【 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. 💕
[ truthfully, she'd risen first. for a post-life monster slain in drunken slumber, shuten is, in reality, a light sleeper. it's her greed and curiosity that gets the better of her, after all — and when she'd woken up face to face with a pale-haired beauty, cropped strands framing her round face, shuten had decided to lie in wait. the girl had smelled different, up close. unfamiliar.
when the stranger leaps out of bed, it becomes apparent she's not just a pretty face.
ah, but the flowing layers of lace on her thin frame doesn't exactly strike her with the image of a samurai just yet, no matter how aptly she wields that pick.
from her spot on the bed, shuten pretends to be roused, blinking away sleep and a yawn revealing the whole of her sharp fangs. now that the sheets have all but been flung off, shuten's own outfit is revealed: a white, silk kimono, cherry-lined, expertly dyed in motifs of plum branches, blooming in vibrant reds and blushing pinks. it fits loosely around her own slender body, the obi mysteriously missing from the ensemble. (it's lucky she hasn't decided to sit up, for based on the exposed slips of pale skin at her chest and thighs, it's likely she's bare underneath, ready to be revealed at the slightest motion.)
a large lacquered red cup sits beside the bed, glistening with drops of sake like morning dew.
apparently unfazed by the threat, shuten curls lazily like a cat along the suddenly big and empty mattress. ]
I was wondering why it was so much colder all of a sudden ... Don't be such a stranger, honey. It's not nice to threaten a bedmate, you know.
[The garish decor of the room accompanied by the strange outfit she woke up in makes for a unsettling conclusion that Shousetsu is far too reluctant to reach yet. It wouldn't be possible for someone to simply sweep her away to this place and change her outfit, the idea was utterly unthinkable. So why then was she not in her usual clothes and why was there someone in the bed beside her when she woke—
—Someone who... doesn't seem to mind this predicament one bit. The woman's languid drawl sparks irritation in Shousetsu's chest, like striking flint to wood. She pays the shameless glimpses of pink skin and curves no mind, and even thinks nothing of the trademark standing horns atop her brow and the fangs behind those rosy lips. No, she's more focused on those striking eyes and the way they seem to glint in amusement at her distress. Was she enjoying this...?]
... Spoken as one who has no intention of giving me an answer.
[Shousetsu's pale fingers grip the ice pick handle tighter.]
I warn you again not to make light of me! If you know anything about this place, you do well to explain everything now.
[Her voice hardens enough that if one focuses they may be able to detect the hint of apprehension within it.]
[ waking up a servant often felt this way, suddenly conscious in a world far distant from one's own. perhaps it's different when your life already met its natural end, when your existence now is a series of fleeting whims, here and then gone when the fun's run out. who is a girl like her to squander a second chance at worldly pleasures, after all, when she's long since paid for her sybaritic crimes?
ah, and they're not in an any immediate danger. as a creature of blood and violence, that much she knows.
other than the girl brandishing the icepick, anyway.
finally, shuten sits up, kimono sliding over her thin shoulder and opening at the breast, not quite exposing everything yet. amused as she continues to be at the warrior-apparent's frazzled stance, another yawn pulls down shuten's smile. when she's done, her lips form a small pout. ]
If you know I'm a captive, you're being awfully unforgiving towards me ... I know just as much as you do, dear.
[ spotting the red of her lacquer, shuten reaches for the cup, swirling it around to gather the drops of leftover sake at the center. ]
But the bed's comfy, and you're not bad on the eyes in that silk. Fufu, maybe your head's hurting after a rough night? Why not try a bit of hair of the dog?
[ with that, she spills the small pool of sake onto her tongue. ]
[In the back of her mind a little voice rings out shrilly like the last cry of a cuckoo at dusk. You are wasting time.
It was bad enough, waking disoriented and reacting purely on survival instinct with no answering pulse of magic in her mind. Her connection with Rider had been completely cut off— that much she was aware in those few waking seconds— but something else had been severed from her grasp completely. The thrum of energy beneath the earth where the leylines intersected, the natural magic that radiated off every living thing...
That had been taken away, utterly and completely. The oni sprawled before her feels like a creature from the world she knows, and yet... was it possible that other Servants and Masters had been sent here as well? Was Rider here by chance, wondering the same thing she was?
Every plausible explanation races through Shousetsu's mind—
—and promptly comes to a screeching halt when the crease of the oni's kimono widens across her sternum. It doesn't expose everything, but it's enough for her eyes to quickly dart away.]
!!
[A sharp bristle almost makes her drop the makeshift weapon in her hand, although that is easier enough to dismiss than the color rising in her cheeks.]
S-Such slothfulness... if what you say is true then how can you remained so composed? Have you no sense of urgency?
[After wrangling with her emotions for another second she finally lowers her pick to hip-level. Her bright eyes narrow as the scent of sake permeates the room.]
Regardless, I do not intend to waste precious time drinking the day away.
[And yet, she cannot leave the obvious unanswered. Shousetsu steps forward, close enough that her knees just barely touch the edge of the luxury bed.]
