TDM 03

[goldmods]

【 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?"

THE BATHROOM BUTTON

▷ Due to a mistake at front reception, new arrivals aren't waking up in a temporarily assigned suite like usual. All new arrivals will wake up in a bathroom somewhere in the Golden Peacock. Steve, bless his heart, chose the wrong button and directed all new arrivals to bathrooms. Why do they even have a "bathroom" button at front reception, anyway? Who is that for?!

▷ Players are encouraged to get creative and have their character wake up in any bathroom location across the resort. Please feel free to reference our LOCATIONS for ideas as to where your character might wake up. As long as it's in a bathroom, it can be anywhere. Almost all locations within the resort have a bathroom!

▷ Not even current character suites are safe. New arrivals may wake up in tubs, toilets, and showers in suite locations as well as general resort locations. For low rank rooms, the communal bathroom is also fair game for sudden new naked arrivals to wake up in.

THE MAIN LOBBY

▷ A welcome station has been set up in the main lobby. After getting their bearings and finding their way to the main lobby after an unexpected bathroom adventure, new arrivals will find racks of plush terrycloth robes and yellow tracksuits. They will also be given a welcome basket with general toiletries and snacks to get them started in the resort. Some gift baskets include special sex toys picked out just for them! They haven't tell anyone about that specific kink before? The house knows its guests well. No need to say anything at all.

▷ Front reception has arranged a welcome party to greet new arrivals and help get them more comfortable. Not because they feel extremely guilty about the bathroom mixup and are hoping that these new arrivals won't complain to the house. Definitely not! With the help of 24K and Birdbucks, new arrivals and guests alike will be treated to alcohol or coffee at the front desk's expense. The fireplaces are roaring and several couches have been set up to create a comfortable atmosphere. Some long-standing guests have joined in to tell stories about how much fun they've had at the resort while enjoying a drink by the fire.

TIME FOR BED... BUT?

▷ Due to the initial mistake at reception there are no empty suites available for new arrivals to borrow. Staff have set up twin-sized cots at the back of the main lobby for new arrivals while sprucing up the situation as a giant slumber party. All new arrivals will be assigned a cot and given a privacy screen. Unfortunately, there isn't much privacy to be had when you're shacking up in a public spot.

▷ Don't worry — this will only be until check-in has been properly completed and guests have been assigned to their correct suite. We're so sorry, please don't complain to the house! Or if you do, blame Steve!

▷ The ghost that haunts the main lobby isn't thrilled about this either. He's just a nice, low-key ghost that likes to watch people and knock over cups at Birdbucks when no one is looking. How is he supposed to do that with these people sleeping in the main lobby? In an effort to spook off these new arrivals, the ghost haunting the main lobby may whisper some odd things into their ears at night. Odd things like, "The person next to you is watching you sleep, you should run away," and "You just farted and everyone knows it was you. You should leave." Surprisingly effective, no?

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

▷ The flower maze is a winding marvel of foliage boasting over ten feet tall. Like the hedge maze, there are various twists and turns for guests to explore. This maze is a coalition of every flower thinkable, with many squared sections highlighting particular breeds. Bright pops of whites, pinks, and yellows knit with deeper purples, reds, and blues. Trees rich with blossoms hang low. Bushes rich with waxy leaves guide the way to different hidden alcoves and pockets. The flower maze is complicated and very easy to get lost in for hours. However, there is nothing magical or paranormal about it. It's just a flower maze.

▷ Guests may find statues overgrown with ivy within the maze. Despite the flower maze being a new addition to the garden, these statues are marked with age. They are weathered, having survived through the elements despite there being no real weather in the garden. Some statues are chipped and missing appendages. Despite how these old statues feel out of place in a brand new exhibit, they do not give any sense that they aren’t simply decor.

▷ Romantic gazebos have been incorporated into the design of the maze. These are popular rendezvous spots for guests to overlook the sprawling flowers and small ponds on the comfort of a small couch or a swinging bench for two. Some special gazebos have been furnished with daybeds and other comfortable furniture.

▷ Treasure chests can be found hidden throughout the flower maze. Many of these chests are filled with sex toys and lubricants to help players get into the mood to play 52, but not only sex related items are available. Some chests may have clothes, some may have treats, some may even be filled with rocks.

