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

[eaudevamp]

[ At least Alan seems close to his mother, still has a parent on good terms with. Reign barely remembers his own mother, and his father... Well, he's the "disgraced heir" and better left dead.

The reassuring touch gets a smile out of Reign, relieved that Alan hasn't taken offence to his forwardness earlier. Personal boundaries are important, though at times Reign tends to... forget them.

Maybe later, when they've gotten to know each other better, he could ask Alan about his mother. Now though... he has a rather tough question to answer. He folds his arms, tapping his chin with a finger. ]

To be honest, my initial wish was to be sent home. But why go home when this place offers a second breath of life? [ He shrugs a shoulder, smiling wryly, before he goes quiet briefly. ] Acceptance for what I am, perhaps. My people don't look favourably on my "kind".

[orobashi]

Voices in distress from the lower levels... I've heard some rumors of strange happenings in the lower levels of the resort, but I've yet to experience any myself. Traveling with company would be wise.

Are you familiar with combat, should that become necessary? I do think there have been previous infestation of bug-like creatures.

[the_roman]

[ Alan hesitates, reading that glance, and then reaches over to guide Baptiste's hands to his other calf. Not just yet. He appreciates this dialogue, though, the silent May I? Here? and the easy acceptance of a redirection.

And with the redirection done, he returns his hand to Baptiste's collarbone. The other lifts to push a hank of blond hair out of Baptiste's face. ]

Sort of. [ He lets out a huff of laughter. ] I'd -- usually be playing at being where you are.

[ It's an awkward confession to make to someone you just met, but what is he supposed to do? When in Rome. ]

[elfsplaining]

[Morrigan's eyes gleam, triumphant and eager. She's never been one to shy away from sex, and it isn't every day one gets the chance to be intimate with someone so unique?]

I'm sure I could give you your fill. [Overconfident, maybe, but well-deserved, in her opinion. She watches the trail of his hand, leaning toward it and sighing softly]

Ah, a man after my own heart. [She chuckles low. There was little she wouldn't do for more knowledge, especially in an unknown place like this where knowledge could mean everything.

She eyes him slowly, as if appraising him and finding him satisfactory. Regardless of if he tells her everything she might want, she's sure she'll have a good time with this] Hmm, can I ask anything I want? Is there a condition to pass to be able to ask more?

[the_roman]

[ Alan blows out a breath, nodding. He's familiar with that problem. ]

What "kind" is that? If you don't mind my asking.

[molotovmoustache]

[The redirection is accepted with relative ease, at the cost of Baptiste feeling a coil churning in his stomach. The impulses of his suit are kept at bay by the shred of subservience his massaging fingers promise to his 'divine' guest.

His hands continue their reverent strokes as he muses over this confession. Baptiste's hair under the man's touch is surprisingly soft - yet some of the sweat that clings at the root causes the tuft of hair to stay wherever Alan leaves it. Collateral from the feverish heat that clings to Baptiste's flesh in this moment.]

Is that so...? You're in service back where you're from then? [As awkward of a confession as it might be, it doesn't seem to hurt Alan's image. In fact, quite the opposite.] But you spit in drinks when others aren't looking, I assume?

[foreverfeline]

[One ear flicks back, because she's pretty sure she recognizes the cadence of that heel click. Her attention drifts from the staff member and she glances around, trying to pinpoint--

--Oh, she doesn't need to. She turns directly to the sound of her name, her ears perked in surprise. She can't decide if she's more shocked or relieved to see someone she knows.]

Weiss! [Blake jogs up to her, short of a hug just because she's still in pretty revealing clothing.] Are you okay? Is-- is Yang here? Or Ruby? Or--

[foreverfeline]

[Most of the... guests. He must mean others like her, and him, plucked from their own world. So the staff isn't nice? Her ears still flick, slightly skeptical but not wanting to challenge his claim.]

Ah... thanks. [A little stiffly.] Still, just, ask next time.

[averagedad]

[The weight of a sword was far different by comparison to a lightweight knife he was usually accustom in his line of work, Twilight's preferred agile movements slightly hindered but was nothing concerning given his natural adaptability to situations on the fly. As the man looks over his combatant in full he immediately notes the abrasions along her forearms, various bruises littered over her person causing him to visibly grimace in frustration. The one's responsible to subjecting the woman to such unnecessary cruelty would be dealt with in due time but for now they had but little choice to abide by their ruling. That did not mean they could not manipulate the games to suit their needs such as the Wildcard using his appointed station to aid those less fortunate.

