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

[chiffonades]

Use the Watch… okay. [ At her mention of the Watch, Sanji frowns down at it thoughtfully, really inspecting it in depth for the first time. While they have clocks and watches back home— it still strikes him how strange it is to have to think of himself as being in a totally separate place from everything he’s ever known— all they do is tell time and nothing else.

He has to stand still for a few minutes, finger awkwardly poking and swiping around the screen, going to the wrong place more than once, but he’s also a quick learner. Eventually, he finds the little icon that looks like it might be right and finally places a request for a staff member to bring up some clothing for him and Weiss to the room. ]

Pretty sure I got it. [ The tone of his voice indicates his relief at figuring that out just as clearly as the small, pleased smile on his face does. ] It says someone’ll drop off a few things shortly.

[ While he doesn’t know how they know what size of clothing to bring up, although given that they have them captive, it’s not too hard to figure out. ]

Nah, can’t be. [ He gives his head a little shake, that thoughtful look back on his face. There’s no denying he feels warm. His skin still looks its normal color when he glances down at his arms and hands, but it feels like it should be flushed. ] I’m a cook. Being good with heat and the stove is a requirement. Cooking a couple of omelettes wouldn’t make me feel warm. [ It makes him uneasy, feeling warm when everything felt cool just a few moments ago. His shoulders lift in a quick shrug after a moment as he turns his head to give her an uncertain smile. ] Let’s just go see about the clothing? Maybe a short walk’ll help.

[ Never mind that he can feel himself growing a little warmer as he stands there. Sanji just wants to get out of this suite and start looking for Nami. Doing that will help, no matter what’s causing the warmth sliding across his skin and seeping deeper inside him. Right?

And so he starts to take a few steps forward, retracing the steps that brought them down here while smiling and pointedly ignoring whatever’s going on with his body. ]

[armwriostle]

[There is no way to come out looking like the better man when you're naked and covered in mud after getting tackled down. Sorry, Kleken. There is no saving face nor trying to carry that usual aura and being relatively successful in pulling it off.

Especially as Wriothesley taps the man's nose with a finger, leaving more mud on them. Kleken is very cool looking, obviously.]

Hmm, somehow I imagine that someone as sharp as you knows how to hold their own in a fight. [He lets out a low hum.] Or are you simply giving up? Is this an act of surrender?

[philancer]

[ That muffled moan reminds him and he's not sure he's allowed, but at the moment he doesn't give a damn. Fingers fumble with the clasp at the side of Midnight's head, tugging the buckle free and drawing the gag out. it gets tossed aside with the same dismissal as the tail is given, but Sylvain is quick to replace it with his own lips, kiss hungry and demanding.

His groan is muffled into that kiss as he sinks down on the other man's cock. He's fortunately stretched and slicked - to an extent - from the thick plug, but it's still not quite the size of Midnight as he starts to fuck up into him. And Sylvain presses back to meet him, greedy as his nails bite into the flesh of Midnight's shoulders as he rocks above him. ]

[bleakdecember]

[Akechi will give the resort credit, they are very good about having lube almost always within reach. It makes a lot of things far more convenient.

He gasps, faintly, when he feels Concord's finger on his entrance. That turns to a faint hiss at the sudden cold of the lube, but he's used to that by now. Instead he exhales slowly, forcing himself to relax and help accept Concorc'd thumb.

His very large thumb. Wow. Akechi's glad he's had plenty of experience before, because this would be a hell of a first time.]

You know... what they say about guys with big hands. [With a breathy laugh.] I hope you live up to that.

[afullmoon]

The sharp noise was wonderful, especially the whine. He loved it from the way his lips moved into a large, shit-eating grin. And the crowd heard it too.

It was quite the sight for everyone- the hazy eyes, the lube dripping down...it would be amazing once it was cum.

Really, he was cruel to stop now, just to get Bapiste onto his lap. But he had begged so prettily. Maybe he could be forgiven for the edging.

"It sounds like you're used to taking the big ones." He drawled as the bottle was uncapped. And since the hunter was so eager, he just stroked it over his own cock, hard and quick, enough to make himself wince from the roughness.

But he was already rewarding himself by moving to lift the blond up by the hips.

