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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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[It normally wouldn't affect him much, but the effect of his smile and gaze has Felix flushing and looking away, firmly avoiding eye contact.]
Doesn't that get troublesome, being so helpful that it's your nature?
[Yeah, this guy really reminds him of Mercedes somehow.]
...I'm Felix.
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[healer problems, Felix. he's not pushy on eye contact though, so there's that.]
Any nature has its share of troubles, I think. What's important is that those troubles don't outweigh the benefits. I'm helpful, but not a pushover.
[well, not a pushover in any way that matters. in any case, as they reach the edge of the dome he can dust off some of the powdery pollen that's been clinging to them the whole damn walk, for all it helps.]
It's good to meet you, Felix, circumstances notwithstanding.
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[He rubs at his temple as he mentally retraces his steps, but it's hard to think in the state he's in.]
...I... was tasting the flowers. I mean, the nectar. I don't know what compelled me, I don't like sweet flavors anyway...
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[the nectar. of course he tried the nectar in the horny butterfly place with all the pollen. like, Olivine hasn't put them together yet, but it's concerning—nothing else quite as much as that revelation though.]
A compulsion... mm. It wouldn't be the first time this place has taken that route to push people into what it wants. Which— [there's a pause as he considers if he even wants to say it, to put that inconvenience out there and (maybe more importantly) risk being seen as an opportunist.] —which most likely means its intended fix is related to sex.
Barring that, I can see if I can isolate the cause, but without knowing more about the flower than we do, that'll be difficult.
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[He's taken aback at the next thing Olivine says. A heated blush crawls up his face as that information sinks in. He's read enough of the given information that it does sound like the true conclusion... He frowns and looks away as he considers this. It's difficult to really get a helpful thought while his body is aching for relief; if anything, his arousal just got more intense.]
[He abruptly scoffs and reaches up to fix his loosened hair, tying it tight back into a long ponytail.]
...Fine, I get it. I'll do it. That's preferable to trying to wait this out.
[Maybe. He's never actually had sex before, he has trouble even looking people in the eye. But the difference here is instead of being an unnecessary distraction, it's the way to get his body back in better condition.]
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[There's a touch of amusement there, a little sigh. But—the shift is more important to him.
Olivine has seen it on occasion, of course. Consideration, frustration, weighing the consequences—he's been a priest long enough, talked to people enough, to see those little signs. Or... not so little signs, really. To be so afflicted that you'll ignore your own norms to get relief is difficult, no matter what the circumstance.
But as Felix fixes his hair, Olivine... blinks owlishly as his brain catches up from the space of "figure out the actual trigger in the plant."]
Ah— [a pause, and Olivine inhales a slow breath. At least they're not in the butterfly dome anymore. And at least, he supposes, he'll be able to monitor any changes in what passes for Felix's "essence."] I'm happy to help you through this, if you're sure... Broken Wing is probably a little far under the circumstances, but I can... acquire one of the private rooms for us, if you'd like. And in the meantime: is there any urge associated with the feeling of dehydration, or is it simply that...?
[this is definitely a bit awkward, but like. Olivine is sort of used to that. He's not detached by any means, but there's definitely plenty of professionalism here.]
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I... thought I would go find a certain fool who propositioned me earlier, just to make it quick. But... if you're serious...
[He supposes he should say something to make this situation sound less like a chore. Olivine has been too helpful to be completely mean to.]
And I guess... you're not... unattractive.
[He's really terrible at giving praise. It's true though, Olivine doesn't look bad to him. He drags a hand over his face and groans.]
Yes. I have urges.
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[this isn't easy for him, that much is clear. Apparently he's also bad at praise, which is kind of cute actually? It reminds him of Rei trying to convince him that he's such a bad man...]
I apologise for the... frank questions, Felix, but it does help me know how best to help you.
[He offers a hand before starting walking again, fully expecting it to be ignored or walked past—at which point he'll just start forward himself. There's no real expectation to it, after all. The rooms aren't too far now, at least. Felix will just have to ignore the... supplies the resort furnishes them all with.
Or ask questions. The priest is happy to answer anything really.]
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[He's working up the nerve to say something, and it comes out rather bluntly, his face hot and blushed.]
...I want to use my mouth. ...That's... the urge you asked me about... I'm almost sure.
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the quiet feels tense, and that alone is enough to sort of set him up to expect the blurted words. glancing to Felix, he nods acknowledgement, brushing his hair back with his free hand.]
