【 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. 💕
[Not hurried at all, is he? Rasp rattles out of Matoba's chest like an old bell. His body is still shivering with a series of aftershocks, the cascades of pleasure waves over him, equally calming as they were disturbances to the air around them. Rebounding off of something, too- in Kizuna's eyes, reflecting a dark deep pond, only the surface of which ripples.]
[Matoba's body is all laziness in its satisfaction, and yet despite humid flesh something else has been wound over he course of this encounter and never been let go. A bowstring pulled taut; it still waits, patient, for the right moment.]
Do you think you will not? [It's teasing, playful, warning. The eye on him, an ember burnt down to satisfaction, hardens again.] Do you think this place will let you escape?
[He only waits a moment to let that question sit between them before he leans forward, settling the weight of his position onto Kizuna's shoulders and finally freeing aching shoulders and neck from where they've been jammed, sweaty, into the corner of the confessional for the last several minutes. Matoba rolls his neck and brings a palm up to his nape to crack it slightly; he holds his gaze on Kizuna, thoughtful, and then answers again,]
I have no reason to avoid you, Kagami-san. [His words are matter-of-fact; his voice has the preciseness and calm of a director,] Are you the one who intends to avoid me?
[That phantom string vibrates, knocked with an arrow. Matoba's eye half-lids, his voice drops privately, silky between them.] I think you will find that I can make that very difficult for you.
[ What a terrible thrumming he feels. A thing not undone — freed from the first gambit and its act but not from the clutch of him, Kizuna realizes. He's not surprised, still feeling the downward drag of that dark pool, the gravitas of such attention from beneath its surface. He has to look up, to greet the other threat. Gazing upwards into the sight set on him with the knowledge that it exists, Kizuna smiles, gaze flourishing into brilliance in the dimness of the confessional. Rather than lean away, allowing Matoba the space to take a cleaner aim, Kizuna leans in, all sinew and audacity. ]
Aha, so scary. [ A hoarse laugh blooms in his throat. ] I'd never.
[ He cants his head, the elegant column of his neck exposed as he slides the crest of his cheek against Matoba's thigh. Damp bangs ruffle against skin in something of a nuzzle. ]
[A man who responds to danger by stroking it gently and inviting it closer. Matoba smiles, a thin but pleased thing, as he marvels; either an astounding level of blissful naivety, or the man's incredible lack of self-preservation. Which one?- he thinks he has a guess, their silent tug of war over the last several minutes too heady to let him think Kizuna had missed it. If he were a fool, then it was because he was a fool who stumbled into his misfortunes knowingly and willingly.]
[Ah.... What a familiar sensation.]
[Skin shivers and goosebumps under the gentleness of his damp affections, and Matoba reaches out to tousle fingertips idly in the curl of a dark bang, twisting it sweatslicked over his finger and releasing it again when drawing away.]
You have a taste for punishment, [He repeats again, quieter, affirming. His lips purse with amusement.] For denial.
[Propping his weight on his palms over the bench, his legs slide down off of Kizuna's shoulders, and drop to the floor in front of his knees. Without breaking eye contact with the man, the ball of one foot draws towards the hot centerpoint of his groin, and presses.]
[ Misfortune has a way of showing up whether it's invited or not — Kizuna's relationship with it is one of ebb and flow, which is why he supposes the force of the man above him is so influential already, like a pale slice of moon no less formidable for its dark state. But to be submerged is to feel every caress and bubble and bloom of the currents, an effect that there is no other way to become so intimately familiar with. Being able to swim is no guarantee against drowning, but it does even the odds.
Only outside factors, like hands plunging through the waters, can change the course. Lucky that Kizuna is also privy to intent, smile setting stubbornly into the lay of his expression. He's not ready to show his hand; only the intrusion of Matoba's foot makes a sharp inhale flood his chest, eyes fluttering. He laughs, throaty. ]
Cruel, aren't you?
