TDM 05

[goldmods]

【 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 in our KING SUITES for all new arrivals. We will endeavor to have all guests moved into their reserved rooms as soon as possible. We deeply apologize for any inconvenience.

As a token of our gratitude for your understanding, front reception has arranged for a GRAND FEAST to welcome our newest guests. The attendance of all guests is required. The house will enforce compliance.

Please note that rank-appropriate attire is mandatory. Guests found breaking social code may be disciplined. We hope you enjoy your stay! 】

ARRIVAL

DIVINE AWAKENING

A cool breeze lofts across the room. Gentle, soothing. Cotton sheets and silken covers slip with the tired stretch of limbs. New arrivals dozing in the comfort of their king-sized beds wake to the balmy warmth of a hazy sun and the rhythmic lap of waves on the shore. Clouds mist around the floor, granting ethereal ambiance. Gauzy curtains flutter, revealing a majestic stretch of sky in all directions. This temple is nestled at the top of a mountain, one where the sea somehow meets its edge.

All King suites have been set to the Heavenly setting for the comfort of these new Wildcards. To call this place a room feels like a misnomer; all of the senses scream that this is a real temple at the top of a crisp oceanside mountain. The only clue that this place isn't what it seems is the door in the distance. It stands dark against light, a stark rectangle distinctly out of place.

New arrivals aren't waking up alone. Reception would never expect their guests to wake up in a cold bed. All new guests will be waking up next to another Wildcard or a current guest snatched up from the hallways. Guests waking up in these heavenly King suites will wake dressed in sheer white tunics and togas that leave very little to the imagination.

MARK OF THE GODS

None of the traditional suits have manifested on these Wildcards. Instead, all new arrivals will discover intricate patterns winding their arms and legs, each one different from the next. Thorns, vines, stars, or moons — the commonality of these marks is that they come in either glittering gold or shimmering silver.

► BENEVOLENT DIVINE: Those with marks of gold running along their skin have been identified as benevolent deities. The powers that be have sensed the kind spirit within. All benevolent Wildcards may experience the effects of any RED SUITS over the course of the next two weeks.

► MALEVOLENT DIVINE: Those with marks of silver running along their skin have been identified as malevolent deities. The powers that be have sensed the muck that lurks beneath the surface. All malevolent deities may experience the effects of any BLACK SUITS over the course of the next two weeks.

MADDENING HUNGER

Itchy throat, dry mouth. Headache. Hungry. It comes on slow, at first nothing of note. But, surely, it begins to deepen. Grapes don't feel filling. Water barely quenches thirst. All new arrivals will wake up in a state of hunger. They will find that despite the complimentary snacks left in their room by room service, nothing hits the spot.

No matter how much food they eat, these new arrivals, who have been dubbed as divines, won't find any satiation from food or wine. This gnawing hunger is exhausting; as it increases, their strength decreases. They cannot continue on like this for long.

All Wildcards, regardless of divine differentiation, will need to be worshipped for sustenance. Otherwise, they risk falling into a frenzied state.

There are many ways they can be worshipped. While having their bodies worshiped through sex is the most effective, they can find minor relief in acts of praise, affection, offerings, service, and so on. The longer a Wildcard goes without being worshiped, the more their god mark will leech their energy, and the faster they will lose their sanity. Loss of sanity can result in any kind of frenzy, from general mania to breaking from reality.

GILDED CAGE

AN ENDLESS FEAST

Doors to the grand banquet hall of Gilded Cage have been opened. A singular massive table stretches throughout the entirety of the restaurant, every available inch loaded with trays of food and goblets of wine. Waiters seamlessly dip in and out of the kitchens with platters over their shoulders, bringing delectable cuisine from all avenues of every earth around for guests to enjoy. Vibrant fruits, roasted meats, and decadent desserts funnel into the hall without end.

Rugs and cushions have been laid out for low rank guests. All high rank guests have thrones and benches covered in crushed velvet and delicate linens. Wildcards have a seat of honor amongst it all, each fresh new divine lead to the grand dais for their own semi-private tent with daybed and eager servants.

Low ranks are carefully watched by security and wait staff. Some low rank guests may even be dragged in by resort staff to assist serving high rank guests and Wildcards. All high rank guests and Wildcards are revered and catered to during the feast. Low rank guests are expected to feed them, rub their feet, and comply with any whimsical demands. Any low rank guest that defies a higher ranked guest is at risk of being shackled, forced to scrub chamber pots, and other humiliating punishments.

ROYALS

► Royal cards are King, Queen, and Jack ranks. All ranks beneath them must comply with their demands, no matter how whimsical or stupid. They are waited on hand and foot, with low ranks throwing themselves forward for the honor of pleasing them. Royals do not need to obey the commands of anyone aside from Wildcards. While it is good manners for a lower royal card to defer to a higher royal card they will not be punished if they decline.

► Royal cards are encouraged to eat, drink, and be merry. Be selfish! Be greedy! Take everything you want! There is no end to the pampering and indulgence offered to royals. Long-standing guests line up to flatter them and give them gifts. Resort staff are desperate to make them laugh or smile. A royal card frowning strikes terror every servant. Resort staff will insist that they seek their own pleasures and not worry about the feelings of those lowly cards. All numbered cards exist to satisfy the royals; being concerned about their peasant feelings is unnecessary.

