【 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. 💕
[ A door to one of those private rooms had opened just before Felix’s scathing observation and the redhead in the process of stepping out freezes when he recognizes that voice. A blink of amber eyes as Sylvain lets his eyes adjust to the dim hallway and then focus on the familiar form not far away.
Which is about when those words actually sink in and he’s not sure whether to be amused or horrified.
Well. Felix has found him in worse places before. Probably.
The redhead is a little disheveled, shirt untucked and the first several buttons undone. There are a few reddened marks deepening to bruises on his shoulder, but he doesn’t seem aware of them at the moment as he takes a step towards the irritated looking man. ]
Actually it’s where their esteemed guests torture each other. For fun. [ Surprise? ] Please tell me you’re not here on your honeymoon.
[ …Yeah, he heard about how the Wildcards were arriving this time around. ]
[For a brief moment, the past several years are washed away by the sight of Sylvain—hale and whole, so familiar as to inspire a deep throb of longing for childhood innocence within his breast. It feels almost natural to be greeted this way, his eyes drinking in the sight of tousled hair and rumpled clothes as if they were still at the academy. But then the seconds pass, and with them the illusion. Felix stares in hard, stricken silence at the young man he slew himself, stomach twisting. Though he had overheard other guests describe this phenomenon already, seeing the dead walk once more is a kind of madness he only thought possible for the boar. Perhaps Felix truly has lost his mind. It would be fitting.]
According to the servants, [“employees” is a term he has yet to adopt,] my “husband” will be late.
[Disdain drips from every word. While same-sex relationships are far from forbidden in the majority of Fódlan, it is drilled into the heads of every young noble from Faerghus that securing the family bloodline—perpetuating the future of Crests to defend the homeland—is imperative. Felix was no exception, of course; though Rodrigue had never been as heavy-handed as Margrave Gautier, the second-born Fraldarius had understood what was expected of him. So, for this “resort” to insist he is married to a man of all things…? What a joke.]
I’ll admit I don’t understand your being here, Sylvain. [Another pointed look at their immediate surroundings.] This doesn’t seem like your kind of “fun.”
[Felix continues to misunderstand; his brain refuses to make the connection between what Sylvain has described and sex.]
[ Sylvain just chokes on a sudden laugh at the mention of Felix’s “husband”. Oh, he can imagine exactly how well that conversation probably went down. Those poor staff members. ]
I’ll just bet he is. Please tell me he’s actually late or something and not stabbed full of holes and shoved forgotten in a closet somewhere, at least?
[ He sees the strange look that flares across Felix’s face as he stares at him, but he doesn’t understand it. Unless it has something to do with where they are? Then again, the gossip about Sylvain’s antics had always ranged from the ludicrous to the downright degenerate.
Although he still blames Seteth for a good chunk of those. ]
Why, Felix. I had no idea you ever paid that much attention to what I did for “fun” when it happened behind closed doors. [ Or occasionally in the stables. Or an empty classroom. Or under Cethleann’s… you know what, nevermind.
He saunters closer with an easy grin, however, because all teasing aside, he’s relieved to see a familiar face from Faerghus at last. He’d begun to feel distinctly outnumbered around here. He knows Felix is going to hate everything about this place, but he’s still relieved to see him.
And he winks playfully as he slings an arm around the dark-haired man’s shoulders in what feels like the same familiar motion they’ve shared hundreds of times over the years. ] I can show you, if you’re curious?
[There’s no answer on the subject of his alleged “husband”; with the faintest upper curl of his lip—likely recognizable to Sylvain as a smirk—Felix chooses to let the hypothetical mystery lie. Did he stab the poor man and abandon him in some closet? A Fraldarius never tells.
That mild suggestion of a smirk fades as the redhead teases Felix and then moves closer. Muscles tensing, the swordsman studies Sylvain intently in an attempt to glean intentions. Despite the other young man’s height and size, Felix is well aware of how quickly Sylvain can move when inclined to; it would be stupid to underestimate him now. Except, as underhanded as the Gautier heir may be in matters of “love,” Sylvain does not usually stoop to such lows on the battlefield. Maybe that’s why Felix permits the approach. Or maybe he’s just a heartbroken fool still mourning old friends.
Sylvain’s arm finds a home across his shoulders. Felix stiffens, body utterly still, and considers the lancer from his periphery. The invitation is ignored, as per usual.]
…Sylvain. [His voice is quiet, the calm before a storm.] What do you remember last, back in Fódlan?
[ That’s Felix for you. Always ruining a good flirtation with grim reality. Sylvain makes a sound that’s half-sigh and half-laugh. he’d avoided talking about home with most of them, other than agreeing to a truce of sorts with Hubert. When he’d been the only Lion here, it had been easy to keep his distance from any mention of home. He’d regarded Edelgard and Hubert with a wary sort of caution and Lorenz with the same exasperated annoyance the pair had always shared.
