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

[blastedass]

[He's not going to carry Kleken the entire way. Without the audience leering down at them, the subterfuge can come to an end. Not that he's going to say it, but Bakugo wants to make sure the guy isn't injured (too bad) anywhere. They were fighting after all and he didn't pull any proverbial punches out there. Kleken proved a more interesting opponent than he initial gave him credit for. Powers that like that would be really useful in a heroic role. (Or a villain, but he isn't going there.)

Bakugo lingers an arm nearby, in case Kleken stumbles too far. Red eyes flick to the tentacles dragging up into the shadows of his clothes, wondering about them more than he should. Decommissioned. Guess that explains that.

With a growl, he pulls Kleken's arm over his shoulder, hooks his hand around the other man's waist, and starts off towards the depths of the underground locker rooms. Nope, not going to drop his ass and abandon him, even if hes' irked.]

Were those your main tentacles or extraneous ones?

[blastedass]

[Hell no! He's not going to burn his funds or rack up a tab for this guy to get sloshed off his ass. One drink is all Bakugo intends to provide for him. Refills are water and that's it. Unless he wants to wash dishes to pay for himself.

Their server gives the blonde a look for the suggestion of starting a fight, but since no one's making motions, she simply takes the orders and heads off to get them in. Bakugo knows better than to start something in this place.]

Bakugo Katsuki. [Curt, but at least accepting.] I'll kick your ass whenever you want.

[virtuesignal]

[Gentle as Concord may be, the size isn't something he can help. To feel Akechi relax against him is soothing any nerves he has himself. Hurting a partner isn't what he'd ever want to do, not outside a teasing spank, at least.

Speaking of teasing, his tone is difficult to read if Akechi doesn't look back and catch that wry smile on his face,]

What's that they say? [playing dumb, instead of just being dumb, this time. His thumb pressed fully inside Akechi and pries gradually around the edges of his entrance. Pulling back away, Concord catches more lube on the digit before repeating the motion,]

[orokapi]

Wazzat? [ He's focused, fumbling with the movement of his character and clearly only trying to see what lands. But his tone is light and airy, an undeniable cheerfulness behind it. ] I'm not trying to be mysterious, haha, and I promise there's nothing going on with me... I'm just a janitor back home!

[ At least that's not a lie? ]

Are you worried I'm gonna get in trouble?

[deferences]

[lying isn't usually on sizhui's agenda and this moment will not be an exception.

he focuses his attention on the display, waiting until it brings them to their destined floor, and once the elevator stops, he leads them out and begins guiding them toward the conservatory. also: good, because while sizhui doesn't mind a little biting, he does like to make certain that it's something he and his partner are comfortable with.]

Ah . . . [a faint blush splashes across his cheeks, spreading back and up into his ears at the fact that aalto has noticed him looking. how can he not? a handsome man obviously can't go unnoticed and, being who he is, he's not afraid to show his interest, regardless of how subtle it may be. whether it's a facade or not, he takes aalto at face-value, still smiling despite his embarrassment.] I've never done it either and, as long as I have a say, I don't plan on trying it anytime soon.

[eaudevamp]

[ With that, Reign pushes the gate open and steps over the threshold. Keeping his grip tight on Shanks, the vampire makes sure to pull the redhead along with him, not daring to let go until they've both fully stepped out of the room. Once Reign has confirmed that they're in the clear on familiar grounds, he quickly slams the door shut behind them.

In an instant, he turns toward Shanks, burying himself against the redhead, his arms wrapped firmly around the man's waist. ] I'm—

[ He wants to apologise for having put Shanks through that, whether intentionally or not, wants to make sure that his friend is safe and fine. The words, however, remain stuck in his throat, and all Reign could do is hold onto Shanks tightly, doing his best to stop the sudden tremble of his body. ]

[bleakdecember]

[He does look back just in time to catch the last bit of that smile. Oh, this damned horse... he rolls his eyes.

It doesn't matter, though. He exhales, surprised and eager. His fingers curl in the plush fabric he's face down on.]

You really know how to tease.

[apothecrazy]

[ Algea, huh? She makes a mental note of that. For all her experimentation she hadn't done much with algae, which certainly opens a whole new avenue of potential cures.

His soft laugh is met with a brief curious look before she gets straight to work. ]

It's nice to have ingredients close by rather than having to go hunt them down all the time.

