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

[feathering]

Are you impressed? I think I should start considering it as a special talent of mine.

[ Hiding what he's feeling, he means. An in general thing, not really the feeling of wanting and yearning.

He's rather surprised that Maomao looks a bit more energetic upon mentioning that she might have something that would help. Or make it worse. And if asked, he isn't sure if he should be concerned or amused. ]

My lady, if I started feeling worse, I do not know if I would be able to keep to myself.

[senku]

No, this is how they punish the people who refuse to play.

[Senku really sounds like he does on any other day, even laughing a little when he continues.]

Don't feel too sorry for me. I chose this over a ten billion percent guaranteed ass beating.

But even if I stood a chance, the whole setup is a little too much of an old-fashioned bloodletting for my tastes.

[At first he thought it didn't even fit the theme, but there's gambling and banquets, so not everything is about sex in this place centered on indulging. There are probably guests who have been waiting for their chance to indulge in violence.

Just not him.

No matter how distracting the situation he's in and his thoughts on it might be, Senku can't help but notice the way Hiyori is carefully not looking at him.]

You don't have to stare at the ground. I know now I'm the last person you'd ever get turned on by.

[He doesn't hold a grudge, but he can't resist.]

[moonlightbeast]

[Atsushi is grabbed and hurled across the arena, letting out a surprised sound as he goes flying through the air. He is a cat however, and one of the benefits of being a cat is reorientation being easy. So he rotates his body in the air, and when he finally comes to a skidding halt, it's on his hands and feet. In that moment, he appears more like a beast than a human, his pupils having gone slitted at some point during the fight.

Despite his looks, Atsushi still has his wits about him, so he won't go into a feral attack. Instead, he pushes off from where he landed, running at Lycas. He's not as fast as he would be if he were fully transformed, but his speed is still greater than that of a normal human. Lycas gets some time to prepare before Atsushi barrels right into him, but it won't be much time.]

[loughshinny]

[Don't worry. It won't be hard to get her flustered.

She reaches for a peach sitting near her on the table. The skin sears, just slightly, under the heat of her fingertips, especially since she has no reason to hold it back. She bites in, unwittingly letting some of the juice drip down her chin.

After that bite, though, she lowers the fruit and looks at it.]

...Strange. All the food tastes off.

[Nothing is... satisfying.]

[perfectpower]

[As soon as his own arrow hits, Bradley snickers to himself and lowers the bow. Revenge extracted, take that Miraj.

Of course the story doesn't end there, because not long after Bradley is getting hit by a green arrow himself. His amusement is quickly replaced by annoyance, and he glares at Miraj as he grabs another arrow. Son after he raises his bow and shoots the arrow at Miraj, using the same incantation as before.

He is also starting to feel the effects of the first two arrows that hit him, and he knows that's going to be a Problem later. But for now, he needs to get even.]

[perfectpower]

There's no reason in hidin' it. My magic's strong, anyone who can sense that stuff would see me comin' from a mile away. 's not my style anyway.

[He is awfully confident in his skills even though he hasn't really shown off yet. But he is right about one thing: he has a strong, distinct magical presence, and anyone who can sense magic can indeed sense Bradley from a distance. At least he's honest?

He won't admit to not thinking about the consequences of exploding the fountain though.]

If blowin' the fountain up is no good, then how about we head somewhere else without all that water around? Then we can talk, wizard to witch.

[The word his canon uses for 'wizard/witch' is actually gender-neutral in Japanese, so technically he's calling them both by the same title, but English grammar strikes again.]

[apothecrazy]

I see. [ She can't say she's impressed, it's a talent she too possesses for the most part. Being out of touch with her own emotions thanks to a rather neglectful upbringing.

But if there's one thing that brings her joy, it's experimenting with new concoctions she's created. ]

If it comes to that then I have something else that will relieve such feelings for a short period of time. [ Her grin turns a bit sheepish but no less enthusiastic. Even her manner of speech has become more animated. ]

I have been working on trying to come up with a counteractive to the aphrodisiacs they use on us, even those released by suit activation. So far, I have only managed to make it worse but in the process of doing so, I stumbled across a medicine that will bring one to release shortly after consumption.

[apothecrazy]

They do. [ Everything is always so spotless in much of the resort, she often wonders if the staff is even human. ]

What you are? [ She looks up at him with a curious expression. ]

[senku]

I do. I saw the anatomical diagrams when I was still in elementary school. They still weren't off-base. Even after reading the book, I've been told my way of going about it is odd.

