【 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. 💕
( for someone like kizuna, so inexorably attached to the emotional tides of others, a person like makoto could be quite a danger to be around. such emotional extremes are uncommon among other demons where he’s from—age, experience, and social aplomb tend to curtail their extents, reigning them in to something tight and controlled and manageable. it does not benefit a high-ranking demon, to be so volatile, to be so easily exploited; any political rival worth their initial would make good of that vulnerability in a heartbeat. but makoto is young in his education, nascent and fledgling, still wrapped in the bright colors and sudden heat and cold of emotion. anger is quickest to flare within him, its temperature marked by indignation, the sort of aggravation that burns beneath the skin when one feels unfairly treated—stymied by not having the power or the wherewithal to do a damn thing about it.
but kizuna does disrupt it. changing the atmosphere, defining the tone—the thorns and brambles of makoto’s aggravation unravel from him en mass as he reaches out to take the stranger’s hand, dedicating his attention to the task at hand. makoto is not naturally adept at things like this. he’s not completely alienated from feeling affection, but he expresses it in odd ways, all unexpected points and angles. when he had set himself to work for datenshou, he had had to be taught the art of seduction, the illusion of romance. it was easier than feeling and demonstrating it himself. he’s unsure if he could replicate it genuinely—his internal landscape isn’t exactly one hospitable for such emotions to naturally take root and flourish, or at least not in a way that doesn’t one day become horribly twisted—but he can learn it as one learns the steps of a complicated dance.
a small smile plays at his lips as kizuna makes the next move, bending down so that his own touch makoto’s hand; his question dances across its back in a sensation of movement, of warmth of breath. his heart flutters, but he doesn’t miss a step. )
Makoto.
( several inches taller than him, he might have otherwise had trouble reaching up to kizuna—stooped over somewhat to kiss his hand, however, it isn’t a challenge at all to extend his free one to trace his fingertips, feather-light, across the smooth line of his jaw, giving ever-so-slight guidance to tilt his head towards his. makoto leans in, eyes lidding heavily as he asks in a warm bloom of breath, ) And yours?
( the effect is only slightly marred by a crease in his brow—indication that he’s focusing very hard on pulling this off right now, but, well, you know… he can’t be perfect at this off the bat. )
[ It's cute. Kizuna has had long enough to perfect his decorum in matters of passion and intrigue, having fashioned it over a heart so sensitive it would have chosen muffled solitude, if allowed. But Kizuna also believes in these things he has so perfectly crafted, in closeness and in love and in forever. He believes in being beside someone. And this boy has such an interesting sensation to him — his youth is soft and malleable like an unbroken bloom, but the things on which it sustains itself are untamed, wrangled in and subdued only by sheer will that he can't even see to the bottom of. Sheer want. Kizuna is untethered from what his desires might wish to culminate in, but the echo of it is enough.
Smiling, he can't help but want to surge into the little cracks and fissures, to soften the edges even if only in the interest of playing the game. To that end, his movement is picture-perfect obedience for what Makoto bids for: he tips his jaw into his touch, urging it to continue. As if it's the only thing that matters to him in this moment. ]
Makoto. [ He repeats, tone charmed. ] I'm Kizuna.
[ There's a certain natural magnetism that occurs when he's close enough to feel the shape of someone's words, the cadence of their breathing. In his grasp, he chances brushing their noses together, an action that gets a longing sigh from the ladies in the painting. ]
( makoto had died as a young man, freezing his countenance as that of a high school-age boy for all of eternity—or, rather, so long as his name (his concept, the very essence of his being, which roused from others’ minds when it was spoken) was known. he is not a daunting person. with this body he was given, he is not tall, not broad, not powerful; with his interrupted education, his face is a clear and open window through which one can look to observe the emotions living and breathing inside of him. but with that having been said… much of this is a facade which belies something far deeper and more dangerous. yes, he almost lulls those who don’t know him well into a false sense of security, making them think that all he has to hide is a profound capriciousness, a hair-trigger tendency towards aggression and other mood swings that can leave others either puzzled or amused. if that’s the case, it works to his advantage. he doesn’t want them to know any more, even if that is in and of itself a paradox—because what makoto wants more than anything else in this or any other world that might exist is someone who accepts him, for all of his scant virtues and the myriad of his vices, for who he is. but he is self-aware enough to know what a tall order that is, so he hides, fearful of disgust and rejection.