[ The room has a strong medicinal and earthy smell thanks to the various plants. For Maomao, it almost smells like home.

She pays him and the way he's sitting no mind as she works quickly gathering a few things, grinding this or that, and then mixing it all together in something of an excited frenzy. ]

Here. [ She holds out a glass with the mixture out to him, her eyes sparkling with interest to see the outcome. ] Drink it all in one go, it should have a sweet taste if you're worried about the flavor. If it works you'll feel some relief in about ten or fifteen minutes. If not things will only feel worse and if you're lucky it'll make you find release without even having to touch yourself.

[ What a crude way to put it! ]

[malpwactice]

[It was a stupid accusation but he's still a bit offended that the arrow and Senku rejected it so easily. A cat's heart is complicated (emotionally, physiologically it's pretty much the same).]

Yea, you're definitely bad at it. [might as well agree]

So, like, that arrow just makes you talk funny? Like, [wait, this scientific inquiry isn't as funny as the insults and bad innuendos. He takes a hop back and- yep, there was an arrow.]

Like, it isn't even turning you on, is it? Don't lie or I'll check for myself!

[a threatening, groping hand gesture]

[malpwactice]

[If only he had the foresight to chat with Catapult and Popukar to gather all the juicy details. He knows he wouldn't get any from Orchid, he's too much of a source of stress himself to hear any of her complaining.]

A version of that one, maybe. [there could be a heavy dose of lying in his stories. From his perspective, though, the water double thing is bad enough! And if he told the honest version of the gym story then it was embarrassing for him, too.]

And if people believe it you'll have nothin' to blame but your character.

[a majorly hypocritical statement from him- or maybe he's just the expert at having a reputation]

[lieabilities]

[ That he doesn't immediately lose a finger is a miracle of itself. ]

[ He's pushing boundaries here, as he's prone to do, and with little hesitation he presses his finger in further, to seek passage past those nasty teeth of his and keep Minos in this blessedly silent state. Would the man let him do something so undignified and filthy, he wonders, or will he really lose a finger after all. ]

[ Do be a dear and ignore that he hardens a bit at the thought of that, Minos. ]

[ To pile incentive onto that silent mental request, his tentacles are on the move again, seeking out that monsterous (in Kleken's opinion) cock of his to slither over. There's no satisfying curl or wrapping to them, he hasn't done anything to earn such niceties yet, so Minos will simply have to be satisfied with the slick movements around it. A few more tentacles are also busy curling around the butler's knees and ankles to keep him from kicking up too much and catching Kleken off guard. A safety precaution, surely he'll understand. ]

Oh you are much more enticing like this.

[lieabilities]

[ He is the coolest and this is an affront to his dignity. ]

[ Congratulations Wriothesley, because he's earned himself to a front-row seat of a rare deep-sea creature sighting-- Kleken pouting. It immediately serves to make the man look so much less foreign- so much more human to display an emotion other than aloof composure but retaining appearances is the last thing on his mind and besides. It's Wriothesley seeing it. ]

[ He's not going to think very hard about why it's a bit fine for the warden to see it. ]

It is a heartfelt request for mercy.

[lieabilities]

[ Expect the unexpected, especially if Kleken's involved. ]

[ That or expect it to go in a weird, horny, or weirdly horny direction when Kleken's involved. That is also valid. ]

Am I? I believe they're becoming just as likely to listen to you as they are to me at this point.

[ Given his tentacles are currently in the process of curling over themselves to make Rinne a proper seat, armrests and all, perhaps it's not too much of an exaggeration. The only real exaggeration would be insisting that it's not Kleken's subconscious that was doing all this for Rinne. ]

[ The encouragement is easily taken, his hands sliding up over his thighs, letting his thumb run along the inner length of those lovely thighs then back down, leaving lines traced by his fingers against the dampened material as he does so. ]

It's quite unfair.

[lieabilities]

[ The last of his mildly soured mood from the arena battles is shaken off with that offer of Joshua's, the gleam in his eye shifting to one that might be extremely familiar to anyone who has set foot in any sort of gambling den. ]

I do enjoy a good bet. With the local variety of entertainment, it's certain to be interesting as well.

[ It depended purely on one's definition of interesting, of course, but given the general affairs of the resort... well, Joshua would rather quickly catch on to that part of it. ]

Shall I escort you?

