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

[philancer]

[ Sylvain just waves off that apology with a warm chuckle and a smile before he inclines his head away from the stage, where the next Wildcard is already introducing themselves to start the bidding. The sooner they move away from this place the better, in his opinion. Especially because there's still a lot of eyes fixed on the man before him. ]

Some situations warrant a little drama. And this place definitely counts as one of them. Although 'life' might still be stretching things a little far. Still, it wasn't a hardship. This place is very skilled at occasionally putting us in... uncomfortable positions.

Speaking of which, we should probably not linger. I can't say that some of the more... longstanding guests might start approaching with additional propositions if we keep dangling you in front of them.

[feathering]

Life... a favour or two. It's your choice.

[ Life probably is a bit too much, but no one ever said Joshua didn't have a flair for the dramatics. He lets out a soft chuckle at that though. ]

Then I shall follow your lead. [ He'd make a joke about being owned and all, but even he finds that rather tasteless. ] At least, until the coast is clear.

ii

[peacewithouttyranny]

[Being treated like he was some god isn't something Soundwave has ever dreamed of. He's only ever seen it from the side from watching others adoring and worshipping a Prime. And now that he has the experience with this. He hates it. It's everything he's fought and gone against in his life.

He's able to play along, if awkwardly, at first when he's just being lavished with praises and offered foods he can't consume in his current form. But then comes the reverence and worshipping. He can't say he's entirely surprised since he knew about the rank system during his previous visit and saw how higher ranks received special treatment and attention. However, this is egregious. He's uncomfortable and hating every single second of it.

His hand is on his face, limbs adorned with golden stars. He's just sending someone off from trying to remove his mask and feed him grapes when Yinlin approaches. At first, he huffs out an exasperated sigh, before turning to the lady and realizing she's a fellow Wildcard? The face she's looking at is wearing a mask, to hide his annoyance and discomfort with the entire event.]

I surely am.

[He replies back with his own dry sarcasm. Unsurprised, but he isn't entirely comfortable with all the worshipping towards him and to all the other "deities" like him.]

What is it?

[pulsestrings]

[He'll probably notice the tacet mark on her thigh soon enough, with the way the fabric falls, if he doesn't get too distracted by her... other assets.

Now that she's closer, she takes a moment to consider the man, but it doesn't make it any more clear if she knows him, and the name doesn't ring any bells either. An unknown Resonator... Could be good news, or bad news, but with the easy way he rolls with her sitting in his lap means he's at least not volatile. More(?) importantly, he's nice to look at. Handsome, and with a grin that would charm any woman in Jinzhou. Yinlin bets he could be a real heartbreaker, if he wanted to be.

She doesn't mind the brush—if she didn't want him to touch her at all, she wouldn't be so close—but she does pause for a moment.]

Sorry for any shocks you might feel. I'll try to keep it reigned in.

[She can't do much about the static on her skin, the dead giveaway she's not your average pointy-eared woman, but she tries to keep a handle on her forte.

Her shoulders ease, but she doesn't completely relax. It just appears like she does, taking this as casually as Aalto.]

I think it has more the feeling of... organized crime, like we're in the den of a powerful family that has the power to make us disappear.

[Which they kind of already did? Bringing them here?]

You can call me Yinlin. It's a pleasure meeting you, Aalto.

berserker (cú alter) | f/go | current player, new character.

[bersercu]

arrival.

[ whoever happens to be unfortunate enough to be his bedpartner will find the man already awake, sitting on the edge of the bed. his thick and scaled tail is completely still as he seems preoccupied with something in front of him. or at the very least not in line of sight, his muscled form doing enough to conceal whatever he may be up to. that he's focused on something and using his hands might be evident from the way his arms are slowly moving. his elbows bending carefully as hums to himself, a low and irritated grumble as he continues to... do whatever he's doing.

when he does notice someone is stirring behind him, no matter how stealthily or sneakily they might be, berserker does nothing obvious to acknowledge it. that there's nothing in particular that would probably surprise him--- who'd be stupid enough to try to get a jump on an actual celtic warrior? or at least, an alter of one.

still. berserker is pretty distracted. he's also a bundle of nerves, all coiled and ready to string if needed. so. good luck. ]

subdue the beast.

