▶ ORIGINAL TEST DRIVE 2 POST IS LOCATED HERE ▶ ALL NEW TOP LEVELS SHOULD NOW BE POSTED ON TAKE 2
▶ ALL CARRIED OVER OLD TOP LEVELS SHOULD BE LINKED, NOT COPY AND PASTED
【 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. 💕
hello modlies, i'm here in a completely different questions section—
it looks like, in this thread, sasuke and tomura may be escalating into major elevator damage territory, and if interfered with, tomura may try to decay the floor of the elevator to escape security. i'm sorry.
is this something you'd be on board with allowing? i've spoken with the other player as well and it seems we would both be up for playing any larger consequences, as long as it doesn't break timeline continuity (so i suppose it could be consequences in the future too). we'd also be happy to adjust the timing of the destruction so that they're the last people on a specific elevator before the event ends. if that causes too many problems for you though, i'm sure we could work out an alternate ending between us!
sorry for bringing this up so late, we did not plan for the thread to go this way lol
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[ said partner just so happens to be a young, petite woman, positively swallowed up in the large wedding gown she'd been outfitted in upon arriving; it's a far cry from the more lavish gowns she's used to from her life in the eldyme empire, so she doesn't feel all that awkward for it. besides, given the current theme of the resort, it's not like she's the only one so dolled up. exactly how she and ragna became partnered up is purely by happenstance; upon entering the casino area, guests were quickly pairing up (as seems to be the routine of this place) to play games. having arrived with no one, kayena glanced about rather helplessly until ultimately meeting the eyes of the pale-haired man who also seemed just as reluctant to be there — though kayena was certainly much better at hiding it.
indeed, even now, she's still got on a cheerful smile. ]
Well, it can't be that bad, can it?
[ famous last words, spoken from someone who should really know better by now, but still she steps up with a little bounce to her step and pulls at the lever with far more familiarity than someone claiming to be from a far less advanced time. she watches as the slot delivers their fate:
HOLD HANDS + SOMEONE BLUE + ON THE ALTAR
she looks back to her "partner." ]
...You wouldn't happen to be wearing something blue underneath all that, would you?
Y-you technically don't have to add guniang to it.
[ She wasn't exactly a maiden, and wasn't always female. Though the real reason is probably more related to it feeling like a sweet addition more than charming or polite. Do it too much and she might start blushing. Which, that might be more effective than having to have sex in public would get her to blush. ]
I would hope that we'd find each other that way. Otherwise agreeing before would be a little awkward.
[ A well meaning joke as she took his hand, getting closer, but pulling it over to invite his fingers to the very top of the top. Despite the things that were going to be done, some seemed to find this kind of level (and hand holding) to be more flustering. ]
Would you like to do it this way, or prefer we handle our own clothes.
[He'll find she doesn't reciprocate immediately. Not because she hates the idea of kissing him (far from it) but because she hadn't expected as much. While he accepted her as a worthy Master and she recognizes that she sparks some nostalgia in him... she thought things were more complicated than that. She had thought perhaps he hated mages (which would include herself) more viscerally than that. Because, in the end, Rin is just another mage. Tossing aside the idea of humanity and warping herself to fit a mage's pragmatic ideals and lifestyle. Why would he ever want to take someone like that, someone who was just like all those who used him and threw him away, so passionately?
No. Tohsaka stops her thoughts there. While she's flooded with questions and hypothetical answers, she doesn't want to acknowledge any of them. Because some of them involve addressing and confronting feelings, connections, and the possibility of losing them. It's when Rin finally bottles all that up and tosses it away that she finally kisses back. Tilting her head to better accept his advance while her hands lift up and card through his hair.
It's fine. She doesn't need to think about his reasons. She can blame it on the atmosphere, the cloying smell of the burning candles, the wedding themes. It's fine, because she'll find a way to compartmentalize this and pretend like this encounter is the same as every other one she's had.]
[ Loud? No one's loud here! She's just rightfully showing respect for the most wonderful time of year! One of her hands rudely waves him off. ]
Yeah, yeah, see you soon!
