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

[peacewithouttyranny]

It orbits around Jupiter.

[Orbited. But he's still in a stage of coping and grieving over... a lot of things, honestly, including the loss of his space station and friends. He wasn't afford any time to do that while Unicron was about to tear apart Earth. No time here either until he finds a secluded corner to himself to take stock of it all.]

Capable enough to survive a war that lasted for four million years.

[No further elaboration on that, and Soundwave doesn't think any further about that particular question, either. There's no way it'll come in his mind naturally that the other is sizing him up for a future spar. That's a ridiculous idea! While he's no longer 30ft giant he used to be, he's made entirely of metal and he still towers over most, including Bakugo, special powers or no.

Speaking of special powers...]

Outlier. That is what they called us Cybertronian who possesses special abilities. We are rare, as only naturally born Cybertronians may come with an additional ability

[He's heard that right. Alien metal people are born naturally. Soundwave, though, just dropped that little tidbit matter-of-factly and moves on.]

I am an Outlier. I have... sensitive hearings. I can hear from a large distance away than any normal person can.

[Well, normal person in a Cybertronian sense, but tell him if there's another person whose hearings are so strong they could hear someone calling out their name on the other side of the planet.

Oh, and yet another half-truth.

He can hear over a large distance away, yes, but his hearings are so strong he could pick up on someone's emotions and thoughts as well. An empath. Though Soundwave has his own principle to not invade another's mind without a good reason, if anyone knows there is a being with such an invasive power around, it'll be a cause to fear him. It's safer to keep that part a secret.]

[relentlessbeauty]

While Vil doesn't quite hear the specific words, he can detect the discontent in the muttering. Knowing there wasn't anything to be done about any of that, especially immediately, he waved his fingers dismissively.

"Like I said, enjoy this as much as you can for now. You may not have to worry about amenities or such at all once you're assigned a room, but it will be different from this."

He considered sitting down again, deciding against it so he could try catching sight of others falling to possible side effects. Even then, he could try understanding what Chika was explaining. "Easily stimulated into action?" he ventured.

[armwriostle]

Hah? [Wriothesley folds his arms over his chest, tilting his head to the side.] Hmm, are you going to tell me why? I'm not really a guy who enjoys the limelight. Call it performance anxiety.

[What a funny thing to say for a guy who lives fighting in a ring. THis and that are different though. He doesn't exactly want to refuse the other, but he also isn't sure he wants to have an entire crowd around him watching either.]

I would hope you would give it your all either way though. You seem like you wouldn't want to just hold back because I refused.

ii (and rolled a 2!)

[worldbent]

"For my sake", hm?

[Matoba seems awfully skeptical about that, but the smile curling his lips doesn't dim in the least, given the situation. He'd been snatched as he tried to skulk about the casino walls, observing the nonsense of the games from afar and dodging other high-low couples moaning and pleasing another.]

[The dice scatter across the table and land on snakeyes. How fitting, Matoba thinks.]

[Drawing his single, snake-like visible eye up and down Dante's body, it catches on the tattoos spread across his upper body- and, more importantly, the sensation of power which emanated from them.]

[Yes. He'd allow himself to be tangled up in this little game- if he can use it to examine this man.] Well, then. [Matoba stands from where he'd been knelt across from Dante, tongue wetting his lips. Mouth-only, it is.] Shall I suck your cock right here, or do you prefer your pleasure to be more private?

[tyrantbait]

( At least, she seems like she's taking most of this in stride. It can't be easy to be up there in nothing but a robe, being leered at like that. He doesn't envy her, that's for sure.

But her grin makes it easier for Leon to return it with a small one of his own. His hands lift a bit out to his sides before dropping. He'd been lucky enough to find actual clothes, but there's signs that he's fit underneath them. Strong shoulders, a couple prominent veins in his arms obvious even among the few scattered bruises on his skin. A good candidate for an auction like this, it seems. )

Yeah, looks like I dodged a bullet. ( This time, at least. Hadn't been so fortune back home, if the rows of bandages peeking from under his sleeve is any indication. ) Might have to leave you here if you're trying to get me for round two, though. ( The lightness of his tone says he's joking, understands that she is as well. He can't think of a reason why someone would do this to themselves, but you never know with some people.

But her mention of underwear off the floor? Makes one eyebrow go up. ) Off the floor? Man, looks I got here just in time. No way am I letting you do that.

( There's a glance down at his watch, remembering the few pings of rewards he's gotten doing various things. Thankfully nothing lewd (yet), but he doubts it's anywhere near enough to be able to get someone out of this. Escaping, though... )

I've gotten some practice getting out of questionable situations lately. ( His eyes are back on hers, and despite the easy grin, there is something resolute in his expression. Someone in need of help? Leon isn't going to leave them hanging, that's for damn sure. Even if escaping monsters is something entirely different than something like this.