"Here princess." He murmured into his ear, even as he made to push him down onto his cock. "This is all for you."

[tonguetoxicity]

[He felt like he was locked in. He'd never be able to pull out, it felt like. But the way he was wrapped around (even trapped in) he couldn't bring himself to get worked about it.

Well...not angry about it at least.]

Mm-a treasure I'll have to pillage. Reap? I'm not sure.

[He huffed out a small laugh, and jerked his hips, trying to see if he could. And maybe too, to hear Reign gasp.]

I think...this is all we can get in for now. You'd get more if you were sitting on me...maybe.

[They weren't kidding about him being a pillar.]

[tonguetoxicity]

Maybe my ears are still ringing from your shouting!

[Clearly he hadn't been listening well.

And don't snap him with a towel, they'd just end up smacking each other in a towel fight! Just you know. Affirming friendship things.]

Maybe the water couldn't. Or whatever it was, wasn't big enough.

[He huffed a sigh, kicking idly at the floor tiles.]

Dare I ask about the statues?

[molotovmoustache]

[The young man beneath him squirms under his teeth, and Baptiste would be lying if he said there wasn't something tempting buried in that sensation. His tongue laps against skin before he takes to bruising it in a second love bite. A hum of affirmation denotes his understanding of Fuuta's answer.

One of his hands reaches up to grasp a handful of hair and yank backward. Exposing more of Fuuta's throat and giving him more solid purchase as his mouth begins to work the next patch of flesh. Each new mark a work of teeth and tongue on pale canvas - as if Baptiste knew exactly how he would denote his 'ownership' here: a plethora of blooming bruises that could easily be seen by bystanders.

A thorough display of a possessive 'beast' in the ring - and a convenient way to continue their conversation under pretense. His words are more muffled against Fuuta's flesh when he speaks next.]

We'll do your mouth. If the crowd needs more, I'll fuck your thighs while jacking you off, all right? [This is punctuated with a little kiss this time.] No chest. If something else needs to change, scratch me down the chest.

[His breath is heavy against damp flesh - the warmth between them nearly intoxicating. Lips press a triumphant kiss into the third cluster of bruising he's created as his own weight shifts to his knees. His fingers loosen in Fuuta's hair before readjusting their grip. His thumb swipes a soothing stroke into scalp as he speaks.]

They've brought me one with such an impressive mouth! [Baptiste's free hand reaches to trace a line from temple to jaw - pads of his fingers brushing over the edge of an eyepatch in the process. His fingers draw from Fuuta's jaw to swipe over the lower lip.]

Such a sharp tongue, how could I not indulge?

[An impish smile plays on his features before he slides his fingers into the other's mouth to press at his tongue. The delight of the crowd echoes this sentiment, Fuuta's previous yapping at them no forgotten in the least. Long fingers roughly trace at the inside of cheek before beginning to take a careful, purposeful slide down the other's throat. He towers over the other as his fingers explore the other's mouth, his own tongue working over his bottom lip as if he relished each and every twitch.]

[molotovmoustache]

[Miraj's response forces a soft scoff to leave Baptiste's throat. He shoots the LaSombra a curious look as his hands work to slip the draped layers of linen off his body. More fabric than one would've thought that made up that short, little toga pools to the ground at his feet. He guides the pile away from the tub with his foot - a small precaution to make sure he didn't end up returning to soggy linens after all of this.

He climbs into the tub behind Miraj - careful as he settles in behind the kindred. Behind so he can keep a better eye on the creature before him (or so he tells himself).]

Wanted to do this? Now, why wouldn't I want to be at your every beck and call? Besides, I told you! I've become a champion bathing partner after the last month. You really should be singing praises that of all the guys here you ended up with me.

[It's ridiculous. Baptiste knows its ridiculous. The smile on his face and the tone of his voice make it clear as he leans in to the bit - his hand reaching to grasp at one of the textured bars of soap that had been left for them. A spicy, earth scent that Baptiste meets with a hum of approval before he dips the bar into the water and presses it to the other's back.

He knew the guy was small but now that's he's here and beginning to wash his back? ... This guy is little.]

