【 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. 💕
[ In the shade of the blankets where he comes to consciousness, blinking up at a strangely smooth face topped off with a bright mop of sunny hair, he doesn't at first register what's against his lips but there is a moment where instinct takes over. In a flurry of bedsheets and simple martial prowess, Tygra flips the young man onto his back at the same moment he bites into the strawberry, sharp fangs banked on a growl that emanates from his chest and fills the space between them (not much left, in fact) with vibrations. He's much larger than his attacker(?), broader and densely muscled beneath a fine layer of fur, and has no trouble looming over his captive.
He spits the strawberry to one side, ears laying flat as amber feline eyes narrow. ]
What exactly am I doing dreaming next to you? [ And then he notices, ] Naked?
[ in but a flashpoint of a heartbeat, aventurine is pinned to the bed. this, too, isn't a particularly unusual state of affairs, though the mattress is far softer and easier on his back than the various other surfaces aventurine has met over the course of his many years in the business. there had been a split moment's gamble, a ticker in the back of aventurine's mind as he observed the smooth transition of rest to aggression, the flex of the man's arms between the act and the motion - but death hadn't seemed imminent, nor grievous bodily injury, and so aventurine had let slip his grip on the reins to the imaginary element building along the tip of his tongue and let himself fall.
the strawberry bisects between fangs the consistency of small daggers. aventurine lets out a low, admiring whistle despite himself. his palms raise. he presses the backs of his hand to the bed proper in the universal gesture for 'i'm harmless, please', a gesture entirely contrasting with the little quirk of a smile tucked away in the corners of his lips. ]
You make those two things sound criminal. You could do worse than me, though I will admit you could also do better. [ aventurine smiles, sunny-side up. ] Ah, please don't hit me too hard. Our captors think we've been married. I don't want to do anything that would make them think otherwise until we know what they intend for us. You agree, right?
[ His grip relents a little as he leans up to look around the room, ears flattening back as he observes the whole get-up. Gaudy, very matrimonial in a totally over-the-top sort of way, he supposes ... Our captors think we've been married. Tygra ducks back down to scent out the young man's throat, unable to detect any unevenness in his heartbeat except for likely adrenaline. Nothing is tripping too fast to signify a lie.
When he looks at him again, he's less angry than annoyed. ]
Cocky little ape. Yes, that's me. [ aventurine repeats with a grin, charmed, because people have always had choice words for him, and he supposes that entire planets could probably take inspiration from the fun creativity on display from the man at his throat. it's the way he dips his head that has aventurine's attention. the borisin were known for having an exceptional sense of smell. there are races in the universe that could tell your thoughts from the chemical make-up of your sweat, receptors in hands and feet that drew from you the map of your nervous system in order to build understanding.
the man's shoulders seem to shift in the light, the transition from anger to annoyance sloughing weight like water from a duck. aventurine, who is still the picture-perfect pantomime of submission, resists the urge to reach up and feel where the man scent his neck. instead, his fingers flicker. from the empty plane of his open palm comes a casino chip, red, and white and light against his fingers. ]
But you can call me Aventurine, if 'cocky little ape' gets old. [ aventurine reaches up with his hand. he taps the chip against the man's nose, just a light little thing. ] You, husband?
[ His attention sharpens when he sees that flicker, never entirely tensing up again because the little thing pinned beneath him seems less dangerous than sassy. Tygra's pupils turn to slits as he blinks, cross-eyed, at the tap of a chip to his nose, and he captures that hand in his own to pin it above the stranger's head. As he looks down with an arched brow, Tygra lets another low growl vibrate through his body and, subsequently, into his so-called husband's. ]
[ slits, aventurine thinks. he's never been good with cats, or any animals, really. in cats, was it blown pupils or slit pupils that denotated calm? it's too bad, that topaz isn't around to correct him on the matter, she's always has a thing or two to say when it comes to her one true love.
the man pins his hands above him. aventurine relaxes his shoulders. he grins. ]
Oh, that's a mouthful. [ mister 'we-are-not-married', ] Can I call you 'married' for short?
[ A prince, not The, but Lion-O isn't around so whatever.
It's been a while since he had a pleasure-cat in his bed, not since the fall of Thundera a year or so ago, but experience isn't something you forget. He keeps those wrists pinned with one hand and uses the other to palm his way down the skinny ape's side, the faintest scrape of claws ghosting along the inside of the blonde's unfurred thigh as he holds eye-contact. ]
Listen up, kitten, you go around running your mouth like that and it's going to get you in trouble. Understand?
[ prince, aventurine thinks, not the prince. the few words exchanged tell aventurine thus: a brusque nature, surprisingly tempered by the sort of self-control that those who are sure of their place in the world take on in unfamiliar lands, not quite the cusp of violence, and - the cat's hands skim along the inside of aventurine's thigh - open to negotiations.
there are several layers to consider, above all others being why aventurine has woken up with this prince in particular, the understanding that the opulence surrounding them either means someone wants something from them or they have already taken what they wanted, the knowledge that aventurine is missing pieces of a sub-standard puzzle, and bridges take time to build in unexpected situations. ultimately, after calculating all relevant factors, it boils down to a gamble. aventurine considers his odds and the hand along the inside of his thigh.
he tips his head back. aventurine has never taken a gamble that he hasn't calculated the odds of, even if the odds are against him. there's the slow shift of his legs beneath the warm body above him, impossible to interpret otherwise, packaged in along with the incongruently steady beat of aventurine's pulse. ]
And if you keep calling me 'kitten', I'll start to get ideas about what kind of trouble I'm about to be in. [ aventurine's fingers curl. they sift themselves in against the valleys of tyra's fingers, skin gliding against fur. he is warm, aventurine thinks. he holds tyra's hand there. ] Shall we make a deal, Prince Tyra of the Thundercats?
