【 Thank you for choosing the Golden Peacock, 5-Star Resort and Casino. You are currently registered as a WILDCARD in our system.
Due to unprecedented high demand we are temporarily unable to check you in to your reserved room. We apologize for the inconvenience. We have arranged for a temporary room while we work on processing your reservation as quickly as possible. We appreciate your understanding.
As a special wedding gift from us, we have arranged for you and your new spouse to stay in one of our junior penthouses while you wait. Congratulations on your new marriage. We are so pleased you have chosen our resort for your honeymoon.
You will be notified as soon as your official reservation has been processed. Your comfort and happiness are our utmost priority. We hope you enjoy the provided amenities and lose yourself in marital bliss. 】
EVENS
EVENS: NEW CHARACTERS
Music plays. Instrumental, the tune gentle enough not to disturb peaceful rest. The sudden insistent beep of the Watch is a cutting cacophony across an otherwise sweet lullaby. Upon opening their eyes, new arrivals will quickly discover that something is wrong. The quilt snug across their body is weighty. Crystals glint in a weave of embroidery and cotton shimmers with threads of silver. Dozens of decorative pillows surround the bed. The gauzy curtains of the canopied bed are drawn, obscuring the rest of the room.
Extravagant for a kidnapping. Too extravagent. What’s more, these new guests will find something even stranger than this new diamond-studded suite tucked into bed beside them. Someone else. Who are they, what are they wearing? What happened last night?!
Guests are encouraged to explore the resort from here! There are paper maps available for those who would like and staff are happy to recommend locations if they have any preferences. Enjoy your honeymoon, you lovebirds!
ODDS
ODDS: SPECIAL RE-ARRIVAL
Never trust a hallway in the Golden peacock.
Cross the wrong threshold and time begins to slow. A short hallway becomes long, sheds its doors, only leading to turns without end. Guests too eager to explore the resort have gotten lost before. For how long always varies, dependent upon capriciousness of the resort. Hours? Yes. Years? Yes. Every guest caught in the winding hallways has reported the same thing: time is different there and too difficult to discern.
Some wayward guests have been caught in the endless hallways since the FIRST TDM. Weeks pass before a single doorway appears in the distance. It creaks upon opening before everything goes topsy-turvy. These guests have been let out of a trap door in the depths of Crane's Respite.
All water corridors will eventually lead back to the populated areas of Crane's Respite. The waters are warm, the scent of bath salts returns, and staff are wild with joy at finally finding all of you. They have been beside themselves searching ever since you vanished!
NOTES
PROMPT NOTES
▶ Because we love all of the new characters premiering on this TDM, we kindly request that our Evens prompt be top level exclusive for new characters. Current characters are encouraged to tag in to these prompts with the caveat that they’ve been picked up from their assigned suite (or wherever else they were before) and dumped into the new arrival’s bed. We would like for new characters to have this prompt unique to their top level comments!
▶ Players are welcome to have their current character riff off of these prompts in the log community with the exclusion of the new arrival element. This request is just for TDM top levels.
▶ Current characters and new characters are both welcome to freely mess around with the Odds prompt with the exclusion of the arrival element. For new characters, players may participate with the idea that their character is exploring Crane’s Respite after their unique arrival in the Evens prompt. The Odds arrival element may also be utilized by current player characters who may have been on an unofficial hiatus in January and did not tag as much as they would have liked, to explain any long IC absence.
▶ Octopi may be killed. If a character decides to eat one of the octopi they may find themselves taking on some of its traits. Which traits are up to player discretion.
ELEVATORS
ELEVATORS
The house has recently ordered a full changeout of art in all high traffic areas. The elevators in particular have received special attention with many different famous artworks and portraits studded to the walls for guests to admire. These artworks are treasures of the modern world that one would typically see behind glass at a museum. Guests may even find works from their own world hanging in the elevators. Even famous works that maybe have been lost to time. So this is where they ended up. Is that Vermeer's The Concert?
Guests may find their elevator suddenly stopping without warning. The portraits on the wall stir, curiously studying them, but there are three main portraits calling the shots. The portrait that controls that particular elevator will make their demands known with the threat that, if they are not obeyed, you will be trapped forever.
Elevators will function after the portrait's demands are met. Guests that hold out and refuse may find themselves trapped upwards of twelve hours. Guests with the ability to do so may crawl out of the top emergency door, free to go wherever they want from there.
GREAT TIT!
GREAT TIT!
