【 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. 💕
It wasn't just Elphelt who was slower in registering everything. The one difference was that when Ragna woke up before her, he was single-minded on leaping out of bed and blaming Rachel (or Kokonoe. She's a close with this shit) for where he's ended up. But when he got no answers, read the watch's message in full once more and finally calmed down...and registered that he wasn't alone in this luxurious, champagne gifted abode, he's left just. Staring. Not lecherously, but just. Trapped like a deer in the headlights.
Is this really happening? He fell asleep in a field somewhere next to Tao and and got rudely taken out of a rare good dream, and now he's waking up in the same bed with some chick like they'd just—
Oh there's the shriek. And there's Ragna's own yell, albeit cut off when she quite literally puts a HOLE IN THE ROOF FROM JUMPING. And his instinctive "pain by proxy" kicks in as if he could feel that thud as he winces. This is getting way too zany, way too fast and before he can reflexively ask if she's okay, she's already got a pistol pointed at him. He doesn't have his sword, otherwise he might have reacted differently— or perhaps Ragna was still too boggled by literally everything happening at once that he's got no choice but to throw his hands up in the air. ]
WHOA whoa, lady!
[ "Who're you? Where am I?" ]
[ Still with his hands up and clipping back just as fast: ]
Ragna the Bloodedge. How the hell do I know? Who the hell are you?!
[A part of her expected to recognize the guy sharing this room with her, as if that would unlock whatever memories from the night before that are lost to her. She swears, if she had a shotgun wedding and somehow forgot everything about it, she may very well explode! Literally. But she doesn't recognize this guy. The idea that she simply forgot about a night of eloping is getting less and less feasible.
One good thing: the fact she fails to recognize him is a point in favor of this not being another dream-prison, so that's nice.]
Elphelt the Valentine! [Wait. Not incorrect, but--] I mean, Valentine. Elphelt Valentine.
[Maybe she should think of an epithet for herself. Everyone she knows seems to have one. But adding to her stage image can wait. She needs to do something about this whole...everything.]
Did you...wake up in that ? This better be a big misunderstanding, because I don't think my spirit can handle the thought of my honeymoon being nothing but my husband passing out in his full tuxedo.
[Unless he got fully clothed after the honeymoon fun to intentionally sleep in it, which is much too insane to consider.]
[ Nothing about this chick was recognizable to him. Save for having a gun pointed at him like another idiot he knew. He feels like he could survive this if he got shot, but he's also not keen on testing that theory? Ragna may be able to heal quick enough, and even from worse, but he's not a masochist. He's taken more cuts, stab wounds, bullets, the list goes on, and they all hurt like hell; toughing himself through it all was just in his nature. ]
The Valentine?
[ She's already correcting herself. Okay then. Ragna's still keeping his hands up for now, not wanting to make any sudden moves while she's the one calling the shots. Potentially literally. ]
Husband?! [ He looks down at himself once more, breath hitching and resetting on numerous occasions like he was a failing .exe program until he finally sputters back into coherent sentences again. ] How the hell am I supposed to know?! I was sleeping under a goddamn tree in the middle of nowhere before I woke up in bed with you.
[ Clearly not in some fanciful white tuxedo. Which reminds him. ]
[Huh. So she's married a hobo? Well, she can work with that. A noble lady taking in a poor, homeless man left to sleep under a tree and cleaning him up to discover he's a diamond in the rough! Except...he's plenty clean right now. Has fate denied her the romantic buildup? The drama?]
--Eh? W-Well. Nooo, I don't remember going to bed in this! Last I remember I passed out fully clothed after a performance.
[Could she have blacked out? Entered a fugue state? One that lead to her marrying, only to immediately regain her memory at the expense of forgetting everything that occurred in the interim? That seems unlikely, but so does every other conceivable explanation.
...Except for one.
She dispels her gun, puffs out her chest, and with determination walks up to Ragna. And pinches his cheek, hard.]
Ragna is still trying his damnest to make heads or tails of this entire mess. Unbeknownst to the girl's inner gears clicking and clonking along to create a narrative that justifies him being in bed with her, he's exercising a lot of patience in kind. It wouldn't be the first time he's been held at gunpoint. It also wouldn't be the first time that Ragna's dodged gunfire, either. But hopefully it doesn't have to come to that so he can figure out where he is and why he's here.
And if Rachel or, god forbid, Kokonoe, would even be able to hear him still if he yelled out to nothing. ]
Right. So I'm out camping and you're out on...stage?
[ Dancer? Band performer? Singer? He's giving her every benefit of the doubt that wasn't some more insensitive accusation of a debauched occupation. The end of Ragna's sentence stuttered because of the way Elphelt dispelled her gun. Puffed out her chest in determination (stop he is looking respectfully but his peripheral), and his back straightens as he stares down at her.
Until: ]
Ow!! [ His eye scrunches on the side she's pinching. And she'll have a couple seconds before his patience snaps and he attempts to swat her hand away if she doesn't already pull back first. ] What the hell are you— Ow!
Aha! [She snaps her fingers, as though she has had a breakthrough!] That hurt? Then this might not be a dream after all.
[This does not feel at all like being in the dream prison her mother put her in. Sure, last she knew, Mother was imprisoned a mile underneath Castle Illyria and under such high security not even she could escape, but that is just the sort of thing her mother would use to convince her that this isn't a dream.
This being reality produces far many more questions than answers, though.]
If this is all real and you're positive this isn't the result of a shotgun wedding, then where does that leave us?
You're supposed to pinch yourself if you think you're dreaming, idiot!
