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

[loosestrifes]

( It's a little cruel, the way that Hearts can play with emotions. There's always a nice comfort in physical contact, in being so close to someone else. But when Esikko is nudged to touch more, when he slips his fingers further up Fuuta's shirt and watches the way that his breathing shifts along with it, it's actually dizzying. Because it's not as simple as a bloom of pleasure in his chest, a warmth that spreads from lower— instead, there's a pain like a shadow beneath the rush of pleasure, a constant threat of loneliness, an aching worry in the back of his mind. With each touch, he finds himself wondering if that's the angle that made Fuuta win out, the one that he himself was lacking in, comparatively.

It's a sickening sort of thing that would normally fill him with anger, would mount rage in a way that was too dangerous. Instead, he wants to chase it even more, wants to feel it for himself, to cling to the closeness that anyone could give him like it might be his last. He exhales a little shakily, his eyes feeling fuzzy as he scans Fuuta, as he finds himself turning into him more, leaning over him. )

...Kajiyama. ( His voice is soft, exhaustion mixed with this overwhelming rush of every feeling imaginable. He's realizing, now, that this must be full suit activation. It's the first time he's had to deal with it to this extreme. Before he realizes what he's doing, his lips are at Fuuta's forehead, pressing a too-gentle kiss as his hands continue to hike his shirt up, to dance his cool fingers over warm skin. )

I think— ( No, it's stupid, stupid to bring it up, to say the obvious. His eyes dart down, to Fuuta's chest, watching his own hand tracing idle patterns. )

...Is this still helping?

[chiffonades]

[ As soon as Buggy mentions how glad Nami’ll be to have someone around from her crew, Sanji feels a sudden need to get out of here and find her, right this instant. Having someone around he knows— other than the clown— would make him feel a hell of a lot better. And really, isn’t that just proof that Buggy’s right? Which isn’t something he feels like admitting. ]

Guess tolerable’s about the best I can ask for. [ He sounds glum as he says it, still aching for home and his crew and the newfound freedom afforded by life aboard a pirate ship. Scrubbing a hand through his hair, he sighs and tries to look on what little bright side there is. ] Interesting people, huh? Maybe I’ll pick some new recipes while I’m here. You know, broaden my horizons.

[ Exactly the kind of thing Zeff might have encouraged him to do, if they’d exchanged more than a handful of words after their fight. Of course, recipes aren’t why this place has brought him here and he knows that— knows it thanks to all the conversations he’s already had— but it’s a nice benefit. Something to take away the sting as he tries to adjust the reality of where he’s landed. ]

Damn sure doesn’t sound like much time, but if that’s what I’ve got… [ He doesn’t really have a choice but to run with it, not if he eventually wants to get out here alongside Nami and back home. At the very least, he’s already seen a number of beautiful women around. Maybe a little flirting will go a long way? ] When you say a wide variety of partners… how many are you talking about? Five? Ten? More?

[ He has no frame of reference for how many he needs. The few occasions he’d had sex before were sporadic and one time deals. Who knows what this place expects of him better than the clown sitting next to him? ]

Pretty face? Are you trying to compliment me, Buggy? [ There’s a quiet laugh as he tries to force himself to relax, at least a little, and give the other man a break. He’s been helpful. ]

[tohell]

[ As he's hemmed in from front to back between Chika's attempt at a rescue and the statue's rigid form rooted in place, J merely observes the ensuing tussle he's sandwiched at the center of. Most anyone with any sense would be in a panic by now, as real and present danger closes in from both sides. He's witnessed humans, and on occasion demons, succumb to their base instincts as fear overtakes reason as they met their doom. Some trembled and shook, others just stared with wide eyes in horror, while a handful simply never stopped screaming until the end.

J doesn't say a word. His pale eyes, icy in color and placid as a lake frozen-over, track Chika's every motion as if he's the thing that's been lurking nearby, just beneath the surface, waiting for the right moment to strike.

The statue beats him to the punch, even though its limbs suffer a sickening crunch as stone begins to fracture under the pressure of a crushing hold. With how J's been positioned, all it takes is for a marbled face to lean in from behind faster than stone should move. In an instant, it covers the demon's mouth with lips that deliver a kiss nothing short of impassioned, despite their lack of warmth or soft skin.

As it does, the hand once desperate to protect his airway reaches for Chika, pressing the flat of his palm to the man's center. It holds itself there, attempting to communicate that Chika should hold off on tearing the statue to pieces. The moment he feels the statue draw away from that first brief kiss, J confirms what he'd been signalling with the prior touch of a hand. ]

Hold on a minute. [ He pats Chika's chest while breathing out his request, a smidgen winded due to the brief interlude where his air had been cut off. This is what he gets for not satisfying his suit often enough: A touch of mortality. ] There might be other ways of subduing our rock hard friends.

