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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.
FREE PIGGY BACK RIDE LFGO
Do you wanna get outta here fucking laid or not???
[ she raises one arm up to shield her eyes from the glare of the sun and squints, glancing one way and then the other. ]
.........Hey- [ she starts lightly patting his head without looking where her hand is going.... which means she's gently slapping him in the face. ] I think I see the way out! [ the pitch of her voice rises a little in her excitement and her weight shifts forward as she leans over his head a little more. ] It's this way! [ she points.... her thighs squeezing his head gently. giddy up? ]
LET'S FATE/GRAND ORDEEEEEEEEEER
[ The fact that what he just bemoaned about could be taken both ways is not lost on him. But at this stage, he doesn't care anymore. She's one extra bratty response away from being dropped like they were performing a pro wrestling move.
Think they call this one the electric chair drop.]I'm gonna bite suck those goddamn fingers if you don't— [ slap slap slap get angry get angry get 💢 ] —cut that out!
[ "It's this way!" Followed by squeezing her thighs around his head. ...he's too pissed to even think about how soft they feel when she's not tensing them up. But with an aggravated sigh, Ragna...abides. Because like it or not, she can finally see just over the hedges. Now whether or not she wants out or takes them farther in towards the centre? That's going to be her call as she demonstrates her Riding rank. ]
Goddammit, okay! Let's just get this over with!
[ In which Ragna proceeds to start walking. ]
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Huh, everything looks so different from up here... [ is this what it's like not to be vertically challenged? Mordred rests her arms on top of his fluffy bed of hair- he's probably going to need to fix it once they're through. for now, though, it makes a nice comfy resting place... at least she stopped hitting him in the face?
instead, her little legs swing gently where they're left dangling off his shoulders, lightly thump thump thump-ing him in his big bara chest with the backs of her heels. not the sharp pointy kind, thankfully, she's just got whatever pair of sneakers she managed to salvage from a welcome basket. not necessarily hers, but, details... ] It's kinda nice bein' tall felt up.
[ ..... close enough. ]
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No shit. [ He has no idea what this girl's deal was, despite getting the vibe that she could be significantly more dangerous than her appearance would have one think. But judging by her reaction to this, her little legs swinging and gently thudding against his chest in a non-irritable fashion, he eases up just a slight bit on his aggressiveness as he glances up to catch her in his peripheral view. ] You never ridden on somebody's shoulders before?
[ In the meantime, ignoring what she just said as he keeps a surprisingly gentle yet firm hold on her thighs so she won't accidentally topple back or forth, Ragna follows her lead as they traverse through roses, tulips, even a multicoloured pathway of forget-me-nots that used to be so much harder to find up here... ]
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No? When would I have done that? [ ... oh, right. most people probably experience this sort of thing as children, huh? being carried around by an older sibling or a parent... her legs stop swinging. Mordred's expression darkens somewhat and she turns her head to avoid his gaze, pointedly staring at the flowers as if she found them at all interesting... and then suddenly, she actually does.
some of the more prominent flowers in this section are small and blue with a pop of gold and they remind her of someone specific... ]
...What kind of flowers are those?
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Nnnever mind, then. [ A beat. Not everyone got to experience this in their childhood, he imagines. As he reflects on what he just said, he realizes how reckless that question was in the first place. Not that Ragna was actively trying to glean into her life or show empathy, but that thought causes him to rear back nonetheless. The question does get her to stop swinging her legs and thumping against his chest, something that earns the knight a glance up from between her legs as he catches the shift in her expression.
Thought as much... But he doesn't say a thing about it, nonetheless. It's Mordred's piqued curiosity at the flowers that also brings his mismatched hues forward and on the section of flowers. Flowers that...hold significance to him in kind, actually. They come in multiple colours. But for these blue and gold-popped blossoms in particular? ]
Didn't take you for an aspiring botanist. [ Okay. One more relaxed taunt of his own, as if he was almost forgetting she's on his shoulders as he comes to a stop for now. ] They're called Forget-Me-Nots.