▷ A few mimics have snuck in alongside the treasure chests. When opened, a mimic chest will curse the opener with a horny tongue. For a short period, the cursed individual will find themselves making erotic freudian slips. "How are you doing?" may end up coming out as, "How are you fucking?" While this curse will eventually wear off on its own, the embarrassment is forever.

THE GRAND FLOWER LAWN

▷ Guests that find the heart of the maze will discover the grand flower lawn. Also called the flower sea by staff, this brilliant landscape is covered in a lush carpet of flowers in shades of blue. Blue roses are the crown jewel of the flower sea, carefully dethorned so that guests may spread out on a velvety bed of petals.

▷ It isn’t impossible for our hardworking gardeners to miss a thorn or two. Even with careful checking, a few thorns have escaped scrutinizing staff. Guests pricked by a thorn while on the rose lawn will begin to feel drowsy. Effects may range from light exhaustion to falling into deep slumber. The cure for the rose's thorn curse is a kiss. Don't worry: true love need not apply in this case.

▷ Picnic baskets are available for guests that would like relax out on the lawn. Included in the picnic basket set: a blanket and set of pillows, fruit sandwiches, champagne, small cakes, and cookies. Hot tea and coffee is also available upon request. Staff are happy to accommodate any other special requests as well. Ask and ye shall receive.

SPECIAL LAWN GAMES

▷ All guests lounging on the lawn will receive a cheerful message on their Watch: 【 WOULD YOU LIKE TO PLAY A LAWN GAME? 】

Guests that select the NO option will be left to their snoozing and merriment. Guests that select YES will receive a follow-up message.

▷ 【 Thank you for participating in the Lawn Game. Please choose one of the below options. You will be informed of what surprise task you have chosen after selecting an option. All level one tasks will reward in a small payout upon completion. All level two tasks will reward in a medium payout upon completion. All level three tasks will reward in two extra-large payouts upon completion. 】

LEVEL ONE

【 1♡ 】Serenade another player with a romantic ballad.
【 1♢ 】Perform oral sex on another player.
【 1♧ 】Discover a secret about another player.
【 1♤ 】Steal an item from another player.

LEVEL TWO

【 2♡ 】Confess any romantic crushes you may have to another player. The player need not be one of the crushes in question.
【 2♢ 】Find a unique item to use as a dildo. Allow another player to use this unique item to fuck one or more of your orifices.
【 2♧ 】Describe, in explicit detail, one of your erotic fantasies and/or desires to another player.
【 2♤ 】Take on a submissive role and please another player, either sexually or non-sexually.

LEVEL THREE

【 3♡ 】Make passionate love to another player while in the missionary position.
【 3♢ 】Engage in any sex act involving penetration on the Grand Flower Lawn with another player.
【 3♧ 】Participate in a sex act you have never engaged in before with another player.
【 3♤ 】Kidnap another player for 24 hours.

▷ Players will be prompted to select an option without knowing what the corresponding task is. The task will be sent to their Watch after they have selected an option. To see what your character is lucky enough to receive as their task, simply click the dropdown!

▷ There is no penalty for characters that wuss out and are unable to complete their prompt aside from a mocking message to their Watch,【 LOSER, LOSER, LOSER. BIG LOSER. 】

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 ORCHARD

▷ The gardeners are thrilled to present this season's fruit orchard. When the previously closed-off portion of the orchard opens, guests will find that some of the delicious fruit hanging on the trees are ... strange. In collaboration with the Dizzy Pigeon, the gardeners of the conservatory have crossbred several standard fruits to create new fruits with delicious, never before seen flavors. Sure, there are the typical apple and orange trees to pick from, but why not give something new a try? Each of these new breeds have been imagined with paying homage to one of the glorious suits in mind.

▷ ORANGEBERRY: A blend of oranges and blueberries. This delicious new citrus has a hard outer peel but tender flesh inside. Sweet with a slightly tart aftertaste. Bred in homage to the Diamonds suit. Those who eat this fruit may experience heightened sensitivity to touch and temperature for a short period time.

▷ PEARAPPLE: A blend of pears and pineapples. A brilliant combination of mildly sweet with a punch of tang. The outside of this large fruit is rough and prickly. Once cut into, the flesh is firm but juicy. Bred in homage to the Hearts suit. Those who eat this fruit may experience intense positive emotions, such as a sudden onset of one-sided love or excessive positivity, for a short period of time.