Thankfully his would be opponent agrees to his terms as they look to fool the masses with their little performance now. A flash of a confident smirk quickly forms over his lips as he stands at the ready with his gladiator sword raised within the grip of both hands, widening his stance as he glares menacingly towards his counterpart playing up the act. A subtle nod of his head is ushered forth as they mentally prepare themselves, a roar of the crowd erupting as the pair looked to square up.]

I will do my best not to disappoint miss. On my mark.

[Without further delay the covert agent lets out an intimidating shout as he charges forward with his blade drawn high to the skies above looking to clash steel against steel as their simulated battle commenced!]

[eaudevamp]

[ If he'd been asked this question months back on his initial arrival, Reign would have been more hesitant in his response. Even now, there's no telling how others may respond. ]

I've an abnormal personality. Well, an "abnormal" is what I'm called back home. In this place, I've learned that it means I'm sexually submissive. [ Considering the nature of this resort, is it any wonder that Reign got kidnapped to this place? ] Since arriving here, I've been told that my... proclivities are quite normal. That I shouldn't be ashamed of it...

[ His blue gaze flicks to Alan, gauging the man's response. ]

[the_roman]

[ Another laugh, more genuine this time, though still heavily laced with rue. ]

Not in service, really. Just a deviant. And a writer.

[ But he repeats himself. 😎👉🏻👉🏻 ]

And where I spit depends on what I want.

[ He smooths the hair down again, running his thumb over Baptiste's hairline to wipe away the sweat. He's hardly noticed his hunger waning, as Baptiste tends to him. Perhaps because even with the edge taken off, he's still starving, and still ignoring it. ]

Christ, you're warm. You ought to be having some of that wine.

Xiao Xingchen | Mo Dao Zu Shi | 9 of Spades (current character)

[blindforlove]

1. The Eye of the Tiger (Beak → Subdue the Beast)

[Xiao Xingchen cannot see it himself, but he's been outfitted in the style of a white tiger. Mostly only a loincloth, a belt with a tail that hangs from it, and two small ears on a headband. The arm and shin guards also bear a matching decorative pattern. Perhaps he'd be more perturbed if he could see what he looks like, but he can feel himself almost-naked before a raucous crowd, and that's enough to keep his head lowered as he steps out of the gate.

Such feelings won't get in the way of vying to win, of course. Even as the voices of the crowd reverberate throughout the coliseum, the shuffling in the sand heralds the approach of his opponent. As the announcer introduces the challenger, the shift in his expression comes quickly--he squares his shoulders and his brow knits together with all of his focus honed upon the figure before him. He's certain that letting this match end too easily will disappoint the spectators, which involves a worse punishment. So even if he will fight honorably - as much as he can in these circumstances - he also has no intention to throw this battle.

His voice is even and calm.]

Let us bear each other no grudges for this. Prepare yourself.

[One thing he's confident about this place so far is that a weapon gets in the way of what they're truly trying to achieve. So he advances towards the challenger with steady steps, listening closely for their first move, ready to leap forth or back away.]

[ooc: Let me know if you prefer a certain victor! Otherwise, we can play it by ear.]

2. Cold and Hard and Petrified (Indulgence → Galatea)

[Hearing someone struggling and crying out for help, paired with the loud thumps, Xiao Xingchen dashes down the long, narrow hallway towards the scene. A sudden scream interrupted his post-battle bath, and he scarcely had any time to throw a towel robe on before he ran out to find the source of the noise. He'd asked another guest what was happening before listening to the loud movements of the statues.

It'd been some time before he could help others in this way...]

Stop! Unhand them!

[He tries to pull the trapped person away, patting along their body to find their torso, before wrapping his arms around them. As he does, his hips press against theirs.

Of course, when it comes to rescuing someone, such accidents like that shouldn't really even register. Only... he's half-hard as he does. He doesn't even know what could have been the cause of it.

The only thing that changed is hearing the abductee's cries of distress.

The statue stops moving. Xiao Xingchen also pauses, unsure if he's managed to rescue the statue's victim, or if they're still standing there in that same place. If the statue has hesitated, then Xiao Xingchen needs to seize the opportunity.]

C-Can you get out?

[He tries to ignore how the friction has only made him harder. But if he lets go, the statue might pull the other person away as he adjusts.]

Wildcard

Feel free to make suggestions, or even just go with a starter. PM me if you want to plot in more detail or have any questions!

[tonguetoxicity]

[If only he could offer a combo. Only if. But there could be arranged. He still made a surprised noise as he was hauled noise into the room, for all he had half expected it. Ah...well then.

Nara smiled at him, and reached over to brush his hand over Reign's chest.]