[ there's no better beast than berserker, whose appearance mostly stays the same. how could he not be intimidating and imposing toward whoever might be facing him? he doesn't need a weapon in order to tear someone into pieces. it won't be just drawing blood if he had his way. yes--- it's also strange for a wildcard to take the place of someone who probably deserves it more, but he can't think of any better role for him at this very moment.

the one change, by the way, are the two lupine ears that stick out of his hair that match the color. yes. hound of chulainn he is.

with narrowed eyes the man stands with one hand on his waist, favoring that side with his weight. he's sizing up whoever happens to stand across from him. are they as mad as he is? maybe. maybe not. but whoever lands one clean hit will be the 'winner', and he's hungry for that. ]

Ready?

[ or not??? ]

show of strength.

[ he's scratched up and for good reason. when berserker fights, he does it without keeping his own health in mind. it's why he's such a dangerous servant to begin with. that's why he is what he is. but the issue here is that he can't utilize that powerful runic magic to mend himself, put himself back together. at least the injuries he's taken are somewhat self-sustained, unafraid to get up close and personal if it means using those teeth of his.

still--- he sits in the locker room in an isolated corner, those cuts and bruises standing out against his skin. when he turns or bends, he grunts. pain isn't a bad thing. it's a necessary thing. and while berserker would rather not have to deal with the sore muscles or the sensation of something that will ache more in an hour or two once the swelling begins, it's inevitable.

then again having someone tend to them would be ideal. it's just. why would he ask? it's not like he looks like a sulking puppy. after all he's done his fair share of winning. he's pleased and yet he doesn't feel completely good about it all. thoughts that he shouldn't be having.

he flicks his tail in irritation. ugh. ]

wildcard.

[ want something specific? i don't bite; ping me. :9 ]

[tonguetoxicity]

[He felt little more then a big slab of meat. Okay...a medium slab of meat, on the hook and waiting to be grabbed up. If he had been aware of how things went, how people really wanted it- to be rough, bitten, all of it- he would have shut up. Been silent and only snarled, like something feral. Not like the creature used to working hard and having the finer things in life.

It was a high number. He supposed it was a bit of a compliment that he went for something better then pennies.

Nara follows, silent, clearly resentful but obedient. It's only away from the others- those that had been leering and clearly enjoying looking him over- that he relaxes, and takes Reign in.

It part, it was the scent that helped with it all. He wanted to keep smelling it- like it was a candle lit in the room. Something new, that he could not quite place.]

Well...I did mean that it would be bitten off. Eventually.

[Which is also a kink he has no idea others might like. Finally, he brushes his hand through his hair with a shaky sigh.]

Nara- but you heard that. Where are we going?

[Now that he was away from the stage, he was tired, and a little shaky from the anxiety. Maybe he could just have a chance to shower- or find pants.]

Monika | Doki Doki Literature Club! | 9♠ | current character

[holeinwall]

divine awakening (open to wildcards)

[ One minute, she's going to Swan Lake. The next, she's...in a bed?

This is strange to experience again. The last time this happened, she was waking up in a new world and in a new body. She was also thrown into a fake marriage, but the lack of wedding attire tells her that's not happening this time. As if her current situation is any better...

Monika sits up in the bed she was so sweetly forced to join a stranger in, bored of trying to entertain herself with her Watch while waiting for her bedmate to open their darn eyes. No one gave her a timeline for how long this was going to take, but she was hoping it wasn't going to take ages. The ambience is quite lovely and ethereal, but she'd like to get back into her regular clothes and head to her original destination!

Eventually, she gives up on passively waiting. Greetings, fellow captive, she's poking you. ]

Hey. Heyyyy. Wake up!

[ She pokes again. Then again. Is this working yet? If it's not, how whiny she's sounding might help. ]

Come onnnnn. I'm cold! [ Now she's shaking whatever poor soul is next to her. ] Living it up like a Greek goddess isn't really my style! Not today, anyway.

[ Silence. Then, whether her efforts to awaken her partner have succeeded or not, she's going for the guaranteed method to get attention: throwing herself on top of someone. It should make the poking extra effective, too! ]

Ding ding ding! I'm your alarm! Waaaake! Uppppp!


an endless feast (ota)

Excuse me~

[ Monika sounds polite, and she's doing her best to be. But after being shunted--yet again--into a place she had no desire to be in, she's gradually getting crabbier than some of the seafood platters being served. Her sigh is an obviously annoyed one, and she's reached a point where she doesn't care about consequences. If she has to be here, she's going to have her way! ]

Yeah, so. I know that probably looks great to you and all. [ She grabs some tongs and snatches up the exotic fruit she'd been eyeing. ] But I need that more than you, thank you~

[ And, as if she weren't already being obnoxious enough, she adds: ] I'm a vegetarian. My options are limited! Don't take it personal, okay?

