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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! ♥

artemy burakh / pathologic 2 / current player, re-apping!
[ it feels wrong at first, to be this comfortable. the faint, cloistering warmth of the sheets, the breeze the smells just like sea salt. which is the one detail that gets him to slowly open his eyes. it's jarring at first, the light, like being under scrutiny, and he pushes himself up on his elbows at first, a headache beginning to form at the front of his skull, incessant. his mouth dry like dust, eyes squinting a little at the sun rising through gauzy curtains.
oh.
oh.
this is not right, none of this is right actually and while he'd love to move a little faster, his body is insistant upon laying back, getting a little more sleep. he's cold, actually, but just reaches out a hand to rub at his own shoulder, he feels the faint pattern of lines treading slowly down his upper arm, thick, then branching outwards like roots, steadily, an infrequent circulatory system-like design. as his eyes observe the marks in silver briefly, a soft 'tch' leaves his lips. ]
The hell's this -
[ muttering until he finally realizes he is, a glance at the watch pinned to his wrist again and a memory of being here once before. a shiver works its way down his spine as he gathers some of the sheets in one hand, over a suspiciously person-type-looking lump. he uncovers whoever it is a little rudely, to have a peek at whoever's been made his bedfellow now, though his expression is just tired and confused. ]
You up?
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[ this? this is nothing new. he's known gnawing, agonizing hunger before and all he does is tamp it down. cool cool cool cool he defintiely doesn't look like he's freaking out, but he sure is on the inside. inside feelings stay on the inside, while outside feelings are just. muted. if he happens to see someone who's been scrambling around way too long, he's just going to wave away a swath of whatever servants have been trying to cling to him and gesture. ]
Sit with me for a while and take a load off. Doctor's orders.
[ sliding down a plate, untouched completely. ]
At the very least someone should be eating here. And it gets some of these hovering busybodies away from me.
[ as much as he'd like to take part, he can at least give the food to someone else who's been busting their ass. this place sucks. there is, of course, a faint crease in his brow as the sound of someone's extremely hungry stomach just growls. displeased. so much food and not a single bit of satisfaction from it. it's not unlike home, so he actually doesn't seem as physically uncomfortable with it. he's got the bearings and hollows of a man who is used to hunger. ]
beak/talon locker rooms.
[ should he be "stooping so low" as to tend to the wounds gained by certain matches? no. will he because no one can tell him what the fuck to do? yes. so instead of seated somewhere watching the various matches and challenges and oiled up people throwing each other into pits and what have you, he's over here with some first aid and extremely good hands. a guy his size shouldn't be capable of being so delicate, but it's clear after watching him tend to a couple of no-name servants made to fight, that his touch is light, and his voice low and growl-like, but with a quiet sort of sincerity to it.
as he bandages a sprain carefully, fingers drawing over it as if to catch the strains and pains of it: "don't go swinging that around. they give you trouble, send them to me."
or maybe a bad cut from a nasty strike in combat: "wait a couple rounds before you go in if you're itching for a fight that badly, hm?"
and so on. he doesn't seem to mind being kept busy, even though the weird hovering servants don't know what to do but stand in a corner and play cards. if you happen to approach of your own will: ]
Yeah, yeah, I'm sure you're a real brave person who can walk it off. [ going flat in tone: ] Now that we've established that load of bullshit, sit - let me have a look.
[ whether you're wounded or just need to take some time off your feet and don't actually have injuries, he's willing to fake it for you to grab a breather. otherwise, have a bad bruise? twist your ankle? hit your head and need a nice warm lap to lay in (no)? come here. if you look injured, he just waves you over. come on, keep him busy so they don't go putting him back on a dais or something. ]
wildcard.
[ hi it's char i'm back with this clown, who's woken up from his rock nap. if you have any other desires/ideas/prompts, please feel free to drop them off here. want to end up fighting each other to let off a little steam? sure. want to get stuck in the showers together and get horny? by all means. he's not a resort virgin but i think you should still buy him at the wildcard auction if you want because he'd be Violent about it. i do not hate ANY of these prompts whatsoever, so i'm down to clown with all of them if there's another you'd prefer. feel free to pp me on plurk @ highthemme or discord me @ gutshot. (with a period)
also slides you my permissions with a kinklist attached if you did wanna get nasty. ]
Beak/Talon with a bit of Wildcard as discussed.
Standing tall with chin upright and covered in mud and oil is a certain boxer. While he isn't quite a wrestler, the man definitely knew how to handle himself to a bit of some wrangling. Something like this is something he shines at. Fighting in a mud pit is just another kind of ring and Wriothesley won't pretend that he doesn't love a good fight or challenge.]
Alright. Who's next? [Wriothesley knows he'll lose eventually, but he's going to see how far he gets anyways. A grin is on his face as he swipes some mud off his cheek.] Come on, now.
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the man who stands before wriothesley is broad in the shoulders, but it's clear he has had pockets of starvation in his life, a series of ugly, old scars - stab wounds, gunshot wounds, gouging things and burn scars littered in the spaces between mud and dirt used to cover up those malevolent divine marks that had carved their way into his skin. defilement. that's what he feels. ]
What, you already chewed through the others?