[ Thankfully, her excitement is taken down a notch when she gets to see just how much all that eagerness has cost her. Seriously, it's just coffee and sugar! But, as it's for a date, she'll set aside such trifling matters as making sure she can eat in the future. No price can be placed on ensuring a good date!
Once their drinks are ready, she grabs them both and turns to search for Soundwave. She starts making her way over once she spots him, but halfway there, she pauses and frowns a little. Well, if that isn't a familiar sight. She almost feels like she's staring at herself from outside her own body. How many times had she found herself sitting at her desk, gazing outside at a world that didn't truly exist? What was there to hope for when you were so inescapably alone?
Monika secures her happy face back into place, then continues on. When she's a few feet away, she clears her throat politely, just to signal him to her presence. The inelegant stomping from failing to walk properly in heels probably did that first, but still. ]
Here you go~ I even got the special edition Cupid's Arrow cake pops to go with them!
[ She's easy to upsell. Go figure. Everything's set down on the table, then after some fumbling, she manages to stuff herself and her dress into the opposite chair. It's tempting to immediately begin gulping down her sugary abomination, but she'd rather make sure he's okay first. ]
Sorry, though. I hope I didn't interrupt your deep thoughts! You, um... [ Okay, she can't resist swiping a finger through some of the whipped cream and sneaking a quick taste. ] You seem like you have a lot on your mind in general. I bet once you have some coffee, you'll feel a lot better!
[ She lifts her cup, hoping to encourage him. Come on! Be happy! Don't remind her of painful things! ]
[So-- this is happening. And maybe Yu is just as surprised as she is, but the fact is, now that they've started, he doesn't want to stop. It's not as though he never thought about it before, never wanted to. It's just that the question of what kind of girl do you like? was always a difficult one to answer honestly, for many reasons, and maybe he ended up overthinking it, just a bit.
No time like the present to stop doing that.
There is something so very, deeply her about the way she puts her arms around his shoulders, and his hands slide around her waist in kind. If he was listening to the painting --he's not, he doesn't have attention for anything but her, right now-- he would hear an approvingly dopey sigh and a curious silence as they debate whether to start the elevator again. For now, he's absorbed in the moment, the press of his lips against hers, the smell of her perfume.]
[hmm? Nova blinks, glancing down at the sleeves of the suit. oh, they are a little short, now that he's looking. two ideas cross through his mind here, about what he should say in response.
"You still look good," he considers saying outright, but then decides against it. that's too blatant! he wonders if another comment might work better. work better? for what? he doesn't know this guy, not even his name. but when has that ever stopped Nova from flirting?
it probably won't go anywhere, anyway, but it's fine to show a little interest. after all, this young man had complimented him, first!]
It is! I wasn't even paying attention to the sleeves.
[ Navia's original toplevel is right over here. Feel free to hop in with a new character or continue existing threads. You can find me at mochihearts or PM for my discord if you want to plot anything! ]
Haha, no. No. I'm fine. Don't worry about me, Miss. [ HE'S the large bumbling bull in a china shop, if the bull were tall and gangly and kind of an idiot. He glances towards the slot machine that Navia had just tugged the arm of, and blinks a little at what is displayed on the screen.
He takes a moment to dust himself off, and even reaches out to lightly pat her shoulder, before he points with a scarred flesh-and-bone hand. ]
[ In a bit of good fortune, Joon wakes up first. Who the hell is that? What the hell is she wearing?
As quietly as she can, she extracts herself from the bed, stops to grab a bottle of champagne, then drains a third of it as she makes her way around to the other side. Then, the lucky spouse-to-be is awoken by a short girl in white lingerie splashing champagne in their face. ]
Wake up! Who the hell are you? Where are my clothes?!
- Sweet Surrender -
[ Okay, basics secured. The kidnapping angle is a little worrisome, but more important than that: There's a whole world of new rubes waiting to be swindled. Let's test the waters!
There's a small riot breaking out over those foreign sweets already. Perfect territory. Now, she just needs a victim... how about you? ]
Yoo-hoo! Could you do me a favor?