He glances around the room carefully, taking stock of the exits, the people watching, how they're all moving. It feels like sensory overload for him, after being down in the nest before waking up here. A part of him still feels like he needs to expect the worst, and maybe Shoko can pick up on that mounting tension - the way his throat bobs as he swallows, the flex of his jaw. He just needs to focus.

After a moment of looking around the room, seeing people in all manner of dress (and undress, much to his dismay), does give him an idea. He glances back up at her. )

Think you can live with just a shirt until we can get you some pants? ( He plucks at the front of the one he's wearing. On him, it's long enough to hang mid thigh. On her? She might get a few extra inches out of it. )

I think I have enough to get you something once we're out of here. ( And if he doesn't? Well, he can get creative. )

[blundering]

[ The difficult part is figuring out how to beat the statues at their own game because there's no surefire method to know how they'll be stopped this time. Last time there were options, and ways to fight back. But statues don't shatter easily and sure, they can't continue running forever.

Though, they're not chasing Jun; he can't leave someone in danger. ]

Some sorta place where they can't open doors. But maybe they can? I dunno! We've just gotta find a safe place 'cause 'til then, they're gonna keep chasing ya.

[ Spoilers: Jun has no idea. ]

[pyrolyzed]

[ He thinks he's won the argument at first? Zhongli goes silent, and Fuuta gives a satisfied huff to himself as he shovels another spoonful of mapo tofu in his mouth -- and almost choked on it when Zhongli speaks up again. (The answer is never. He, like, never gets to hear he's right, because he almost never is.) ]

Haa?

[ Luckily for everyone involved, he has the minimum presence of mind to at least swallow before he sputters out that indignant response.

Also how the hell does this guy manage to look graceful when he's just getting up off a couch. It makes him feel stupid and clumsy when he gets on his own feet in normal fashion. ]

... you wanna play that game with me?

[ There's no way the guy's actually gonna go through with it. This just has to be some sort of dumb bluff -- Zhongli's probably just trying to keep up this stupid act, all calm and composed, is all. Well. Sure. Two can play this game. And it's not like he has anything to lose from it.

Fuuta just squints suspiciously at Zhongli for a moment, but it's finally capped off with a click of the tongue, then a jerk of the head as he barks, ] Casino's that way.

[apothecrazy]

That is a possibility. [ She responds as she takes another grape from the bunch and feeds it to Kirisubo. ]

The lower ranks are two through six. They reside in the basement. [ She's been down there a few times and is thankful she's not in such a situation, not that such a small room and shared bathroom would be anything new or repulsive to her. But it is nice to have more space and her own tub to bathe in. ]

Seven through ten are in the middle. We have decently sized rooms and our own bath. We aren't given any special treatment but the staff doesn't ignore us or forget our existence when it's convenient.

Lastly, you have Ace, Jack, King, and Queen who are all basically royalty. The treatment you are receiving now is similar to what they receive on a daily basis.

[apothecrazy]

[ Maomao pauses her snooping in favor of turning her attention to the man as he finally speaks. She's quiet as she takes in his features, finally getting a good look at him as she'd previously ignored him. ]

If the resort didn't see fit to dress us in such fine fabrics, I would have left it be.

[orokapi]

[ Had to google if snakes can choke. They can. ]

A resort -- I don't have money for a resort! And can't we just... check out? [ Like it seems the most reasonable thing to do if you don't wanna be here? Find the exit and leave; maybe this guy just wants to make the excuse and indulge a little, humans were always such a secretive species.

But then it clicks, his expression becoming more mellow in response as he asks: ] Is this place created by some God? [ Something similar to Vollof. Creating different rooms and environments on a whim, every room something different just because they want to. And apparently this God might just want people to fuck? Oh he has to kill it. ]

[pyrolyzed]

[ Briefly, very briefly, Fuuta wonders how it'd feel to just smack the fucker across the face with the palm front. Maybe that'd get the asshole to drop that insufferable, smug look on his face, if only for a moment.

But while that urge does translate into another rustle of leaves as Fuuta grips the plant's stalk harder ... of course it doesn't translate into direct action. He knows he's already pushing it, knows that the only reason the guards haven't intervened yet is because Sylus already seems to have the situation under control, and also knows that the punishment that potentially awaits him for such flagrant disobedience won't really be worth a few seconds of vindication. So.

He'd been glowering at Sylus in silence for a moment, forced to look up given the height difference between them, and there's little warning before Fuuta abruptly gives a loud click of the tongue, then lashes out.

