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! ♥

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Comments

[schmisse]

[ Sanji will eventually learn that it isn't just by playing the games that someone can rank up. Weiss was even awarded an opportunity to rank up on her birthday, provided she fulfilled a task for the House. In the end, it was a prize that she used to promote someone and get them out of the basement rather than rank herself up.

And now that she's got a pretty decent rank and has a nice suite to show for it? She'll keep helping those who need to get up there while she can. She hates how the staff treat those who are ranked at the bottom. Sadly, she can't really teach the entire House a lesson just yet. She has to play by the House's rules to get people to be treated properly. Someday. . . if there ever comes a day, she'll really make sure this House knows not to mess with her.

But for now? She, the Princess who's been scooped up like the featherweight that she is, will enjoy the present. Giggling as she's lifted up, she can't help but bat her eyelashes at Sanji while she places a hand on his chest for purchase. She highly doubts he'd let her fall, but one can never be too careful. Not to mention, with both of them wearing such thin and sheer fabric, it's as if it's her skin right on his skin now, touching him and sharing a little bit of her warmth with him. ]

We shall.

[ She lets the air stay sense for a second or two, her finger nails lightly nipping at the fabric of his robe. ]

So, what kind of help were you... craving?

[schmisse]

[ Kleken will no doubt feel Weiss tense up again when there's now a different kind of pressure on her skin. Odd at first, and she doesn't seem to know whether it's a good or bad kind of touch. Eventually, she once again relaxes, thinking of how the feeling is similar to whenever she's getting a facial and there's a machine that's being used to remove blackheads on her.

Not quite the same, but a little bit similar!

It's why she sighs heavily and closes her eyes again. It takes some time for her to fully comprehend the rest of the story, but she does. ]

Huh! I would have thought that the story would have ended with him being the only survivor.

[ Rather, that part of the story, anyway. ]

And then what happened?

[swordhardy]

[ They’re likeminded in their approach. Act like you belong there, or that you’re going where you should, and no one will question you. An especially useful skill when you’re a fugitive after helping execute a prison break—but there is no abbey here, and the amount of exorcists he’s run into are slim to none.

He steps into the tent casually, glancing over his shoulder to gaze at his companion. With a wry arch of his brow, he teases, ]

Looking out for your boyfriend?

[ The inside of the tent is comfortably furnished with cushions and a daybed, the latter of which the daemon drops onto without ceremony. There is a feeling quality to the way he leans, head tilted with a cascade of dark hair, legs extended comfortably with the heels of his feet sunk into the floor cushion. Yet, even with that comfortable air, his guard is never really down. Being born and bred in a clan of hot blooded monster killers, notorious for being more feral than the creatures they chase off their lands, will do that to you. Even long after you’ve become the black sheep of the family. ]

That would be exciting.

[asixthsense]

[Tears sprang to Natsume's eyes from how much he was overwhelmed by sheer pleasure. There was an edge of pain too, but Kleken seemed to finally be letting himself give in and Natsume wasn't going to hold the man back. As if he could even think straight enough to deny being able to take any more of this. He'd give Kleken everything the man wanted and more. Not out of obligation, but because he couldn't stop himself.

Natsume's voice broke with every targeted thrust, his cries varying between begging, pleading, and simple groans of pleasure. He clung to Kleken as well as he could, but he was at the mercy of those tentacles shifting his body and driving him mad with the quickened pace. It was so easy to give over control.

At this point if Kleken were to suddenly stop, Natsume wouldn't hesitate to get on his hands and knees and beg the man to fuck him. Hell, it wouldn't even be a stretch for Kleken to get Natsume to refer to him as Master. Not when he had yet another orgasm building up so swiftly after the last one, whether his body was ready for it or not.]

[philancer]

[ He's been bitten before - his dalliance with Reign had brought this about now, although there'd been a potion involved, one that turned pain to pleasure. He's not expecting it this time, either, but he's lost so deep in need right now that the sensation sparks more in line with his hunger than outright pain.