... then I can definitely help you with that. And if it doesn't work, we'll figure out what will.
[it's a promise, spoken without even a hint of lascivious intent. this situation sucks, especially for Felix, and he just wants to help.
which starts, of course, with getting into a private room and locking the door. it's clean and fresh, smells nice, and all the trappings of it being a sex resort are... well, not exactly hidden, but not as blatant as some rooms. they got lucky this time.]
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I'm not made for this, so I'll defer to you. I've struck more people with a sword than I've ever touched with my hands...
[His voice croaks from the dryness, and he places himself in the center of the room to show readiness, watching Olivine without meeting his eyes.]
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[a gentle admonishment, to be sure. after all, everyone had to start somewhere, right? his brows furrow in compassion at that croaking though—whatever had happened, it's certainly doing nothing short of indiscriminate harm. so he doesn't drag things out, taking one of Felix's hands to guide him to the bed.]
Mm, there are... a few ways to do this. I can stand while you sit, you can kneel on the floor, or... we can both settle on the bed. I'm happy to work with any of them.
[while he waits, Olivine shifts to deal with untying the front of his trousers, honestly glad he's just gotten into the habit of wearing easier to remove clothing... even if it's still as intricate as ever.]
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Hmph. So what would you say you're made of, then?
[He takes the hand that had just been holding his own, and brings it up. He touches his lips lightly to Olivine's thumb, considering the digit like it's practice for what's ahead.]
...I won't mind getting on my knees.
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Hmm... I wonder. Maybe you can tell me what you think...?
[His fingers are soft and delicate with just a few calluses here and there—from reading and writing mostly. And that thumb traces across Felix's lips to give him a little more sensation, sweet and warm.]
Then by all means... or are you planning to try to get me to make you move? Hehe.
[more and more people seem to be bringing out this side of him of late.]
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If you want me to judge you, I'll do that when I'm done with you.
[He has some easily-said and colorful descriptions for most people he knows, but he's still figuring Olivine out. But the suggestion to make him move has him raising a brow. Even a playful implication of struggle has him thinking about fighting. His breath catches a little at the responding touch on his lips.]
You can try to make me move if you want to. I don't go down easily.
[For now, he presses his tongue to the pad of Olivine's thumb, then slowly pulls it into his mouth while continuing to lick down to the join between it and his forefinger. His hand squeezes at Olivine's wrist while he holds his hand steady. So far, this is coming surprisingly easy.]
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[no one has really given him that many descriptions to his knowledge (probably just to his knowledge), so of course he does have to wonder. but really, he's still more focused on Felix getting what he needs right now. the teasing is... a nice little addition, mostly.]
If I want to... hm. I don't expect you would be easy, no.
[Olivine is quite used to men who are deceptively strong, and Felix, for what it's worth, definitely holds himself like a fighter. for as much as the priest really knows fighters, that is.
anyway, for now the shorter man is unopposed in his machinations, his thumb shifting only lightly as it slips into his mouth. it's always... well, a little fascinating to watch how different people approach this. of course, a thumb is a poor indicator for the effort of actually going down on someone, but it's a good start. at least he'd found it good enough when he did.
there's a slow shift in pressure then, his fingers curling lightly over Felix's chin and pressing back a little. more of an urging than an actual effort to force him, but they can always play when the other isn't so... parched, if he wants to keep going.]
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[He releases his thumb, trailing his lips down his palm and scraping teeth against the inside of his wrist. Exploring with his mouth as he gets himself used to the other man's skin and warmth. He thinks Olivine smells pleasant, not sickly sweet like a perfumed person.]
...Well, let me see it.
[Releasing his wrist, he slides backwards until he's kneeling on the floor between Olivine's legs, resting an arm over one of his knees. He tugs at the end of the tie Olivine had been working on undoing, fixated on it like a cat with a string.]
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As to himself, there's a light shiver as teeth graze the skin of his wrist, scent light and milky even. Definitely nothing like a perfume, to say the least. Fingertips graze over his cheek just briefly.]
Of course, of course.
[There's a quiet fondness to the acknowledgement, understanding in that this is not... easy for everyone. So his fingers reach to pull the last bit of that tie free, fingers slipping into the hem of his pants to push them down alongside his underwear. He's—proportionally sized really, if only half-hard at the moment.]
I can... try to guide you, if you'd like, but this is mostly about figuring out what you enjoy. So just take your time.