TDM 05

[goldmods]

【 Thank you for choosing the Golden Peacock, 5-star resort and casino. You are currently registered as a WILDCARD in our system.

Due to a high volume of check-ins, temporary accommodations have been made in our KING SUITES for all new arrivals. We will endeavor to have all guests moved into their reserved rooms as soon as possible. We deeply apologize for any inconvenience.

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

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

ARRIVAL

DIVINE AWAKENING

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

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

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

MARK OF THE GODS

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

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

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

MADDENING HUNGER

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

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

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

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

GILDED CAGE

AN ENDLESS FEAST

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

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

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

ROYALS

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

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

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

SERVANTS

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

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

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

WILDCARDS

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

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

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

PHOENIX CASINO

ALEA IACTA EST

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

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

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

WILDCARD AUCTION

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

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

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

CASTING LOTS

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

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

ONE: Without using hands.

TWO: Using only mouth.

THREE: While blindfolded.

FOUR: Using only butt cheeks.

FIVE: Using only legs.

SIX: While remaining on knees.

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

HEADS OR TAILS

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

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

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

BEAK

ENTERTAIN YOUR BETTERS

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

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

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

BATTLE ROYALE

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

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

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

SUBDUE THE BEAST

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

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

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

RACE TRACK

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

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

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

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

TALON

SHOW OF STRENGTH

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

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

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

MUSCLE CONTEST

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

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

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

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

WRESTLING MATCHES

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

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

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

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

WAYWARD ARROWS

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

INDULGENCE

DESIRES FROM THE VOID

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

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

And they’re coming out.

GALATEA

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

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

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

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

NARCISSUS

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

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

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

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

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

PANDORA’S BOX

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

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

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

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

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

OOC NOTES

INVITES | RESERVES | APPLICATIONS

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

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

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

▶ Current characters may top level on the TDM. Any current characters posting to the TDM should note they are current in their subject header.

▶ The top level directory is for new characters only. We want to make sure new characters are prioritized and receive attention! If you would be interested in a game invitation, you can note that in your comment header.

▶ If you aren't satisfied with these prompts, please feel free to check out our LOCATIONS to explore more of the resort!

▶ Smut threads that take place on this TDM can be used for rewards. If both parties in the smut thread join the game, you may retroactively apply the character's initial card values to your 52 bank. If one character does not join the game the thread will not be applicable toward rewards (as that character would not have a card value). The character that does join would still receive a small payout for the encounter. Hopefully it was a fun thread regardless!

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

▶ We ask you to kindly add content warnings to your threads as appropriate.

▶ If you do not currently have permissions and kinks listed in your character’s journal we suggest leaving a note in your top level of any limits or boundaries for other players to reference.

▶ Don't forget to relax and enjoy the end of your summer! ♥

NAVIGATION • LOG • NETWORK • OOC • MEME

Comments

[lieabilities]

Hopefully I won't be adding to your time spent there very often, but it is a relief to know someone there.

[ If there's a moment's hesitation before taking her hand to help pull himself up, he's going to actively pretend there wasn't and silently hope she does the same. It's certainly not by any fault of hers that she incites both a feeling of kinship and mild wariness driven by instinct in him, not with how kind and generous she's been so far. But instincts are, well, instincts. ]

[ So instead he'll steadfastly ignore those instinctive reactions and offer a returning smile once he's on his feet, removing his hat to 'dust' the water off it. ]

I would prefer not to engage in any further fights, otherwise I'll be needing your services sooner rather than later. So let's be on our way before we netted once more.

[ He will even offer an arm in escort alongside his light smile. ]

[asixthsense]

I woke up with it and haven't been able to wash it off. It makes the Casino people act weird around me when they see it.

[Though he feels reluctant to let go of Jun's hand, he'll go ahead and shrug off his robe for the moment so Jun can see it better. He's curious though, because he doesn't see any similar markings on Jun's arms.]

What's yours like?

[apothecrazy]

I would very much appreciate that.

[ She offers an appreciative smile with her words and a slight bow. She would give a proper bow if not for the tray in her hands.

Seeing her want another grape, Maomao plucks another and hands it over. ]

Maoamao. [ Yes, very much like a cat. A stray, in fact. ] And who are you, my lady?

[apothecrazy]

The lighting here seems suitable for them. All I need to do is water them.

