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

[molotovmoustache]

[A skilled hunter, Baptiste has a keen sense of when he's snared something. In that moment of brief, expectant silence - the blonde catches just how Alan's body unwinds. Tentative as this repose may be, it is teased out by...

Hunger?

That is what he'd heard the other gods complain of as they lounged into their desperate hedonism. A discontent he'd loved to see amongst those who had been poised to receive anything they demanded. How could he not gloat and prolong their search for relief? The grip his suit had on him now is a price well worth paying-

However, when faced with the realization that this fellow deviant must've been gripped with the same ravenous need...

It would seem he isn't the only one in a spot of trouble. A trouble that he's far more sympathetic to than the plights of any of the other 'esteemed' guests. Perhaps it is the glimpse of a kindred soul. Or the firm, steady defiance of the role Alan had been assigned. Quite possibly, it could simply be those damn, distracting dark curls that remind him of his lover back home.

Whatever it is, it settles alongside the outside influence that continually wears him thin to the idea of obedience. A glimmer of desire to beat the inevitable by throwing himself in wholly, completely...

A slow inhale follows the other man's question. The chill in his body persists, yet the warmth of indulgent comfort settles as a tingling in his nose. He shifts his position to move past the glass that had been offered for him.

A steady, slow encroachment-

One that halts but a few inches from the other man's face. Close enough to smell the wine on Baptiste's breath or feel the heat from his flesh. Far enough to wait for his "lord's" blessing. His eyes glance downward toward the man's throat, as if to silently admit that he'd seen the swallow that had looked near-painful.]

A delightful reprieve... though dare I say that you may need help? [Baptiste's voice is low. Traces of breathlessness still cling to his words.]

[nutrients]

[An abundance of sweets! Sugar was a good source of short-term energy but that much of it was only going to bring him down in the long run. Not only was there the sugar crash but the ominous threat of cavities! Senshi makes a small hum, with a breath puffing his beard ever so slightly.]

[Well, can't blame a kid for being drawn to sweets.]

[Robin's distaste for the squash is met with a long, hard to decode stare.]

Your palate is probably blown out from all that sugar. However, [a beat] good job swallowing it. [This isn't exactly the context the Golden Peacock usually hears those words in. Senshi continues, resolute in his belief that Robin is some level of child.]

Finish the whole portion and you can have one of your desserts.

[molotovmoustache]

[Truthfully, being told to defer to his judgement is the best scenario for Baptiste. Sure - it delays Baptiste's realization of just how deeply his new 'role' has intertwined with his soul - but it keeps the defiant man content. He smiles as he raises a finger to his lips. Taps his lips as if he were deep in thought.]

Why not a bath before you see the world? [Baptiste pauses then laughs.] I've been told I'm a wonderful bath buddy. [... Technically true. Thanks to just how often he'd ended up at the baths during the last Heart's party, he's even leveled up in his bathing partner game!

... And he just likes the excuse to bask in the warmth. His own quarters in the 2's hall suffers from a constant, overbearing cold. It only means that Baptiste is ready to jump into any excuse to warm up.

He is so bold as to offer his hand - despite both of them being able to clearly see just where the bath is set up in this open floor plan. A lavish, temple-esque setting with a bath hidden behind no walls or barriers. Simply a raised platform that offered a wonderful glimpse of the 'view' outside.]

[nutrients]

[The shock that goes through the crowd of staff and other racers as there is suddenly a very large, very frustrated animal on the scene. Senshi's head perks up immediately,]

A unicorn! [he says aloud,] Thought I was lucky enough to see one once. This one's got a lot more muscle on it than the ones we saw stayin' with Yaad and the rest.

[His monologue isn't followed up by an excited comment from Laios, or Chilchuck telling him that wasn't the issue right now. Instead there's just the panicked clamor of everyone dealing with this huge fucking horse. He can't help but feel a bit lonely. The time he spent with Laios' party may just be a small drop of water in the bucket of a dwarf's lifespan but he'd already gotten so adjusted to it. There's a rumbly hum from beneath his beard before he sets down the bag he was carrying.]

