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TDM 04



【 Thank you for choosing the Golden Peacock, 5-star resort and casino. You are currently registered as a WILDCARD in our system.
Due to a high volume of check-ins, temporary accommodations have been made on our brand new beachfront for new guests. We will endeavor to have all guests moved into their reserved rooms as soon as possible. We apologize for any inconvenience. Affected guests may convene with the nearest lifeguard or reception for a complimentary swimsuit, at their earliest convenience.
Please remember that beach-appropriate attire is mandatory. Guests found breaking dress code may be escorted off the beach until they return in proper swimwear. We hope you enjoy your stay, and have a beachy keen experience. 】


BEACHFRONT PROPERTY
A BRAND NEW DEVELOPMENT



As the resort moves into what it claims is summer, the days grow longer. The sun is projected well into the evening, the heat of its warmth dialed up to a level some guests complain is unreasonable. Then there’s the most excessive transformation of all – half the Cloud Dwelling Gardens have been transformed into a sparkling beach of white sands and blue waves, seemingly overnight. Statues nearby have been dressed up with wide hats and stylish sarongs. Upbeat music fills the air without any discernible source.
A section of the beach has been reserved for a collection of bungalows. These cute pastel homes open straight onto the sand, and are comparable in size and amenity to a rank 7 or 8 suite. All screens within these bungalows are fixed to a channel that airs reruns of Boobwatch around the clock, a classic TV series about blue-footed boobys running in slow-motion across the beach. Staff and long-standing guests all agree — there’s no better summer programming than this!
A section of the beach has been reserved for a collection of bungalows. These cute pastel homes open straight onto the sand, and are comparable in size and amenity to a rank 7 or 8 suite. All screens within these bungalows are fixed to a channel that airs reruns of Boobwatch around the clock, a classic TV series about blue-footed boobys running in slow-motion across the beach. Staff and long-standing guests all agree — there’s no better summer programming than this!
FUN IN THE SUN
DON'T FORGET TO OIL UP



What’s a beach without fun and games? Dreadfully boring! That’s why all of the beach classics have been expertly set up by staff, including strip volleyball nets, giant boob-shaped beach balls, and plenty of floaties for use in the shallower areas of the temporary ocean. A row of parasols with paired lounge chairs underneath them are placed in some prime viewing areas for festivities. Any time you get thirsty, there’s always a cooler full of canned drinks conveniently nearby, courtesy of Cock-a-Doodle-Doo’s. Sometimes you can hear the staff whispering to each other, “What if it’s too perfect? We won’t be able to deal with the ratings dip once the beach ends!”
Seashells have been arbitrarily scattered along the shoreline, coming in both natural shapes and ones a little more... erotic. The sexiest ones of all are conch shells that let you hear the moans of another guest when held up to your ear; supposedly, if you hook up with the person on the other end of the shell, you’ll be extra lucky in the casino for the rest of the summer. All in all, it’s a carefully tailored creation that can be called nothing short of paradise.
Seashells have been arbitrarily scattered along the shoreline, coming in both natural shapes and ones a little more... erotic. The sexiest ones of all are conch shells that let you hear the moans of another guest when held up to your ear; supposedly, if you hook up with the person on the other end of the shell, you’ll be extra lucky in the casino for the rest of the summer. All in all, it’s a carefully tailored creation that can be called nothing short of paradise.
NOTES
▶ All new arrivals have been issued four food and four clothing vouchers. These vouchers are as good as money around the resort. The staff will strongly insist on characters picking out "summery" attire with it, though.
▶ Existing characters may be booted into the bungalows or locked out of their room against their will. We leave it up to player discretion if this happens and the degree to which they're removed from their normal suite.
▶ For the Daydream Parasols, wildcards may be afflicted by whichever suit their player prefers for the duration of the dream. This will have no bearing on their suit selection when applying, and suit effects should not manifest once back in the waking world. It's just a dream, after all!
▶ The dreamscape has no explicit time limit, so feel free to make them as long or as short as desired. Dreams should also be sexy first and foremost. While you can include your mom dying in the background if you'd like, you have to be horny about it too.
▶ Existing characters may be booted into the bungalows or locked out of their room against their will. We leave it up to player discretion if this happens and the degree to which they're removed from their normal suite.
▶ For the Daydream Parasols, wildcards may be afflicted by whichever suit their player prefers for the duration of the dream. This will have no bearing on their suit selection when applying, and suit effects should not manifest once back in the waking world. It's just a dream, after all!
▶ The dreamscape has no explicit time limit, so feel free to make them as long or as short as desired. Dreams should also be sexy first and foremost. While you can include your mom dying in the background if you'd like, you have to be horny about it too.