[ His claws glide down the softer inside of a thigh as Aventurine shifts suggestively, prompting Tygra to be more gentle as he strokes a palm upward instead. It's confusing, with a little fur and ears Aventurine could pass as a cat; he's far too pretty to be an ape. It's also been long enough since Tygra bedded anyone that the fur rises on the back of his neck when his little bedmate flexes fingers under his own, effectively ensnaring his attention. This doesn't feel smart of him, he's aware, but it is also starting to feel good. ]
[ i've been spelling your character's name wrong, i'm going to bury myself- tygra's palm skims upwards. it's silly to even mention it, aventurine thinks, but he is warm in the way that cats are warm. aventurine has never met a cat that looked at him twice. the novelty of the experience has him tip his head back, his legs shifting along the bedsheets in a silky rasp meant to be seen, and heard.
they call sigonians like him avgin; they do so with stark precision. ]
One that benefits both of us, to an extent. [ says aventurine, because telling this prince the truth costs him nothing, for now. ] I'm interested in you, and I'd wager the interest is mutual. Answer a few questions about yourself, and I'll let you use me as you'd like.
Use you? What makes you think you have anything I'd want, little ape?
[ His snort comes with a smirk as Tygra leans back down to drag his fangs over the front of an exposed throat, a nip finding the curve of a shoulder to teach his bedmate a lesson for being so cocksure. ]
You can ask whatever you want, doesn't mean you'll get an answer. Deal or not.
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He spits the strawberry to one side, ears laying flat as amber feline eyes narrow. ]
What exactly am I doing dreaming next to you? [ And then he notices, ] Naked?
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the strawberry bisects between fangs the consistency of small daggers. aventurine lets out a low, admiring whistle despite himself. his palms raise. he presses the backs of his hand to the bed proper in the universal gesture for 'i'm harmless, please', a gesture entirely contrasting with the little quirk of a smile tucked away in the corners of his lips. ]
You make those two things sound criminal. You could do worse than me, though I will admit you could also do better. [ aventurine smiles, sunny-side up. ] Ah, please don't hit me too hard. Our captors think we've been married. I don't want to do anything that would make them think otherwise until we know what they intend for us. You agree, right?
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[ His grip relents a little as he leans up to look around the room, ears flattening back as he observes the whole get-up. Gaudy, very matrimonial in a totally over-the-top sort of way, he supposes ... Our captors think we've been married. Tygra ducks back down to scent out the young man's throat, unable to detect any unevenness in his heartbeat except for likely adrenaline. Nothing is tripping too fast to signify a lie.
When he looks at him again, he's less angry than annoyed. ]
I'm not going to hit you. What's your name?
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the man's shoulders seem to shift in the light, the transition from anger to annoyance sloughing weight like water from a duck. aventurine, who is still the picture-perfect pantomime of submission, resists the urge to reach up and feel where the man scent his neck. instead, his fingers flicker. from the empty plane of his open palm comes a casino chip, red, and white and light against his fingers. ]
But you can call me Aventurine, if 'cocky little ape' gets old. [ aventurine reaches up with his hand. he taps the chip against the man's nose, just a light little thing. ] You, husband?
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We are not married.
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the man pins his hands above him. aventurine relaxes his shoulders. he grins. ]
Oh, that's a mouthful. [ mister 'we-are-not-married', ] Can I call you 'married' for short?
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It's Tygra, prince of the Thundercats.
[ A prince, not The, but Lion-O isn't around so whatever.
It's been a while since he had a pleasure-cat in his bed, not since the fall of Thundera a year or so ago, but experience isn't something you forget. He keeps those wrists pinned with one hand and uses the other to palm his way down the skinny ape's side, the faintest scrape of claws ghosting along the inside of the blonde's unfurred thigh as he holds eye-contact. ]
Listen up, kitten, you go around running your mouth like that and it's going to get you in trouble. Understand?
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there are several layers to consider, above all others being why aventurine has woken up with this prince in particular, the understanding that the opulence surrounding them either means someone wants something from them or they have already taken what they wanted, the knowledge that aventurine is missing pieces of a sub-standard puzzle, and bridges take time to build in unexpected situations. ultimately, after calculating all relevant factors, it boils down to a gamble. aventurine considers his odds and the hand along the inside of his thigh.
he tips his head back. aventurine has never taken a gamble that he hasn't calculated the odds of, even if the odds are against him. there's the slow shift of his legs beneath the warm body above him, impossible to interpret otherwise, packaged in along with the incongruently steady beat of aventurine's pulse. ]
And if you keep calling me 'kitten', I'll start to get ideas about what kind of trouble I'm about to be in. [ aventurine's fingers curl. they sift themselves in against the valleys of tyra's fingers, skin gliding against fur. he is warm, aventurine thinks. he holds tyra's hand there. ] Shall we make a deal, Prince Tyra of the Thundercats?
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What kind of deal?
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they call sigonians like him avgin; they do so with stark precision. ]
One that benefits both of us, to an extent. [ says aventurine, because telling this prince the truth costs him nothing, for now. ] I'm interested in you, and I'd wager the interest is mutual. Answer a few questions about yourself, and I'll let you use me as you'd like.
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[ His snort comes with a smirk as Tygra leans back down to drag his fangs over the front of an exposed throat, a nip finding the curve of a shoulder to teach his bedmate a lesson for being so cocksure. ]
You can ask whatever you want, doesn't mean you'll get an answer. Deal or not.