[ It took her a little bit to figure it out but it turns out that the lighting in the rooms can be adjusted to include something that simulates sunlight. Which shouldn't be surprising, with no natural sunlight in this place people need to be getting it somewhere. ]

No, many of the plants I've been using for these experimental drugs are sweet due to their aphrodisiac nature. While we wait, perhaps I can do an exam?

[ She would like to get an idea of his vitals as they currently are on top of other details. ]

[virtuesignal]

I won't disappoint you. [Concord says with confidence, because he doesn't stand for that. He'd do whatever it took to please a partner. Leaving someone wanting is just cruel, absolutely a dishonor. He notes Akechi's posing and considers a better one,]

Lift your hands to the wall and brace that way.

[He hopes he'll be obliged in that command. Concord continues to move his thumb in and out of the young man's hole, while his other hand catches some stray lube dripped down from Akechi's thighs. That hand is reaching forward to cup his balls, rolling them in his broad, strong, and slick palm.]

[theidlemaiden]

[ It's probably a good thing that he doesn't laugh at her for being a three. Her rank is a sore enough subject as it is, but hadn't really been truly awful until now. If Rei had laughed at her it's entirely possible she would have burst into tears or punched him. Or both. Just because she likes someone doesn't mean that they're exempt from either of those things.

Thankfully none of those things come to pass and she's offered food instead which is a sure fire way to turn her mood around. Her eyes light up as her stomach grumbles. The longer the day had gone on, the more temptation had been set in front of her with the heavy trays she'd had to carry from the kitchen to the awaiting tables that were already overladen with so much excess. While she had protested plenty earning her a slowly darkening mark as a result, she hadn't had a moment to sneak any food. ]

Really? You aren't going to eat it yourself?

[wray]

[ time to ship jianbing to you

Listen, Six would have no idea how to work a microwave either, so it's good that Zhongli is doing this the old fashioned way. He wouldn't know how to help if he'd been asked to, otherwise. Thankfully, that doesn't happen either so he's free to just watch Zhongli work his magic while he enjoys his own cup of tea.

His ears perk up at the question, and then he pauses to think about what he should say. Put that way, it is odd that he invited Zhongli so casually to his place. ]

... Not really, but I didn't get the sense that you would do anything strange.

[ That, and he can defend himself if his intuition turns out to be wrong. ]

You didn't have to accept it.

[ratratrat]

[The weight Charlie had pressed against Bakugo's shoulder slackens their procession through the showers begins. His fingers continue work over the back of the boy's scalp, nails caressing hair beneath, tenacious against the determined pace of his partner.

Charlie keeps up, dress shoes splashing in small puddles left behind by other guests. Chalk dust swirls on the water's surface, pale and scattered compared to the stark stains on the duo passing over them.

A shower at the end... Charlie casts a glance over his shoulder towards all of the other stalls they'd passed. Is Bakugo getting distance because he's embarrassed? Or, is he always like this?

Charlie's curiosity is interrupted by hands brusquely shoving him into the shower. He laughs when manhandled, staggering onto his back foot when released. His head lulls back, as if he'd nearly swooned.

The laugh distorts to a yell when cold water splatters over his back.] AAAAAH! What the hell!?

You know you're supposed to shower NAKED, right!? [He should take off his shirt to prove his point, but... instead, Charlie reaches forward to grab Bakugo's. If he can manage, he'll yank it off over the boy's head without regard for any popped seams.]

[chiffonades]

[ There’s a moment where his breath catches in his throat, and he stares at her, gaze full of wonder, at the way she practically pleads for his cock. Sanji’s already heard plenty about the tricks the House licks to play to force them to play the game, but staring down at her with wide-eyed awe, smile even softer than his touch as the space between them slowly disappears, he doesn’t think that’ll ever be necessary, not for her, not for him, not when his cock is embarrassingly hard and her cunt is utterly soaked.

The sight of fat droplets of precum spill on to her swollen folds, adding to the slick mess that coats them, has him shuddering with want as she urges him closer, cock throbbing as the tip presses flush against the heat of her. Her mouth consumes him—a kiss that’s equal parts needy, and sweet, and blissful— as he murmurs her name, teeth grazing her bottom lip when it breaks a moment later. ]

I will. Fuck, yeah, I’ll fuck you, Nami. Right now. Gonna take my time and fill you up with my cock. [ It’s a soft, sweet promise against her mouth, his gaze locked against hers, forehead flush against hers, fingers stroking her cheek gingerly, hand gently unwrapping her grip on the base of his cock and replacing it with his own. Sanji takes a deep breath, face flushed and eyes bright with anticipation and pure, sweet desire, and makes good on his promise with a thrust that’s slow and gentle and utterly unhurried.