[ At least she didn't appear behind you and say that, but deal with it, kid. ]

Now, if you don't mind, I have to get back to my stupid cushion, since I'm apparently not cool enough for a chair. [ She huffs. ] Move it already!

[ Maybe she should be smart and think about the rank of who she's bossing around? Nahhhhhh. ]


galatea (ota)

[ What's this? A hug from behind? Her heart swells. Could it be? Is this the sweet love of her life, the Player? She holds back a squeal, shaking in the arms that are sliding around her. Who else would come up to her this way? Screw heading to Birdbucks! Her dreams have come true! ]

I can't believe it. It's finally yoooooou!

[ That shriek at the end was from noting that, no, this is not her imaginary lover. She's instead being held hostage by a statue. You'd think she would've realized something was up from the heavy thudding heading towards her, but who knows. Maybe the Player is a troll or something, and not the online kind. Anything's possible!

A thought for another time. She's flailing and shrieking more while getting dragged off towards this statue's lair, a.k.a. their pedestal. Impatience must be taking over, however, because partway through her kidnapping, she's left trapped in their embrace. Their...grope-y embrace. What the heck! ]

Don't touch me there! That is not yours to tou--mmph!

[ There's only muffled whines coming out now. She gets to add "making out with a statue" to her list of weird things she's had to deal with since checking in. How romantic?

By all means, join her! Forever desperate as she is for company, an extra set of hands is always welcome. ]


wildcard auction (closed to Soundwave)

[ Her eternal annoyance continues. The choice of attire they've stuck her in isn't to her liking. It's more revealing than she'd generally prefer. At least it's not as bad as what the poor bottom rungs have to deal with? Regardless, she'd be uncomfortable even if she'd been decked out in the lavish royal outfits. Large gatherings still left her on edge sometimes. Going from being in complete solitude to hordes of people is taking ages to get used to.

Something about the rumblings of auctions draws her attention, though. What if...? No way. They wouldn't. She shouldn't get her hopes up, anyway. Wouldn't she have noticed him by now? Wouldn't he have found her?

Monika wanders to the stage setup, urged on by an eager staff member. She frowns at what she sees, deeply bothered at the idea of auctioning off actual people. Ugh, the implications of that are the iffiest of iffy. After a while, she convinces herself it's not worth participating in something so crass, so she turns to leave. Familiar blue metal appearing in her peripheral vision stops her in her tracks.

He's back.

There's no hesitation. Once he's forced to give his introductions, she's raised her hand and shouted his number. ]

One hundred chips on sixty-nine!

[ Of all the numbers. She'll laugh about it later. There's no time for laughter until she's got him in her arms again.

Hopefully, he won't complain about her low starting number, but she's afraid to go too high and quickly get outbid. Two people have already countered her with higher amounts. A third shoves her once they give an even higher bid. She grits her teeth once she's regained her balance, raising her arm again. ]

Four hundred chips!

[ He'll be hers again. No matter what. ]


wildcard

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[theidlemaiden]

[ There's not so much selfishness left over from her youth that she's completely immune from the thought of some other poor, lower rank suite taking on her rather large dish tray.

And honestly, the ridiculous premise aside, her feet and back are killing her. A little break wouldn't be the worst thing in the world. Knowing full well they're being watched however she has enough sense to offer a beat of hesitation before dropping the dish bucket unceremoniously to the ground with a loud thunk before taking the offered seat beside him. Which is less a seat and more of a lounging chair. There's enough space between them to be respectful but for the added effect she offers up a near simpering – ]

Is there anything you'd like me to do for you? I wouldn't want to indulge without your permission, sir.

[ Looking up at him from beneath her lashes is clearly a put on act, but hopefully he'll be able to tell that it isn't so much for him as it is for the hovering resort staff who had been keeping an eye on the troublesome brat of a pink haired woman. ]

[the_roman]

[ Milord. It knocks a laugh out of him, short and bright as a drop of blood falling from a split lip. The absolute torture of teasing Jack would put him through for weeks if he heard someone call Alan Ross "my lord." It'd be worse by far, in a wonderful way, than the time he'd jokingly called Alan a class traitor.

