TDM 05

[goldmods]

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

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

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

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

ARRIVAL

DIVINE AWAKENING

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

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

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

MARK OF THE GODS

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

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

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

MADDENING HUNGER

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

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

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

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

GILDED CAGE

AN ENDLESS FEAST

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

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

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

ROYALS

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

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

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

SERVANTS

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

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

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

WILDCARDS

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

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

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

PHOENIX CASINO

ALEA IACTA EST

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

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

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

WILDCARD AUCTION

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

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

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

CASTING LOTS

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

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

ONE: Without using hands.

TWO: Using only mouth.

THREE: While blindfolded.

FOUR: Using only butt cheeks.

FIVE: Using only legs.

SIX: While remaining on knees.

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

HEADS OR TAILS

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

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

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

BEAK

ENTERTAIN YOUR BETTERS

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

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

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

BATTLE ROYALE

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

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

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

SUBDUE THE BEAST

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

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

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

RACE TRACK

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

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

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

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

TALON

SHOW OF STRENGTH

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

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

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

MUSCLE CONTEST

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

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

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

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

WRESTLING MATCHES

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

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

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

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

WAYWARD ARROWS

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

INDULGENCE

DESIRES FROM THE VOID

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

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

And they’re coming out.

GALATEA

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

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

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

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

NARCISSUS

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

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

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

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

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

PANDORA’S BOX

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

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

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

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

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

OOC NOTES

INVITES | RESERVES | APPLICATIONS

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

NAVIGATION • LOG • NETWORK • OOC • MEME

Comments

[blastedass]

What, are you hunting these fucking rocks?

[Asking him if he was alright certainly seems to count for suggesting Bakugo needs help.

He shoots a quick glare at the man for his "popular" comment, then looks back at the twin piles of pebbles and dust.]

I don't want these bastards' attention. They go after anyone.

[He likes being popular! When the crowds are cool and not some lunatic group. Or perverted.]

[the_roman]

[ He's turning the word kink around in his mind -- liking the sound of it, like a cracking branch, and the way it implies rope. Perhaps that's why he mishears the name of the club as "the Naked Yoke," conjuring up images of young men locked into heavy wooden collars.

Sometime he's going to find out what it's actually called and find it SO STUPID in comparison.

Reign's shift to seriousness makes him frown. ] Sounds like Bluebeard's castle. What can happen?

[ Given the way Spinet House defended itself against strangers, he has no trouble believing this place might be similarly enchanted. ]

[afullmoon]

He looks as if he bit off more then he could chew. Chika eyed Atsushi; he looked like he could break him over his knee like a stale breadstick. But the way that he was clearly stretching and held himself?

Maybe not a stale breadstick after all. Chika cocked his head, taking him in. So this little guy had something up his sleeve. Powers. Interesting.

"I can't turn off my strength. It's there all the time." He moved to crack his neck, before sliding his feet apart, and taking Atsushi in. He'd take him seriously.

"So-let's be fair. On."

[blastedass]

[Until his throat felt better, dammit! Bakugo's curious about the light and flecks showing up around the guy's neck, suggesting he's doing something to ease the abrasion. When that hand gesture pops up, the blonde frowns but settles into silence, at least seeming to give the guy's injury a chance to recover. He's pushy, not stupid.

Those sparks move to his arm next, drawing Bakugo's eyes whether he's aware of it or not. Is that a reflexive thing or something this guy is doing deliberately? Definitely healing in nature. It's an assumption, but an informed one.

At least until Joshua decides to speak. GRINK!! Lips curl into a snarl, pissed off instantly.]

YOU JUST DID!!

[MAYBE HE SHOULD THROTTLE HIM HIMSELF, HAA?!]

[voidescent]

[Of course he has disgust for you, Charlie Ten Thralls. Why that in particular is the sticking point doesn't need to be known, just that it simply is.

But as pretenses crumble away and as they're left with odd twists of almost-affection born from a shared home (and left to sit ignored by the wayside, thank you very much--), the exchange grows easier, in a way. More casual by the moment.

Eyes suddenly on them takes away some of that ease, of course, though he does choose to focus on the moment of lingering silence when Charlie's hands settle on his back. Can he talk with his hands busy? It had been a bit of a barb at the suggestion at initiating casual intimacy, sure, but-- ah, there it is. It's possible, but difficult.