His head thrown back as he cries out, though, clutching at Midnight as the intensity of that sensation hits him, washes over him. Deep, and then sucking, feeling that pressure in a far more intimate way than he should. His body clenches tight around Midnight as he shudders - almost violently - and then he's tipping over that edge with a desperate, breathless cry. Midnight's name a whimper on his lips as he spills. ]

[skinstitch]

Oh, he wants me all to himself.

( the humor is thick there, as thick as the lie--it's not like he thinks that this part of his teasing is true. all things considered, even if they're comfortable rivals in terms of monster-killing skill, there's very little that he thinks appeals to gen at all except for his willingness to assist; it's not like he thinks something swoops into gen's chest at the sight of him, or swoops into his stomach, tensing it with arousal at his presence. and maybe that's the most useful skill he can teach him: how to take what one's given and turn it around to their advantage, one way or another. he may not be some pretty little thing in tight clothes with an open mouth, but he'll have to do.

for now, anyway. it's obvious by the tensing of gen's arm, beneath his fingertips, that he's rushing even more now, speeding along towards the finish without any of the enjoyment.

with a soft laugh, another click of his tongue, his mouth strays--it pulls at an earlobe, teasing, before tucking down towards his neck; his other hand loosens, fingers that pull away from the bruises that he's surely created there, imprints of bony knuckles and eager fingertips. he doesn't want to press his mouth in with his own hand there. teeth skim, a warm tongue that laps at the skin, lips that kiss around the marks and against them, ignorant and uncaring; his other hand closes in around gen's wrist, not restrictive, simply enjoying the proximity. )

Relax a little, huh? You're gonna rub the skin all off.

( it's a wry tease, muttered against gen's neck--untrue, but also if he keeps on like he is, it'll at least be a little uncomfortable in the end. )

Does it feel good? ( and then, changing tactics: ) You want me to do it? Can't tell whether it'd be more embarrassing for you to have a royal have to jerk you off instead of just doing it yourself.

[silicone]

[ did dante get worse at kissing somehow? he doesn't really care as much, maybe it's because of the sheer fact that he's missed him that he's too sloppy to care himself. ]

They run a pretty tight ship... but if anyone can make someone real sorry, I'm pretty sure it's you.

[ the pain in his ass - metaphorically and physically, doesn't matter. that's just dante's style. feeling that grip tighten on him, eiden just draws him closer to kiss him again, uncaring if it's messy or inexperienced. ]

Think they put me here to welcome you so. Let me welcome you. Okay?

[ maybe he'll wake up and this'll be a dream, but why not entertain it? dante feels so real underneath his palms, fingers pressing into muscle, tightening around him all the same as he grins. ]

You can hold me like that - tight. Feels good. Don't go too far from me, okay?

[expereiment]

[it's okay, he doesn't want to beat the linhardt allegations. that was his science bestie right there. and hey it's not like rei asks for people to take care of him! it just kind of happens that he keeps running into people who want to after seeing him and going 'bitch you live like this?'

...oh god damn it. he's so weak to the puppy eyes...

he sighs, not even fighting it as he just puts the forkful of fish into his own mouth instead.]

From my observations, no, the food shouldn't affect you at all. But if you're still wary, we can just wait and see if I display any symptoms.

[expereiment]

[rei runs as quickly as he can - he's light on his feet at least and is used to this sort of thing in his line of work, and his long legs are able to carry him nearly as far as dante's. he'll pull dante in a certain direction though when he can tell the other doesn't know where the hell they're at.]

What, you don't want to hear me sing you praises?

[oh let rei have his fun dante!]

Then what are you still holding my hand for?

[tfy]

(OOC: Glad to hear it!)

Apparently so!

[Then he adds,]

That includes current guests' stuff from home, or so they say. But I heard those things were locked inside a safe somewhere. That person who broke into the storage room found some items in bins, but I'm guessing those were just from people who'd disappeared.

[That was Loki's conclusion, anyway.