▷ PEAPLUMTO: A blend of peaches, plums, and tomatoes. This succulent fruit is powerfully sweet, with a fuzzy skin and silky inside. A new favorite for juicing. Bred in homage to the Clubs suit. Those who eat this fruit may find themselves being extremely impulsive for a short period of time.

▷ CHERRYUZU: A blend of cherries and yuzu. These tiny bunches of fruit are sour enough to make the strongest-willed person scrunch their face up! Small but powerful, these fruits are satisfying to bite into with a pop. Bred in homage to the Spades suit. Those who eat this fruit may experience intense negative emotions, such as sudden possessiveness or jealousy, for a short period of time.

THE BUTTERFLY DOME

▷ The butterfly dome is exploding with color. Bright dots of yellow and orange speckle greenery without restraint. An assortment of butterflies lazily fly from buttercup to tulip. These butterflies are unafraid of people and may approach guests, dusting them with the thick pollen that coats their wings before they flutter off elsewhere. The pollen here is thicker than anywhere else in the conservatory. Guests may feel the effects of the sex pollen more strongly while in the butterfly dome. Breathing in pollen for one hour in the butterfly dome is equal to breathing in pollen for several days in the rest of the conservatory.

▷ Several flowers glitter with moisture in the light. Upon closer inspection, guests will find that it isn't morning dew — it's floral nectar. Its light and smoky scent may trigger an intense desire to drink. Guests that give in to the urge and drink the nectar will find themselves overcome with unbearable thirst afterward. No amount of nectar, water, or any other beverage will satisfy. The thirst can only be satisfied by swallowing semen or vaginal fluid. The longer one goes without satisfying the thirst, the thirstier they will become.

BUNS GONE WILD

▷ The normally docile giant flemish rabbits that wander the conservatory have gotten into the spirit of 52 as well. These romantic rabbits have been mating relentlessly since the pollen hit, and now the vegetable patches have been overrun with hundreds of young rabbits looking for food. No vegetable is safe while dozens of baby rabbits are running free, not knowing that they shouldn't eat directly from the patches. Due to the recent vegetable shortage restaurants in the dining quarter have been complaining about not getting their produce deliveries. It's a real problem!

▷ The gardeners have been begging guests to assist in catching these baby rabbits. There are too many for them to catch on their own. Guests who are willing to help will be instructed to catch the young rabbits and deposit them into the large wooden pen built to house them. However, this won't be an easy job — these little rabbits are fast!

▷ While the gardeners can't offer chip payment for the help, they will happily give any guests that assist good plots of land to raise their own vegetables. Rabbit adoption is also on the table!

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 BLOOMING DISEASE

▷ A strain of hanahaki disease is running through the resort. Unlike the typical hanahaki disease that is brought on by one-sided love, this blooming variation has no single discernible cause. The nurses muse that it is perhaps a side effect of the intense pollen from the conservatory, but this is speculation.

▷ Similar to the standard hanahaki disease, the main symptom is coughing up flower petals. However, the blooming strain manifests in many different ways, and doctors have seen variations of petals and vines creeping out from every orifice. Players are welcome to get as creative as they like with how the blooming disease presents.

▷ Doctors will make one point thoroughly clear: while medications are available to ease discomfort, the cure for this subset of hanahaki disease is sex. Only fucking another person will completely eradicate the disease. If the disease is not treated it will progress until the afflicted patient has turned into a monstrous pile of flora themselves.

▷ It is possible to catch the disease more than once. Having sex will cure it but some guests have caught the disease in quick succession, requiring multiple sessions of vigorous fucking. Doctors are unsure as to why some guests only catch the disease once while others are susceptible to catching it multiple times. The nurses gossip about how they think it's those guests particularly desperate for love that are prone to re-catching it, but again — speculation.

ALL HANDS ON DECK

▷ Without enough manpower in the clinic to meet demand, guests that have experience in the medical field have been asked to volunteer their time to help treat those suffering with the illness. Those kind enough to join in the effort to mitigate the disease will be given a full kit of medical supplies, which they will be allowed to keep once their stint in the clinic has finished. For the duration of their time working in the clinic they will be fully considered staff doctors and able to direct both employees and guests as they see fit.