[Feeling a little lonely didn't mean there weren't things to be done.]

Woah there, [Senshi enters the danger zone of where the massive horse could swing his head at any moment. He makes sure to approach from a clearly visible angle. Both his hands are held up.]

There, there. No one's gonna hurt ya'. [he slides his foot forward a bit, making sure not to get too close before looking the beast (man?) in the eye]

[the_roman]

[ Fuck. Fuck, fuck. His knees spread further apart, so that Baptiste is between them when he leans in. The robes pull up, revealing a bit more of his thighs, the fine cloth draping over his cock -- snitching on how fast he's getting hard. The way Baptiste closes the distance doesn't have any violence in it, no threat, but the deliberateness and promise in his posture is close e-bloody-nough for Alan's body.

Lifting his free hand, Alan cups Baptiste's cheek and runs his thumb over his bottom lip. He swallows again with a dry click. ]

Yeah. Er. I think I lost my sense somewhere in that.

I don't ... don't kiss me?

[ But don't leave either, for God's sake don't leave. ]

[swordpour]

(were it anywhere but here, she might have felt better about it. gambling isn't a vice that she partakes in on terms of it being a more normal way; what she does is, she gambles more in a fight and on whether or not if she can get out with an injury. perhaps even without losing her life. the only issue is texas could be more reckless than some might know or see. that just comes with the territory from her life and it's various twists, turns that almost always seemed more stranger than the rest. from this being a new experience there was no way she can tell what just might happen. she didn't know the whole specifics aside from what little she could get.

and she'd prefer to not get on the bad side of the house were it to mean she might make it back home, before something happens. she did get confused when she intended to reach for the die at him standing up, there's curiosity in her eyes while following ragna's movements. what is he thinking about? she almost wanted to ask if he was intending to make a break for it.

that was farfetched to think about. she saw the number of guards, the people working the floor, and those crowds that were fixated on her. that'd spell trouble to make that sort of attempt: when he calls over a manager that's when she blinks. they didn't sound too pleased it was him talking. she probably should have done it instead, but she has a feeling she might not have known what to ask about without making things more difficult on them.

the conversation going along does tell her that ragna seems to be blunt....and made her wonder more if she ought to get ready put some distance between them. that is until she catches the rest of it; she has to hold back a laugh to seem polite. though those days are long behind her, texas didn't want to seem rude. the way that the manager almost seems to be flustered at him getting the answers that he needed. thank god. she's got genuine relief on her face and doesn't seem as tensed up from earlier, this did make things far more easier and they didn't have to do anything that texas would sooner get violent about.

ragna did sort of remind her of someone, maybe.

probably someone from rhodes island during her time delivering their packages; there was plenty of odd characters within the landship. outside of it too, were she to be more honest about it once she manages to crack a faint smile.)

Right. Luckily for us, I don't have preferences on what's done.

(honestly, if he could get her to smile properly that might be enough. that's one thing she decides. she can take a smile for them being caught up in an awkward situation that could have been worse had they been required to be physical.)

Roll the die, try to make me smile then?

(that might be difficult, surely, but it's the thought that counts.)

[blastedass]

[Who the hell up and asks someone if they're fuckable?! ... Scratch that. He knows at least two people who would do exactly that in a place like this. Safe to say, Bakugo's not one of those people. He's not a prude, but he also thinks perverted stuff belongs in privacy. And he'd rather know the person he's getting into bed with compared to getting it on with a damn stranger. Without any shitty influences like drugs or alcohol. Or threats.]

It looked like one at first.

[And considering Soundwave already put two and two together, he's content to leave it at that. Silent implications and all. Reluctantly he has to admit the beach was a better introduction than a damn Grecian setting. Gods, slaves, arenas, games, all that old crap no one does anymore. At least in his world.]