► Royals can command any numbered rank. If they find a numbered rank they particularly like they may monopolize them for their exclusive use. The word no does not exist. Whatever a royal wants, a royal gets. They can also issue punishments to numbered ranks that do not please them. There are guards prepared to discipline servants at their command. They may also dominate unruly servants with their own hands if that pleases them.

SERVANTS

► Servant cards are ranks A - 10. Hierarchy exists within the servants as well. While a rank 10 servant must flatter and please the royals, they may issue orders to any servant rank beneath them. This continues down the line — a rank 6 servant must obey and adore any rank above them but may command and bully any rank below them.

► The Ace rank shows its fickle nature. All Ace cards are bottom-barrel servants sitting at Rank 1 that anyone can bully. They are automatically ordered to clean up trash, scrub sticky floors, and dance provocatively for any rank that demands a show.

► Servants must obey anyone that outranks them. There are guards standing along the walls waiting to discipline any servant that defies the hierarchy. However, the guards are mostly for show — suits enforce real compliance. Any servant that disobeys an individual who outranks them is at risk of their suit flaring. If their suit does flare, submitting and obeying or an orgasm can abate suit effects.

WILDCARDS

► Wildcards are akin to deities. There is no greater honor than to serve or possess a Wildcard. Royals want to own them and servants want to please them. All Wildcards are showered with endless adoration. Fights break out for the chance to feed them grapes or rub their calves. Wildcards may do whatever they want without consequences, even toward royal ranks.

► Wildcards are encouraged to indulge in the finest of everything. Servants must tend to them and obey their commands. While royals do not need to obey them, there is great prestige in claiming a Wildcard’s affection. Wildcards are encouraged to be selfish and enjoy themselves to the fullest.

► Any royal or servant that satisfies a Wildcard can collect a Wildcard token. This is an electronic token that appears in their bank account once a Wildcard has climaxed during sex. Physically pleasing two Wildcards bring about great blessings. Players may submit two Wildcard tokens under their rewards thread to collect a small item voucher.

PHOENIX CASINO

ALEA IACTA EST

Phoenix Casino has been reborn in antiquity. Stone pillars line the aisles and embroidered linens cast a gauzy filter over every corner of the gambling center. The number of statues has increased, with every corner decorated with marble figures in provocative poses. The feast continues into even here; scantily clad servants and waiters carry around platters of succulent fruits and pitchers of wine.

The game tables are abuzz. Special games have kicked off in honor of the new godlings that are waiting to check in. Even here, those of different ranks are distinct from one another. The lowest ranks wear small slips of clothing. Some are even collared to show they belong to a particular royal or Wildcard. Royals and Wildcards dress luxuriously in thick robes and golden jewelry.

Game managers clap and encourage guests of all ranks to join in on the fun. While there are numerous card games, slot machines, and raffles happening around the casino, staff are promoting three events in particular.

WILDCARD AUCTION

► All shiny new Wildcards have a unique number pinned to their robes. Early in the night these nubile virgin Wildcards will be paraded across the stage and asked to introduce themselves to the crowd. After, the bidding will commence. Don't miss this opportunity to claim a resort virgin and beloved divine!

► Bidding for a Wildcard can get intense! Numerous long-standing guests are already obsessed with these stunning new arrivals and are quick to bid high. Bidding wars can break out at any time. Some very eager long-standing guests are willing to get violent if it means they get to monopolize one of these Wildcards. Security is on stand-by for cases of Wildcard theft; some guests are so desperate for these Wildcards that they'll even try to kidnap them if they see the chance.

► The hierarchy is temporarily set aside for auction purchases. Any rank can dominate a Wildcard if they have the means to bid high enough and buy. In the case of Wildcard purchases, their god marks will force compliance to whoever buys them during the auction.

CASTING LOTS

► This special game of lots is designed for a high rank and a low rank to play together. In the case of guests of the same rank playing together, a coin flip will decide who plays the "low" rank for this game.

► The high rank guest will roll a six-sided die. The number rolled will reflect the game rule by which the low rank guest must try to satisfy the high rank guest. If the low rank guest manages to satisfy the high rank guest they will receive a large payout. If the high rank guest is not satisfied they may discipline the low-rank guest in any way they see fit.

ONE: Without using hands.

TWO: Using only mouth.

THREE: While blindfolded.

FOUR: Using only butt cheeks.

FIVE: Using only legs.

SIX: While remaining on knees.

► The high rank decides if and when they have been satisfied. Work hard, low rank!

HEADS OR TAILS

► What's a casino without a bit of risk? There's a special game of Heads or Tails happening at the game tables. All guests must bet their rank in order to play. Winners of the game will have the option to either swap ranks with the loser, or keep their rank as is and move on to another game. With a little bit of luck, even a Rank 2 can experience living the high life.

► All rank swaps are temporary. Winners that choose to swap ranks with the loser of their game will have 24 hours with their new rank before they revert back to normal. They may continue playing on with their "new" rank if they want to test their luck.

► Heads or Tails is played with a physical Golden Peacock coin. Players will take turns as the coin flipper, with their opponent guessing if the outcome will be heads or tails. The first guest to reach three correct guesses is the winner.

BEAK

ENTERTAIN YOUR BETTERS

A massive circular arena has been erected in the middle of Beak. Staggered seats rise up to the ceiling, where royals lounge in luxury viewing boxes. The gaping mouth of the arena is wide and desolate. An assortment of weapons, such as spears and shields, hang along stone walls. It waits for the taste of blood and stench of battle. The sound of the audience cheering and booing echoes throughout the Wellness Quarter.