TWINKLING CURRENTS
THE PARTY NEVER STOPS



As the sun sets in a cascade of colors over the water, lamps are lit and floating lights surface from the depths. Stars twinkle in the sky, and Steve is finally released from his smoky shackles. Though the daytime amenities have gone to sleep, the night promises its own set of beachy wonders sure to please even the most distinguished of vacationers.
Flyers posted in the lobby and in the hallways promise of a bar ran by the most enchanting mermaids you could ever want to fuck, as well as a fireworks show in every color, including ones you’ve never heard of. With the seagulls gone to bed, peace settles across the sands, tinted blue, yellow, and pink from the myriad of lights. For those seeking a more subdued, romantic air — this is the beach for you.
Flyers posted in the lobby and in the hallways promise of a bar ran by the most enchanting mermaids you could ever want to fuck, as well as a fireworks show in every color, including ones you’ve never heard of. With the seagulls gone to bed, peace settles across the sands, tinted blue, yellow, and pink from the myriad of lights. For those seeking a more subdued, romantic air — this is the beach for you.
SANDY SCAVENGING
A GAME OF BEACHES



It wouldn't be the Golden Peacock without a game for guests to play! All guests that wander into the beach area may find themselves receiving one of two Watch messages. Some very special guests may even receive both challenges — or continuously receive a new challenge when the last 24 hours is up. The resort just wants you to have the most fun possible!
NOTES
▶ All effects from the swim-up bar last around 2-3 hours, but may be extended by having another drink.


INTO THE DEPTHS
IT'S HIGH TIDE WE GET OUT OF HERE



Though the beach experience is perfect on the surface, things are less elegant behind the scenes. Wave-making machines pulse and rattle down below, shaking the ceiling of the basement suites. Water leaks from pipes, streaking across walls and pooling on the uneven floors. The maintenance levels are abuzz with staff setting out buckets and pans, shooing lost guests away with a heightened level of urgency. Someone got a little too enthusiastic with mopping, they claim. Nothing to worry about at all!
Even the ocean itself isn’t without its issues. Despite appearing as a boundless expanse from the shore, the walls of the Golden Peacock are a very real factor. To avoid any undue damage to the screens that comprise the sky, the sea stops abruptly before it reaches them, cascading into a waterfall all the way down to the depths of the resort. Gentle currents become swirling vortexes and choppy waves, sure to pull down any guests that aren’t careful about where they swim. A few gull-guards patrol the line of buoys that mark the end of the safe swimming area, but the primary line of defense the resort relies on is the utter disinterest most of its guests have.
Even the ocean itself isn’t without its issues. Despite appearing as a boundless expanse from the shore, the walls of the Golden Peacock are a very real factor. To avoid any undue damage to the screens that comprise the sky, the sea stops abruptly before it reaches them, cascading into a waterfall all the way down to the depths of the resort. Gentle currents become swirling vortexes and choppy waves, sure to pull down any guests that aren’t careful about where they swim. A few gull-guards patrol the line of buoys that mark the end of the safe swimming area, but the primary line of defense the resort relies on is the utter disinterest most of its guests have.
NOTES
▶ Any amount of standing water is a valid target for a character’s resurfacing, even something as minor as a glass of water. For situations where a character would not actively fit into the source of their arrival, they will be violently flung out of it, knocking over or spilling it in the process if that’s possible.
▶ As always, players are free to control the level to which their individual characters are affected, and being flooded out of their space is not mandatory.
▶ As always, players are free to control the level to which their individual characters are affected, and being flooded out of their space is not mandatory.

