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TDM 05
【 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
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.
GILDED CAGE
AN ENDLESS FEAST
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.
PHOENIX CASINO
ALEA IACTA EST
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.
BEAK
ENTERTAIN YOUR BETTERS
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.
TALON
SHOW OF STRENGTH
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.
INDULGENCE
DESIRES FROM THE VOID
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.
OOC NOTES
▶ 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! ♥
▶ 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! ♥
arrival (also SCREAMING, i'm just very sorry that edwin is from mid-AML)
There's a bit of a groan from the person beside Alan....and then a long, tense silence as the noise registers as more than noise. As it registers as speech.
Edwin did not go to bed with anyone last night. Edwin may occasionally dally with people here, but he never goes to sleep with them. Which means, of course, that something ridiculous has once again happened. Edwin sits up, frowning down at tunic he's apparently acquired overnight.
...Something ridiculous has happened. He's not in his own suite and actually the intense opulence of the room takes him a moment to digest before he turns to actually take in his bedmate.
"Welcome to the Golden Peacock," he intones somewhat dryly. As he looks Alan over, there isn't even a hint of recognition in his eyes. "And before you ask or accuse, I have nothing to do with your being here."
SCREAMING BACK, OH MY GOD OF ALL THE PROMPTS
"Edwin?"
Later, Alan will think that the way he scrambles to sit upright and put space between them may have come off as insulting. In the moment, his mind is such a jumble of questions that his body seems to have taken matters into its own hands, and taken steps to make sure there's no hint of impropriety to be had. Edwin Courcey is not a man Alan has ever considered sharing a bed with, unless circumstances were truly strange.
Which. Well. Circumstances hardly seem normal.
"The what? The Peacock? Fuckin' hell, what have you lot gotten into this time?"
\o/ it seemed like the best one
"We haven't met."
It's a statement that's also a question. This absolute stranger is acting very much as if he knows Edwin - he knows his name at least, and that reference to Edwin's 'lot' - but of course Edwin does not know Alan.
'This time' is another oddity that pulls at Edwin's confusion and curiosity, suggesting some...other trouble that Alan associates with him. But that isn't the most pressing concern.
(And yes, Edwin does note how Alan practically jumps away from him. He doesn't take it as insulting: he'd have done the same if this weren't becoming too old hat.)
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His expression is creeping from surprise to alarm, though. He can't remember the actual moment Bastoke's memory spell worked, of course; the memory of Bastoke's first attempt, when Alan had made an effort to perturb it, exists like the memory of a vivid nightmare. Could someone have cast something like that on Edwin? Or--
"You don't remember me. Has someone been at you with that mint stuff?"
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For all that it's a correction, it sounds slightly more like it's once simply made on principle and ever so slightly less like Edwin believes that Alan is lying to him. In truth, he isn't sure why Alan would.
Except to possibly gain his trust, of course. To use him in some way. He is obviously from the same place Edwin is. Could he be working with Walter? Possibly. Except:
"Lethe-mint." Edwin also corrects. A magician would know the right word. Unless Alan is also just pretending that as well. Edwin's brows carve a deeper furrow. "I don't think so.....as far as I'm aware there's no way to get your hands on it here."
And as far as he knows, no one dosed him with it at home. Though of course he wouldn't know.
"How do we know each other, then?"
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Mm. No. Probably not. Probably raises more questions than it answers. ]
I'm a friend of Jack Alston's. And Maud Blythe.
[ And Edwin, more or less, enough to be on a first name basis. That thought makes Alan realize he hasn't actually introduced himself. It feels silly to have to. ]
I'm Alan Ross. I write for the Sphere?
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"Jack Alston. I see."
What precisely he sees, Edwin is not elaborating on. (He is, of course, not completely uncurious about the fact that Alan has also named Robin's sister but the fact that this man is apparently a friend of Hawthorn's makes Edwin immediately suspicious enough to eclipse that for the moment.)
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"I doubt that. I barely see where I am with his lordship some days."
The title drips with irony, but that doesn't entirely hide his fondness, either. Not if someone is looking.
"Listen, you and I, and Robin and Maud and Violet, and Jack too, we all worked together on the Last Contract business. You can--" He hesitates, changes what he was going to say slightly. "I think I could make a truth spell work on me, if you cast it."
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"Of all those names, I am only acquainted with Baron Hawthorn and Robin Blythe."
He can't even begin to guess who this Violet is.
What's more: "I don't--" know how to do a truth spell, Edwin is about to say, and then frowns in vague memory of something he'd read at home about the subject. "I've only ever seen a theory about creating a truth spell." His eyes narrow once again at Alan and then he abruptly gets up off the bed.
"Come on, then."
