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

[schmisse]

[ Spoil her rotten. ]

I'm a very particular person. If you roll something, I'll be sure to tell you exactly how to do it, Kleken.

[ So she gestures to the die for him to roll. ]

Call me Weiss, by the way. Please, go ahead.

[armwriostle]

[Wriothesley can appreciate someone who looks like they'll happily fight him without pulling their punches. While he's more used to the crowd being inmates and those that were looking for entertainment to fill their days during their sentences, but it's not so dissimilar to what he's used to.

He isn't fond of what is happening with the obvious hierarchy being enforced. He did, however, could appreciate something that he could actually enjoy. Fighting with those of likemind people. He much prefers this than to be caring for Royals and Wildcards that are more than happy to abuse the system the resort had forced upon them.]

Do I look like someone who can't handle a little rough? [He raises his arms with fists balled. He grins and starts rushing forward.] Don't go holding back on me!

Galatea

[tohell]

[ Perched on a nearby chair, one leg neatly crossed over the other, a creature done up in a soft-hued palette of pastels and cremes leans back into the plush cushions as he watches Chika go toe to toe with his marble foes. As though he's merely observing a play set up for his singular appreciation, with none other than himself in the director's chair, J takes in the skirmish with a critical eye. After some time he begins to grow tired of how the unwilling gladiator in this impromptu fight keeps employing the same toothless verbal spars, leading J to finally interject. His critique in full ends up being directed at the person responsible for all the one-sided squabbling and not the marauding decor instigating this ruckus. ]

Bit of advice? [ Mentioned conversationally, his chin propped up by one hand with an unburdened air that doesn't suggest Chika's life or chastity are presently in any danger. ] It's considerably unlikely you're going to get far with schoolyard-level threats.

If you want to keep an opponent made of marble in check, you'll need something that lands a little harder than a fist. [ J's head gives a thoughtful tilt, sending pale hair pooling down across one shoulder after he reconsiders his own words. ]

Unless you can break stone with your bare hands.

[philancer]

Fuck.

[ The curse word is quiet and hushed against Midnight's shoulder as he presses him down, his own cock twitching and thickening as his body clenches down with a shudder. The plug presses against sensitive nerves and muscles, keeping him stretched open around the thick, flared base anchored in him and when Midnight twists it, it sends pleasure arcing along his nerves, stealing his breath.

He rocks down almost on instinct, his cock sliding against the other man's in turn, hardening against him. He grinds against Midnight, tormenting them both with the friction of heated skin. ]

[feathering]

I had heard of what this realm is supposed to be. It's rather surprising to me to find an arena, of all places. I'm not sure what's so enticing about it.

[ In the sexy way, he means. He hasn't met someone who finds people fighting to be a turn on, nor has he found anybody oiled up who is attractive to him. This is not his kink... ]

Surely you could refuse them? Those who align themselves with the House.

[feathering]

[ That is both so mysterious and fascinating. So he can control how big these explosions are.

What's more interesting is that they're just called that - "Explosions". What are they made of, what causes it, how does he do it? ]

It certainly is a very convenient power to have, especially as it seems you have very good control of it.

Would it mean that your hand is like a landmine?

[mistopportunities]

Judge away, oh benevolent one.

[He would bow if he wasn't currently in the middle of the whole sheet finagling thing, but alas, he is.]

Surely it's not a completely unforgivable sin... now I'm really nervous.

[He doesn't believe she'd be that shallow at all. Similarly, this probably isn't going to be the easiest thing in the world, but hey. He'll figure it out.]

More or less. Hold this corner at your shoulder for me?

[it'll definitely be easier with help. Using the weird toga-esque clothing they've been shoved into as a guide definitely also helps, both in giving her a little extra coverage and a pattern to wrap around. While his movements are still careful, professional even, a few of his touches still linger his a little longer than strictly necessary. He's a human just like any other, after all.

In the end, he'll wind up with something simple but viable enough, its makeshift skirt cinched high enough to offer free movement. At the very least, the silk sheet is a lot less sheer than what she had before.]

There we go. What do you think? Not nearly as nice as what you usually wear, I know.

[armwriostle]

[The other was not looking too hot. He only has to glance at Aak and know that the smaller man was struggling. It's the way that Aak's fur seems to be sticking in clumps from his sweat and the blown pupils and expression on his face tells him plenty.

It takes a little bit to placate the staff member before finally being able to pull away from the lavish banquet and finally check on the feline. He assumed that Aak had been compliant because it meant they can escape, but he also wonders if it was because the other wasn't all quite there either.

He kneels in front of the other where he finds them slumped against the wall.] Hey, Aak. How are you feeling? You coherent?