Beneath the open arena is a smaller closed arena and the warrior’s bunk. Warriors will find cold showers, rustic wooden benches, and training weapons available for their use. Deep in the earth is a grimy prison where servants who refuse to battle are thrown to wait for their turn. There are also cages where the hungry “animals” wait to go out and entertain the masses.

A long track rings around the perimeter of the arena. Gone is the standard green fuzz and white lines, replaced with stone and dust to elicit the real feeling of running beneath the hot Grecian sun. Foot and chariot races take place throughout the day.

BATTLE ROYALE

► Numbered ranks have been conscripted into battle for the amusement of the Wildcards and royals. While high ranked servants may be able to wiggle their way out of a fight, low ranked servants will be thrown into the arena without mercy. Warriors that win their battles will be showered in accolades and payouts while losers will be mocked and pelted with rotten tomatoes. Warriors that try to forfeit their match will be stripped naked, strung up on a pole, and mocked for 24 hours.

► Battle rules are simple. Any means and methods of fighting are acceptable when in the arena. The arena’s overseer will decide if a battle will end when first blood is drawn or if it will continue until one side can no longer continue. There are rare instances of battle to the death, typically reserved for warriors who have deeply offended a Wildcard or royal.

► Royals and Wildcards are welcome to join in the royale if they wish. They will not be forced and they will be given any armor they want before stepping into the arena. Low rank warriors are given no armor — some may even be forced to fight nude.

SUBDUE THE BEAST

► Any numbered ranks that have displeased a Wildcard or royal will be thrown into the arena to fight barehanded against hungry tigers and lions. If there are no troublemakers on hand to throw into the arena for entertainment, low rank servants will be forcibly volunteered instead.

► Those alleged hungry tigers and lions? They are other servants dressed up in sexy animal costumes. While staff will take genuine volunteers for this role first, they will forcibly volunteer low rank servants into the role if needed. All costumes are revealing and offer little protection. There is an assortment of looks to choose from, not just tigers and lions, though whether or not a servant gets to pick their outfit depends on how charitable the arena master is feeling.

► Matches will end when one party can no longer continue or the audience is sufficiently amused. Royals and Wildcards are permitted to partake if they please, and there will be no consequences if they decide to withdraw.

RACE TRACK

► Royals and Wildcards are invited to participate in horse racing. Only, there are no horses to be found — all the “horses” are servants! Any chosen servant must carry their master over the finish line. While piggyback rides may make the most sense for a race like this, many of the high class prefer more elegant positions, so anything goes. Horses are required to wear a bridle at all times during the race.

Servants are also allowed to participate as jockeys as long as they observe the hierarchy. Servants may ride any servant of a lower rank. Aces are ordered to walk around with a poop shovel and bag, even if there won’t be any real horse poop lining the track (probably).

► Royals and Wildcards are also invited to participate in private horse racing. These races involve no track, taking place in the back of Beak in private rooms furnished with cushions and silks. Like with the public races, royals and Wildcards may select any servant that catches their eye. Unlike the public races, the goal here is to make their ‘horse’ orgasm as quickly as possible. Times will be saved on their Watches. The faster a master makes their horse come the more bragging rights they have.

Servants are once again allowed to participate as jockeys as long as they observe the hierarchy. The higher ranked servant must make the lower ranked servant orgasm as quickly as they can. While the ‘horse’ may offer mutual comfort they will receive no accolades for their skills.

TALON

SHOW OF STRENGTH

Talon is bustling with warriors training for the arena. Several strength building stations have been set up, including benches for royals to perch on while warriors bench press them. Additions have been made to Talon as well; multiple mud pits have been dug for warriors to participate in some mud wrestling between arena battles.

Servants that appear too fragile to handle mud wrestling have been conscripted into the oil bearer role. Their job is to slather the warriors in oil from head to toe, and otherwise prepare them for their matches in either the arena or in the pit. This includes styling their hair, tending to their wounds, and wiping the sweat off of their bodies if so desired.

The locker rooms that connect Beak and Talon have been fully stocked with first aid kits and luxury bathing supplies. Warriors that have won their matches get first pick, leaving the dirty towels and shampoo that smells like ass for the losers to sift through. Those sneaky ghost hands are having a field day, snapping rat tails at unsuspecting bathers and locking naked warriors together in the supply closet. Guests lacking vigilance may find their bottoms unexpectedly pinched.

MUSCLE CONTEST

► Who can appeal to the royals and Wildcards most? It’s a competition based on aesthetics! Strip down, oil up, and flex your muscles to earn a high score from the judges. Royals and Wildcards may issue a score between 1 to 10, with 10 being the highest.

Wildcards and royals are welcome to join in the competition. For some reason, their scores always end up being 10 no matter how skinny or noodly they may be! The flattery and praise for their stunning looks and bodies is endless. No need to work out, my lord, my lady. You’re stunning as is! Truly no body is more perfect!

► Servants are not only allowed, but encouraged, to bribe royals and Wildcards into giving them a high score. While chips and gifts can certainly be offered, isn’t the most compelling argument some hands on experience? Staff will hint to competing warriors that offering sexual favors to the judges may help improve their scores. What better way to prove their physique is the most superior than to put it to work?

