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TDM 03
【 Hello, dearest guests. We hope you have been enjoying your time in the Golden Peacock and utilizing our many amenities.
Reception would like all guests to be aware that some new arrivals have been misplaced. Due to the nature of the resort, new arrivals may have been misplaced in unexpected locations. This includes your personal suites. We are very sorry for this inconvenience.
Please do not be alarmed if you come across a misplaced new arrival. We kindly request that any guests that find a misplaced new arrival escort them to the main hub, where we have arranged a central meetup where all new arrivals can claim their complimentary robes and welcome baskets.
All guests are invited to come mingle at the main hub and meet new arrivals. As always, we hope you have a pleasant day! 】
DEALER'S CHOICE
STEVE, WHERE DID YOU PUT THE NEW ARRIVALS?
The Golden Peacock has swept away the hues of winter and welcomed vibrant pops of color for a change of pace. Gone are the snow whites and cool golds. Vases of bright florals have been staged all throughout the general hubs and hallways. Statues have been cheekily decorated with bright clothes, such as charming hats and billowing dresses with cheerful prints. This peacock has cleaned up nicely, its brilliant feathers shaking with a warm palette to please the senses.
Staff are bustling during the decor turnover. While some diligent employees are steadfastly decorating the hallways with sprawling vines and spectacular blooms, others are darting back and forth in search of something. Or rather — someone. Several someones. Front reception is in an outright panic while flying over the phones and furiously slamming their hands on keyboards.
"Steve, I know you're new, but you can't just press any button that pops up on the computer screen! The new arrivals are supposed to go into temporary suites." Deborah, the head receptionist, sighs, "Now who knows where they are. I hope they're okay... I'm sure they're quite confused, wherever they wound up. Steve, stop crying. The house won't fire you for this. Probably. How's your resume looking?"
In the end, Steve didn't get fired. But he did get reassigned to trash duty.
FLORAL RIOT
A STRIKE OF COLOR
【 🌸🌸🌸 Come experience new floral delights! Prepare to be ravished by a symphony of color and aroma. Romance, love, and pleasure all await within corridors of beauty. 🌸 🌸 🌸 】
Days before the grand unveiling, the gardeners of the Cloud Dwelling Garden distribute flyers announcing that their special floral exhibition is now ready for guests to enjoy. Long-standing guests vibrate in anticipation, eagerly stomping around the gardens until the ribbon is cut and the newest resort amenity has been revealed. The gardeners make a point to approach new guests and encourage them to join in on the fun, explaining that the house likes to create a new floral experience for guests every few years or so.
Exhibition opening is set for mid-month. On the 15th precisely, the gardeners line up in front of the white sheet hiding the project, each taking a turn to bow and say a few short words about how grand and generous the house is for giving them such rewarding jobs.
The curtains fall away to a wall of shockingly bright florals. Guests ooh and aahh at not only the array of shades but at the luxurious meld of so many different kinds of flowers. Wisteria and roses, lilies and carnations. Lilacs, peonies, daisies, daffodils, sunflowers. More and more and more and more. The staff explain that this flower maze is perhaps their most intricate piece of work yet and that there is grand surprise waiting at the heart. Additionally, as part of the festivities, several prizes have been hidden around the maze at dead-ends. Long-standing guests clap and cheer before charging inside.
The flower maze will only last as long as the most fleeting flowers do. The flower maze will remain open to the public for several weeks, after which it will close for further remodeling.
"We'll be open again with another complex arrangement," one of the gardeners explains cheerfully. "A maze isn't fun once you've learned the layout. We'll open again after creating a whole new design for guests to enjoy. Maybe even some new flowers, too. A lot of the ones on the lawn got funky after guests came all over them..."
Days before the grand unveiling, the gardeners of the Cloud Dwelling Garden distribute flyers announcing that their special floral exhibition is now ready for guests to enjoy. Long-standing guests vibrate in anticipation, eagerly stomping around the gardens until the ribbon is cut and the newest resort amenity has been revealed. The gardeners make a point to approach new guests and encourage them to join in on the fun, explaining that the house likes to create a new floral experience for guests every few years or so.
Exhibition opening is set for mid-month. On the 15th precisely, the gardeners line up in front of the white sheet hiding the project, each taking a turn to bow and say a few short words about how grand and generous the house is for giving them such rewarding jobs.