[mistopportunities]

[Aalto also just had kidnapping on the brain sometimes—when you're as in-demand as he is, it just attracts the wrong crowd from time to time. But now, the part that matters.

Which is that Sizhui blushes on just the merit of having an arm around his shoulder. Oh no, that's cute?? What a soft guy. That pat is taken in stride, though he only shrugs in response to the question.]

I find this whole place is full of curiosities, so I've no intention of limiting myself to any one area. How about you show me your favorite one? I'm sure I'll learn plenty from that.

[philancer]

[ He gives a quiet snort of amusement at that, because yeah, you could say that. ]

Yeah, it's... a pretty prominent role, depending on which parts of the resort you frequent. [ Especially the sex dungeons. Because yeah, those are a thing. ] Although no offense, you didn't give off those vibes, so I figured it was something else.

[ He's not judging either way. ]

I'm not sure which meaning they were more interested in. Maybe both, actually, knowing some of the guests in this place - especially those who have been here a long time. They have some pretty... wide and varied tastes.

[philancer]

[ His lips quirk into a crooked, easy grin at her response, the fact that she'd chosen amusement as her reaction instead of something else. It has him relaxing a little. ]

There's almost always something causing issues all over the casino. It keeps our lives interesting. I guess. Although our reflections trying to drown us is new, I gotta say. Typically the mischief things get up to in this place are far more... lascivious, at best.

[ Nothing like having your potential sexual escapades dictated to you by ogling portraits, or bondage implements taking matters into their own... hands? There's not a lot that catches him off-guard at this point. ]

If reflections are turning homicidal - or is that suicidal? - on us, however, maybe we should move away from the water?

he feels all warm and fuzzy over that, in fact.

[philancer]

[ Sylvain's been here long enough that he's seen a few familiar faces show up, although other than Felix, he'd not spotted any other Lions among them. It has his expression brightening, despite the fact that Ashe had just shot him. With an arrow that probably gonna start giving him a lot of regrets about playing this particular game within the next few minutes, but he's not thinking about that yet.

His time here, however, had not diminished the occasional dash of dramatics he was prone to. He's fortunately on the side of the archery field - he'd almost made it all the way across and free before Ashe's arrow caught him. Which is why, after a quick glance around to gauge his danger level, he decides ehh, why not.

And promptly flops down on his back in a dramatic sprawl. ]

No. I think I'm dying.

[ He's a lying liar who lies.

But also that now he's down here, his body is starting to let him know that wasn't a regular arrow and he shudders as heat continues spreading through him. Oh. Shit. That's never a good sign. ]

[philancer]

[ Sylvain makes a face in understanding, glancing around at many of the servants still hovering around hopefully. ]

Let's just say there's rumors of consequences for 'servants' who aren't pleasing the new Wildcards and Royals appropriately. And the lower their rank, the higher risk there is. Of course, the higher the reward is, if they do succeed, so it's a bit of a clusterfuck.

[ Fortunately, Lycas' words seem to be enough to send the remaining ones dispersing now, as they hurry off to look for another source of their rewards, since it was clear he wasn't going to be giving them any more chances. Maybe picking a 'servant' to bequeath his favor or attention on in the meantime was what it took to convince them to look elsewhere this time.

Sylvain hadn't missed the hesitation in the man's response to his invitation to tea, so he adjusts his own plans. Tea was always enough to calm his own frayed nerves, but he knows it might not be the case for everyone else. Unfortunately the cafes were often far quieter and calmer than most places that served something stronger around here, since those were prime locales for hookups, flirting, dancing, and other drunken sexcapades.

But there is on place that's a little out of the way and quieter. ] We could head to the Cardinal instead, if you're in the mind for something stronger? It's one of the few bars in this place that's just here to serve alcohol and not facilitate more sex. Their drinks usually aren't spiked, as far as I'm aware. I can't say the same for most of the other lounges and bars in this place.

[the_roman]

[ Baptiste coming up off his cock, mouth wet, breath coming hard, is everything the sight of him swallowing down wine promised. Alan's cock twitches. (The thread of saliva holds.)

It's a miracle he doesn't come right there. Or, no, it's not a miracle, because Baptiste doesn't give him time, thank God, and Alan's cock is back in that tight embrace, thank God, and Jesus, the man's hands, that moan, the impatience of him like he can't get enough of Alan's body, oh God, and Alan comes like a shot, his palm barely muffling his groan.

A-fucking-men.

As the throbs of pleasure subside, Alan un-gags himself. The sound of his own rough breathing fills the little pavilion, and he drops both hands to Baptiste's head again, stroking his hair and the back of his neck. Some men get oversensitive after orgasm, but he's always liked the feeling of touching and being touched right after. For a few seconds he gets to be soft as sealing wax, content to be imprinted. ]

[philancer]

[ Sylvain snorts softly in amusement at that response, even if his gaze and focus is locked on channeling his magic to where it's needed most. ]

Anything that doesn't end up with you bleeding from a dozen places, maybe?

