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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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[Her eyes open, and she shuffles around to face him instead of the corner she tried huddling herself into. A gentle hand rests at his shoulder.]
If you're not done I could wash your back as an apology.
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It's more that he doesn't like people seeing his bruises any more than necessary, rather than any concern over his chest (there's nothing there anyway), but the effect is the same. His face is red as he averts his gaze and sputters, ]
I just said -- ! [ Ugh, whatever! ] And why the hell would you wanna do that?!
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[Implying that she might owe him more? Well, it's not like she's all that bothered. Having run around a dungeon basically naked for a good stretch of time seen by a whole host of people...
In the end even if her feathers are wet they serve as a suitable censor. Ah, but even with her eyes lazily lidded out of habit (from when she had poor eyesight) she can see his battered body just fine. The improved eyesight from being fused with the dragon can be both a blessing and a curse. Without even a second thought, she uses her hand on his shoulder to begin dulling his sense of pain.]
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Are you serious? You think I'm concerned about my ... wash time?
[ The longer this conversation(?) goes, the harder it is to keep his eyes averted the whole time. Even if he doesn't intend to stare, he can't help the way his gaze drifts over to the expanse of feathers laid over her body; what is she, some sorta bird-human hybrid? (Sure, why the hell not. Like this place can't get any weirder.) ]
You just appeared outta nowhere. In a shower stall. You don't know where you are, and you're worrying about a stranger's wash time? Did you hit your head that hard?
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["I just want you to be happy/comfortable/etc" really seems to be the vibe she's pushing here. No care for her own exposure, the sudden relocation from where she was or how to get back. Even the message on the watch that should have given her a fright has all but become just another worry for some other time. If it even will be a worry.
Falin's desires have always been guided by others that she cares about. Why would she be all that pressed about her own inconveniences?]
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... I was upset because a stranger just appeared outta nowhere. It's normal to be surprised when something like that happens, okay. I'm not mad about the shower.
[ Her attitude's so weird, in fact, that it's at least helped him calm down somewhat. Which is probably a good thing? Maybe. Fuuta rubs a hand at his temples, using the other to brush Falin's hand off his shoulder. ]
Whatever. I was done anyway, just -- taking my time. So I'm gonna get you that towel now, alright? You gonna listen to me and wait this time?
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If that's what you'd like. May I have your name first, though? Mine is Falin.
[It's rude not to provide your own name, right? Besides maybe if she has his name she can pay him back in some other way.]
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Fuuta. I'll be back quick.
[ He says as he yanks the door to the stall open. ... except it opens inwards. And it's really cramped in the stall. So he kinda. Has to. Scoot back as it opens, backing right up into her naked chest on the way.
Don't mind the flustered little squeak he gives as he feels her befeathered boobs squish against the back of his shoulders. ]
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I will be patient.
[She replies without missing a beat despite his cute, startled squeak. A part of her wants to lean in and nip at his neck. To gently pinch that delicate skin between her teeth as she feels his whole body shudder under—
No. That would probably be rude.]
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Here.
[ Fuuta shoves his arm in, first, holding out one of the bigger bath towels for her to take. There's a brief pause before he pokes his head in afterward to confirm that it's him, though he averts his eyes from her soon afterward. Out of principle.
He's hurriedly thrown on his own shorts and T-shirt, though a hasty job toweling himself off and the humidity of the air's plastered the flimsy fabric against his skin, damp and almost translucent. ]
C'mon. Cover yourself up and you can get outta here. Can't be comfortable being naked when you don't even know where you're at.
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Falin grabs the offered towel, and steps out of the shower. While a normal woman might have wrapped it across her chest and worn it like a dress, Falin simply begins patting herself down and drying out her feathers. Probably to the dismay of her little White Knight determined to protect whatever honor he perceives her to have. But instead of being a proper lady concerned with such things, she's propping her leg up against a bench and patting dry her feathery inner thigh.]
Do you know where I'm at?
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(... okay, maybe a teeny, tiny bit in a pervy way. But mostly out of chaste curiosity!) ]
We're in the communal bathroom for the lower ranks here.
[ Pause. ]
... you do know where 'here' is, right. The resort?
[ He'd been assuming that she was already a guest here that had just ... kinda gotten misplaced by the resort's whims. But now that he thinks about it, that's not guaranteed, is it. This is going to be such a headache if she's a new arrival to this insane place that just ended up here, with him. ]
1/2
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[Once she has most of herself patted and dried, Falin wraps the towel around her waist like a skirt.]
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Fuuta ends up giving a wobbly sigh before scuffing a hand through his still-damp hair, tugging his fingers through a tangle. ]
Well -- you should go back and read that message again, because it's all true. Unfortunately.
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[Well, if she has to. She'll save that for later, though. Instead she falls in beside Fuuta like he's some sort of tour guide. His prickly but ultimately kind behavior reminds her of Chilchuck, so Falin finds herself comfortable when she settles instep with him.]
How long have you been here?
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Me?
[ Uh. Give him a second as he scowls and looks aside, counting the weeks he can remember on his fingers. The deeper furrow between his brow makes it very obvious how he feels about the answer he eventually has to give: ]
Like ... four months.
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[Her hand reaches out to him. As if she wants to reassuringly rest it on his shoulder. However... well, he doesn't really seem all that happy with her presence. He's been kind and insistent on helping, but unlike Chilchuck he's not getting anything (like payment) from providing assistance. Falin withdraws her hand, and decides she'll wander off to try and learn more so he doesn't have to be burdened. After all, he looks so stressed already!]
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It's -- whatever. It's a long time, but I'm stuck here, so I gotta deal with it, I guess.
[ It's a long time, but also nowhere near as long as the time he was held captive in Milgram. Complicated.
Anyway, more importantly: ]
We gotta get you some clothes. [ Sorry Falin, now that he has designated you His Responsibility (nobody asked for this???), Fuuta mutters half to himself as he scuffs a hand through his hair. The hand reaching for him might have gone unnoticed, but that doesn't mean he's planning on just abandoning her here. ] You probably don't have any chips if you just got here, though ...
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[Well, her decision to wander off or not has been made. With him saying, "we" it seems like he intends to stay by her. How nice of him!
As they walk her hands reach up to her body. Carefully preening her feathers and making sure they settle correctly as they dry.]
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[ He sighs before fishing his hoodie out of the temporary locker he'd been keeping it in while showering, holding it out for her to take. Truth be told, he doesn't really like wandering around without it -- it feels bad having only a flimsy T-shirt hiding his injuries -- but he'd feel like a real scumbag if he didn't at least offer it to a clearly naked and confused girl, so. ]
Here, use this for now until we get you something else. It should mostly cover you.
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For quite a bit.
And then:] I might stretch it out.
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-- you're not that much taller than me?!
[ She's like, what ... five centimeters taller? And just a little (hm) more muscular? -- not that it even matters?! It's not like he cares??? ]
Whatever. You can just use it for now and then throw it out after, anyway, so it doesn't matter. [ Actually, it does sting at his wallet a little to have to throw out a perfectly good item of clothing, but ... right now, recouping his pride comes first. Goodbye, cheap dollar store hoodie that's served him well so far. ] So just put it on, alright?