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

[orokapi]

I don't know! [ Answered with the same quickness as every sudden decision he's made so far; the mirth in his voice is unwavering, his smile from ear-to-ear. ] But I want to know something embarrassing about you. [ Obikawa is blatantly saying that he is confident that he can beat Fuuta in a game. And it shouldn't be too surprising that that was his intention since the beginning -- drawing the young man out to answer the questions plaguing his mind. ]

Let's play a fighting game, then!

[ Grabbing Fuuta by the wrist now. He'll need to pry himself off (maybe even try biting) to get Obikawa to let go. ]

[wray]

[ It takes about half of a split-second before Six begins to regret his own suggestion. This is just one of those things where maybe, just maybe, he should have just allowed the other person to come up with an idea, because now he's roped them into some sort of game where they have pretend they're interested in one another just enough for the crowd to leave them be.

Despite having been here for months now, things like this just never get any easier, but since the game has started, he can't exactly back out now. And he won't, considering this is his idea.

He spares the servant a quiet glance, watching as he scurries back to where he came from to give Six and Lycas enough space for whatever may transpire. Unnecessary, but at least this means they can communicate in hushed tones should the need ever arise. He steels himself, lilac eyes fluttering shut before casting his gaze upon Lycas once more. This is followed by him leaving his throne soon after, bridging the distance between the two of them so he can admire the man before him.

To any onlookers, it'll appear that he's pleased with what he sees. ]

That depends. Shall I make you heel— [ deft fingers reach forward to grasp at fabric without hesitation, dragging Lycas close to his level until they're practically nose-to-nose ] or would you rather I spoil you and give you anything you want?

[ please don't let his voice waver please don't let his voice waver please— ]

I'll let you decide.

[ And now the ball's back in Lycas' court. ]

🥺

[orokapi]

[ Obikawa is a picky eater, and while he won't complain having to swallow someone struggling to stay alive he isn't in the necessary headspace to be tolerable and patient. He wants something, or someone, easy to digest and easier to forget, but so there's the lasting impression made in every frown and wrinkle on Makoto's forehead. ]

You probably taste like shit. [ His expression is solemn and disinterested, pulling his hand away. ] Hm, no... but for some reason I'm so hungry. [ Spoken casually, as if he didn't just state with his full chest that he thinks Makoto would taste like shit. ] It's making my brain shrink, it's becoming pea-sized... I just wanna eaaaaaaat somethinnnnnnnng even if it's a tiny guyyyyyyy.

[ With the sheets still in hand he throws them on top of Makoto, his tone a mellowed out song. Crossing his arms he takes in his surroundings, the scent, and even the noise that comes from the waves meeting the mountainous terrain that surrounds them. He focuses to find someone familiar, even giving the stench of Waka a shot before he scrunches up his nose in dismay -- there's nothing here that will even provide a hint of something from his world.

Anxiety isn't common for a God, but it's not such a foreign sensation that he is unable to explain the sensation that stirs in his chest. Unsettled, Obikawa's first assumption is that this has something to do with another God... but who, why, and how they managed to bypass through the heavily guarded Institution without a hint of their presence is both impressive and frightening. But he can't think of any God as creative as Vollof, so...

His stomach growls, testing his patience. ] But Tokinaga will probably get in a lot of trouble -- get me some pancakes or something.

[hira]

Marriage and cats—you've kept yourself quite busy. Hope the whole divorce wasn't... too messy?

[ the rubbing does inevitably stop as he pushes a bit of hair from her face and offers her an easy, tired smile. the way it feels almost effortless to speak with her again, to even hold her again. if he puts her down on her feet, it's only because they should exit this hallway, yes? ]

And my how you've climbed, no wonder they seemed rather timid towards you. I'll count myself lucky then...

[feathering]

[ Sylvain is talking about a different kind of Dominant, but Joshua can't help but harken that statement to the Dominants of his world. They're all different kinds of people after all. The Dominant of Garuda had captured him once and was the kind of person who liked bossing people around. He can only huff a soft chuckle at that comment, finding it amusing. ]

I see. So, that is my "vibe". [ Grandpa Joshua saying how do you do, fellow kids. Thanks for the vocab catch-up, Sylvain! ] If not that, when what do I strike you as?

[ Apart from someone needing help, anyway. ]

Hah, they believe I need a push, then?

[ They're not wrong... but it certainly is the wrong way to go about it. That feeling of wanting to be close, to be touched and to touch, is so great though. Joshua's only so good at pushing down any urges that they haven't taken over him yet. And for as long as he can, he wouldn't want to give into them. ]

Have you been on that stage before?

