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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
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.
ROYALSRoyal 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.
SERVANTSServant 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 BEASTAny numbered ranks that have displeased a Wildcard or royal will be thrown into the arena to fight barehanded against hungry tigers and lions. If there are no troublemakers on hand to throw into the arena for entertainment, low rank servants will be forcibly volunteered instead.

    ► Those alleged hungry tigers and lions? They are other servants dressed up in sexy animal costumes. While staff will take genuine volunteers for this role first, they will forcibly volunteer low rank servants into the role if needed. All costumes are revealing and offer little protection. There is an assortment of looks to choose from, not just tigers and lions, though whether or not a servant gets to pick their outfit depends on how charitable the arena master is feeling.

    ► Matches will end when one party can no longer continue or the audience is sufficiently amused. Royals and Wildcards are permitted to partake if they please, and there will be no consequences if they decide to withdraw.
    RACE TRACK ► Royals and Wildcards are invited to participate in horse racing. Only, there are no horses to be found — all the “horses” are servants! Any chosen servant must carry their master over the finish line. While piggyback rides may make the most sense for a race like this, many of the high class prefer more elegant positions, so anything goes. Horses are required to wear a bridle at all times during the race.

    Servants are also allowed to participate as jockeys as long as they observe the hierarchy. Servants may ride any servant of a lower rank. Aces are ordered to walk around with a poop shovel and bag, even if there won’t be any real horse poop lining the track (probably).

    Royals and Wildcards are also invited to participate in private horse racing. These races involve no track, taking place in the back of Beak in private rooms furnished with cushions and silks. Like with the public races, royals and Wildcards may select any servant that catches their eye. Unlike the public races, the goal here is to make their ‘horse’ orgasm as quickly as possible. Times will be saved on their Watches. The faster a master makes their horse come the more bragging rights they have.

    Servants are once again allowed to participate as jockeys as long as they observe the hierarchy. The higher ranked servant must make the lower ranked servant orgasm as quickly as they can. While the ‘horse’ may offer mutual comfort they will receive no accolades for their skills.
    TALON
    SHOW OF STRENGTH
    Talon is bustling with warriors training for the arena. Several strength building stations have been set up, including benches for royals to perch on while warriors bench press them. Additions have been made to Talon as well; multiple mud pits have been dug for warriors to participate in some mud wrestling between arena battles.

    Servants that appear too fragile to handle mud wrestling have been conscripted into the oil bearer role. Their job is to slather the warriors in oil from head to toe, and otherwise prepare them for their matches in either the arena or in the pit. This includes styling their hair, tending to their wounds, and wiping the sweat off of their bodies if so desired.

    The locker rooms that connect Beak and Talon have been fully stocked with first aid kits and luxury bathing supplies. Warriors that have won their matches get first pick, leaving the dirty towels and shampoo that smells like ass for the losers to sift through. Those sneaky ghost hands are having a field day, snapping rat tails at unsuspecting bathers and locking naked warriors together in the supply closet. Guests lacking vigilance may find their bottoms unexpectedly pinched.
    MUSCLE CONTEST ► Who can appeal to the royals and Wildcards most? It’s a competition based on aesthetics! Strip down, oil up, and flex your muscles to earn a high score from the judges. Royals and Wildcards may issue a score between 1 to 10, with 10 being the highest.

    Wildcards and royals are welcome to join in the competition. For some reason, their scores always end up being 10 no matter how skinny or noodly they may be! The flattery and praise for their stunning looks and bodies is endless. No need to work out, my lord, my lady. You’re stunning as is! Truly no body is more perfect!

    Servants are not only allowed, but encouraged, to bribe royals and Wildcards into giving them a high score. While chips and gifts can certainly be offered, isn’t the most compelling argument some hands on experience? Staff will hint to competing warriors that offering sexual favors to the judges may help improve their scores. What better way to prove their physique is the most superior than to put it to work?

