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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.
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Context is everything with humor, after all.
He shifts in his seat, leg bouncing and fingers drumming idly on the bar. This man presents the absurdity of Charlie nude - a harrowing sight. Or of closely examining his crotch for just the right hair. Gross, but could be fun.
Bitey
His fingers stop.
Charlie's gaze hardens, descending from eyes to neck. He doesn't know if he can even swallow this blood, but the thought of sinking his fangs in and feeling its warmth immediately overtakes everything else.] A.. uh.. bite's gonna be the best option for you, I think. [He gestures at his physique, but the coy self depreciation comes across flat.]
Where do you want it? [Where Charlie would normally point, instead he reaches, fingers poised to brush skin but not yet connecting.]
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He starts their connection of fingers on his neck and his flesh tingles in anticipation. A strange, eagerness slips beneath his own flesh - distracting him from a proper comeback to that little bit of self-depreciation.]
Is the neck not the showstopper's choice? [Baptiste answers, the anticipation in his voice audible.] Besides, it'll be an easy bite mark to count if it's in full view. So don't be shy, now.
[There was an attempt to brace himself, a curious side eye trying to focus and catch a glimpse at any possible fangs just before they made their stunning appearance.]
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Charlie's lips part - his fangs are not yet bared, but there's no mistaking his countenance as anything but hungry.] The neck you say, the neck it is.
[He'd maintained flawless eye-contact with this entertainer all night, but now Charlie's gaze is locked on the swell of artery beneath his touch. He leans forward, other hand coming to the Baptiste's thigh for purchase. His grip on his neck tightens - less a lover's grasp and more a threat.
With his head tucked under the man's jaw, Charlie's mouth opens wider and fangs protrude. There's no breath against skin before his teeth prick into flesh and draw blood. What wells up from the wound is a taste he immediately recognizes.
Charlie's lips tremble. Delicious.
This is the blood of an angry man, sweetened by the tang of alcohol. Charlie's tongue presses against the puncture, lapping the vitae eagerly. His shoulders sag, hunger's edge draining. His indulgence continues until there's a buzz between his eyes.
Charlie draws away, but does not smooth the wound closed. Instead, he quickly licks the red from his lips. Whatever this guy had been drinking laces Charlie's system now. When he leans back, it's obvious he's feeling its effects.]
How's that?
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Baptiste didn’t need to.
His heart thrums in anticipation as a hand slides over his thigh. It is a physical kiss of intimacy before Charlie’s too-cold grip snaps him into place.
A spring trap.
A hold perfected to pin a struggling victim. Baptiste’s body becomes tension itself. So much so, that the man very nearly forgets to breathe. Instead he is too focused on preparing himself for what comes next. For however Charlie’s body clamped down upon him - it was not this hold that was the most troubling to break from.
Fangs slip into his flesh, and yet any pain that bite should bring is swallowed instead by pleasure. The toxin of the vampire bite. As the poison is released into his bloodstream, so is a building, cold ecstasy. One of Baptiste’s hands grasp at the wrist anchored to his thigh, as if feeling that dead, cold flesh could help his mind stay sharp. Baptiste’s head lulls. A pleasured groan escapes his lips.
For the passerby, it is a convincing display of intimacy amongst the many the resort frequently stokes amongst its guests.
Another act of smoke and mirrors to obscure the reality.
His gaze swims in a torrent of pleasure as the tip of his tongue flicks over his bottom lip. Baptiste’s will struggles against the intoxicating pull of the kiss. The result is the damning reintroduction to two realities:
No amount of preparation dulled the infernal rapture promised by the vampire’s bite.
and
It was all too easy for anyone to be coaxed to the precipice of oblivion under those fangs.
Yet this time? Baptiste’s will prevails. It does not dampen the sweet diversion that manifests in his veins. Instead he only becomes hyper aware of the blood that is lost. He can feel the shift of his lifeblood with each suckle. Another groan exits his lips, clipped this time as Baptiste begins to reach for the lighter hidden on his person. His fingertips meet the polished silver trinket just as Charlie begins to pull away.
His movement for his weapon of choice is stifled. Baptiste watches Charlie lick his blood from his lips. He wants to bite that tongue. To greedily slurp his own blood back into his own body–
And so Charlie’s inebriated question is not answered through intelligible words. Instead, it is answered by Baptiste’s weight shifting as he collides into Charlie’s face. His nose hits Charlie’s cheekbone hard, yet the pain does not deter Baptiste. He captures Charlie’s tongue in his mouth, teeth grazing at the muscle to scrape some of his blood from it.