The curtains fall away to a wall of shockingly bright florals. Guests ooh and aahh at not only the array of shades but at the luxurious meld of so many different kinds of flowers. Wisteria and roses, lilies and carnations. Lilacs, peonies, daisies, daffodils, sunflowers. More and more and more and more. The staff explain that this flower maze is perhaps their most intricate piece of work yet and that there is grand surprise waiting at the heart. Additionally, as part of the festivities, several prizes have been hidden around the maze at dead-ends. Long-standing guests clap and cheer before charging inside.
The flower maze will only last as long as the most fleeting flowers do. The flower maze will remain open to the public for several weeks, after which it will close for further remodeling.
"We'll be open again with another complex arrangement," one of the gardeners explains cheerfully. "A maze isn't fun once you've learned the layout. We'll open again after creating a whole new design for guests to enjoy. Maybe even some new flowers, too. A lot of the ones on the lawn got funky after guests came all over them..."
SMOKY NECTAR
DRIBBLE OF SWEETNESS
The conservatory is even busier than the gardens. Unlike the easygoing staff in the garden, employees in the conservatory are busy zooming to and fro with brooms while trying to get a handle on the unexpectedly huge amount of pollen. From flowers, from trees — so much pollen. The ground is coated and the air is thick. Several long-standing guests visiting the area have fallen into sneezing fits. Even with cleaning efforts to mitigate the build-up, the pollen becomes thicker as the weeks go on. Staff eventually give up on trying to sweep it away.
This pollen is not standard. Guests that inhale this pollen will begin to feel feverish and strange. Continued exposure to this pollen will heighten a desire for sex to the point of all-encompassing need. Orgasms become much more intense. Nipples are constantly hard. Guests may also be overwhelmed with the urge to "fertilize or become fertilized" — to aggressively deliver or receive cumshots. Gardeners soon realize that normal pollen has been tainted by the cross-breeding of their new spectacular fruits, resulting in an extremely potent sex pollen that affects people and animals. This sex pollen is stronger than any of the current aphrodisiacs in the resort, baffling the gardeners. They weren't even trying to make horny fruit!
The effects of the sex pollen will ease after a few days unless exposure is continued. Guests with too much exposure to the sex pollen may find themselves passing out from violently intense successive orgasms. Any guests found unconscious post-orgasm will be delivered to the Broken Wing clinic for recovery.
The sex pollen will fade out within a few weeks, when the new breeds of fruit have all been harvested and delivered to restaurants. The gardeners collectively agree to be more careful when engineering new breeds in the future. "I do think," reports one worker in the conservatory, "the house will be impressed that we've managed to engineer an even stronger aphrodisiac. Great things happen on accident!"
This pollen is not standard. Guests that inhale this pollen will begin to feel feverish and strange. Continued exposure to this pollen will heighten a desire for sex to the point of all-encompassing need. Orgasms become much more intense. Nipples are constantly hard. Guests may also be overwhelmed with the urge to "fertilize or become fertilized" — to aggressively deliver or receive cumshots. Gardeners soon realize that normal pollen has been tainted by the cross-breeding of their new spectacular fruits, resulting in an extremely potent sex pollen that affects people and animals. This sex pollen is stronger than any of the current aphrodisiacs in the resort, baffling the gardeners. They weren't even trying to make horny fruit!
The effects of the sex pollen will ease after a few days unless exposure is continued. Guests with too much exposure to the sex pollen may find themselves passing out from violently intense successive orgasms. Any guests found unconscious post-orgasm will be delivered to the Broken Wing clinic for recovery.
The sex pollen will fade out within a few weeks, when the new breeds of fruit have all been harvested and delivered to restaurants. The gardeners collectively agree to be more careful when engineering new breeds in the future. "I do think," reports one worker in the conservatory, "the house will be impressed that we've managed to engineer an even stronger aphrodisiac. Great things happen on accident!"
PETAL-STAINED LIPS
A BLOOMING DISEASE
👩🦰 "Hack hack, hack hack... what do you mean, 'please cover my mouth when I cough'? I'm a rank nine. Nine! You can't tell me what to do. Now, clean up this mess. I've been coughing up flower petals all day." 👩🦰
Wet, smudged petals scatter across the floors of the Peacock. The source is initially unclear, since the perfectly groomed flowers in their decorative vases are in perfect condition. Soon the number of guests coughing into their fists begins to rise and more soggy plants plague the hallways.
