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【 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. 💕
Arrival - Odds Mu Qingfang wasn't even sure how long he'd been wandering in the maze of hallways he'd wandered into while trying to get a layout of the hotel. Backtracking had done no good. It was almost like being trapped in one of Hua Huan Palace's maze arrays, and he was thankful for his ability to practice inedia since he hadn't found food or drink.
The water he splashed into when a trap door opened beneath him did not count as drink.
Summoning a glowing ball of qi, he studied the water. Something was in there.
Octopi - Mature While the first of the creatures he'd seen in the water had been small, it hadn't lingered long before what could only be an older, mature version. And from the way more than one had tried to grab onto him, a more dangerous version.
One had already managed to grab onto his wrist before he'd broken free, but the healer was all too familiar with the affects of an aphrodisiac, and had to fight hard to ignore the growing burn of arousal as he pulled himself onto a ledge, knocking back yet another tentacle with a burst of qi.
Welcome - Elevators: Hard-Up Maiden After the maze and the monster infested waters, it was actually a relief to get back into the main hotel. Especially after a hot bath. Next on his list would be a hot meal, or checking on his shixiong since he hadn't seen them since before getting lost in the tunnels. And while he still wasn't quite sure what he thought of this elevator magic, it was faster than the stairs.
Usually. Just like how usually, portraits didn't talk. Or make demands. The maiden in the portrait didn't seem to have learned that lesson.
The fact that he was still dealing with the lingering effects of the octopi made the prospect more inviting as he glanced over at the other person trapped in the elevator with him, lids lowered. "Might I trouble you?"
Casino Chapel: Wedding Slots Easy He had to watch a few other guests play the machines a few times before he figured it out. It didn't seem to be all that different from a dice game, just carried out through this 'slot machine' and the watches instead of dice and paper.
"Everything looks fairly harmless, don't you think?"
Wedding Slots: Difficult Maybe it was the atmosphere, maybe the company, that drew the healer over to the other set of machines after a few rounds of the first.
The combinations going out made him pause, but didn't stop him from approaching. The idea of the payment was appealing, and honestly the 'tasks' weren't exactly unappealing. When it was his turn, he didn't hesitate to pull the arm, or to make eye contact as he did.
[ What's a young professional workaholic to do when she's cut off from her job, with no smartphone? It throws Topaz off more than she'd like to admit. If it were a day off in her home world, she'd cuddle her animals all day, but instead, it's just unfamiliar people everywhere. At least alcohol is a familiar luxury. While she's sociable, she wouldn't consider herself extroverted. She's content with people watching, and hopes the combination of that and her drink will soothe her overactive mind.
After helping herself to a flute of champagne, she tucks into one of the chaises, drawing her legs up. In between sips, she studies her glass, watching the chains of bubbles rise to the top. A sigh escapes as thoughts of the work she can't do comes to the forefront unbidden. ]
I know they say rest is productive, but sometimes, it doesn't feel that way.
♥ II. Alice and the Parrots - Sweater Weather
[ She can't stay still all day. At least getting a lay of the land is productive. Inevitably, the siren song of Capitalism calls, and she finds herself at The Nest. The flyers for Alice and the Parrot's new line are intriguing enough to do some in-person market research.
Topaz doesn't spend much time out of uniform, even for sleeping. All the ribbons and lace seem foreign, but sweaters are identifiable. Even the fact it's backless and partially sideless is perfectly fine, in her opinion. From the drape of the knit and the soft luster of the yarn, she can tell it's top quality. When her fingers brush against the swirled cabling, she swoons a little. Her expression brightens as she give the sweater a more enthusiastic squish with both hands. ]
Ahh, it's so soft and cozy! I wonder what would look good underneath it.
♥ III. Wildcard
[ If you'd rather do a different prompt, go for it! I'd rather not do the more violent prompts for now, thanks. Feel free to PM to work out details! ]
[Original top level here! Welcoming new tag ins. PM journal or megardevoir if you'd like to plot. Her original TL has some important notes at the top, so please read those first! She's here for gen, UST, and light stuff, but no sex until (and if) she gets in the game for reals.]
