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

[keyeju]

[ Shame for everyone else in the world, because Mr. John Lee here looks very good like this. For a man so composed and talking business just a little bit ago down on the lower floors, he's really tossed that composure out the window at this point.

Narumi does admire his ability to articulate his needs so clearly still, snorting quietly to himself as the elevator doors open up. ]

Got it. You need a little more stimulation then.

[ He's learning the game of using innuendos slowly, and hasn't fully gotten there yet, but he's trying. Look, it hardly matters when the guy in front of him seems ready to pop at any moment regardless. He'll pull his leg back (sorry, Zhongli), and grab Mr. Business by the loosened front of his robe. ]

C'mon then.

[ Before dragging him out of the elevator and towards his room.

Warning: Narumi's room is an absolute disaster. Ripped open packaging and boxes can be found everywhere. Food containers are largely concentrated in one area (thankfully), but it looks like the bed is mostly taken up by discarded purchases, and Narumi does his sleeping on a pile of blankets in the middle of his room where a human size space has been created for him to sleep in.

I'm so sorry that Zhongli was brought here when out of his mind with horny need. He deserves better. He deserves to be able to walk way in disgust.

Narumi is at least nudging one of the empty boxes further out of the way with his foot to make a little more space. Does this make things better?

... This does not make things better. ]

worth waiting for!

[the_roman]

[ He inhales shakily. It's not like his body hasn't already been responding to their closeness and the implicit threat of Sylus' power. Feeling Sylus' hand sliding higher, caressing, his heart feels like it'll bruise his ribs from the inside.

His eyes flutter closed for a moment. ]

Don't kiss me, [ he warns -- inhales, exhales. ] But don't bother to be nice.

[afullmoon]

Chika would not be surprised if he had some beautiful bruises forming rapidly. He didn't know if there was a moon cycle here either, and if he was stuck healing the normal human way. If he did, so be it. He'd just...have to learn to be cautious.

Chika laughed, though it was more quiet then usual. Mostly because they were in the hospital wing, more or less.

"Yeah, that's kinda the point ain't it. Unicorns being rare and all."

He shrugged, smiling, and felt over his own swelling knuckles.

"Werewolves- I guess they're the most common. But they're still pretty minor compared to the human race and all that. But...yeah. Guess we have some stuff in common."

But not everything. It made him weary as go how much he should say.

[afullmoon]

"You are putting on a show...for me."

He was being an evil little wolf, that was for sure. He just wants to hear a please, and Baptiste can show everyone how good he was in giving a ride! But not before then.

Even if he did look cute, all pink cheeked and moaning.

"Just say please." He grinned, his fingers pumping and quickening within as a third finger slowly pushed its way in. "And I'll let you be the star of the show."

[canttrickmeanymore]

None of Loki's glaring or grumping is bothering Peter at all. In fact, he, quite possibly, finds it amusing. And he is definitely intrigued by just how painfully hard Loki's cock is.

Also by how much Loki seems to like being ordered around. Not that under normal circumstances Peter would be at all good at being more of a dominant, but maybe he can help Loki find someone who is.

Whatever is currently affecting Peter has him very pleased at the near immediate obedience of the command he gave. That is ridiculously hot. Power or something like it is a heady drug.

Peter motions to the cushions on the floor. "Of course. I'm not unreasonable." Not entirely. "And since I can't be sure you'll be able to manage afterward, I want you to handle me first. Are you any good at sucking cock?"

Assuming so, Peter will draw his out and let Loki get to work. It's unlikely to take very long for Peter to get off, but he doesn't care about that. This is so he's more comfortable for when he teases Loki in a few minutes.

[canttrickmeanymore]

Since the two of them are fairly low rank (well, Peter is once he's officially checked into the resort), maybe they can skulk around investigating without being noticed, since no one will really pay any attention to them unless they are obnoxiously noticeable.

"Biting is highly inadvisable," Peter states flatly. Though, that means nothing if Bakugo doesn't give a shit about any potential punishments that might be meted out to him. Under typical circumstances, Peter would never say he was putting someone to use - for anything at all, much less sexually. He'd find it obscene. But, these aren't typical circumstances.

"I'm not sure you have a choice in the matter though," he adds. Regular Peter would be absolutely appalled at saying such a thing.

[keyeju]

[ Who knew a little wanton destruction was so good for getting favors out of people? Though that might not usually be the case, it sure worked out for her this time. She has now become the least loathsome person that Narumi owes a debt to.

Shame it's yet another person that, Japanese name or not, doesn't seem to blink at his own name. He's given up on most people coming from his world at this point though, other than the one person he happens to know from back home, so at least he's no longer taking offense to the lack of recognition.