[He's approached his sudden need to focus on sex with a scientific and analytical mind. Which actually gives Senku an idea for a task he could set for Bakugo. He had read about the back of the knee being an erogenous zone and it sounded too silly to be true. The blindfold is unnecessary, but it won't hurt the effort.]

There's something I've been meaning to test out. If you'll help me with my experiment, I'll consider myself satisfied.

[That's an answer. Not a detailed answer. But an answer.]

[weirdnecro]

Off? As in rotten? Or...

[How curious. Slowly, Sokie uncrossed her legs and moved to see the fruit for herself. Interesting.]

Something else?

[afullmoon]

"You've also got a lighter build." Chika had to point put, not unkindly. "You'll need to put your body into it. But...if you're ready..."

Chika's body tensed, and he moved forward in a rush. Ready to give Atsushi a good scare, and see those defensive reflexes in action.

[tonguetoxicity]

Mmm. Useful.

[Maybe he could steal some so he could ensure everything in whatever room he stayed in was clean. Even if the staff might have been golem or something similar.]

I'm a wood dragon. Perhaps...the tattoos will disappear if I cover it with scales?

[loughshinny]

Not rotten. [She considers the fruit, and then grabs a couple grapes to try. No, they're... just the same.]

It's like they're... empty. Missing something. Or...

[She examines her hand, and the swirling patterns that all the wildcards got.]

Maybe there's something wrong with us.

[molotovmoustache]

[Baptiste notes the flicker in Alan's features. The sentiment that follows is tinged in a bittersweet familiarity. He had muttered something along those lines while laying with his cheek pressed into the cool, unforgiving wooden floor of the family's private dance studio some 20 years ago. The scent of citrus oil and dust the ushers of his despondency as he stared at his own miserable face and the looming reflection of his uncle who was patiently attempting to convince him to come to family dinner despite the latest butting of heads between himself and his grandfather.

Baptiste seems to remember he ate his dinner at the foot of the stairs as a stubborn oath to meet ever-present concept of trouble with trouble of his own.

Somethings never change. He idly wonders what route the man above him will pick, hoping it to be something foolishly stubborn.

While Baptiste had already resolved not to pry into what troubles lay at the man's feet - he prefers to be trusted with such information rather than prying it out of someone - what the other says quickly shifts the gears in Baptiste's head. Returns it to the very thing he'd tried to set aside.

Baptiste scoffs. His brows raise incredulously. His mouth opens and for a moment the man is actually dumb-founded. Glances down at the traitorous curve of his stupid little toga before he looks back up to Alan.]

Sucking you off got me hard! [A beat. His mouth presses into a thin line. Then he cracks a smile again. A roll of his eyes before he's shaking his head.] Well, and continuing to flirt with you.

[The weight of his head falls a bit heavier into Alan's hands now. A purposeful dabble in dramatics as he waits.]

[senku]

[That's a way to apply lube. It's concerning from the standpoint of the guardian. If Mabu has so little care for the bottle, what's to stop him from injuring Natsume with a careless grip?

But would something dangerous be so focused on providing this level of pleasure? He doubts he would want to stop if he asked him right now.

When Senku considers the level of detail in every muscle, in every knuckle in the hand holding Natsume's leg (He's just here for the art appreciation?) it gives weight to the theory that the statues were once guests. On the other hand, Mabu seems more like a golem than a living person brought back to life.

A rimming golem. He's read about it. He's read about a lot of things while sifting through the library for useful information on how they got here. The idea just struck him as something that would range from awkward to uncomfortable in practice, like when he learned about the back of the knee being an erogenous zone. It has just rocketed up the list of things he needs to try.]

[feathering]

Release shortly after consumption? That sounds messy doesn't it?

[ Joshua listened to everything. Even when the door opens again, leading them to the hallway where the royal elevators are. They need to take yet another elevator, gesturing for Maomao to get off so that he can lead her to the next one. The elevator leading to his guest suite has metallic red doors, and to the side of it where the buttons are, has a feather embossed on top of it.

He presses up, and the doors open immediately. Once Maomao gets on, he closes the door and presses the only other button inside, going up once again.

All the while he considers everything she's said. ]

I take it you're a physician? Or an herbalist, perhaps?