[ He offers his arm in escort, because of course he does. ]

[lieabilities]

[ Natsume's compliance is quite quickly rewarded. ]

[ When he feels that hook of a leg around him, Kleken moves instinctively, settling comfortably between Natsume's legs while shifting his body to allow a slick tentacle to slide between them. A tentacle that moves to wrap itself around both of their cocks, pressing them together as it winds its way around and around, until every rock of either of their hips has them thrusting into that pleasantly snug wrap of tentacle and against each other. ]

[ The extra friction has Kleken pouring a groan into Natsume's mouth and kiss, breaking their kiss with a last few almost-sweet presses of their lips before he pulls away. There's a need to indulge in his other urges that tend to overwhelm him whenever he loses his mind to a drug like this that's too strong to resist. ]

[ Specifically the urge to mark Natsume, trailing kisses and nips over his neck until he can start biting and sucking over a spot on his shoulder, muffling his shallow panting from the movement of their hips there as well. ]

[lieabilities]

[ It's quite cute, how earnestly she reacts to his lies. ]

[ He takes a bit of time to work back down those shoulders, bringing forward another pair of tentacles to help him in the process of unraveling the knots on her shoulders while he slowly begins his story. ]

The hero was a boy who started from quite humble beginnings. The son of a fisherman, who only knew a life full of fish, had joined a warrior's ship destined for the lair of a creature whom had terrorized a nearby kingdom. He was mocked for his lack of knowledge in a warrior's way, teased by the other sailors, and in their jeers they would call him 'Captain'.

[feathering]

Do they grow well here, even without direct sunlight?

[ It certainly does make things convenient, that's for sure. If Maomao dried these herbs and sold them at a market, no doubt she would be making a lot of money.

Joshua is also unaware of how there is no truly "outside" in this place, but he certainly hopes that if there's a garden here, that there is also sunlight.

When Maomao's found what she's looking for and hands him a glass, his first instinct is to hold it up to eye level just to look at what it's like. She looks and sounds so excited!! And he doesn't blame her - if this works, after all, then it certainly will be a lifesaver. Or something like that. If it doesn't... well, he won't blame her. He did agree to try it even when the results aren't guaranteed, after all. ]

Right, so long as it doesn't taste like vegetables, then it should be fine. [ He lowers the glass and tips it slightly, as if toasting to her even if she isn't holding one of her own. ] I pray your potion will be met with success.

[ And so, he downs it in one gulp. Any effects will have to be silently observed, though if the effects will take place in ten minutes or so, then he will have to sit tight for now. The taste is palatable, and he does think that it's a good sort of medicine to drink. If only the medicine he takes to keep healthy is like that... ]

[blundering]

That's not a lot ya know? But we could grab somethin' to eat, 'cause it's been a pretty draining day so far.

[ You know, with the statue, and all. But his stomach growling makes Jun laugh, smiling in return. ]

Wait, is that sorta thing normal, or just 'cause of you bein' here? A curse... what kinda tattoos? I got one from this place, if that's what ya mean.

[pyrolyzed]

[ 'I'm not gonna beg,' he's about to protest, even in his lust-addled, hungry state. But for better or for worse, the press of fingers against his lips serves as a good enough deterrent. It ends up that only some indistinct grumble escapes him, the noise humming against the Esikko's fingertips where they press against his tongue, before Fuuta closes his eyes. With his usualy inhibitions, bluster and embarrassment tamped down by his suit's influence, it feels like the most natural move in the world to purse his lips and swallow when Esikko's fingers slide deeper into his mouth -- mustering as much spit as he can, and dragging his tongue tight against those digits when they pull out. His own hand squeezes tighter around Esikko's cock to match, slipping up off the head right when Esikko's fingers pull free of his mouth, and Fuuta distractedly licks his lips to catch the string of saliva that breaks from the movement. ]

... why would I stop?

[ True to his word, he's quick to return his hand to Esikko's length, the insistent movements of his wrist pausing only when he feels Esikko's fingers press into him, earning a slight twinge of discomfort. From the way that Fuuta squeezes just a little too tight at him for a moment, Esikko might think that he's about to ask for a pause, but no. It just takes a moment for him to adjust -- squirming, hiking his leg up a little higher, arching his back to tweak the angle of that press into him -- before he's back to jerking Esikko off with disjointed, impatient movements.