[ There's a strange fondness in the observation. Reaching out to his side, Kizuna flicks the lock on the inside of the confessional. It clicks without resistance. ]
[Eye narrows into a bloody crescent, pleased, at the shudder he wrenches from the man. Tabi-clad toes stretch and caress a little longer over him before lifting away again, leaving him to drown.]
So many have said of me.
[Well, he offered a hand. If the man wants to tread his own water, let him.]
[Fingertips draw up fabric, properly sitting it over his bite-marked shoulders and crossing across his chest. An elegant sweep to stand in the space of the confessional, and Matoba turns outward towards its door, drawing himself tightly closed in the fold of his kimono, tying closed the juban and the outer over it, and threading the obi about his waist to knot it closed.]
[A flick of haori as he cracks open the door; golden light and sounds of the resort flood back into the confessional and consume what little of the quiet Kizuna was left to, and Matoba steps out into his sandals.]
I will feed your appetite, [He promises, a small smile back into their private space now emptied,] another time.
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[Matoba's body is all laziness in its satisfaction, and yet despite humid flesh something else has been wound over he course of this encounter and never been let go. A bowstring pulled taut; it still waits, patient, for the right moment.]
Do you think you will not? [It's teasing, playful, warning. The eye on him, an ember burnt down to satisfaction, hardens again.] Do you think this place will let you escape?
[He only waits a moment to let that question sit between them before he leans forward, settling the weight of his position onto Kizuna's shoulders and finally freeing aching shoulders and neck from where they've been jammed, sweaty, into the corner of the confessional for the last several minutes. Matoba rolls his neck and brings a palm up to his nape to crack it slightly; he holds his gaze on Kizuna, thoughtful, and then answers again,]
I have no reason to avoid you, Kagami-san. [His words are matter-of-fact; his voice has the preciseness and calm of a director,] Are you the one who intends to avoid me?
[That phantom string vibrates, knocked with an arrow. Matoba's eye half-lids, his voice drops privately, silky between them.] I think you will find that I can make that very difficult for you.
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Aha, so scary. [ A hoarse laugh blooms in his throat. ] I'd never.
[ He cants his head, the elegant column of his neck exposed as he slides the crest of his cheek against Matoba's thigh. Damp bangs ruffle against skin in something of a nuzzle. ]
I had fun.
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[Ah.... What a familiar sensation.]
[Skin shivers and goosebumps under the gentleness of his damp affections, and Matoba reaches out to tousle fingertips idly in the curl of a dark bang, twisting it sweatslicked over his finger and releasing it again when drawing away.]
You have a taste for punishment, [He repeats again, quieter, affirming. His lips purse with amusement.] For denial.
[Propping his weight on his palms over the bench, his legs slide down off of Kizuna's shoulders, and drop to the floor in front of his knees. Without breaking eye contact with the man, the ball of one foot draws towards the hot centerpoint of his groin, and presses.]
Suit yourself.
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Only outside factors, like hands plunging through the waters, can change the course. Lucky that Kizuna is also privy to intent, smile setting stubbornly into the lay of his expression. He's not ready to show his hand; only the intrusion of Matoba's foot makes a sharp inhale flood his chest, eyes fluttering. He laughs, throaty. ]
Cruel, aren't you?
[ There's a strange fondness in the observation. Reaching out to his side, Kizuna flicks the lock on the inside of the confessional. It clicks without resistance. ]
As for me, maybe so.
[ But that's for a second date. ]
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So many have said of me.
[Well, he offered a hand. If the man wants to tread his own water, let him.]
[Fingertips draw up fabric, properly sitting it over his bite-marked shoulders and crossing across his chest. An elegant sweep to stand in the space of the confessional, and Matoba turns outward towards its door, drawing himself tightly closed in the fold of his kimono, tying closed the juban and the outer over it, and threading the obi about his waist to knot it closed.]
[A flick of haori as he cracks open the door; golden light and sounds of the resort flood back into the confessional and consume what little of the quiet Kizuna was left to, and Matoba steps out into his sandals.]
I will feed your appetite, [He promises, a small smile back into their private space now emptied,] another time.
[He whisks away into the crowd.]