[eaudevamp]

[ All that does is to elicit a gasping laugh out of Reign, so Nara does succeed in that. He shudders at the waves of pleasure flooding his senses, clenching around Nara from the sheer sensation of it. ]

That's... [ What had he wanted to say? Reign finds his mind somewhat distracted, struggling to form a coherent sentence. ] Maybe. Yeah...

[ So instead of saying more, Reign places a hand on Nara's chest and push the shifter onto his back, then climbs back atop the man and slowly slides down the thick cock. ] Like th-this...? [ He asks in a breathless moan, leaning over Nara with an indulgent smile, hands on either side of the shifter's head as his brown hair frame them like a veil. ]

[theidlemaiden]

[ Hilda had never really seen the point in bullying people unless there was good reason to. Then again, her bar for that was rather low and really only had two criteria: they were usually men and usually had some sort of attitude that needed a little bit of humbling. As far as she can tell, Yor doesn't tick either of those boxes.

And as for weird? She's got a best friend at home is a little quiet and a little gloomy but no less wonderful. It hardly seems fair to judge someone just because they're a little odd.

The feeding station comes into view and she offers her a bag of feed. ]

Of course. And I don't mean that in a sex way either. I think relying on each other is the only way we're going to be able to figure anything out about this place. And how to get out of here.

[ She motions down the other path where there was typically an area for guests to sit and feed birds. ]

Is this world pretty similar to yours?

[asixthsense]

Nothing special. Just sandwiches and curry, if I'm careful.

[He makes a face when his stomach growls, embarrassed and a little exasperated.]

I haven't actually been able to eat all day- actually I should say, it doesn't matter how much I try to eat, it just seems to disappear after I try to swallow something. I think it might be a curse that has something to do with the tattoos I woke up with.

[Said tattoos are not very hard to miss. He's just wearing a white semi-sheer robe and loose-fitting white pants. The gold cherry blossom branch design on his arms and legs stretch out from a tree design on his back.]

[armwriostle]

Well, isn't that just how it is as a person? Our desires change and people want to make the most of their life. I suppose it matters more how you go about those whims of yours.

[But he's not here to lecture the other. He's sure if he wanted some strange, wise advice some random guy who's supposed to be at their beck and call then they would ask. Instead, he'll just play games as they ask.

While the other chooses scissors, Wriothesley instinctively keeps his fist balled for rock. Where, it's something he's most comfortable with as a boxer.] It seems I've won.

[riskybeenus]

[Admittedly, not how he expected things to go after nearly being drowned by his doppelganger in the water, but it was still a fun direction. Better than death by a wide margin, certainly. The new position is a bit strange, though he can't deny there was something heart-racing about being lifted in the air like this, practically at Kleken's mercy, with nowhere to run.

He usually doesn't like being in such a vulnerable position, but he supposed there is some comfort in their difference in rank being an advantage this time if he ever needed that trump card. It meant it's easy for him to grin and reach out, finger sliding over the back of Kleken's hand, lightly wrapping around his wrist to encourage him to slide his hand a little higher.]

Nah, I ain't into that. 'Sides, ain'tcha the one with the advantage right now?

[snakelace]

Oh, but leaving it up to fate can be a bit boring, can’t it?

[ He takes that coin again and flips it, muttering— ]

Heads.

[ —while it’s still in midair, though before it lands a small snake made of soft green light shoots out of his fingers, to jostle the coin as it falls, just enough so it lands…

…on tails. ]

[blastedass]

That doesn't affect your damn brain!

[Unless his brain is that damn weak. Bakugo glares at the tile wall beside him, as if he might be able to punch through it with eyes alone and smack this dumbass right in the cheek. It'd serve him right to get snapped with a towel! And he wouldn't be the loser in that battle either! He can down a damn dragon!

The agreement only gets a grunt before Bakugo gets back to washing off. As for the statues...]

You've seen the statues around the resort, right?

[keita]

Silk flowers, then, all right. Never mind the diffuser, the flowers are more than enough.

[ It's enough that Midnight wants to give him gifts at all. It's enough that Midnight thinks he deserves them. Keita looks back down at him with a lingering smile, unconscious as he examines the wonderful handsome angles of Midnight's face. The wonder of being loved, he thinks, his touch gentle against the edge of Midnight's jaw.

Keita leans down to kiss him again, only briefly but quite sincerely. ]

Thank you.