OOC NOTES
▶ BLANKET CW: alcohol; altered states; aphrodisiacs; breeding urge; delusions; forced clotheswearing; hallucinations; harassment and bullying; jealousy; thalassophobia; transformation; unreality
▶ All characters on the TDM are WILDCARDS, which means they have not yet been assigned a card value. The house is still observing and deciding. As rank and suits are assigned upon acceptance your 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 June event. The beach will ICly be present from June 15th - June 30th.
▶ Current characters may top level on the TDM. Any current characters posting to the TDM should note they are current in their subject header.
▶ The top level directory is for new characters only. We want to make sure new characters are prioritized and receive attention!
▶ If you aren't satisfied with these prompts, please feel free to check out our LOCATIONS to explore more of the resort! There are recent additions to the locations page as well, for those who have yet to see them!
▶ 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). The character that does join would still receive a small payout for the encounter. Hopefully it was a fun thread regardless!
▶ 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.
▶ Don't forget your sunscreen! We'd hate for any chicken wings to come out burnt.
▶ All characters on the TDM are WILDCARDS, which means they have not yet been assigned a card value. The house is still observing and deciding. As rank and suits are assigned upon acceptance your 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 June event. The beach will ICly be present from June 15th - June 30th.
▶ Current characters may top level on the TDM. Any current characters posting to the TDM should note they are current in their subject header.
▶ The top level directory is for new characters only. We want to make sure new characters are prioritized and receive attention!
▶ If you aren't satisfied with these prompts, please feel free to check out our LOCATIONS to explore more of the resort! There are recent additions to the locations page as well, for those who have yet to see them!
▶ 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). The character that does join would still receive a small payout for the encounter. Hopefully it was a fun thread regardless!
▶ 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.
▶ Don't forget your sunscreen! We'd hate for any chicken wings to come out burnt.
Concord | OC | Current Player, New Character
I. BEACHFRONT PROPERTY
[Concord is very unsure how he could have blacked out and ended up in a place like this. He'd been out drinking, sure, but he didn't remember the night getting this crazy. There isn't a beach like this anywhere in the Commonwealth of Ulrich. It's completely landlocked out there, mountains and lakes and forests. Nothing tropical. Concord wakes up stunned, paying little mind to the bizarre shackle on his wrist nor the pointless robe he's in, too sheer to do anything for coverage.
He just shrugs that off, moving to the beachfront porch in the full nude. He sits down with his feet in the sand and looks out over the pristine sands, sensing something just... so deeply wrong with the nature of this place. His absurdly long hair is spread out behind him, trailing into the cabana itself. Anybody waking up is likely to step on or slip over it. While his hair is mostly a gleaming silver, it gradients midway through into black. The ends are pitch dark, like shining oil, and quite slick underfoot. Concord jolt full bodied where he sits if it's touched at all,]
Get off. [Phrasing, Concord. He does sound pissed, though. For such a large man, he has a very quiet voice, firm and commanding, but low and not willing to raise the volume even when angered]
II. FUN IN THE SUN
[After getting his bearings some, Concord is out on the beach proper. He's been set up with a black speedo and that's it, but what else does he need? His hair has been tamed into a braid that hangs to the sand and yet never seems to drag or get caught on anything no matter what. Mysterious, but striking.
He keeps getting approached to join Beach Body contests, to be oiled up and shown off flexing. Concord insists he's "not a show pony" and refuses flatly. Besides, isn't the scar on his front unappealing to ogle at? It's on his back, too, conjuring a nasty image of what could have caused it. Concord has no desire to be questioned about that, thanks.
A certain hotel worker's plight ends up catching Concord's attention. Being a virtuous minded sort, always out to do a good deed, Concord goes to fetch water for Steve. Concord returns with a bottle and the water has all leaked out before he could reach the man. Concord goes to get him a glass, but he spills that. So, he goes again... and again...and again, unaware of the curse at play. The unicorn is simply too stubborn to take any of this as a sign to stop trying.
He's also just plain dumb sometimes. Being prime beefcake material and hanging around the BBQ stand, which Concord had no interest in partaking in, means he's being intercepted by plenty of rabbit minded individuals. "I'm sooo thirsty," they say to him or something to that effect. He doesn't get it.]
I can spare this. Take it. [He just shoves a bottle of water their way. This has become his purpose, he supposes]
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Now, however, that's much more difficulty. Instinctively she avoids dangerous, but her wide dragon toes are undiscerning as to where they land. Especially on the sand, where they have to dig in to get much traction. She's been leaving a trail of obvious footprints wherever she goes.
