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! ♥

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Comments

[stripsearch]

[Well, this doesn't sound like the casino's usual tricks. Those, at least, are fun and sexy. This, whatever it is, sounds... terrible, awful, and horrifying?

Rise doesn't know what's going to be on the other side of the door. She doesn't think there's time to scan it with Kouzeon.

But whoever is in there needs her help.

So she takes a deep breath. And then another.] I-I'm coming to help!

[Pow. Right through the door.]

[stripsearch]

...okay, you say that they're just a distraction, but I bet your bedroom is way nicer than mine. [One hell of a distraction, that is. She says, flatly.]

[And then her eyes narrow. Just a bit.] How the heck did you start using the name "Detective Prince," anyway? That belongs to Naoto-kun and you know it!

[Is it weird that she almost seems... protective?]

[belialedge]

Yeah...then again, it'd be really awkward sitting in silence there, huh.

[ It shows how much he knows. The church that he lived in was really small. The size of an ordinary house, albeit taller for the bell to ring, of course. Has he set foot in a church ever since? On his travels between Hierarchical Cities or while keeping a low profile? If he has, he certainly couldn't stick around for long if there was a wanted poster that happened to be on a board.

As Hilda scoots ahead of him, he blinks down at her in surprise when she already starts to move some glasses and mugs out of his way. He didn't expect her to take a proactive approach like this, but with a sigh through his nose, his lips do lift up with a short smile. ]

Thanks.

[ Sure enough, at the far back is an unsuspecting white mug, with what appears to be a layer of paint covering one side. It's smooth to the touch, but the marking is there as if to cover up something that he didn't want to see. WORLD'S BEST BIG BROTHER didn't sit well with the Grim Reaper, did it? But now, it's just a convenient tool. ]

I gotta be the one say it, but this'll make anything you want. Turns out even complicated stuff.

[ She said tea, but...the offer's on the table. Literally. Waiting to be spoken for. ]

[armwriostle]

[He doesn't take the hand right away. He looks at it for a moment and seems to be considering if he should take it or not. If he takes it, then he's sure the two of them will end up somewhere to deal with his aching erection. Knowing this place, he probably wouldn't be able to find release on his own. The suits were like that, so he imagines what he had inhaled will work similarly.

Eventually, he relents, sliding calloused fingers into Ashe's hand.] H-Hah, well, this is far from the worst that has happened. [Is that a little concerning? Probably. Don't worry about it.

Wriothesley shakily gets to his feet with Ashe's help. The outline of his cock was obvious in his pants, but he was trying to ignore it completely to make their way to the locker rooms or anywhere that had some semblance of privacy.] I'll know better next time not to be a target for you. [It was a good shot, after all.]

[riskybeenus]

Hulk? Seriously?

[Actually, he doesn't want to keep dealing with a stone statue, so he grabs her around the waist and throws her over his shoulder so they can run away. She doesn't deserve a bridal hold.]

Ya owe me, snookums!

[feathering]

I'm not offended. Although... vibes?

[ That may perhaps be a term that Joshua doesn't quite understand. He can at least pick up on context clues. ]

I'm afraid I cannot say I'm not used to being sought after. [ Most cases, it would be for his head, so this is different! He's not sure what he likes better. ] Though it certainly is a first for being put up for sale.

How unlucky.

[feathering]

It is rather wicked, I must say. I could never understand what is entertaining about combat.

[ It is a necessity to learn and to partake of in war, which is what he's studied and experienced. For fun? He doesn't really see the appeal. While he wouldn't necessarily call it barbaric, his thoughts are definitely close to it. ]

I am sorry that you were put through that.

[ While none of it was his fault, if no one would apologise for it, then he should, right? Maomao might sound displeased, but Joshua's tone on the other hand is sincere about it all. ]

[chiffonades]

[ A wide grins spreads across his face the moment Weiss confirms he’s made her coffee the way she likes. Cooking always brings him joy, but nothing quite compares to knowing the person he’s cooking for has enjoyed what he’s served them. Making coffee isn’t exactly the same, but it’s close enough that he feels a rush of satisfaction at her compliment. And that fuels him as he continues to whip up their breakfast, the task something he can focus on rather than letting his mind continuously try to wrap around the fact of being here.

Once the final touches are done, and he takes a seat next to her, his short reprieve is over. Being in the dinning area still brings with it some comfort— muscles looser than they were moments ago— but the moment she starts to talk more about where they are, his eyes snap up to watch her, listening intently to everything she divulges. ]

You’re serious? [ Even as he asks that question, he knows she is. Call it instinct, call it a hunch, call it whatever, but Sanji trusts her despite the briefness of their acquaintance. He’d glanced at the watch before she woke up and got the piece about this being a resort, but as for all the rest… that’s new. As a rule, he likes sex— enjoys it, obviously— but the idea of being essentially forced into it by this awful place makes him shudder with disgust. ] Shit, never mind, I know you are. Why? What’s the damn point in making us play this shitty game? Why does this place even want us to have sex with each other that much?