The tang of his own blood fills his mouth. It is a sloppy, intoxicated attempt at reclamation. Yet the drink in his system that drives his need for possession purrs in contentment. Baptiste’s body sways in protest at the sudden movement in the face of blood loss. A hand clumsily finds a perch at Charlie’s hip to steady himself.]
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He should be sated.
The stirring behind his eyes strains, and when Baptiste lurches into him, Charlie grabs the man's jaw. One hand on either side, he feels the scrape of teeth against his tongue and forces the man's face to a different angle.
But not away.
Heat fills his mouth even as the taste of vitae is overtaken by the rancid acidity of alcohol. Charlie's nose scrunches and his eyes widen. For a moment, inhuman yellow meets frenzied blue. He could have this man any way he wanted him.
Charlie closes his eyes.
He wants him like this. Riled up, teeth and tongue, body twisted and unbalanced.
Lips slick with blood, Charlie's mouth presses into Baptiste's. His incisor brushes against the man's swollen tongue, a prick that does not break the surface. Instead, his fang cuts into the man's lip. It sends a jolt of pleasure through the man, Charlie knows - a fleeting but mind-numbing sensation.
The taste of the man's blood once again leaves Charlie shuddering in kind. It isn't enough to quell any remaining thirst, but the flavor is exquisite. With the man falling all over him, he can't resist the easy opportunity to indulge.]
run from that blood bond, buddy
... And nothing happened. No command. No bending of the mind.
But, that was a haunt for a later night.]
[Instead, Charlie will feel Baptiste's body wrench as another exhilarating round of sensation washes over every nerve in his body. The man's tongue extends - aimless against a pleasure that causes blonde lashes to flutter.
Yet his anger is not quelled, even as his thoughts swirl. Then his focus returns to a pin's point. The hand anchoring him to Charlie's hip clenches at robe and flesh in a bruising hold as his will once again wrenches control of the reins. His tongue forces its way back into Charlie's mouth - swiping a puddle of his own blood and spittle from Charlies mouth and back to his own. His bloodied lip drips down his chin, collecting in place and threatening to drip onto Charlie's chest.
Baptiste's blood smeared lips continue to move against the vampire's. Even with the dull knowledge that the only warmth here was the warmth that had been stolen from him, his mouth continues with its emboldened ploy.
In the heat of the moment, Baptiste's teeth make their appearance once more to bite at Charlie's lip in vengeance.
More blood. Charlie's blood this time. It needed to be his and yet a realization screams in the back of his mind.
Kindred blood. Baptiste's other hand reaches up to press at Charlie's chest - pulling away to break the kiss. He lets a dribble of what he assumes is a mixture of his and the kindred's vitae fall pass his lips and directly into Charlies lap.
Dazed, Baptiste blinks for a few moments. He's still close enough that his every breath falls onto Charlie's lips. Still close enough that his bloodied lips quiver at the thought of meeting the other's once more.]
What the fuck was that? [Breathless. Said with a tinge of levity in an attempt to obfuscate the rage that simmered in his veins. Baptiste has no idea there was no way to hide that part of him now.]
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Frustration laces Baptiste's every muscle, Charlie can recognize how tightly-wound the man is with nothing more than the way his hand presses into his hip.
It's a comfortable discomfort, but just as his shoulders sag with pleasure he's shoved away.
There's a sudden chill where Baptiste's heat once was, and Charlie shudders. His lips part - he is indignant. His grip tightens, eyes fixed on the scarlet drool lacing the man's lips.
There's a pause - furrowed brow and a shake of the head - that precedes Charlie's reply.] You're askin me!? You? [He yanks his hand down to release Baptiste's face and leans back in his chair, a facsimile of the posture he'd carried earlier in the evening.]
You're the one who kissed me. You remember that, right? [Nope, this position isn't working. Charlie leans forward, shoving a pointed finger at Baptiste's bloody chin.] So how about you answer your own fuckin question!
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Catharsis. It almost makes up for the taste of blood that lingered in his mouth.]
Right... Right. I wanted to kiss you- [Surprisingly matter-a-fact for a man who was just questioning this moments ago.] I sort of still do but-
[He reaches upward to touch at some of the blood that has collected at his chin when Charlie points at it. He brushes his fingertips together. Red, sticky liquid smears further into the divots of his flesh.]