[ Don't mind him. He's just going to be rubbing his cheek for now, before letting out a deep gruff of a sigh in relief. At least she's not pointing a gun at him anymore. After freeing releasing Noel's mind from her state as a Kusanagi, he got his arm replaced thanks to Kokonoe. Ragna was anything but trapped when he got whisked away to this casino resort.
But Elphelt isn't wrong. They haven't gotten to the bottom of anything yet. But good! Now that he can calm down a little too... ]
Apparently the Golden Peacock. Hell if I know where that is, but, [ now that she's awake, he gestures to her wrist. ] Check your watch. What's it say?
[ ...he forgot about the part where the message they received was all about them being newlyweds anyway. ]
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arcsys meet arcsys— i mean 1a.
It wasn't just Elphelt who was slower in registering everything. The one difference was that when Ragna woke up before her, he was single-minded on leaping out of bed and blaming Rachel (or Kokonoe. She's a close with this shit) for where he's ended up. But when he got no answers, read the watch's message in full once more and finally calmed down...and registered that he wasn't alone in this luxurious, champagne gifted abode, he's left just. Staring. Not lecherously, but just. Trapped like a deer in the headlights.
Is this really happening? He fell asleep in a field somewhere next to Tao and and got rudely taken out of a rare good dream, and now he's waking up in the same bed with some chick like they'd just—
Oh there's the shriek. And there's Ragna's own yell, albeit cut off when she quite literally puts a HOLE IN THE ROOF FROM JUMPING. And his instinctive "pain by proxy" kicks in as if he could feel that thud as he winces. This is getting way too zany, way too fast and before he can reflexively ask if she's okay, she's already got a pistol pointed at him. He doesn't have his sword, otherwise he might have reacted differently— or perhaps Ragna was still too boggled by literally everything happening at once that he's got no choice but to throw his hands up in the air. ]
WHOA whoa, lady!
[ "Who're you? Where am I?" ]
[ Still with his hands up and clipping back just as fast: ]
Ragna the Bloodedge. How the hell do I know? Who the hell are you?!
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One good thing: the fact she fails to recognize him is a point in favor of this not being another dream-prison, so that's nice.]
Elphelt the Valentine! [Wait. Not incorrect, but--] I mean, Valentine. Elphelt Valentine.
[Maybe she should think of an epithet for herself. Everyone she knows seems to have one. But adding to her stage image can wait. She needs to do something about this whole...everything.]
Did you...wake up in that ? This better be a big misunderstanding, because I don't think my spirit can handle the thought of my honeymoon being nothing but my husband passing out in his full tuxedo.
[Unless he got fully clothed after the honeymoon fun to intentionally sleep in it, which is much too insane to consider.]
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The Valentine?
[ She's already correcting herself. Okay then. Ragna's still keeping his hands up for now, not wanting to make any sudden moves while she's the one calling the shots. Potentially literally. ]
Husband?! [ He looks down at himself once more, breath hitching and resetting on numerous occasions like he was a failing .exe program until he finally sputters back into coherent sentences again. ] How the hell am I supposed to know?! I was sleeping under a goddamn tree in the middle of nowhere before I woke up in bed with you.
[ Clearly not in some fanciful white tuxedo. Which reminds him. ]
Do you remember going to bed in that number??
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--Eh? W-Well. Nooo, I don't remember going to bed in this! Last I remember I passed out fully clothed after a performance.
[Could she have blacked out? Entered a fugue state? One that lead to her marrying, only to immediately regain her memory at the expense of forgetting everything that occurred in the interim? That seems unlikely, but so does every other conceivable explanation.
...Except for one.
She dispels her gun, puffs out her chest, and with determination walks up to Ragna. And pinches his cheek, hard.]
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Ragna is still trying his damnest to make heads or tails of this entire mess. Unbeknownst to the girl's inner gears clicking and clonking along to create a narrative that justifies him being in bed with her, he's exercising a lot of patience in kind. It wouldn't be the first time he's been held at gunpoint. It also wouldn't be the first time that Ragna's dodged gunfire, either. But hopefully it doesn't have to come to that so he can figure out where he is and why he's here.
And if Rachel or, god forbid, Kokonoe, would even be able to hear him still if he yelled out to nothing. ]
Right. So I'm out camping and you're out on...stage?
[ Dancer? Band performer? Singer? He's giving her every benefit of the doubt that wasn't some more insensitive accusation of a debauched occupation. The end of Ragna's sentence stuttered because of the way Elphelt dispelled her gun. Puffed out her chest in determination (stop he is looking respectfully but his peripheral), and his back straightens as he stares down at her.
Until: ]
Ow!! [ His eye scrunches on the side she's pinching. And she'll have a couple seconds before his patience snaps and he attempts to swat her hand away if she doesn't already pull back first. ] What the hell are you— Ow!
no subject
[This does not feel at all like being in the dream prison her mother put her in. Sure, last she knew, Mother was imprisoned a mile underneath Castle Illyria and under such high security not even she could escape, but that is just the sort of thing her mother would use to convince her that this isn't a dream.
This being reality produces far many more questions than answers, though.]
If this is all real and you're positive this isn't the result of a shotgun wedding, then where does that leave us?
no subject
[ Don't mind him. He's just going to be rubbing his cheek for now, before letting out a deep gruff of a sigh in relief. At least she's not pointing a gun at him anymore. After freeing releasing Noel's mind from her state as a Kusanagi, he got his arm replaced thanks to Kokonoe. Ragna was anything but trapped when he got whisked away to this casino resort.
But Elphelt isn't wrong. They haven't gotten to the bottom of anything yet. But good! Now that he can calm down a little too... ]
Apparently the Golden Peacock. Hell if I know where that is, but, [ now that she's awake, he gestures to her wrist. ] Check your watch. What's it say?
[ ...he forgot about the part where the message they received was all about them being newlyweds anyway. ]