[schmisse]

[ Weiss doesn't really say much as she waits for Sanji to make the coffee, merely looking around and taking in the view. In all her travels, in the different worlds she's been to, there wasn't anything like this. It's really beautiful! Being able to have breakfast in such a nice and heavenly place feels refreshing, actually.

Maybe she should change her suite's setting to this at some point... ]

Thank you. [ The whipped cream is such a nice touch, and she blows on the coffee for a few seconds before taking a sip. Better wipe that whipped cream moustache off her face before she answers! ]

Yup, it's just right.

[ Off he goes to prepare the rest of breakfast. Weiss is no cook, so she doesn't know how difficult preparing an omelette can be. She can see that he's so fluid in the kitchen though, moving around with ease even if it's his first time using this kitchen. Cooks really are something else! ]
You're sweet.

[ The loveliest customer! Thank you for that, Sanji. Regardless of the circumstances that she's his only customer, the praise is 100,000% appreciated. ]

So... before anything else, I suppose I should warn you about where we are, in case you haven't read anything on your Watch yet. The Golden Peacock is a resort where people are brought from different worlds. We're... players in this game they have, and the game is to be intimate with the other players.

More often than not, the food and drinks are drugged, because this place wants you to have a lot of sex.

[ Which begs the question - why did she have him make her breakfast? Hopefully he doesn't have any violent reactions to that, but whatever his initial reactions might be, Weiss breaks the omelette with the side of her fork for a bite-sized piece. ]

I don't think this is, though. But once you leave this room? I'd watch what you put in your mouth.

[ Om! She takes the bite, the egg so fluffy and creamy feeling like a melting cloud in her mouth. Oh gosh, this is really good! ]

[theflashyfool]

Maybe. Plenty of places to eat too... hey, maybe you can find something there! A giant library too, just... a lot of it's porn. [but maybe there are cook books? Who knows.]

Uh-- [As for the number of partners? He shrugs.] Depends if you're going to play the hotel's stupid little game or not. But you could get by with a couple of regulars otherwise.

[But honestly, if you're in a place that offers sex and not much else? Might as well indulge, right? Plus, Buggy's naturally greedy.

The question has him huffing out a laugh.]

Just stating facts, Chef. [He gives a curious tilt to his head.] Anything else you want to know?

[loosestrifes]

Not—?

( Normally, Esikko has the restraint to find somewhere less public, somewhere quiet, private. But right now, his mind is cloudy, a mess of muddled thoughts and heavy desires brought on by an abundance of chalk that he simply couldn't dodge. The idea of having to wait even another moment makes his legs feel weak, makes him let out a puff of air somewhere between a dissatisfied huff and a whine, his fingers digging more into the stranger and whatever small amount of clothing he's wearing. )

Why do we have to walk? ( Can he? Maybe, technically, but the idea feels painful, feels like a direct contradiction to the burning impatience curling below his surprisingly cold skin. He leans in, closer, not helpful at all as he allows his hands to wander more, tucks his lips in close near Baizhu's neck. )

I can't wait.

[belialedge]

Oh yeah, a real bad boy. [ He plays along with her as they keep in stride with one another towards the kitchen. ] Kidding aside, I kept busy looking after the two along with the Sister. Wasn't the most trusting of her or anyone at first, but...she really did wanna help.

[ And how could he be showed up by someone else when he's supposed to be the big brother taking care of his siblings? That was how his mind worked at the time, grumpy as he was. ]

You spent your fair share of time around a church too?

Cool + no rush!

[tfy]

[Maybe one day someone will tell him a joke about sex and/or private parts that doesn't trigger an instinctive nose-wrinkle. Unfortunately, that joke probably won't be about spitroasting.

He overcomes some of his shock when Senku replies to him normally. The other sounds alright—oddly casual about the whole thing, really—but his predicament is still plenty horrifying from where Hiyori is standing. True, it's all about the so-called royalty cards and the so-called wildcards, and the rest of them are "servants!" But even for a servant, this sort of treatment is...

Disgusting.]

Is this how they're punishing the losers?

[Of those arena battles, that is. He asks this question while looking at a patch on the ground. They're both boys, but it's still good manners not to look. He'd afford anyone the same courtesy!

... even if he already saw more of Senku than he intended to in his dream, a thought which sits uncomfortably at the back of his mind.]