After the garden and conservatory unveil their Spring additions the clinic will begin to over-run with guests complaining of various symptoms. There aren't enough beds and there certainly aren't enough doctors and nurses to meet rising demand. Guests continue to visit the clinic complaining of some sort of flower cold while spitting up petals and leaves. Advanced cases involve a deeper spread of vines through the patient's body.
Though this illness manifests in many different ways, the head doctor in charge is quick to clock that it's the Blooming Disease working its way through the resort's population. Not an especially dangerous disease. More troublesome than anything and a mess to clean up. Luckily, there are extensive notes in their files about this particular disease and how to treat it.
The height of the disease will hit toward the end of the month. Thanks to the hard work of the doctors and nurses in the clinic, cases will begin to decrease as the days pile on, with the majority of the affected guests treated and sent on their way by the beginning of May. Activity in the clinic will begin to decline as patients fuck it out and cure the disease, with only a handful of scattered cases heading past the first week of May.
Wet, smudged petals scatter across the floors of the Peacock. The source is initially unclear, since the perfectly groomed flowers in their decorative vases are in perfect condition. Soon the number of guests coughing into their fists begins to rise and more soggy plants plague the hallways.
After the garden and conservatory unveil their Spring additions the clinic will begin to over-run with guests complaining of various symptoms. There aren't enough beds and there certainly aren't enough doctors and nurses to meet rising demand. Guests continue to visit the clinic complaining of some sort of flower cold while spitting up petals and leaves. Advanced cases involve a deeper spread of vines through the patient's body.
Though this illness manifests in many different ways, the head doctor in charge is quick to clock that it's the Blooming Disease working its way through the resort's population. Not an especially dangerous disease. More troublesome than anything and a mess to clean up. Luckily, there are extensive notes in their files about this particular disease and how to treat it.
The height of the disease will hit toward the end of the month. Thanks to the hard work of the doctors and nurses in the clinic, cases will begin to decrease as the days pile on, with the majority of the affected guests treated and sent on their way by the beginning of May. Activity in the clinic will begin to decline as patients fuck it out and cure the disease, with only a handful of scattered cases heading past the first week of May.
PROMPT NOTES
PROMPT NOTES
▶ Arrival, The Bathroom Button: Multiple versions of arrival are possible. Characters may be flushed down the toilet or tub to wake up in several different locations across the resort.
▶ Gardens, The Flower Maze: While players are welcome to imagine whatever they like in these chests, we do ask there be some limits. Characters should not find their special awesome sword or other personal items that were taken away by the resort upon arrival, for example. Items that would generally be available within resort stores or without regains are fine.
▶ Conservatory, General: While this location is currently being influenced by sex pollen, players that do not enjoy this kink may have their character immune to its effects. This will not affect engaging in the hanahaki prompt.
▶ Conservatory, The Orchard: Players are encouraged to get creative with effects from these fruits. While we've offered a couple suggestions, any of the affiliated suit's effects are available to tap into. For example, consumption of Orangeberry, aka the Diamonds fruit, can cause any Diamond-adjacent physical effects.
▶ Broken Wing Clinic: Players are allowed to get as delicate or grotesque with the presentation of the Blooming Disease as they’d like; you can even use this as an opportunity to engage in some vine-y bondage play. From the medical perspective, feel free to envision access to any sort of equipment you’d like, so long as it makes sense within a (sexy) clinical setting.
▶ Gardens, The Flower Maze: While players are welcome to imagine whatever they like in these chests, we do ask there be some limits. Characters should not find their special awesome sword or other personal items that were taken away by the resort upon arrival, for example. Items that would generally be available within resort stores or without regains are fine.
▶ Conservatory, General: While this location is currently being influenced by sex pollen, players that do not enjoy this kink may have their character immune to its effects. This will not affect engaging in the hanahaki prompt.
▶ Conservatory, The Orchard: Players are encouraged to get creative with effects from these fruits. While we've offered a couple suggestions, any of the affiliated suit's effects are available to tap into. For example, consumption of Orangeberry, aka the Diamonds fruit, can cause any Diamond-adjacent physical effects.