Great Tit! is the Golden Peacock’s popular dessert bar and cafe. With its bright pops of color and whimsical treats, guests simply can’t resist stopping in for a butt shaped cookie and hazelnut coffee. After catching wind that the resort has decided to celebrate a dessert shop's most lucrative holiday, Great Tit! is ready to impress the masses. Advertisements for limited edition drinks and desserts rain the main lobby; one can’t go three steps without slipping on a neon pink coupon for 10 percent off nipple buns. Guests that decide to pass by the cafe will find themselves assaulted with confetti cannons and eager employees ushering them inside.
Guests will find a temporary communal shower room upon exiting Great Tit! where they can wash off after a fun day of rolling around in sugar. All guests will be gifted a tee branded with a, CHOCOLATE IS MY LOVER logo.
NOTES
PROMPT NOTES
▶ This portraits prompt has been triggered by several characters expressing interest in and investigating the lore of the resort paintings. This is just dipping a beginning toe in, but congrats to all for poking around!
▶ Portraits in the elevator should not be destroyed, purely for continuity’s sake. If a character would go far enough to attack one of the portraits, the portrait will slap them back with ghostly power.
▶ Characters may also figure other ways out of the elevator if they have specific abilities to do so. While the portraits can control the elevators, they cannot control your character(s). Any destruction to the elevator itself is liable to result in a rush of security dragging the culprit(s) away to the Iron Net.
▶ Great Tit! is running a massive sale! Even characters who are on the broke end of the spectrum will be able to afford to join in on the fun and indulge in sugar at these prices.
▶ Players are encouraged to make up any other elements for the Hall of Chocolate. If it’s a dessert and edible, it’s there. Enjoy your sugar coma!
▶ While the chocolate boxes are ICly limited due to Alessandro’s skills as a chocolatier, this is only an IC mechanic. There is no OOC limitation on this prompt as far as chocolate rarity goes.
THE NEST
ALICE AND THE PARROTS
Fashion boutiques are a dime a dozen in the Nest. The shopping hub is massive, lined with stores all trying to aggressively appeal to guests. A challenge in itself — but the guests of the Golden Peacock are no ordinary people. Used to being pampered and fed excitement, if these boutiques don’t bust their bottoms to appeal to the fickle nature of their patrons, they won’t be in business for much longer! One particular boutique, Alice and the Parrots, is riding winds of romantic thrill and churning out a couple of brand new fashion lines sure to draw in loads of chips.
Guests are welcome to try on clothes in Alice and the Parrots' dressing rooms. These dressing rooms are small and can only accommodate two people sharing at a time. Such is the life of a small boutique store. Sharing is no big deal, right? And there’s no way you can buy clothing this expensive without giving it a test first.
NOTES
PROMPT NOTES
▶ Players are encouraged to make up whatever cute outfits they would like for this prompt.
▶ Wedding clothes do not have to be cute and frilly; this section accommodates tastes of everyone.
▶ Alice and the Parrots is more expensive than Love Dove. Their clothing quality is excellent but their price tags are high. Staff may watch low ranks extra diligently to cut off any stealing. Thieves will be chased by NPC security! Anyone caught gets a day in the Iron Net.
CASINO CHAPEL
CASINO FLOOR
A Pop up Chapel has appeared in the Phoenix Casino. Guests are delighting in playing out weddings and pretending to get married — and a few guests are even tying the knot for real. They aren't worried about the sanctity of marriage; they can divorce tomorrow if they get bored of each other. And everyone knows that getting married doesn't mean you can't fuck whoever you want!
Since the resort isn't keeping track of how many marriages a guest has, all guests are encouraged to marry as many people as they would like. The more the merrier!
Wild wedding events will continue all throughout the month of February, until the guests find it's gotten stale. A divorce rush will round out the fun at the end of the month.
NOTES
PROMPT NOTES
▶ Weddings are not legally binding. Birdvis is not registered as a real officiant, but he does have an excellent beak and pompadour.
▶ Prizes from easy mode slot machines are automatic and do not require mod thumbs up to claim.
▶ Chip prize from difficult mode slot machines is automatic. The special prize is 5 reward points to add to your bank on rewards. Players who wish to claim the special prize should link the finished thread (the kink in question has been completed) under their rewards header with the header, Wedding Slot Machine. If you do any combination of 6/6 (finger hand lol) we ask you somehow make this sexy or involve a climax in order to claim the points.
BLANKET CW: Aphrodisiac; Compulsion; Costumes; Dubcon; Entrapment; Foodplay; Gambling; Lingerie; Matrimony; Tentacles; NSFW Images and Language; NTR; Nudity; Roleplay; Sacrilegious Themes
▶ All new characters on the TDM are WILDCARDS, which means they have not yet been assigned a card value. The house is still observing and deciding. As rank and suits are assigned upon acceptance your new character's suit will not manifest until they are accepted into the game.