[ oh, finally, shuten thinks at the glimpse of embarrassment — the averting of sea-green eyes, the bristle of thin shoulders, the suffusion of color on pale cheeks. shuten was beginning to think the stranger serious in the unfortunate way, like tsuna, immune to the suggestions of sensuality.
it's good to know the samurai is still lively beyond her blade, the odd way she smells.
her smile finds her again, heavy and watchful. she's just about to make another exaggerated pout, another, stronger attempt at pulling the stranger into her antics when she says that.
shuten blinks, surprised. ]
Oh, my. Aren't you so smart.
[ still sat up, still unmoving, shuten's swimming violet gaze drags across the distance of the bed from her to the samurai, now standing at the edge. she tips her head, horns pointed at a diagonal. ]
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waking up.
when the stranger leaps out of bed, it becomes apparent she's not just a pretty face.
ah, but the flowing layers of lace on her thin frame doesn't exactly strike her with the image of a samurai just yet, no matter how aptly she wields that pick.
from her spot on the bed, shuten pretends to be roused, blinking away sleep and a yawn revealing the whole of her sharp fangs. now that the sheets have all but been flung off, shuten's own outfit is revealed: a white, silk kimono, cherry-lined, expertly dyed in motifs of plum branches, blooming in vibrant reds and blushing pinks. it fits loosely around her own slender body, the obi mysteriously missing from the ensemble. (it's lucky she hasn't decided to sit up, for based on the exposed slips of pale skin at her chest and thighs, it's likely she's bare underneath, ready to be revealed at the slightest motion.)
a large lacquered red cup sits beside the bed, glistening with drops of sake like morning dew.
apparently unfazed by the threat, shuten curls lazily like a cat along the suddenly big and empty mattress. ]
I was wondering why it was so much colder all of a sudden ... Don't be such a stranger, honey. It's not nice to threaten a bedmate, you know.
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—Someone who... doesn't seem to mind this predicament one bit. The woman's languid drawl sparks irritation in Shousetsu's chest, like striking flint to wood. She pays the shameless glimpses of pink skin and curves no mind, and even thinks nothing of the trademark standing horns atop her brow and the fangs behind those rosy lips. No, she's more focused on those striking eyes and the way they seem to glint in amusement at her distress. Was she enjoying this...?]
... Spoken as one who has no intention of giving me an answer.
[Shousetsu's pale fingers grip the ice pick handle tighter.]
I warn you again not to make light of me! If you know anything about this place, you do well to explain everything now.
[Her voice hardens enough that if one focuses they may be able to detect the hint of apprehension within it.]
Are you also not a captive here?
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ah, and they're not in an any immediate danger. as a creature of blood and violence, that much she knows.
other than the girl brandishing the icepick, anyway.
finally, shuten sits up, kimono sliding over her thin shoulder and opening at the breast, not quite exposing everything yet. amused as she continues to be at the warrior-apparent's frazzled stance, another yawn pulls down shuten's smile. when she's done, her lips form a small pout. ]
If you know I'm a captive, you're being awfully unforgiving towards me ... I know just as much as you do, dear.
[ spotting the red of her lacquer, shuten reaches for the cup, swirling it around to gather the drops of leftover sake at the center. ]
But the bed's comfy, and you're not bad on the eyes in that silk. Fufu, maybe your head's hurting after a rough night? Why not try a bit of hair of the dog?
[ with that, she spills the small pool of sake onto her tongue. ]
no subject
It was bad enough, waking disoriented and reacting purely on survival instinct with no answering pulse of magic in her mind. Her connection with Rider had been completely cut off— that much she was aware in those few waking seconds— but something else had been severed from her grasp completely. The thrum of energy beneath the earth where the leylines intersected, the natural magic that radiated off every living thing...
That had been taken away, utterly and completely. The oni sprawled before her feels like a creature from the world she knows, and yet... was it possible that other Servants and Masters had been sent here as well? Was Rider here by chance, wondering the same thing she was?
Every plausible explanation races through Shousetsu's mind—
—and promptly comes to a screeching halt when the crease of the oni's kimono widens across her sternum. It doesn't expose everything, but it's enough for her eyes to quickly dart away.]
!!
[A sharp bristle almost makes her drop the makeshift weapon in her hand, although that is easier enough to dismiss than the color rising in her cheeks.]
S-Such slothfulness... if what you say is true then how can you remained so composed? Have you no sense of urgency?
[After wrangling with her emotions for another second she finally lowers her pick to hip-level. Her bright eyes narrow as the scent of sake permeates the room.]
Regardless, I do not intend to waste precious time drinking the day away.
[And yet, she cannot leave the obvious unanswered. Shousetsu steps forward, close enough that her knees just barely touch the edge of the luxury bed.]
... You are a Servant, are you not?
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it's good to know the samurai is still lively beyond her blade, the odd way she smells.
her smile finds her again, heavy and watchful. she's just about to make another exaggerated pout, another, stronger attempt at pulling the stranger into her antics when she says that.
shuten blinks, surprised. ]
Oh, my. Aren't you so smart.
[ still sat up, still unmoving, shuten's swimming violet gaze drags across the distance of the bed from her to the samurai, now standing at the edge. she tips her head, horns pointed at a diagonal. ]
How could you tell?