[Waking up with a start is not how Caitlyn usually starts off her day. But the past months, weeks, day even, have left an impact on her that it's hard to push down, away, swallow, and ignore. A whine as she clutches her head, then she slowly forces her eyes to open and look around the room.
For a moment, she thought she was back home. But she knows that wasn't the last place she was at. No, it was... Vi was... she groaned again and rubbed her temples, not noticing the lace she was wearing, a long tulle gown, and pretty silky stockings. Almost in a daze and not even noticing if there's anyone else in the room, she stumbles over to the table where she sees a pile of boxes, neatly wrapped, a breakfast of some such and even some rings.]
What in blazes is this...? [She grabs one of the boxes and quite inelegantly rips it open to find a pair of leather gloves and a whip.] ...it's too early for jokes.
2. Teasing Trio
"Aren't you two cute? Show us some flirting, give us a treat!"
[The elation of managing to find fine clothes (dress pants and shirt with pretty blue coat) has been shattered to pieces when the painting across of Caitly in the elevator spoke up. Frozen like a deer in headlights, she looks at the person riding the elevator with her and then grabs onto the rail when the movement of the elevator jerks to a stop.]
No, please, I'd rather- no- I need to leave-! [Her attempts to out-yell the painting are not very successful as the trio kept raising their voice to overpower Caitlyn at any turn. If they are trying to set the cutesy mood for Caitlyn and the company, it's not going very well.]
3. The Net: Compulsion
[Honestly, when she saw uniforms in the store, she didn't think much of it other than "I need some decent clothes to move around in", and that's precisely why she went inside. If there are uniforms for nurses and firefighters, there needs to be some for the cops, and detectives, right?
Her eagerness for it had mixed in with the lure of the costume way too easily and way too strongly, that as soon as she laid hands on the the outfit, she had to put it on. It was very tight, the corset, the leather pants, the tall boots. As if it was made to show off every single curve on her. It's left her flushed and a bit out of breath, but also with an odd, unnatural, happy glow.]
Ahh, much better.
4. Slots
No, I don't gamble.
[She steps aside to make some space for someone who approaches the slot machines. Honestly, she's there only to check it out and not play the game. She feels as if she'd be obligated to do said "dares" if she pulled the lever. Yes, it seems fun, but Caitlyn isn't a fun person.
...
Then again, everyone's been playing and leaving with teasing giggles, so it shouldn't be that bad, right? Tentatively, she walks up and pulls the lever:
1. DANCE WITH SOMEONE HOT IN THE BRIDAL SUITE 2. LICK THIGHS IN THE COAT CLOSET
With an embarrassed mumble, Caitly stumbles away from the slots with pieces of paper in hand, muttering-] Why did I do this...?
[ Original toplevel here. Just happy to hang around and tag as much as people desire lol. Brief about + TDM perm/info here, generally tend to err on sfw but open to whatever. ]
[ how many of these beasts has he cut down before? the only difference is a lack of the proper tools for their execution. no fire, no sword, but oddly, a heaving wealth of unsated hunger. it's a rare treat for iori's body too, if you were to look at it one way, but iori himself's been busy looking at the haul he's accomplished. or, well, the better half of it? it isn't his preference, per se, but he isn't above some improvised shadowplay of his own if it ends this endless ache those endless halls imposed on his stomach for the last...?
──wait, actually, how long has it been? with only those clothes he had on his back at the time, he had tried, really tried, counting his steps by the equally winding designs spiraling without ends or beginnings upon the walls, the first of what felt like a good hour, maybe. by the time he had reached the seventies, or maybe eighties, he was too deliriously drawn forth to the immeasurable void dividing him from the rationality of any expected exit that should have been there for him, if not just for common sense's sake, to bother keeping up with it, but still. was it that long? or was it just a minute ago? seconds──?
iori dismisses his straying consideration without much thought, to that or his willful disinterest, finally sitting down with the bit of an impromptu "meal" he managed to scrape together for himself, settling there in a manner that is oddly, comfortably, familiar, despite the circumstances. it's not anything he imagines he'll be repeating too often here, of course, but when you carve down a massive monster like this by only one well-placed stone worth its weight, it's not like there's a whole lot to go back to anyway. did help to make the rest back off, if nothing else.