[ a soft crack of the neck, a rolling of his shoulders (remnants of personification) artemy comes forward, pumping his arms once as the muscles in him come to life. ]
Try me, then.
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Wriothesley grins as he widens his stance and he crouches just a little bit, bringing himself a little lower.]
A lot of people here are more bark than bite. Some have egos they want to feed, not knowing how bruised it'll be by the end of the night. [He gives the other a once over.] They aren't quite ready to fight like you and I.
[He runs forward to reach out and start grappling with the other.]
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Mm. That's more like it - come, then.
[ the man runs toward him, and artemy accepts the grapple, but there's a pincering strength to his arms, momentum in his heels. a bull does not dodge, it hooks horns with its quarry. a bull won't fight unless its territory has been encroached upon, or unless its blood is up, and frankly, the entire place puts artemy on edge. but this? this is better. there is only respect in the way that artemy mantles his strength, grappling back with the other, lowering his head and giving a sharp shove back, fingers dug into shoulders.
he could twist from it, utilize momentum to shake him away (or attempt it), but why not see just how strong this man feels? why not let him push and see what awaits? this is not a test, this is a greeting, almost. ]
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He arches a brow at Artemy, startled to see the towering man.]
Hmph. And how long have you been back here? Without even so much as a "hello".
[Daan won't say it, but he'd been quietly concerned when Artemy seemed to just vanish. A lot of people have, and yet somehow Daan is still stuck in this fucking place.
Well, his luck has never been especially good, anyway.
Daan sits down next to him, as ordered. No, he does not miss the telltale sound of a hungry stomach, something he also regrettably can relate to. The unnatural growing hunger during the Termina festival, thankfully, has not followed Daan here. So he has that going for him.]
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[ but there is a wry smile at the corner of his mouth, a tired one. he is sight for sore eyes.
especially when this entire day has been a sore of a sort. he doesn't like any of this, thanks. he already has the weight of a people on his shoulders, a boon and burden, a promise left by his father. he doesn't want a weirdly worshipful entourage. he shrugs a shoulder, elbow leaned against the arm of his chair while waving someone else away. he is fine with This One. thanks. ]
If I'd had time to myself I'd have made the rounds. As it stands, I don't want to drag this cursed lot around with me to see people. Been trying to shake 'em...
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[Not that Daan has been so fortunate with that part either, but he has no one to blame but himself and his lack of self-preservation. To Daan's credit, he is trying to improve that particular behavior.]
Can't blame you for that. I'd say you came at a bad time, but I don't think there's ever really a good time to show up at this shitshow. As far as people to serve goes, I suppose I could do worse.
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It's always a bad time here is what little I learned last go.
[ a tilt of the head, a nod in turn. ]
The people are what make it bearable. Rather have you sitting here than ten of those weirdos. Unless you've got something better to be doing right now with how this place is running right now.
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[Some of this involves medical treatment. It's a good excuse to see these bodies up close and personal. It's also a great testing grounds. The same desperation that the royalty enjoyed was able to be exploited to pass along pills and powders. He's got a long list of results noted down on his Watch, including,]
[At least one man coming to Artemy with a complete lack of sensation in his arm and an inability to move it. There is no pain, as was promised, but it seems like whatever is blocking the nerve endings has created a cascade of problems in the tissue actually being able to repair its injury. It flops around like a limp eel when manipulated.]
Hey, hey, what're you doin' going to someone else, didn't we have a dea-
[When the catboy drug peddler storms up to the scene, he's acting much grander than his tiny stature allows for. However, looking at the person his patient went to does surprise him. He had a few people in mind, when he heard about another doctor treating people down here. This wasn't anyone he expected because it was someone he hadn't seen in the halls for some time. And at an earlier point he had actually looked.]
[He's not familiar enough to say anything meaningful but it does make him bite his lower lip on his outraged entrance.]
Uh, hey. [casual, whatever, it's fine]
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[ he has a good memory for these sorts of things, even when he was once put in stone. a profile does, after all, at least share a picture. he doesn't seem to balk much at all, or stop what he's doing for that matter, his eyes focused on the other's arm with a pointed furrow to his brow. there's something most definitely off about this particularly floppy limb (i hate that fucking phrase).
there's not so much Anger really, as just a plain and simple question as he handles the limb for a moment longer, a twitch to his brow as though he's perhaps seeing something he doesn't like to see while looking at the very arm. ]
You know something about this?
[ something about "going to someone else" just makes him cast his hunch wherever it happens to land. ]
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Yea, [his tail swishes as he consider the best way to explain himself]
This guy here, [he pats a hand down on the fighter's good shoulder, an action that makes the man jump silently as if he were expecting more,] someone told him what sorta things might happen if he didn't throw his next match. 'Course, not a lotta people enjoy losing, gettin' the shit kicked out of 'em...
So, I made him a lil' shot. Nice, easy, pain-free loss! Just, ah, bit of a side effect on the injection side.
