【 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. 💕
Nevermind! I want to talk about kissing after all!
[ He cannot lose a game like this, he refuses! With the handkerchief freed of Getou's pocket, Kizuna brandishes like a lady-fair cheering on her knightly suitor. Only to lean in, eyes bright as he uses it to swipe some of the aquatic smatterings away from his cheek. His thumb digs into the meat of it, a considering gesture.
His voice drops, hopefully out of range of their onlookers, though their assumption that he might be saying something steamy seems to curry their favor again. ]
It's fine. Leave the tenderness to me.
[ A glimpse offered, even if only in desperation. ]
[ oh, how those eyebrows droop, mouth forming a tiny, petulant pout, chin tucked. this is how he weathers that cleaning: stubborn and begrudging. ]
[ Kizuna's proximity and words sober him with an almost comical swiftness, would those words be of any mitigation. instead, the quiet voice of self-flagellation is given a spotlight for the first time since its inception, a thing well preceding the black clubs stamp behind an ear hidden beneath fallen hair and muck. for the prevailing silence of the elevator, they have not given a performance worthy of the applause between his ears. ]
...Yes. My apologies. [ a polite hand in the small of Kizuna's back indicates more intimacy than he can truly claim. it's more gratitude than penance. ]
[ even a stranger can see those cracks. ]
This is your area of expertise. I'm blessed to be your subject. [ if his acting abruptly improves, maybe it's the claustrophobia. ]
[ His magnetism is unnatural, the way he reacts to such a punished bid for closeness by taking it without question and allowing his back to bow into Getou's grasp. ]
Ohh~? Blessed? [ Kizuna only feels slightly bad about his unfair advantage, his need to surge into the fractures and soften the edges of those hairlines. Keep the marrow in, the vessels bright and webbed. Closeness of that caliber isn't meant for humans, but he commands it through the suffocating rise in compliance. ] No need to be such a smooth talker now that I've seen your cute side.
[ Performative, yes, but calculated and purposeful. In working some of that skin clean, Kizuna is eager to claim it — he presses his lips to the corner of his mouth, smooth and slow. ]
There, that's better.
[ No it's not. The smell is still atrocious, but he's working with what they've got. ]
[ with a deity for a best friend, one would think Getou Suguru more capable of handing over the reigns, of admitting he's not the right person for the job. a schooled expression keeps the discomfort from showing as anything more than frustration at his current circumstances — which it is — and his mouth twitches from its line as Kizuna moves in, uncertain and unpracticed at this sort of domestic affection, for all the rest of his worldly experience since arriving in Golden Peacock. ]
[ with the won approval of his new beau, the painting watches. he's too painfully out of touch with romance. ]
There's only person I care about seeing me cute or clean, or any other way. [ true enough. the lie is in how he takes that handkerchief from Kizuna again, briefly lacing their fingers with a squeeze. the trio squeals — and the elevator hums to life once again. ]
[ It takes some familiar effort to press back on the layers of natural adversity that swell beneath his attentions. Maybe he assumed too much, that under the sway of this place most would simply take his gift and run with it in the interest of freeing themselves from the painting's expectations. And to some extent — that's happening, yes.
Just not in the way Kizuna expects. ]
Aha. Is that so? Well... [ Fingers twined like a ramshackle lifeline, pretty but poorly welded, golden eyes flash over the tops of their knuckles as Kizuna brings them up to place his lips to those instead. ] In that case, I owe you for letting me indulge.
[ No sooner than his lips let up does the elevator ding primly overhead, releasing the mechanism for the door as well as a contented sigh from their audience. ]
[ soft, quiet epiphany accompanies the stamp of lips, bursting into his awareness like the elevator ascending. self-awareness is a distorted, heavy thing, like being trapped in a steel box with three somewhat reflective sides; the truth is, it's Getou's own reflection that would be trapped in the multifaceted shards of a broken mirror, the void behind the mercury exposed. ]
[ he's better at it than you. a fresh bruise on an ego already rotting out, what Kizuna has found there is ugly and rotten. it sprouts something equally toxic and green, an ugly roil of jealousy and offense. the light hollows out of his eyes. ]
Think nothing of it, [ but his voice stays affable. ] I insist.
[ his other hand taps out the passing of each floor. ]
[ It's not something Kizuna can help any longer. Memories and emotions not his own become opaque as they rise up within him, frenzied sediment and poison to the honeyed well of his throat. With all three of those dulled walls closing in on them in clouded absolution, Kizuna remains at the epicenter — reflective. His shards hold to the shape of the man in his grasp in spite of the injured pulse beneath it, pitching itself up and out through the shattering. Festering, decayed.
Kizuna locks eyes with Getou, an equally lightless and intense gaze that gives away nothing and everything. And, as luck would have it, a gaze that can easily be mistaken for the intensity of infatuation, picture perfect in every way. ]
Ohh? So generous. [ He tastes the tang of hatred, soft on his tongue. ] No wonder it's been so easy falling for you.
[ Mercifully, the elevator lurches in time with his gut, slowing to a halt on its cables. Finally, his gaze shifts, something catlike about its sheen. ]
Looks like we've arrived at our stop. [ A winning smile leveled towards the trio — ] Ladies, it's been a pleasure~
[ the silence that follows in the bitter irony of those words is one that doesn't even have breath, as if inhaling the stale, warm air of the elevator would bring fumigation. he would rather hold on to all the squirming the insects inside of him, all that tartar and brine, to not have those lips against his skin again. ]
[ the doors part and Kizuna bothers with all of that formality; Getou, not one to be rude but guilty of it still, moves past him with a shoulder check that is unexpected and unkind enough to send sneakers skidding across the glossy floor where the elevator door forms a seam. normally such obtuse bullying isn't something he indulges in, but it has its own satisfaction when he does. ]
[ no keener to drag out the harrowing experience of overfamiliarity with one's shadow, he's a glass house throwing stones as he levels Kizuna another look — and then makes a very pivotal mistake: heads for the publicly shared bathrooms. ]
[ Tolerance bleeding out to the glut of hatred... with his gift of a silver tongue and an over-aware heart, he hadn't expected that outcome. It clashes with the unease storming in the pit of his stomach, the bitter stench in the back of his throat that resists being swallowed down. He really made something of this one, didn't he?