I can do it very...very quickly.

[His voice went low and husky, and his hand drifted down, down...and away.]

If it isn't teasing...then I can strip and show you right now.

[elfsplaining]

[She crosses her arms over her chest, frowning as she runs this through her head. None of this makes sense, but then again, what did make sense nowadays? She takes a deep breath and slowly, heavily, sighs.]

Pleasure, I'm sure. [She doesn't sound like she really means it either, distracted by her own thoughts and saying the polite response drilled into her without much thought. She paces back and forth slowly, looking around the room. Nothing jumps out at her as familiar. She's aware the Eluvians can go to places in-between realms; she's spent enough time there to know. But still...

Oh, wait, right. He introduced himself. She blinks and straightens]

Right. I am Morrigan, occult advisor to Empress Celene, and a Witch of the Wild. Whichever makes me scarier to you, I suppose. [The titles are unnecessary, but the last thing she wants is anyone 1. underestimating her, or 2. not realizing they've kidnapped someone powerful enough to make this a problem.

Not that she thinks this Loid guy is behind it, but you know, in case someone's listening in.]

[afullmoon]

Chika was comfortable with a lot of things, but the worship and the public sex...it felt very hedonistic. He certainly wasn't comfortable with it yet.

Which was why he was more then happy to focus on Vil and his actions, relaxing to realize that he wouldn't have to perform. Not right away at least.

"No." He shook his head. His hands flexed, and he admitted, "Not yet. There's some...things brewing. Hunger, 'course. Antsy and...feeling a little snappy. I got some time."

How much, he wasn't even sure of. It was bringing up some urges to transform, but that wasn't easy to explain. Not when he wasn't ready to explain he was a werewolf.

[the_roman]

[ His response is half a moment of confusion at hearing a new term, and then a look of surprise at hearing it said so plainly. No judgment, though. Perhaps a slight flush in the cheeks. ]

As in -- you mean you like this sort of serving, when you're with someone?

tenacity

[loughshinny]

[Honestly, Reed's been trying to avoid the chaos of this event. She doesn't like the strange markings on her arms or the way they wildcards like her as gods. It sits poorly on her.

But this hallway isn't quite. The statues are... she'd managed to evade one, but can hear the commotion of someone else not escaping them. She is, of course, compelled to help.

A small fireball hits the statue holding Joon square in the back of the head, enough to distract it. And that gets it to turn and look at Reed so she can break a chair she grabbed on its head, which does somehow manage to knock the head off.

She might be able to melt the statues, but that would probably also melt Joon. Not ideal.]

I suggest we run.

[empaler]

[ she handles herself easily despite being unarmed, bringing down her attacker with a few quick strikes to his ribs and then one to the base of his skull when he doubles over. less flashy compared to sylus, of course, but speed and efficiency have always been her focus. she looks up just in time to see the servant being bound by what looks to be strands of energy, carried over to sylus as he addresses the still-conscious opponent, face contorted with pain and humiliation as he attempts to get back up on his feet.

clorinde, meanwhile, turns her focus to the servant girl, coming up to her side and gently shushing her. the energy binding her keeps her just out of clorinde's reach, and as the opponent finds his footing and signals for more contestants to be brought in, she addresses sylus instead. ]

Let the girl go, she'll only get in the way. We can take care of the rest.

iv.

[loughshinny]

[Reed doesn't like the lakes. Her memories of being at this place before are hazy, and she thought it just some kind of dream -- but here she is again. Less clinics and flowers, and more...

Well. The reflection she sees is not actually her own, though almost anyone else would assume so. Her sister's voice whispers to her. Little Loughshinny, what are you going to do now? You're useless all alone here.

She is very glad to see someone drowning. She's always felt better when she has something to focus on, and saving someone is very to the point and practical. So she crosses the distance to Midnight, grabs him by the collar of his shirt, and pulls him back up roughly. She can be strong when she wants to.

...I remember you. [Reed blinks at him, because she vaguely remembers him as another operator.] You're not from Aegir. You would have drowned.

locker rooms

[loughshinny]

[What a coincidence -- she's in the locker room for just the same issues. Even if her powers are still new to her, this is a great trial by fire (pun intended). These kinds of wounds are easy for her, after all.

Just after she finishes up curling a tongue of healing flame around someone's sprained ankle, she gets to her feet and looks for the next one. But instead she finds him, assuming...]