kizuna seems human. he seems soft, like a human—light, almost ephemeral, as a human. makoto’s knee-jerk apprehension of humans and other mortals has faded in his time here (more by sheer exposure than anything else), but his mindset towards them hasn’t changed. they are rarely at risk for being made aware of the darkness that he hides because he doesn’t trust them with it (which is probably good judgment on this part!). the other demons here, those monsters and immortal beings… he is more open with them, more exploratory, thinking that their limitless lives and different perceptions of morality might better align to who and what he is.
but for this dance between them, in this one moment, trapped in this elevator in the middle of this resort? it can be just what it is. and it’s even a little enjoyable, just in trying to match kizuna step for step, not wanting to fumble in a way that might disadvantage him (or disappoint their onlookers, though makoto is doing everything he can to ignore them). the taller man surprises him in following with his touch without question, introducing himself. it ignites a fire somewhere in the cavern of makoto’s chest—the bright and burning excitement of one being given some small amount of control when he is rarely given even the idea of it, and of not wanting to let go now that he’s got his fingers on it. )
Kizuna-san, ( his words are soft enough that they barely register, ) A pleasure to meet you.
( close enough that the warmth of their breath intermingles, that their noses brush against one another—to kiss is the obvious thing to happen next, isn’t it? but wouldn’t that be a little too easy? makoto has had that lesson as well; even though his clients pay for the privilege of his company, he’d been encouraged to play with their expectations, stringing them along in a coquettish game of cat-and-mouse. he… doesn’t really intend on going so far here (mostly because he hasn’t become so good at it he’d be confident here), but—he does think it would be a little too easy. his eyes lid further, gaze falling to kizuna’s lips. he leans forward just enough so that they barely brush—and then they continue to move past, along the line of his jaw to murmur into the shell of his ear: )
Would you like me to?
( as he asks, his fingertips move slowly along the other side of his jaw, all as his thumb rolls over the round of his lower lip. )
[ Where there's smoke, there's fire. It's a compelling veil that it seeps through, a burial shroud, the comfort of a blanket wrapped so tightly that it comes to strangulation. Or perhaps pressurization? Would he pull it in as sanctuary or emerge from it, this chrysalis of flame and soot? Kizuna finds himself wanting to know which it'll be, hovering on this precipice. It's not to his benefit to breathe life into this flame but his curiosity and recognition both urge him to lean into its warmth, however perilous that decision could turn out to be.
For now, in this little space, it's just a game. ]
Hmm. [ A pleased sound, held low in his throat. He doesn't bother to suppress the shiver that sweeps up his neck at the sensation of breath against his ear, his sensitive hearing illuminating with the sound of Makoto's question. ] I would, yes.
[ A plain admittance to the intimacy he's seeking out of this, no clear delineation between his own desires and those of their painted onlookers. His long fingers smooth upwards against Makoto's palm, altering their hold; his other arm curls around him to reach for the small of his back. Like he's taking the young man as an actual dance partner, even if his little sway is momentary, contemplative, just enough to press into one another's spaces without being too aggressive in his attention. Eyes fluttering shut, he continues to cleave to the touches, canting just enough to smear a kiss against the flat of Makoto's thumb — it pushes the boundary on what one might consider "cute". Warm, lingering, loose enough to dampen skin.
His smile pulls, glimmering. ]
But don't let me influence what you want to do. You can kiss me anytime.
[ Or never. There are other places for mouths to explore. ]
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but kizuna does disrupt it. changing the atmosphere, defining the tone—the thorns and brambles of makoto’s aggravation unravel from him en mass as he reaches out to take the stranger’s hand, dedicating his attention to the task at hand. makoto is not naturally adept at things like this. he’s not completely alienated from feeling affection, but he expresses it in odd ways, all unexpected points and angles. when he had set himself to work for datenshou, he had had to be taught the art of seduction, the illusion of romance. it was easier than feeling and demonstrating it himself. he’s unsure if he could replicate it genuinely—his internal landscape isn’t exactly one hospitable for such emotions to naturally take root and flourish, or at least not in a way that doesn’t one day become horribly twisted—but he can learn it as one learns the steps of a complicated dance.
a small smile plays at his lips as kizuna makes the next move, bending down so that his own touch makoto’s hand; his question dances across its back in a sensation of movement, of warmth of breath. his heart flutters, but he doesn’t miss a step. )
Makoto.