► Royals and Wildcards may purchase warriors for their exclusive entertainment if they so desire. Staff are eager to impress these nobles and make a pretty penny in the process. While this isn’t an official auction, these sneaky staff aren’t above making sure the elite and their requested warrior are left alone in a locked room. You grease my palms, I’ll make sure that sexy warrior greases yours.

WRESTLING MATCHES

► Guests will find that a deep mud pit has been added to the front hub of Talon. Servants are stripped and oiled down before being thrown into the pit to wrestle for the entertainment of the nobles. While staff will take volunteers for wrestling matches, they will also grab whoever looks good, even if they’re just passing by! On-lookers place bets during the matches. The winner of the match will receive a small cut of the prize money.

► Wildcards and royals may enter as well. Servants are expected to throw their matches if they’re facing a noble… and if they don’t, they may be facing some unexpected consequences! All suits are sensitive to the hierarchy and will suddenly flare if a servant starts thrashing a noble.

► During a match-up of nobles, it is expected that the lower ranked noble will throw the match in favor of the higher ranked noble. While royal suits will not flare if this isn’t adhered to, discipline between royals isn’t unheard of!

► Some matches are held under “Special House Rules” — which means that the winner of the match gets to claim and fuck the loser. On-lookers will jeer and demand that the winner publicly fuck the loser where they can watch, but private rooms are available for the winner to claim their spoils of war without sharing.

WAYWARD ARROWS

► An archery range with targets has been established for warriors to show off their shooting skills. Like the arena, there are benches and boxes for the audience to admire this graceful art — or to throw tomatoes from when a warrior misses the mark! Both servants and nobles are welcome to participate as archers.

► Servants have been conscripted to act as moving targets across the range. They are told to heckle the archers while avoiding their arrows, and only advised that the arrows won’t pierce their bodies if they get hit. It’s all fun and games. We can’t have all of our servants dying en masse!

During this portion of the games, archers will be given an assortment of charmed arrows with chalk tips that elicit different effects:

RED ARROW: Chalk powder from red arrows will trigger an intense need for physical release by grinding, humping, or frotting.

BLUE ARROW: Chalk powder from blue arrows is pure aphrodisiac. Inhaling this powder will cause close spike to near-orgasm, one that the target will find that cannot be completed by their own hand.

GREEN ARROW: Chalk powder from green arrows will stir neediness. The hit target will suffer cravings to be sticky and hug, climb, and generally latch on to another person.

PURPLE ARROW: Chalk powder from purple arrows will cause a bad case of loose lips. This may manifest in a compulsion to loudly speak in pretentious purple prose, dirty talk, or say otherwise hilarious things for the amusement of the audience.

► Effects from the arrows will wear off within the hour. Multiple hits from differently colored arrows can create fun new effects so feel free to get creative!

INDULGENCE

DESIRES FROM THE VOID

The spirit of the festivities rouses something primal. With emotions heightened, the core of the Golden Peacock responds in kind. It drinks in the sweat of the warriors in the arena. Inhales the laughter of the royals using servants as furniture. Basks in the brilliant glow of fresh Wildcards. The portraits in the elevators are rowdier than usual and the chandeliers lining the hallways gleam with new vibrance. Energy is palpable.

Things begin to move around the resort. The forgotten and the old exhale a dusty breath. Like the hunger that the Wildcards woke up with upon arrival, as its heart begins to beat quicker, there is a tension in the air of those things hungering to feed. To join in, and indulge. To get what they want.

And they’re coming out.

GALATEA

► Statues around the resort begin to stir. First it’s with a hazy blink, moving to the slow creak of their stiff mouths. Eventually they break off of their pedestals and out of their poses before clumsily making their way down the hallways, stone feet an emphasized thump with every step. They tremble, their cold stone bodies aching for warmth and human embrace.

► Statues around the resort have begun trying to kidnap guests for themselves. Once they’ve spotted a guest they want, they will stop at nothing to try and drag them back to their pedestal to spend forever locked in love’s embrace with them. They do not need food, drink, or rest.

► There are two ways to put a statue to rest. One is to engage the statue in battle and break off its head. Once the head is broken off, it will cease to have a spirit and crumble to dust. The second is to involve the statue in a physical act of intimacy — have a threesome with it! Or twosome, if someone is willing to watch. In the case of the second, statues will return to their pedestals satisfied upon completion.

► Statues that end up destroyed may drop a small lore hint. They will wheeze as their stone begins to disintegrate, their stone eyes dripping liquid gold tears. “I just wanted to feel alive again… I wanted to feel like you again… to be whole,” will slip past their marble lips before they crumble away.

NARCISSUS

► Gaze into the water. Admire your pretty face, the curve of your lips, the squint of your eyes... wait, are you winking at yourself?! Over the next few weeks, water-based reflections will begin acting of their own free will. They have the ability to move within the scope of the water and speak, their voices muddled but understandable.

► These reflections are extremely flirtatious and charming. They smile and bat their lashes, pretending to be innocent while drawing the original owner in closer. How about a smooch? How about more than a smooch? Their whispered promises are sweet. Salacious. Loving. Anything to get closer to you. Leaning in too close to the water is dangerous — these reflections will reach out and try to drag unsuspecting guests in. Whether this is out of malice or affection is unclear, but how can they possibly make love to you unless you join them in the water?

► Once caught, it is challenging to escape from their phantom limbs in the water alone. Several long-standing guests need to be saved from The Nest’s decorative fountain because they keep coming close to drowning after trying to kiss their reflections. Unfortunately, not every location with water is as prepared to save unsuspecting would-be lovers. No body of water is safe — not even a cup of it!

