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TDM 05

【 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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[ Her smile fades, and she looks away. Her expression's hard to read, but he'll be able to sense a wild mix of emotions coming from her. Anger. Hurt. Happiness. Sadness. Yearning. Maybe even something like...love.

Eventually, she sighs. Her arms cross while she mentally debates on her words. ]

I'm not sure I want to say. It'll just make me want you more.

[ The truth? Say it ain't so! Then again, it's not like he knows how secretive she normally is. It'll be easy enough to pretend she's always been open with him, seeing as she's been that way with him many, many times. In fact, that'll probably make him see her in a better light. A nice bonus. ]

At least you got your best sleep ever beforehand. Not on purpose, but it was nice to let you have that. [ There's fondness in her words as she recalls that part of her memories. ] It's the most peaceful I've ever seen you.

[ooc: hey hey! me too, guh! think july was shit for many of us.]

[They told him that he's not supposed to evade forever. Even if the royals and wildcards are horrible shots, it's his "duty" as a low level servant to let someone hit him. Or else he'll be facing off against wild animals in the arena. Got it?

FUCK YOU!! He's no one's toy! If these bastards can't hit him, they don't deserve to see a single damn chalk mark on his body! Not that he intends on letting them land a hit. Even when three of them apparently team up and send a trio of arrows flying towards him, Bakugo braces his feet, cocks a hand back, and swipes a swath of raging explosions in front of him like a combusting wall. Wood, metal, twine, and chalk disintegrate immediately, leaving their failures rising in the air amid the arc of smoke. Bastards. He'll take his chances with the fucking animals than allow himself to be struck even once!]

Haa?! [Bakugo's eyes widen and his head twitches over his shoulder, incredulous rage warping his expression that someone would dare yell at him like that. What he sees is some black-haired brat scurrying for cover like a damn rat. Right behind him.] Protect you!? What the fuck, you don't know how to dodge?!

[Immediately he's calling a damn bluff on the guy's pathetic display, both from the shambling steps being a demonstration and the look in his eyes. A smaller frame makes for a harder target. BOOM! Heat and light blast across the small space between them, taking an arrow out of the air.] Don't fuck with me. You wanna play the idiot, then take one in the face!

[But even yelling that, another explosion wipes two arrows out, with Bakugo taking a place between the general audience and the other low rank.]

[He senses the wild storm of emotions in her. Confusion. He's confused by some of the emotions he's sensing from her. But what can be said about wild mix, it is that she truly feels strongly towards him.

Meanwhile... He sees her, as a friend.

It's... sort of easy for him to empathize with her situation, all thanks to his empath powers. However, that power of his is still a closely guarded secret. Does Monika knows it? So far, she hasn't allude to anything of that sort, or that she tries to guard her emotions inward. Ultimately, it's best for him to not say anything about what she just felt from her.]

I see. If it's not easy for you, then you do not have to tell me now. Later, perhaps? [He can't force her to say more, if she doesn't want to. Although hearing her say it'll make her want him? Surprising. Even if he hadn't felt her emotions, it's surprising that she'd... straight up says he wants him. He doesn't think he's deserving of anyone attention or want, especially of that level.

He isn't sure what to say to that.

The next part certainly sounds nice, at least. The fondness in her voice sounds nice to his ears.]

Is that so.... I never thought I'll be able to know a peaceful sleep ever again. [Even after the war was over, it's difficult for him to have a normal sleep and never not be alert at the slightest movement or sound.] Was it thanks to you?

[Sue him.]

You wanna start something, Lizard Face?!

[Because he'll finish it fast! Since walking down the hall with a dripping guy and yelling at him is the best image to convey to anyone around them. Bakugo's not asking about the dragon parts (yet) since he'd rather get away from the water and whatever mess that's implying.]

None that I've seen. But they apparently try to instigate shit.

[Bakugo has deliberately avoided the elevators for that reason. Plus he likes the stairs better. Exercise.]

[ This is not the first time Maomao has found herself awakened in the bed of a stranger. In fact, it's starting to become something of a pattern in this place.

How annoying!

Morrigan's movements stir the smaller woman from her peaceful sleep. She shifts, grumbles, then pulls the blanket over her head while the other woman looks herself over in the mirror. After a few moments, she finally sits up and pushes her hair from her face. ]

There are no demons in this room as far as I know. [ She responds in a tired yet otherwise emotionless tone. ]

[ Maomao is accustomed to playing the role of a servant, it's what she was prior to her arrival in this world after all. However, the women of the Inner Palace are more than capable of feeding themselves. It was only when Lady Lihua was suffering from poisoned facepowder that Maomao had to feed someone else. This is vastly different from that time. The food is more than a simple gruel meant to deliver nutrients to a starving woman.