He could break in there and check for himself now, perhaps. He has a feeling his birthday gift might allow him to get away with that. The last time he wore the suit Jin Mingming made for him, why, it was like a spell fell over the resort staff. They were absolutely head over heels for him, and they let him get away with all sorts of unreasonable requests, even though he's just a so-called Rank 8!

But back to the statues.

Bakugo said he heard the same words from the statue before it died, which takes Hiyori by surprise.]

You never mentioned that.

[But then he failed to mention what he saw until now, himself. And it does explain why Bakugo was so quick to believe the statues might have been real people.

People can't die here. That was what he told Bakugo after hearing it from someone else. It means they don't have to worry about the statue either way. Still, the idea of "finding it again" causes his forehead to wrinkle.]

You're not suggesting we look for it right now, are you? I don't know about you, but I'm not sure what exactly it looked like. And is it really a good idea to chase down those things when we know they attack people?

[bleakdecember]

[Akechi can't deny that he enjoys himself at the resort. That's part of the game, after all. But sometimes it's more about business than it is solely pleasure, or the kind of lazy fun he has with Marina or his other close confidants.

This, however, is one of the rare trysts that makes him remember what it's really about. Animal indulgence and the pleasure of a rough fuck that edges towards pain. And the pleasant ego-stroking, the teeth on his neck--

At this point, he doubts he needs the extra stimulation, but he still reaches down to stroke his own aching cock. The removal of one arm means he's not braced as well, but Concord's helping out with that.

He should reply, say anything, but-- he's lost in moans and whimpers, needy and begging. He can practically feel Concord bulging out of his stomach with each forceful thrust.]

[bleakdecember]

[He hopes, and assumes, that the hierarchy has melted away now that they're in his room. Especially since they're indulging the house like this.

He begins to unbutton his outfit without hesitation.] I can enjoy it at times, but -- well. It's more to pull in the aggressive, and the... well.

[That is to say, he prefers to bottom in it. Of course, he has the equipment if Mitsuru's in the mood to bend him over, but...]

[ratratrat]

[OOC: no worries, glad you're safe!]

[Bakugo's voice ricochets sharply off of tile; Charlie can understand the petulant warnings being thrown at him, but he'd guess that anyone in the locker room could hear and at least understand the emotion behind his bluster. Frustration, if Charlie had to put a word to it.

But he doesn't need to. He has the guy's body beneath his hands - he can feel how Bakugo is coiled. Tense.

The massage is an attempt to win some trust, sure, a display of how useful and considerate he can be. More-so, Charlie wants a reason to touch - cool palms against hot, hot skin. Thoroughness continues their connection...

As his fingers curl, rubbing where hip and thigh connect, Charlie leans forward. He needs this proximity to cover the swaths in the front he's yet to attend to, of course-

His voice is right in Bakugo's ear.] You want me to stop? [His question is paired with his fingers fanning out over the front of Bakguo's thighs, offering the same deep pressure he'd lavished onto the boy's back as he continues to spread lather beneath.]

[blastedass]

Personal belongings? Those bastards brought us here with nothing! [And now hearing that his stuff, specifically his costume and gear, might be stored away somewhere? He's pissed and piqued.] Which storage room did he get into?

[Definitely planning on trying to get in there now. But if the rooms can move around like other things in the Peacock, it's a shit gamble to find that. The possibility of getting his belongings back makes it worth the attempt at least. Even if he doesn't find much use for his Quirk and certainly not battle-worthy heroics in the resort, having some part of his home (that isn't villains) would be fucking amazing.]

Haa?! You were here when I destroyed the thing! Why would I have to mention it?!

[Hiyori heard it too! Bakugo gives him an incredulous look before turning back to the empty spot. They don't need the damn cart now. He isn't sure how he feels about the event. If the statue reformed and wandered off, guilt's gone. If the resort transported it away to do something else with, not so much. But why would someone else show up and clean the debris? The staff might have... Fuck, he's ready to be done with this.]