[ The look of disbelief on his face doesn’t quite fade as his eyes flicker down to the coffee he made her and the two plates of food before them. For a moment, he’s stunned as he tries to process that thought of not even their food being safe, turning something life giving and nourishing into a tool for making them fuck. Absurdly, that’s the part he focuses on, the part that annoys him the more he thinks about. ]

Sorry Weiss, I didn’t realize— [ He tries to apologize at the same time she clarifies that this batch of food is likely drug free. That makes him feel at least a little better, but only a little. ] That’s— glad to hear this food is safe.

[ After seeing her take a bite, he does the same, enjoying the results of his hard work. It tastes good— and it’s nice to confirm he isn’t too off of his game— but his mind is still working through everything she said. ] You really can’t just have a meal here without, what, wanting to possibly fuck someone?

[ He tries to take another bite and sighs instead, running his hand through his hair, still watching her intently. ] What’d we ever do to get sucked into this place’s crap?

[pyrolyzed]

[ Oh, it's doing more than just helping.

The closeness is good. The intimacy, even better. But that little kiss, that soft point of contact -- gentle, almost chaste, but even so, an explicit hint of what more can come -- is enough to push him over some sort of edge. Whatever sliver of self-control he'd maintained promptly unravels, and almost before Esikko can get out that last word, Fuuta reaches up with both hands. It's hardly gentle when he tangles one into the front of Esikko's clothes, grabbing the other at the back of his neck, then yanks -- pulling the other in close for another kiss.

This one's a far cry from the one Esikko had offered, greedy and ravenous and almost obscene. Fuuta kisses like he's trying to claim something, letting their lips clash hot and hard, dragging his tongue against Esikko's lower lip, pulling back a sliver just to breathe, then nipping at him with jagged teeth, chasing it with a brief pull of suction. Even when he does let the kiss break, coming up panting for air, he doesn't relinquish that grip on him, keeping them pulled close as he blurts out, ]

Don't stop. [ It almost sounds desperate. ] Keep touching me.

[ And if he glances down, Esikko will get the confirmation that, yes, full suit activation is at play. With his shirt now hiked up to his collarbone, Fuuta's chest displays a bright red diamond right at his sternum, standing stark even against a backdrop of lurid, purple bruises. And while Fuuta, too, is vaguely aware that his suit must be acting up ... does it really matter why he's feeling so worked up? All that matters now is that he feels like he's going to die if Esikko stops touching him.

His next breath comes as a breathless whine as Fuuta butts his head up into Esikko's shoulder, nuzzling into the column of his throat and fogging up the pale skin there with his breaths as he mumbles, ] It ... doesn't hurt as long as you're touching me.

help, kleken pls

[riskybeenus]

[He coughs, gasping for air as soon as he is able to, and he can't help but bark out a relieved laugh at the sight of Kleken. Most people might be very afraid of getting caught up in those tentacles, but Rinne-- well, he's rather fond of those.]

Tako-chan~ That's such a scary thought. How can I thank ya if I'm dead?

[Actually, that reminds him, that other him was probably going to disintegrate into a puddle now that it's out of the water, right?]

Especially since I went all the way here to see ya.

[What bullshit.]

[riskybeenus]

Nah, how can I with such a pretty face to wake up to?

[He was.

Not that he'd ever show or admit it. That was his specialty, after all, bullshitting his way through a lot of his problems when his Plans A, B, to Z all fail.]

So ya don't consider this a mistake? I'm flattered.

[tfy]

[Uh oh. It's starting to look like he broke the kid. Time to put the breaks on!]

Baku-kun!

[He puts his hands on his hips and shouts. Not as loud as he did last time at the end there, but (hopefully) loud enough to get his attention!]

You know it's not your fault, right?

[He steps closer, prepared to put his hands on Bakugo's shoulders and shake him if he needs to, though for the time being he doesn't.]

It's this place! They're the ones doing things like that. And since they operate on magic, there's no telling how any of it works. I'm sure they can use magic to bring normal statues to life, too. And even if that was an old guest, apparently they can also bring dead people back to life! So!

[He grimaces, not even fully believing his own words. He's concerned about the statue, about the rubble he just moved, too. But he forces them out anyway.]

Don't feel bad about defending yourself!