You've made a mistake. I'm fine. [Her tail, thick and flame-tipped as it is, lashes slightly. She's actually annoyed.] You should send anyone injured my way.

gilded cage

[loughshinny]

[Honestly, she hasn't really been enjoying the feast very much. When the staff noticed her dour attitude and her unwillingness to engage with the servants, they herder her off to the tents. Maybe she just needed some time to rest? That sounded nice.

Of course, they didn't mention they were leading her to someone else's tent. Who better to cheer up a wildcard than another wildcard, hm?

Reed steps into the tent, her eyes drawn to the balls of light -- until Sokie speaks. She pauses, holding her own arm. Her draconic tail behind her swishes in anxiety, the flame on its tip sputtering low to avoid catching anything on fire.]

...I think I have the wrong tent. [And yet she doesn't move, trying to hide the more than faint blush that's come across her cheeks.]

[averagedad]

[Mitsuru would not be wrong given the stunning man had spent many a night with countless women, thoroughly sating their every desire by his skilled hand, such was the nature of his job sake after all. His informants were far more susceptible to trust those whom shared intimate moments together even if the emotional feelings were not reciprocated on Twilight's end. It was all an elaborate ruse to garner intelligence from his counterparts in a bid to achieve his ideals, attachment completely unwarranted of course as it was merely a means to an end. Just like here and now in this wicked place, if he was to return home to his mission of unparalleled importance then he would surely have to adhere to the games at play and get down to 'business'.

Given the hint of blush that washes over his proprietors face further cemented by the red headed beauties initial sentiment, Twilight thought he might be subjected to the whims of his newfound companion, a faint shade of red forming over his own cheeks feigning the innocence of his chosen persona. However; The woman quickly followed things up with the reassurances of having no such intentions herself. Breathing a sigh of relief as he smiles warmly continuing the farce of his character, gently moving to bend the knee as he cups a soft hand within both his own in a romanticized fashion. Piercing blue eyes catch her ruby red own as he humbly extends his thanks for her aid.]

Perhaps not but yours is pure as white snow for helping out a stranger from being subjected to a grim fate.

[Ever the charmer as he played his hand whimsically as to invoke further trust with his counterpart, everything going according to plan thus far as she secured his means of liberation. Whether her good intentions were truthful when they left the bidding hall remains to be seen but his immediate inhibitions told him she was being honest. A genuine person who merely wished to aid those less fortunate which was surely a rarity in a devious place like this. Slowly rising back to his feet, Twilight sighs slipping his hands away to press a hand under his chin quizzically regarding her with a subtle nod in understanding.]

So these types of affairs are commonplace here? That is most alarming to hear but not surprising given the situation at large.

ty u_u

[undrowned]

I'm sorry. [ in a slightly annoyed tone - ] There's plenty of distractions around.

[ and not in a good way with how rover glances around with a narrowed look as she firmly takes her away.

she leads her out of this crowd, into the dais where rover finds an empty tent for the two of them to be alone. and maybe this can be read any other way, but rover's priority is her safety.

... not that she can't handle herself. not that yinlin hasn't proven herself at all many times during the brief period they were together. she fusses, and this is her way of showing concern. ]

Are you hurt? [ first things first. ]

[bersercu]

[ the runic tattoos that cover his body, from the markings around his eye down to his chest, are embroidered with gold. the borders of them surrounded by that shining color that doesn't stand out too apart from the tone of his skin. if anyone tried to deny him a chance to knock a few men down and give them the beating of their lifetimes, that would cause another fight all its own. he's meant to fight. nothing else matters.

but the warmth of that magic is notably different than what he's used to. what he draws from is the primal, the bestial, influenced by rage. necessity may be the reason but the source that sylvain uses is what he would call lighter. not delicate. more pure. in a way it makes his skin crawl, but the sensation of the magic soothing his aches and pains versus just stitching them together is... ]

Is that so.

[ stares blankly. then with light sarcasm: ]

What would you suggest I do instead?

[spellblader]

[Ignis gives Prompto look for taking pictures- he noticed! Don't you think he didn't? But he also can't blame him; this is not a getup Ignis would wear voluntarily. He has it on only because there's nothing else. He asked for something different but was given only a different version of this.

So Gladio is here as well. The fact that Prompto isn't bringing up Noctis right off the bat does clue him in that he's not present. Which both makes him relieved and anxious. He doesn't like the thought of Noctis being without anyone to protect him and back him up, but he's not stupid. He hopes Noct remembers to go look for Cor if he's alone.]

I am glad to hear you're not alone here.

[He gives Prompto a weird look when he brings up his fingers into a peace sign. He pushes his glasses up.]

I am not drunk if that's what you're insinuating. [But he gives him benefit of a doubt.] Two fingers.