This, though…
Sylvain lifts one shoulder in a shrug, because he had yet to realize there were any sort of discrepancies to be found, mostly because he hadn’t been interested in looking for them. Or even realized he should be looking for them. ]
The battle at Gronder, of course. Or getting ready for it. I’m not sure if this place’s sense of timing was fortuitous or not, but I’m not complaining about us not having to step onto that field again. Why do you ask, though? You were there, too.
[ A pause, as he considers something he’d discussed with Sizhui a few weeks earlier. Which has him turning to give Felix a worried frown. ] At least, I’d assumed you were there with me. No one knows if time here works differently as back home, although I’ve heard speculation about it. Did I miss the battle?
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II I’M SURE THIS WILL BE FINE (shall we start fresh and see where they go?)
Which is about when those words actually sink in and he’s not sure whether to be amused or horrified.
Well. Felix has found him in worse places before. Probably.
The redhead is a little disheveled, shirt untucked and the first several buttons undone. There are a few reddened marks deepening to bruises on his shoulder, but he doesn’t seem aware of them at the moment as he takes a step towards the irritated looking man. ]
Actually it’s where their esteemed guests torture each other. For fun. [ Surprise? ] Please tell me you’re not here on your honeymoon.
[ …Yeah, he heard about how the Wildcards were arriving this time around. ]
AYYYY works for me!
According to the servants, [“employees” is a term he has yet to adopt,] my “husband” will be late.
[Disdain drips from every word. While same-sex relationships are far from forbidden in the majority of Fódlan, it is drilled into the heads of every young noble from Faerghus that securing the family bloodline—perpetuating the future of Crests to defend the homeland—is imperative. Felix was no exception, of course; though Rodrigue had never been as heavy-handed as Margrave Gautier, the second-born Fraldarius had understood what was expected of him. So, for this “resort” to insist he is married to a man of all things…? What a joke.]
I’ll admit I don’t understand your being here, Sylvain. [Another pointed look at their immediate surroundings.] This doesn’t seem like your kind of “fun.”
[Felix continues to misunderstand; his brain refuses to make the connection between what Sylvain has described and sex.]
no subject
I’ll just bet he is. Please tell me he’s actually late or something and not stabbed full of holes and shoved forgotten in a closet somewhere, at least?
[ He sees the strange look that flares across Felix’s face as he stares at him, but he doesn’t understand it. Unless it has something to do with where they are? Then again, the gossip about Sylvain’s antics had always ranged from the ludicrous to the downright degenerate.
Although he still blames Seteth for a good chunk of those. ]
Why, Felix. I had no idea you ever paid that much attention to what I did for “fun” when it happened behind closed doors. [ Or occasionally in the stables. Or an empty classroom. Or under Cethleann’s… you know what, nevermind.
He saunters closer with an easy grin, however, because all teasing aside, he’s relieved to see a familiar face from Faerghus at last. He’d begun to feel distinctly outnumbered around here. He knows Felix is going to hate everything about this place, but he’s still relieved to see him.
And he winks playfully as he slings an arm around the dark-haired man’s shoulders in what feels like the same familiar motion they’ve shared hundreds of times over the years. ] I can show you, if you’re curious?
no subject
That mild suggestion of a smirk fades as the redhead teases Felix and then moves closer. Muscles tensing, the swordsman studies Sylvain intently in an attempt to glean intentions. Despite the other young man’s height and size, Felix is well aware of how quickly Sylvain can move when inclined to; it would be stupid to underestimate him now. Except, as underhanded as the Gautier heir may be in matters of “love,” Sylvain does not usually stoop to such lows on the battlefield. Maybe that’s why Felix permits the approach. Or maybe he’s just a heartbroken fool still mourning old friends.
Sylvain’s arm finds a home across his shoulders. Felix stiffens, body utterly still, and considers the lancer from his periphery. The invitation is ignored, as per usual.]
…Sylvain. [His voice is quiet, the calm before a storm.] What do you remember last, back in Fódlan?
no subject
This, though…
Sylvain lifts one shoulder in a shrug, because he had yet to realize there were any sort of discrepancies to be found, mostly because he hadn’t been interested in looking for them. Or even realized he should be looking for them. ]
The battle at Gronder, of course. Or getting ready for it. I’m not sure if this place’s sense of timing was fortuitous or not, but I’m not complaining about us not having to step onto that field again. Why do you ask, though? You were there, too.
[ A pause, as he considers something he’d discussed with Sizhui a few weeks earlier. Which has him turning to give Felix a worried frown. ] At least, I’d assumed you were there with me. No one knows if time here works differently as back home, although I’ve heard speculation about it. Did I miss the battle?