or, he at least thinks that's the case, up until there's that odd sound of a step misplaced in the waters nearby that forces him to stand, just barely catching himself in the unintentional stumble when he achieves what resembles a more defensive stance on a good day for iori. ]
───! ...... [ then again, it doesn't help that he keeps forgetting there's just... air there, whenever he attempts to mimic a firm grip near the empty space at his hip.
objectively and presently, he's unarmed. realistically, however, they don't know that, especially when he angles himself just enough towards the nearby wall to better support the power of that suggestion. hopefully. ] ... Who's there? If you don't wish to meet the end of my blade... Reveal yourself to me. Now.
[ and pay no mind to the tiny little heart bruising his already "bruised" left hand, considering he's not noticed the former either, somehow. ]
ii. welcome - elevators. ( john & the trio )
Wha───? Punished? [ the implication he's done anything to be thought deserving of it is... news to him.
sure, he's done some things for his own benefit, and who hasn't? let alone when it's doubled as beneficial to keeping the peace and the greater public unaware of concerns better left for people like him to concern themselves with. that, and it's nothing that notable or worth a report to any particular constable or similar sorts that he's grown personally familiar with over the years. so obviously, iori is nothing like the criminals categorically considered his peers by edo's population, let alone comparable to the beasts and monsters roaming around as of late. ... right?
still, iori doesn't question it further save for a deflected glance to the one next to him, caught between wondering just who he's gotten stuck in here with, or if they're potentially just as confused as he is.
──not like he could tell, nor is that the most pressing issue, while they're on the subject. and to the contrary, the focus of his eyes flicks back, thinking of something he really doesn't want to think about as the former shape to annoyance and accusation. as long as it's no curse like that again, but... ] ... Wait. Before that... Do tell, by what authority were you allowed to enact this "punishment"? And shouldn't you be who we name as the degenerate that has "trampled upon virtue", resorting to force just to keep us here like this?
[ asking the real questions! ]
or!
......... [ a sound like a long hard day's work frees itself from its former festering in iori's lungs, the steamed chords in his throat tightened dry before he's even opened his mouth. a "treat". no, worse, "flirting"?? every single word they come up with makes his heart flip in time with his stomach, but he's far from ever been some fan of either organ, honestly.
( do organs have fans? probably. iori mainly prefers his skin where it is, if nothing else. )
the choir of three coo and beckon over one of those foreign tunes he still can't place as of his yet short while of being present here── largely without really wanting to, either, what with how repetitive it is while somehow remaining uncannily the fine fit for this likewise foreign composition they call an "elevator"── and iori is hard-pressed to even begin dragging his eyes from his chosen side of said cozy little compartment they've been caged in. were he more sociable than scandalized, he might chide that their "boring" is his preferred and that he cannot even remotely sympathize with their proclaimed plight. the most he had ever done before this world steered him in its direction was a hug, after all, a friendly hug and no more. even just the sound of "cute" viscerally reminds him of his foster parent introducing him to the term, that very same pronunciation and everything. no, worse, it's like that "adorable" comment she made about the both of them before, because it is exactly the same as that, exactly──
great. he can feel himself just about to chance them a glance. but if kaya ever knew about this... ] ───No, uh... That's... Um, I... I'm not really...... [ at least, he doesn't doubt she would be eager to agree with the three of them, certainly, where he could potentially avoid the subject, if he played his cards right, if not managed to obtain some positive, less imposing result. but also, that's only if he tried and thought of it that way, some manner of confidence and clarity above this inherent inclination towards embarrassment that's caught his tongue in a similar trap of lock and key. and unlike those other times, it's not really one he's even all that sure he could avoid so well in this particular case, either. ugh. ]
for both:
[ at the same time, he seems oddly accepting of the talking paintings, more baffled by their requests and input than the fact that they're capable of asking, if not demanding, anything from either one of them at all, as well as generally less comfortable in the elevator itself than he is about their apparent third party ride-along. ]
iii. pop up - the phoenix chapel. ( bridal suite )
⚠️THIS PROMPT CONTAINS HEAVY IMPLICATIONS OF MAJOR FATE/SAMURAI REMNANT SPOILERS. (Tap to reveal!)