Of course not, Parrot! I've had enough of this bullshit.

[It still means he'll be stopping future statues with non-"fatal" damage and then locking them in closets or tying them up until he gets a definitive answer.]

[theidlemaiden]

[ Not sure if that's a good thing or a bad thing. Lindhardt had been many things to her during their time at the Academy which included everything from being a nuisance and a fellow class-skipper. Hopefully the former wouldn't be something she'd come to associate with Rei.

Or if she does it will only be laced with affection.

He's already well on his way to being in the affection camp especially after they met the first time. And now of course. The puppy eyes don't leave him until he eats his fish. Truthfully she would have pulled a plate towards her and started digging in right then and there after he had - but his offer halts her in her tracks. ]

You'd do that for me? Are you sure it isn't just for science purposes?

[lieabilities]

It often does.

[ It's true that he's posed as quite a few roles, and could probably hold a number of titles based on his ever changing position within the Istvan Gang, depending on the needs of their leader. 'Right-hand man' had been used to describe him more than once. But in the end, he felt himself best fitting the title of conman, making deals for the gang and conning people into less favorable positions for his gain, whether through illusions or intimidation or any other cards up his sleeve. What else could he be, but a conman? ]

I'd greatly prefer not to be chucked.

[ As they submerge, there's an eager spread of his tentacles in the water, more spilling out from the shadows of his tattered clothing now that the burden of weight has been eased on Bakugo. And though he certainly could by now, he keeps an arm around the younger man's shoulders. ]

You might find the water quite soothing as well though.

[blastedass]

[If anyone does want to come over and stick their head around the damn partition, they'll get a facefull of explosive blast, right into the damn wall. For all his snarling about not wanting people to know, Bakugo's got a "problem" with his volume when he's protesting the very thing.

His mouth and his body aren't saying the same things, dammit! Charlie said he was gonna wash his back, not work his hands into his muscles and try to turn him into putty! Try as he might, there's no way Bakugo resists the gentle touches for long. His hands aren't only good with squeezing fingers and digging tips, the cool temperature clashes with the hot water and Bakugo's own heat.

The blonde lowers his head, dropping his brow against the shower wall. Water spills down his nape, leaks between their bodies and into the contours of muscle and bone. He sets his jaws as Charlie leans into him, every nerve in his back, hips, and legs quickly rushing to tell him how close the man is to him. They're not complaining either. Fuck...]

Did I say stop? [Bakugo's breath comes in a growl, lower and thicker from obvious risen arousal. The powerful lines in his thighs tense up and ripple beneath Charlie's fingers and he presses the ball of his foot to the ground, other heel digging against the tile to try and brace himself.]

[blastedass]

[A skeevy guy in the corner of a bar. But conman is a good all around title. That's the kind of person Bakugo thought Kleken was when he first saw him. Today makes that association all the more fitting. While he knows nothing of the other man outside of his appearance, some nuances of his personality, and a glimpse of his ability, Bakugo's decided he's not a bad person. Rather he's someone who can choose to play that side if he feels it necessary. It makes him a lot more tolerable. Maybe even more than, since he's carried the guy all the way here.]

Then don't give me a reason to throw your ass in. [Bakugo gets to waist level in the pool before he shrugs Kleken's arm off his shoulder, letting go of his wrist in the same motion. Unless the guy wants to fight for it to be there. Doesn't need him hanging on now that he's able to settle in the water. Bakugo didn't promise to be his damn coat rack forever.] Yeah yeah, I'll stay here and make sure you're not dying.

[apothecrazy]

[ He might be embarrassed but Maomao can't help but find some amusement in that. The smallest grin forms on her lips as he sputters and stumbles over his words. ]

Good. [ She says in a tone that sounds like it should be followed by 'boy'.

While he's getting comfortable on the couch, Maomao stands and slips out of the little bit of clothing the resort has deemed acceptable during this time. Honestly, it feels nice to be out of those ridiculous rags. ]

Is that so? [ She tilts her head a little as she eyes him so eager to have her touching him.