[ Although that argument never worked with his best friend, either, and he was definitely getting similar vibes from this stranger. ]

I would ask what you like to do, but why do I get the feeling you're just going to tell me 'fighting'?

[tattooism]

[My, my, what an unnecessary fuss. Kiritsubo does not even acknowledge the Royal card once he stands, as if he has simply ceased to exist in his world. And when he is warned... He smiles, giving a casual shrug of a broad shoulder.]

If I do, then I do~

[It's just bad weather, after all.

When the dark-haired woman questions what they had been talking about, Kiritsubo simply nods again, as if to say yes, you were, providing only a gentle prompt in the form of a wave of a hand forward. And when given the answer... Well, its what he asked, technically, but. Kiritsubo was interested in the more. The things beneath. And here...]

I am quite impressed by how quickly they converted it to this interesting little spectacle for us...

[Some of them, anyway. He hasn't really had a taste for much violence or contests of strength since the Muromachi period. He'd gotten his feel then.]

Is that usual? This sort of fanfare? Or... should I feel particularly special?

[shanksyourfeels]

[ It's true. Even Shanks has a filter, though it isn't always properly calibrated for the company he's in. And his filter is more about not saying certain things. It was also a couple of decades in the making. When it comes to telling others how it is, though, he can a bit too blunt. ]

[ As for risks, Shanks will take them, and gamble. He just takes too long before he makes his move. He is gathering what information he can, but they might be stuck for twenty years if everything is left up to him. ]

[ He smiles back to Sanji's words, and notes the kindness in saying that. It wasn't necessary, after all. ] Of course. We both. And [ Shanks gestures with his glass around the ] the others from our world, of course.

[ Because Shanks isn't going anywhere without Nami and Buggy. He would also like to get everyone else free, but Buggy and Nami are an personal situation. ]

And getting out of this shitty resort. [ Shanks laughs as he completes the cheer, then knocks back the rum. ] The rum is, yes. Though, I was talking with someone else from home, and we're inclined to agree - it's better in our world. They know how to make it just right.

[ Or they - Buggy and Shanks - have biases. ]

[tattooism]

[The moment he releases her and leans back in the chair, Kiritsubo makes herself all the more comfortable between and before his knees, their propped little poses in mirror. Just to make it clear that she felt she could, or perhaps, if one was thinking charitably, just because she was genuinely that casual about touch or boundaries... She pouts, idly using the finger on her freed hand to trace nonsense patterns on his knee. (At least it wasn't overtly sexual?)

If she is aware that she is being examined, and oh, she is, she doesn't give much indication of it, instead letting out a second, quieter sigh. Of course he got to play out the whole scenario... How unlucky she was in that regard. It's been so long since she had a creative roleplay, too...

As if distracted, it takes her a moment to respond to his actual question, belatedly looking back up at his face with a little blink as she clears out the fantasies of a threesome or being the virgin she hasn't been in nearly a thousand years. Was it a game? The smile she gives him this time... isn't all that cute or innocent at all. The scent of fear, that had been incredibly believable when she had been putting effortless effort into making it seem so was gone into the air with the rustle of black feathers.]

I mean... If you're going to be auctioned off, you might as well have some fun with it.

[Like it was just common knowledge, a sensible choice... that Mr. Wasn't the Best Time definitely didn't take, did he?]

Especially if it would also count for that game. That "52" so many of the guests here seem to be playing.

[She's heard enough about it. She's investigated a little, but she wouldn't begin to think she has discovered nearly enough in a matter of two days. She was good... She wasn't that good (when it didn't involve the motivation of a certain oni).]

Not curious enough, hero?

[pulsestrings]

Seems fair enough. Partnerships should be equal—and I'd hate to take advantage of any of my friends.

[And it does, in a way. They're strangers in a strange land, but more importantly is the fact they don't have all the pieces to the puzzle—where it's unlikely they'll ever get those missing pieces, too. Left with nothing but their wits and their fortes (and Yinlin has no idea what his forte could be, only knows he has one because of the mark he bears), deals and compromise can go a long, long way.

She meets his gaze, looking amused. She's taken note that she's the one doing all of the touching, here, and she doubts that's from a complete lack of interest on his part. (Call it intuition, and not arrogance.) Intentionally restraining himself to leave a good impression, or he's just that respectful of women, or a secret third thing. Either way, it makes Yinlin want to play with him more.]

Though... what kind of "interactions" do you mean? Anything that you'd like me to do for you?

[Or to you. She won't judge.]

We could get started on that right now.