▷ Guests that do not have medical experience but who wish to help in the clinic will also be accepted. While they will not have as much power as experienced guests assigned to the doctor role, they will be onboarded as nurses and given basic tasks. All nurses will be given scrubs which can be kept after their job has been completed. Nurses are expected to defer to doctors but can dictate to patients.

▷ All guests that assist in the clinic will be given an extra-large payout for their efforts. The head doctor in charge will be so grateful that he will be happy to grant any other small favors and gifts if asked. While something like taking one of the patient beds would be too much, he will turn a blind eye to guests who want to pocket items like scalpels and stethoscopes.

CLINIC ENERGY

▷ So many guests have piled into the clinic that private rooms are no longer available. Large rooms will be utilized as group hubs with many patient cots, while smaller rooms normally meant for one patient will be doubled up on. All guests staying in the clinic for treatment will be paired with at least one other patient due to space constraints. Private rooms will be available only for patients separated out for treatment with one of the doctors or nurses.

▷ All of the rooms in the clinic are fully stocked with condoms, lube, and sex toys. After the head doctor announces the cure for the disease, nurses will make sure every room has supplies available for patients to use. They will encourage guests to go ahead and get fucking since it's the only cure! While doctors and nurses are available to fuck as well, they are short-handed, so most patients will have to make do with other patients. To those stubborn guests who don't want to fuck for their health, staff will firmly explain that if the disease progresses they'll be reduced to nothing but a pile of vegetation.

▷ Patients with particularly bad cases of the disease will not be allowed to leave the clinic until they are cured. Patients that have only been lightly affected will be given a prescription to fuck and sent on their way, with strict instructions to return if they do not fuck and the disease progresses.

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.

OOC NOTES

GAME UPDATE | RESERVES | APPLICATIONS
BLANKET CW: Altered States; Aphrodisiacs; Body Horror (potential); Dubcon; Illnesses; Medical Play; NSFW Language; Paranormal; Somnophilia; Sex Pollen; Sex Toys

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▶ 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.

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▶ 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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Comments

Sherwood | Original Character

[rebrandedwarlock]

[OOC NOTES: Current Player of Marina sleepyone. Sherwood is a sketchy necromancer and charming supervillain. He is also cis male, age 65, and here for various degrees of problematic age gaps, though keep it 18+ unless discussed direct with me or we're already tagging via Marina. OTA sex and gender preference, he's also open to xeno/non-humans of any variety!]

i. Damnit, Steve.

My, my... what bother. [A calm and all together polite response to being swept away to another world. Sherwood awakes in an unfamiliar bathtub or shower floor. He feels at his naked midsection a moment, checking to make sure his organs are all there. Without any of those missing, he wonders what the reason for all this is. While he's unphased by his own sudden nudity, Sherwood gives a beleaguered sigh at his bare hands. No gloves... how crude.

He has a gentlemanly tone to call out from where he's sat, curious if there is anybody beyond the bathroom door,]

Anybody there? I do apologies for trespassing while indecent. [Are there towels nearby? He'll hoist himself up with a tired grunt and sore groan... Sherwood's instinct is to grab something to cover his hands first and foremost.]

ii. Hanahaki Curiosity

[Sherwood has always been a jack-of-all-trades sort of man, he could bluff his way through just about anything. Playing at doctor is something he'd done often enough back home that he was well enough equipped for this scenario.

Healing magic is at his disposal, he just doesn't specialize in it. He did better with the part after the body was cold. Standing before someone hacking up flowers, he does the very helpful gesture of offering them a small trashbin to do that into. Sherwood spares a comforting, understanding tone,]

I've known a few Druids who caught this fever, [he presumes it is the same one, hacking up flowers is a fairly novel ailment. A gloved finger tips his glasses further up his nose,] a symptom of reckless promiscuity, I always suggested. Not that I am judging you.

[he might be judging,]

iii. Doctor's Orders

Now, now, I've been told to not let those afflicted go free. [Sherwood is halting someone attempting to stagger their way out of the clinic. He's rail thin, but lean with muscle. Certainly more fit than his age would suggest. He scarcely fills a doorway wide, but he is tall at around 6'2". A cloth gloved hand reaches to the patient to give them a firm grip on the shoulder. Not forceful, he leans in with a conspiratorial edge to his voice,]

Is there a good reason you wish to leave? Perhaps we can make a deal of it, just between us.

iv. Wildcard!