That, too, is a bit more endearing than it should be.

...And a fact filed away for later. Get May to invest in some handcuffs if his endless chattering proves to be troublesome.

Though as Charlie is actually putting effort in, he'll also surely notice that there's a rigidity, a tenseness in Miraj that betrays his clear attempts to allow the interaction to settle into something almost-casual. It would seem his discomfort here reaches further than the simple alcove being not to taste... or he's been carrying it for a while.

We can hope he assumes the latter, of course.]

It's close enough, I'd assume. They don't know I'm your boss at home, after all.

Gemaryah "Chika" Washington | OC | Invite Wanted!

[afullmoon]

There's a bad moon on the rise

[afullmoon]

They both looked ridiculous. Really, all they needed were some beer kegs, and Chika had to start making cracks about this really being a giant frat party. Though he wouldn't if Vil thought the jokes were bad.

"I mean, being lost together has its charm. We could find our way to some place no one else goes...or find where it has the most dust." Chika's eyes were sparkling. It was easy to act as if they'd just met somewhere normal, and go back and forth. There had been no nerves, no massage. Just chatting.

"Though I wouldn't mind the complaining. You'd have earned it five times over if I'd gotten us lost. Specially if it was somewhere you were familiar with."

[voidescent]

[No one should care to take the blame for Charlie... just like no one should be blamed for knowing of the rat, when he squeaks his way into everyone's business.

Besides, there's more to this interaction than a shared acquaintance.

There's recognition at the clan name, clear as the bright blue sky reflected in brighter blue eyes.

The change in subject only cements it - this ringmaster is more than he seems, as well, and knows more than he wants to let on. That much had already been suspected with the reaction to his shadows, but this only confirmed.]

It's a burden of bureaucracy more than anything. [We can change the subject. Lessen the weight of the title. Let it slip by the wayside, filed away.]

So it would seem. [Given their meeting place and mutual state of (un)dress, he can make some assumptions about just what Baptiste is meant to do to serve him.

Distasteful.

He lets that slip pass by all too easily.]

Then, by all means. Guide me.

[molotovmoustache]

[Relief. A light of amusement dances in Baptiste's eyes before his own lashes slowly obscure the sight. He closes his eyes - focusing on the flow of wine with his own mouth. Alan's precision pairs well with the man's talent for taking on liquid.

In fact, it's a pleasant surprise. Baptiste doesn't have to lean on his own expertise of suddenly throwing liquids into the back of his throat. Instead, he finds himself indulging. It is a rare moment of relinquishing some of his own control as steadily drinks. A tart, smoking taste builds in his mouth - intermingling with the sweetened scent of the oil and the feeling of a careful tension to his lips.

It is a staggering trifecta, one that only highlights the feeling of desire that once again stirs. A contented shiver runs up his spine - a glimpse of placation from the suit's effects.

His fingers splay out just above Alan's knees. A twitch as they adjust their purchase. They do not travel further up the man's thighs just yet. Rather, they simply fall into repose.

Baptiste continues to drink, lips working against the side of the cup to ensure he didn't spill a drop from this act. He'll drink until the glass is empty. Blue eyes crack open as his tongue flicks out to press its appreciation to the rim of the glass. A tongue growing more and more wistful to press against the flesh of his momentary 'lord.'

He doesn't move away. Doesn't speak. Instead, he waits. Watches the other with an unspoken desire.]

[voidescent]

[A good shot actually joined the awful shots, Bradley. Surprise!

Though what Miraj isn't expecting is for one of the targets to retaliate, grabbing his own bow and arrow and firing back. This should be fine - it's not like in an actual use-case scenario those being shot at would be just sitting by and taking it, and really, the arrow-tips are just harmless chalk...

And it initially appears as though Bradley himself is among the ranks of "one of those awful shots" - aiming in the general direction of someone is good enough to hit when you're aiming at a battalion, maybe, but not an individual!

--Wait, arrows don't change direction like that, what the hell?

Needless to say, he doesn't have the chance to dodge or deflect himself. He's hit, and there's a puff of green chalk on his robe to show for it, accompanied by the sudden, inexplicable need to not keep everyone at a (physical) arm's length anymore to tell him that this isn't just chalk.