[ Joon puts on her cutest face, and cranks her ability up to full power. If affected, her victim will be captured by a sudden urge to recklessly spend money on her. Or, if not her, to spend money in general. Of course, depending on the player's preferences, the ability might not work at all. ]
I saw some awfully nice sweets over there, but I have no money, and with my frail constitution, if I were to wade into the fray, I'd surely perish... could I presume to ask you to get me a box or two?
- Elevator of Love -
[ It's the teasing trio that hijack Joon's elevator. Normally she'd be more indignant, but she's never used an elevator before - she only took this route because the alternative would have been admitting that she didn't know how it works. All things considered, she's feeling pretty rattled. ]
Wh... Why did it stop? Are we there? Hello?!
[ "Aw, look at these two cuties! Maybe if they show us a little love, maybe a bit of flirting, maybe the elevator will start working again!" And so on. Joon glares daggers at the portraits, then shrugs, and turns to her temporary partner. ]
Well, if they insist! By all means, I give you permission to shower me with affection.
- Everything's Gucci -
[ Judging by how hard she's brawling in the gothic lolita department, Joon was lying about her frail constitution. This isn't her normal style, but it looks fancy and expensive, and that means she wants it. Paying for it... well, she can figure that out later. ]
What are you-- hey! Don't put your hands on me, you background character! You'll get your poor people stink all over-- HEY!
[ And with that, Joon is shoved into a cramped dressing room with a total stranger, who probably heard that whole outburst. ]
This is absurd! One of us should complain to the manager.
...But, if they aren't gonna let me have this without trying it on, I'd better try it on. Turn around.
[This isn't the first time Arianna has been abruptly woken up by an "attack" of sorts, and she snaps back to full consciousness quickly... to her confusion, because it is the first time this has happened to her in bed and she doesn't remember being here before, and it's also the first time a girl in... underwear? has been involved. She sits up and stares at her in confusion, responding after she's had a few seconds to process what she's looking at and what she's been asked.]
...my name is Arianna, and I know not where your clothes are. Might I ask who you are, as well?
[She's wearing matching lingerie, incidentally, but she hasn't thought to look down at herself yet.]
((OOC: Charlie is somewhere in her 20s, give or take a couple hundred years. She's also the daughter of Lucifer and Lilith and the Princess of Hell and her canon point is the end of the season, so let me know if you're okay w/spoilers! She's also bisexual, though she does have a girlfriend in her canon. It's also important to note that Charlie is a good 6'5''))
A. Arrival- Evens
[A big bed in a big room with someone else by her side isn't actually anything new. It's been a long, long day at the Hotel and she's not surprised she's slept so soundly! But when she wakes up and takes in the decor... Hm.
Hm.]
Vaggie...? [she reaches behind her to shake the shoulder of whoever is with her] What happened? Vaggie, wake up. [She doesn't feel in danger, but she also doesn't know that the person beside her isn't Vaggie (probably).]
B. Judgemental John
[Charlie listens to John with wide eyes, looking momentarily baffled, then slightly insulted, before she clears her throat with a smile]
Iiii think there's been a mistake here. I'm not a Sinner. I'm a natural Hellborn, so none of things really apply to me--
Silence! Confess your Crimes!
Oh, wow, rude. Uh... [She looks at whoever's stuck with her with an apologetic smile] Sorry about this. Maybe we should look into alternative ways to get out of here?
C. Wedding Slots -- Easy
Confess a secret to someone new...at the altar. [Charlie flinches at that. It's not like she can't go into Heavenly/Sacred or anything, but it feels, uhh... wrong?
She wanders over to it anyhow, knowing she just has to confess a secret and move on, but Charlie isn't entirely sure what would count as a secret anyhow. There's a lot of humans here, so maybe a secret is just...her position? It's not a secret to her, or to anyone else from her world, but it's probably a secret to anyone else.
So she clears her throat and taps on the shoulder of someone already in/near the altar area and gives a friendly, albeit nervous, smile and a wave]
Hello! My name's Charlie, sorry to interrupt you, buuuttt, would it be okay if we went in there? I did one of those slot things, you see, and I have to tell someone a secret, so... Please?