Christ, he misses Jack. ]

I do mind. The hand feeding, I mean, not the sitting. [ He scoots up, in fact, making room on the daybed itself while he eyes his new companion up and down. ] Be my guest.

[peacewithouttyranny]

[He hates it. He hates this. Ever since he's woken up, he's only ever been uncomfortable, or annoyed, or angry, or all three at once. First waking up in an unfamiliar room when he had expected deep slumber. Then, the reverence and worship he's been receiving that made him entirely uncomfortable all throughout. Then, he's been forced to leave his room for something special.

As if he isn't already hating everything about this, he then finds out that the special thing is an auction. They're not just auctioning off items. No, they're auctioning him, along with other Wildcard. Real people. Being put up on stage like they're an item to be purchase. Needless to say, this bothers him at his core, and Soundwave does not make his displeasure hidden.

But... here he is, regardless. Being urged to get up on the stage him by not just the staff but by his peers as well while he looks around for a means to escape in case something unfavorable happen. Oh, who is he kidding. Any one purchasing him would be unfavorable. And no, he's not even going to pay any attention to the funny number he's assigned with.

His introduction is short. Just his name and not much else aside from hating being up here and that he wants out of here, quick. Fortunately, he doesn't have to do a lengthy introduction because someone has already put their chips down for him. Already? Wait.... That voice. He recognized that voice.

Optics scanning the crowd, he spots a familiar face amongst the crowd roaring their bid after bid. That brown ponytail. What was her name again..... Monika?

He remembers her.

Though he doesn't like being put up here, if there's anyone he'd rather win him, it's Monika. At least, he'd rather a familiar face than someone he doesn't know and Primus only knows what they'll do to him. When Monika made her latest bid, it's about to look like she might won him as the bidders quiet down, but then another voice suddenly bellows out.]

Five hundred chips!

[Standing behind Monika, a blonde haughty lady has raised her hand. Ohoho~]

Gemaryah "Chika" Washington | OC | New

[afullmoon]

Arrival: A hunger (NSFW possible!)

Chika had the markings on his sign, that of twining rose vines of shimmering gold. It was playful, beautiful even, how it had twined between his fingers and up his arms, only hidden by a brief toga.

But he wasn't concerned about that. He was more concerned by while he had snacks- grapes this time- it didn't do much. If anything, he was slowing down in his eating as he stared at it in not quite disgust, not quite horror.

“These grapes can't be fake or anything. Can they…?”

No. No. That made no sense at all. He wiped at his mouth, before sniffing the grapes again.

No, they smelt like grapes, unless his nose was dead.


Battle Royale (violent/possible fight sex)

“Sorry darling. But I feel a little bit…antsy.” He was resentful of the place for sure. But now he had an outlet. No armor, no weapons. Instead, he man- werewolf for those who could tell- cracked his neck and rolled his shoulders.

“Ain't your fault. But- you ready to give me a fight? Get our blood pumpin?” Because he was sure ready to bring on the hurt.


Galatea (violent option/nsfw option)

“Whoa! Hey! Too flicking handsy!” Chika smacked at a statue that came too close. He'd just been trying to stretch out the cramps in his legs. That's all he wanted. Now he had some bizarre statues that were trying to go at him with stone dicks and some swinging breasts- one pair he had to duck.

“Cut it out! Seriously- stop.” Chika offered a growl and pointed at a statue. “You keep coming at me and your ass? Is grass.”

He's a big guy, and burly with it, but it might be fun to see a big man struggle like this. Come on over and help him out? Or watch the show when either he breaks one or loses the struggle?

Wildcard

Want to find a werewolf wandering around? Pet a wolf that clearly is lost? Just want to watch someone do push-ups? That'll be here! Hoping to check and see if Chika clicks here.

[malpwactice]

[There's a particular atmosphere Aak is familiar with, the one where he's In Trouble, and yet he's unsure right now. He at least has the advantage of some degree of anonymity. It's not like back home where he'd be suspect number one in a second! And, well, maybe he was still suspect number one here but his motives weren't presumed.]

Yea, [his tail swishes as he consider the best way to explain himself]

This guy here, [he pats a hand down on the fighter's good shoulder, an action that makes the man jump silently as if he were expecting more,] someone told him what sorta things might happen if he didn't throw his next match. 'Course, not a lotta people enjoy losing, gettin' the shit kicked out of 'em...