It would be hard to call his ministrations graceful, but could he be blamed for it? It's hard keeping his hand steady when he's so distracted by the movements working him open, his stomach abuzz with anticipation for what's coming next, and it's definitely a little hasty when he abruptly declares, ] That's enough.

[ The hand around Esikko's cock pulls back only so he can shove at Esikko's chest, urging him to scoot back. Is this a little stupid? Probably. Almost definitely. But also, he feels like his veins are going to burst if he has to wait much longer; other hand braced against the floor to keep himself steady, Fuuta looks up at Esikko with a desperately hungry stare as he keeps his legs obligingly spread. ]

I can take it, so. Just fuck me already.

[ His own voice sounds foreign to his ears; he's pretty sure it's the sort of stuff he'd never dare say. But what else is he supposed to say right now? All that matters in the moment is that he gets to feel Esikko as intimately as possible, as soon as possible. ]

[polarbearstrong]

[January isn't feverish in the least....but given how cool Reign's hands are, he starts to wonder if he is. But they feel good, anyway.

...Strangely, so does gently being forced to lie down. He doesn't resist the action at all, allowing himself to be manhandled a bit. Once he's more or less horizontal, January tries to take stock of himself a bit. Does he feel a little less awful than he just did?]

Medicine wouldn't hurt, I guess, though painkillers probably aren't going to solve what's really going on.

[...Not that he...knows what's really going on. But the problem is hunger, the pain is a byproduct.]

[tattooism]

Is that so? I suppose I shall simply have to try, then. Perhaps I'll let you know~

[How curious, if it were true. Kiritsubo has rarely met a place that did not have someone "in charge", though the shape of that leadership might change with the circumstance and culture and six hundred other factors. Thankfully... she tended to have all the time in the world to investigate such things.]

If I do happen to find out...

[She holds out her hand for another grape.]

Who do I tell?

[skinstitch]

( just one, fuuta says. he doesn't want to respond, doesn't want to bark back his immediate response of--that's it? just one woman, one insane woman, who did all of that damage to him? it's the wrong comparison to make, but he tries to think of toga himiko: tries to think of her coming at him with her knife, coming at him with her needles, her tubes, tries to think how easy it would be to hold her off, even if he had to lose a little blood to do it. it wouldn't be that bad, would it? he might lose a finger, but in the end, that wouldn't matter much in the grand scheme of things. he can still use his quirk without any of his fingers, probably.

women are weak, stupid things. he's seen it time and time again. his mother hadn't done a damn thing to stop anything--hell, she'd been complicit in everything that happened. she'd even marked up their precious little prince of a son, burning him, scarring his perfect skin; his sister had pretended like everything could be solved by turning a cold shoulder. weak, weak and useless, and no contest for a person who has nothing to live for--

and that's when he realizes that it's wrong. fuuta isn't plodding along towards a death that feels like a promise, that feels like relief at the end of a long day: when fuuta had been in this place, he'd been just trying to survive, trying to live another day, trying to get out. it matters, what happens to him; it matters what happens to his insides, to his bones, to his eyes. he has to live with these injuries. he has to live with these consequences.

the door slams, steel on steel, creaking in complaint as it works back, slightly, on its hinges, the blowback from the strength that had burst it open in the first place. the woman standing there looks crazed, but he's used to that--she's grinning despite herself, eyes bright, staring them down like she's a fox in a den of helpless rabbits, cutting down one after another for a meal. one of his hands lifts, the other still locked in with fuuta: lifts, his fingers flexing, and nothing happens. there's a distinct chill to the room, a chill that's getting colder still, like a car losing heat once the engine's been killed; his hand flexes again, but nothing happens.

could--no, it's not like he knows this woman. there's no way she could possess any of that stupid yakuza's tricks. they'd taken all that shit anyway, and destroyed everything else; so then why the fuck isn't his quirk working?

it doesn't matter. the woman swings at him, and he uses his hold on fuuta to push him back; his other arm lifts, protecting his face, but the woman's fist darts around it anyway, using his off-kilter surprise at the loss of his quirk to get his chin; one of the staples there splits open, his jaw cracking with the effort, and it's only once her arm drops that he lifts up that same hand to touch his skin. without feeling, there's no pain there: but his fingertips are stained with a little blood, enough that he laughs--a soft push of it through a breath out his nose. )

Guessing you're Kotoko, then. ( in an icy drawl, and his sticky, blood-stained fingers get wiped off on his pants; that's not something he shouldn't have been able to dodge. he learned from endeavor, learned all kinds of things from endeavor: the rest he learned on the streets. so why does he feel so fucking useless? with a shake of his head-- )

We're not gonna talk this out, huh? You're that mad? That's fine. ( she'll tire herself out. she's just a little thing--she's not going to be able to beat the shit out of him the way she did with fuuta. right? ) Let's see what you've got, fucking maniac.