[asixthsense]

[Senku was right to a degree; the statue was single-mindedly prepping Natsume in its own way. That Natsume got so much pleasure out of it was almost secondary. With an inhuman body came inhuman patience, however. Natsume suddenly gave a louder shout of pleasure when a finger was added to what the tongue was doing. Just one of Mabu's fingers was so large though, it made Natsume very glad for the copious amount of lube dripping over his skin.

From the way Natsume writhed, it probably looked like almost too much for him to handle. It was the aphrodesiac though, burning its way through Natsume's veins to the point where every touch was a craving that he couldn't get enough of. On top of all that, feeling the weight of Senku's gaze on him made an entirely different, guilty sort of pleasure wash over him.

Finally, Mabu seemed to decide Natsume was ready enough. The statue pulled back, lips and chin dripping. It swiped a hand across its face and threw back the robe that had been bunched in its lap, revealing a sight that would make most people reconsider this situation. Large stone hand found even larger cock, making it glisten in the sunlight. One stroke, two, then before he could properly catch his breath, Natsume found himself being lifted, turned back to chest, and manhandled into position.

Natsume's eyes were closed at first, and his own cock was twitching with how close he'd come to orgasm already. It was all he could do to lean back against Mabu, reaching up to wrap one arm around the statue's neck and brace his hand against the opposite arm. He knew what was coming next, and let out a slow breath to focus on relaxing his body. Senku was watching him, and he didn't want to alarm his new friend. The head of Mabu's cock breached him easily, Natsume's body stretching to accommodate as the statue let him down over it slowly. His body started to tremble all on its own, and he opened his eyes to seek out Senku as he gasped, locking eyes with the other boy, feeling his body adjust as he sank down, and down even more.

When he was finally seated in Mabu's lap, there was a very noticeable bulge behind the skin of his stomach and under his ribcage. The statue itself seemed to give a pleased sigh, but it only allowed Natsume a moment to get used to just how full he was before starting to move. That was too much for Natsume, making him cry out as the receding orgasm was suddenly pulled right out of him.

If Senku was a little too close to the action, well. Natsume could apologize later.]

[swordpour]

(she isn't wrong on that, texas could understand given time and effort too well the idea. after all, she walked away from something far too similar that she refuses to speak about. maybe not something as large as war between a nations own; that's not the part of it she would relate to were she genuinely more open. but she's not, she won't be. not even those around her knew about the truth with her life back in columbia until much later. people that she should have trusted.

cared for too whenever she did think there's a slight hunger there, it wasn't anything out the ordinary. they aren't going to get hurt for trying to eat something, right? it isn't like the snacks smelt off were anything done to tamper with them. she would have noticed given her sense of smell being excellent for what she is.)

I don't think I've ate since last night....I remember getting dinner, then finding out there wasn't any hotels around since I was out on a delivery.

(which led into her getting comfortable in her backseat after taking a chance to smoke briefly. the rest? the rest is obvious, given she went from her car to this within that time period. she won't ask reed where her mark could be; she's going to assume she's not alone on that point before taking a seat nearby. not close enough physically, but enough to manage to eat with whenever she grabs one of the apples.

nothing ventured, nothing gained, she muses before she bites down into it with those wolfish teeth of hers. tasted the same as usual, surprisingly, she would not put it past some manner of issues coming up after getting kidnapped by strangers.)

[senku]

[Senku's takeaway is he should leave the rescue efforts to other people. Hitting the ground hurts more than the chalky arrow ever could have. He's not even sure if he managed to save Aak from getting hit. The jab he felt near his shoulder could have just as easily been an elbow as an arrow.

Not even any appreciation. He opens his mouth to jab back at him, but instead:]

I'd like it better if you were saving that ass for me.

[What.

Senku is usually pretty good at rolling with whatever happens, but he looks downright offended at the words that just came out of his own mouth.]

[senku]

A little lower and to your right.

[Yes, just like that. Pay no mind to the free-swinging dong to your left.]

I want to not be tied to a pole naked, but I don't think a rescue mission would go over too well.

[stripsearch]

Mm, I wouldn't know anything about that. As far as I know, Naoto-kun only ever solved the one case with us after awakening her Persona, and we got Adachi to confess...

[Hang on.] Wait, does that mean you were just walking around with a Persona all the time? If you were using it to solve crimes.

You didn't awaken it in the TV world?