So, point is: yes, she steps on his hair accidentally. She does have the decency to stumble back immediately once she feels the change in texture, landing her back legs and behind into the sand in her scramble. She holds her hands up, apologetically, and her wings droop. It really was just an accident! She swears!]
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He also doesn't balk at her size nor features, even if he does stare back,]
A sphinx? [
Here? Impossible!His question is laced with concern- why not hide her form? It can draw so much unwarranted attention, or outright danger, to flit about so openly as an immortal creature like that,]no subject
Noo. [She should elaborate, but. Well. It's never super easy to talk in this form. Something about how her vocal chords are shifted around, or....]
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[Concord doesn't know what to make of that. He's familiar with basically all the immortal creatures of various lands, being long lived and well traveled enough to have seen even those being that his boundaries did not sustain. What kind of landscape, kind of place, would create a being such as she?
He draws a blank. Not a big thinker, Concord. His tone falls softer, more shielding and protective,]
You should contain that form, if you can. Mortals are about.
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You can't sit around naked in an unfamiliar place! Someone might see you!
[Suddenly the robe is being dropped into Concord's lap. Honestly! Just cover up a little bit until they figure out what happened!
So yeah, Ali is wearing the same kind of robe right now too. It's far too short and see-through for his liking, but he'll fix that in a little bit.]
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Something is comforting about that, but Concord will still make a face,]
Put it on yourself. Maybe two of them will actually be solid enough to matter. [He immediately shoves the robe tossed his way back to Ali. Before, accusingly,]
What did you take me here for? [This is Ali's fault. Must be.]
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Why is it all my fault? I don't even know where 'here' is. And besides, tax season is coming up. I wouldn't disappear during such an important time.
[He crosses his arms.]
In fact, it's more likely that YOU brought ME here!
[He does have a point. Concord has nearly a foot and a hundred pounds on him. Ali would have a hard time dragging Concord anywhere.]
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[Concord doesn't claim to know much about Ali's vision when it comes to modern taxation system through the country. He does know it's been getting more and more aggressive of late. He knows what people used to do when the lord's taxes went too far... torches and pitchforks were the way of revolt back then.
Simpler times.]
A diversion to the... to a fake seaside would not be my idea. [it's so weird that he can clock this is somehow fake, but can't explain it beyond that. Concord can sense the environment doesn't sit naturally, was built, but how? One does not simply build a beach and ocean...]
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[Dragons never forger arguments or grudges, after all. He's still carrying anger over their last fight, and it seems like Concord is too.]
And if it were me, I would at least take you to a real beach.
[He can be mad at Concord and still spoil him.]
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ii.
Something... feels off about that, but he can't put a finger on why. ]
Are they giving you faulty glass...?
[ He also has no idea there's a curse going around, so that's not helpful. ]
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[Concord explains with some exasperation. The genuineness in which he wishes to help is so pure. He's also just so stubborn and also so dumb about it. He's also well aware he has a habit of missing the forest for the trees. What is he missing here? Maybe Six can illuminate what's the matter,]
Do you know what I'm doing wrong?
[It's him, right?? Concord is somehow failing at this, which is his fault and his responsibility... somehow...]
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[ For this man to be having this much trouble, at least. Six himself is also perplexed because he doesn't think something like this has ever happened to him before, so it's hard to figure out what could be going wrong. ]
Have you had anything strange to eat or drink? Quite often, this place likes to prank its guests in that manner.
[ Granted those things were all related to sexual pranks, but— can't rule food&drink one out just yet. ]
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I am not drunk, no. I would recognize if these errors were simply intoxicated clumsiness.
[He could really use some booze to distract from everything going on, but he's being responsible out of spite.]
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That's not what I meant. This place has a strange fascination with making weird consumables. They often have strange effects, so what's happening to you could be explained by that.
[ It's the simplest answer he can think of, but if this man hadn't consumed anything of the sort, then he's back at square one. ]
If that's not the case, then I wonder... [ He extends a hand, hoping to be passed the same bottles this man had been using. ] May I try?
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II