He'll still sigh a little, before the nickname hits and his face screws up for a moment as she turns to leave. Cutie isn't the most demeaning thing he's been called since coming to this resort, but it's on the list of nicknames he's not loving.

With a louder, more frustrated sigh of his own, he'll give one last petulant look to the now busted statue head, put his foot on it to give it a good shove across the floor, and make his own way out of this room before any other slab of marble decides to try and get fresh with him. ]

blursed voice twins :'D

[lieabilities]

I wouldn't dare.

[ With zero confidence and zero experience in any sort of wrestling that wasn't in the bedroom or in filthy back alley streets, he winces a little as he's pulled into a headlock and left completely unsure of the next movement to do. He knows what he would do if his tentacles were out and cooperative, but in this moment... ]

[ Well the only thing he knew for sure he would need to do is attempt to get an arm around Jun and knock them both into the mud. As undesired as that is, every disadvantage that came his way would also go the way of his opponent. ]

[ Mud is at least a little water-adjacent though. He can work with that. ]

[indigently]

[ No management, no clear goal, just endless indulgence. Kaveh isn't sure he could have said it better himself. Day in and day out, the temporary inhabitants of the resort are required to feast themselves on each other's bodies for reasons of which none of them seem to be aware. They're paid for it, and the act stops them from turning mad or worse—but why? None of it has been explained, none of it has been offered to any of them even slightly...

But... hm. A quid pro quo? Sylus is intelligent, that much is clear.

...Or is he testing him?

Before he can think to answer, another question follows, and Kaveh sighs. His arms fold over his chest, a defensive motion, and his eyes dart away, unable to look at the other man for the few moments that follow.

He sighs. ]

...Yeah. Quid pro quo arrangements help, I guess. If that's what you meant. But honestly I've just... I've found it easier to reach out and make friends. We're all in the same situation, so if you've got a group of people you can rely on, then it's not as tough. Right?

[ It's a different kind of friendship making, but he's not about to go into the details of that fact. He's sure the other can figure that out for himself, anyway. ]

[lieabilities]

You have quite a bit of other things to discover about me.

[ Well okay Minos has probably already discovered having an absolute tidal wave of tentacles being thrust at him at some point in their time knowing each other, the move an attempt to encircle the man and get him pinned down on the bed beside Kleken once more. Because if Minos was just going to be disgustingly charming at him when given control, then Kleken was absolutely going to fight back against him for control of this wild dream ride. ]

[lieabilities]

[ He rather enjoys the fuss he's garnered for a moment, and while her eyes may be fooled by the illusion he's put him, a simple touch would be all it takes to give away the secret. ]

Oh, it looks much worse than it is.

[ With a glance to the side to ensure any more guards are out of sight, the illusion is dropped, leaving him just a little damp from the exchange of water during their fight, but otherwise completely fine. ]

But perhaps I could reserve that offer for a healing for the future?

[ Far be it from him to pass on an offer for a healing service. ]

[lieabilities]

[ There's the opportunity he needed. ]

[ He would like to grimace over the force Bakugo used against his illusion, but there's hardly any time for it. To make the illusion look as believable as he can, he needs to give his full attention to the act he's about to sell. ]

[ The body is hit directly by the blast! To a trained eye like Bakugo's the actions are delayed, just the slightest, by mere milliseconds, but they're on point enough to fool the audience above them, which cheers as Kleken's 'body' tumbles out of the ring in a sizzling mess. He can't illusion any sort of audio onto the body, so he has himself pass out instead, with tentacles gone limp and enough flaming pieces of tentacles scattered around himself to keep the guards from getting to close and checking the body's condition. ]

[ The illusion on himself flickers briefly as a result of the complexity, revealing a strayed tentacle as a result, but it's quickly put back up. Hopefully they'll be lowered back into the recovery and rest area, because Kleken was really taxing himself maintaining this complex illusion. ]

[lieabilities]

[ Kleken had unfortunately been left unaware of what the arrow colors represented, but given the state he'd been left in from a full and partial shot of one, he could only assume most if not all of them had effects along these lines. Whether he's incorrect or not on that doesn't particularly matter at the moment though, not when lust is boiling through his veins and mind as he looks down at Natsume like the predatory creature he's compared to. ]

Wonderful.

[ That soft submission- almost eagerness to make amends for his actions- is enough to cut through the mostly mannerly position Kleken keeps regarding casual sex and finally indulge. His tentacles move fully then, exploring over Natsume's skin while Kleken himself leans himself down to catch his fingers under the younger man's chin and tilt his head for a kiss that's all heat and hunger. The movement of his hips are met with a muffled groan, the erection in Kleken's own pants clear and near throbbing underneath his clothes. ]

[ Speaking of clothes, some of those tentacles will be working straight away on disrobing them both before any messes can be made against the materials. ]

[blundering]

If ya know what you're lookin' for, it's easy! And 'sides, I cook most meals. So that's pretty much how me and my partner avoid all the drugged food.