[After some time since arriving here, Yusuke had managed to acquire a decent sketch block and a few pencils. Bringing a smidge of normalcy in this chaotic hotel (that is giving him constant headaches) is something he craves.
So, he's sitting in one of the pews by the altar area, sketching people and surroundings- mostly bouquets of flowers, as the people don't seem to have genuine love whilst 'tying the knot'. It doesn't need much to see that these people are jumping the gun for the fun of it, and that doesn't sit well with Yusuke.
He does look up from his sketchbook when she approaches him.]
Oh, no, please sit. I am not interested in that, [he nods at the altar.] So you are not interrupting anything.
A secret? Are you sure I'm the right person for it? [He'd never tell a soul about it, but surely this woman has someone closer to share secrets with.]
[OOC: Adding this note at the very top due to the nature of her canon, but Shequraso's background makes it difficult to completely gloss over these topics and they may come up during threads: prostitution, murder, misogyny, discrimination, assault, sexual assault and violence, underage sex, violence against women. I will avoid mentions as much as possible though. To avoid discomfort, I'm opting to just keep a toplevel here instead of tagging around. Please keep this in mind if tagging her. Thank you!]
[???? She's not able to focus much on what she's saying when she's getting a dress on her, and also in an attempt to focus on actually getting the thing on. She's skinny enough, at least, for the flowing skirt to slide down easily, but she struggles a little around her chest. Give her a minute, then she'll speak again.]
Ooh! A little tight there.
[This is why she liked her other clothes. It was hard when the shirts are too tight for her, but on the other hand, it accentuates her curves very well when she spots herself on the mirror.]
Hmmm... It looks really daring. I'm not sure it fits me well.
Now, what were you saying about um... [What did she say?] A bay...sic? Not that didn't sound right. Um... Bay sisters! Yes, what about the bay sisters?
[Can he honestly say he expected Gojo to listen to him, just like that? Not really. Color him inconvenienced, but not surprised. Arguing with him about it would be a waste of time, so he doesn't.
As for the question, he's not even going to dignify it with a response. The thing is, Nanami hasn't considered whether having sex with Gojo would be terrible or not because he hasn't gotten as far as considering the possibility at all, for several reasons. The first reason being that, by now, he has a tendency to tune out or dismiss automatically any ridiculous, non-essential bullshit that comes out of Gojo's mouth. It saves him time and energy. The second reason, tying into the first, is that he doesn't believe there's anything to consider. It's obviously not a real question. So if he were to treat it like it was and put any amount of thought into an answer, he's certain Gojo would tease him about it forever. Then, of course, there's the fact that this Gojo is so much younger than he's used to.
He expels a quiet sigh through his nose.]
Fine, we'll both wait here.
[Taking up a position on the opposite side of the elevator once more, he sinks into a crouch with his back leaning against the wall for support. Without any way to alert the staff for immediate assistance, it could be a while before anyone notices that this particular elevator isn't moving and checks out the problem. Or maybe Gojo will eventually get bored and decide to find a way out after all. While Nanami doesn't relish the prospect of spending an undetermined amount of hours in here, he knows from experience working a desk job that he can spend all day sitting in one place. It's a battle of patience and wills. Someone or something else will give before he does.]
You might as well fill me in— [The painting makes a crude suggestion about how he should be the one filling "the pretty one" in and Nanami raises his voice to talk over it.] —on anything you've learned about how this place operates. How long have you been here?
[ The bedding he wakes to is impossibly soft, almost like sleeping on a cloud. It discomfits him, this... comfort. He feels as if he was truly deeply asleep, which is a rare occurrence for him. Usually he'll be ready to wake at any moment, but now he hears someone else being out and about in the room. ]
Makie?
[ But as he sits up and looks around, he finds himself in an unfamiliar place, looking like something he's seen in Western paintings, on the rare occasion that he had the chance to glimpse some, and incredibly lavish. He notices now that he dressed in a kamishimo -- as a matter of fact, the exact same one he wore on his wedding day. Then there is a strange buzzing on his wrist, calling to his attention and object bound to it, which he raises only to find a message.