[pyrolyzed]

[ Even knowing that every time he raises his voice he'll be paying for it with a fresh twinge through his diaphragm, Fuuta still can't helping shooting Bakugou a sideways glare as he barks, ]

How the hell was I -- supposed to know you were trying to help? All you were doing was giving me shit!

[ And here comes the pain. Fuuta quiets down for a few minutes, breathing through clenched teeth as he will the pain to subside. There's a faint sheen of cold sweat beaded down his jawline and dampening his hair, Bakugou might notice while wrestling with the tangled bridle, and Fuuta's shoulders are so tense that he's almost shaking before the sharp pang subsides.

A slow inhale and an even slower exhale before he rasps irritably, ] 'm not gonna die. I've been dealing with this shit for ages.

[ Another slow breath before he continues. At least he does start wearily opening the maps app on his Watch as he grumbles away, wincing when he loses a few strands of hair to the bridle. ]

S'not ... lethal or anything. Probably. I just can't run much. [ Hence his half-baked hiding spot; he'd basically collapsed into that corner with the potted plant, hoping to hide there until he could recover. ] And it usually hurts, but not this much. Not unless someone touches it.

[ To his meager credit, Fuuta doesn't shoot Bakugou a dirty look or anything with that last bit; at least he can acknowledge the prod to his chest had probably been an accident. He can, however, continue giving Bakugou shit about everything else -- namely, he pauses in his sliding around the map to give Bakugou a look, brow furrowed and eye narrowed. ]

And stop calling me a brat. How old are you? You don't look much older than me.

[riskybeenus]

That's coz ya don't know how to use yer height to yer advantage.

[Being tied up and all.]

Aight, Mr. Pacifist. Want me to help ya?

[riskybeenus]

[That look wasn't new, but it was still surprising each time. Rinne wasn't arrogant enough to think he was attractive to everyone, but he does know he's at least easy on the eyes for plenty of people.

That he might fit her tastes was just one of those pleasant surprises, only because he does like the attention, despite the reasons for it. Though, he'd rather it wasn't partially due to status imbalance, but he knows how to work with that.]

Ya got plenty of choices here, after all.

[snakelace]

I imagine you might have complaints about the smell, but I have no qualms about helping you, no.

[ He pushes the coin toward her. ]

Though I usually help people in my capacity as a doctor…

best friends already

[blastedass]

[It's chalk. It'll wash out the moment he gets under the shower spray. Even though Bakugo's tempted to see just how much of it he can get out with a damn explosion to the chest! At the very least they're not running around in chain briefs or fur strips! Some people in the stands apparently think less is more when it comes to revealing. Or they have a businessman kink.

Gross.

But shaking Charlie around has to wait. These bastards in the stands are starting to fire again, ready to try and pick them off whenever the smoke begins to clear. As tempting as it is to pitch this dumbass their way, he's already been struck. Not the ideal target all of a sudden...

LIKE HELL HE HAS TEMPER TANTRUMS!! THAT WAS A TACTICAL EXPLOSION SWEEP TO PUT ANOTHER SMOKESCREEN UP! Plus attitude problem. No point in checking on Charlie, since these arrows aren't meant to kill. The guy's fine.]

THAT'S CAUSE YOU KEEP PISSING ME OFF!! [You want him to kill your ass from several feet away?! Because he can do that! And he's not grabbing him now, focusing instead on maintaining the cloud in front of them and dodging wayward arrows.]

YOU WANNA SEE ME USE YOU AS A SHIELD?! [He didn't do it intentionally the first time! Swinging one arm back, he charges up another blast. This one's going to rip the entire ground up in front of them. Enough of this crap. He'll make a damn fortress out of the floor itse-]

What the-?! [Charlie just grabbed his arm.] Let go! You wanna die?!

[tonguetoxicity]

And I said thank you, didn't I?!

[These two. Yeesh. Nara nearly got out but he nearly went full dragon to do it. That might have scared some of the guests...or not.

But finally they can agree! And for a few moments they seemed okay.

And there was the petty. He offered a growl, and made to press the pump a little harder then he had to. It spurted.

Ick.]

Don't burn yourself under the spray.

[Petty petty spite.]

[theidlemaiden]

Only during chapel hours - those were some of the best times to take a nap. [ There's a distinct look of cheekiness that breaks through the lingering shock from earlier. ] Otherwise it was pretty lively.

[ There were any number of people out and about during the day. Garreg Mach, despite everything it stood for, was still beautiful in spite of that. Or maybe she had rose-coloured glasses on because it had been a fond time in her life, a calm before the storm before the war had broken out.

And don't read into it too much, Ragna. She just wants this supposed magical cup.