That's a future he'll let unfurl at a different time. Even being nearly rocked off his feet, Kizuna smiles thinly, aware of the sweat on his temples for the first time.
He's definitely going to be sick. Without the severance necessary to unmuddle his emotions, he steps out into the light of a floor that isn't, can't be his, following along Getou's path with the long strides of a man possessed.
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[ He cannot lose a game like this, he refuses! With the handkerchief freed of Getou's pocket, Kizuna brandishes like a lady-fair cheering on her knightly suitor. Only to lean in, eyes bright as he uses it to swipe some of the aquatic smatterings away from his cheek. His thumb digs into the meat of it, a considering gesture.
His voice drops, hopefully out of range of their onlookers, though their assumption that he might be saying something steamy seems to curry their favor again. ]
It's fine. Leave the tenderness to me.
[ A glimpse offered, even if only in desperation. ]
no subject
[ Kizuna's proximity and words sober him with an almost comical swiftness, would those words be of any mitigation. instead, the quiet voice of self-flagellation is given a spotlight for the first time since its inception, a thing well preceding the black clubs stamp behind an ear hidden beneath fallen hair and muck. for the prevailing silence of the elevator, they have not given a performance worthy of the applause between his ears. ]
...Yes. My apologies. [ a polite hand in the small of Kizuna's back indicates more intimacy than he can truly claim. it's more gratitude than penance. ]
[ even a stranger can see those cracks. ]
This is your area of expertise. I'm blessed to be your subject. [ if his acting abruptly improves, maybe it's the claustrophobia. ]
no subject
Ohh~? Blessed? [ Kizuna only feels slightly bad about his unfair advantage, his need to surge into the fractures and soften the edges of those hairlines. Keep the marrow in, the vessels bright and webbed. Closeness of that caliber isn't meant for humans, but he commands it through the suffocating rise in compliance. ] No need to be such a smooth talker now that I've seen your cute side.
[ Performative, yes, but calculated and purposeful. In working some of that skin clean, Kizuna is eager to claim it — he presses his lips to the corner of his mouth, smooth and slow. ]
There, that's better.
[ No it's not. The smell is still atrocious, but he's working with what they've got. ]
no subject
[ with the won approval of his new beau, the painting watches. he's too painfully out of touch with romance. ]
There's only person I care about seeing me cute or clean, or any other way. [ true enough. the lie is in how he takes that handkerchief from Kizuna again, briefly lacing their fingers with a squeeze. the trio squeals — and the elevator hums to life once again. ]
no subject
Just not in the way Kizuna expects. ]
Aha. Is that so? Well... [ Fingers twined like a ramshackle lifeline, pretty but poorly welded, golden eyes flash over the tops of their knuckles as Kizuna brings them up to place his lips to those instead. ] In that case, I owe you for letting me indulge.
[ No sooner than his lips let up does the elevator ding primly overhead, releasing the mechanism for the door as well as a contented sigh from their audience. ]
no subject
[ he's better at it than you. a fresh bruise on an ego already rotting out, what Kizuna has found there is ugly and rotten. it sprouts something equally toxic and green, an ugly roil of jealousy and offense. the light hollows out of his eyes. ]
Think nothing of it, [ but his voice stays affable. ] I insist.
[ his other hand taps out the passing of each floor. ]
no subject
Kizuna locks eyes with Getou, an equally lightless and intense gaze that gives away nothing and everything. And, as luck would have it, a gaze that can easily be mistaken for the intensity of infatuation, picture perfect in every way. ]
Ohh? So generous. [ He tastes the tang of hatred, soft on his tongue. ] No wonder it's been so easy falling for you.
[ Mercifully, the elevator lurches in time with his gut, slowing to a halt on its cables. Finally, his gaze shifts, something catlike about its sheen. ]
Looks like we've arrived at our stop. [ A winning smile leveled towards the trio — ] Ladies, it's been a pleasure~
no subject
[ the doors part and Kizuna bothers with all of that formality; Getou, not one to be rude but guilty of it still, moves past him with a shoulder check that is unexpected and unkind enough to send sneakers skidding across the glossy floor where the elevator door forms a seam. normally such obtuse bullying isn't something he indulges in, but it has its own satisfaction when he does. ]
[ no keener to drag out the harrowing experience of overfamiliarity with one's shadow, he's a glass house throwing stones as he levels Kizuna another look — and then makes a very pivotal mistake: heads for the publicly shared bathrooms. ]
no subject
[ Tolerance bleeding out to the glut of hatred... with his gift of a silver tongue and an over-aware heart, he hadn't expected that outcome. It clashes with the unease storming in the pit of his stomach, the bitter stench in the back of his throat that resists being swallowed down. He really made something of this one, didn't he?
That's a future he'll let unfurl at a different time. Even being nearly rocked off his feet, Kizuna smiles thinly, aware of the sweat on his temples for the first time.
He's definitely going to be sick. Without the severance necessary to unmuddle his emotions, he steps out into the light of a floor that isn't, can't be his, following along Getou's path with the long strides of a man possessed.
Look out! ]