▶ All TDMs are game canon. This TDM acts as the game's February event.
▶ Current characters may top level on the TDM. Please make sure to review the arrival prompt notes! Any current characters posting to the TDM should note they are current in their subject header.
▶ The top level directory is for new characters only. We want to make sure new characters are priority and receive attention!
▶ If you aren't satisfied with the prompts on this TDM please feel free to check out our LOCATIONS to explore more of the resort.
▶ Smut threads that take place on this TDM can be used for rewards. If both parties in the smut thread join the game, you may retroactively apply the character's initial card values to your 52 bank. If one character does not join the game the thread will not be applicable toward rewards (as that character would not have a card value). The character that does join would still receive a small payout for the encounter. Hopefully it was a fun thread anyway!
▶ We ask you to kindly add content warnings to your threads as appropriate.
▶ If you do not currently have permissions and kinks listed in your character’s journal we suggest leaving a note in your top level of any limits or boundaries for other players to reference.
▶ Thank you for spending Valentine's Day with us! You're our sweetheart this year. 💕
Yae Miko is a woman who, above all else, hates to be bored. The new and unique fascinates her, for this reason if no other. Waking up not in her bed at the Grand Narukami Shrine, but in an unfamiliar room in an unfamiliar place, if nothing else, is new and unusual. Therefore, it's interesting. Therefore, she'll reserve her judgment.
The first impression is certainly a striking one, however. It takes Miko only a few moments to realize that instead of her normal sleepwear, she's in something much fancier - and much more risque. The lace and sheer fabric leave very little about her body to the imagination, and while that's probably not very appropriate for a priestess, the alternative for the moment is nudity, so she decides to not let it both her.
She slowly takes in the room, getting a sense of her surroundings. Nothing like Inazuma. Nothing like anywhere she's ever heard of on Teyvat. Perhaps Fontaine? No, the color scheme is all wrong.
More importantly, there's someone in the bed next to her.
Her curiosity and her suspicion war for dominance in her tone of voice - she keeps her tone casual, but there's a bite of danger behind it, since she has been kidnapped, after all.
"I've heard stories about humans being spirited away to be the bride of a powerful youkai, but this is a little twist on the tale, don't you think?" She says, resting her chin idly in her hand, lounging out on the bed.
[IIa: Judgmental John]
The first time she'd gotten herself stuck in the elevator - itself a new curiosity, since she's only ever seen things like these abroad, in nations like Fontaine - it had come as an intriguing point for a story, if anything.
At the demand of the portrait, Miko simply crosses one arm over her chest and waves the other dismissively. "Oh, please. I'm a holy woman. I've never sinned in my life."
...her airy tone is hard to read, but surely that can't be true, can it?
[IIb: Hard-Up Maiden]
The second time Miko gets herself stuck in the elevator, however, it's a little more frustrating. For one, this is now the second time this has happened and so is entirely less interesting to her. For another, the potential of getting a good story out of their predicament is ruined.
The tall, rose-haired woman sighs dramatically. "Goodness, they really are single-minded here, aren't they? And here I thought I'd wind up with someone else confessing their every sin again."
Still, it doesn't seem like she's deterred, from the way long, slender fingers gently brush your chin. "Now then. This is a little forward where I'm from, but I don't suppose you'd like to wait stuck here any longer than we have to be, mm?"
[III: Chocolate Boxes]
An impossibly delicious sweet treat? That perks Miko's ears right up. An impossibly delicious sweet treat that, as far as she can tell, is free? How can she possibly resist?!
And yet, the scrum in front of the chocolatier is... not her vibe. Perhaps she could use force to muscle through, but that's so boorish. Hm. How to solve this problem?
A nearby unoccupied corner to duck around offers an answer to her conundrum. If you're nearby and watching, you might see what looks like an impossibly cute pink fox-like creature dash out from the corner, into the mob of people, and return a minute later - only slightly battered - carrying a box of the prized truffles in its mouth, returning around that same corner.
Were you to round the corner and investigate, however, you'd see just a woman with oddly similar hair color unwrapping the box, ready to take a bite of one of those heavenly smelling truffles to see if they're worth the effort.
She notices you, to the side. "Oh? Hoping I'd share?"
[IV: Slot Machines (Spicy)]
Miko is five centuries old. She's hardly a blushing virgin in any sense of the word. And yet, the sheer shamelessness with which this place indulges in its lasciviousness can't help but surprise her.