[Concord will never save Steve from his plight even so, but there's something... cute, almost, about how immediately the man misunderstands and moves to help. in that way, he reminds him of someone else... well, in any case, he himself has only been watching for a couple of rounds of this, and has somehow sidestepped too many propositions despite the location.]
You looked like you were en route to something though—is everything alright?
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He also realizes he's given all the water bottles he brought for Steve over. Multiple, because they keep breaking or getting knocked over or slipping out of hands or-]
There is a man suffering named Steve. I've been trying to bring him water to no avail.
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[He's not usually quite so choosy with his words here, but something in the unicorn's tone draws him to his gentler words.]
Steve...? [The same one who—?] could you show me, sir? Perhaps there's something we can find that's preventing your success.
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For poor Steve, it seems like suffering, so Concord frowns.]
Help me get some more water, then. I must be doing something wrong. [He just keeps trying and failing to get this simple taste complete. What about it is he missing? Concord will march on over, his soldier's poise and weight to movements not lacking at all even on the beach and in so little clothing, to grab more water bottles from a nearby refreshment station. He hands a few to Olivine to carry with him.]
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[personally, he doubts this is anything Concord is doing wrong, but he's also aware that saying so changes nothing, let alone the determination. so he trails along beside the taller man, noting his gait and how it informs his likely being correct. taking as many as he's given is easy—he would be able to take a whole crate, if they decided to.]
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Only then does he leap - trips, mostly - backward, catching himself against a wall and looking like he's flustered but not overly apologetic. The other dude is very naked, massive and Tyler's first concern is that the robe he's wearing is basically transparent, screw the hair. ]
What-- sorry, but... why's it all laid out like that? Where else was I supposed to step?
[ Not the most friendly - though the panic in Tyler's voice cuts through a lot sharper and more prominently than his temporary irritation. The mostly useless robe is wrapped as tightly as possible around him, but that only makes it more see through, much to his horror. ]
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Ulrych-? ... [No, stupid horse. Tyler does look and sound rather similar, but Concord is quick to realize it's not who he thought after a blink to focus his eyes from the bright light of the beach. He turns back away once he realizes his mistake, face red to his ears, clicking his tongue to scold himself. What was he thinking-?]
Tch... of course not... [While Concord does remain seated, his massive arms stretch behind his head as he begins to bundle up his absolute cascade of hair into something manageable. The floor is not lava, but it is Concord's mane, and that's about as dangerous.
Right. He had a threat on his tongue before he got distracted,]
You get that one mistake. Touch it again and I break your neck. [Concord speaks very quietly for a guy willing to casually say something like that. A western twang to his voice, too. At least he's just sitting passively as he reels in his own hair like and unwieldy fishing line.]
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Maybe don't put it all over the floor then, dude? I didn't mean to touch it. Hard not to when there's not even a tiny bit of floor not covered by it.
[ He takes a breath and then continues, the robe looser only because he's lifted a very accusatory hand which is fashioned into a one-fingered point. This is a terrible idea - it's very clear this man has the stature to back up the assertion that he can indeed break Tyler's neck. Probably with only his little finger. ]
Hope you're nicer to whoever Ulrych is. Jeez.
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[He bickers back through grinding teeth. Concord is trying to pull it in and smooth the mass of hair into a few sections. If he can do that, he can at least haphazardly contain it in his usual braid... difficult without a brush and another set of trusted hands, but he'll managed okay enough for now.
Tyler does eventually get some room to walk, Concord's mane pulled to one side of the space. It is truly impressive just how long it is. At least eight feet of hair...]
Son, watch that name before it comes out of your mouth again. His memory is something else I'll kill over. [so, so touchy this big guy]
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[ Sorta. Not so much on the man's impressively long (and admittedly luscious-looking) hair, but unable to avoid it the moment he took a step in what feels like any direction.
Mostly, though, Tyler's interest in continuing this back and forth with a complete stranger gives way to the original concerns he had - near nakedness and not having a single clue where he is. And so it's with a muttered 'I'm not your son' that he takes a deep breath, gets an eyeroll out the way, and then tries to start over. ]
Look, I don't know where this is, who you are or why I'm here.
Do you live here?
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