[If you'd like a special prompt with him or mix-match elements of the above, please reach out via PM! Any other concerns or questions could be directed towards me that way. I'm danceintoastuggle as well!

i.

[bleakdecember]

[Suffice to say, Akechi is not happy to hear noises coming from his onsen. If he had someone (Marina) over, he'd just assume they were indulging. But he went to bed alone, and woke up alone.

So he approaches his bathroom with a knife in hand, kept low but at the ready. He opens the door, and...

At least he's polite, even if he's naked and in Akechi's room. Akechi stands at the doorway, glaring but making no move.]

Get the hell out of my bathroom. And cover yourself up.

[rebrandedwarlock]

[The hot spring-like bath is admittedly a very nice spot to have woken up. Warm and steaming, Sherwood thinks maybe he should have simply sat in silence and enjoyed it while before making a fuss.

A young man enters holding a knife and while Sherwood's large, grey eyes round he does not sounds the least bit panicked. He returns to sitting in the water, having not spotted where any towels were in the low light of the onsen.

In a dignified tone, he answers after clearing his throat,]

Young sir, I don't wish to inconvenience you, [Sherwood's hands remain dipped beneath the water, the older man relaxing back again, not wanting to make a threatening presence of himself. That would make for terrible manners, even for a trespasser like himself!]

But my eyesight is quite poor. Have you any robes I could borrow-? Or gloves to wear? So I might comply to your wishes, of course.

[bleakdecember]

[Akechi considers. He's in a terrible mood, really, but getting a robe would be the quickest way to get rid of him.

So Akechi grumbles and returns to the hall, fetching a bathrobe which he tosses to the floor for Sherwood to fetch. He still watches closely.]

...Why do you need gloves?

[He says, wearing his own.]

[rebrandedwarlock]

[Sherwood quirks his head slightly, an all together boyish gesture for a man his age. Such a question means he must be far from home, indeed. It already felt that way, but Akechi's confusion makes it most clear,]

Why, I must admit a Druid's hands are dangerous things. Best to cover them up, as one might sheath a trusty sword- or a knife. As it were.

[The fact Akechi has his own gloves on doesn't escape Sherwood's notice, his eyesight growing poorer the closer than young man gets. The man is farsighted in ways both literal and figurative.]

You wear them yourself, young sir, might I ask your own reason?

iii.

[blumenthal]

[ There's a moment where Caleb thinks he's being caught rather than halted. Dizzy as he is, he might have stumbled right into the doorframe otherwise. But the words register, as does the authority in the hand on his shoulder, and he lifts his gaze to take in the other man's face. The piercing blue of his eyes may be slightly clouded by a mild fever, but they're calculating as ever.

He's mildly surprised to find that the guest--doctor?--barring his exit is a man who appears several decades his senior. Though only in his mid-thirties, Caleb often feels like an old man, but never more so than in these last few months among a crowd that seems to skew decidedly younger, many of the people he's slept with included. He might find the novelty of this man's visible age refreshing if he wasn't so eager to leave. Medical settings are neither here nor there, but the prevalence of medical instruments unsettles him more than a little. ]

I see no reason to stay when-- [ Feeling a telltale flutter in his throat, he ducks his head down just in time to cough up several star-shaped white flowers whole. Apple blossoms again. His accented voice already skews soft and raspy, but all the coughing and friction on his throat has made it quieter and rougher still. ] --when I can be cured just as effectively elsewhere.

[ They're fairly similar in build at first glance, though Caleb is a few inches shorter. But he isn't physically strong even on a good day, and in his current state there is no hope at all of him shouldering his way past. There is always magic, of course, but he would really prefer to avoid making a scene. His brow furrows. ]

What is it you want?

[rebrandedwarlock]

[The other man's age does certainly clock for Sherwood and he only just got here. It didn't take him long to realize he's far in years compared to most swept away to this hotel. Not that he's one to complain about so many pretty, young things about. How eager any might be to play with a man three times their age is yet to be seen...

Seeing Caleb is likely a man only half his age is rather funny to find unique as Sherwood does.]

Why, I want what all men do, [Sherwood's grip squeezes and loosens back up on that shoulder, a gesture of camraderie. He pushes his other forward to share a firm handshake, if Caleb will take him up on it. Thattaboy.]