That said, she hasn't quite made the connections here she needs to properly scam people out of a free meal leverage them to her advantage. Which means, she needs money.
And, well, there's an easy way to do that, isn't there?
Her fingers grip the arm of the slot machine, until she notices that you're nearby. "Oh? Were you hoping to play? Well, I don't mind sharing, if you make it worth my while."
“My my, here I was about to say something similar.”
What are the odds, really? She does want to laugh but instead just looks over at the painting with a small smile on her face. Being trapped in an elevator that’s decided to play confessional is not the most unusual thing she’s had happen to her, but it’s certainly an interesting occurrence.
“Though in that case, we should be able to resume our journey, shouldn’t we?”
She’s not expecting the elevator to start moving now, so no real surprise when she stays stuck with her new pious pal.
The elevator doesn't move. "Hmm. Perhaps it doesn't believe us? I'd no idea that these portraits could be so discriminatory."
In the interim, Miko gives the other woman a once-over. She's not wearing any religious outfit of the sort that the kitsune recognizes, but... well, considering she's wearing glorified lingerie herself right now, that doesn't mean anything at all.
She's not looking the part at the moment, no. Not since she got here, first that wedding dress and now the clothing she'd swapped it for from the lounge.
"I had no idea either, really, it had no way of knowing, but it still comes across as quite rude."
Not that the painting seems to care. And honestly, neither does Kiara, but it's fun to pretend.
"Should we make something up? Since clearly we both have nothing to confess."
Calhir makes an inquiring sound as he rounds the corner this colorful woman in place of the fluffball he'd been following. Investigating the local fauna could be considered a bit of a detour, when he's new to the resort and very much uncertain exactly what he needs to do to survive here and sharply aware of that paucity of knowledge. But he's not very comfortable with the overall atmosphere here and anything incongruous is also welcome precisely because it is a distraction.
"No, I have my own."
He holds up his own box of truffles. It isn't exactly difficult to imagine how he made his way through the scrum; he's head and shoulders - and probably some chest too - taller than most anyone in the crowd, and sporting some rather intimidating claws on top of that.
Well, now. That's a sort of creature she's never seen before. Miko doesn't let her gaze obviously run over this man too much lest she come off as rude, but she does give a quick up-and-down glance, taking as much of him in as she can.
"Oh, good; I'm not in a mood to share if these are as good as everyone says."
She looks at the truffle in her hand. It seems rude to just pop it into her mouth. She'll want to savor it, anyway.
"I've seen a lot of things. What sort of creature are you talking about?"
He's used to those kinds of stares, and doesn't think much of it. Even in his birth town those with the blessing were the minority, and outside it he was often the first of his kind anyone had seen. And here... well, her once-over is politely restrained compared to some of the lascivious look-overs he's gotten.
"I think you'd know it if you had seen it. About this big, pink like your hair, very soft-looking..."
He holds his hands out, indicating the size, and failing to imagine what surely anyone who's wandering by will think he's measuring out for her, given the local preoccupations.
"It's the first animal I've seen here that wasn't in some kind of cage. I was wondering if it... came from somewhere."
Somewhere outside. He has wings, and he's not too particular about which regions he wanders; as such, he still thinks escape could potentially lie within easy reach.
Where Edelgard had been perfectly cordial on her side of the elevator before she can't help bristling a bit now at the woman's claim, a skeptical furrow in her brow.
"If you would like to find another way out of this predicament I will do everything in my power to assist that effort but let's not pretend that claiming to be holy means you have never done anything wrong."
She wouldn't believe it even if the excuse of holiness hadn't been brought up but she would have less to say about a different protest. Using "holiness" as a shield of blamelessness puts a sour taste in her mouth.
Well, then. She's clearly touched a nerve, and Miko's curiosity wants to keep poking at that to see what sort of reaction she gets.
Of course, she needs to balance that carefully with, you know, actually getting out of here.
"That depends, doesn't it? Perhaps if I were arguing that I'm sinless because of my position, I could see your point. But what if it were the other way around - that I chose this path due to the inherent goodness of my soul?"
Her eyebrows rise, obviously skeptical, and she tilts her head, now giving the other woman a closer study than before.
"Are you suggesting that you believe perfection is possible? That there is truly some untouchable goodness? It seems to me that an inherent goodness should lead to someone being able to admit their imperfections, their mistakes, perhaps even their crimes."
Anything else, especially from someone claiming to be holy, feels like deception.