So you're not from Earth in your world then. [Duh. Giant metal sentient mecha man. Good to know so Bakugo doesn't make the faux pass of asking whether Soundwave was made in some guy's secret hangar.] Why were you on Earth?

[Bakugo's a closeted nerd, refusing to own up to his interest in media and collectibles despite having an impressive gathering of both when it comes to heroes back home. Media about heroes is a big interest for him, though this place's "sexy comic books" selection can't force itself on him. Gross. He doesn't want to read that crap! Same with the television.]

Hoh? You're a transforming mecha.

[There are plenty of mecha series that feature some elements of that, like a space station turning into a giant mecha for more offense. Yes, as soon as Soundwave mentions he can transform, Bakugo's taking another look at his body, trying to figure out what kind of vehicle he turns into. Those kinds of wheels suggests he's not a train, and obviously not a ship. So that leaves a car/truck or a plane. He lacks anything that screams "construction vehicle" in Bakugo's opinoin.]

What's your alternate mode then?

gilded cage

[malpwactice]

[This whole feast thing was laughable. Usually Aak could find some humor in the situations the hotel managed. This, though? This was just opulence and servitude and none of the bits he could get satisfaction from. His attempts to flee the scene were constantly interrupted by the guards and he was running out of ways to skirt orders without his body being affected.]

[It was while vaguely listening to whatever one of the Wildcards was saying that he catches a glimpse of ears sticking out from hair in a familiar way. His eyes lock onto the person on the sidelines. It takes a bit of stealing glances in-between tasks to confirm it is someone he recognizes from the landship. Once that's for certain, he has a new goal to distract him from how demeaning and boring his servitude was.]

[A word here, a mistake here and there, eventually he gets himself shuffled off his current Wildcard and redirected towards the tents.]

[He's laughing under his breath when Texas is finally forced in and sat down. The quiet signs of anger were something he could use to soothe his own discontent. As as she turns to speak, he's right there with a pointed look and a big grin on his face.]

No differently, huh? Got it, dude. [what a relief, to not feel the edge of disobedience while talking to someone so casually]

In that case, do you wanna try a muscle relaxer? How about homemade lubricant? I may not have my syringe gun but I've been veeee~ry busy, heheh, hahaha!

[as his laugh goes from a chuckle to something more like a mad scientist, Texas is welcome to change her mind at any point]

[voidescent]

[There may be some slight suspicion of the man before him, but it's a familiar sort of suspicion. They're from the same world, after the strong implication there are others who aren't, and the place they're in is new and strange... but Baptiste has been here longer.

Deference only made sense. There was no reason to be at his throat (yet), and the more he could learn about the place now the better.

...Or, in the case of the suggestion being made, the longer he could wait to brace himself before setting out to the rest of this odd space, the better.]

I can think of worse ways to start the evening.

[Is it even evening? He's up, so it must be.

We'll even let Baptiste's ego-stroking fall to the wayside without comment. A wonderful bath buddy... really. How odd was it that that was a point of pride?

The boldness is met with relative ease, though - Miraj takes that hand once again and does use it as a slight support in escaping the massive, overly plush bed, actually letting the blankets fall off his shoulders and remain bunched up where he'd been sitting as he does so. The gauzy toga hides nothing, but there's no space for shame when they're about to be sharing a bath, anyway.

Lead the way, oh esteemed bath buddy.]

[swordpour]

(it was in that moment the familiarity hit her in full swing at seeing just who was there. or maybe it's easier to say, she unfortunately knows that laugh and that face. mainly thanks to her deliveries, avoiding anything to do with the detective agency after that fight her and waai fu had during sauin aside from said deliveries, and on occasion seeing aak being deployed somewhere. she almost felt sorry more for the operators he was hitting with his needles from what exusiai told her about it. the sankta was been on the receiving end of it a bit. she hadn't introduced herself to him personally yet there was enough to go off of back in terra.

for a second there she felt her fight or flight instincts telling her that she is not going to take any of those suggestions. who the hell would trust the back alley doctor who uses durin's in his products while also pelting people with dangerous byproducts that only a mad scientist could come up with? ....second thought, he is still a servant, as unfortunate as that is.

texas isn't about to risk going down that path with him figuring out what she just thought.)

