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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! ♥
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He notices the nervous laugh she lets out, the way her voice wavers as she tries to negotiate her way out of the fight. The hulking man, sensing an easy victory, looms over her, his focus now entirely on what he perceives as easy prey.
Sylus lets out a low, almost inaudible chuckle. 'Painless?' he thinks. 'You’re in the wrong place for that.' But there’s a contrast to the usual brutality of the arena, her audacity, or maybe it’s the sheer ridiculousness of her being here at all.]
Looks like you’ve caught his attention, [Sylus murmurs, his voice smooth and tinged with dark amusement. He steps forward, the silver markings on his skin catching the light as he moves with the grace of a predator as he slowly maneuvers himself and hits two jabs right in the soft spots of the hukling man's sides.] But you’ve got mine too, and I don’t happen to share.
[With a slow, deliberate motion, he beckons the brute again, this time with more intensity.] Try me instead. [He smiles.
The hulking figure hesitates, torn between the easy target and the far more dangerous one. Sylus doesn’t give him the chance to choose. In a swift, fluid motion, he’s on the man, striking with speed and precision. The impact reverberates through the arena, a brutal reminder of who the true predator is in this fight.]
You either need to learn to escape the arena, or learn quickly how to get out of here. [He turns to her, fastening the wrappings around his knuckles.
And slowly… the hulking opponent stumbles, waddles, and…
Falls with a large and reverberating thud.] Huh.
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But then the white haired man is speaking to her - at least she thinks he is - and the unmistakable sound of leather striking skin follows. The effects of his punches aren't immediately apparent. But it's enough to draw the man's attention and Hilda watches as the once hulking human falls with a crash to the dirt. The small dust cloud it kicks up would be comical in any other setting and probably does make a couple of those watchers laugh – but all Hilda can think about is how fast he'd moved. The only reason she thinks she could have seen any of it all is because of her Crest.
There's a beat where her mouth falls open and she has to remind herself to shut it unless she wants to choke on the dust left in the wake of their very fleeting opponent. Finally she finds her voice that has a dash of that audacity and a sprinkle of incredulity. ]
No, really? I didn't even want to be here in the first place!
[ Wariness falls across her face as she eyes him up. Normally she'd say thank you but the game isn’t called Kindness Royale. ]
You're not going to do that to me are you? Because I’m definitely not any kind of competition.
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He lets out a soft, disappointed sigh, shaking his head slightly. Concerned. What kind of game is this?] That’s the best they could give you? I’ve seen kitchen knives with more bite than that.
[Her wariness doesn't escape him, but he's an asshole: Sylus smirks, a touch of amusement flickering in his eyes.]
Relax. [Someone telling an anxious person to calm down—always a classy move. He rolls his shoulders, loosening up for what’s going to be a more prolonged bout.
Before she can respond, another opponent enters the arena (when did he get there anyway?), this one faster and more agile than the last. Sylus’s gaze flicks to the newcomer, sizing him up with the same cold, calculating precision. He shifts his stance, already adjusting to the change in dynamics.] Lucky for you, I’m used to working in duos.
[Without another word, Sylus moves, his body a blur of controlled aggression as he engages the new opponent. Precise, methodical strikes, except these are parried more often than the previous person. Sylus still manages to manoeuvre in a way that keeps both himself and Hilda out of immediate danger. Despite his earlier dismissiveness, he’s aware of her presence, making sure she isn’t exposed.
As he drives the newcomer back with a well-placed kick, Sylus glances over at Hilda.] Stick close and keep that axe ready. Even a dull blade can be an asset in the right hands.
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The spark of annoyance ends up serving an unexpected purpose however: keeping her panic at bay. Part of what had fuelled her protests from earlier had been the thought of having to step back onto a battlefield — even if it was a mock one. ]
Don’t tell me to relax —
[ Whatever else she wants to hiss is cut short by another approaching body and a flurry of blows. He doesn’t have to tell her to move because she does it herself, swiftly running out of the way and ensuring that whatever happens between them and the new attacker is strictly kept between them.
As tactical as it is to keep her eyes on the both of them, it also serves another purpose: a way to watch Sylus move. The first opponent going down as quickly as he had hadn’t been just bravado on Sylus’ part — Hilda knew a skilled fighter when she saw one. She can’t help but snort as Sylus' opponent staggers back leaving them a short window of opportunity to run. But for some reason she gets the impression he isn’t the sort. ]
Bold of you to assume that it’s in the right hands.
[ A flash of movement from behind Sylus draws her attention – they're coming back for a round two it seems. It's part frustration, part reflex that she throws the blunt axe flying with a shocking amount of precision. The handle smacks them square in the middle of eyes leaving them dazed. Comically they sway before dropping to the dirt. There's another beat before she looks towards Sylus awkwardly. ]
...That was lucky.
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Was it now? [Voice laced with dry humor, the corner of his mouth twitches as he turns his attention back to her. He’s not buying the act, not for a second.] If you’ve got any other surprises up your sleeve, now’s the time to show them, [he adds, looking around to the arena to the next opponent.