It's enough to get a reaction from him. His eyes widen in shock -- married? Without even remembering it? ]
What... ?
[ He looks around and -- yes, there is a young woman sharing these quarters with him, helping herself to some food. Curious and upset at once, he throws back the comforter and gets up, walking over to join her. Surely, she must have some answers.
But then she turns around and speaks, and... ah. Apparently, that was too much to hope for. ]
Good morning. It seems we found ourselves in a... peculiar situation.
[ Despite his internal state, his voice is calm and measured. No reason to yell at this woman if she knows as little as he does. ]
[ though, overall, he seems to be good-natured. friendly. it could be an act. it could always be something. can you trust me? is such a loaded question that the geniality at which he asks will throw her for a loop. but given their current situation, she may be forced to shove her suspicions down and get on with it.
doesn't lessen her hesitation, however. she gives him a look that feels more like she's trying to anatomize beyond the rim of his orange glasses, with startling green darting from one eye to the other. does she find something? not really. his eyes are nice to look at though. and, ultimately, she decides there's nothing to be too worried about ( she doesn't want to be stuck here any longer than she needs ), and slowly places her hand in his. ]
[ Joon does not like this buddy system changing situation. It's hard to be appropriately stylish and mean when you're crammed in a locker with someone quite a bit taller than you.
Once they're out, Joon (dressed in a cute, poofy idol getup) actually gives Fang a look. Good lord, that's such a scandalous look that she can't help going a bit red. ]
W-Well, it's certainly a daring outfit... is that what fashionable people are wearing these days? I feel like I'm falling behind the times...
[Chishiya tilts his head a little as he listens to the painting throwing a tantrum at their sudden exit, the corner of his mouth curling upward in amusement. He can't help it. It's funny. But he recognizes that Sizhui has a point. If the painting can control the elevators then staying here in the shaft could get dangerous if Judgemental John decides he wants revenge for getting blue balled.
He glances up toward the doors above them and sighs before turning to look at Sizhui.]
Are the vines an option again?
[It should feel absurd to ask something like that as though it's no big deal, but is it really any stranger than getting coerced into exhibitionism by a perverted painting? No, and it's also a hell of a lot more useful.
But Chishiya is very aware that he's out of his depth when it comes to anything that looks like magic, and he wants to understand what their options are now.]
( there's a slight startle when elphelt interrupts her ceiling gazing, her eyes drifting off the way the other's lock dangle so neatly around her cute chubby face. the pick-up line was terrible and downright cheesy, but it had jinx's lips twitch into a smirk anyway. )
Did usin' that line ever worked on anyone for ya?
( while the tone is trenchant, there is curiousness written all over her face -- because she can see a girl like elphelt going on several dates with various people, if not had relationship experiences. unlike jinx, who had none. )
[ Xue Yang can't quite contain his amusement at that, but his snort is distorted by the object in his mouth enough that maybe it doesn't sound like he's just laughed at Xiao Xingchen. This is the sort of flustered reaction he was going for: Xiao Xingchen, the great cultivator, always so ethereal and collected, now starting to flush and losing his composure. It has the same sort of appeal as seeing him laugh. That reminder that no matter how heavenly even the best cultivators may seem, in the end, they're still as human as Xue Yang is. That those ones who pretend they're above all emotions are just faking it to make themselves feel superior.
He considers simply continuing as he is, but the opening Xiao Xingchen leaves him is too tempting. Xue Yang can't help but want to throw him off-balance even more.
With a loud slurp, he slides the long treat back out of his mouth. ]
Hm? You wanted to train someone in private?
[ Sure, Xiao Xingchen was walking around not knowing what he was carrying, but Xue Yang can pretend otherwise to keep teasing him. ]
Well, if you find a willing enough partner, then it doesn't have to end there.
[Arms folded over his chest and head tilted to the side with a playful grin. Slots really was all luck, even in this format. Some might be more happy to get a tame result, but where would the fun be when one chose this version of the slots?]
It sounds like Lady Luck isn't smiling graciously at you today though. Perhaps you shouldn't gamble too much today.