When it's unearthed she takes it from him giving it a once over. It really is rather unremarkable save for the marking on it. She has to wonder if there's another reason he's painted over it aside from it claiming to be an eyesore. ]

Anything? Like even a drink that changes colour? Or one of those really fancy iced drinks that they sell at the cafe downstairs?

[theidlemaiden]

[ News that he's a doctor has her stilling for only the briefest of moments before she reaches over to pick up the coin. ]

Does the smell about your suite have to do with you being a doctor?

[ There's a bit of a teasing lilt to that. She's been in the medical bay before in Fódlan and when there wasn't anyone needing treatment it was always clean. ]

[rebrandedwarlock]

[The overly polite-into-threatening tone is one Sherwood knows well. He's heard it many the time from subordinates and superiors alike. People on the edge, trying to keep the peace, yet struggling.

Sherwood's never been kind towards that kind of passivity,]

Why, yes, throw me a different lamb to chew upon. This ram is too tough, I prefer someone more tender. [a dig at Wrio for trying to dodge. How selfish! Not putting up with Sherwood when someone is obligated to. Maybe he'll get someone easier to break, if Wrio won't be the sacrifice on his alter today.

The staff don't seem very willing to budge on it, not even for Sherwood. Seems his weight only gets thrown around so much.

"We can make him more cooperative," one staffer offers, clearly pondering over activating Wrio's suit for this purpose. It's how they get people to behave, after all,]

I doubt that.

[virtuesignal]

[The glitter is definitely not from Concord, he's not that kind of unicorn. The gleaming silver on him is dusty and gradients into an oily black. The pollution of the industrial era was getting to him, as an incarnation of nature. Definitely not a pristine beast of myth most would presume from hearing "unicorn".

He shakes out his neck again, puffing air out his nose. He's mindful to not put Senshi in any danger with his motion,

Then he gets a light pet to the snout. Hmm.]

You can pat me, it's fine. [he won't mind it, not from someone who bothered to help him out,]

Such touch is tame for this place. I have been here a couple months now and the nature of this game is one I'm still adjusting to. They rush some newcomers more than others. [Concord is just really stubborn, actually, he resists the hotel when he can manage]

[theidlemaiden]

[ The door swings open and Hilda barely has time to scramble backwards to narrowly avoid being hit.

Still wrapped up in some level of her distress, Hilda doesn't immediately occur to her who walks through the door. There's a brief, heartbreaking moment, where she thinks it might be a familiar face from home. That all of this is some sort of nightmare that she just hasn't been able to wake from.

It's not a face from home but it is a familiar one - which somehow makes this traumatic situation embarrassing. ]

Rise -

[ A fresh wave of tears threatens to spill as she sits there on the floor in a state that the younger girl hadn't seen her in before. ]

[virtuesignal]

It is a good move by Chika, using a similar trick on Concord as he just did. His height and weight is a benefit as much as a weakness, getting twisted using his own momentum. The two will hit the dirt with a cloud of dust kicked up, much to the audiences hollering excitement. Concord fights back, hoping to recover some positioning while on the ground.

He doesn't really manage it, maybe that's his age showing. He's beneath Chika and when he cannot manage to wrangle a hold on the other man, tactics change. A wild left hook gets thrown at him, aiming for his jaw. Something to disorient him, if not blocked with a swifter motion than the unicorn can angle for.

[swordpour]

I'm sure, Aak, if I do need anything like that I can ask you later.

(and open herself up to trouble, but there was enough reason to not want to see him sulk. he was giving off kicked pu-....cat, vibes. not that she'd compare hung to a puppy either, but she did seem to get the impression he was trying to get her to agree to it. even if she'd sooner go out there and deal with that large crowd that was trying their hardest to take off with her; she isn't letting herself be alone for even a second out there.

here she thought she saw enough sharks in the water, but this is a whole other level whenever her lips curl into a frown. her usual expression. she did need to appease him somewhat while hoping he doesn't realize that she rather not be around any of the crowd there personally. though that's written on her face; she doesn't trust a single person from this place. aak obviously gets a pass, she knows of his reputation. he's a back alley mad scientist, sure, but that didn't mean he counts as evil and not someone to trust slightly.)

I can tell already that if the others from Penguin Logistics were here that Exusiai probably would have ran the other way at seeing you.

(she has her reasons for that with not wanting the flashbacks to being given those stim packs. or about how warfarin might have wanted to do further testing after seeing how much harder poor exusiai was hitting everything with them together. sora was there as well, if her vague memories serves her right.

....not that sora would want that for her too, but the thought drops as soon as she starts to think up some manner of questions she can ask. that is, if aak was in the mood to answer anything.)

How'd you wind up here? I think your friends were going insane trying to request for searches....not that I talk to them, I don't exactly get along with Waai Fu, but this was just what I heard.