Not to strike, but to snatch the glass from Sylus' hand; the movement's rough enough to send a few stray drops of wine plopping across the floor, but Fuuta ignores it, instead focusing on throwing the entire glass back in one go. He comes up coughing briefly, of course -- wine isn't really his thing, and it had tasted a bit drier than he'd expected, to boot -- but still points the glass (rudely) in Sylus' face almost without missing a beat. Even if his first few words come hoarse, he still barks -- ]

-- just 'cause I'd accept this kinda stuff doesn't mean I'd be treating everyone like garbage, like you've been. You think you got one over me just 'cause you got me to drink this stuff? You didn't prove anything, you jackass!

[pyrolyzed]

[ He's not going to waste his breath pointing out that he'd said 'almost,' and also that both questions are bad and deserving of a 'no.' Fuuta instead rolls his eyes as he mutters, ]

Yeah, right. No reason at all. When you're the one who first brought up asking to see a stranger's dick.

[ Ugh, whatever. He doesn't really care why this guy's getting called a perv. It won't matter soon anyway, since as soon as he can get them to the arcade, he can probably lose the guy and flee? So Fuuta sighs as he grabs at Obikawa's sleeve, tugging to try and get him moving once more. ]

Been stuck here, like ... half a year, or something. [ So how long has it been since he's lived his normal life? He doesn't want to think about it. ] So you should be respecting me, you know. I actually know my way around this place, how to survive.

[orokapi]

You haven't tried leaving?

[ He loves this question; it's irritating and infuriating for anyone to answer. He's doing everything to poke at everything that could provoke an agitated response, but Obikawa can, unfortunately, play the role of the oblivious fool.

He follows, hovering over Fuuta like an animal looming over fresh meat. ]

Should I be calling you my senpai? Doesn't that mean you have to teach me everything I need to know? To survive? Or would you rather I learn to sink before I swim?

[tyrantbait]

( After everything he's seen, a guy covered in staples and purpling skin grafts isn't the weirdest thing. But he does watch him carefully as if he's trying to gauge if he's in any danger. And Leon is trying, honestly, to get his breathing back under control and slow his heart rate. It's just... A lot.

This guy and his casual smoking, though, is helping, oddly enough. Monsters don't smoke. Not that casually, wouldn't even have the courtesy to ruin the nice sheets on this too fancy bed. Jury is still out on whether he's a threat or not, but hasn't that been the last few hours of his life, anyway? Hoping for the best in someone else while knowing in the back of you head that it can all go wrong. )

The bar is pretty high for that. ( Not that he's been in a bunch of shitty hotels, but this? It's a paradise compared to the hell that had engulfed the city, that's for. Even smells better, cigarette smoke be damned.

He forces himself to take a breath, following the way the other man's hand moves. Something ther— ) It's Leon. ( But he's glancing towards his own shoulder, carefully touching his fingers around it. It's his first time seeing it - he'd been unconscious when Ada had treated it. And he won't lie, it looks more gnarly than he expected. Hopefully not infected. )

I'm fine. ( He shakes his head, forcing out another breath. Fine probably isn't the right word, but it's the best he's got. He's fine enough to push himself up a bit straighter, lifting his arms to follow the golden veins. But he does look up at the question, arching a brow in return. )

Some ugly son of a bitch in a fedora. ( He's dead serious when he says it, looking Dabi in the eye. ) And a trigger happy blond.

[pyrolyzed]

You think I haven't tried?! There's no fucking way out of this place.

[ At least the guy starts walking again. Fuuta snaps that sharp answer before looking forward against, his gait quick and stomping in his irritation. A left turn here, if he remembers correctly ... ]

And it's not like I'd mind lending you a hand now and again, if you really need it? But you're not some kid, you should really handle most stuff yourself. -- oh, there.

[ As they round another corner, Fuuta gives Obikawa's sleeve a sharp tug before pointing ahead with his chin. Up ahead, the gleaming, gaudy neon sign for Chickadee's, along with the entrance to the arcade, awaits. ]

c

[tyrantbait]

( As a wildcard, Leon doesn't need to be down here fighting anyone. And honestly, he doesn't want to be down here watching others do it either. It feels cruel in a way, triggers an urge to do something beyond sit back and let it happen.

The best he can do is use his rank to get some poor "servant" out of a fight. And, thankfully, it's an easy one. He doesn't even pretend to know how to use the sword he's given, relies more on a knife and full on bodying the other person to the ground, using fists and what strength he has to get through it. His body is so amped up by the time he's done that he doesn't realize the gunshot wound on his shoulder has started bleeding again, seeping through the bandages already there.

He's not expecting much in the way of actual first aid when he's done, in the process of peeling off some of the armor they'd given him when he hears the other. He's prepared to say he doesn't need much as he glances down at himself to check for injuries. And then he does notice the bandages. )

You don't have to. ( He lifts his hand, motions to the injury there as he steps closer. )

But if you're offering, I could use a hand.