    ► Royals and Wildcards may purchase warriors for their exclusive entertainment if they so desire. Staff are eager to impress these nobles and make a pretty penny in the process. While this isn’t an official auction, these sneaky staff aren’t above making sure the elite and their requested warrior are left alone in a locked room. You grease my palms, I’ll make sure that sexy warrior greases yours.
    WRESTLING MATCHES ► Guests will find that a deep mud pit has been added to the front hub of Talon. Servants are stripped and oiled down before being thrown into the pit to wrestle for the entertainment of the nobles. While staff will take volunteers for wrestling matches, they will also grab whoever looks good, even if they’re just passing by! On-lookers place bets during the matches. The winner of the match will receive a small cut of the prize money.

    ► Wildcards and royals may enter as well. Servants are expected to throw their matches if they’re facing a noble… and if they don’t, they may be facing some unexpected consequences! All suits are sensitive to the hierarchy and will suddenly flare if a servant starts thrashing a noble.

    ► During a match-up of nobles, it is expected that the lower ranked noble will throw the match in favor of the higher ranked noble. While royal suits will not flare if this isn’t adhered to, discipline between royals isn’t unheard of!

    Some matches are held under “Special House Rules” — which means that the winner of the match gets to claim and fuck the loser. On-lookers will jeer and demand that the winner publicly fuck the loser where they can watch, but private rooms are available for the winner to claim their spoils of war without sharing.
    WAYWARD ARROWS ► An archery range with targets has been established for warriors to show off their shooting skills. Like the arena, there are benches and boxes for the audience to admire this graceful art — or to throw tomatoes from when a warrior misses the mark! Both servants and nobles are welcome to participate as archers.

    Servants have been conscripted to act as moving targets across the range. They are told to heckle the archers while avoiding their arrows, and only advised that the arrows won’t pierce their bodies if they get hit. It’s all fun and games. We can’t have all of our servants dying en masse!

    During this portion of the games, archers will be given an assortment of charmed arrows with chalk tips that elicit different effects:

  • RED ARROW: Chalk powder from red arrows will trigger an intense need for physical release by grinding, humping, or frotting.
  • BLUE ARROW: Chalk powder from blue arrows is pure aphrodisiac. Inhaling this powder will cause close spike to near-orgasm, one that the target will find that cannot be completed by their own hand.
  • GREEN ARROW: Chalk powder from green arrows will stir neediness. The hit target will suffer cravings to be sticky and hug, climb, and generally latch on to another person.
  • PURPLE ARROW: Chalk powder from purple arrows will cause a bad case of loose lips. This may manifest in a compulsion to loudly speak in pretentious purple prose, dirty talk, or say otherwise hilarious things for the amusement of the audience.

  • ► Effects from the arrows will wear off within the hour. Multiple hits from differently colored arrows can create fun new effects so feel free to get creative!




    INDULGENCE
    DESIRES FROM THE VOID
    The spirit of the festivities rouses something primal. With emotions heightened, the core of the Golden Peacock responds in kind. It drinks in the sweat of the warriors in the arena. Inhales the laughter of the royals using servants as furniture. Basks in the brilliant glow of fresh Wildcards. The portraits in the elevators are rowdier than usual and the chandeliers lining the hallways gleam with new vibrance. Energy is palpable.

    Things begin to move around the resort. The forgotten and the old exhale a dusty breath. Like the hunger that the Wildcards woke up with upon arrival, as its heart begins to beat quicker, there is a tension in the air of those things hungering to feed. To join in, and indulge. To get what they want.

    And they’re coming out.
    GALATEA ► Statues around the resort begin to stir. First it’s with a hazy blink, moving to the slow creak of their stiff mouths. Eventually they break off of their pedestals and out of their poses before clumsily making their way down the hallways, stone feet an emphasized thump with every step. They tremble, their cold stone bodies aching for warmth and human embrace.

    Statues around the resort have begun trying to kidnap guests for themselves. Once they’ve spotted a guest they want, they will stop at nothing to try and drag them back to their pedestal to spend forever locked in love’s embrace with them. They do not need food, drink, or rest.

    There are two ways to put a statue to rest. One is to engage the statue in battle and break off its head. Once the head is broken off, it will cease to have a spirit and crumble to dust. The second is to involve the statue in a physical act of intimacy — have a threesome with it! Or twosome, if someone is willing to watch. In the case of the second, statues will return to their pedestals satisfied upon completion.