▶ Broken Wing Clinic: Players are allowed to get as delicate or grotesque with the presentation of the Blooming Disease as they’d like; you can even use this as an opportunity to engage in some vine-y bondage play. From the medical perspective, feel free to envision access to any sort of equipment you’d like, so long as it makes sense within a (sexy) clinical setting.
OOC NOTES
BLANKET CW: Altered States; Aphrodisiacs; Body Horror (potential); Dubcon; Illnesses; Medical Play; NSFW Language; Paranormal; Somnophilia; Sex Pollen; Sex Toys
▶ All new characters on the TDM are WILDCARDS, which means they have not yet been assigned a card value. 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 April event.
▶ Current characters may top level on the TDM. Current characters posting to the TDM should note they are currently in-game in the subject line.
▶ The top level directory is for new characters only.
▶ 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.
▶ 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.
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*Mute may feel the ghost of a kiss, something gentle and soft but with the hint of something a little sharper.
By the time she wakes up, though, her savior will be simply sitting next to her. Here's a woman in a flowing dress (where did she find that?) and long, pale hair that she's managed to braid a bit. Her eyes are down on a flower she's pulling the petals off of.]
Are you awake now, little bud? I just couldn't leave you alone to dream when you're so exposed and lonely...
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Her eyes flutter open. A beautiful woman with long, unbound white hair is plucking petals off a flower. *Mute is pretty sure she has a weird piece of video data hovering in her RAM until she remembers — ah, right. She is meat now. There is no video or photo data to offload anymore. Welp. Time to do meat-person shit. ]
Huh?
[ Great start! Almost human language! *Mute blinks harder, frowns, and is back to default expression in less than a second. Permascowl hours now.
She shakes her head, rubs her eye with a hand, and that is a weird new parameter to contend with. Touch. Whatever. She needs data first. What even happened? All she did was walk around and smell a couple of those flowers... ]
You're... You're talking to me? Dreaming? I was. Huh...?
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Oh, yes. This place put you under a sleeping spell, only to be woken with a kiss. [A pause.] How they managed to add that caveat to the flower's venom, I'm not entirely sure. But it worked, hmm?
Next time, try to dream somewhere a little more safe. I hear they're giving us all rooms soon.
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Great. Good. *Mute processes that, files it away. Uh-huh. All green. Optional processing can now occur.
*Mute's eyes go extremely wide, suddenly. She puts both hands to her lips and she goes bright, blistering red. ]
Hey, uh, back it up and pause. Did you say you kissed me? That was you?
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Oh, yes. I would have asked, but, we-e-ell. [She laughs a little bit, putting her hand to her own lips.]
Don't worry so much. It was just a quick peck. That's chaste compared to the kind of rutting this place seems to expect of us.
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[ *Mute buries her face in her hands and screams one more time, muffled, just for good measure. NononononoNONONONONONONONO ]
Oh shit, oh fuck. Aaah. No, I'm married. Also, you're a woman. I mean.
[ This is all still coming from behind her hands, by the way. Muffled. Miserable. ]
I mean, my wife is a woman too, so like. My. Wait, I'm her wife, though. She's my husband. The pilot. Technically. Uggghhh.
[ *Mute just. Flops over. She puts her face to her skirt, rolls onto her side, and makes sounds that sound suspiciously like crying, her saying "Terminate me, terminate me, please can I just fucking crash now", or both. ]
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Oh~? Well. Nobody has to know.
[She opens her mouth to respond to her companion's complaint about being a woman, but then her wife is a woman? Her husband? Hm. Laurentina leans back a little bit in thought.]
You are very confused, little bud. Perhaps I should take you to some medical facilities...? Hmmmhmm.
I get confused sometimes too, but I've never thought I was married. That sounds fun, though.
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[ *Mute eventually calms her tits enough to peek at the beautiful woman through her fingers. "Beautiful". That's a qualifier she should probably... digest that she's noticing. Since that's like, a part of her and all. (Weird, unnatural, but her husband — wife — thought that kind of thing was normal, and she's stuck with a bunch of other barbarians, so. *Mute has culture shock so severe that her ears are still ringing from it, but she is a tough bit of code. She can do this. Maybe.) ]
Everyone here is confused except me. Sick in the head. [ ... ] Okay, I mean, like, thank you, seriously, for kissing me awake. I didn't want to be out here forever, and that was the solution. I can acknowledge that much. But there's a slippery slope to all of this and everyone's just okay with that. This is all insane. I don't need a doctor. I need to not be here anymore.