So, I made him a lil' shot. Nice, easy, pain-free loss! Just, ah, bit of a side effect on the injection side.

[an understatement]

[eaudevamp]

[ The Golden Peacock may be a resort and casino, but it's undeniably a fuck hotel at the end of the day. A place of indulgence and debauchery, though that isn't only about sex.

Regardless, at least they're now further away from prying eyes and curious ears, and the security no longer gives them a second look seeing that Nara has been auctioned off. Reign just need to make sure that no other bidder attempt to kidnap the man away. He has seen it happen before. Scuffles and all-out brawl, fighting over a guest they'd their eyes on.

For now, there's a tilt of his head as he rewinds Nara's implication of what would be bitten off. And then his eyes widen, before he leans in and whispers. ] All right, so others might have a thing for that, and though I don't mind a little pain myself, I rather have my dick intact. [ Is he revealing more about his own kinks than necessary? Anyway...

He clears his throat, stepping out of the casino and looking around, having noticed the weariness in Nara's eyes, the way he seems to fidget nervously. ] Well then, Nara, we can head back to your suite to rest, find clothes for you — unless you don't mind what you're wearing now — or grab something for you to eat. Have you eaten?

[eaudevamp]

[ At least he manages to get a laugh out of the man. But once it's made known what the other prefers, Reign gets on with it, making himself comfortable as he down on the empty spot. This close, there's a calming scent that Reign carries with him, soothing the nerves and hopefully putting his patron more at ease. ]

There we go. Your talking companion for the time being, at least until you get bored of me. I'm Reign Fear. [ His smile grows wider as he introduces himself, a hint of sharp fangs flashing briefly before he tilts his head slightly, his gaze curious. ] How should I address you, honoured conversation companion?

[tonguetoxicity]

[The Golden Peacock was a very fancy fuck hotel at least. If it had been seedy and all kinda of run down- well Mara would have pitched an icy fit. He had standards.

And clearly no idea that he was such a prize- or that someone could try to snatch him up in the first place. Bad attitude or not? The shifter was in way over his head.

Still, he leaned in to murmur his reply.]

You've behaved. I won't bite yours off.

[He's behaved? Nara, you're the one who's been bought, not him.

But it could be blamed on the lack of food. He shook his head, straightening up. Still trying to project some strength.]

Not since I arrived. It just didn't appeal.

[Aka he was too nervous and resentful to eat.]

But I'd rather get dressed. I feel like a sex toy in this thing.

[fleshcursed]

( when it came to these newest newcomers who have been propped up as something akin to gods, it could’ve been anything, couldn’t it? lycas has already seen a few either toeing the line or striding confidently across it in order to impress their will upon others, either in small, largely inconsequential ways or… well. in ways that were a hell of a lot more grievous than that. just calling sylvain over is about as much as he’s gonna demand anyone do anything—he’d never much liked the feeling of someone expecting him to follow their orders just because of who and what they were, or at least in those situations where he hadn’t already agreed to do so. he’s already starting to feel a seed of guilt beginning to sprout, seeing a shade of wariness on the guy’s face. ah, fuck. maybe this wasn’t such a good escape plan. if he really wasn’t willing to go forward with it, lycas figures he could think up some way to cut him loose.

the werefolk leans forward onto the arm of the throne closest to where sylvain sat down on one of the nearby cushions, drawing them into a close enough distance for conspiratorial conversation. this is seemingly enticing enough for the loose crowd of onlookers and sycophants to drift a little further away, still glancing toward them and murmuring to one another, but their attention isn’t quite as sharp and constant as it had been a moment before. some of his tension ebbs away, though the rest still knots up in his neck and shoulders. )

Somewhere. Anywhere.

( there’s that look of desperation again. )

I don’t know this place very well. Barely had a chance to get my bearings before these people found me, and I haven’t been able to give ‘em the shake since. ( seems like a hotel. and there’d been a casino floor? he’d tried to get a good scent on the place, too, but it’s all a tangled mess: food, drink, metal, perfume, sweat, all these people, and plenty of other things he’d tactfully not clearly identify. not much useful, there. every place he’s seen has been packed with people. )

You know a place that might be quieter? Name it, and I’ll… make up some story for ‘em.

[eaudevamp]

[ It's the grumpy attitude that certain guests love to tame. Not Reign, though. Not when Nara said he has "behaved", and he tries not to let that simple statement affect him much. There are more important matters at hand to handle.