To help those in need. [This is his play, one of good grace and generosity given... because that is the easiest thing to leverage when it matters. People will always remember a favor given with a demand for nothing in return... at least, the loyal ones will.

Sherwood likes to align himself with the loyal ones. He considers this a test,]

Sherwood of the Unque- [he stops his introduction, gives a huff of a laugh at himself, before correcting casually,] Of the Springtide Clan.

And yourself, old boy?

[blumenthal]

[ He feels rather muscled into that handshake, but has no real objection to it, though his grip is even weaker than usual at the moment. But hands are an intimate thing for any dedicated arcanist, and Caleb's hands tell a great deal about him, work-rough palms with long, squarish fingers that manage to be graceful despite the calluses that mark him as a man who spends a great deal of time writing.

In Caleb's experience, those who lead with a proclamation of virtue are often veiling more sinister intent. But he is also aware that his experience often lends itself to paranoia, so while wariness is his default, he also tries to keep an open mind. Sherwood's slip of the tongue does catch his notice, but doesn't tell him much. Too many possible reasons to go making assumptions just yet. ]

Caleb Widogast.

[ As usual, that is all he offers. Lightheaded, it takes him a moment longer to collect his thoughts than it normally would. He's good at playing the polite young man when he needs to, and that seems like the best way to feel out what he can expect here. Sherwood mentioned a deal, and those always go both ways. ]

Your help is appreciated, Herr Sherwood, but I am not so sure what you mean to do for me. Am I being kept here for my own sake?

[rebrandedwarlock]

[Caleb's suspicion is well founded. Sherwood is generous and giving, but he will always leverage the affections he earns down the line. He considers such things investments, as he is a man with his eyes always on the future. The hand he's shaking tells him plenty of Caleb from their particular kind of wear and tear, though Sherwood would presume him some manner of alchemist or chef.]

A pleasure, Sir Widogast. Or Caleb? Should you prefer such informality. [Sherwood does not let their hands go, leaned in close to speak nearer Caleb's ear. They are discussing something of an escape, after all. Best to talk close and quiet.]

Your sake as much as those beyond these walls. It is unclear how this troublesome affliction spreads... if you're helped before leaving, there is no such fret. [which is why he shouldn't leave, buuuut-]

You say you can be cured just as easily elsewhere, but do you have such a partnership secured for yourself?

ii.

[bountyfull]

[ Vash has never been sick a day in his long life. He'd had no concerns about catching the blooming disease, but here he is currently hacking his lungs out, and in front of someone to boot. He takes the offered garbage can with something that can only be described as a miserably disgusting kind of noise. More wet flowers tumble into the bucket, a strange mix of bright red geraniums and something decidedly, alarmingly alien looking. He's so busy coughing up the entire contents of his lungs in misery that he almost ALMOST misses what's said, and the there-but-not judgment.

Vash straightens up and whips his head over to look at Sherwood, his expression a mix between offended, aggrieved and embarrassed. ]

W— Haha!! No no. You've got the wrong Idea! [ He's still got a grip on the trash can but his prosthetic hand is waving about in front of him like he's trying to wipe away the misunderstanding. He wheezes a little and then slumps forward again with a grimace. ]

Definitely not that.

[rebrandedwarlock]

Doth protest too much, but I won't tell. Promise. [Sherwood winks, absolutely not believing Vash's claims. While not a concept in his own world, as a volunteer doctor, he was given a brief rundown about something something confidentiality. He can take as much to heart despite his unfamiliarity with the concept, because gaining people's trust is a practical thing to do. Always.

With a wiggle of cloth gloved fingers, Sherwood reaches right into that bucket and... plucks out on of the something flowers. How interesting, indeed! Like a starry night sky, if somewhat gooey from bodily fluids. He's entirely unbothered, morbidly fascinated, even.]

I've seen many the flower and plant sprout from a Druid, but nothing like this. Are you familiar with it?

[bountyfull]

The geraniums, yeah. But... [ He shakes his head eventually. He's never seen a flower like that before, but he does feel a weird connection to it, maybe, if he thinks about it hard enough. Fluid covered as it is, it does seem to twinkle a little, the stamens still glowing dully. ]

It feels familiar but maybe that's because they're coming out of my mouth. [ He laughs, the sound a little weak. He's kind of resigned to the reality of whatever this is. He holds the bucket out again, so that the soggy (ew?) flower can be tossed back in. He's pretty sure you don't wanna keep that, Sherwood.