[ *Mute is very aware she is rambling to a stranger. She can't stop. This is the first chance she's gotten to process all of this out loud, and to her horror, it makes even less sense the longer she talks about it. ]
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[Rude! Anyway. She finishes one flower, picking up another to begin dismembering it. She does make it look oddly violent.]
You're very welcome. You have pretty lips. [She smiles, but it's almost predatory. Almost. It's also casual. She gives off mixed signals.]
I don't think leaving will be that easy, but do let me know if you figure out a way. My dear Orca and Swordfish will be so worried about me if I'm gone, and I hate to make them fret. Oh, and my little bird...
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[ ... A sigh. ]
No, I'm sorry. I take it back. I know you're trying to make me feel better, you're just. A barbarian and that's what makes barbarians feel better. Sorry. Thanks. For the lips stuff too, even if it's still... no.
[ *Mute uncovers her face. She can stop herself from having a tantrum for the amount of time it takes to have a civil conversation. She turns her head and looks at the white-haired woman. The destructive behavior is noted. Odd stuff. Things she'd have flagged to monitor if she still had access to security feeds. ]
Are those... people you know? Weird names.
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[However, her eyes narrow just a touch when *Mute calls her a barbarian. Hm. These sort of things normally just roll off of her back like water but *Mute is being very rude when Laurentina is being very polite.]
Ah, that's very funny. A land-dweller calling me a barbarian... haha. That's very funny.
[There's something sharp and dangerous in her voice, but held back. Like she doesn't even feel the need to be threatening.]
Oh, no, those are nicknames. It's not as if I was named "Shark", after all. Though nowadays, sometimes I'm Specter. Hmm.
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So, this is probably a woman like her pilot. Raised in a barbarian society where... Where *Mute is the uncivilized one. Makes sense. It's a completely different world.
(Not that different.)
*Mute narrows her eyes... Remember, different society. Mouth shut, eyes open. For now. ]
I'm... *Mute. Head security AI for the Mugu— for the White Princess. Software bride. Formerly. I've never had a body before. I've never dwelled on land, technically? My starship was around two thousand light years away from Earth when I was recovered from its blackbox.
[ Is this a security breach? Probably, but it doesn't matter anymore. Everyone's dead. ]
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Oooh, so you're new to being flesh. What an... interesting predicament. [Laurentina's gaze harders, for a moment, and she seems to sniff the air. That kind of biological nonsense reeks of Seaborn, but... *Mute herself does not. So she's not a threat.]
No wonder you're so squirmy and embarrassed. Poor little bride, forced to face humanity's lust on her first day out. Second day? Whatever.
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Closure takes one look at *Mute and outright faints.*Mute wrinkles her nose in response to the sniffing, then looks down at herself. Sure, scent is also a new parameter for her to contend with, but she's pretty sure that she's performed proper hygiene on this body so far... ]
Listen, it's not like I'm completely ignorant. I was on constant surveillance for over 300 years. I have my databases on human behavior. I know plenty, thanks.
[ It's just... You know. First-hand experience that's lacking. ]
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[Either way, to tease, she runs a finger up along *Mute's shoulder. It's flirtatious, but not too heavy. She's just looking to fluster the AI.]
Now. No more falling asleep in the flowers, alright?
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[ A huff! "Ma'am" might be a bit out of line, but it is technically proper. The touch gets a frown, a straightening of her back, but she chooses to lift her chin and ignore it. It's not the worst sensation, and while it is... flirtatious... or could be construed as flirtatious... *Mute can deal with a bit of impropriety. Specter clearly just doesn't know any better. ]
Who raised you, anyway? Surely the place you come from has some conception of hierarchy.
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Of course I believe in hierarchy. I listen to my superior officers when they give me orders that matter. [Though she's just as rude to Gladiia, albeit in a different way.]
Though I've found -- the kind of people who care about propriety only do so because they don't have anything more useful to do. Who really cares about what you're referred to in the midst of battle? Only people who have never gotten their hands dirty.