The scene unfolding before her is textbook Economics 101: Supply and Demand. There is a seasonal product made in limited supply. When one factors in the cachet of being made by a reputable chocolatier, for a holiday where giving sweets is the norm, it's only natural that fists are flying. She remembers reading reports of people being trampled for toys and beaten for beverage containers in old news data banks. And while she likes sweets, she doesn't crave them enough to join the battle. The intellectual stimulus of watching Captialism in action will satisfy her.
At least until she catches sight of a fluffy pink critter wriggling its way free from the throng. The sight seizes at her heartstrings. Poor little thing, she thinks, hoping they're alright. More selfishly, she'd love to pick them up, rub her fingers in their soft fur, press her face to them and breathe deeply. In spite of all the luxurious amenities, she can't ignore the longing for her pets. All six of them. As that comes to mind, a new concern is raised: should that critter even be eating chocolate? It might already be injured, and could get sick on top of that.
Rounding the corner in her pursuit, the sight of a beautiful woman with the same chocolate box catches her off guard. The color of her hair is also noteworthy, since it's so similar to the animal she saw before. Of course, she doesn't want to make any assumptions about this woman, either.
"I wasn't, actually," she replies, "I was looking for an animal that might have run past here. They looked a little beat up, so I was wondering if they were okay."
"An animal? Are you sure?" Miko says, without skipping a beat.
"It's so crowded here, I can't be sure I've seen the little dear you're talking about," she adds, tilting her head to the side, even though this particular little back hallway is fairly empty at the moment.
"Could you describe it for me? It might ring a bell."
Topaz is confident in many things: her powers of observation, mathematics and animals. She has a cat about that size. So fluffy and soft. The Aeons gave her two hands and they're for cuddling and protecting animals. Using them as a benchmark, she describes what she saw, thinking of how they'd feel in her hands.
"It looked like a fox to me. They were about 80 centimeters long, and 4 kilograms in weight. They ran off with a chocolate box similar to the one you've got in your hand and... their fur was a the same shade of pink as your hair." Her gaze is clearly locked on that hair as she answers. She keeps her tone light and pleasant, because there's no need to be accusatory: "I must have missed the crowd, because it's pretty clear now."
It's rude to make assumptions, and if this is some kind of trick... then in this case, it's fine.
Her priority was ensuring the animal she saw wasn't hurt and wouldn't get sick. If it was this beautiful, mysterious woman, then there is nothing to worry about.
Arianna was, in fact, just watching to try to figure out what exactly the machines were and how they worked. Obviously it involves pulling the lever, but what exactly does that do? But it's not like she wasn't planning on playing eventually, and now here's someone who can presumably help explain things for her.
"That is most generous of you, and you have my thanks. But what, pray tell, do you have in mind?"
That... gets Miko to stop. Because while she's certainly not unwilling to do this, the fact that the person she'd approached seemingly doesn't have a clue what they'd be getting into is a bit of a reason to step on the brakes, as it were.
"Oh? I'd thought it was obvious."
She pauses. "Haven't you been paying attention to these strange spinning machines, my dear?"
The masked person has remain quiet on their side of the elevator, arms folded, back leaning against the wall, finger tapping on an upper arm. A portrait playing confessional? It's stupid, but Soundwave is willing to play along if it gets the elevator moving again. He's not proud of his past sins, but he wouldn't hide them, either.
He would've been polite with the person he's stuck with, but hearing the woman's claim that gets a scoff out of him.
"Using 'holiness' as a shield to make yourself appear sinless... Haven't heard that one before."
The voice is monotonous, but it reeks of sarcasm. Yeah, he's not buying that.
Much like the Guji Yae, Arro detests boredom and so while she has the niggling thorn of distress given her position, the man now clad in a white tuxedo that reveals itself to be slightly more risque upon him sitting up seems at ease. Reaching for a pair of glasses at the side table, he slips them on and turns to regard the woman with a small smirk.
Then his expression shifts to one of confusion. "Youkai...That word sounds familiar. I should know that word."
Puzzling over the word for a few seconds longer, he rolls his shoulders in a shrug and turns slightly at the edge of the bed, now sitting with one leg crossed over the other so he can study the woman a bit less awkwardly.
He lets out a small hum, stroking his chin before his pale eyes pass down her body, more appraisal than naked lust and then settles for adjusting his glasses, flicking his gaze back to her face. His tone is light, clearly amused and having, possibly, missed the danger in hers, or not caring.
"Isn't a little twist more interesting on occasion?"
She lets the sheet cover her lower body, because she at least needs to make an attempt at modesty for the sake of it, no? But otherwise, his appraisal of her body is something she takes in stride.
