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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
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you know, i actually saw one of those at a precinct. don't even know why they use it, because it's not admissible in any DC court. it's pseudoscience.
i used to during my deployment. did four tours. that's how i know you being a war hero doesn't make you fuckable.
i wouldn't mind a cigarette right now.
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That right? And how long did it take them to come to that conclusion? Ballpark it for me.
Well, that's nothing to sniff at. What'd you come out with besides the nightmares and the scars?
[his rank. his trauma. whatever he wants to share.]
I've got one with your name on it. Come and get it - or do you prefer "fetch"?
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my life. thanks to the president.
the nightmares and the scars are a close second, though.
[ god — so much more. the truest taste of love, being fucked beyond his wildest dreams, discovering his place and purpose at ash’s side, only for merlin to take it all away, to force him to break both ash’s heart and his own. ]
this is a thing for you?
the leash, the collar, me going woof and wagging my tail?
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What lie do you think you'd pass? Or is that a dinner-only question? Tell me yours and I'll give you mine.
He sounds like a real hero, one you must respect enough if you followed him into politics.
Alright fine, I got a souvenir too. Mine - nasty spot under my left shoulder blade. Yours?
Christ, no. But you started it - not me, and they say when the lady doth protest...
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i followed him? he wanted to fuck off and raise horses in montana. i pushed him into politics, because it was my inevitable future and misery loves company. also, he's good at it.
you could've just shown me. would've been sexier. [ trying to make light of a heavy topic is the only way he knows how to drive the darkness away, the flash of bullets and morphine and the cold weight of death skittering down his spine. ] shoulder, too. and my leg. took me three months to walk again, but hey, i'm good as new now.
if you don't want me to act like a dog, then you want me to act like a lady instead?
[ he's half serious. ]
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Oh. So you hate horses or you're just not much for the country?
[ding ding ding, something about duty probably and he was definitely right that there was more going on. so much for mccarthy's executive order.]
Don't worry, we'll get to that. Where'd they stick you to recover? Mine was after Velletri - nice little cabin in upstate Delaware. By little I mean the kind of thing politicians refer to as a "comfortable" country house.
God no, I'd take the dog over that.
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i grew up with horses and boats and my own fucking lake. i like the city. there's a broader pool of people to choose from.
they didn't send me back to the states. i stayed in carpathia. they wanted to — courtesy of my mother's influence — but i didn't want to come back. not when the war was officially a war, and i wasn't gonna leave the guy who carried me on his back to keep me alive.
turns out that gets you a lot of votes, too.
[ but — velletri? hm. ]
no women at all, then?
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Guess we can take off humble from your list. Country's not all bad though - you ever been hunting? Skinny dipping?
Carpathia. [never fucking heard of it. maybe it's some new development in 40 years he's missed.] I'll bet it does. But it doesn't sound like that was on your mind until later.
So what happened with you two? Can't just be a disagreement about home decorating and school districts.
Try again.
[yes tho :'(]
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skinny dipping is more my speed. there's nothing else to do in the country but get naked anyway.
i didn't enlist for votes. i didn't even intend to run. my plan was to be like you, maybe aim a little higher to keep the family legacy intact, but i joined up because it sounded like an adventure and it would look good on my resume. there wasn't a war when i joined.
what do you mean? nothing happened. he's finally found a nice girl and the whole country couldn't be happier. america's hero and america's sweetheart. storybook perfection. i like her, too. she likes to read. i just hope i don't miss the wedding, being here.
[ god, he's such a good fucking liar. give him the damned polygraph. ]
let's stop the theatrics. you can't be out in politics. not if you want to be successful.
some people don't want to understand that, but i know that you do.
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Helps if you've got good aim, though. Bagging a buck is more fun than you might think.
Mm. So no to Montana, no to closed doors, but yes to having his back in every other way that matters. Sounds like you've got this whole thing down pat - probably end up best man, yeah?
[nice try. but jesus, is everyone just as fucked up about this? 40 years later and still nothing to show for it?]
I've watched men and women walk out in front of a moving vehicle or put a bullet in their head rather than get outed to their wives and kids and colleagues. It's not just about success. Where I come from - it's life and death.
Or so I hear. My office isn't as high as yours and all.
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does that require you to keep both hands on the buck? i'm good at that.
of course. ash is my best friend. you'd like him too, if you met him.
bet he'd get your vote.
[ jesus. embry is all too familiar — he'd agonized over don't ask, don't tell when he'd finally got back to base after his three months of rehab and gotten a cruel reminder from merlin of all people that his lovesick emails could get him tossed out on his ass, no matter how much privilege the moore named held. all he'd wanted was to be with ash, and instead he'd had to lie to his face and tell him he wasn't enough for embry to love.
and all these years later, he's stuck in his lie. because no, nothing has changed in forty fucking years. ]
you can kill a man, but you can't love them. one of the great constitutional truths of our nation.
so are you gonna be the first guy to buy me a drink here? i've been here for weeks.
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Maybe. Think you might be a little biased. Besides, I've got an eight year plan for a guy. About as good and decent a man as you can be in politics. But I can already guess - you'll say is Ash is like that too.
[what a fucking disappointment the future holds. if this place is anything like embry says - well, maybe it's worth sticking around. it makes him think of kenny, achingly - the way they'd been forced apart for being sweet on each other, the way no one really minded when he'd gone and gotten himself blown to bits in luzon. his father was probably still disappointed he'd pulled through after velletri.]
Crying shame, that. Yeah, I'll buy you a drink. I owe you a cigarette, too.
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yeah? is this one of those situations where you rule from the shadows like in a fantasy novel?
look, i didn't mean for this to get depressing. the truth is, you can be out in politics. ash has all kinds of people on his staff. you just can't be a gay president. or vice president.
maybe some day, but it's not gonna be our term. maybe your guy can take that on.
are you gonna run with him?
now you're just spoiling me with all my bad habits.
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Not a fucking chance. I do my best work where I'm at. Running for VP sounds like a nightmare. No offense.
I'm not sure my guy is the right one for that job. Let's just say he's a little old-fashioned. Product of his time. Those history books teach you anything about Tail Gunner Joe? McCarthy.
Meet me there in two hours. I'll still be wearing the hell out of my suit.