...just as quick as he's offered it though he's dropping it in favor of covering his mouth as another coughing fit ricochets through his chest. Yeah, he's pretty sure he hates this. ]

Sorry. [ He manages, again, after a moment. ]

[rebrandedwarlock]

I do suppose, in that way, they are something of family. A part of you. [he laughs, a breezily jovial attitude about the whole situation. Vash offers him to put the flower back into the bucket, but Sherwood reaches in instead to take two more of this peculiar flower out.

He is, in fact, keeping them. Sherwood is curious to see if he can revive them and propagate more for personal study. That is his true expertise, being a healer is just something he stumbled into.

The flowers are set aside on a medical tray to dry out and fully die off. Can't resurrect something if it isn't actually dead yet, after all.]

No need for apologies when you are ill, what a rotten state to be in. Are you usually quite healthy and spry?

iii

[serpendipity]

[ After having dealt with her own... condition earlier, Jisu had started helping out at the clinic as well. Helping sooth throats and making sure all else was fine before the patients worked on the cure themselves. In a few ways, it was convenient that everyone needed to double up, at the least. Some had more than that, but the odds of them being able to be released were higher that way. The important thing was that they no longer had to worry about where vines and petals were coming from.

It's difficult having such a keen sense of smell at times, especially in this time of year. In some ways, it left her feeling jealous, or something else. Nothing logical, of course. Unless you counted biological; in which case, there was all too much of it. It's almost kept her with a healthy flush along her face the entirety of volunteering.

Then there was a tickle. After trying her best to keep the productive coughs subtle, the young (appearing) woman made move to leave, getting past one area and so close before getting caught.

Looking up at the man, half a foot taller than her, it was easy to see the way the pupils in her silver eyes dilated before quickly looking over to the gloved hand on her shoulder. ]

I'm not-

[ There was no use arguing that she wasn't afflicted, not even thinking to before having to turn her head to cough out a single pale pink petal. Which was good, in that it had yet to get extreme. While initially getting ready to argue that they weren't about to make any deals, the cough completely ruined the stance she was about to take. How embarrassing, to be one of the volunteer doctors and one of the afflicted. ]

I'm not sure what sort of deal you're thinking of. However, there is a good reason...

[rebrandedwarlock]

[He steadies her with his hand on that shoulder, a firm grip with some authority behind a comforting, short motion of his thumb.]

Steady there, lass. You've seen firsthand how miserable this affliction is to endure. [Sherwood has definitely noticed them around the clinic, while they have only passed by one another and this is their first direct interaction, she caught his attention.

There is just something about her, a unique sense that tickles the branching antlers on his temple. His specialty is magic that binds to the soul, it echoes off of them in an... interesting way. Unfamiliar magic, and therefore, a curiosity to Sherwood.]

What could make for a good reason?

[serpendipity]

I've more than seen it.

[ An admission said only loud enough for the older appearing gentleman to hear. Well, aside from anyone that may have as high a sense of hearing as she did smell. Her ocular focus is towards the hand, concentrating on the motion of the thumb, knowing exactly the intentions behind it all. ]

There- [ She paused in trying to think of the most normal way to describe things. In the end, she opted for making it sound more clinical without further explanations. ] -may be an increased risk for the condition reoccurring for me. Especially now that there's an official treatment announced.

[ Even now, she was at odds on how much needed to be shared, and if she could make it sound normal enough. ]

[rebrandedwarlock]

My, oh my, caught it before already, have you? Tt tt... [that's what Sherwood gathers from her admissions, sounding more pitying than judgmental towards her. There is a similar disease to this one among his people, afflicting the Druids and those they have dalliances with, specifically. A mark of promiscuity and unrequited emotional energy finding no seed from which to blossom...

Sherwood cannot help but think this is something similar, which is why the cure being the same as the cause is so strange to him in particular.]