I'm just usually not such a messy guy. Are you into freaky stuff? [One blink. Two blinks. He gestures at the other with bloody fingers as if he weren't the one most likely to be into 'freaky stuff' in this situation.
The spinning in his head stills as he watches the man- no the vampire in front of him. Curious to see just what this creature would do next. Would he try to leave now that his hunger had been sated? Would there be an attempt to regain the sense of control he'd confident held moments ago?]
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He's too incredulous.
Charlie's mouth hangs open - a moment of fucking silence as he tries and fails to process what this guy is asking for. Quiet doesn't help him one bit. His lips purse, flesh battered but not swollen.] Me? Am I? You kissed me, and you bit me!
Now you're askin me-? No.
You want to kiss me, but you stopped. You want to be into messy shit? You want me to be into messy shit? [A beat. His tongue flicks over his molars.]
Are you askin for my permission? Late, but sure. You wanna bite, [He makes a biting pantomime with his hand.] -then bite. [and points at his lip. It'd be easy for Baptiste to do, Charlie's leaning close enough to smell the vitae cooling between them. But rather than eager or hungry, he looks... plussed.]
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It's fucking endearing. Something Baptiste could grumble about at a later time, but now?
Now his mind swims at the rapid fire response that comes from that stunned silence. His shoulders still move, panting as Charlie's face is close to his once more. The bite gesture in his periphery coaxing him, daring him.
He had bit this man because he wanted to bite. Petty revenge for the bites and addled blood taken from him. Yet the wisdom and clarity that had reminded him of the tainted blood that now existed in that kiss is overtaken by will of a pervasive blackberry cocktail.
This time Baptiste's hand grabs Charlie's face as he smashes his bloodied lips into the other's. A shiver of satisfaction crawls up Baptiste's spine when he finds the traces of his own warmth still present on the vampire's tongue. The kiss an easy vessel to fill with his own warmth.]
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Then warmth blossoms in his mouth once more, and there's no space in his head for complaints.
Stale vitae coats his tongue, which laps over Baptiste's not for the taste of spoiled sustenance but heat. Charlie groans, at once satisfied and greedy, as their bodies fold into one another again.
He should squeeze some of his own blood from the wound in his lip and intermingle it in their exchange. Bond and ghoul a food source - but much like chagrin, practicality is absent. The hazy idea of what he should do dissipates entirely as he slides a hand around Baptiste's ribs and squeezes. His thumb finds special purchase between bone, a comfortable place to hold as he runs his tongue over the man's teeth.]
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It is an affair of heat, stale blood, and spit. A heat of desperation that only continues to build. A flush of warmth radiates from Baptiste's skin - compounding into a simmering heat that Baptiste's body wanted only to indulge in.
Yet the grip on Charlie's jaw begins to falter. It loses its purchase, settling at Charlie's collar bone instead. His other hand readjusts for a familiar hold on the vampire's thigh. His ribs shift under Charlie's touch - though he doesn't break away from the vulnerable position.
Baptiste's mouth works to keep up with Charlie's fervor - yet an ache is beginning to build. A twitch of fatigue. His mouth lulls open as he pants between exchanges. However, he's too stubborn to stop. Brows are set, resolute, as if there was anything to win here. Instead, the only thing Baptiste would be winning was a guaranteed kink in his neck at the rate he was going.]
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With every discomfort, he leans farther forward into his partner. He digs his tongue deeper into his mouth, worries lip between his teeth, and squeezes his side more harshly. Resolutely indulging, Charlie banishes any hitch in his fun without care for the bruises he leaves in his wake.
Until the man's humanity is impossible to ignore. He can feel Baptiste lagging, responses to his affection delayed and leaden. With a twitch of his lip, Charlie reaches up to grab the jaw of his entertainment, pushing him back.]
You're gettin' tired, aren't you? [The space between them is once again, too cold. All of the warmth left in Charlie's mouth vanishes as he speaks. His gaze rakes over Baptiste's features, scrutinizing how his jaw has slackened and his posture has dipped heavily. He derives no satisfaction from outlasting the man - Charlie looks disappointed.
He lets go of Baptiste's face and twists in his stool to stand. Though they're clearly done with any physicality, there's a nagging buzz in his head that won't let him send Baptiste away.] Want me to walk you to your room?
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