[ there's been no comfortable place to lay his head down in a while. if anything, it's instead been a lot of meager scraps and quick naps where he can get them, and while it's not as if iori's been made to deal with that, it's the hand he's dealt himself,because of himself and what a certain era that claimed him had burdened him with, these struggles to deal with this whole new world and all its vast workings some ages far ahead in a future he wouldn't see without the demanding "invitation". if he didn't already know his first was exceptionally ill-fitted and wrong, he might find it hard to name this one, his second, as remotely near right for him, either.
so, naturally, when iori finds the empty room and bed, devoid of any single other figure but his own as he sits at its edge, something in him feels tempted to lay back and forget it all, if sleep will have him, if the void will come for him a second time as well. ] .........
[ or... that was the plan, up until it finally clicked for him: there is nothing on his person. or, sure, there's the clothes and the like, but those all belong here, not him. he doesn't, inside or out, and he knows it, he knows very well.
so why, then?
──why was he allowed to keep these markings if they serve him no purpose now? is there a purpose, if the ritual cannot be completed? iori can't help but wonder, hands folded, then crumpling, thumb brushing the red that's been staining the right with its mark, one that only those who know of it may fully grasp or prefer to see torn clean off of him, if he didn't surpass them first.
he isn't tired, he's just──
wide awake, alarmingly, when the door creaks and provokes him to his feet while trickling light spills in to warn of an incoming wave, iori already walking forward as if to meet it and greet the new face with a smile on his the moment they "accidentally" happen to bump into each other. likewise, he makes certain he's offering something that might inform them they're a "pleasant surprise", at that, while he was "coincidentally" on his way out, from the looks of things. besides, iori has lately fell into a bad habit of happening upon just the right people like this anyway. it isn't that otherworldly of him, nor so selfish, in this instance, to have it yet again land him in another impromptu meet and greet on equal terms, surely. and if the device clinging about his wrist is to be believed, they are more or less both benefactors of pure coincidence, if nothing else, at least as far as how iori currently understands it. ] Ah─── Hahaha... Sorry about that. I got a bit lost on my way back to the bar...
[ taking a step back as well, his bow he offers in apology with the smaller bit of space he's afforded to himself seems respectful enough, at a glance. his expression, too, looks a little less awkwardly forced when he sits up again, reshaped and looking a bit more fittingly re-contextualized to their shared circumstance easy enough, aiming for something mutually affable, agreeable. he somehow even seems more refreshed, despite the bags that have carved trenches beneath his eyes, though that may just help their usual sharpness appear a bit duller, softer, learned imitations like the feathers of a swallow.
──iori's adaptive preening when going for the gold proves, if nothing else, decent for this routine pruning of whatever his busywork beneath the charming corners of the mask on display. ] ... Although, if I may? A question ── would you happen to know the way there? To that bar, the Red Cardinal... That one? All the walls have started to look the same to me, so I've had some trouble finding it again by myself...
iv. pop up - wedding slot machines. ( easy... & difficult? )
[ the distinguished guest, a lady who had given him some look like awestruck horror when he tried to pronounce "slot machine", was, generously, the one and the same who taught him how to use the thing, encouraging him to "give it a go". at some point, it's likely he'll need to gather enough to purchase a book to write all of this down in, especially since he was pretty sure he had heard stranger tonight... well, and the night before that, if he's being honest. always the nights too, it seemed like, but perhaps that's what inspires people to let loose and go a little berserk around here.
either way, he gave it a fine tug, and received an equally fine, but completely different turn of phrase than... whatever he was expecting. presumably this is fun to people of this day and age? the lights, the sounds, the flashing. apparently. ] Hm.