But hearing that Nara has yet to eaten has Reign worried. ] Not even at the feast? Or does it not meet your diet...? [ He's careful with the way he worded it, wondering if Nara perhaps require a different kind of sustenance for his meal. After all, Reign himself can't eat normal "human" food. ]

Clothes it is, then. I know a few stores with attires that would look good on you. [ Not that Reign has any idea what kind of fashion Nara tends to wear. He just hopes his choices aren't too far-fetched. Regardless, he waves for Nara to follow him, keeping stride as he occasional introduce some of the locations of the resort. Fortunately, it doesn't take long before they arrive at the Nest where the main shopping district is situated. ]

Let's see, what do you think of jackets or waistcoats? Something like what I'm wearing? [ He asks as he waves a hand at himself, his attire one of a style reminiscent of Victorian fashion, sporting a cream coloured dress shirt, a light brown waistcoat and matching trousers, with an red ascot tie around his neck. ] Or do you prefer something more contemporary? Modern?

[theidlemaiden]

[ Just because the resort might be aware of her near mastery with an axe (why else would they hand her an axe instead of any number of other weapons?) doesn't mean she plans on using it here. At least, not unless she has to. Thanks to the war any actual thoughts of flight have largely been beaten out of her instincts so when the wall approaches her she tenses, ready to sweep low and use her lack of height to her advantage.

But then the white haired man is speaking to her - at least she thinks he is - and the unmistakable sound of leather striking skin follows. The effects of his punches aren't immediately apparent. But it's enough to draw the man's attention and Hilda watches as the once hulking human falls with a crash to the dirt. The small dust cloud it kicks up would be comical in any other setting and probably does make a couple of those watchers laugh – but all Hilda can think about is how fast he'd moved. The only reason she thinks she could have seen any of it all is because of her Crest.

There's a beat where her mouth falls open and she has to remind herself to shut it unless she wants to choke on the dust left in the wake of their very fleeting opponent. Finally she finds her voice that has a dash of that audacity and a sprinkle of incredulity. ]

No, really? I didn't even want to be here in the first place!

[ Wariness falls across her face as she eyes him up. Normally she'd say thank you but the game isn’t called Kindness Royale. ]

You're not going to do that to me are you? Because I’m definitely not any kind of competition.

battle royale.

[empaler]

[ similar to sylus, the arena is familiar to her — a different stage, yes, but a stage all the same. given his previous exploits and the staff's ever present need to think of ways to entertain their new guests, they decide to spice things up a little: two more men of similar stature as the first opponent are brought in, as well a servant, minimally clad with her wrists bound in rope.

why they decided to shove clorinde in as well, she honestly has no idea. she looks a little annoyed more than anything else, rounding the arena to put distance between herself and the other opponents. it means she ends up next to sylus as he beckons the men forward, amethyst eyes glancing briefly at his wrapped fists. ]

Confident.

[ well, he certainly looks like it. that's all she's able to get out though before the three opponents move closer; emboldened by the presence of the new additions, the first opponent quickly moves within striking distance of sylus followed closely by the second one. the third turns his focus to clorinde, who sidesteps his lunge as she keeps an eye on sylus' side of the arena. ]

[the_roman]

[ Something about that smile is-- and something about his eyes is-- ]

Uh -- Ross. Alan Ross. [ He offers a handshake, belatedly. ] Just Ross is fine.

[ The eyes aren't human. More like a cat's, or a snake's. That realization strikes just after he's held out his hand, at which point he expects it's too late to pull back. ]

Your name's really Fear?

[eaudevamp]

[ If it were other kin of Reign's in his place, Alan should be worried, especially as Reign accepts the handshake, before lifting it close to his lips, where he place a kiss to the back of Alan's hand. His skin and lips are cool to the touch, another point added to Reign's inhumanness. At least he's not cold like an undead or a corpse? ]

Ross, then. And yes... [ He smiles sheepishly, wariness creeping into his eyes for a moment as he releases his hold on Alan's hand. ] That's my clan name. Rest assured that I don't live up to my namesake. I wouldn't dream of inflicting fear on you.

[ Let's just hope that such a day will not come upon them. One incident is already enough. ]

2b.