[riskybeenus]

[It's fine, if he felt like Aalto had murderous intent he would have reacted differently. For now, he seems docile enough for Rinne to ignore for a bit.

Just a bit, because he does eventually peek out from under the pillow to take a look at his profiile.

No one he knew, just as he suspected.]

Yer not familiar.

[riskybeenus]

Eh~? So cold. After all the things we did last night too.

[A total of zero things, because they never even met, but this guy seems fun to tease so he's going to see how far he can push it.]

Is this how ya treat all yer partners?

[And no, he is not going away. Instead, he nuzzles even more into his chest, like an agressive dog.]

[riskybeenus]

The-- ah fuck, okay.

[Statue bit, huh?]

Ya turned to stone and ya come back to make out with yer killer reflection, and yer askin' me if I'm all right?

... Yer funny. I like ya.

[This guy is so wrong in the head, it's amusing. Rinne laughs at that, shaking his head like a scrappy dog coming from a rainshower.]

If ya wanted to make out with yerself so much, ya should pick less dangerous ways.

sorry! took an rp break

[riskybeenus]

I ain't testin' that either.

[If a bug goes up his ass and he gets a card from it, he might question his life.]

It's the House, or the people runnin' this place. If yer lucky, ya get a grand reception like this one. If yer not, ya get somethin' else. Depends on what they're smokin', really.

[riskybeenus]

[A little oil never hurt anyway, and he was a man on a mission. Namely, to see how far Baptiste will try with him. He had no issues doing what he wanted, not really. Rinne isn't all for the servitude life either, though he does it sometimes for kicks.

The touch was-- admittedly, very erotic, and Baptiste is easy on the eyes. Rinne had long let go of any notion of purity since he got here, but he supposed that now that he's casino-married, unreliable as it is as a sign of matrimony, he was going to at least to be a little faithful. Not that one can truly be in a situation like this.]

Ya tellin' me you givin' me a massage is helping ya? Doesn't sound like much of a need, does it?

[riskybeenus]

Kyaha~ Ya want me to break it then? No takebacks?

[Now, Rinne will still choose the people he cares about over some rando whose face he doesn't recognize, statue or not, despite how he feels about the statue. After all, who would choose some dude they never met to sacrifice someone they care about?

Not him.]

Ya don't care much for yer dick, do ya, Rocky?

[Guess which part he intends to break first. If it gets any deeper into Reign's clothes, he won't hesitate to break it with his bare hands. Knowing the weak points of things was a dangerous skill of his, after all.]

[riskybeenus]

Kyaha~ Nope! That works.

[He's going to shamelessly flop down next to him then, and while he isn't pressing up against him, he is probably uncomfortably close for a stranger as he plucks a piece of chicken tender from the pile to munch on. He'll get to the rest later.]

So handsome, what's got ya comin' to a place like this with such a sour face? Ya never order people 'round before?

[theidlemaiden]

[ The sarcasm earns another inch of her smile lifting that much higher but she refrains from commenting. At least for now.

She can't say that she's particularly surprised to hear that he was protective over his younger siblings. Then again, because subconsciously, it's the only thing she's ever known maybe that's what sort of expects to hear from others too. ]

A little. Their influence spread across Fodlan, but I didn't really have to do deal with it too much until I went to school at the Officer's Academy. It was just as stuffy as I imagine it would be.

[loosestrifes]

( When Dabi first slips away and moves ahead, Esikko tries his best to focus more on their surroundings. He still follows him with his steps, analyzing each one like the crunch of gravel might tell him if they're really moving or not, if this is a manufactured reality, or a manufactured experience based on a memory, or— or what? The possibilities are endless, with something like this. It's pointless to try and search from that angle, and so he abandons it, eyes firmly on Dabi's back as he follows, very aware of the suffocating, ominous feeling looming over this entire place.

It's where I died. As Dabi speaks, Esikko watches the way his flames seem to flicker and falter, like the doubt of his own words. Something in that, and in the way that his stomach sinks at the feeling of being watched, is heavily familiar. Where? Why? He swallows, his steps bringing him closer to Dabi, watching those tears well up and drip down. )

Dabi.

( It's easy enough to assume what he means by dying here. Touya died here, he assumes. But it's Dabi he calls out to, hopes that the name reaches him, that it holds some sort of weight enough to make it through what he must be feeling. He reaches, not wanting to leave this tether to words alone, eyes focused as he wipes away a perfectly clear tear. )

Something must be drawing from your mind for this. It can't be real, because I'm here, right?