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aaanyway... Mordred hasn't ever cared much for flowers, she never really got the hype. she'd seen the other knights of the round gift roses to ladies they favored as a token of their affection during her time in Camelot. not that any of them maintained a life suited for romance but that didn't keep a few of them from trying... mainly Gawaiin
her whore of a big brother. thinking of him her chest puffs with a hint of laughter. what an idiot.she never actually spent much time around flowers herself, unless she was patrolling the royal garden, but even then she wasn't particularly preoccupied with the variety of blossoms that decorated the grounds. she'd always been focused on other things... though now that she's
forcedtaking time to appreciate them, she guesses they're pretty enough to look at- not unlike most women in that way...? maybe that's why so many girls fawn over them??? she honestly can't be too sure and she really doesn't care enough to delve any deeper than that. she's just glad the flowers aren't making her want to fuck someone's brains out, which apparently could very well have been a real possibility in this place.... ]... Weird name. [ forget-me-nots... as if she could ever manage to forget the person that came to mind. though, maybe that's the irony of it? ]
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[ The subtle puff in her chest as she laughs isn't lost on him either. Did they remind her of something too? His gaze, usually so narrowed and hard holds traces of a softer curiosity to them. Still, he manages to bite his tongue. Something told him this girl wasn't about to spill the beans on these retraces of memory lane. He doesn't know her well enough to even consider prying in the first place. Ragna, meanwhile, takes a step closer to the wall of blossoms, still keeping Mordred secure on his shoulders as he reaches out to gently flirt the back of his fingers along tiny petals. ]
Yeah, but ironically enough, you don't get forget 'em if they're part of your life one way or another.
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huh, soft... ]
You some kinda flower specialist? [ botanist, Mordred, jfc. ]
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No. I just got to learn a lot about plants when I was younger. What was good to eat, what to avoid, what can be used for medicine...
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she pointedly ignores the strange feeling in her gut, forcing herself to arrive at the most likely conclusion: that he'd shifted his grip to keep better hold of her at that particular angle. having had her fill of the flowers the small blonde urges herself to sit back upright, faint traces of heat still lingering in her cheeks. ]
That's uh... [ she clears her throat. ] Must be pretty useful. [ Ragna knows a lot about plants, has big hands, and he can reach the top shelf. noted. ] ... H-Hey, I think, the curse might be gone? [ neither of them have said anything sexual in a minute... so why does she feel so nervous all of a sudden? ]
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The less anybody brings attention to his actions, the better. He won't have to
become Tsunderagnaget snippy out of thin air. The moment he draws back once he can feel her righting herself, his mismatched hues drift up from between her legs, back to securely hooking her thighs as he catches the subtle traces of red in her cheeks. ...That's a new look on her. Flustering cheeks, blonde hair and vivid emerald eyes... ]...
[ "... H-Hey, I think, the curse might be gone?" ]
Huh? [ ...come to think of it, she's only been mouthing off at him for the past couple minutes non-sexually now. ] Hey, you're right... Think it's some kinda proximity thing to that stupid chest? [ A beat. ] No...prolly just some shit that's worn off.
[ Great. Now they can threaten each other with a good time for real. ]
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putting aside their sext-to-speak debacle from earlier, Ragna doesn't seem like the type to try and pull one over on her. so weirdly enough, he's shaping up to be one of the more semi-trustworthy seeming people she's encountered during her stay so far- which, honestly isn't that many. of course, she's still new so maybe further down the road that will change... even if her standards are pretty high.
at least for right now it seems likely they can band together long enough to find their way out of this stupid maze sooner rather than later. hopefully without anymore sexual innuendos. ]
I'm guessin' shit like that happens a lot here?
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[ At this stage, it's...best not to mince his words. Sorry, Mordred. Tough as you sound, even he's succumbed under the pressure. But at least the two of them can get a move-on now, trusting in her to continue to point him in a general direction towards the front entrance of the Cloud Dwelling Gardens. If there are treasure chests? This time, he's keen on ignoring them. Knowing their luck, it was bound to be some sex toy or book neither of them were interested in.
...He can only assume she wasn't interested in them. ]
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Damn, is nothin' sacred around here???
[ that's honestly the most upsetting thing he's said this entire time... and he said a lot of fucked up shit to her. while visibly annoyed, she at least seems to be taking his warning to heart and begins second guessing everything she's eaten since arriving...
any treasure chests get glared at in passing, even going so far as to stick her tongue out at some of them. piss off stupid cursed treasure we don't fuck w/u OR your bottomless supply of sex gadgets!! ┌П┐(▀̿Ĺ̯▀̿ ̿)
though now that she's thinking about food she realizes she's pretty damn hungry... enough for her stomach to start growling. ]
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[ Better that she be warned ahead of time rather than having it all get snuck up on her in such an ugly fashion. ...Granted, if all the toys and the explicit curse 'treasure' chest was any indicator, Ragna can tell that she's already preparing herself for the worst of it all. If nothing else, he holds stock in himself being...well. Okay. He's a "bad guy" back home, but at least human decency isn't dead with him if he's given a chance to goddamn show it. ]
...?
[ Yeah there was. No mistaking that kind of growl. Tao's stomach rumbles in a similar fashion. And when it does, he's the one that's prone to footing the bill.
Speaking of which, with a heaved sigh and a droop of his shoulders slightly: ]
You hungry?