No thanks. I think I'm good on all of that.

(there is another thing....did he even have a medical license? why did they even allow him to keep practicing medicine? that's too many questions without answers for this time and place. this did get her to stop being angry somewhat, normally she isn't, but she didn't enjoy being herded like a wild animal for being a mood killer.

what's so wrong with not wanting to be seen? probably a lot of things in this banquet hall, whatever, she can't necessarily complain about this change. he's a familiar face even if it's not one she'd like to see.)

You're from Rhodes Island too, aren't you? It's Texas from Penguin Logistics.

[molotovmoustache]

[The enunciation of his declaration is loud enough to catch the ears of onlookers. A showman through and through - he stirs the crowd with his dedication to performance. Every movement a commitment to the bit as he shifts his weight in a fluid, purposeful mimic of a cat.

Each ounce of entertaining bravado a ploy to obfuscate true intention.

The animosity and the apprehension painted plainly on Fuuta's face isn't something the man can truly ignore. Especially as the younger man rages against the very same system Baptiste does.... The man's brows arch when the tongue lashing extends to an accusation of his own complacency.

It is as good of a time as any to pounce. His stance dips downward as Baptiste wordlessly prepares his chase. Then he jumps forward. A hand reaches out toward the ground before he springs off of it. A needlessly flashy forward spring that sends his 'lion's tail' whipping in the force of the momentum. The crowd erupts as he closes in on Fuuta quickly.

The movement of his hand is quick as he reaches out to snatch at the front of Fuuta's clothing. Drags the younger man closer before he whispers quickly.]

Play along and maybe I can get us out of this, hm? I'd hate to return to that damn cage-- or have them send someone else out if we get too boring, huh?

[voidescent]

[Ah, there's the catch. This place sure did have a fixation on trying to wrench everyone into sex, didn't it? (Almost like it's a sex game or something...) Still, the overtly propositioning taunting doesn't get much more than a twitch of an eyebrow and another shot.

At least he's dodging, now. The up in difficulty is pretty appreciated, all told.

...Never mind he still hasn't quite connected the dots that the chalk has certain effects. All in due time.]

I seem to have your attention without kindness.

[So much for 'treat me nicely, uwu', he doesn't even have the decency to be apologetic about it!!]

[orokapi]

[ Life is so hard when all you wanna do is eat people; Obikawa, however, is quick to shrug off the disgust the young man so casually rolls off his tongue. He certainly doesn't deny it and has definitely been called worse, the list of all Tokinaga has shouted coming to him as a lungful of sea air rolls into the room. Blonde hair brushing against his cheeks as he rolls to the other side of the mattress and lifts up on his feet, taking a better look at the room --

And getting some distance from Bakugo, who can't stop threatening to "blast" him. ]

Well I'm hungry, aren't you? The Institute promised me fried mochi after all the hands on exams they performed and that's all I can think about.

[asixthsense]

In that case... Then you should know that I can handle larger... sizes... than what would be normal for a human. My bones and skin can stretch further without breaking, and if I do happen to get injured, I'll heal much quicker. Oh, and stamina. I have more of that too.

[It's all kind of rattled off, but there's still the sense that there's something he's leaving out. A couple of things, actually.]

I wish I could eat. I don't really understand this Divinity thing they say I have. It's not something I had before.

[blastedass]

Can't you just shut up?!

[Neither of them are going to take the modest way out and admit they're both bossing. Okay, he'll agree on the necklace over the tattoos. At least the former can be shoved in a drawer and forgotten about.