( several inches taller than him, he might have otherwise had trouble reaching up to kizuna—stooped over somewhat to kiss his hand, however, it isn’t a challenge at all to extend his free one to trace his fingertips, feather-light, across the smooth line of his jaw, giving ever-so-slight guidance to tilt his head towards his. makoto leans in, eyes lidding heavily as he asks in a warm bloom of breath, ) And yours?
( the effect is only slightly marred by a crease in his brow—indication that he’s focusing very hard on pulling this off right now, but, well, you know… he can’t be perfect at this off the bat. )
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Smiling, he can't help but want to surge into the little cracks and fissures, to soften the edges even if only in the interest of playing the game. To that end, his movement is picture-perfect obedience for what Makoto bids for: he tips his jaw into his touch, urging it to continue. As if it's the only thing that matters to him in this moment. ]
Makoto. [ He repeats, tone charmed. ] I'm Kizuna.
[ There's a certain natural magnetism that occurs when he's close enough to feel the shape of someone's words, the cadence of their breathing. In his grasp, he chances brushing their noses together, an action that gets a longing sigh from the ladies in the painting. ]
So far, so good. ♥ Would you like to kiss me?
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kizuna seems human. he seems soft, like a human—light, almost ephemeral, as a human. makoto’s knee-jerk apprehension of humans and other mortals has faded in his time here (more by sheer exposure than anything else), but his mindset towards them hasn’t changed. they are rarely at risk for being made aware of the darkness that he hides because he doesn’t trust them with it (which is probably good judgment on this part!). the other demons here, those monsters and immortal beings… he is more open with them, more exploratory, thinking that their limitless lives and different perceptions of morality might better align to who and what he is.
but for this dance between them, in this one moment, trapped in this elevator in the middle of this resort? it can be just what it is. and it’s even a little enjoyable, just in trying to match kizuna step for step, not wanting to fumble in a way that might disadvantage him (or disappoint their onlookers, though makoto is doing everything he can to ignore them). the taller man surprises him in following with his touch without question, introducing himself. it ignites a fire somewhere in the cavern of makoto’s chest—the bright and burning excitement of one being given some small amount of control when he is rarely given even the idea of it, and of not wanting to let go now that he’s got his fingers on it. )
Kizuna-san, ( his words are soft enough that they barely register, ) A pleasure to meet you.
( close enough that the warmth of their breath intermingles, that their noses brush against one another—to kiss is the obvious thing to happen next, isn’t it? but wouldn’t that be a little too easy? makoto has had that lesson as well; even though his clients pay for the privilege of his company, he’d been encouraged to play with their expectations, stringing them along in a coquettish game of cat-and-mouse. he… doesn’t really intend on going so far here (mostly because he hasn’t become so good at it he’d be confident here), but—he does think it would be a little too easy. his eyes lid further, gaze falling to kizuna’s lips. he leans forward just enough so that they barely brush—and then they continue to move past, along the line of his jaw to murmur into the shell of his ear: )
Would you like me to?
( as he asks, his fingertips move slowly along the other side of his jaw, all as his thumb rolls over the round of his lower lip. )
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For now, in this little space, it's just a game. ]
Hmm. [ A pleased sound, held low in his throat. He doesn't bother to suppress the shiver that sweeps up his neck at the sensation of breath against his ear, his sensitive hearing illuminating with the sound of Makoto's question. ] I would, yes.
[ A plain admittance to the intimacy he's seeking out of this, no clear delineation between his own desires and those of their painted onlookers. His long fingers smooth upwards against Makoto's palm, altering their hold; his other arm curls around him to reach for the small of his back. Like he's taking the young man as an actual dance partner, even if his little sway is momentary, contemplative, just enough to press into one another's spaces without being too aggressive in his attention. Eyes fluttering shut, he continues to cleave to the touches, canting just enough to smear a kiss against the flat of Makoto's thumb — it pushes the boundary on what one might consider "cute". Warm, lingering, loose enough to dampen skin.
His smile pulls, glimmering. ]
But don't let me influence what you want to do. You can kiss me anytime.
[ Or never. There are other places for mouths to explore. ]
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