► Reflections will become increasingly indignant if they're ignored. Their sweet words will take a sharp turn into insults similar to, "I'm the better looking one between us anyway!" They may also let slip some personal secrets like, "This is why Johnny will never love you back! You're so cold, ignoring even yourself!"

Any mention of the fact that they'll end up drowning the character in question will earn a scoff and another small lore hint along the lines of, "Why are you being such a baby? Only the resort can really kill you anyhow. It's not like you'll die forever if I fuck you in here for a while!"

PANDORA’S BOX

► A spider's web threads through the resort. Invisible, but audible to those that are willing to listen. One of the Punishment Rooms on the maintenance levels is unlocked. Without the padlock on the door to keep them silent, silvery whispers drift up from the basement. A brush of thought, a tickle of an idea that won't quite go away — come down… come down and see… what is inside… don't you want to know?

► Those that heed the call and explore the maintenance levels will find the unlocked Punishment Room. The closer one comes to this door, the stronger these voices grow. They will continue calling, eagerly encouraging whoever stops in front of the door to step inside.

► The inside of this Punishment Room is plain. White walls, a single card table, and two plastic chairs. A single lightbulb offers a dusty glow. There is nothing particularly interesting upon first glance. Slowly, the door behind will creak closed until it is closed, locking itself in the process. That small lightbulb will begin to dim until everything inside the room is plunged into darkness.

► This Punishment Room senses the worst memories and fears of one of the captives inside and forces them to experience them in real time. The manifestation of memories or fears inside this room are realistic, to the point that it's impossible to discern whether or not this takes place in reality or the mind. The Punishment Room will randomly select which prisoner to dig from if there is more than one, but all guests inside will experience the room's effects.

► The door cannot be unlocked from the inside. Someone must either open it from the outside or captives must wait until the punishment is over and the door unlocks itself. How long that takes is random, ranging from a few minutes to a few hours. That’s what you get for listening to disembodied voices!

OOC NOTES

INVITES | RESERVES | APPLICATIONS

▶ BLANKET CW: Alcohol; aphrodisiacs; battle; blood; bondage; compulsion; costumes; discipline; dominance; drowning; dubcon; fears; fighting; food; hierarchy; humiliation; indulgence; kidnapping; noncon; paranormal; power imbalance; roleplay; servitude; stalking; submission; supernatural; terror; violence; weapons

▶ All characters on the TDM are WILDCARDS, which means they have not yet been assigned a card value. Suits will not manifest until characters are accepted into the game.

▶ All TDMs are game canon. This TDM acts as the game's August event. Changes to the above locations will ICly be present from August 15th - September 1st.

▶ 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 would be interested in a game invitation, you can note that in your comment header.

▶ If you aren't satisfied with these prompts, 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). The character that does join would still receive a small payout for the encounter. Hopefully it was a fun thread regardless!

▶ Wildcard tokens from the GILDED CAGE prompt may be redeemed even if the newbie(s) in question do not join the game, but only for the small item reward; the token does not carry over to Game 52.

▶ 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 to relax and enjoy the end of your summer! ♥

NAVIGATION • LOG • NETWORK • OOC • MEME

Comments

[lieabilities]

I hope I was dashing enough then.

[ More and more, the tentacles seem to favor Rinne, switching themselves from what Kleken had in mind for them to something that would treat Rinne just a bit nicer. A subconscious reaction from the man, no doubt, but Kleken's consciousness doesn't seem to mind it. At least, not enough to correct the tentacles. So long as Rinne's not going anywhere, whether he's dangled or seated neatly are more or less the same thing. ]

[ The glass in his hand is swirled once, contemplatively. ]

I have wondered what you might taste like.

[eaudevamp]

[ The front desk is always the best place to start, and then maybe Alan can leave some scathing comments through the Watch.

Listening to Alan describe the story about Bluebeard's castle has him wincing. For some reason, he can easily imagine it to be true. If nothing else, he's sure there might be something similar going on back home. A vampire lord in their large manor, winding hallways and multiple doors, each with some hidden horror behind locked doors. ] That's terrifying...

[ But what's disconcerting is the way Alan reacts to what Reign said. It's easy to tell that something must have happened to the man, and though he's very much like a curious cat, doesn't pry for details. After all, his current role as a servant is to serve and not ask pointless questions. ]

That's right. It's not pretty at all, and though the general consequences are carnal in nature, some are more damming. This resort is very much an extravagant and luxurious prison, to say the least.

[eaudevamp]

[ Reign's lips quirk at that. Hopefully such incidents doesn't occur often to Ashe, especially for such a nice and friendly fellow. Innocent too, in a charming way. ] You'll be surprised to find out the other facilities in the resort, then. There is a library here, and you can do your shopping as well, or even have leisure walks in the gardens.

[ Ashe did ask him to eat, after all, and it wouldn't do to go against a Wildcard's request. Reign has no idea just how strict the rules go, and he doesn't dare take his chances.

Which is why he nods at Ashe's question. ] Not everyday, at least, thank goodness. Sometimes the staffs will intentionally put you in such situations and— [ Seeing how red Ashe's cheeks has turned, Reign feels sorry for the man. He sighs and gives Ashe an apologetic look. ] My apologies... I thought it better to warn you beforehand than to have it spring up on you, eh?