He wants to savor it and so he does. From the moment his head’s inside her, stretching her open, he’s left groaning softly against her mouth, eyes half-lidded but still watching her every expression intently, as more and more of his cock fills her. With every second that passes, he’s more fully enveloped by her— sheathed in that slick heat that squeezes tight around him— until his hips are flush against hers, and he’s left gasping, kissing her mouth with an almost desperate fervor. ] Perfect— [ Sanji murmurs between kisses, both hands catching her cheeks, hips still for a long moment. ] —your cunt’s perfect, Nami, oh fuck, it’s so perfect for my cock. Even better than I hoped.

[loosestrifes]

( The panic, the tighter grip, the teary eyes— they all add to the rush of an already unique scenario. The thrill of it being in public, of not caring who sees, of needing this now, now, now, of being willing to do anything to get it— it's the sort of eagerness that he hadn't been sure he could get, here. Here, where he'd gotten far too comfortable with close partners or casual encounters. But this almost feels like he's the Prince again, like he's risking his whole family's name, risking every bit of benefit he gets from it, all for a quick fuck.

It's all he needs, with the smearing of chalk all over him, with the rush of his fully activated mark throbbing unevenly, like his own heart. He gasps, presses harder, groaning out as his body finally tenses and twitches into the final thrusts. He cums hard, rocking into a few more lazy rolls of his hips to get the most out of it before he pulls back, freeing Reign from the suffocating feeling.

His hand, too, moves itself from Reign's hair, instead joining as an additional prop against the wall so that he doesn't sink down. He's busy catching his own breath. )

[malpwactice]

[If Wriothesley did grab his tongue, there would be nothing he could do about it. The gap between their ranks had become wider. Normally, this would be nothing but a little gripe for Aak. Here, though, he has to put a strong degree of trust in the older man. The same power that let him save Aak could also be used to trap him. That thought is going to linger in his mind even as things go well.]

[Even complaining was a matter of trust, one that Wriothesley immediately shows is well-given. He wasn't admonished for his trouble-making. And he was scooped up!]

[There was still the urge to be naughty, of course, which manifested in little details like trying to undo or unbutton any bit of clothing his fingers could wiggle their way to. Any bit of exposed skin he wants to brush a tooth against and make a little mark. These little gestures help to vent some of the frustration building up from his suit.]

I c'n manage, [he huffs,] I just... want you to.

[Another little bit of sass, given with the understanding that Wriothesley won't actually drop him for saying it.]

[icequeenly]

Well this is certainly nostalgic.

[ She will take in the painting in due time - at the moment it's all about that simulated skyline, as she takes a step closer to those false windows. Honestly, she's not even from Tokyo proper and this is enough to make someone near enough homesick in her opinion. ]

I'm fine, thank you. You filled my glass quite enough at the feast. [ A raised eyebrow that conveys: Such a good servant. ]

...Does this not make you miss home?

[armwriostle]

Sure...

[Wriothesley ends up pressing close to the other, breathing hot and heavy as the pair move off the field and to somewhere more private. He clings to the other, body craving for Ashe's touch, but trying to not force himself on them despite the way the aphrodisiac ensnares all his senses.] You know what you're offering when you say to help me right?

[He isn't going to pretend what this place was about and what he wanted, but he also wasn't going to make Ashe if they weren't willing. There were, after all, enough people here he could find to find the release he wanted.

Though it's hard because Ashe was right there and he might be crowding the other's space a bit as they move.]

[eaudevamp]

[ Considering that Reign's natural body temperature is lower than most people here, including January, using himself as a reference definitely isn't conducive. Though if his cool hands feel good against January's skin, then all the better, yeah?

Once January has lie down, Reign sits beside him places his hand on the other's forehead again, if only to provide some semblance of relief that seems to be working. Somewhat? Hopefully? ] Treatment without proper diagnosis can be dangerous. Maybe it's an odd hunger pang. Why don't you allow me to feed you for the time being? Is there any fruit that you fancy?

[ Let him be of service to you, January. ]

[tfy]

Twice?

[His frown deepens along with his headache. As always, he doesn't get this. He doesn't get any of this.]

You mean someone from your world came here, disappeared, and then reappeared?

[But they presumably didn't turn into a statue when they disappeared, since Bakugo was shocked by the whole statue thing. Unless they did and he just didn't know it?