[ but more importantly, as he turns to thank the woman for so kindly taking the time for him, he's found that she's already been absorbed back into the crowd, indistinguishable from every other flashy ensemble loudly permeating the space with color and chatter. he only affects some immediate moment's hesitation, speculating if she was even there at all (his stomach still aches from yesterday──) before giving a glance back to the screen. those certainly are... words. instructions, more like, which he is good with, but... still. ] ......... Right. She did say the "payout" would be worth it...
[ but she also said that the other one pays a lot more too, if i recall it right. no, i definitely do remember that... i couldn't hear all of it when that crowd was cheering, but if it's worth the time, then... ] ......... [ or so he's busy considering with his eyes off towards the other section of machines wavering with individualized flickers of light and other fanciful features that fail to draw him in with their commercialized filters imitating victory in sight and sound, paying no mind to whatever may be presently written out for him on the first one he had tried, or anyone who may approach to have a look at the seemingly spare slot machine for themselves. ]
v. wildcard(s).
[ open to most prompts and can also always write the starter too (and can make them not as long if you prefer ofc), so feel free to ask! ]
[ slaps up the link to iori's previous tdm post, if anybody would prefer one of the older prompts, and limps into this one, hi! i am... so late... had some medical things last week, but Now i am here and more up on the mend, thankfully!
that all said, any info you might want is now available in his journal, just be mindful of spoilers (they are all explicitly warned for as needed btw!) and please lmk if you don't mind spoilers yourself afa any tags go! also, i realized i somehow didn't mention it at all last time, but i do usually prefer cr before smut and therefore won't mind if anyone would prefer a more cute or gen thread over a smutty one, if not a thread that starts off there and eventually leads to more! at the same time, i am open to cr born from smutty beginnings, so no worries! for anything else, just pm me and i'll get back to you asap and as best i can! xoxoxo! ]
[Jeritza slowly awakens in a bed that is far too comfortable and large to be his own, in a room that is definitely not in his home. Blinking his eyes open, everything here is so... Shiny and beautiful. How strange... Is he still dreaming? A dream within a dream, perhaps..?]
[As he stirs slightly in the bed, he finds he is dressed in a classic black tuxedo, and there is something strapped around his wrist. Looking at the metal and glass contraption, words pop up on it.]
Newlywed...? Ugh... What...
[As he flops his arms to his sides, one of them hits something- some_one_. He startles, scrambling off the bed and taking a defensive stance. Death makes himself present, ready to kill this stranger, but Jeritza takes a couple of deep breaths to assess the situation. The stranger appears to be sleeping peacefully with no intent to harm him. The room is decorated in some kind of celebratory fashion... Maybe there has been some kind of... Misunderstanding?]
Who... Are you?
II. CHOCOLATE BOXES
[As soon as Jeritza happens upon the sweets shop, he walks in briskly, looking around. Now this is interesting. There are limited-edition truffles being fought over by all the guests, which means they must be as amazing as they claim to be in the ads. He begins to push his way through the crowd, neutrally at first. As he's shoved by other guests, Death comes forward, aggressively pushing back, pulling hair, anything to get these mongrels off of him and out of his way. As he pushes one man, he shouts "Hey!" and pushes him back. Death wastes no time, sucker-punching him. He falls to the ground.]
[The tall man can easily be spotted wading violently through the crowd, securing a box of chocolates at the expense of many other guests. He holds it up high in the air until he's away from the scene. He does not have any desire to give these away to some "sweetheart", as the ads disgustingly suggest; he wants to indulge in every last one.]
III. THE NEST (any)
[Jeritza finds himself wandering the stores, looking to relieve his ever-present boredom. As he browses Alice and the Parrots, onlookers may be surprised to find him drawn more to the frilly, cute, and feminine outfits. Anyone is welcome to try to dress Jeritza up in something silly- it will take some coaxing, but not as much as you might think.]
IV. SLOTS (easy or spicy)
[More strange machines. They are absolutely everywhere in this lavish place... He is certainly in another world entirely. He's drawn to the lights and colours, however, and the chrome that looks like shining golden armour. He stands in front of the slot machines, tilting his head to the side and staring at it. Looking over at others using the machines, he sees that they are pulling this giant lever. He does so, and the wheels inside begin to spin. He is transfixed.]
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