[pyrolyzed]

[ Christ, this kid's getting on his nerves. He'd been listening to those rebukes with an increasingly sour look his face, and Fuuta just wrinkles his nose at those last words before snapping, ]

Are you fucking done? Acting like you've got it all figured out?

[ It's uniquely frustrating, hearing this sort of idealistic nonsense coming from someone who probably does have it all. How else could he maintain this much egotistical optimism? He'd bet anything that this loser's never had his hopes squelched before, has no idea how lucky he's been. ]

Do you have any idea how irresponsible that is? Telling people delusional shit like 'you can just do it if you believe in yourself' and 'hard work will let you accomplish anything'? Are you gonna be there to provide backup if someone gets their hopes up and then gets crushed, huh? [ The bitter edge to his voice definitely stems from personal feelings, obviously in the way his nails briefly dig in where he's still grudgingly holding onto Bakugou's shoulders, and Fuuta glowers for a moment before averting his gaze. ] Feels good gassing people up, doesn't it. Since you get to pretend you're being such a big hero, saying all that inspirational bullshit. But it's not your responsibility if things go bad, either. It's all their fault they're not good enough. Works out real good for you, doesn't it.

[ It's followed by a hard click of the tongue before Fuuta shoves at Bakugou's chest, trying to disentangle himself from that bridal carry. Up ahead, just a short length down the hallway, there's a sign on the wall -- BROKEN WING. ]

Whatever. We're here, so put me down, now. You can fuck off and pat yourself on the back for being such a good hero.

[ His chest still aches pretty bad, but he's at least caught his breath enough to talk, so he figures walking down the short stretch of hallway should be manageable. Probably. ]

[orobashi]

( It's only expected that a man as polite and considerate as Wriothesley would offer such a thing, despite her attempts to quiet the requests from her little eel. The words should be a comfort, but instead, they feel like an added weight to her shoulders— one that earns a quiet little sigh as she tries to right her thoughts, tries to focus enough to know how one should handle themselves in a situation like this. )

I appreciate your consideration, Mister Wriothesley. ( Her eyes follow his movements now, watching as he sets up the tank with what seems to be some amount of familiarity. Her arms fold, reflecting her thoughts as she carefully chooses her words. )

But there are some things that seem far too much to be considered a simple favor or offering of help.

( Lt. Yellow lets out a pained little noise from around her wrist, somewhere between a whine and a groan. "Oh, but miss Kokomi... I'll die if you don't have more sex! Please, don't let me die... You're just barely having—"

With silent frustration, she covers Lt. Yellow's upper body section with her opposite hand, muffling him into just an assortment of groans as she clears her throat. )

...As I was saying, it's nothing that I would forgive myself for troubling you with.

[abit_ofboth]

Being amused at his pain only serves to make Loki glower more, even if he’s well aware that it does nothing to help matters. This whole situation is odd, but Loki is coming to accept that at least for the time being, Peter is very good at giving orders and Loki very much wants to take them.

Maybe once all of this is over, they can talk about it, but right now talking is the absolute last thing on his mind.

And seeing Peter pleased is making Loki feel like he’s doing something right and there’s a headiness to that he couldn’t express if he tried. Perhaps he could blame that as much on the strong aphrodisiac running through his system as much as Peter could blame the hotel is doing to him.

Before he answers, Loki falls gracefully to his knees on a pillow in front of Peter and grins up at him. “I suppose we’ll have to see, but I have not had any complaints.”

His eyes darken as Peter pulls out his cock, his own visibly twitching between his legs. Loki suddenly wants to suck him so badly he can actually feel his mouth begin to water. Without wasting another moment, Loki reaches out and takes Peter in hand, stroking him lightly before looking up at Peter and licking a long strip up his cock from base to tip. Then he wraps his lips around the head, his eyes slipping closed as the taste and smell of his musk fills Loki’s senses and he begins to slowly take him in.

[blastedass]

[As if this brat isn't any worse! Bakugo could care less what kind of face Fuuta's making; if he can't take the correction and criticism, he shouldn't have opened his damn mouth before. Goddammit, he's still wanting to go at it?!]

Who the fuck's acting?