Bakugo, obviously, doesn't let other people tell him what to do. These perverted bastards demanding he play their game aren't getting anywhere with him! He may not be able to escape the game itself, but he can damn well decide to play what he wants, when he wants, where he wants, on his own fucking terms!

It's some sort of control at least.]

The lower floors aren't maintained well. [Incentive to make people fuck more to increase their rank and move upward in the system. Not as simple when you realize there are ways to drop ranks. Ways outside your own control...] But it's not a fucking slum either.

[orokapi]

Hey! Aren't you supposed to lie even if I said to be honest? There's voyeurs'! [ He's speaking about the guards. But even if he jabs an accusing finger towards the other man the drawl behind his words makes it evident that he's only joking. ]

Where's that at? As much as I deserve to be treated like this after having weirdos put their fingers in my mouth it's getting kinda boring. [ Obikawa would be happy seeing Waka at this point -- anything that reminds him of the world he's from. Not because it would give him a sense of comfort, but because then it's much easier to bully someone familiar with his usual antics. ]

Better yet, why don't we play something here? Best out of three in rock, paper, scissors.

[relentlessbeauty]

"They have an entire floor dedicated to a garden, and another to a forest. I think that should put into perspective how big some of these places can be." He smirked as he continued, guessing that wasn't what Chika had quite expected from him. "The mall is also ridiculously huge. I'll get you lost in the amount of stores that are out there."

The conversation they've wandered into did warrant mentioning something else, though. "Try to enjoy the unlimited food and drink while you can. Once you're assigned a room, the free ride's over unless you happen to end up a royal suit."

wheezing

[foxpopuli]

[Poor thing.

The contrast between them is stark: There's something about the bashful, stuttering appearance of one of their fellow Wildcards on stage that captures her attention, at least for a few moments. It's pitiful, and the nervous little lamb certainly isn't making a good first impression. She keeps listening, ear just slightly keyed in that direction, even as she turns her head when beckoned by Morax, of all people, recognizable despite - or perhaps because of - this particular form.]

Oh? What a surprise indeed.

[She floats across the distance between them, weaving through the crowd as if it isn't there. She might seem relaxed amidst the trappings of opulence and hedonism, her form elegant and graceful in a way that compliments the golden petals drifting down her skin... but for someone like him, the alert readiness beneath her poise should be obvious.]

Imagine that - running into such an old friend here, of all places. [And still in this form, too!] Surely you must have found yourself quite popular.

[molotovmoustache]

[With the steady exposure of Alan's thighs, Baptiste's fingers traverse upward in tandem. Oiled thumbs press into muscle and flesh, stopping just at the edge of the other man's finery. A purposeful stay of his hand, and an impressive testament to just how far Baptiste has stayed his impatience. A subtle yield to his current, temporary 'station.'

The drawn nature of each 'advancement' reminiscent of the penny bodice-snatchers he'd idly flipped through on the road time and time again. The spark of yearning this ignites in his soul threatens to awaken some affinity for this sort of subservience.

Anticipation is the lover of Adrenaline, after all-

Baptiste's lips part with the caress of the pad of the other's thumb. His grip on the other's thighs tighten.

And then that 'command' comes. Baptiste blinks, a curious wonder crossing his expression. His head cocks to the side, cheek nestling into the other's palm. The inflection at the end of the other's request brings with it a clear question.

A question that Baptiste allows to slip away between them without a second thought.]

Then you'll have to use what sense you have left to tell me what you want. [A warm response. Yet with a light of mischief in his eyes, his mouth opens as he takes the other's thumb inside. His tongue slides over the pad of Alan's tongue.]

[asixthsense]

[The statue has not run off, surprisingly. It appears to be waiting outside the shop with the expression and air of a man that's been forced to wait holding a purse while his date tries on clothes. Natsume has given up trying to wriggle free, as there is an oversized hand firmly holding his ass in place over the statue's shoulder.]

You didn't get anything embarrassing, did you?