What a shame, to suffer this time and time over. A recurring case is not something you should be bringing out into the wider resort environment, now is it?

iii

[pyrolyzed]

[ And here, he'd thought he'd found the perfect chance to slip away while the staff was distracted with some new patient who'd barfed a lungful of thistles all over the floor. So focused on keeping an eye on the other staff members milling around, Fuuta almost walks straight into the sudden obstruction that appears in the doorway.

It's only at the last second that he catches himself with a startled yelp -- which transitions into a series of wet coughs. At least Fuuta's wearing a medical mask, and he ducks his head into the crook of his elbow until the coughing fit subsides, before looking grudgingly up at Sherwood. ]

I already got the diagnosis, alright? [ His gaze flickers down, towards the hand clasped on his shoulder, then nervously back up. Why is this guy so huge. ] I get it. I'll go ... deal with it. [ He will not, he's definitely going to procrastinate. ] Just don't see the point of keeping me stuck here when you guys are obviously overcrowded.

[rebrandedwarlock]

We're overburdened because allowing people to leave means they do not do as prescribed. Then they end up right back here... only in more desperate shape.

[Sherwood's hand moves from Fuuta's shoulder to his forehead, gloved fingers carding through his bangs to push them aside. With a flick of a gloved hand, he presses the underside of his wrist to the young man's forehead, feeling his temperature that way, rather than removing his gloves to do so with his palm. He hums, thoughtfully,]

Do you feel feverish or quite well?

[pyrolyzed]

Yeah, well, I'm not gonna be like that, so --

[ He hadn't be expecting that shift of Sherwood's hand, and Fuuta gives a startled little squeak when there are fingers suddenly carding through his hair. It catches him just off-guard enough that he's frozen for a moment, staring wide-eyed and red-faced, but he swats that hand away in obviously flustered fashion. ]

I'm fine! [ He's not. He's definitely running a slight fever, and there's a gravely edge to his voice from the flower petals still lurking in his lugs. ] I'm fine. And it's ... illegal to keep patients against their will, you know. You can't call yourself a doctor if you don't even know that!

[ He is absolutely just pulling this bullshit out of his ass. ]

[rebrandedwarlock]

You are burning up. [Sherwood exaggerates, but given Fuuta's state of fluster, he's sure he'll get away with it. He isn't actually a doctor, but he will not be out-bullshitted, that's for sure.]

Perhaps that is true where you are from, but not here. I've been given clear directions and it would be irresponsible to set you free. [the hand that Fuuta bat away from his forehead just dips beneath the young man's chin and tickles clothed fingertips along his throat. If he was holding back the urge to cough, that's probably going to jolt the impulse from him,]

I suppose I could be convinced to make accommodations... if you have proof of someone ready and waiting to treat you, and promptly upon your leave.

ii

[malpwactice]

[Inevitably, the people treating the disease are subject to the disease. Aak doesn't care as much, having sent a phone blast out to try and get in touch with someone who would come "cure" him. The biggest source of annoyance was that as long as he was coughing up petals he wasn't able to get back to his blood samples. He couldn't even take his own blood sample. How offensive! It's his blood!]

[And here he's got some old guy he doesn't recognize metaphorically patting his back.]

Good. [he hacks a cough and then blows a few spittle-laden petals into the air. They barely catch any air before falling pitifully onto his pant legs.]

I'll take reckless, I'll take promiscuous, but I ain't mixing them.

[rebrandedwarlock]

They are rather difficult to separate, especially for you Night Elves.

[Yeah, he's just presumed that's what Aak is. He has all the features of one! Small, fuzzy, and with a dark coloration.

The grouchy sass is also pretty common for their kind, in Sherwood's experience.]

What vampire are you bound to? Couldn't be Vaughan, I would smell him on you.

[malpwactice]

[All of Sherwood's commentary gets a skeptical look from Aak. It was certainly new for someone to sound sure of what he was, even if they were completely wrong. He can't tell if he likes it. And then he asks about being bound? To a vampire?]

Midnight's just a loud coworker. [outing a vampire, although, it's not as if he was super secretive about it]

So, no binding to no vampire as of yet, gramps.

[rebrandedwarlock]

No? How interesting. Is being a Night Elf hereditary? [He tries to take no offense to gramps, having never had children of his own, let alone grandchildren. Just of that age, alas...]

Perhaps you're from another time or place than I am, kitten.

[if he's getting stuck with gramps, Aak is getting stuck with kitten. Two can play at that game.]