[Fuuta doesn't know a shit thing about his history. What struggles he's had to deal with, or how he decided to fight against reality smacking him in the face. Bakugo doesn't have some sob story in his past, nothing to blame his own failings on. But like hell is he going to let either of those things excuse people for being cowards or assholes.]

Blah blah blah. You're the delusional one, senpai. [Voice dripping sarcasm. Fuuta's had to struggle with those very walls he's throwing up now. More excuses and protests. Belief and hard work will get someone a lot farther than giving up and doing nothing.

He lets Fuuta ramble on, eyes narrowing as he hears similar words, bitter regrets, that plenty of villains and disillusioned people have snarled, spat, grumbled, and yelled at the heroes who are trying to help them. The shit part is, not all of it's exaggerated or lies.

Though none of that has any holding on what's happening at the moment. When Fuuta starts shoving at him, Bakugo lets him go, first by the legs to swing down to his feet, then his shoulders as the next push sends the ginger rebounding away from him. Passing people up, pretending, responsibility, that's a lot of shit Fuuta's projecting onto a person and world he knows nothing about.

Standing back, Bakugo lowers his arms, not intending to follow him to the medical hall. It wouldn't do any good to point out how responsibility is what carried Fuuta all the way here; at this point, he'll only twist it into Bakugo's arrogance or pity. Not worth his damn time to argue that level of self-depreciation. This brat really has it out for the world. Probably to avoid recognizing something harsher.] You can't even see how hard you're breaking yourself down.

[Or maybe he can and that enrages him. Someone who no longer believes in his own strength. Prompting him to move in any way beyond his current plateau only pisses him off. Tch... His chest isn't the only thing broken. Sounds like he's given up completely.

Bakugo won't follow him. Only stays where he is and waits to make sure someone takes Fuuta in before he leaves.]

[worldbent]

[Matoba's eyebrow flits upward, amusement at the ease with which his goading stokes the fire in this man's belly. A fire of one sort, warmed by another; he knows his actions haven't left the man unaffected, either, or else wouldn't he simply be rebuffed?]

[But this stubborn pride is charming in its own way next to the previous flashes of inexperience. Better yet than a man led easily along was a man eagerly led along, eager to prove oneself. And Matoba does not shy from that insistence, carefully reaching upward to lay one hand firmly over Dante's thigh to brace himself. "Mouth only" it said. Very well; then that hand will stay there, grounding through everything.]

Very well. And if I manage to make you come, master, shall I think of a suitable way to use you? [Matoba purrs, tilting his head downward. Even then, his eyes don't leave his "master". When fabric falls to reveal more of those proud markings, his eye scans across them with curiosity, taking them in, taking in the hard, worked muscle of his shoulders and chest, down his torso on his way to the point of interest below the belted tunic. His ponytail slips from his shoulder and hangs brushing against Dante's inner thighs as he shifts forward, teeth nipping at spots along them and nosing his way into the Wildcard's groin where he feels out the heat and shape of him beginning to stir under thin fabric with his lips.]

[Only a tease, since these tunics and togas left little to the imagination to begin with. Matoba, a lowly 2 and the lowest rank "servants" available, had been given barely a swath of fabric to wind about his pale waist and torso, easily tugged away for the easy access to intimacy that any royal or Wildcard wanted of him. But there was no self-consciousness about the man, about the acts taking place all around them, and least of all about the act he was about to commit, nosing his way under the skirt of Dante's tunic to mouth soft lips along the hot beginnings of a erection.]

[pyrolyzed]

[ Embarrassingly ... this is all starting to get to him.

It's because they're being watched, he tells himself. His nerves are on edge from the whoops and cheers and catcalling from the crowd, and so he's more sensitive to everything going on. Yeah, that's it, that's all. It's not his fault that a shiver runs down his spine when fingers tangle through his hair and yank, just hard enough to get him to cant his head back. It's not his fault a stifled gasp leaves him with the next drag of teeth against his throat. And it's definitely not his fault his face flushes hot at Baptiste's very matter-of-fact proposal.

He's never going to get used to how bluntly some people here manage to talk about sex. ]

Y-yeah. Yeah, okay.

[ That flustered stutter is all the has the breath for before the press of fingertips against his tongue stoppers up any more words.