"Oh, a good twist is vital to a story these days," Miko murmurs, trying to get a good read on this strange man.
"Am I to assume that you're the one who brought me here? Or are you as much of an unexpected guest as I am?"
[Miko just smiles at her. It's almost placid.] Well, of course. You're only human, after all.
[That's a weird turn of phrase. This lady looks human, doesn't she?
Ignore those weird droopy parts of her hair that could almost look like ears, ok?] If you're looking for absolution... I'm usually not that kind of priestess, but I suppose I could make an exception.
Troy is having some coffee, relaxing and watching everyone else before he saw the pink fox with the golden crown. Already he knows this isn't an ordinary animal, likely a shapeshifter who woke up here too. But he's content being like an old man, having coffee and reading some paper while subtly watching the fox dive in between the gaps of the crowd before her. Troy is sitting pretty close to that corner that a pink haired woman selected as her spot, and he watches her open up the truffles and have a bite before she stops herself once she noticed him looking.
Troy chuckles, "No. Just thinking about how chocolates are toxic to dogs and foxes alike."
He gives her a glance and a knowing smile. She's not a fox, so he knows she'll be fine. Not letting a lady just stand there, he gestures towards the seat next to his.
Still, the man doesn't seem like he's any sort of threat - and even if he were, that's more interesting than not - so Miko smoothly and gracefully sits near him, even if it's not quite next to him. She keeps a demure and ladylike distance that's completely incongruous with the sheer "wedding dress" she wears.
"An odd thing to have on your mind, don't you think? I hope you're not out to poison any poor dears with sweet treats like these."
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Yae Miko / Genshin Impact / New / OTA
Yae Miko is a woman who, above all else, hates to be bored. The new and unique fascinates her, for this reason if no other. Waking up not in her bed at the Grand Narukami Shrine, but in an unfamiliar room in an unfamiliar place, if nothing else, is new and unusual. Therefore, it's interesting. Therefore, she'll reserve her judgment.
The first impression is certainly a striking one, however. It takes Miko only a few moments to realize that instead of her normal sleepwear, she's in something much fancier - and much more risque. The lace and sheer fabric leave very little about her body to the imagination, and while that's probably not very appropriate for a priestess, the alternative for the moment is nudity, so she decides to not let it both her.
She slowly takes in the room, getting a sense of her surroundings. Nothing like Inazuma. Nothing like anywhere she's ever heard of on Teyvat. Perhaps Fontaine? No, the color scheme is all wrong.
More importantly, there's someone in the bed next to her.
Her curiosity and her suspicion war for dominance in her tone of voice - she keeps her tone casual, but there's a bite of danger behind it, since she has been kidnapped, after all.
"I've heard stories about humans being spirited away to be the bride of a powerful youkai, but this is a little twist on the tale, don't you think?" She says, resting her chin idly in her hand, lounging out on the bed.
[IIa: Judgmental John]
The first time she'd gotten herself stuck in the elevator - itself a new curiosity, since she's only ever seen things like these abroad, in nations like Fontaine - it had come as an intriguing point for a story, if anything.
At the demand of the portrait, Miko simply crosses one arm over her chest and waves the other dismissively. "Oh, please. I'm a holy woman. I've never sinned in my life."
...her airy tone is hard to read, but surely that can't be true, can it?
[IIb: Hard-Up Maiden]
The second time Miko gets herself stuck in the elevator, however, it's a little more frustrating. For one, this is now the second time this has happened and so is entirely less interesting to her. For another, the potential of getting a good story out of their predicament is ruined.
The tall, rose-haired woman sighs dramatically. "Goodness, they really are single-minded here, aren't they? And here I thought I'd wind up with someone else confessing their every sin again."
Still, it doesn't seem like she's deterred, from the way long, slender fingers gently brush your chin. "Now then. This is a little forward where I'm from, but I don't suppose you'd like to wait stuck here any longer than we have to be, mm?"
[III: Chocolate Boxes]
An impossibly delicious sweet treat? That perks Miko's ears right up. An impossibly delicious sweet treat that, as far as she can tell, is free? How can she possibly resist?!
And yet, the scrum in front of the chocolatier is... not her vibe. Perhaps she could use force to muscle through, but that's so boorish. Hm. How to solve this problem?
A nearby unoccupied corner to duck around offers an answer to her conundrum. If you're nearby and watching, you might see what looks like an impossibly cute pink fox-like creature dash out from the corner, into the mob of people, and return a minute later - only slightly battered - carrying a box of the prized truffles in its mouth, returning around that same corner.