[empaler]

[ this is something she's familiar with, to an extent — having served furina for a time, clorinde is accustomed to tending those of a higher status, even if the things she was tasked to do previously weren't... exactly of this nature.

still, it could be worse. refilling drinks and giving foot rubs is nothing compared to the other things some of the newer guests were making the servants do, so when kiritsubo extends a shapely leg in her direction, clorinde approaches and takes a knee in front of her. the sooner she does it, the sooner she may be able to slip out unnoticed. ]

Would you like me to demonstrate, My Lady?

[tattooism]

[When was the last time she enjoyed attention like this? Before the Ansei Purge? No, that was just the last time she had been worshiped in her home country. There had been that lovely little enclave in the Andes, what... a few decades ago? Things occasionally blended together, but... She remembered what was important.

And right now, the most important thing was... Well, she wouldn't be revealing that just yet. Instead, she looks over the elegant woman before her and smiles benevolently with intentionally crafted, perfect lips, seemingly pleased with what she sees.]

I think I might like that very much.

[Kiritsubo casually flicks the sandal the entire way off, stretching just enough to oh so helpfully arch her caramel-skinned foot above the other woman's thigh. Gold rings glitter on two of her toes, which curl just slightly in anticipation.]

If you are skilled... Should I reward you with something... ?

Kleken | Alchemy Stars | 6❤️ | Current

[lieabilities]

i. Casting Lots

[ If Kleken didn't have the motivation for raising his rank before, he certainly does now. The aggressive reminder of his middling rank while engaging with the current setting has been bothersome in the worst of ways, in a way that was almost reminiscence of the beach escapade before. Now, after being dragged off left and right for tasks, he'd finally managed to sneak himself away to the casino to see what sort of games were on the table. Literally. ]

[ And luckily for him, there's one game that doesn't take actual ranks into consideration, and that's more than enough to have him relaxing and smiling a slightly more genuine smile once more. At least as close to one as an avid conman could conceive . ]

[ He'll take a gamble for a better position over accepting a terrible one any day. ]

Would you care to play?

ii. Subdue the Beast

[ If there is one thing that he's been forced to do that makes at least some semblance of sense to him, it would be 'acting' the role of a vicious beast. It'd been brought up often enough in casual conversations both in the past and here, and surely some variety from lions and tigers would be appreciated by those enjoying the show. Mind, he would have preferred to have more clothes on than the strung-together seaweed and seashells he'd been forced into to lean into the underwater creature theme, but... well, it could be worse. ]

[ He could be the person tossed into the pen with a strange pale white man decorated in seaweed and shells, sitting atop a throne of tentacles like this is the sort of thing he does every day. That's probably the worse experience. ]

So what did you do?

iii. Wrestling Matches

[ ... Please place him back in the animal pit, he is not meant for this. ]

[ Kleken's so far from the beefy and muscular archetype associated with oil wrestling that he's almost sure someone is pulling some kind of cruel prank on him. One that is completely undeserved, from his assuredly non-biased perspective. They'd somehow managed to oil down even his tentacles, which are currently trying to shake themselves dry like the noodley dogs they are. Spoilers: it's not working out very well. ]

[ He'd even accept being deep fried at this point if it would get him out of here. But instead all he has to rely on is his questionable charm to get him out of his situation, especially as his much larger opponent begins to approach. ]

I don't suppose you'd like to have some wine first?

[ Please don't pancake him. ]

iv. Wayward Arrows

[ Being shot with arrows that didn't kill you? That was a new one. ]

[ And not one that Kleken was inclined to test himself but here he was. Unwillingly, as always, thrust right into the middle of the shooting gallery. Truly this little event was going to be the death of him, but Kleken wasn't about to go down without a fight. ]

[ Or in this case, some trickery. Anyone paying close attention to the archery range at this moment might notice a very strangely placed archery target in a corner of the field. Perhaps someone forgot to clean up the test dummies? Certainly not anything worth shooting an arrow at. ]

[ Certainly not. ]

v. wildcard & ooc

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[empaler]

[ kiritsubo flicks her sandal off and clorinde catches it, placing it on the floor next to her within easy reach. she takes her bare foot in both hands, one supporting kiritsubo's heel as the other runs a thumb down the center of the bottom of her foot. although clorinde's hands are calloused from a lifetime of training, her touch is careful, firm yet gentle. she has not had to give many massages before, but she recognizes where tension usually gathers, and knows the right amount of pressure to apply to muscles to relieve them of it. ]

Is it not a reward in itself to be able to serve you?

[ clorinde's tone is light, almost airy, as she keeps her attention on kiritsubo's foot, digging her thumb into the arch. ]