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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! ♥
Gemaryah "Chika" Washington | OC | New
Chika had the markings on his sign, that of twining rose vines of shimmering gold. It was playful, beautiful even, how it had twined between his fingers and up his arms, only hidden by a brief toga.
But he wasn't concerned about that. He was more concerned by while he had snacks- grapes this time- it didn't do much. If anything, he was slowing down in his eating as he stared at it in not quite disgust, not quite horror.
“These grapes can't be fake or anything. Can they…?”
No. No. That made no sense at all. He wiped at his mouth, before sniffing the grapes again.
No, they smelt like grapes, unless his nose was dead.
Battle Royale (violent/possible fight sex)
“Sorry darling. But I feel a little bit…antsy.” He was resentful of the place for sure. But now he had an outlet. No armor, no weapons. Instead, he man- werewolf for those who could tell- cracked his neck and rolled his shoulders.
“Ain't your fault. But- you ready to give me a fight? Get our blood pumpin?” Because he was sure ready to bring on the hurt.
Galatea (violent option/nsfw option)
“Whoa! Hey! Too flicking handsy!” Chika smacked at a statue that came too close. He'd just been trying to stretch out the cramps in his legs. That's all he wanted. Now he had some bizarre statues that were trying to go at him with stone dicks and some swinging breasts- one pair he had to duck.
“Cut it out! Seriously- stop.” Chika offered a growl and pointed at a statue. “You keep coming at me and your ass? Is grass.”
He's a big guy, and burly with it, but it might be fun to see a big man struggle like this. Come on over and help him out? Or watch the show when either he breaks one or loses the struggle?
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Want to find a werewolf wandering around? Pet a wolf that clearly is lost? Just want to watch someone do push-ups? That'll be here! Hoping to check and see if Chika clicks here.
Battle Royale
The sound of an audience is usually a invigorating - and yet a realization sends his nerves on edge. These people aren't gather to watch his typical flavor of performance. Instead, they wish to engorge themselves on a far more ancient form of entertainment.
Then Baptiste hears the voice of his opponent. An intense blue stare immediately locks with the man. Gives a non-committal hand gesture in response to the term of endearment before something about the man gives him pause.
His eyes narrow. Has he... been thrown into a pit with a werewolf? The Hunter of the supernatural squints - the feeling in his gut undeniable. His hand reaches into the stupid white tunic he'd been outfitted with earlier - woeful to find that his lighter is gone.
No fuel. No fire. No weapons. A positively grim prospect.
Baptiste dares to smile regardless. Is this place trying to find a new way to grind him down? He won't have it. Instead he offers a deep bow, complete with its signature flourish.
"Well, mon cher... I would say there is no time like the present, hm? I expect your best!"
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Instead, hazel eyes met blue, before they rolled with gold. The fact that he was in with a supernatural hunter- he had no idea. He was just here for bare knuckles, in a dumb toga, no less.
That he was normally the subject of the hunt was something he had never considered. Instead, he flashed Baptiste a smile, all big teeth and tension in his shoulders.
"Nothing but the best for you." He promised. Thankfully, he didn't transform into the monster he was. He was strong enough without it.
"Just try to grit your teeth." Chika rolled his shoulder, before he walked up in a quick march, fist raising. He was stronger then average, quick, but he still went for a test punch to Baptiste's gut, to see his reaction reflexes.
Things were about to get fun.
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A glimpse of maw. The glint of gold. Baptiste's eyes dilate as the other approaches. The promise of danger is exactly what gets him going. His heart pounds. The sole of his sandal grinds against the ground as his body pivots. A narrow miss as the man's arm slides past him.
Too eager to get in the first 'hit,' Baptiste doesn't use this opportunity to put distance between himself and this beast like he should. Instead, he lunges forward - one hand finding purchase on the man's shoulder. He sharply strikes out an attempt to knee Chika in the side while the werewolf is still committed to his earlier momentum.
It's a great chance for contact - that comes with the risk of the opening it leaves: Baptiste wouldn't be able to mitigate the next hit as well now that he's devoted his balance to making contact with tender flesh just below the ribcage.
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Maybe it was a way to flirt. Who knew. The danger of being beaten to a pulp, not knowing how the fight would go-Chika could be a little in lust with the man, just for being able to dodge.