Were you to round the corner and investigate, however, you'd see just a woman with oddly similar hair color unwrapping the box, ready to take a bite of one of those heavenly smelling truffles to see if they're worth the effort.
She notices you, to the side. "Oh? Hoping I'd share?"
[IV: Slot Machines (Spicy)]
Miko is five centuries old. She's hardly a blushing virgin in any sense of the word. And yet, the sheer shamelessness with which this place indulges in its lasciviousness can't help but surprise her.
That said, she hasn't quite made the connections here she needs to properly
scam people out of a free mealleverage them to her advantage. Which means, she needs money.And, well, there's an easy way to do that, isn't there?
Her fingers grip the arm of the slot machine, until she notices that you're nearby. "Oh? Were you hoping to play? Well, I don't mind sharing, if you make it worth my while."
IIa
What are the odds, really? She does want to laugh but instead just looks over at the painting with a small smile on her face. Being trapped in an elevator that’s decided to play confessional is not the most unusual thing she’s had happen to her, but it’s certainly an interesting occurrence.
“Though in that case, we should be able to resume our journey, shouldn’t we?”
She’s not expecting the elevator to start moving now, so no real surprise when she stays stuck with her new pious pal.
oh no lmfao
The elevator doesn't move. "Hmm. Perhaps it doesn't believe us? I'd no idea that these portraits could be so discriminatory."
In the interim, Miko gives the other woman a once-over. She's not wearing any religious outfit of the sort that the kitsune recognizes, but... well, considering she's wearing glorified lingerie herself right now, that doesn't mean anything at all.
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"I had no idea either, really, it had no way of knowing, but it still comes across as quite rude."
Not that the painting seems to care. And honestly, neither does Kiara, but it's fun to pretend.
"Should we make something up? Since clearly we both have nothing to confess."
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Calhir makes an inquiring sound as he rounds the corner this colorful woman in place of the fluffball he'd been following. Investigating the local fauna could be considered a bit of a detour, when he's new to the resort and very much uncertain exactly what he needs to do to survive here and sharply aware of that paucity of knowledge. But he's not very comfortable with the overall atmosphere here and anything incongruous is also welcome precisely because it is a distraction.
"No, I have my own."
He holds up his own box of truffles. It isn't exactly difficult to imagine how he made his way through the scrum; he's head and shoulders - and probably some chest too - taller than most anyone in the crowd, and sporting some rather intimidating claws on top of that.
"Did you see a... creature come by?"
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"Oh, good; I'm not in a mood to share if these are as good as everyone says."
She looks at the truffle in her hand. It seems rude to just pop it into her mouth. She'll want to savor it, anyway.
"I've seen a lot of things. What sort of creature are you talking about?"
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"I think you'd know it if you had seen it. About this big, pink like your hair, very soft-looking..."
He holds his hands out, indicating the size, and failing to imagine what surely anyone who's wandering by will think he's measuring out for her, given the local preoccupations.
"It's the first animal I've seen here that wasn't in some kind of cage. I was wondering if it... came from somewhere."
Somewhere outside. He has wings, and he's not too particular about which regions he wanders; as such, he still thinks escape could potentially lie within easy reach.
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"If you would like to find another way out of this predicament I will do everything in my power to assist that effort but let's not pretend that claiming to be holy means you have never done anything wrong."
She wouldn't believe it even if the excuse of holiness hadn't been brought up but she would have less to say about a different protest. Using "holiness" as a shield of blamelessness puts a sour taste in her mouth.
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Of course, she needs to balance that carefully with, you know, actually getting out of here.
"That depends, doesn't it? Perhaps if I were arguing that I'm sinless because of my position, I could see your point. But what if it were the other way around - that I chose this path due to the inherent goodness of my soul?"
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"Are you suggesting that you believe perfection is possible? That there is truly some untouchable goodness? It seems to me that an inherent goodness should lead to someone being able to admit their imperfections, their mistakes, perhaps even their crimes."
Anything else, especially from someone claiming to be holy, feels like deception.
III - your username is amazing
At least until she catches sight of a fluffy pink critter wriggling its way free from the throng. The sight seizes at her heartstrings. Poor little thing, she thinks, hoping they're alright. More selfishly, she'd love to pick them up, rub her fingers in their soft fur, press her face to them and breathe deeply. In spite of all the luxurious amenities, she can't ignore the longing for her pets. All six of them. As that comes to mind, a new concern is raised: should that critter even be eating chocolate? It might already be injured, and could get sick on top of that.