    ► Statues that end up destroyed may drop a small lore hint. They will wheeze as their stone begins to disintegrate, their stone eyes dripping liquid gold tears. “I just wanted to feel alive again… I wanted to feel like you again… to be whole,” will slip past their marble lips before they crumble away.
    NARCISSUS ► Gaze into the water. Admire your pretty face, the curve of your lips, the squint of your eyes... wait, are you winking at yourself?! Over the next few weeks, water-based reflections will begin acting of their own free will. They have the ability to move within the scope of the water and speak, their voices muddled but understandable.

    ► These reflections are extremely flirtatious and charming. They smile and bat their lashes, pretending to be innocent while drawing the original owner in closer. How about a smooch? How about more than a smooch? Their whispered promises are sweet. Salacious. Loving. Anything to get closer to you. Leaning in too close to the water is dangerous — these reflections will reach out and try to drag unsuspecting guests in. Whether this is out of malice or affection is unclear, but how can they possibly make love to you unless you join them in the water?

    Once caught, it is challenging to escape from their phantom limbs in the water alone. Several long-standing guests need to be saved from The Nest’s decorative fountain because they keep coming close to drowning after trying to kiss their reflections. Unfortunately, not every location with water is as prepared to save unsuspecting would-be lovers. No body of water is safe — not even a cup of it!

    Reflections will become increasingly indignant if they're ignored. Their sweet words will take a sharp turn into insults similar to, "I'm the better looking one between us anyway!" They may also let slip some personal secrets like, "This is why Johnny will never love you back! You're so cold, ignoring even yourself!"

    Any mention of the fact that they'll end up drowning the character in question will earn a scoff and another small lore hint along the lines of, "Why are you being such a baby? Only the resort can really kill you anyhow. It's not like you'll die forever if I fuck you in here for a while!"
    PANDORA’S BOX ► A spider's web threads through the resort. Invisible, but audible to those that are willing to listen. One of the Punishment Rooms on the maintenance levels is unlocked. Without the padlock on the door to keep them silent, silvery whispers drift up from the basement. A brush of thought, a tickle of an idea that won't quite go away — come down… come down and see… what is inside… don't you want to know?

    ► Those that heed the call and explore the maintenance levels will find the unlocked Punishment Room. The closer one comes to this door, the stronger these voices grow. They will continue calling, eagerly encouraging whoever stops in front of the door to step inside.

    ► The inside of this Punishment Room is plain. White walls, a single card table, and two plastic chairs. A single lightbulb offers a dusty glow. There is nothing particularly interesting upon first glance. Slowly, the door behind will creak closed until it is closed, locking itself in the process. That small lightbulb will begin to dim until everything inside the room is plunged into darkness.

    This Punishment Room senses the worst memories and fears of one of the captives inside and forces them to experience them in real time. The manifestation of memories or fears inside this room are realistic, to the point that it's impossible to discern whether or not this takes place in reality or the mind. The Punishment Room will randomly select which prisoner to dig from if there is more than one, but all guests inside will experience the room's effects.

    ► The door cannot be unlocked from the inside. Someone must either open it from the outside or captives must wait until the punishment is over and the door unlocks itself. How long that takes is random, ranging from a few minutes to a few hours. That’s what you get for listening to disembodied voices!


    OOC NOTES

    INVITES | RESERVES | APPLICATIONS
    BLANKET CW: Alcohol; aphrodisiacs; battle; blood; bondage; compulsion; costumes; discipline; dominance; drowning; dubcon; fears; fighting; food; hierarchy; humiliation; indulgence; kidnapping; noncon; paranormal; power imbalance; roleplay; servitude; stalking; submission; supernatural; terror; violence; weapons

    ▶ All characters on the TDM are WILDCARDS, which means they have not yet been assigned a card value. Suits will not manifest until characters are accepted into the game.

    ▶ All TDMs are game canon. This TDM acts as the game's August event. Changes to the above locations will ICly be present from August 15th - September 1st.