[eaudevamp]

[ The person who comes to his rescue isn't whom Reign had expected, but even more out of the ordinary is the look in Wriothesley's eyes. A chill runs through the vampire, even if he knows it's not entirely directed at him. As for the statue, it stares back unperturbed, continuing to lavish kisses on Reign's neck.

The question gives him pause, because he honestly hadn't thought ahead of how he want to be freed, if destroying the statue is out of the question. ]

Maybe... maybe you can break— [ Reign barely gets to finish his sentence when his face is tilted to the side and the smoothness of stone lips cover his mouth, effectively silencing him. ] Mnhm?! [ Momentarily throwing the vampire off-guard, the statue proceeds to pop the buttons of his shirt, then slips a hand in to fondle his chest.

Oh, oh no. Snapping out of it, Reign struggles harder against his captor, his pleading gaze falling on Wriothesley.

Perhaps destroying the statue isn't such a bad idea. ]

[lieabilities]

[ Ah, how dizzying. ]

[ The strike of the second arrow overwhelms what's left of his senses, tentacles quick to move in and encompass his body even as they twitch and spasm themselves. He's unable to even manage an illusion to uphold his normally somewhat-dignified persona, relying on the physical presence of his tentacles to block the view of him desperately palming himself with flushed cheeks and rapid breath and finding no relief in his own touch. ]

[ At least now he knew that one could in fact survive a blow from an arrow here... ]

[ Though survive was a very loosely used term, considering the near agony of heat boiled through Kleken's body right now. His partial cocoon is grabbed by attendants and he barely has the chance to meet Natsume's eyes before he's dragged away to a private room. Those same attendants are the ones to approach the other and inform him of Kleken's whereabouts with smug sneers, under the assumption that Natsume will be claiming his 'prize' shortly once he makes his way to the room. ]

[ When he does arrive, he'll find a mound of tentacles on the sole bed in the room, their owner hidden from sight for the moment. ]

[lieabilities]

[ Disgusting, he is going to cut off that lock of hair and burn it in an appropriately oversized bonfire- ]

[ -- And never think again about how he'd been eagerly anticipating Minos' hand against his neck. Yes, no such thoughts ever happened in this mind. ]

I can quite confidently say that even in my most wild of dreams, this has never happened.

[ Truly, he is so absolutely stunned by the sudden turn of Minos' actions that the truth just shoots itself out of his mouth. ]

[flaminghot]

“So I see…”

It does make a huge amount of sense, especially given Eiden’s reaction earlier… But why does he seem to be the only one who can’t remember? Are there any others from Klein in here?

And no, he’s not glad Olivine’s blindfolded, because it makes the ensuing silence all the more palpable. He might wield silence as a negotiation tactic from time to time, but in a case like this…

“You may rise, if you please. Given your status, it would be uncouth of me to use you as the others insist.”

He’ll just satisfy those tattoos’ strange cravings some other way, surely.

[eaudevamp]

Very dire consequences, I should emphasise. Most of what we experience can be considered harmless annoyances, but others can be... well... [ Reign thinks back to the times he has experienced such incidents, or have heard about them. ] Let's just say you would rather wish it hadn't happen.

[ With that, he makes sure Aalto is settled comfortable, plush pillows fluffed up invitingly, before he heads for the tent's entrance. Mentions of the "weird hunger" has him wondering if it's what he thinks it may be. It wouldn't be surprising if it's so, considering where they are. ] All right. Is there anything that you can't consume or are allergic to? And, alcoholic or non-alcoholic drinks?

[ Maybe if Aalto is still hungry after having his fill, Reign could help sate his other hunger. ]

[eaudevamp]

Well, I was going to ask once we've some privacy, but I appreciate the introduction nonetheless. I'm Reign. It's nice to know you, Buggy. [ He replies as he finds an empty room and pushes the door open, then stops in his tracks as he whirls around, eyes wide. ]

Wait, you are Buggy? [ Why hadn't it occur to him earlier? Reign has heard that name before. He has even got a description of the man's appearance too! Blue hair and blue eyes, as well as a big, red nose! His face breaks into a smile. ] I finally found you!

[ He'll... explain later, but for now, he waves for Buggy to enter. Inside is simple enough, much like any other private rooms at the casino, with plush couches and a pole in the centre. ]

[eaudevamp]

[ It's easy to go with the flow like this, partially aided by the blue chalk. Reign is almost used to the ways of the Golden Peacock tossing such curve balls in his path. The weight of Esikko's cock in his mouth isn't unfamiliar, as does the slight twinge of pain when his hair is yanked. All it does is draw out more sounds from Reign, and his own length to harden even further.

Reign nearly miss catching the words spoken above him, blue eyes glancing up to see a different shade closing at the same time. He makes a sound of gratefulness, shown in the way he further relaxes his throat, allowing Esikko to push deeper. Then he gets down to work, fingers almost clumsy in his eagerness, fumbling to unclasp his trousers before he manages to release his erection from the tight confines.

Already he's leaking at the tip, and Reign wraps one hand around it, thumb spreading the pre, before he begins to stroke it in time with Esikko's thrusts. ]

[eaudevamp]

[ It is indeed blunt, though refreshing in its charming way. In all honesty, that statement had been said in a rather flippant manner, not to be taken seriously. Even so, Reign chuckles softly in response, a smile on his lips. ] It's nothing for you to apologise about, but that's very kind of you, nonetheless.