01. YOU'RE HOT, CHOCOLATE [ Among the skills that Vi has had to learn on the street? Compartmentalizing.
She doesn't want to be here. That's just the kind of constant background noise of her mind. Piltover and the undercity are in a state of chaos, Powder is still on the run, Silco is still in danger of making trouble, the council isn't going to get anything done - but she can't worry about any of that at the moment, can she? She can't worry about what's going on outside the walls, because otherwise it's going to eat the inside of her mind with greedy, crumb-mouthed bites. She learned that, years ago, surrounded by concrete and iron and echoing, monstrous voices.
At least this is a prettier prison, full of prettier people. The thought of not being able to leave makes her skin itch and her bones feel tight, but she can live with it. So she tells herself, anyway.
So she stalks around, wanders, tries to get the lay of the land, and maybe it's inevitable she ends up there. A sweets shop, all baked goods and creamy treats and chocolate, and called Great Tit? Yeah, it feels like more than a bit targeted at her, and she stares at the cupcakes in the window with a slight dry displeasure before deciding that she isn't going to deny herself anything. Or let anyone else do it, either.
There's a crowd, thick and urgent and pushing. For something. For what? Eh, Vi isn't really that concerned with the details. It must be good and it must be delicious, and throwing her stamp on this place by taking something that she wants, even if she doesn't fully know what it is, sounds like just the way to get her head straight. The fact that this is terrible logic goes unconsidered. Once a criminal, always a criminal, maybe.
The truffles demand a fight, and they get one. Her fists aren't rusty, that's for damn sure, or her elbows, or her knees. She muscles her way through the crowd without much difficulty, surrounded mostly by the soft and fussy type that look like they belong topside, and very, very topside indeed. Pushes them aside and ends up stumbling out with a box in her hands containing - truffles, she guesses? She doesn't really care, about that or about Alessandro. She cares about a win. Besides, it's to help this game, right? 52? Maybe that's her ticket out, or into a brighter Piltover. Maybe she has to cling to that.
And a game demands playing. She zeroes in on someone quickly enough, bouncing the box in her palm. Someone pretty, and maybe someone that it looks like she can bulldoze over at first glance. This may or may not be a horrible judgement of character. ]
Hey there. Sweet treat for a sweet treat? [ she asks, holding the box somewhat proudly, with a crooked grin on her face. ]
02. GOING DOWN, OBVIOUSLY [ Claustrophobia, Vi thinks, is a strong word. Mostly because she doesn't like thinking that she has fear in her heart, or would ever enjoy admitting to it, because that's not the kind of person she is. Right? Right.
But the simple fact is, one can't spend years, years, trapped in a five-foot-by-five-foot box, no freedom, no escape, without developing a few, shall we say, hang ups about the matter. Vi was already not thrilled with taking an elevator down to the bottom floor, and she was pretty sure to begin with that she should have taken the stairs to begin with, but maybe, just maybe, she saw someone pretty slipping in through the door and decided to take a chance.
She needs to stop leading with her face. Or her heart. Or maybe something a little lower.
Because now the elevator has shuddered to a heart, and she is not thrilled with the matter. Less thrilled, in fact, that the large and ornate painting of two women in the room? Has gone ahead and started talking, and she's worried at first that she's been dosed with something, or - you are your sister's sister, aren't you? - no no, it can't be that - but then the other occupant of the elevator is reacting, too. At least she's not imagining it. Or crazy. ]
"Aren't you two cute? Show us some flirting, give us a treat! We'll let you go after you entertain us a bit.
Not happening, [ Vi snaps, trying to turn away. It, of course, doesn't help. ]
What do we like? Anything cute, anything sweet. It gets so boring in here. Imagine watching everyone do nothing but stand before leaving. Don't we deserve some fun?