[ Besides, also knowing about the flower pollen, it's all too easy to avoid. ]

Once you've been 'round enough, it'll be like second nature.

[eaudevamp]

[ Reign pauses once he takes the redhead's hand, hesitance clear on his face. But then he comes to a decision and nods. That gentle voice somehow manages to convince him, and Reign feels deep down within him that for some unexplainable reason, he can trust this man.

Without another word, Reign lightly squeezes the other's hand before leading both of them towards the nearest exit. It's one of the backdoors that should lead out into the courtyard, though when he steps through it with the redhead in tow, Reign can't help but blink in confusion.

He glances to his side, recognition befalling him at the sight of who his companion is. ] ...Sh-Shanks? [ A panicked look over his shoulder tells him that they've made it out of that strange room. ] We're escaped...

[mistopportunities]

[The response is exactly what Aalto would have said, honestly. Be clear about what you're distracted by? Overrated. Silly.

The elevator moves, its hum somehow familiar, and he offers a broad smile just the same. It's all disarming and warm, really. And of course not! Heavens knows Aalto only bites when he must. Otherwise, he would risk too many valuable clients, you know?]

Wellll, I suppose I can't blame you. I've worked hard for this figure, and it's nice to know it's gone noticed! [Is it an act? Yes and no. It's really hard to tell where the confidence ends and the facade begins, as he prefers it.] I gotta be honest, I don't usually use it as collateral, though.

Casually dies for 300 years im gomen

[mistopportunities]

Have you ever considered a career in information brokering? It sounds like you'd take to it easily if that's how you feel.

[bemused, and surely truthful. Surely. Really though it kind of is—but Aalto is more interested in voraciously taking in all that Midnight has to say. The amount of information is significantly more than he expected, actually... even if a lot of it aligns with his expectations.]

Well then, that sounds just like home... always pick your battles carefully, and all. Thankfully, I'm a pretty agreeable guy. And as long as I have my freedom, well, I tend to be a happy guy too. Good food and drink, good company.

[mistopportunities]

[what a hefty warning. Aalto hums thoughtfully, like it doesn't bother him at all. Of course it does, especially being dragged into all this without even the faintest thread of warning...]

Guess I'll have to be careful about that, then. Wouldn't want to worry any of you nice folks, either.

[He is... absolutely just going to flop onto the pillows, hair scattering somewhat around him. It feels oddly comforting being treated this way—certainly, it scratches at the surface of that hunger... a strange thing he's not convinced its coincidence.]

No, nothing like that—non-alcoholic, though. I'm not fond of anything that messes with my cognition.

[He's going to have to deal with the whole sex thing eventually... right now he's just not thinking about it. Before Reign slips off though, he does find himself reaching to just brush his hair back a little.]

... thanks.

[tfy]

As a matter of fact, I did! You're not having trouble hearing, are you? If so, I recommend getting your ears checked! I've heard the salon offers discounted ear cleanings ♪

[If Bakugo is going to be immature, then Hiyori will be immature right back. Even though, as the older party here, you'd think he'd be inclined to take the high road.

Hiyori isn't too worried about the broken statue they abandoned. He doubts it'll have pieced itself back together by the time they return. And if it has, well, next time they ought to run. There's no sense in trying to fight an enemy who can resurrect itself as many times as it wants. Hiyori doesn't know much about being a superhero, but surely knowing which battles to pick is part of the job.

But never mind the statue. Or their quest to find a cart, or Bakugo's battle scars, or any of it. Bakugo stops to talk about the memory issue and the time discrepancies some more, and Hiyori stands there with his face all twisted up, mimicking the way his guts tie themselves into knots.

Of course nothing Bakugo's saying is news. Rinne and Leo had supposedly been in the resort for two months before him and Jun arrived, and there was no disappearance he could recall, nor any resulting manhunt. It's possible time is frozen outside. Possible the House leaves no trace of their kidnapping. And if they ever do send people back home, and they don't want to leave behind any trace, well... wouldn't it make sense to erase those people's memories?

But he hadn't thought about it like that. At this point, he doesn't like to. It's sad to think he'd be forgetting all the people he's met here when he goes home, all the experiences he's had and topics he's learned about. But the thought of forgetting everything he's shared with Jun here? That's not just "sad." That's almost unbearable.

And so he frowns, trying to conjure some other explanation, even though he knows what Bakugo's saying makes all too much sense.]