[ In fact, he's more worried about January himself. The man seems soft-hearted, with a youthful face and an innocent countenance. Seeing the worried look in January's expression, Reign reaches out and gently pats his hand. ] If it'll make you feel more at ease, should I treat you less like a deity and more of a... friend? Someone friendly?

[flaminghot]

[ There are…so many questions he wants to ask, but right now, with the way Eiden’s looking, he just…

This is like a dream.

And like a dream he’d like to think that what he’s doing is only natural for dreams. After all, it’s Eiden’s fault that he’s started to dream again, that he’s beginning to think of a life beyond being Sun Lord.

So he pulls Eiden closer without another word, slipping one hand to Eiden’s cheek to angle him just so for a warm and searching kiss. ]

Baptiste out here working to make sure they can BOTH be mvps. Don't worry sweetie!

[molotovmoustache]

[The crowd's cheers threaten to barrell down on them in such a way that Baptiste has to strain to hear that tense whisper. He closes his eyes, shutting out one sense in hopes of helping his focus. His breathing is forced into a steady, purposeful rhythm.

To the audience, the steadying breath is fully a telegraph of satisfaction. He punctuates it with a wiggle of his ass, his makeshift tail swaying.

He would sell this nonexistant, toothy bite. Especially as Fuuta tenses under him and - to the onlooker - would seem to be shocked into silence. Lips moving in an unheared plea, a beautiful fascimile of a prey animal.]

I'm going to bite you this time. [Baptiste's whisper adopts that of a guide. As if he were an instructor walking a new recruit through the ropes.] Tell me what you can handle while I do that.

[His head wheels back, as if in triumph for the crowd. His eyes flick around to look at those that gawk at them, a smirk playing on his features. The shifting of his head allows for one cheek to graze the fur of his collar before the other one does the same.

Relaxed. In control.

In seconds he snaps downward to bite at the side of Fuuta's neck. The forward motion itself holds all of the power in this bite as his weight bears down on the young man. First lips graze at flesh before his mouth opens to drag teeth over the spot.

He works a steady mark of dominance into Fuuta's neck as he waits for Fuuta's insight. If Fuuta takes too long, he'll shift to begin making another.]

[tonguetoxicity]

They can, but it's going to take longer. You have to know what you're doing.

[He'd have to come up with a plan. Something that would help him stay sane. Much like Bakugo was doing. He wasn't the sit around and be screwed type.]

To be fair? I was trying not to drown.

[He offered a sour look and a huff.]

Secrecy is not above survival.

[flaminghot]

[ His hands are indeed callused from sword work—from all sorts of training, really, as well as faint burn scars here or there, some traces of his fire elemental energy simmering just below the surface. He has no intention of wielding that power right now, however; he’s heating up for an entirely different reason, and that reason is… ]

You…

[ He hadn’t expected Matoba to go this far, and now he can’t help but watch, furiously blushing yet transfixed, mesmerized by the motions of that tongue that reminds him somehow of Sooley, except that instead of an abrasive feline tongue, he seems to have stuck his hand into a far more dangerous snare… ]

That’s…enough.

[ Despite his best attempts at composure there’s no hiding just how visibly rattled he is, his skin flushed, his body thrumming heat both supernatural and mundane, both totally fixated on these profound new sensations he’d just been introduced to. ]

[tonguetoxicity]

[The bruises would certainly be a story to tell and a reason for a secret smile.

Nara shuddered at the vampire's touch, and found himself kissing and nipping lightly at Reign's shoulder and neck, nuzzling at his skin. Reign's expressions, his arch was lovely.

It made his hand move quicker, trying to help the others body relax and be as ready as he could for him. He wanted, needed to be within him as soon as possible.

[flaminghot]

[ Just who does this guy think he is? Even Eiden hadn’t shown him nearly as much respect, and he’d bedded that one already!

But Dante’s still trying to keep himself calm despite the adrenaline coursing through his veins from his defeat of the statue, his eyes and his ears still attuned to their surroundings while Rei yammers on and on and on. ]

Did you think your petty insults could provoke me, when I could—

[ There’s a brief flash of movement in the corner of his eye, and if Rei doesn’t move away in time he’ll get shoved aside without further warning. The statue’s managed to rise to its feet and it’s now attempting to reach out for its intended victim earlier, only to find itself locking hands with Dante, who’s now attempting to push it back and seek out an opening for another strike, muscles flexing and straining from the effort— ]

Just what are these things…

[eaudevamp]

Mmnh... Yes, m-more... [ Whether it's the kisses and nips, or more fingers in his ass, hard to tell. Perhaps both. But it's easy to tell as Reign moves his hips, wanting more.

He knows his impatience will be his undoing, but it's not as if he hasn't taken large cocks up his ass before. He just... needs to prepare a tad more for Nara's. If the shifter obliges him, two will soon turn to three, and Reign would be squirming with need, gasping with each thrust of Nara's fingers.

All the while, he continues to touch Nara's cock, his movements faltering at times. ] Nara, please... I want...!

[flaminghot]

[ If he hadn’t known that Wildcards were the only newbies in town, he’d have mistaken her for one of them. How can anyone be this stupid, especially after they’ve been here longer than he has? He doesn’t like the way the resort staff are eying her right now…

…Sigh. ]

Fine. I choose her.

[ He tries to look as nonchalant about it as possible, but this whole thing is making him feel more apprehensive than he likes. ]

You are free to tie her up if she misbehaves.