[ And all Vi can do is turn her head, look over her should and shoot her companion a look. Should we? ]
03. WILDCARD BITCHES, YEEHAW [ or truly just pick the "go with god" option, I am down. vi is feeling scrappy and more than a little feisty at the moment on account of the kidnapping and the disorientation and the recently breaking up with her maybe romance because feelings are hard (tm).
as far as smut goes, i still need to put up a kink list but the answer to most things is "yes" and her "no" list isn't anything out of the ordinary. she likes topping but pretty girls can and sometimes do make her brain run out of her ears so do with that what you will. men are going to have an uphill battle at this point to get in her pants, and she's going to be, mmmm, shall we say brusque when she does indulge. good luck. ]
[ Oh, she liked that slightly glassy-eyed look on her face alright. The part of her lips, her pupils seeming blown a little wide already. It was inviting, and more than that, it was kind of adorable. There was a strength in this girl, Vi hadn't missed that, a power in her shoulders, and in her thighs, and she knew a fighter when she saw one. But apparently, miss Tifa hadn't been tested quite like this.
No worries. Vi was happy to give her the crash course.
Especially when Vi didn't miss the deliberate rock of her hips one bit. Or the moan that she swallowed, eagerly, into her mouth. Everything about Tifa right now was inviting more, almost begging for it, and Vi was all too happy to give. She was running, crashing into this, she knew that. Maybe trying to distract herself from too many things outside this elevator, and this resort, that she shouldn't be. But she didn't care.
She deserved a little softness. She deserved a little pleasure. And Tifa was warm, and eager, and wasn't trying to fight her, and wasn't trying to restrain her, and wasn't trying to make her into something that she wasn't. Right now, that was all she needed.
So back into that kiss she went. Eagerly, hungrily, guiding Tifa's lips with hers and gently parting them with her tongue. Savoring her deeper, and trying to coax out more of those lovely noises at the same time. A persistent heat was growing in the pit of her stomach, and she moved a hand around Tifa's body to grab her gently but firmly by the ass, coaxing her forward. Encouraging her to grind her hips forward all she wanted. The solid weight of Vi's thigh wasn't going anywhere, not unless she wanted it to.
And right now, that didn't seem to be the case. Right now, it didn't seem like either of them wanted to be anywhere but here. Except, perhaps, somewhere with a comfortable bed. Vi was already thinking about how absolutely divine Tifa was going to look naked, and she had a feeling the other woman wouldn't want to be stripped and splayed out on the floor.
"Fair. It sounds not unlike some areas of Earth civilization, even if it's not quite as explicitly stated." Peter is as optimistic as they come, but he's not blind to how the world actually works. He does want the world to be different, but it's a slow road to make those kinds of changes. Plus, at the moment, he's not there.
Peter nods at the question. "Sometimes, yeah." All of the time, technically, but only on display when he puts on the suit and swings around. "I may not have mentioned it." He doesn't remember either, honestly. He spent a lot of time wandering those stupid hallways. Peter is not particularly familiar with Loki, since Loki had been killed (or 'killed') while Peter was busy helping Iron Man battle Ebony Maw and save Dr. Strange. At most, he knows some of the mythological or folkloric Norse history about Thor and his family. Maybe a story here and there from some of the other Avengers. Not that it would particularly matter - everyone gets their fair shake with Peter.
Peter can step into either role, but one is more mentally taxing for him than the other. For a brief moment, Peter thinks he should be wary of Loki being quite so delighted about the question. But, truthfully, he doesn't really care - he figures it's unlikely the guy can really hurt him. Needless to say, he doesn't resist as he's nudged along heading for one of the tables. In fact, he might almost appear enthusiastic. Almost anticipating what comes next, though trying not to get ahead of himself.
"Yup. Can't say I've taken direction from a gambling machine before. But I don't back down from a bet either, so here we go." He doesn't figure they have to hold hands for very long and this version doesn't even require sex, which is a bonus. (He gets the feeling that non-sex chip-earning is rare.)
Now he's thankful for those couple of dance lessons he'd joined Donna on the year she thought she'd need it for a play she was auditioning for. "Follow my lead and you should be okay." Granted, Harvey hasn't danced with another man, not ballroom, it should work out the same. "Put your other hand on my shoulder and move where I guide you. Don't resist or you'll step on my feet." Here goes nothing, right?
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