She has options, return to the floor, this time settled between his legs and please him some more with her mouth. Or she could join him on the couch, perhaps settle herself in his lap. She shifts from one foot to the other before moving toward him. ]

Bring your legs together a little bit. [ She says as she raises a knee and settles it on the couch to one side of him. ]

[astrolabium]

Even I enjoy the occasional surprise.

[ Mona speaks as she unlocks her suite, only pausing once to glance over and give Hilda a self-assured smile. Then, there's a satisfying click and the door swings open to reveal the entryway, part-way decorated by a string of dangling lights in the shape of tiny stars. She personally pays them no mind and steps in first, hand sliding along the wall until Mona eventually finds the light switch. The room is promptly illuminated the instant she flips it up. ]

For this, I purposefully didn't look beyond our initial introductions. There are some matters that should be avoided.

[ That, and Mona does become a bit flustered viewing sexual acts with future partners. Wouldn't anyone be a little embarrassed catching a glimpse of themselves being pleasured? ]

I'd rather experience it for myself than spoiling myself beforehand.

[ Mona removes her fashionable beret, and then motions for Hilda to follow her to her bedroom. ]

[schmisse]

[ Weiss isn't able to feel soft and gentle touches on her burns. It's been some time since and her skin has healed some, but not fully. The firmer touch is appreciated, and Baptiste will find that the skin is at least softer and smoother than what one might imagine on skin that's been burnt.

The very touch gets her to sigh deeply, tense at first, but she relaxes a second later. She really can appreciate a massage, even if it's from a fellow player and not staff. Hopefully they both benefit out of this, because she would like for Baptiste, who's lower in rank, to not be taken advantage of by the House. ]

Oh, you're doing fine. [ As for calling the shots? Only on paper, really. All because of her rank. ] How 'bout this? Fulfill the task in a way that you'd enjoy. Don't worry about me too much. That's what I want.

[ A beat, and she sighs through her nose. ]

You promised a show, didn't you?

[feathering]

Cards and dice would be easy to grasp the idea of, although I can't say I know what a slot machine is.

[ Throwing some balls into slots, then? Or does this machine generate slots, and then a certain play has to be done?

The slots are already something that they can see from here as they near the entrance, but Joshua doesn't really know what they are... ]

I would like to see what these machines are all about, first. You don't mind, do you?

[feathering]

Oh, I can.

[ Can he? Truly?

Probably, if he tried really hard. But he doesn't think now is the right time. ]

I just would rather not.

[ But Sylvain makes a good point. He'd asked, curious because he would like to gather as many allies as possible. The sooner the better, too. He's glad that even though Sylvain's response isn't a blatant yes (and perhaps it is better that way), his own needs and situation are considered first and foremost. ]

I appreciate the honesty. [ So much so that he finds himself chuckling at this entire situation. ] How silly of me to even ask.

[feathering]

[ Good? Yes, it most certainly is. There's something about the way that Maomao tells him that that gets him to visibly shudder, finding it all too enthralling and enticing to have earned her favour. It gets him harder, gets him to burn up even more that he might not be content with just cumming once.

He takes in a deep breath, his blue eyes exploring what Maomao's showing him. All of it really is a nice sight—and while he says he won't get used to it, he certainly will savour this moment. It's one that he might think of from time to time, even if it will get him feeling itchy in his clothes, wanting them off when he's alone because of how hot he's feeling.

Joshua thinks he's a patient man, but he's starting to feel like that's being constantly tested even now. He is obedient too, though, especially to her. While he turns to face her slightly, drawing his hand back down to his lap. ]

Like this?

[ He doesn't even sound disappointed if she no longer wishes to please him the way she was doing so earlier. He brings his legs together some, but doesn't allow his thighs to meet. His heart is racing, his shoulders and chest moving up and down with each heavy breath. ]

[the_roman]

"Waiting for more evidence?" Alan ask, rueful. "I suppose that's better than tossing me out on my ear straightaway."