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Except -- this shouldn't be a magical problem to him. That truth-candle Maud had on the Lyric was his work, Alan is sure of that. And not being acquainted with Maud doesn't make any sense. Could someone really have wiped away that much of Edwin's memory?
Maybe. But it feels like something else is going on.
"As you like, Mr. Courcey," he mutters, rolling his eyes. It takes a moment for him to untangle himself from the covers and clamber off the bed. The bloody thing could sleep three easily.
"Where on Earth are we?" he adds. The view out the window is nowhere in Britain he's ever seen.
APOLOGIES, I was away last weekend and then got buried by other game tags
Edwin is also staring out at the view...really more like squinting at it. Then he turns slowly on his heel, looking for-- Ah.
"We're not actually at the top of a mountain, despite how it may appear." Edwin points to the dark rectangle set off a ways past and behind the bed. "There's our exit."
It doesn't seem like Edwin plans to elaborate further yet, as he turns and begins walking towards the door.
No worries at all! sometimes like that it be
Well, not the resort bit, though he could probably have hazarded that guess. Alan pauses, squinting at the window in imitation. Trying to see what is there, if the mountains and sea aren't. He's seen past window-illusions before, after all, it shouldn't be too hard.
The view stubbornly remains itself. Alan feels a twist in his stomach of -- something. He'll call it annoyance. Better that than worry, just yet.
Turning, he lengthens his stride to catch up with Edwin. It occurs to him that the tunic he's wearing is not exactly modest, but now doesn't seem like the time to halt and look for a dressing gown.
"'Not on a mountain' leaves an awful lot of places we could be, you know."
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Reaching the door, Edwin twists the handle and pushes, revealing what is very clearly the corridor of a very lavish hotel.
...It's about around that time that he also seems to realize (again) that he's wearing much less then he would like to be and he frowns down at his own attire. Paused in the doorway, he glances back at Alan.
"...We'll see about flagging down a housekeeper for spare robes."
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Oddly, he finds it a little comforting to hear Edwin say we, there. It implies that, even if Edwin has forgotten who he is and categorized him derogatorily as "a friend of Baron Hawthorn," he isn't going to just leave Alan to fend for himself with ... whatever this is. He follows along, trying not to look self-conscious and largely succeeding.
"A building with no exits and fake mountains. It has to be magic, hasn't it?"
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"From what I understand, the fake mountains are...something other than magic. Though I admit that was more complex that what I've seen before. But no exits...that is a bit more likely."
At that point, he reaches the housekeeper. "Hello. Do you have two spare robes you could give us?"
But the housekeeper is just....looking over his shoulder at Alan and instead of answering Edwin, they address the former.
"Sir?"
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Call him a prick, but even under these circumstances, he's a bit amused by someone giving an aristocrat the cut direct.
"Er, if you please," he says. "Couple of robes would be lovely."
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The housekeeper nods, telling them that it'll be just a moment before disappearing down the hall a ways. Edwin is quiet during that time but not in brooding way. He even thanks the housekeeper when they bring back the two robes and also does not raise a fuss when Alan is handed his robe first.
Pulling his robe closed around him with an expression of relief, he gestures down the corridor again.
"This way."
And he's off, leading the way to the elevators.
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"Mad, this is," he mutters, following after Edwin. Out in the corridors, now, he's glancing every which way to try and take in the surroundings. The finery reminds him of the first-class cabins on the Lyric. There's considerably more space here, and the aesthetics have a foreign air of futuristic shine and minimalism.
(And for a moment, in a mirror-polished wall, he thinks he sees a reflection of familiar broad shoulders and walnut hair. When he jerks to look over his shoulder, though, no one's there, and the reflection is only himself when he looks back.)
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A short walk brings them to an array of elevators, and after a short wait there is an elevator for them to step into. Edwin...looks very much like a man who has many questions to ask but is restraining himself from asking.
Mostly because every question he has will need to be repeated if he really can manage to cobble together the truth spell that Alan seems to think he can do.
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"I've had worse," he replies, though he doesn't entirely sound like he believes it. "Nobody's pointed a gun at me yet. That helps."
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He presses the button for the 8th floor and then leans back against one wall of the elevator, lifting a brow slightly in Alan's direction.
"Do you often find guns pointed at you?"
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"More often than I'd like."
He pauses, considering Edwin. One of the few times someone had a pistol on him had been after the destruction of the Barrel, when his betrayal had been revealed and Violet -- and Maud, and Edwin, he's fairly sure, and everyone -- seemed half-ready to kill him. That was months ago, of course. The shame of the memory is thankfully softened by distance, though he's not sure he'll ever entirely escape it.
It's strange, to have history with someone who doesn't know you from Adam.
"I'm afraid I'm not giving you a very respectable first impression."
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