Of course it isn't.

Time to fire another arrow at the asshole who was so kind as to enlighten him.]

[molotovmoustache]

[The tension ebbs away. To Baptiste, it reads as if his diversion had simply worked. Silken linens shift and fall away as Baptiste pulls himself from the bed. Bare feet slide against a cool floor, his gaze caught for a moment by the stirring of mist his movement creates.

A welcome reprieve that follows his uncomfortable brush with a darker world just moments ago. He turns, holding out his arms as if to present the surroundings of the room to Miraj for the first time. His torso dips, a flourish to this 'bow' of presentation.]

Then, Your Grace- [Not the correct term of address at all. It's said with all the bravado of a man who couldn't care less. A mockery of his current role.] Where shall I begin? Your foggy bed quarters? Your luxurious bath? The world outside, if you're hungry?

[afullmoon]

Wow, was the crowd super horny. Well- he guessed it was having to do a bit with the whole fact that everyone was ready to get down and dirty at the least offer.

But that made sure that the terrian was going to be completely stumble-worthy. This actually worked in Chika's favor as he started toward his opponent- who decided that the best way to fight a werewolf was to run away.

He snorted, and snatched the lube bottle out of mid-air. Nice kick, but he was not impressed with the fact that it wasn't a fight, it was a chase. And he wanted a fight! A real one!

He huffed, annoyed, before flicking the bottle of lube away- at Baspite's feet. And it wouldn't be the only one from the bottles of oil that he was grabbing and throwing in quick flicks of his wrist to his feet and ankles, trying to make the man trip.

"C'mon, pretty boy." He taunted. "You can stand and fight, can't ya?"

He knew the crowd was getting very creative in their suggestions, but he wasn't paying attention to them at all. Not important at all.

[blastedass]

[If he ever saw one of those high-ups in the stands throw a fucking arrow, it'd at least be funny! Not everyone in the stands is a shit shot. After all, there are royals and high ranks even among the prisoners here. To say nothing of the Wildcards that arrived this sweep. But a lot of them are shit shots regardless. Not surprising, given their luxury here is to indulge in life and have sex. Not the kind of lifestyle that encourages someone to brush up on their archery skills, or even simple aiming.

Bakugo ignores the shots he has no business wasting his time on, taking a not-really-needed rest when it seems the skilled marksmen are either pausing to reload or having a hiatus for a moment. Someone gets off a lucky shot and he chucks a chunk of earth right into the arrow's path, intercepting it from hitting the other guy that'd been targeted. What? He's not here to protect people from arrows that can't hurt, and there's no damn point system to draw on, but pissing off the people telling him what to do? Sure, he'll make a stake for that. Bakugo's not going to let any of them hit him.

Thock, thock, thock. One after another, sending his nerves hiking under his flesh. Staccato impacts, not from haphazard luck or even a mass hail of arrows, but from someone who knows how to shoot. Bakugo flicks his eyes to the side, noticing the strikes via the small puffs of chalk. Coming from the right. Encroaching on the area he's currently in. His attention swings towards the stands, red gaze narrowing at the crowd of people. Which one has the bow...

Shit! He slams his hand down and an explosion erupts, launching him upward above a cloud of smoke. Another one immediately moves him to the side, dodging a follow up before he lands, already moving to make himself a harder target. Some bastard with skill finally showed up and took an interest in him?

Bring it on, you bastard!]

[voidescent]

[In a sense - it had. Certainly, the diversion had been noticed, but when one willingly indulges in a diversion, does it matter in the end?

...Yes, technically, but it's fine, for now.

Baptiste slides out of bed and seems to immediately put on a showman's façade, and for his own part... Miraj stays put, for now, shroud of darkness firmly replaced with a shroud of silk until the nature of this guiding is truly ascertained.

Though the hand used to shake in greeting does come up to his chin, rather than retreat back under the blanket.]

If you wouldn't mind, I shall defer to your judgement. Where would be best to begin?

[Another note to file away - the ache behind his eyes, initially thought to be brought on by the light, and the gnaw of what some might interpret as hunger (distinct, oddly enough, from thirst), does seem to ebb back at the term of address (apparently deemed good enough) and the intended act of service. Odd. Worth investigating further, surely.]