Internally, Maomao sighs. Externally, her expression remains neutral as she pulls one of the plump, almost ridiculously large grapes from the bunch. She examines it for a moment before pressing it against the woman's lips so she can take a bite from it. ]

[ Isn't it so lucky for him that he never revealed the true scope of his powers? The worst she has to worry about is him hearing her do things she'd rather keep private. She'd be freaking out if she knew he's aware of what she was feeling. Even more so if it was clear he could easily dig through her mind.

So much of their relationship's foundation was shakier than they realized. Shakier now. It's a miracle she hasn't freaked out from that alone. ]

Yeah. Maybe later.

[ Probably not. Not unless he's showing signs of seeing her as more than a friend. ]

I wish I could say I gave you that rest, but no. [ She snorts quietly in amusement. ] Some of the roses had thorns that put us to sleep, so we got to play our best Sleeping Beauty roles.

[ There's a thoughtful noise. ] Then again, maybe I helped a little? I let you sleep as long as I could. As much as you've told me about your life...I felt like you deserved it.

[ Mostly because she spent so much time living in her delusions, but he doesn't need to know that part. ]

[It's one of his fear when it comes to revealing his power. It's reasonable to be afraid of the mech who's capable of sensing emotions and reading minds, even if he rarely ever used this power of his maliciously.

His fear about his power is that it will be a cause for others to fear him. It will remain a secret, until he's able to fully trust someone.]

Sleeping Beauty?

[His head tilts. Unsurprisingly, the reset Soundwave doesn't have any knowledge on the reference she's making.]

It's no secret that I took part in a war. Four million years of warfare... even after it was over I haven't known true peace. [It was headed that way, building up a peaceful commune and living out in space until a better home is found. Instead, he gets drag into battles, nonsense, and politics.] I suppose this place may help me learn to love a peaceful life. Especially if I have you to help. Assuming you are willing.

[He looks down to see Stampy sleeping on his laps, then he gives her a single stroke of his hand. Arms still engraved in golden star markings. What distasteful marks, after all the reverence he received.]

Although... I hope this entire deity and worship event would come to an end soon. Then, I might be able to learn peace, here.

[ Lovely. A braggart. Monika lowers the bow she'd just grabbed, making a face. Way to kill the cool Katniss Everdeen moment she was about to (not) have! ]

Oh, I'm the arrogant one. Yeah, sure.

[ This won't affect her. She can keep a cool head. That's one thing she's the most proud of, being able to be a guiding force in a chaotic situation.

Which is why instead of trying to loose a purple-tipped arrow like normal, she grabs one and throws it like a dart. Without the expectation to be a charming leader on her shoulders anymore, she's free to be as petty and petulant as she wants. Take that, jerk!

...The arrow probably won't hit its target. No matter how athletic she is, she's no Katniss. Also, who the hell throws an arrow? ]

[ Maomao is beginning to feel her luck is running thin of late. First, having to act as a servant to the new Wildcards, and now this. Granted, acting as a servant was fine as long as people didn't get handsy. But this? Being forced to fight for the amusement of others? What the hell was the house thinking?

What about Maomao's scrawny frame suggested she was a fighter? Hell, she could barely run without becoming winded. If not for the threat of being strung up for a day looming over her head, she would have outright forfeited the moment she was shoved into the arena.

She does her best against the "beast" she's forced against before being defeated. She staggers out, bloody, bruised, and covered in the stinking innards of rotted tomatoes. Joshua stopping her as she's trying to make a retreat so she can clean herself up is met with a dead-eyed stare from the small woman. ]

A bath is more important right now. [ Despite the beating she took she's not yet feeling the pain. And even so, she has medicine for this. Even something new she'd like to try out. ]

[ Him not knowing her reference just reminds her of how much he's had erased. All they'd read together. The poems she'd written for him. The one he wrote for her. Her body hangs a bit lower before she slides her mask of forced indifference back into place. ]

It's a human fairy tale. The main character falls asleep for years after pricking her finger. A kiss woke her up.