[bleakdecember]

[....Ah. One of Yu's little team. She reminds him, just a bit, of Ann. He sighs when she approaches.]

I'd prefer to wear it of my own free will, not to be a servant. [He does work it quite well, thank you. He flips his hair a little bit at the compliment.] People should see me in this and beg to come back to my room, not ask for foot massages. Ugh.

[bleakdecember]

[Hey, it's fine. Akechi has called the wrong name during sex. That's more embarrassing.]

Marina. She's-- [He searches for a word to describe their relationship succinctly, and comes up short.] I called her over to help deal with you. But then you spooked.

[...So, yes, she was never in danger. Him, however!!!!]

[tyrantbait]

( It feels a little easier to relax when the other man laughs. As much as he wants to tell himself not to let himself fall into the same trap he did with Ada, getting too close, trusting too much, it's hard to be that guarded when someone is talking so casually in an otherwise mundane situation (if you leave out the sex casino bit).

The mention of the arena fighting has his attention quickly, and he's glancing over almost like he's not sure he heard Chika correctly. )

Arena fighting? Do you mean boxing or something? ( Leon's not subtle in the way he looks Chika over - checking for injuries as his brows draw together. He doesn't look like he's been in any fights, but maybe he's just that good? Or maybe it's some other type of arena fighting? He's honestly not sure what to expect in a place like this, what's normal and what's not.

But, without thinking, he says: ) You were fighting in that? That's two shows in one. ( A fight and a peep show, he means, considering that toga he's wearing is scandalously short. )

[mistopportunities]

We're in total agreement there. I think we'll have a stellar companionship.

[and they... probably will, actually, once they're past this tender dance of figuring out where they stand. He's getting a pretty decent grasp of what they'll both front, and he's sure she's doing the same. A little caution doesn't hurt either of them here.

She's been giving plenty of signals to her interest though, and her intuition is most certainly correct. It might just be a combination of all three, why he's so careful, though honestly it's least for the impression than that he really does value agency. Anyway, stories for another time (if she's lucky).

That bold declaration of an offer does finally peel back more of that perfectly gentlemanly veneer though, and his smile shifts to something more... crooked and cheeky.]

Well, in the broadest terms, anything that lets me get to know you.

[His fingers shift then, following the range of her static. The wonder is there in how much of it she herself feels, how her control of it works... of course he can guess it's related to her Forte, but that's not the point.]

I have some thoughts, but I'm not sure they're fit for open company. Even in a place like this.

[that definitely has more to do with him than the place. Also for the unspoken "to him" part, because he's absolutely not revealing any of that in the land of free information (that's called public, Aalto, you loser).

Anyway, he does dip those fingers in to follow the gentle curve of her upper arm and shoulder, too.]

Maybe we could find somewhere more suitable to discussion. Get an idea of where our appetites for everything lie, y'know?

[... that one he's not even trying to act innocent over. He only has so much patience for being a very good boy, okay.]

[execu2able]

[She sits up slowly, trying to process what's going on. Is she dead? It's a good guess. But Monika means it in some literal form.]

I'm functioning, so I can't be dead.

[...Right? She flexes her hand, still seeming disoriented.]

Where are we?

[swordpour]

I'll probably find out later, I don't think I'm in any rush to check out more shady places.

(no need to sweat on that. she rather not learn about what sort of shady things goes on in the roost; she didn't know about the limb betting, but knowing her? she would definitely stare on in judgment at the idea of putting one's own limbs up as collateral. what sort of gambling is that? it sounded more like trying to get themselves killed by her own thoughts more than anything.

she's not that lucky, if she had to admit another thing, but he doesn't know that. her luck was so bad usually in other means; from running into people she didn't want to see again right over to other things. not that she's expecting to run into familiar faces that she would sooner dodge the sight of. not that she'd want to scare him with said stories, unlike exusiai, she doubts that he'd be able to sit well with those going around.

pachinko, senpai? she did raise a brow. seems like someone else has terrible luck then. though she's going to keep her mouth shut. more for her own sanity at the moment on whatever questions she has about this new hellhole that she's in. she's survived somewhere as terrible as nuova volsinii....surely this can't can't be anymore worse than that now, can it?

unfortunately for her, it can be were she to be provided the information on what may or may not happen during her forced stay in these parts.)

Poker, if you want it to be more specific. We played from time to time during trips since I do deliveries for a living.

(people, cargo, whatever it was. though they were more than happy to teach their customers a lesson if they were trying to make them do something that wouldn't fly under the emperor's own gaze. that penguin beast lord would not be pleased if his friends were arrested due to the stupidity of others.

or if they wracked up property damage again when texas leans back into her seat. she's starting to relax a little bit more, so there's that from this.)

Penguin Logistics is what we're called, we delivery packages and sometimes people to their destinations.