Baptiste knew how to fight. That changed everything.
The laugh that emerged after the grunt from the assault- the sharpness from his knee, losing his breath for a few precious moments- was ragged, husky, and clearly filled with joyous bloodlust.
Oh, this was fun. His grin was all teeth, ear to ear as he grabbed at the hunter- on the leg, and the arm, if he got purchase.
It'd only be a gentle throw for him, if he got it. Nothing to make him truly hurt. The party was only getting started after all.
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Baptiste's initial landing is a bit messy, but as a man who has practiced falling hundreds of times it disorients him for only a moment. He rolls, springing himself back upward until he lands back on his feet. Takes a few steps back. The impact hadn't hurt, which only illustrates the thought of a dog with its chew toy.
The cheering of the crowd shifts - their attention wrapped up in what promised to be a real fight. The sound is intoxicating. It causes his own heart to pound, even if he's rather sure many of the guests have their focus on the newly arrived "divine" in the ring. It only inspires him to commit to this clash - tooth and nail.
The man reaches outward towards Chika, meeting that toothy grin with a manic smile of his own.
"Now, now! You shouldn't toy with me so... it might hurt my heart!"
Sharp blue eyes try to predict where the next swing will come from. Hips shift in preparation for his next dodge.
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Arrival
There didn't seem to be anything amiss with the spread laid out to the Wildcards and royal suits. Nothing that had reached his ears yet, at least. So the confused grimace on one man's face had him pausing in the middle of refilling another's chalice of wine.
"Something not to your liking?" As annoying as the situation was, he wasn't about to give the resort staff any reason to pay extra attention to him. Not here. "Would you like a different variety of grapes, sir?"
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Slowly, he set the grapes down, before looking to the other. His toga was nice enough, his manners were polished to a shine. It made Chika feel grubby and hulking for a few moments, knowing he couldn't match it, ever.
And it reminded him too of a person who he trusted like family.
He pushed past that too, and cleared his throat, straightening up.
"It ain't that." He explained. "I have a fast metabolism but-" He shook his head. "Must be on reserves or something. Nothing feels like it's enough to make me feel full."
It wasn't a situation he was used to. Food was supposed to be food after all.
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The explanation for the grimace he had seen was odd, to say the least. Odd enough to have Vil raising an elegant brow and dropping his eyes from the man's face to the ornate plate set in front of him.
"What have you had to eat so far? I can't say that grapes alone will fill your stomach."
It was a wry joke, tinged with a contemplative edge. Food laced with aphrodisiac would almost be expected, but food that didn't satisfy hunger was a bit more insidious.
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As it was, he brought up a hand to scratch at the golden tattoo that had been stamped upon it.
"No, not even a plate full." He agreed, but the smile faded.
"I've been trying everything. The fruit, the tarts. The meat- the wine."
He made a helpless gesture. "Nothing...nothing is filling. At all. It doesn't make sense."
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"I'm afraid this may be more of the resort's terrible games at play." Seeing as the formality of guest and servant was already creating discomfort, Vil saw no point in extending the facade beyond the barest frame of respect. "It looks like other guests like you are not eating the food either."
He drew just a little closer to continue the conversation, mindful of the staff overseeing the banquet. "This hunger has only been plaguing you since you woke up here?"
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Battle Royale
(There absolutely is more to him, he and Chika actually have something very important in common.)
For what it's worth, Atsushi seems ready for it? Coming off the high of a previous fight, he's stretching out his arms as a way to get ready. "Sure," he says, "Powers on or off?" It's a good question to ask here, since most people here have some sort of power and there's some parts to being a weretiger that Atsushi can't shut off even when he looks completely human.
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Maybe not a stale breadstick after all. Chika cocked his head, taking him in. So this little guy had something up his sleeve. Powers. Interesting.
"I can't turn off my strength. It's there all the time." He moved to crack his neck, before sliding his feet apart, and taking Atsushi in. He'd take him seriously.
"So-let's be fair. On."
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Atsushi won't transform immediately, but he does have quite a bit of strength even like this, so he won't be a complete pushover. This is all just more training to him, so he's happy to participate.
He slides his feet apart much like Chika does, though he crouches lower to the ground as well, not unlike a wild animal about to pounce. And as soon as the referee says 'go', he leaps at Chika, aiming to get the first punch in.