[ She'd almost put "from her true love" in there, but she couldn't manage it. It'd probably lead to more questions she doesn't want to answer, anyway. ]

Anyway, forget that. [ She looks up after being quiet for too long. ] I'm willing to help. Always have been.

[ Her head tilts a bit. ] I can't tell you when this whole thing is going to end, but it tends to be for a few weeks at the very least. [ Her laugh's got genuine amusement in it for once. ] Sorry, but you're going to have to deal with people liking you for a while. So terrible, isn't it?

[ Poor grump, dealing with actual positive emotions. Tears will be shed for this travesty. ]

[She's pleased it worked, because she's not sure how else one can fight actual statues.]

...I was just guessing. [A good guess, then. But going for the head works on most things if you want to fully take them down. She tries not to think about it.

Instead she turns, using her tail to try and trip one of the approaching statues to buy them a little more time.] Come on.

[Reed folds her hands, politely, on her lap. The place has only given her a tunic dress that barely covers her, but she'll have to make due. She'll find a proper dress later.]

No. [There's a long pause, as if she doesn't realize she should elaborate. But she does.] ...I'm not very interesting. There's not much to know about me.

☤ ARRIVAL

[ This is not the first (and likely will not be the last) time Maomao has awakened in the bed of a random stranger and found herself dressed in clothing not her own. The scrawny woman shifts on her side of the bed, grumbling as she looks down to find the robe she's been shoved into is completely sheer.

She takes no care not to wake the person next to her as she tugs the sheet free and uses it to cover herself. She's not ashamed of her body, but she is modest under most circumstances.

She'll sit there waiting to see if the other person wakes. If they don't immediately do so she'll slip from the bed and begin poking around the room. She figures she may as well stick around to explain the situation to the other person, but in the meantime, why not see what this room has to offer? ]

☤ CASTING LOTS

[ Maomao occasionally spends time in the casino to test her luck and see if she can walk away a little richer than when she arrived. She doesn't expect everything to be so different when she arrives and immediately gets a bad feeling about hanging around.

Unfortunately for her, she's nearly immediately dragged into a dice game. Her lower rank signified by the scraps of fabric she's been forced to wear. ]

My rank is eight. [ She says if her opponent is not immediately recognized as higher than her. ]

☤ WAYWARD ARROWS

[ Once again, Maomao finds herself shoved into an unfortunately situation. Once again, it's one where they expect some level of athleticism from her. Unfortunately for all involved, Maomao is far from athletic.

Before long, her skin is marked with purple powder. She had hoped after getting hit the first time that would be it, alas, it appears she's stuck here until the game masters are satisfied.

And so, she begins to taunt the archers in hopes that that will be what finally gets the game masters to let her go. And thanks to the purple powder the words come more easily to her. ]

Hah! I bet your dick couldn't find its mark any better than your arrow!

☤ GALATEA

[ Having heard that the statues are moving about on their own, Maomao's curiosity gets the best of her. She wanders out in search of these moving statues to investigate them for herself.

What she doesn't expect is that a statue would find her. She tries to escape but soon finds herself dragged back to the statue's pedestal where it begins to slip hard, cold hands beneath her top while its lips travel along her neck.

She knows there's no point fighting it but she also doesn't want to be trapped here. ]

Help! [ She yells out as she feels fingers pinching her nipples. ]

☤ WILDCARD

[ Feel free to toss a starter at me or feel free to HMU at rubberspaceducky or shoot me a PM for plotting.

Will match prose or brackets. ]

[Nara bared his teeth- his now human teeth.]

I dunno. Can you handle it? Sparky?

[They're just having a great time snipping and snarling at one another. At least this meant they got plenty of space!]

They do...? Well. That's disgusting. Isn't it enough that people are playing the game?

"Oh, that? I'm an electrian with speciality in grounding magic within residential and businesses." Not that he thought he'd get to do that here. Which was a pity.

He loved his work. "But I guess if I'm out of a job, I should take up new hobbies and habits. Pick up nail toner and start having...facials?"

His own voice was just as theatrical, lightly poking fun at himself. "That's a thing people do right? Facials? Do they have hand facials?"

[She didn't choose this toga either. But she could move, could fight- and other things. Good enough for her.]

You have beautiful horns and just a better tail. No need to be modest. I...am simply a magic user myself.

You made me chase you all over the city. I don't know if that counts for friendship.

But sure, first dibs.