[ratratrat]

[This bastard kicked his heels like he's spurring a horse, and you went, Bakugo. He'll certainly remember that the guy can be motivated if treated a bit like a work animal... but planning for the future is far from Charlie's mind as the pair rushes forward again. The scent of smoke catches in his throat and he coughs, clinging tighter as stale air constricts in inert lungs.

He hasn't breathed in days!

The hacking replaces any further argument about how dodging and blasting arrows is absolutely breaking the rules!!

When Bakugo's hand crashes into his back, Charlie's grip only tightens. His shirt's more likely to rip than his body is to become dislodged, but they're spared the pasty sight of his back with a thock.

It's disorienting. Charlie's still not used to flinging around the land and skies with this guy, but the sensation of rolling along the ground cradled is a new unfamiliar.

One he prefers.

Once they skid to a stop, he tentatively relaxes his grip. Not to depart the battlefield like he'd been shouting for, but to shift to the boy's side rather than his back. Chin now nestled against shoulder, Charlie splays an arm across Bakugo's chest and wraps their closest ankles together.]

You... Guess we're both out now, huh? [Nothing left to do but cuddle, apparently?]

[snakelace]

[ Midnight’s own climax sends Baizhu spiraling into his, that burst of heat from within drawing a breathless moan from him as he shudders from his own release.

The bathwater must be a mess of mud and come and blood by now, never mind the efficient drainage, but all Baizhu can sense is Midnight, the overwhelming presence of him, the feel of him, the smell of him…

The warmth of him, knowing that he’s been warmed still further by his own life’s blood… ]

Don’t forget…the value of your own life…

[ The words come out between pants, Baizhu in his exhaustion sinking bonelessly into Midnight’s much sturdier frame, the pain of their final conversation together before Midnight had been turned into a statue still fresh in his mind. The way the man had the audacity to think his life’s worth throwing away for a drink…

It makes him want to punch the man, really. ]

[shanksyourfeels]

[ Shanks keeps is hand usually on Reign's shoulder, allowing him to stay close, instantly protective. ]

Walked right in. [ Shanks gives Reign a smile he hopes is comforting. ]

I was concerned [ there's only a small pause, barely noticeable - he doesn't want to confuse this Reign, who seems to not recognize him, at the moment ] about a friend.

Do you know of a way out?

[asixthsense]

[It's a rather intimidating sight, even for him. Youkai with tentacles typically made it a point to use them to choke him. This made Natsume cautious as he stepped into the room, shutting the door behind him.

He understood the state the poor man was in, after a quick discussion with one of the attendants. Natsume had assumed they'd taken Kleken to an infirmary, only to find out he was very wrong. It wasn't that he'd injured the man, exactly, but he was definitely responsible for putting him in this situation. Kleken had obviously been trying to avoid exactly this happening with the disguise he'd used.

Natsume felt a little miffed about it as well, seeing as he'd been trying to make a point of not actually hitting someone with an arrow, but he couldn't really hold it against him. He eased closer to the bed, his voice soft.]

H-hello? I'm Natsume, and I wanted to apologize for hitting you with the arrow... I'm here to try to help you...

[He wasn't sure how upset Kleken was, how or if he planned to retaliate, but Natsume still brought himself in range of those writhing tentacles.]

[chiffonades]

[ The worry in her gaze pricks at him again, and even though Sanji knows it’s warranted given what the markings have already done, it makes his simmering anger at this shitty resort want to boil over. Back at home, she’d never looked at him quite like that before. It’s something new, something unique to this place born of her experiences here and that’s a fact he’ll never forget or forgive the House for.

It takes more effort than he’d ever admit to keep from shivering when her fingers wrap around his arm like that, like he’s something precious and important. That she wants to protect him and keep him safe aren’t surprising— they’re crewmates and that’s what they do for one another— but it still feels new given his short tenure on the crew. ]

I will. [ He agrees with a quick nod of his head, determinedly ignoring the slight feeling of warmth that starts bleeding into the rest of his skin from the marks. A part of him wants to tell he that it’s almost too much already— each hunger pang is an uncomfortable reminder of that damned rock— but no, not yet.

And in that time, as she offers to find someone else, he shakes his head before he really has time to think about it, words tumbling out of his mouth quickly. ]

No, no, I’d, uh, rather it be you. [ He takes a deep breath, eyes focused on hers, teeth worrying his bottom lip. ] If anyone’s gonna help me, I want it to be someone I trust, you know? [ It’s awkward to admit and awkward to talk about, but yeah, given the choice… even though they’re crewmates, he’ll always take her over anyone else in this place.

Watching her take another drink, he starts to pour himself one, a thoughtful frown on his face. It’s just straight liquor over some ice for himself, nothing fancy as he nods and decides to start with something specific. ]

How about this? [ His voice is quiet as he looks at her, leaning forward and lightly resting a hand on her shoulder, and tries something easier to break the ice. ] Tell me what you like to do here when you’ve got free time.

[asixthsense]

Wha- No, no it usually doesn't hurt much at all, unless it's something that might get angry and try to break me. That doesn't happen very often.

[Reign might pick up that he'd said something and not someone. But then he's whipping out a piece of hair decoration and leaving Natsume as the one with more questions. Mostly one, actually. Why did Reign need something like that?

Not that he didn't appreciate the gesture.]

I'm willing to give anything a try. Do you mind...?

[Natsume turned his head, mindful of the golden antlers. He wasn't sure what to do with them, but maybe Reign could find a place to slip the hairpin on him.]