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So curious in fact, that he grinned, and surged forward- but he let himself stay wide open. He wanted to feel how strong the punch would be, and if it would be the fight he was hoping for.
Foolish. But not the stupidest thing he'd done all day.
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Battle Royale
He stands an impressive 6' 6" tall before his opponent, glad the man isn't shying away from a fight. Concord's voice is a quiet, western twang, rather disarming compared to the rest of his imposing form. He speaks with a soldier's rigor, something honorable in his tone.
"A fair fight," Concord states, "no groin shots or hair pulling, you got that?" He likes to brawl, but nothing makes him want to kill a man more than having his hair pulled at. Concord sure has a lot of it, all bundled into an absurdly long braid cascading behind him. Nearly to the mud, but never quite touching the dirt no matter how he moved.
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And he loved a good fight, if his crooked nose indicated anything.
"I'd never go for a groin hit." He told Concord. And it was true. It was a low blow, and really it'd make it a fun fight into an angry one. "But fair. No groin hits, no hair pulling. This is just for fun."
Chika paused, glancing at the braid. It was so long that he wouldn't be surprised if it could he used as a whip.
"You wanna take a sec to put it up?" Chika's own southern drawl was muddy, mixed in his tone and inflections. But while he was eager, he was also trying to be polite. "I don't want to step on it by accident."
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The staffers and audience are done with the chit chat, since it's not like they care about a fair fight. The bell is rung and Concord won't hesitate to consider the fight begun. He opens with a rush forward, large hands reaching out to attempt to grapple Chika.
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That wasn't important though. The bell was wrung. The rush had Chika's eyes light up, as if someone was giving him a big present.
Maybe that's what Concord was. Chika rushed to meet him halfway, hands moving to grab at his hand and shoulder. It would be clear once Chika did put his hands on Concord that he was stronger then he looked. He didn't need to go for a low blow to try to wrestle Concord to the ground.
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"This'll- be.... sportin'," he nickers, all too horse-like in his vocal pattern. Concord's knees lock into place, firm and grounded, before he moves to take a long, steady step forward, aiming to push Chika back through the dirt with raw weigh and might on his side.
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Galatea
Bit of advice? [ Mentioned conversationally, his chin propped up by one hand with an unburdened air that doesn't suggest Chika's life or chastity are presently in any danger. ] It's considerably unlikely you're going to get far with schoolyard-level threats.
If you want to keep an opponent made of marble in check, you'll need something that lands a little harder than a fist. [ J's head gives a thoughtful tilt, sending pale hair pooling down across one shoulder after he reconsiders his own words. ]
Unless you can break stone with your bare hands.
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(He checked quickly to see...someone who was clearly enjoying the show. Or at least had been enjoying the show. Pretty hair, clearly ready to enjoy whatever happened? Well. Good thing that he was ready to ward off the attention of this weird statue.
It'd all been pot shots and slaps to get the statue to back off. Chika offered a low, annoyed growl, before making to shake out his hands.)
Of course it's freaking marble. Least it's soft.
(He huffs, but starts to back up, looking for a wall. Yeah, if he went for a thin spot...yeah, it'll work.)
You're gonna hear a lot more swearing in a minute. Unless you got some acid pretty boy?
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It twists something deep within J's chest, like the jerk of a knife between ribs. And then his companion tosses out a moniker that he supposes is meant to be a sharp insult and commentary on his appearance. That amusing attempt at a jab, not to mention the inquiry on his possession of narcotics, rouses a deep chuckle behind the back of a hand. ]
Is that all you need? Well, let me take a gander and see. [ J pulls out the inner silk lining of his trousers for dramatic effect, then spreads his hands in a display of futility. ]
Would you look at that? Fresh out, I'm afraid. [ He's teasing you, Chika. ]
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More dangerous.]
Ain't that the petty. Bless you for tryin.
Guess I can't expect people carrying vinegar or something stronger.
[A deep of breath. Hazel eyes turn briefly to amber. Those are the signs of the show- the violent action- to come.]
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( cw: NSFW )
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( cw: handjobs, threesome-ish, voyeurism. )
( cw: public nudity, groping, promised violence)
( cw: handjobs and nsfw content from here on. )
( cw: possible violence from now on)