[an understatement]
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[ he wrinkles his nose, a hand passing over the arm carefully. this poor guy is really just under scrutiny, but that's because artemy's eyes seem to be tracing over something imperceptible.
he certainly doesn't seem angry, in fact, there's a curiosity in his eyes. this is... unique. ]
The other layers are in need of repair, but if he can't feel it, his body won't be able to react to heal.
You have an antidote of some kind?
[ his fingers travel up with scrutiny, seeing the seam of shoulder and neck, then down to clavicle. there's a mild look of "aha" in his eyes, but he doesn't look particularly thrilled. ]
I have something I could try, but it'd be less than pleasant.
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arrival.
[ uncovering the person-shaped lump also reveals a mostly awake and disgruntled he's not much of a sleeper to begin with. also it's probably because he's forced to lie in a bed in one of a couple of ways because of a thick, spiked tail that dangles off of his side of the bed. this time, sleeping on his stomach lets him avoid having to accidentally impale someone if he does somehow doze off and start having any kind of dream. bloody dreams. violent dreams. possibly annoying ones involving other servants with the name cú. ]
What. You got a problem?
[ clawed fingers tap the pillow, threatening to rip into the soft downy feathered cushion. ]
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Nope. No problems here.
[ the first instict could be to completely just try and beat this person who is in bed with him to death, but he considers his own mortality and the fact that that's a tail that could probably beat you to death faster, and yeah. he's not winning this one, maybe. not at the capacity he is. ]
Though I have to say this is a first.
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offto death. that's kind of hot. except berserker wouldn't call it anything but business as usual. the fact that he didn't already try to eviscerate said man in his bed is probably a good thing? a step towards the preservation of humanity or some similarity to whatever his other cú brethren may have done... ]I agree. This is a first.
[ he sniffs. ]
And hopefully the last.
[ thumps the bed with his tail, which also... puts a few new holes in it. oops. ]
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Just after she finishes up curling a tongue of healing flame around someone's sprained ankle, she gets to her feet and looks for the next one. But instead she finds him, assuming...]
You've made a mistake. I'm fine. [Her tail, thick and flame-tipped as it is, lashes slightly. She's actually annoyed.] You should send anyone injured my way.
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[ he fixes her with just a mildly annoyed look back. yeha you swish that tail. ]
Easy mistake, but my apologies - lots of injured coming in and out. My eyes got crossed.
[ a little nod of the head ]
Neat trick. Never seen any healing work like that before.
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...You're right. There's no reason we can't both work. [Maybe she's just agitated from being here. From the needless, endless fighting. It hits a little too close to home.]
It's my Arts. Mmm, the people here, call it... magic? [She shrugs.] I can only do so much.
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She blinks up at him with bleary eyes, disgruntled, and it takes her a moment to register the question he asked her. ]
I am now.
[ Yawning, she sits up and looks around, more curious than confused--still a little groggy, though. This is fancier than last time, but she knows the upgrade isn't permanent. She's still a Five, at the end of the day.
Anyway, might as well meet the new person. ]
I'm Navia. Who're you?
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used to it maybe? this place, last he recalled, was a strange one. ]
Burakh... been a while since I woke up with one of these strapped to me.
'Least it's not outside in some woods, I guess.
Wildcard!! Auction time.
The high bid on a certain, bullish man is settled and called by the auctioneer. While he could see Marina clearly from atop his podium, Artemy himself could only have seen the wave a delicate hand, frantically bidding up and up until nobody else could compete. Artemy is quickly herded off the stage to a private waiting room, where he's supposed to meet his new "owner".
A certain girl with pigtails is on the other side of the door. She waits in the empty hall with something like eagerness and something like disbelief. Hope that feels silly of her. It's probably- some other Artemy? Isn't that how this can work? People can come and go and be different than they once were...
She speaks through the door, not willing to open it just yet,]
Hey, handsome. [She calls out to him,]
Read any good books lately?
[Is it really you, Artemy?]
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there's the muttered grumble of "i'm telling you i've been here before i—" before he hears marina through the door and pauses, low, borderline feral snarl building and then dissipating. ]
... Trouble. [ softer, with a little bit of gruff affection as he steps closer to that door ] No... picking's been real dry. Guess I should come back to my old favorites... yeah?
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[It's him. The same him. Really? Truly?
Marina bounces on her toes, fingers pressed forward into the door. She nudges her forehead against it, a feeling of anticipation keeping her from just opening it up. Her guard is still up, though she's become so much more open hearted in the time since she last saw Artemy, there is still a part of her very afraid of hurt,
She teases, drawing out the reunion with a chew of her bottom lip,]
Which ones are those? There's the one about a grouchy, patch eyed stray in checkered pants. You might like that one, still.
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locker rooms!
[ Baizhu isn’t really injured himself, having managed to weasel himself away with some other pressing chore to excuse himself from the arena, where he’d be unlikely to survive.
Or at least his dignity won’t.
But he’d been watching this one for a time, taking in his methods, the great care and quiet firmness in his words and gestures, and he can’t help but approach, intrigued. ]
I came here to tend to the injured as well, though I see you have the task well enough in hand.