( A memory, or a place from memory— but he's here, invading it, touching in it, stepping in it. Is that enough? The hanging presence overhead doesn't feel like it, and in a beat, he recognizes it— the same feeling as Clubs? )

Try not to get lost in it. Can you focus on me? ( It doesn't feel like it's enough, but his hand slides down to grip at his shoulder, all the same. )

[expereiment]

[a soft smile as she climbs into the seat with him, though the outfit that the staff likely forced her into makes him frown once more considering how uncomfortable she appears to be in it. he shrugs off his already oversized jacket, draping it over her shoulders with a glare at the nearest staff member to go the fuck away. it pools around her like a blanket, which is precisely his intention.

honestly her dramatics are earned! being lower ranked sounds like it fucking sucks. especially with the forced servitude. he certainly has his annoyances with his own rank, but it pales in comparison to what the lower ranks have to deal with.

normally, he would protest her trust in him, claiming he might be a creep too! he might have bad intentions! but for some reason, she's allowed. and also she is literally safest with him compared to many of the other men in the hall.]

Tch - horny bastards.

[another staff member walks by and look affronted that hilda dares to sit in the same seat as a king - but rei levels them with yet another glare.]

Don't touch her. Leave us alone - she's mine.

[a sigh as the staff member scurries off.]

So, what rank did you end up with?

[afullmoon]

[Who would have thought that J would be in the middle of a tug a war between a werewolf and a thirsty statue? And yet he's taking this all with clear calm. As if this wasn't any danger to him- there wasn't even a widening of the eyes? Thrashing?

What an odd one J was.

Odder still was the kiss from the statue. But once J signalled him to hold still, he did-though with no small dismay or confusion. Instead, he stayed still, the hand no longer squeezing, the grip only keeping the other arm still.

Chika offered a soft sound of clear confusion, before his expression flickered, taking in his remark.

Rock hard indeed.]

Hold on. You sure?

I don't have any lube for these ah...suitors.

[worldbent]

[Matoba, with a hunter's instinct, catches on to Dante's reluctance like a fly to sugar. It's true that Matoba's aura had a somewhat cold and oily sensation to it; his magic, despite being "purification", was less like the sort of pure blessings invoked from the gods and more akin to curses dragging malevolence down with them. An unpleasant sensation, no matter how you cut it.]

[But it merely tickles him. His troublesome grin widens, noting the flush over Dante's tanned skin that only makes his markings stand out more. That's quite attractive, isn't it? He wonders how far they extend.]

I wouldn't dream of it, [He purrs, inclining his head respectfully as he bows to the "god" he's been assigned to, and then lifts his head again just enough to meet eyes with the man again.] ...If you don't make things too difficult. My lord.

[Dripping sarcasm. The man's smugness makes it clear he is not one prone to subservience.]

[molotovmoustache]

[There is showmanship to the way he takes Miraj's hand. A practiced turn of the palm and brush of fingers - a gesture he'd done time and time again with the other circus performers. An earnest display of connection perfected to project its intention to an audience.

He is the man that bridges the gap between reality and the reprieve the circus provides, after all. A guide for both audience and performer alike - a piece of his identity so deeply ingrained that the flourish comes natural now.

A heel-toed step in sandals whose ties are not the most comfortable - yet a passing reflection in a large mirror gives Baptiste pause. He has no interest in being a servant, but he did kill it in this short toga. The self-admiration is but a passing glance - but compounds with the playful ego-stroking he'd offered earlier. Baptiste is a man who loves himself as Baptiste the Performer. Baptiste the Bath Buddy. Baptiste the Guide. Each branch that sprouted away from the core he would never escape. is a beloved diversion.

A keen eye watches this kindred as he leads him across the stirring fog in the room. The mist clings and accents the fineries of the other as they move - adding to the shimmering quality of it. It's an eye-catch for sure. Baptiste idly wonders how it would look under the soft electric lights of home now that he's in the presence of someone else from home. Perhaps they were quaint, but how he loved their orange glow...]

[He clears his throat. Chuckles as he rounds the lip of the large tub to begin drawing warm water. A scan of the area around the bath offers shimmering bath bombs and petals - and Baptiste is too extra to simply leave those lay.

So he hoists up the delicate basin of bath bombs before he bowing and offering them to the man. An exaggerated play on his 'role.']

Okay, little god. I've heard you get first pick. [Not an ounce of true reverence here, Baptiste quickly content to run circles around someone who isn't going to truly expect subservience from him.]

[belialedge]

[ It's almost as if he was speaking fondly of them... And if he's thinking about the past, he was. He could talk about how Jin was a crybaby over thinking the moon was gonna fall. Or how Saya was too sweet for her own good and wouldn't hurt a fly. For the time being, however, he slowly steers away from that conversation as Hilda brings up some of her own life experiences. It's just down the hall to the right now for the Kitchen— spacious and unoccupied as it seems like no one is home right now. Given how the royalty are being treated during this overhaul, he couldn't help but imagine that Weiss had gotten wrapped up in something or another...