[sleepyone]

[Fine, fine, to the being put down on her feet. Her heeled shoes click to do so, Marina finding her balance again, even if she isn't close to letting him go, she can loosen up.

She holds his hand by wrapping her entire hand around his pinky finger. A fav move of hers with these wonderfully big men in her life, Wrio gets that hold, too.]

It was a huge mess! But it was still fun, I don't regret anything. That's a waste of time.

[She walks with him, not really sure where they're going. Some penthouse room set aside for winning buyers to take their new objects of worship? Sure, that would work, but Marina is scarcely focused on the journey or the destination.

She only care about the company with her for it.]

You're the special one, having come back like this. Everybody is praying at the feet of this batch of wildcards. I heard you're stuck feeling hungry until someone is worshiping you! That true? Because it must suck. [She likes praise and attention, but also that sounds so awkward! And to be stuck hungry over it, wow, so tedious...]

[apothecrazy]

That's why we're here. S[ he's sure there's more to it than just some game, why else would they kidnap people? But she doesn't have an inkling as to what the ulterior motive could be. ]

Curse?

[ She gives him a curious look as she passes by him into the elevator, not understanding that he means a suit activation. ]

[hira]

I'm surprised this place would go around marrying people to begin with.

[ her fingers curl around his finger and he chuckles a bit, walking but a step behind her, as perhaps one purchased might. were it anyone else, he might have tried to bolt with a hasty thanks, but with marina, he's content to allow her to do what she will.

she brings up the hunger and there's a perfectly timed growl that's... well. incredibly telling. ]

... It's not so dissimilar from home. The director... he used hunger as a punishment often enough I've stopped paying much attention to it at this point.

[ a face being made then, mild nyeh vibes. ]

My people back home already hold me with reverence, I have no need for it here... it's more attention that I care for.

[sleepyone]

Marriage here is deeply unserious. [truly a noncommital commitment. No big deal at all. AHem...]

The Church was like that, too. Don't obey? Don't eat. [she swings his hand in hers. Popping a shoulder up and tossing him a cute look over it,]

Would you accept some worship if it's just from little me? I hate the idea you're going hungry again.

[afullmoon]

You keep this up, and you're gonna make me think I'm your dream man.

[Which tickled him to no end. He obviously wasn't, but it was funny and fun to have someone hit on him so hard- even if there was some rock humping on the line.

But really, the way that J molded to him was delightful, and Chika found his arms wrapping around him easier then breathing.]

You're making it hard beautiful.

[His kiss was light, easy, a graze of upper lip against lower. Little more then a friendly gesture, a greeting kiss.]

I mean...it'll take a lot to make you crack and crumble, mm?

[He squeezes J tight against his body, lightly biting his throat, and kisses his way back up to his mouth before really offering him a kiss, lightly biting and lips and swiping the possible marks with his tongue.]

[afullmoon]

It was funny. Chika didn't think himself as much of a monster, all things considered. He was clearly in human shape, wasn't going to eat Baptiste, and he hadn't even caused the man to bleed!

Though he was clearly carnally hungry. Maybe that was clearly monstrous and be something Baptiste can and would brag about in the bars- maybe even the ones at the hotel.

But Chika also didn't know the level of control that Baptiste was sacrificing for the sake of a good hard...talk.

"Mmmm." He let his head be drawn back, and he offered a slow, satisfied grin, showing his too sharp teeth.

"I think it won't be that surprising." He chuckled as he went back to kissing his throat, light and easy. And his hands freed, they started to wander over the hunters body. This felt far less of a ravishing, then it was a seduction.

But maybe he was curious if Baptiste would stay passive or not.

[apothecrazy]

[ While Maomao may be more accustomed to taste-testing food for poison rather than waiting on a palace lady, she is nothing if not diligent.

Seeing the motion for another grape she hands one over. ]

I wouldn't say that I'm particularly good. [ She's decent, she supposes, but it's not a forte of hers. ]

As for the seriousness of the game, it makes sense when you take into consideration the prize for collecting all twenty-one cards.

[bleakdecember]

Mmmm... I do believe Shirogane-san was interviewed, but I can't recall what she said. A lot has happened since then.

[He laughs, lightly. He doesn't want to talk about all the things that happened.]

Make no mistake, I deeply respect my predecessor. Though we have very different personalities, we still seek the same...

[Halfway through his speech, he gets tired. Tired of this same old grinning Prince false persona. He sighs and shrugs.]

Well. You know. Must be frustrating to solve a mystery with Personas and then not be able to explain it. Inadmissible in court, blah, blah...

[weirdnecro]

Fair enough. That was a little on the spot. My bad.

[Her voice was smooth, and she tilted her head, moving to brush some of her hair out of her face.]