But the rest of what Bakugo's saying—what he's proposing as an answer—makes sense. And that's rather horrible, since it would mean two things are possible.

1. The House can send people home and kidnap them again afterwards.
2. Nobody leaves with their memories intact.

The former is obviously terrifying. But the latter...

He thinks about waking up beside Jun in their shared bed. About celebrating their birthdays and receiving Jun's handmade gift. About holding each other at night and getting breakfast or late lunch the next day. About performing together at Weiss's soirée, and about pledging their loyalty and professing their love. And then he imagines forgetting all of it. Living out the rest of his life oblivious, like it never even happened, unaware that there's a piece of his heart missing.

His eyes completely cloud over.]

..........

[For once, the parrot is silent!]

[eaudevamp]

[ The light-headedness begins to set in, the edges of his sight darkening. Is this what it feels like to lose consciousness? Or perhaps what death by choking is like? (That's certainly a first and last experience.) Reign isn't sure, but the effects of the chalk powder merely push his arousal to further heights despite it all. It's the thrill of fear and danger, the risk of tipping the balance just a little too far, too much, to the point of no return. Could he even return from it?

He needs to breathe. He needs to come. He's desperate for both. The sudden spurt of come easily make its way down his throat without any resistance, the muscles fluttering by reflex, swallowing every last drop. What breath Reign manages to catch whenever Esikko moved his hips earlier is barely enough, and just as he could no longer bear it, there's an emptiness that's instantly replaced by a rush of much needed air.

The dizziness, the gasping wheeze of his own breaths, and most importantly, the relief of it all, tips that balance as Reign goes rigid and comes into his hand, semen spilling over his fingers and down to drip onto the ground. It's one of the most intense orgasm he has ever had, taking his literal breath away.

As he pants heavily, his mind still drunk on orgasmic dopamine, Reign finds himself shifting forward, letting gravity guide him as he leans against Esikko's hip, yearning to stay close. ]

[blastedass]

[Dammit, this guy's distracting the hell out of him! It's not the first time he's had to shoulder a person through an area, but each touch seems to grab his nerves and haul them towards the front of his brain. Not the intent towards the shower, but touch touch touch fucking touch!

Doesn't matter the chalk dust is starting to leak with beads of sweat; it's already hit him. Bakugo cusses in his mind, trying to resist what's welling up inside already. It reminds him too much of that damn drink and food from the beach. Feeling yourself being pulled towards a certain inclination, resistance dragging grooves behind you as you're unable to stop.

Unfortunately, that question's a mix of A and B. He's private and embarrassed. Mostly because he thinks shit like this should be done away from other eyes. It's not their damn business!

But get him into the shower those hands do and Bakugo takes a vengeful delight in wrenching the water on to catch the other man on the back. There, try to cool the fuck off, you clingy bastard.]

No shit, asshole! I'm not an idio- HEY! [The flimsy shirt isn't going to resist much and it tears quickly thanks to Charlie's grab and yank combo. Shreds of it dangle off Bakugo's shoulders as it falls open on his back, almost like it wants to melt in the water. Cut muscle, defined lines, a strong body well taken care of. As well as three noticeable scars: two punctures torn through his left shoulder and abdomen's right side, as well as a burst-like rip from the center of his chest.] You wanna start something, dammit?!

[esoterics]

[ Six's words are almost laughable, in a way. Once, the mere mention of his name and arrival would have struck fear and awe into the hearts of anyone nearby. But now he's just a man, with too much knowledge and too much time on his hands, content to while the hours away listening to retellings of old tales and indulging in the finest dishes an establishment has to offer. Put that way, he's really no danger at all.

Maybe Six really is right on the mora money. ]

Help often comes from a place least expected. [ He takes another sip of his tea, still smiling. ] Your offer was, as far as I could discern, genuine. It would have been crass of me to refuse.

[ That, and maybe he wanted to mooch. ]

Out of curiosity, what sorts of strange things did you anticipate happening?

[ there's still time for them to happen..... (no) ]

[molotovmoustache]

[While the prospect of fooling around certainly isn't off the table, Baptiste had followed Yor into the shower without a thought in his head. The blow to his head that he received in his last match - now a dull thrum of a headache than anything else - has successfully silenced a good portion of his normally stirring observations. Nevermind that the rather "liberated" approach to nudity and sex this place possesses means that its easy to fall into the flow of bathing together.

Thanks to that previous event of strings, Baptiste found himself sliding into baths with near strangers every few days!