[ encore isn't here, thankfully, therefore, aalto's powers are weakened.

rover glances at her watch, briefly interested in it, before deciding to sit up. she has to steel her nerves before doing that. she does feel a bit embarassed with how little both of them are wearing. she thought she'd be able to ignore it as best as she can, but it's kind of hard to do that when neither of them are wearing much. but it's not under their control, and the situation they have to deal with presents more questions than answers. focusing on the problem, at least, takes off the awkwardness she feels.

while aalto explores the door, rover inspects the complimentary snacks laid out for them on a side table. a slight test of the oranges in a fruit bowl provides citrus with no strange flavouring but nothing that she'd like to eat despite being hungry. and she's hungry enough that she feels a bit dizzy while moving. ]

... I must've slept in longer than I thought.

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[Of course she blushes. She’s gotten compliments on her looks before, but not… sitting alone with someone, barely wearing anything.]

Thank you. [She curls her tail more around her legs, as best she can. It’s not prehensile.] Things like these are more common where I come from.

[…She leaves out the fact that she’s a bit unusual, even in her own world. Sokie’s next words distract her anyway.

Magic? Some form of Arts, surely.] What kind?

[He scoffs softly, the sound low and derisive, as he lifts a hand and brushes the underside of Ross’s chin with a single knuckle. The touch is light, almost teasing, but there’s an undeniable edge to it.]

Squirm? [Sylus murmurs, his voice smooth as silk.] I’m not trying to make you squirm.

[He leans in just a fraction closer, his knuckle still resting against Ross’s chin, holding him in place with nothing more than a whisper of contact. His right red eye gleams something darker, something predatory.] I’m succeeding.

[Sylus’s eyes narrow further, disdain evident as Six’s words sink in. That he might need to prove his worth in this farce of an auction is almost laughable. Show them that you’re worth more, Six suggests, and for a moment, Sylus almost bristles at the implication. Six isn’t here to grovel or beg for his favor, and that in itself is a rarity Sylus can appreciate. But the suggestion that he should perform for these fools, even subtly, doesn’t sit well with him.]

They’ll learn soon enough what it costs to reach beyond their means. [And it may just cost them everything. His arms remain crossed, the posture casual yet commanding; he’s not here to be won like a prize. He glances back at Six, the intensity in his gaze softening just enough to convey something close to amusement.]

And you? Content to watch from the sidelines, or do you prefer letting others make the first mistake?

[ Honestly, the real reason why Six keeps responding is because the guy is reacting similarly to how he did when he first arrived. Not so much the disdain, but the outright refusal to even do the bare minimum of playing along with whatever the House wanted them to do that day. Sure, he's learned the hard way what happens if he kept that up, so this one will come to the same realization too.

Or maybe not, who knows. ]

Beyond their reach... I see.

[ The arrogance is almost admirable. Six wonders how far it will take him around here, but at least right now all newcomers are being pampered and doted on.

He raises an eyebrow at the question, ears twitching. ]

I'm not interested. Does that bother you?

[ Besides, it's more fun watching others fall over themselves trying to get this guy. ]

[Considering the ghost in his mirror leaving him adoring messages on the daily, Vil is largely unfazed by the water reflections starting to act up around him. He gives a playful wink here or there but steers clear, assuming there has to be a reason why they only appear in water and not every place with a reflection.

Obviously not everyone has that kind of experience. Thus why he sighs as he sees a young man yelling at his reflection.]

You realize any insults you throw at it can pertain to you, right?

Vil's shoulders shook with silent laughter as he listened to Chika poke fun at his own lack of knowledge with beauty treatments. He wasn't sure if the questions were genuine or part of the joke, but he answered all the same.

"For your hands, it would be called a soak. Seeing as a facial has to do with your face." He tapped at Chika's thumbnail emphatically before sliding his fingers down to massage at his palm. "You can soak your hands to moisturize them or strengthen your nails if they happen to be weak. You don't seem to have that problem."

But Chika had also mentioned something he hadn't quite expected, so Vil latched onto that tidbit next.

"Grounding magic? What do you mean? You somehow route magic into buildings?"

[It may not help that Sokie is very assured, even overly confident in her own skin. As if the throne is truly made just for her.]

Truly? Well. I wouldn't call you common in the least.

[Compliments or flirting? Who knows at this point. She waves her fingers, though nothing happens.]

Oh, all sorts. I study magic- I'm an academic you see and write papers about it. Elemental, illusion, healing...tiny magics, ritual. It's amazing what you can find.

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so much for keeping it on the dl tho...

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