【 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. 💕
[ the whole world seems to go silent at the end of that answer, Guanshan's absolutely empty stare marking him stupefied and dumbfounded. a pin could fall to the stone floor and it'd be legible over the unsteady drips of the wet cave. ]
[ then the water shifts, and the wet spot in his jeans moves up to the tenderist inner expanse of a long thigh. from shock to disgust, he visibly flashes from pale to green to red — and when he bellows a curse in rage, it's just as likely he's releasing it in a very different kind of frustration. still torn between the two limbs, his body does a kind of... legs-barely-attached janky little shift of hips that looks probably more like a kindergartner who has to pee than a young man getting fondled. ]
Why should I even have to ask for help in the first place?! Are you heartless?!
[ the gruesomely dislodged piece of tentacle in his hands gets chucked, wobbling through the air, heading straight for Esikko's head. ]
Well, maybe. What good does a heart do him, after all? Though, normally, he tries to keep up the look of having one. It does him much better to be well liked, in the grand scheme of all things. It's easier to work with.
In this situation, though, where does being fake-nice get him? In the potential grip of a horny octopus? Looking pathetic alongside a stranger who can probably offer him nothing in return? Esikko shifts as the tentacle piece is thrown at him and watches as it lands pathetically in the water behind him.
When nothing follows, he glances back. )
Heartless? Of course not. ( He's analyzed the exits if necessary. He could just leave... That would be safer.
But safety isn't the only thing to consider, for him. There's something fascinating about watching this man squirm, the way he turns red, his yelling. The very corner of his lips curves upwards, but aside from that, he holds back his reaction. )
It's a poor decision to expect to be saved by others at their own expense, you know?
[ voice pitching up and down again, his compressed, tense shout is all the steam pride won't let him express otherwise. the blush of his cheeks and ears is splotching down his chest and bare shoulders, his tank a loose fit that exposes panting ribs, well-freckled. his sneakers are trying to step one after the other on top of the tentacle and hedge it out, a task that's going a bit like trying to put a living, wriggly thread through the eye of a needle. with most of his support on the rock wall pivoted towards Esikko, he doesn't see the second creature from his blind side slithering those suckered tendrils right for his waist. ]
Expense— expense... [ pushing through how appalled he is, he tries to translate this word into his own vocabulary and give it context, rapidfire stumbling through all of the things he can think of as "payment": ] Karma? IOU? Cook, clean? Uh- hnngshit, b-blowjob? Footjob. You seem weird.
[ insulting his savior is definitely going to pay off high dividends. as though struggling to find any one standing position that's comfortable, his knees twist inward, face wringing out a decidedly discombobulated expression and some hidden new sensation under all that denim, hands continuing to try and push down the wet tube bulging around his leg. ]
( ...This guy's a real rude asshole. That works, doesn't it? If word gets out about how cruel Esikko is in this moment, he can claim how exaggerated it is, how he was too terrified to get any closer. He folds his arms in front of himself, then calmly and slowly steps along the side of the tunnel. He's planning his exit. Timing is key, too. )
I mean that I'm not getting near that thing when it can just grab me, too. Terribly sorry.
( There's a tunnel, a pathway, and he's examining it now. But he does keep glancing back, his curiosity too strong. There's something about watching someone like this that he hadn't anticipated... )
[ it's before Esikko even gets through his apology that Guanshan yelps at something cold and wet slithering through the seam of his shirt and pants. the surprise of it makes him jump, slip, and lose his place in the fight ongoing with the first tendril. there's a lunge, the still-hidden creature finding a sudden lack of defenses and claiming the opportunity. outwardly, there's nothing more than a ripple across the front of his jeans, but some unseen movement makes the redhead flush all the way down his chest and sink his teeth down into a bottom lip. ]
[ it's enough that the only sound that leaves him is pain. ]
[ fight stubbornly renewing with an unfair advantage siphoning some of that effort, his hands only get as far as landing on the slick back of the arm and holding before his body jerks, red-hot gasps beginning to fill the cave. ]
— haa, fuck!
[ there's a sort of squirming misery there, as Guanshan weakly refutes while more arms move in: a few from above that pin back his chest and work their way into the neckhole of his shirt to caress beneath, the one on his belly slipping beneath where the elastic of his boxer-briefs meets his skin above the waist of his jeans, setting him to a soft convulsion as the fabric is pulled down just low enough to see copper and the base of his dick, the shifting mass of tendrils that are moving along it. ]
[ a honey-melted gaze that finds Esikko again, far more bashful than before. ]
You said you were goin', f-fucking go! [ he sounds like he's begging more than demanding. sad. ]
It's not guilt that hits him, seeing this, but it's something adjacent to it, and it's a foreign feeling for Esikko. As those eyes point his direction once more, Esi finds his own flush coloring his face, but he's quick to turn just as it does. Warmth mixes with a cold, more familiar rush of self-preservation, and he breathes out something almost like a sigh. )
Good luck.