He'll keep tabs on her. Text her and make sure she's holding up alright. He's far more concerned about the girl he's got by his side right now, hand in hand still as it almost becomes second nature to hold her like this. The less he thinks about it, the easier it becomes to just be that protective front. ]

Ugh. That was the problem. It was small, and not many people came around out there, but... Man. I couldn't imagine having to put up with a lotta people in a really big cathedral.

[ Huffing, he presses the double doors open leading into the marbled, soft blues and white tones of the kitchen & bar. ]

There we are. [ Although his grip upon Hilda's hand loosens slightly, he doesn't fully let go as he gauges whether or not she was ready for that or not. ] Now then...coulda sworn I tucked that stupid thing away in the back of the cupboard...

[philancer]

[ Ashe, stop thinking so highly of him, he’s gonna feel the need to prove you wrong, just because he can.

He pushes himself up on his elbows to cast the archer a crooked grin, even if it is a but rueful. ]

Yeah, ‘extravagant’ is a good word for it. Subtlety is not their strong suit. [ Case in point? Aphrodisiac arrows, apparently. Just his luck. ] I’ve been here for a while now, several months, so if you need anything or have questions, I can probably help you out.

[ He shifts, feeling that heat spreading further now. It sends a shiver down his spine, making his breath hitch, but he’s still trying to be casual about it, not giving it away. He thought he’d have more time to talk to Ashe a few moments before excusing himself and… dealing with it, but it’s affecting him faster than he anticipated. Because of course it is. ]

[ratratrat]

[It's almost like Miraj is flirting, acknowledging the weight of owing Charlie a favor even from his seat of power. He decides to take it as such, a quirked brow and a proud smile meeting the assertion. Better to write the statement off as a momentary pleasantry than let it go to his head.]

I can feed myself here, you know. There's lots of guys... well, I'll tell you later. [A short exposition this information is not, and Charlie's never been one to shirk a chance to eat. Miraj's rescinded limb didn't escape his notice, neither did the implication of stretching out rather than reaching for his partner.

The man's not comfortable with this. Charlie knows, he's been told as such. They've discussed it, but seeing the reality in the body is different.

He steps forward, but does not immediately initiate touch. Instead, Charlie takes a knee. Eye to eye, this could be a threat, but except for a momentary flick of the gaze, he doesn't keep contact. He's offering a gesture for comfort, where he can simply lean forward and find purchase with fang against neck instead of looming over or pressing limb into the chaise.

The only contact that comes from Charlie's approach is a light brush of fingertips to bare shoulder as he holds a hand up. Just a precaution to catch either of them, should the feeding and the casino's influence entangle to something overwhelming.

Like this, he bites down, nostrils flaring as the taste of potent, choleric vitae hits his mouth. A moment of suckling passes before the viscous fluid begins to coat his tongue, but when it does, Charlie's shoulders slacken to the pleasure of feeding.]

[voidescent]

[The man is certainly a performer, he has to give him that. Aside from the few initial moments of pause he'd caught earlier, in bed, while they were still feeling each other out, there'd been nothing but a show put on.

It made him hard to read.

Perhaps some of it was genuine - some of it had to be, considering the ease with which it was put on, but just how much of it was he'd yet to determine... though perhaps it didn't matter. Not now, not here, not when they'd both been pulled from home - a shared home, oddly enough - and the connection in that served as an anchor in the mist.

Passing by the mirror, he follows Baptiste's glance into it. There's no reflection of his own, of course, but it does provide another angle of the room, projected sweeping vistas writ small. It aids in the reality of the illusion, though the sunlight doing no harm crumbles any pretense of this being a reality in turn... which is good, all told, else he might be tempted to linger and reminisce.

Or he would, if he wasn't brought back to reality by the sound of his ~bath buddy~ clearing his throat and offering his own coy little not-quite-reverence.

Some might get their hackles up at the disrespect. At home, he might, even, depending on the situation they found themselves in. But here? In this one? The irreverence is more than welcome.]

Do I, now? One would think a self-appointed guide would have chosen the best one.

[Irreverence can meet irreverence, but at the same time he doesn't let Baptiste get the chance to choose one. Perhaps the deep red one - very nearly black - with dried rosebuds embedded in it was a shade... predictable, but it smells like oud and spice and smoke and seems far more indulgent than any of the lighter, floral options.]

Though I trust this will do?