[ratratrat]

[Listen, right now it's probably only one or two! Totally Normal Ventrue Numbers. Not that there's any remorse to dampen the cruelty of enticing someone with the blood only to cut them loose and wanting. He may not yet silence them, nor send them to their deaths intentionally, but he's hardly a caring regnant.

The way his hands glide along Miraj's skin stands in sharp contrast. He focuses where tension has settled, working his fingers deeper into tissue without comment for the source. He'd expected to find some stiffness - everyone carries a bit of rigidity in their body. That there's a bit more than he'd presumed is, once again, a cute quality.

Miraj takes things seriously. Everyone knows that. But he lets them weigh on himself - at least, that's the new conclusion Charlie takes from the coiled muscles beneath his hands.] Maybe they do now- [Jovial tone with a twinge of regret.

Though he wonders if its truly possible to keep secrets from this place.] Am I uh, satisfying you? [His hands sink lower as he seeks the man's waist alongside approval.] If I'm doin a good job, I'll do your whole body.

Just. Just know they like it here when whole body means whole body. [There's nothing overtly flirtatious about the explanation, just the usual brattish coyness Charlie possesses when he thinks something is ridiculous.]

[the_roman]

[ It's fucking hypnotizing. Alan keeps expecting him to have had enough, and stays ready to pull back if needed. It's not needed. He barely dare breathe.

Alan can count the number of men who've sucked him off, rather than vice versa, on one hand. (Granted, he barely needs two hands to count the number of men he's slept with at all.) One is Jack, who belongs to his own category. The other was in a poorly lit room, and the visuals didn't enter into it much. Now, watching Baptiste's throat work, he thinks dizzily I've been leaving a lot out, haven't I?

God, what a scene this would make in a story. He could go back to his authorial roots. A Roman slave -- a blond Northman, obviously, claimed after a losing battle -- fed wine by his praetorian master, until the master's impatience takes over and he pulls the Northman forward to service his prick--

Alan's own prick throbs, like it wants to remind him of the possibilities. His knees fall outwards a bit under Baptiste's touch. That shiver in Baptiste, the flick of tongue, heated blue eyes.

Alan swallows. He's parched. ]

Fuck.

[ He sounds hoarse. ]

Did that help?

[relentlessbeauty]

"There are some huge places in the resort where I'm sure you could get lost without complaint from me." He somehow doubted a newcomer would have come across them so early on, especially with such a strange restriction that required them to stay close to people who would 'worship' them.

"There's a much more dingy area that I don't recommend. Absolutely horrendous, ran by someone who thinks dirty tables and musty food make the place feel more 'real.'"

In spite of the way Vil sniffed and spoke of the Roost, there was a begrudging respect there. J was the master of his little domain, while the rest of the resort remained a mystery in just who controlled it all.

"But I don't know. You don't strike me as the type to easily get lost."

[molotovmoustache]

The first bottle of lube boomerangs back towards him and Baptiste has the wits to kick it away from himself this time. Followed by the need to knock another out of the way. It slows him down considerably.

"What's a fight with out a little chase, love? Don't tell me you can't keep u-"

Baptiste's words are clipped when the world turns on its side. One of the bottles cracks on impact as he steps down on top of the cylindrical shape instead of kicking it away. Chika gets his wish, as the man topples backward.

His hand reaches out to catch himself. To push himself into another flip-

Yet his weight lands on the slick mess of spilled lube from the bottle he'd burst. His palm slides. His body crumbles as he collides with the ground face first.

A thorough punishment for his game of cat and mouse. Baptiste is quick to scramble back to his feet - even as droplets of blood fall onto the ground. His hand reaches upward to wipe at his nose, busted as a result of his own hubris.

Perhaps it is the absurdity of the situation.

Or the dawning realization that he couldn't stall as well as he'd planned.

Or just the new, self-inflicted pain.

Regardless, he laughs. Looks back up with a manic face of smeared blood.

"You're a bit spoiled! Not wanting to chase your prize... Come here and I'll indulge you then-"

[blastedass]

Do you listen to yourself talk?!

[Even telling someone to "stop giving orders" is giving an order. He's gonna choke Nara with that damn necklace. Put it on like a fucking noose. Teach him to go all bff on him!