    ▶ Current characters may top level on the TDM. Any current characters posting to the TDM should note they are current in their subject header.

    ▶ The top level directory is for new characters only. We want to make sure new characters are prioritized and receive attention! If you would be interested in a game invitation, you can note that in your comment header.

    ▶ If you aren't satisfied with these prompts, please feel free to check out our LOCATIONS to explore more of the resort!

    ▶ Smut threads that take place on this TDM can be used for rewards. If both parties in the smut thread join the game, you may retroactively apply the character's initial card values to your 52 bank. If one character does not join the game the thread will not be applicable toward rewards (as that character would not have a card value). The character that does join would still receive a small payout for the encounter. Hopefully it was a fun thread regardless!

    ▶ Wildcard tokens from the GILDED CAGE prompt may be redeemed even if the newbie(s) in question do not join the game, but only for the small item reward; the token does not carry over to Game 52.

    ▶ We ask you to kindly add content warnings to your threads as appropriate.

    ▶ If you do not currently have permissions and kinks listed in your character’s journal we suggest leaving a note in your top level of any limits or boundaries for other players to reference.

    ▶ Don't forget to relax and enjoy the end of your summer! ♥
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    artemy burakh / pathologic 2 / current player, re-apping!

    [personal profile] hira 2024-08-16 12:06 pm (UTC)(link)
    arrival.

    [ 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?
    gilded cage.

    [ 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.
    ]
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    armwriostle: Credit to <user name="brokiloen"> (pic#17092227)

    Beak/Talon with a bit of Wildcard as discussed.

    [personal profile] armwriostle 2024-08-16 01:36 pm (UTC)(link)
    [A bit of a crowd has formed at the mud pits where wrestling matches are taking place. It isn't because people are trying to ogle (some are), but because someone has started building up a decent win streak from the excited whispers.

    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.
    hira: (🌾 124)

    [personal profile] hira 2024-08-16 04:59 pm (UTC)(link)
    [ he's been itching to work a little bit of his frustrations out. between waking up the way he had and all of this nonsense, he's a touch more incensed than he was the last time he ended up here. of course, the marks on his skin are a dead giveaway, so he makes certain to get what dust he could on him, darkening his hair with a bit of dirt and mud, uncaring. because really, what has earth been to him but safety? mother? the closest he can get to home even here in this wretched place of artificial life.

    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.
    armwriostle: (pic#17142373)

    [personal profile] armwriostle 2024-08-17 12:06 am (UTC)(link)
    [Artemy's body tells a colorful life. Not necessarily a good one, but one that has lived through many things. It's something he could respect. Something he could understand. It's also all those scars that weave a more complex story that has the man excited in ways. It shows that the other surely has seen a fight or ten and it means he's being promised a good time.

    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.]
    hira: (🌾 78)

    [personal profile] hira 2024-09-05 01:53 pm (UTC)(link)
    [ wriothesley begins a crouch and artemy widens his own stance, flexing his fingers, one with an archer's glove pilfered from the back rooms stretched over his right hand. there's a faint smile there on his lips, one that tells of only satisfaction in the words that wriothesley gives him. it's just enough. ]

    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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    gilded cage

    [personal profile] limbical 2024-08-16 04:47 pm (UTC)(link)
    [It seems like every damned occasion they have going on at the casino is produced exclusively to get under Daan's skin and this is no exception. He doesn't miss being anyone's servant, and he hasn't been a butler in years -- but it's a step up from what he was before that, too.

    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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    [personal profile] hira 2024-08-16 05:25 pm (UTC)(link)
    Barely a morning. You city boys are all the same, so demanding - [ a playful joke as he presses a hand to his own chest and gives a bow of his head. ] Hello with all the formalities attached.

    [ 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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    limbical: (i still feel your touch)

    [personal profile] limbical 2024-08-16 05:37 pm (UTC)(link)
    Having a modicum of decorum isn't demanding. [The response is with a bit of humor, not at all meant to be taken seriously.] But hello to you too. [A bit more sincerity, he adds:] Glad to see you're in one piece.