( It's nice enough, isn't it, to wish him that much? As his hand lingers and slides along the cool wall of the tunnels, his gaze does the same on Guanshan until he turns the corner, and only the steady sound of his slow, quiet steps through water indicate that he does actually leave Guanshan to this fate. )
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[ then the water shifts, and the wet spot in his jeans moves up to the tenderist inner expanse of a long thigh. from shock to disgust, he visibly flashes from pale to green to red — and when he bellows a curse in rage, it's just as likely he's releasing it in a very different kind of frustration. still torn between the two limbs, his body does a kind of... legs-barely-attached janky little shift of hips that looks probably more like a kindergartner who has to pee than a young man getting fondled. ]
Why should I even have to ask for help in the first place?! Are you heartless?!
[ the gruesomely dislodged piece of tentacle in his hands gets chucked, wobbling through the air, heading straight for Esikko's head. ]
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Well, maybe. What good does a heart do him, after all? Though, normally, he tries to keep up the look of having one. It does him much better to be well liked, in the grand scheme of all things. It's easier to work with.
In this situation, though, where does being fake-nice get him? In the potential grip of a horny octopus? Looking pathetic alongside a stranger who can probably offer him nothing in return? Esikko shifts as the tentacle piece is thrown at him and watches as it lands pathetically in the water behind him.
When nothing follows, he glances back. )
Heartless? Of course not. ( He's analyzed the exits if necessary. He could just leave... That would be safer.
But safety isn't the only thing to consider, for him. There's something fascinating about watching this man squirm, the way he turns red, his yelling. The very corner of his lips curves upwards, but aside from that, he holds back his reaction. )
It's a poor decision to expect to be saved by others at their own expense, you know?
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[ voice pitching up and down again, his compressed, tense shout is all the steam pride won't let him express otherwise. the blush of his cheeks and ears is splotching down his chest and bare shoulders, his tank a loose fit that exposes panting ribs, well-freckled. his sneakers are trying to step one after the other on top of the tentacle and hedge it out, a task that's going a bit like trying to put a living, wriggly thread through the eye of a needle. with most of his support on the rock wall pivoted towards Esikko, he doesn't see the second creature from his blind side slithering those suckered tendrils right for his waist. ]
Expense— expense... [ pushing through how appalled he is, he tries to translate this word into his own vocabulary and give it context, rapidfire stumbling through all of the things he can think of as "payment": ] Karma? IOU? Cook, clean? Uh- hnngshit, b-blowjob? Footjob. You seem weird.
[ insulting his savior is definitely going to pay off high dividends. as though struggling to find any one standing position that's comfortable, his knees twist inward, face wringing out a decidedly discombobulated expression and some hidden new sensation under all that denim, hands continuing to try and push down the wet tube bulging around his leg. ]
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I mean that I'm not getting near that thing when it can just grab me, too. Terribly sorry.
( There's a tunnel, a pathway, and he's examining it now. But he does keep glancing back, his curiosity too strong. There's something about watching someone like this that he hadn't anticipated... )
cw gettin kinda naughty and sus
[ it's enough that the only sound that leaves him is pain. ]
[ fight stubbornly renewing with an unfair advantage siphoning some of that effort, his hands only get as far as landing on the slick back of the arm and holding before his body jerks, red-hot gasps beginning to fill the cave. ]
— haa, fuck!
[ there's a sort of squirming misery there, as Guanshan weakly refutes while more arms move in: a few from above that pin back his chest and work their way into the neckhole of his shirt to caress beneath, the one on his belly slipping beneath where the elastic of his boxer-briefs meets his skin above the waist of his jeans, setting him to a soft convulsion as the fabric is pulled down just low enough to see copper and the base of his dick, the shifting mass of tendrils that are moving along it. ]
[ a honey-melted gaze that finds Esikko again, far more bashful than before. ]
You said you were goin', f-fucking go! [ he sounds like he's begging more than demanding. sad. ]
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It's not guilt that hits him, seeing this, but it's something adjacent to it, and it's a foreign feeling for Esikko. As those eyes point his direction once more, Esi finds his own flush coloring his face, but he's quick to turn just as it does. Warmth mixes with a cold, more familiar rush of self-preservation, and he breathes out something almost like a sigh. )
Good luck.
( It's nice enough, isn't it, to wish him that much? As his hand lingers and slides along the cool wall of the tunnels, his gaze does the same on Guanshan until he turns the corner, and only the steady sound of his slow, quiet steps through water indicate that he does actually leave Guanshan to this fate. )