Fighting right now would do nothing more than blow off steam and potentially attract another amorous statue. Whatever the hell was up with the water Nara was fighting is something else to contend with. Just don't get near a pool or something...

How the hell are they supposed to drink if the water's going to drown them?! This place is fucking nuts. But at least it does keep itself clean. It wants all the appearance of a 5-star luxury hotel after all.]

DO I LOOK LIKE I AGREE WITH ANYTHING HERE?!

[He would've let your ass drown if he agreed with this place! The other part earns a growl as Bakugo stops walking down and instead wrenches open a door to a decidedly less luxurious hallway. Lower floors are... not 5-star quality.]

Yeah, if you resist something long enough, that mark starts to act up.

[holeinwall]

[ Whew. Good thing he didn't flip out on her. She knew that was a possibility, but she took her chances anyway. He probably wouldn't smash her with one of his giant mech fists, but he'd find some way to hurt her if she'd gone too far. Probably by completely cutting himself off from her, even when she had complete control here. Zero emotion from him would do some true damage to her.

Before speaking again, she lets out a breath. Seeing a glare that intense from him after so long, after being so used to softer looks, was actually mildly frightening. ]

I'm glad! And I really promise I won't do that again. Taking your mask off is totally your choice from now on.

[ See? Reiterating that assures him that he got to know a real sweetie pie! So he should be extra nice to her as a reward! ]

Anyway, if I had to guess, it has something to do with your new fancy tattoos. [ She gestures at all the designs on both of him. ] Or maybe because I bought you? Urgh, that feels gross to say, but yeah. It sounds about right for this place. Ahaha, anything to make sexy times happen, I guess~

[ Silence follows as she ponders what to do next. It may seem like she's plotting something nefarious, but no. She's merely thinking of how best to ingratiate herself with him...and subtly manipulate him back into liking her. ]

How about something to perk you up? Would you like some fizzy energon?

[ No joke names! Not until he finds being bullied acceptable again. ]

[voidescent]

[Right now. But you know he's counting collectively, Charlie. You have to know. Just because he's not the worst regnant in existence doesn't mean him being one can be excused so easily.

Miraj takes things seriously. Miraj rarely takes a night off, and when he does it's only after much cajoling and some event that would be cause to force him to decompress. That he lets his responsibilities settle on him physically shouldn't be too much of a surprise, and he's more than happy to allow Charlie to use their shared connection to home to make assumptions as to why he's so tense.

And why it continues to linger stubbornly, even through insistent touch, even though the massage does, admittedly, feel nicer than expected. Cold hands in stark contrast to warmed oil, supernatural strength allowing him to press hard without much pain... it's almost enough to actually get him to begin to relax, ever so slightly.]

You are. [The annoying, nagging need for worship and affection ebbing away tells him as much, even if he was reluctant to acknowledge it, and there's little harm in admitting it out loud once asked.

He even nearly has the impulse to settle in further, to lean against the arm of the chaise and try to ignore that the whole interaction was contrived and forced.

But, of course, that's impossible. The reminder of what this place is like hits him like ice, and any tenseness worked out of coiled muscle returns in spades.]

I'd gathered as much. That was... the intent of the auction itself, was it not? [To force the new deities into a subservient role for a time. It wasn't lost on him that the existing dynamic he'd had with Charlie - and Charlie's own proclivities - had been all that had prevented some stranger from making their own advances and thensome already.]

Would... that please you?

[The question is a little quieter than it should have been, given how ridiculous it was clear Charlie thought the proposition was, and it comes a little faster than it should have, as well. Surely that can just be chalked up to the dynamic forced upon them by this place - sure, Charlie was sucking up by playing to the pseudo-worship, but that also wasn't the intent of the purchase, and something had, apparently, lost patience, or so it would seem.

But we can put the LaSombra brattiness back up as a shield.]

It won't help either of us if it wouldn't.

[peacewithouttyranny]

[Soundwave was tensed, but not anymore since pulling the mask back up, as well as the assurance he gets from Monika. She doesn't sound like she's lying or trying to mess with him, so he takes the risk of trusting her.

Though aside from being a tiny selfish menace and that odd attempt at shoving Stampy minutes ago, Monika seems to be a nice person so far. At least to him, she's been sort of nice. Alas, that isn't enough to make him extra nice. He's still that grumpy quiet mech, as ever.]