    [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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    [personal profile] hira 2024-08-16 08:44 pm (UTC)(link)
    [ demanding (no). there's a weary tug of the lips into the faintest of smiles. he's not in the mood for it, but for daan he can manage if only because the man has the kind of humor he can understand. ]

    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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    locker rooms

    [personal profile] malpwactice 2024-08-16 08:04 pm (UTC)(link)
    [What a joy it was to be low among the lowly. The whole class struggle in these games was annoying, sure, but nothing more than an exaggerated form of what already existed. Making the rich actually watch bloodsport wasn't too far off, in Aak's mind. And since he wasn't interesting enough to watch fight, he's making his own entertainment among the competitors.]

    [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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    [personal profile] hira 2024-08-16 08:29 pm (UTC)(link)
    You.

    [ 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. ]
    malpwactice: (💊 this is (not) medical advice)

    [personal profile] malpwactice 2024-08-17 06:25 am (UTC)(link)
    [There's a particular atmosphere Aak is familiar with, the one where he's In Trouble, and yet he's unsure right now. He at least has the advantage of some degree of anonymity. It's not like back home where he'd be suspect number one in a second! And, well, maybe he was still suspect number one here but his motives weren't presumed.]

    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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    [personal profile] hira 2024-08-26 01:26 am (UTC)(link)
    So... it's the nerve layer then. This is what I'm seeing here. They're non-reactive, as though asleep...

    [ 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.

    [personal profile] bersercu 2024-08-17 12:01 am (UTC)(link)
    Don't have a choice.

    [ 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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    [personal profile] hira 2024-08-18 09:03 pm (UTC)(link)
    [ eyeballing that tail that has draped off the bed, and a brief glance at the claws. yeah. uh. ]

    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.
    bersercu: (n)

    [personal profile] bersercu 2024-08-19 11:05 pm (UTC)(link)
    [ hey, they could try to beat each other off to 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. ]
    loughshinny: (this is tiring)

    locker rooms

    [personal profile] loughshinny 2024-08-19 10:01 pm (UTC)(link)
    [What a coincidence -- she's in the locker room for just the same issues. Even if her powers are still new to her, this is a great trial by fire (pun intended). These kinds of wounds are easy for her, after all.

    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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    [personal profile] hira 2024-08-22 11:36 pm (UTC)(link)
    What "this town isn't big enough for the both of us" or something? I've done this song and dance.

    [ 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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    [personal profile] loughshinny 2024-08-23 01:32 am (UTC)(link)
    [After a moment, her shoulders sag and her tail returns to curling behind her and close to the floor.]

    ...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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    arrival

    [personal profile] macaronage 2024-08-21 01:19 am (UTC)(link)
    [ Navia is actually sleeping peacefully this time, curled up on her stomach with her hands tucked under her pillow. Normally vigilant even in sleep, she's probably growing a little too accustomed to this place, to being magically swapped into other people's beds; she doesn't even wake when he stirs, not until the covers are yanked away, the warmth dissipating in an instant.

    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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    [personal profile] hira 2024-08-22 11:31 pm (UTC)(link)
    [ he immediately drops the covers politely for her once realizing what kind of company he is in. the golden hair spilling from her head is so pretty what's she even doing here with a beat up scrub like him. artemy just politely scoots back, though she doesn't seem alarmed at least?

    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.
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    Wildcard!! Auction time.

    [personal profile] sleepyone 2024-08-22 11:03 pm (UTC)(link)
    [
    "Sold! To the young lady in the back!"


    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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    [personal profile] hira 2024-08-22 11:28 pm (UTC)(link)
    [ oh he sees that hand. he certainly doesn't recognize her by that alone so there's a stubborn sort of willfulness to his steps as he's tugged off stage quickly to meet up with whoever has had the gall to purchase??? him??? feels a little fucked up but no one's asking him.

    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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    [personal profile] sleepyone 2024-08-22 11:44 pm (UTC)(link)
    Oh.

    [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!

    [personal profile] snakelace 2024-08-23 04:35 pm (UTC)(link)
    …You’re very kind.

    [ 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.