[the_roman]

[ There's enough oil on Baptiste's fingers still to make the touch slick. Alan shudders. ]

Yes, fuck, please.

[ What's he supposed to call him? Not "boy," and certainly not any of the really sharpened barbs he'd throw around with Jack. You can't just pull out gutter-filth on a man you don't know. Not while he's got your prick in his mouth and his hand at your short and curlies. ]

You bloody devil.

[ Yes -- yes, that feels all right, even if it comes out shaky. He feels Baptiste's tongue slide up under the head of his cock, where his foreskin is mostly drawn back, and his fingers spasm in Baptiste's hair. ]

[bullistics]

Oh? That’s quite the dangerous game you’re playing.

[ Especially when he’s been marked with the malevolent tattoos. Not that he’s even aware of their true nature—nor the fact that he even has any marks to begin with.

Really, all he can feel now is a hunger, a burgeoning desire to dominate him…

So, business as usual, really.

Although Kleken sure is acting awfully petulant for a man in the grips of Minos’ clawed fingers, one of which has unfurled past his chin to graze meaningfully at the pale column of his throat.

Kleken has two seconds to roll away before Minos rolls him onto his back and straddles him in one swift maneuver— ]

[moonlightbeast]

It takes a few moments of him gasping for air and coughing, but eventually his breathing evens out and he can actually talk. "How did you hit so hard when we were so close?"

[snakelace]

I—I only meant…

[ Goodness, why is he even explaining himself? All that joking around seems like so long ago—honestly, he’s still kind of surprised that they’ve gotten to this point at all, with Midnight being the idiot that he is. ]

Midnight…ah…

[ With one hand engulfed in the warmth of Midnight’s, his other hand clings to a nice, firm shoulder, nails digging in deeper the more he sinks onto Midnight, the heat and friction sending his thoughts scattering once more, the little thrust pulling a small whimper out of him.

It’s too much, all at once, Baizhu arching his back, burying his face into the opposite shoulder—and yet he can’t get nearly enough. Even with Midnight fully sheathed after that long, agonizing descent he still feels a hunger that the growing heat between them is only making worse… ]

[virtuesignal]

Compa- Ah. Ali. [Concord at least has the decency to look bashful over that, embarrassed he'd do that to someone. Nobody should get stuck feeling lesser because Concord has such difficulty getting his mind and heart away from that dragon...]

There was a girl. I drunkenly thought she was in danger.

[virtuesignal]

When throw, Concord feels a brief satisfaction, only for that to be cut short. The man manages to roll into a swift recovery, using the momentum as much as Concord had. Still, there's no hesitating from the unicorn on following after, not wanting to miss a window of unguarded opportunity.

But he's a horse, not a wolf. He mostly knows how to charge and to trample, which is just what he's doing, barreling towards Chika at speed to grapple him again. Chika's got a split second window to catch him with raw strength or try to get out of the way, depending on what suits his abilities and instincts best.

[molotovmoustache]

The drawl forces a chuckle from Baptiste's chest. Even as a hand grabs at his hair and steadily pulls his head back. His heart hammers in his chest, feeling the exposure of his neck to the air between them. Baptiste shudders. The heel of a sandaled foot digs into the ground for purchase.

"Oh, mon cher," Baptiste's voice is smooth, low as if to compliment the tone the werewolf had used with him, "No one will ever hear me say that."

Straight-forward. Spoken as if Baptiste had told Chika one of the universal truths: The grass is green. The sky is blue. Baptiste LaFontaine will never say he gives up. Has he given up before? Of course! His defeats are seen in action and concessions - but never so bluntly stated.

Blue eyes stare up at the werewolf with a playful defiance. The ache in his thigh continues to grow and the pull of his hair causes a bowed tension in his back. The sensation causes a soft groan to escape his lips. The draped cloth of his short toga has mostly pooled to join with the dirt and oil on the ground. The little that remains stubbornly clings over his hips and abdomen.

[virtuesignal]

[Concord's unicorn form is especially massive, Senshi wouldn't be able to reach even if he was a tall man. He can recognize as much, so he bothers to lower himself down to accommodate the dwarf's stoutness.

When the lasso is successfully removed, Concord doesn't bother to stand back up, remaining down at eye level to Senshi. He can maintain some docility out of gratitude,]

Thank you. Your sense of decency tells me you must be new. [he's just talking shit on the long term guests, most of the other players he'd met have been perfectly decent people...]

[chadasaurus_rex]

I heard ya, kiddo. I lost an eye, not my ear.

[Satisfied with his closer look, he stands up straight and tall again.]

I'm still not sure why they want you so badly, though. Maybe we can ask that one. [He gestures over Bakugo's right shoulder, pointing at the marble statue that is making a bee line for the boy, arms outstretched for a desperate hug.]