That is gross to say. But, hm... And here I thought I received special privileges for having these marking. For being a deity. [Privileges he never asked for or want, but he can't say he's above accepting free offerings.] I suppose I was stripped off that when I was brought into the.... auction.

[He brings him arms up. Golden star patterns grace his limbs, even present on his avatar... Well, it's no surprise. Whatever is on his real body reflects on his avatar, including these odd markings.]

That must be why I got the sense that some of the royals wanted to, ugh.... own me before the auction.

[He appreciates Monika for rescuing him from the auction by buying him off. And that appreciation is greatly doubled that she, of all the people bidding, won. Although now there is also the scary factor that she has total control over him added in. Please don't make him revere her as a goddess.

His eyes tear away from staring at his own arms and turns to Monika, head tilting to the side.]

You knew even that...

[Granted, it's not exactly a big secret or anything if they are truly close friends, but he rarely, if ever, share what he likes to other people.]

I suppose if you could get one for me, I would appreciate it.

a. Phoenix Casino - Casting Lots

[blastedass]

[How the hell did he get into this? Bakugo specifically avoids gambling (outside of childish bets with annoying classmates back home that mean nothing) because he wants to succeed under his own damn power, not leave shit up to luck! Even if he's "required" to be in this gaudy den, he'd skulked off to the sides and adopted himself into the role of a bouncer for the time, watching over the crowds, particularly the auctioning one, to deal with any guest who got rowdy or violent. It kept him from getting roped into that serving bullshit, which would end with a BOom! in no time.

This was safer... for everyone. At least until he's wrangled off on one of his breaks and finds himself sitting across a table from some guy that has one of the strangest hairstyles he's ever seen. What the hell kind of Quirk would give someone that kind of hair? Looks like a sea anemone... isoginchaku.]

Huh? [Bakugo blinks out of the thought and focuses on Senku again.] Tch, roll the damn dice and get it over with.

[peacewithouttyranny]

The resort's horrible caste system. So I've heard of it. I had a taste of the luxury and worship for being a Wildcard. It was.... an uncomfortable experience.

[He'll stop himself from ranting about terrible caste system and class division, though. He's done enough of that for today. Although learning that certain rank doesn't even have the privilege to get answers doesn't please him, either.]

They treated me as if I am a deity, yet none of them actually answered any of my questions. .... Aside from what could help me to "relax" and what I could do to "indulge" in the resort.

[Which would be fine, if he wasn't kidnapped here and was suddenly revered as a god. It only just made him suspicious of what their captors have planned for them if he played too much into their games.]

.... I am still learning how to speak your human language.

[Hopefully that should make him back off over that odd habit of his. Honestly, it's a little surprising. Nobody ever really... Pointed out his odd speaking habit before.

He wasn't expecting Bakugo to follow, but he's not going to stop him, either. So far, Soundwave's only been wandering around the resort. Exploring with no specific destination in mind.]

Is that so. Is there a mechanical organism like I am in your world...?

[He's a little cautious now. The young human hasn't shown any aggression towards him, but he knows mechs tend to.... Not have the most positive reputation towards most organics. Especially Cybertronians. Slight appreciation that he used mecha over robot, though.]

[eaudevamp]

[ Certainly not in the role of a servant, though not minding being in servitude, if only to avoid whatever consequences the resort will throw at him should he go against the rules. But Reign definitely holds himself with a kind of poise that may have one think he's a much more refined and high-class servant, if only due to his aristocratic upbringing.

Which is why there's a soft intake of breath when Aalto kisses the back of his hand, a gesture that Reign had planned to do, but was beaten to it. A rueful smile forms on his lips as he shrugs. ] Being humble in a place like this goes a long way. You learn quickly how to play the game if you want to avoid getting into unwanted trouble. [ Getting his suit mark activated, for one. It's annoying and frustrating as it is already.

At the question, Reign folds his arms and hums, tapping one finger against his chin, lips slightly pursed. ] For one, I can a conversation companion should you wish to chat. I'm also able to provide information about this place, and the circumstances you've found yourself in. There are also certain skills— [ Of a carnal nature, though Reign doesn't voice it just yet. ] —that I wouldn't mind utilising, depending on your preference and reception of it.