[Somehow he doesn't put it past this guy, even though they've just met tonight. If Natsume sounds a little cranky, it's because he's nervous about what he suspects is going to happen. He isn't so innocent as to be completely clueless, but, well. He's never been in a situation quite like this before.]

[blastedass]

[That's a good idea, until you remember the statues are all around the resort and can move on their own. Who the hell wants a stone figure to lumber out of the door and grab at them? Does this stupid place not realize how much damage a fucking arm made of stone can do when thrown at someone?! They want their prisoners to be good and "operational" for sex, but they're the ones actively threatening to damage their "guests" with this shitty prank.

That anger and annoyance fuels another explosion, turning one statue into a pile of rubble, while the other one gets summarily pitched ass over teakettle hard enough to crack the floor (and its butt) upon impact. Before meeting its untimely demise. By now he ignores the longing sigh of the statue's lingering lament, opting not to think about its implications. In all honesty, he prefers these over the fucking seagulls. At least the statues weren't instantly perverted and didn't strike annoying poses like obsessed muscle models. But they're also not as resilient in some ways, breaking from force where the lifeguards would squawk off smoking.

Urk! He knows that singsong voice instantly. The fucking green idol. Should've let the statue have him...]

Urusei! You're noisy! Get over here and help me move this shit outta the way, Parrot!

[Thanks for the compliment. He really does appreciate it, but hell if he's going to show that to Hiyori. Tough guy.]

[tonguetoxicity]

I will when you do.

[They're too much of the same bossy energy. Funny now usually Nara is lower key about his angry brattiness, but some people are inspiring.

And maybe he's jealous how Bakugo clearly knows what he wants, friendship necklace, and using the lower floors.]

Mm. Well...if it means privacy and less displays...I think I like this floor better.

[Which is also kind of funny. Nara is usually a snob but if it means no horny paintings or statues...]

[blastedass]

[Bakugo hasn't directly dealt with a cannibal in his life, though he's dealt with a fucking pile of sludge that tried to posses his body. That felt like consumption, or getting absorbed. Two villains he knew of used other people's blood to fuel their Quirks, but an honest to goodness cannibal? Not directly. He certainly wouldn't put it past some freak out there to have that urge, whether from the Quirk or some mental insanity. At least the guy who make short-term zombies with his Quirk didn't make the people-eating kind. That'd've been really fucked up.

As the other guy gets to his feet, Bakugo looks to the side so he's not staring at his naked body through the very-thin layer of white cloth that wants to pretend its a fucking tunic. Maybe a ghost of a tunic, but it's doing nothing to cover anything!]

You're not in the damn Institute anymore, and you're not gonna eat people in this place either. [Bakugo stands up as well and grabs the sheet off the bed. With a quick yank, twist, fold, wrap, tuck, roll, and knot, he creates for himself an impromptu toga, bound at his shoulder and tight about his waist.] If you live on people, you're gonna die.

[blastedass]

URUSEI! So fucking annoying! Die!

[It's like dealing with those damn preschool brats! "I know you are but what am I" level of childish retorts! His hands itch with the urge to ignite an explosion right in Nara's hide and send him through a few walls to really clam him up!

Raises the question of why he hasn't so far, instead opting to yell at him repeatedly with that snarling, jaw-locked, teeth-bared gremlin face of his. Finally he can wrench open the door to the communal bathrooms (at least there's a gender separation) and heads inside. Doesn't seem like anyone's here. Thankfully.]

Depending on what rank you come in as, you'll get assigned a room and a floor.

[lieabilities]

[ What does Kleken need to do to become the target of this donation- ]

[ He hadn't run into anyone with such a high rank before, having hoped that his middling rank would be enough to keep him as the higher rank but... well, it seemed the gamble hadn't paid off this time. And the very sudden feeling of needing to be civil hits strong in the face of this particular woman, even more so than he usually is. ]

Oh, I don't believe so. Rather, I should be the one asking that, shouldn't I? Things are to your satisfaction, after all.

And please, call me Kleken.