We don't know what happens when someone goes home. You said that person was taken from around the same time as you, but there's no reason to think he got kidnapped, went back to your world, lost all his memories, and then got kidnapped again, right? No one who's gone home can talk to us about it, so we don't know for sure whether you lose your memories of this place or not.

[But as he speaks, his words sound hollow to his own ears. If the House wants to keep its secret illegal operation going forever, why wouldn't they erase people's memories before sending them home?

If they even send people back home at all, mind you.]

[massochism]

Even if he can hear it in his voice, at least Olivine isn't the type to call him out. In fact, there's a faint sense of understanding there as Dante secures him and speaks.

"... you needn't—mmmh..." Olivine's arms shift to slide around the redhead's shoulders as he leans in for a kiss, head tilting slightly to ease the effort. The Sun Lord's relative inexperience isn't really a problem for him anyway, mouths slotting together and his tongue teasing gently at warm lips. When he pulls back for a breath, he speaks softly. "... it's my job to please you, after all."

[bullistics]

[ Minos merely scoffs when those tentacles come after him, not at all fighting back or struggling when they pin him down as Kleken wished, because all he has to do is smile smugly at him to indicate that, yes, he still has the upper hand here.

Surely Kleken hadn’t expected him to be scared? ]

Still a sore loser, I see.

[ He flexes his muscles amid the firm and slimy bonds of his tentacles, noting how hot and slippery they feel against his skin, the way heat curls low in his belly at the thought of being pinned down and helpless and at their mercy—

Even if he’s still confident enough in his own abilities to fight his way out of this. ]

I hope this isn’t all you’re capable of.

[flaminghot]

He tastes different from Eiden.

He wonders why that even surprises him. But it’s difficult not to compare, when all his other encounters have been with that irritating fool thus far, and this is…a nice change of pace, actually, the heat and the shared essence between them somehow warming the air, making it hot and sticky and oddly…comforting. Like a good sauna, perhaps, or the dry roughness of Sooley’s tongue when he’s being particularly affectionate.

And that’s not even considering just…how nice Olivine is, gently offering his services like this. At this point, Dante can’t be picky, but he knows he can definitely do worse. Much worse. Is ceiling Rei watching them

“You…already please me very much.”

These sure are words he’d never expected to hear himself say, but it’s also the unvarnished truth. He is enjoying this, and…

“Now…show me how well you worship the…divine…”

[shanksyourfeels]

[ They are fortunate that Reign trusted him, in that case. Shanks rushes with the child through the courtyard, then...pauses with a pleased sigh. ]

You seem to have returned to your senses.

We have. Feeling any better? We should probably, also, leave the room, before it gets any more ideas.

[polarbearstrong]

Right, the expectations.

[January has been...trying not to think about that too hard. He's not actually properly...sorted anyway so it isn't as if he's desirable for anyone in terms of the "game".

But Christ, is he really expected to have sex with 52 other people? The idea is both uncomfortable and, honestly, exhausting. He thinks back to his attempts, when he was a bit younger, to actually try figuring out relationships. Not that he's expected to have 52 relationships, but he'll have to at least attract that many people and Christ he just doesn't know how to do that.

Probably all of that shows in his expression, a little, even though he tries to look like a good sport, still smiling (though it is almost definitely off-kilter now).]

Some adjustments to be made there too, I expect.

[cartographie]

[ For everything she's done since arriving, somehow this – keeping her eyes trained on his as his fingertips map the folds of her cunt, touching her for the first time – feels almost a hundred times more intimate than most of what came before it. Whether or not that's her loneliness talking is unimportant, in fact, nothing seems more pressing than the first wisps of pleasure his touches send moving through her. That blissful beginning makes her eyelashes flutter and her lips part while a shiver runs down her spine, a dazed, dreamy look that turns hot and sharp as his hand sinks into her hair to tug it back, guiding her face up. ]

So wet– [ Breathing soft against his mouth as she repeats those words, her hips rolling forward slightly, encouraging more of his touch. ] So tight and hot for you too, Sanji. [ Based on the way her heart's pounding, and the heat all but radiating off her skin, it's clear that isn't an exaggeration. Those soft fingers he runs over her folds, gathering the wetness already clinging to that silky flesh, stoke her desire as easily as a more direct caress.

He mentions his cock and, as if asked, one hand lifts to wrap around it in a warm, loose fist. ] It already feels so fucking good, Sanji. [ There's no masking the need in that tight little whisper, and Nami doesn't bother to try, the hot wetness of his pre on her hand keeping her palm slicked up enough to start stroking him. ] You're already so hard for me too, I wanna feel your cock spreading my cunt open.