[chiffonades]

[ It’s only thanks to the handful of stories that Zeff shared of his time on the Grand Line that Sanji’s initial instinct is to just accept it when Buggy mentions ghosts because they should be impossible. Impossible things can happen— and have, given exactly where they are— and they’re just something anyone aboard a pirate ship headed there needs to be prepared. He just shakes his head. ] Got it. No visiting the haunted porn-filled library when the sunsets. This shitty resort just can’t keep things simple, can it?

[ The slight smile on his face falters when the clown brings up Luffy again and again, his instinct is to agree with him. ] Doesn’t really seem possible he won, yeah.

[ And that really begs the question of what, exactly, happened to his Captain. Buggy obviously doesn’t know, which means he’ll need to look elsewhere for answers eventually. ]

Me? They’ll bring anything I want if I ask it. [ His shoulders lift in a shrug as he glances at a nearby waiter. He’s hungry, but it’s not the kind of hunger that food can sate. ] Eat it or don’t, I’ll still have more if I need it. [ The cooks have already assured him that nothing will go to waste, but… he doesn’t quite trust anyone employed here, even if they are fellow chefs.

There’s a slight pause before he adds, almost grudgingly. ] Maybe you aren’t that bad after all, Buggy. Thanks.

[chiffonades]

[ Loki can tell him to think nothing of it, but it’s something Sanji won’t forget anytime soon, either. Not everyone is the sort of person to simply help a stranger out of the kindness of their heart. ]

So weird shit like this is common around here? Not being hungry, but… strange things happening for the first time? [ He’s still trying to fully wrap his head around, well, everything. That possibility doesn’t exactly bother him. He was prepared for a life full of the unexpected the moment he left his home on the Baratie and joined a pirate crew, but he has a feeling that what this place is going to keep throwing at him are things completely beyond his imagination. ]

Sounds like I really do need to play in this place’s shitty game. [ There’s a slight pause before adds another question. ] What, uh, what sorts of things can happen? If you do push it?

[snakelace]

[ There’s probably no way he can actually punish Midnight for acting like himself, but maybe he’s fine with that. Maybe he can even play a little rough, even if most would find him too tame and gentle even then.

At least when they’re not ass-deep inside of him like this. It’s very difficult for him to envision the various interesting forms of torture only doctors can dream of…

But ooooh, he’ll get back at Midnight for all of this. Even if he’d wanted it.

Eventually. ]

Not…enough…

[ There’s heat there, and friction, and Midnight’s hand engulfing him the way he’s engulfing that cock, and still he can’t quite feel the burn, the smoldering desire igniting into something fierce and hot and hard…

He tilts his head to the side, mouthing his request against Midnight’s neck—a vampire’s kiss— ]

I must…feel you more… Make…Make me feel you…alive…

[ He’s not in any position to make sense right now. ]

[blundering]

[ It's not easy running from a statue while carrying a body. It's easier to crash and burn, tumbling into things and other people. Well, unless a statue counts as a person, which technically it does. The statue seems to have other plans, namely working its way through the through of chairs. If Jun wasn't what one might consider a jock, the statue would've caught up by now.

There he catches sight of it—a rope lying motionless on the ground, while the clanging of the statue echoes in the background. Determined to put an end to this once and for all, he moves ahead with Natsume on his back. But first, he'll make sure to secure a spot to set him down, ensuring the statue doesn’t charge ahead, snatching their quarry! Jun isn’t about to go through all this trouble for nothing!

As he untangles the rope, he shifts it across the space, moving it from one side to the other. After pushing down a few more chairs, Jun fastens the rope between them, pulling it taut to ensure everything is firmly in place. Hopefully, the statue can't see what he's doing through the curtain falling as it seems they've moved to focus on Natsume instead.

As he remains concealed behind the curtain, it appears the statue is oblivious to his presence from this vantage point. He isn't intentionally showcasing Natsume as a prize, hoping to entice the statue to approach! After all, this is all part of Jun's strategy. As the statue inches nearer, navigating around the toppled chairs and coming into his view, it halts, realising there's no way forward with the rope connecting the chairs. ]

Gotcha ♪

[ He mumbles quietly, pulling fiercely on the rope, hoping for the statue to come crashing down along with it. The statue struggles to escape, but Jun is determined to hold his ground. With one final, powerful pull, the statue lurches forward, crashing into the chair ahead. The head of the statue crumbled to nothing but dust. While Jun may feel the burn in his muscles afterwards, but he’ll just consider it a quick, mini-workout.

Jun ought to head over to Natsume to make sure everything's alright, but first, he needs a moment to recover as the adrenaline begins to wear off. Hang tight over there! ]