But no, you don't. You haven't asked dearest. What do you want to know?

If I like women?

[tonguetoxicity]

An orgy? Classy.

[But was it naked naked? He had no idea. But lightly he rubs his wrist, where the watch was waiting. Watching.

Itching.]

Well. This seems quite lovely and all but I do appear to be marked.

[He holds up a hand, showing the vines in gold against his skin.]

And I don't see anything similar on your skin- not on your ankles or feet, certainly.

I don't know what it means.

[feathering]

[ A rather pointless game. He has a mission on his realm, one heavily tied to its origins and its fate. Whoever is responsible for bringing him here must be more powerful than a god... which is rather frightening to think about. ]

There's a flame in me that is burning, far beyond what I have experienced. That desire not only to play the game, but to not stop.

[ He steps in after Maomao, and the staff presses the floor to where the royal elevators are so they can head there. Joshua and Maomao are left by themselves on the way up. ]

There is no need for you to worry, however. [ He places a hand over his heart, cheeks burning red, as bright as the tinge of his hair. ] Cursed as I may be, I do not intend to let it control me.

[loughshinny]

[Maybe Texas would understand her more than anyone else, if she ever worked up the nerve to talk about it. But her history is something she keeps close to her chest, only justified by Kal'tsit's decision to do the same.

Even so, it's not something she can think about now. She considers the situation. Reed's yet to notice where her tattoo is, but she does notice a complimentary gift of snacks.

Considering she's arguably more clothed, Reed rises to fetch that and bring it back to the bed to show Texas.]

I'm hungry, and I suspect you are as well. [It's always easier to think with a filled stomach, after all. Even if she doesn't realize the snacks aren't even going to help.]

[loughshinny]

[She turns, though her heart skips a beat when she sees the state of undress he's in. What did she expect? Besides, she should be used to seeing people's bodies. She can't be a medic like this. She...

Well, she takes the wet clothes, and finds a chair to lay them on near the fire. It's not as convenient as a dryer, but she at least takes a second to wring them out.]

You required help. That's all. [Besides, she kind of likes seeing this treehouse. It's nice. Maybe there are rooms she can stay in up here...?]

Your coat is still wet.

[tonguetoxicity]

You are!

[Truly the picture of maturity and articulation, these two. And yet, it's a comfortable kind of shouting, perfectly spaced with normal conversation when they wanted to.

Which made perfect sense. Also, Nara was typically slow to warm up (pun unintended) to the bedroom most of the time. The auction would bring out something in him that was...more feral then he would like to admit.

Which Bakugo was not going to learn about so he wouldn't yell at him about being auctioned off like a piece of meat.

As it is, he smiles as he fills up his soap baggie.]

Not as tough skinned as you act then? Too bad. That'd been fun to test sometime.

[apothecrazy]

One of many this place has had and will have.

[ Naked as the day one is born is about as naked as one gets, Maomao would think. ]

Hmm. [ She looks thoughtful and moves closer to get a better look at his markings. ]

No, that is certainly new. I wonder what it means.

[loughshinny]

[Ah. Well! That's. Something important to know, for sure. Oh, Reed laments at how easily flustered she is. She so rarely shows her emotions on her sleeve like this, and yet--

Her thoughts spiral, briefly, into something a little more depressing, until she gets distracted.]

...Do you have any food here? [It is, technically, a question. And she's starving.] The food at the main table wasn't... very filling.

[tonguetoxicity]

I hope they have strong cleaning supplies then.

[Because it sounded as if they'd need it or...well. Nara holds up his hand for her to get a better look.]

It could be in mockery of what I am but- I sincerely doubt it.

[weirdnecro]

[All she wanted was a little fluster, a fun blush. There she goes, changing the topic. That wasn't as fun.

Ah well.]

I do. Grapes? Various fruit? Cured meats? All sorts is here.

[She gestures at a side table where there's a small feast waiting. She hasn't eaten much herself.]

[apothecrazy]

[ Pointless as it may be, there is a goal to work towards if he wishes to return home. ]

Oh. [ She responds, understanding fully what he means. ] You are rather composed despite being such a state.

[ She looks thoughtful as the doors close and they are on their way up. The gears clearly turning as she thinks of this as a possible opportunity she can't let pass up.

After a moment she turns to him with a grin. ]

I may have something that will help... However, there is the possibility of making it worse. [ A much more likely possibility but why let him know that just yet? ]

[moonlightbeast]

"Usually I need some kind of momentum to headbutt someone that hard." He isn't complaining too much though, that seems like a useful skill. Shake the brain just right, huh...he'll have to work at learning where the right place to hit it.

"But yes, I'm ready." And when he says that, he'll take up a fighting stance again. Round 2 go?