It does take him a second to adjust, if only because the din of the crowd is ringing in his ears; just for a moment, there's the nervous brush of jagged teeth against Baptiste's knuckles as Fuuta fights the urge to clench his jaw. -- this is the better option, he reminds himself. Yes, it's embarrassing playing along with this in front of a crowd, and yes, this whole setup isn't fair, but this is honestly about as well as he could hope for things to turn out. He isn't getting beat up, after all, and this guy's been gentle and reasonable so far. So. It's fine. It'll be fine.

Fuuta squeezes his eyes shut when he finally, stiffly, purses his lips to suck around Baptist's fingers. Tries his hardest to ignore the noises from the crowd as he parts his lips afterward, canting his head to let those long fingers better angle against the soft, wet, inside of his cheek, letting his tongue slide up against his knuckles. And while he does briefly choke when that gentle pressure starts encroaching upon his throat, he powers through his gag reflex, swallowing thickly around Baptiste's fingers once more; he maintains it, too, until Baptiste pulls back, relinquishing his fingers with the obscene slick of saliva and the quiet pop of suction.

His throat still feels tingly where he'd been bitten, the skin feeling hot every time he swallows. And embarrassingly, as Fuuta opens his mouth back up in obligingly fashion, he can feel the front of his pants tent with arousal.

-- no, that's not even the most embarrassing thing, actually. Maybe worse is the way his hands scrabble for purchase, restlessly seeking for something to do while he focuses on his mouth. One finds its place digging into the ground below, but the other had groped blindly for a moment before landing upon Baptiste's clothes. It looks far needier than he'd like when he clutches into the fabric, but with all of his focus on what he's doing with his mouth, he can't spare the energy to force himself to let go. Baptiste will just have to tolerate the little tugs and pulls at his costume as Fuuta cants his head up to suck around his fingers once more. ]

[apothecrazy]

Stonaworts? I can't say I'm familiar with such an herb but it is possible it might be found here. The garden is... interesting like that.

[ While she comes from a rather mundane world without such interesting plants as others, the gardens seem fit to bring all sorts of plants into itself. A fact that has made her ventures all the more exciting. ]

I'm sure I can find an alternative if that's the case.

[ There is a touch of pride in her voice. If there's one thing she's confident in, it's that she can make just about any medicine if she finds the right ingredients. Granted, she has run into one medication that requires the use of magic so that one is out of her expertise. ]

Of course, I'll see what I do about that little problem.

[ She's a touch less confident about that. This place doesn't seem to want her to succeed there.

Before long the elevator slows to a stop and she leads the way once more, this time to her room. Moments later, she opens the door to reveal what some might consider a mess of a room. Plants line nearly every empty wall the place has to offer. Every tabletop surface is covered in storage and implements used in the creation of medicine.

At least the singular couch in the main room is free of clutter. ]

If you don't mind taking a seat.

UGH it's my turn to apologize because i just fumbled a whole bunch of threads I'M BACK AND GOOD 2 GO

[counterblowing]

[Sometimes, it's difficult to gauge exactly how someone will respond to the games and performances that dominate every waking (and some sleeping) moment at the resort. The longer-term guests who revel in everything have become easier for her to distinguish from the rest; they remind her always of Eastside's blind indulgences. When it comes to more recent additions to the hotel, those who seem to have arrived through no choice of their own, there's much more variety in how they respond to the environment. Some are a lot like her: out of their element in ways they'd rather not admit. Others have quickly made the most of what they have.

Whatever else her circumstances, Edelgard doesn't seem committed to the bit or primed to start bullying any lower rank with ridiculous orders. And though it's playing a social game that she finds more necessary and annoying than productive, Rahu files her observations away. The other people here are innocent; she doesn't want them to get involved or manipulate them to get ahead... but every interaction feels like groping blindly in the dark for purchase.]

I'm Rahu. [She inclines her head slightly in greeting. When they come across a room that seems unoccupied, the curtain and sliding door both pried back to reveal the open space, she pauses, waiting for the other woman to go ahead of her, a hand just ghosting the small of her back in protective guidance.] This one's free. Please - I'll follow you. [Considerate and gentlemanly behavior, at least, comes fairly easy. Like it or not, she isn't terribly ill-suited for this role. Once inside, she adds:]

I apologize for not having more of an ante to put on the table.