... Granted he absolutely didn't need to caress up the woman's spine to undo her dress. Nor did he need to watch how the straps of her dress slid down her shoulders. He meets her bashful gaze with a warm smile - though he becomes aware of the dried blood streaked on his face in that moment as it pulls at his skin. His lips adopt a languid curve: confident yet delighted to mirror that sweet smile he'd been given.]

Isn't it? The communal showers down in the basement run too cold for my taste- [Baptiste lets out a sigh and shakes his head as he begins to slip off the little toga that's been wrapped around him. The draping had been much more secured before his fight - but after his opponent had peeled it off of him.... Baptiste didn't care to fix it fully until he could get a proper shower. He lets the soiled linens fall into a pile before he kicks it out of their little enclave completely. He'd find something clean to change into after all this after all.

After he's stripped down, he turns to Yor's back - eyes tracing the curve of her body before he catches how her dress has been discarded to the floor. He reaches downward, a hooked finger grasping at the dress before he picks it up to hang it on a hook meant for towels. Then his eyes return to find the woman still in her heels.]

Here - let me help you with those-

[Baptiste shifts to kneel near the drain - hand reaching to tap gently at Yor's calf while the other hand reaches to first squeeze at her ankle before moving to help with the removal of one of the heels. The rust colored water swirls below as the stream of warm water begins to extend to Baptiste's kneeling form.]

[shanksyourfeels]

[ When Reign hugs him, hides away in him like that, Shanks puts his arm around Reign's back, then leans against Reign's head. He can tell that apology is coming, so when Reign doesn't finish it, he speaks. ]

It's all right. We're both out, and I'm unharmed.

Are you? [ He looks down to find Reign's face when he asks that, worried. ]

[blastedass]

Not that I know of. [Maybe Hawks had, but he can't be sure. The other three and Endeavor? No.] But if they had, someone would've mentioned something. [Because that's something he asked two of the villains. Can't say the answer was detailed, but it was satisfactory at least.] There was never any notice in my world of any of them vanishing.

[Bakugo didn't know about the statue thing because he's barely a month old here and has no fucking idea how this place works! Hence the semi-mind-break when he thought breaking a statue meant killing a world-napped guest. Luckily that's managed to slither the majority of the guilt out in a convoluted manner.

But yeah, the two notions Hiyori's bringing up in his mind are what Bakugo's suggesting. No one remembers their time here back home, because no one technically left their home, and the house can yank whoever it wants whenever it wants, screw time and place. On the one hand, of course that's horrible, if you make a bunch of good memories here. On the other hand, do you want to remember being kidnapped and forced into a sex game with semi-torturous results half the time? Bakugo spent his first week waking up each morning hoping it'd all been a fucked-up dream. No such luck...

He's not been here long enough to consider the memories he's made currently worth keeping in the grande scheme of things. Give him some more months and he'll change his mind.

From the silence and expression on Hiyori's face, the same can't be said for the idol.

...

A small huff.]

Unless we find a way to beat this damn bird down and make it change its shitty mind.

[expereiment]

Why work harder when you can work smarter. Help me already - I'm not jerking this thing off on my own.

[which i'm sure is definitely what dante wants to hear right now. rei doesn't bother with technique because it's a fucking statue, what does it know about technique. even if it was technically a person before - presumably, anyway. it's still a working theory.

though he does wonder what would happen if the statues were destroyed... he doesn't necessarily want to harm a human life in order to sate that curiosity.]

These statues might still have souls in them. Best not to destroy them completely.

[the_roman]

[ Alan doesn't quite join him in laughter, but his lips do twitch up into a smile in spite of himself. It's too ridiculous.

His humor doesn't last, though. ]

It's easier to accept a lot of indignities if they come with food and clothes and a roof. [ He plucks at the collar of his flimsy little robe with a disgruntled frown. ] Such as they are.

[the_roman]

Alan has opened his mouth to ask a follow-up question -- something about wards, probably, he'd have found his way to it by the end of the sentence -- but now he closes it, blinking at the housekeeper. They're waiting attentively.

Call him a prick, but even under these circumstances, he's a bit amused by someone giving an aristocrat the cut direct.

"Er, if you please," he says. "Couple of robes would be lovely."

[the_roman]

Alan stares at him, lips a little parted -- remembering, in a heated flash, the illusion Loki produced before and wondering what kind of sex a person might have to achieve the same effect -- and finally swallows.

"Well, I'll be blowed," he says. "Nobody ever mentioned that as a possibility before."