Only to find none. They're the last ones. And the crowd is roaring. Well…]
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Of course it was!
[ Better for her to be frustrated than giving into the pit of worry that threatens to gnaw at her stomach from the inside out. She hates how familiar the adrenaline feels as it begins to roar in her veins. It's a survival mechanism and she knows it but this isn't life or death.
The worst that could happen was humiliation and well - she didn't actually want to be humiliated either. This was a game, something for the casino's enjoyment. There wasn't any actual harm that could come to her - at least, maybe not in the face of the man who had disposed of their previous opponents with no bloodshed and in the least painful way possible. But that didn't mean she wanted to fight. Persuading him probably won't work. But the Goddess loves a trier, and if anything she's posed ready to strike - or run - whatever decided to come first. ]
You'd still really fight me? I mean I'm literally wearing no sleeves and the only lucky thing I could do is over there.
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He turns it over once, feeling the balance—or lack thereof—and then, with a calculated flick of his wrist, he lobs it back toward her. Not with any force, but with just enough momentum for the handle to arc through the air, aimed perfectly for her to catch.
It’s a test, plain and simple, to see if she truly has the dexterity she claimed was merely luck. If she catches it, he’ll know there’s more to her than she’s letting on—if she doesn’t... well...] Catch.
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She doesn't quite know what to expect when he goes to pick up the axe but her mind is running through any number of tactics and ways to try and disarm or dodge it should it come to that. But if he hadn't picked up a weapon to begin with then what was the likelihood of using an axe with "less bite than a kitchen knife"? Unless he wanted to show off. That seemed entirely plausible too.
Instead he throws it. And of course she catches it because what else has her body been trained to do but survive the last five years? ]
You know if you just want to rig this you just have to say so. [ For some reason that little move gets a cheer from the crowd. But it's not fighting and they won't be appeased for long. ] It's not like they can hear us up there.
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Though her comment about rigging the fight earns a quirk of his eyebrow, the corners of his mouth twitching with a hint of a smirk. He glances up at the crowd, still roaring with anticipation, hungry for blood and spectacle. Any spectacle. He assumes that the way things are going, it won’t be long before they get bored and the real threats are sent in.
She’s right about one thing: it’s not like the audience can hear their conversation. They want action, something to talk about. Sylus turns back to her, his expression shifting from cold amusement to something more thoughtful.]
I’m listening.
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Needless to say neither outcome was ideal; she didn't want that to happen to her or for the stranger standing across from her either. For what is one of the first times in her life, she wishes she had paid more attention in Reason lectures if only so she could have learned how to warp out of spaces. But who knows if that would even work here.
Hilda watches him, sees the shift in his expression and knows that at least her proposal is of interest. She can work with that. ]
There's a payout for the winner. [ Here she holds out her hands, posture turning helpless like she's trying to plead for a life she didn't know if she had - ] And I'm proposing we split it regardless of the outcome. I doubt they're going to accept a draw but I don't exactly want either of us to be humiliated either.
[ Her lips purse a little. ]
Just because one of us is a bit of an ass doesn't mean it's deserving of being strung up naked.
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But there's an appeal to versatility, nonetheless. When she mentions the possibility of humiliation, Sylus' gaze hardens slightly, he scrunches his nose at the idea of humiliation just for the sake of it. He’s been made aware of the consequences of losing in this arena, had to turn his head away at some of the… performances that have happened before they stepped foot in there. He has no intention of finding himself on the receiving end of the crowd’s so-called entertainment. Her willingness to make a deal, to find a way out that benefits them both is a move he respects.
Though the dig draws a low, amused chuckle from Sylus. He steps closer, closing the distance between them, his posture relaxed but his presence still commanding.] An ass, am I? You’re not wrong, but then again… [a wave to the arena, as though it justifies his demeanor altogether (it doesn't).]
Here’s the thing— [He steps even closer, his voice lowering to a conspiratorial tone.] They want a show.
[He glances around the arena, already calculating the best way to play this out. When he turns back to Hilda, it's still with the same calm confidence that he seems to wield somehow.] Hit me. Hard enough to sell it. The crowd loves to see a giant fall.
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[ There's no point in hiding the withering expression on her face. She doesn't need to when there's no need for decorum and thankfully no one in the stands is close enough to see it which means it's just for him. Not that she thinks he cares. They've done little except watch each other fight and snipe at one another but she has a feeling that he cares little for what others think of him.
When he takes a step closer she shrinks back playing the part of a scared little thing. A beat of silence follows as the shouts continue around them as she tries to read his expression for anything ulterior. She'll take his direction as a silent agreement. Either way, neither one of them is getting out of here without a fight.
With almost a foot of height on her he's got the height advantage - but so had so many other people she'd felled before him. And sometimes that meant using things that might not otherwise be considered fair in a fist fight. Tossing the axe to the ground she kicks his shin before launching herself right at him and taking him down to the ground with her arms wrapped tightly around his waist with more strength than someone might suspect someone of her stature would possess. ]