Rounding the corner in her pursuit, the sight of a beautiful woman with the same chocolate box catches her off guard. The color of her hair is also noteworthy, since it's so similar to the animal she saw before. Of course, she doesn't want to make any assumptions about this woman, either.
"I wasn't, actually," she replies, "I was looking for an animal that might have run past here. They looked a little beat up, so I was wondering if they were okay."
thank you! I was like "oh I gotta snag that one"
"It's so crowded here, I can't be sure I've seen the little dear you're talking about," she adds, tilting her head to the side, even though this particular little back hallway is fairly empty at the moment.
"Could you describe it for me? It might ring a bell."
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"It looked like a fox to me. They were about 80 centimeters long, and 4 kilograms in weight. They ran off with a chocolate box similar to the one you've got in your hand and... their fur was a the same shade of pink as your hair." Her gaze is clearly locked on that hair as she answers. She keeps her tone light and pleasant, because there's no need to be accusatory: "I must have missed the crowd, because it's pretty clear now."
It's rude to make assumptions, and if this is some kind of trick... then in this case, it's fine.
Her priority was ensuring the animal she saw wasn't hurt and wouldn't get sick. If it was this beautiful, mysterious woman, then there is nothing to worry about.
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"That is most generous of you, and you have my thanks. But what, pray tell, do you have in mind?"
Surely this will only lead to normal things.
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"Oh? I'd thought it was obvious."
She pauses. "Haven't you been paying attention to these strange spinning machines, my dear?"
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"In fact, that is what I've been doing just now. I'm not familiar with them, so I thought, perhaps, I might learn through observation."
Then she smiles, clearly not especially bothered by the situation.
"But now I suppose it might be easier just to ask."
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He would've been polite with the person he's stuck with, but hearing the woman's claim that gets a scoff out of him.
"Using 'holiness' as a shield to make yourself appear sinless... Haven't heard that one before."
The voice is monotonous, but it reeks of sarcasm. Yeah, he's not buying that.
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Miko turns to glance at the other inhabitant of the elevator. Well now, that is interesting fashion, isn't it?
"Are you saying you don't believe me? I'm hurt," she says, a placid smile on her face suggesting that she is not remotely hurt.
"Did I say that I was sinless because I was a holy woman? I don't recall that particular phrasing. They're simply two separate facts, that's all."
"Or are you claiming to be blameless yourself?"
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Two separate facts, huh. Oh great, he's dealing with an annoying holy woman, isn't he?
"Of course not. Forgive me if I find the claim you've never sinned in your life incredulous."
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Then his expression shifts to one of confusion. "Youkai...That word sounds familiar. I should know that word."
Puzzling over the word for a few seconds longer, he rolls his shoulders in a shrug and turns slightly at the edge of the bed, now sitting with one leg crossed over the other so he can study the woman a bit less awkwardly.
He lets out a small hum, stroking his chin before his pale eyes pass down her body, more appraisal than naked lust and then settles for adjusting his glasses, flicking his gaze back to her face. His tone is light, clearly amused and having, possibly, missed the danger in hers, or not caring.
"Isn't a little twist more interesting on occasion?"
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"Oh, a good twist is vital to a story these days," Miko murmurs, trying to get a good read on this strange man.
"Am I to assume that you're the one who brought me here? Or are you as much of an unexpected guest as I am?"
He doesn't seem like that type, but who can tell?
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[The ponytailed blonde sharing this elevator looks honestly baffled at that answer.]
I mean, I'm no criminal, but even I've done some things. Stolen food as a kid, skipped out on a bill at a restaurant...
[Wait, is the portrait shouting something about her admitting her guilt now?]
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[That's a weird turn of phrase. This lady looks human, doesn't she?
Ignore those weird droopy parts of her hair that could almost look like ears, ok?] If you're looking for absolution... I'm usually not that kind of priestess, but I suppose I could make an exception.
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Troy chuckles, "No. Just thinking about how chocolates are toxic to dogs and foxes alike."
He gives her a glance and a knowing smile. She's not a fox, so he knows she'll be fine. Not letting a lady just stand there, he gestures towards the seat next to his.
"Please, have a seat at least"
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Still, the man doesn't seem like he's any sort of threat - and even if he were, that's more interesting than not - so Miko smoothly and gracefully sits near him, even if it's not quite next to him. She keeps a demure and ladylike distance that's completely incongruous with the sheer "wedding dress" she wears.
"An odd thing to have on your mind, don't you think? I hope you're not out to poison any poor dears with sweet treats like these."
"Besides, they're wasted on dogs."
Not foxes, though.
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