[oversize]

( the staff member, at least, leaves them quickly once they're inside the room--still, he cranes his head, listening, watching through the wall with the six eyes, and once he's certain they're alone, he lets out a loud, almost explosive sigh, his arms slacking, shoulders slacking, dragging himself almost comically away from the door.

he's slumping and wobbling his way towards the large bed in the room, when she holds up the shirt--he immediately waves a hand in front of his nose as an indication that it's definitely not suitable for her, even if he likes the color for himself. )

Ah? No, you won't be auctioned off again, I don't think. 'n yeah, they would probably throw you on your back and...you know...do stuff.

( it's easy to talk crass when it's suguru, or any of the men around the resort, or even some of the girls, but--for as well as he knows shouko, it doesn't feel quite right to just go on about random guys fucking around with one of his best friends; it makes him feel a little irritated, slumping onto the edge of the bed, one leg bent against the mattress and the other still touching the ground. )

There's no getting out, and no outside-outside either. They have some fake sun and fake sky and all that but it's like...a giant bubble. It might be a domain, but nothing about it is pinging me. ( pinging the eyes, he means. ) Try the purple one.

( there's a dress--or a shirt, some sleeve that's half-hanging out that he sees, lifting up a hand to gesture towards it. )

They're saying the only way out of here is to...basically have sex 52 times, enough for a card deck.

[asixthsense]

[Just when he thought it couldn't feel any better than this, the tentacle brought into play between them proves to him just how wrong his assumptions had been. In his previous encounter with a tentacled beast he'd been drugged and there had been no thought put to his own pleasure. He'd come out of that mating session covered in cold slime that had chilled him to the bone, among other uncomfortable things.

This was already so very different that Natsume was forced to re-evaluate how he felt about them moment by moment. The tentacle between them was warm, and the slick grip it provided as they thrust into it together only made each roll and thrust of his hips even more enjoyable.

Kleken would soon find that the crook of Natsume's neck was quite sensitive. The same was true for the small of his back, with both being a place that was seen yet rarely touched by another. Natsume's reaction when Kleken finds the spot in question will be obvious when his cock suddenly twitches and his hips jerk out of the rhythm they'd built between them.

N-nn.. No.. no eating me.

[Everything else was fine, but Natsume had had enough of beings trying to eat him once they sensed the spiritual power he held. He had no idea if Kleken were the type to be drawn to that. It was hard to worry about it when he was so unwound by how good everything felt.]

[chiffonades]

[ With a little guidance from Weiss, it’s easy to get through learning the basics of how to use the Watch. It definitely isn’t natural to Sanji— he’ll need to sink more time into practicing with it and make a deliberate effort to use it before it just feels like something he knows to do— but he’s got enough skill to at least use it for a few things. ]

But only new people, yeah? Meaning don’t get used to this treatment. [ It makes a certain amount of sense, really, if the House wants them to make as little of a fuss as possible. Show them what life can be like for those who cooperate and then… take it all away and make them work to get it back. He laughs and shakes his head, but then nods at her suggestion— both checking out the rest of the suite and figuring out why his body suddenly feels so warm. ]

Good idea. Gotta be related to these marks or— or something—

[ By the time he takes a few more steps, he’s definitely starting to feel something more. It starts with an idle thought as he catches a glimpse of her out of the corner of his eyes— that he’d like to see her without the robe or the nearly sheer tunic underneath— and an odd urge to make that happen. The warmth seeps into the pit of his gut, pooling there, and that urge almost starts to feel like an itch. ]

I— yeah. Yeah, I am. Sorry Weiss. [ His voice is quiet— almost apologetic, even though they both know it’s not really anyone’s fault but the casino’s— as he turns to look at her, pointedly only meeting her gaze and refusing to let his eyes go any lower. ]

If you wanna wait down here, I bet I can relieve myself upstairs. [ It’s awkward to say that, but, well, the beating of his heart is starting to come on faster, now, and with it, an ache is starting to build between his legs. ]