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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.

ROYALS ► Royal 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.

SERVANTS ► Servant 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 BEAST ► Any 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! ♥

NAVIGATION • LOG • NETWORK • OOC • MEME

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

[ Shanks hasn't encountered someone who isn't satisfied by the food, yet. His eyes flicker down to the food on his plate for a moment, then he pulls away from the plate entirely when he looks back at Sanji, and offers him a small, cautious smile as he picks up some of Sanji's distress. ]

[ For five seconds, then he looks genuinely both pleased, then worried to the question on the Grand Line. He doesn't actually want anyone from home stuck in this place, after all. Sure, he doesn't even know Sanji, but knowing he is clearly from the same world, Shanks feels a little protective. Just a bit. ]

Yes. I do know what it is. [ Not going to explain in detail how, or that is where he last was. ] Clearly you do, as well. Also a pirate?

The way things are accomplished are...fantastical. [ Shanks shrugs one shoulder. ] But, apparently, pirates are also fantastical to some here.

[ That small bit of kindness— smiling at him like that— is something Sanji takes note of before returning his smile with one that’s thankful.

From the moment he says the word, he can almost sense the recognition coming off of the man and that brings a sense of relief. Not that he wants anyone else to be trapped here either, but after the past couple of days, it’s nice to have that sense of normalcy brought by someone that’s from where he’s from and knows exactly what he’s talking about. Even another twist of hunger low in his gut does nothing to disrupt the look of relief that washes across his face. ]

Yeah, I’m a cook on a pirate ship. We were on our way to the Grand Line when… this happened. And I grew up working for a former pirate, too. You ever hear of Red Leg Zeff? [ There’s a hint of fondness in Sanji’s voice as he mentions his savior and maybe a glimmer of that on his face and in his eyes, too. ] Used to be a Captain before he opened up the Baratie.

[ His good mood is only slightly soured by the reminder of where they are. As a rule, Sanji likes sex, but everything about the way this place works is wrong. ] Hard to believe there are places where there are no pirates. [ It’s then that he realizes he hasn’t actually given his name to the other man and extends a hand— making sure it’s the one he can actually take— towards him. ] I’m Sanji.

[ The forced sex is...an unfortunate issue, and part of the lack of freedom. Shanks is feeling it, but still tries to control what he can and drinks to avoid the full effect of his real feelings on this place. After all, he's waiting until he knows where to aim his slow simmering wrath. Until then? He's as easy going as that free and loose smile on his face. Which does brighten a bit more and more as Sanji continues to talk. ] I have. The Cook Pirates, correct? Been a while since I heard of them.

[ Been ten years since he was in East Blue, as well, so he missed the Baratie entirely, as well. ]

It is. But it was hard to believe there was a place that could keep people captive like this.

Sanji? [ Shanks' eyes widen a fraction, and that flicker of recognition comes through once more, this time tinged with a slither of sadness. He refuses to let it show in his full expression, or his response - it's best Luffy isn't here, truly, and he's happy Luffy is free, at least - but just saying Luffy's name feels like a blow. He still enjoys talking about him, though, so the feelings are mixed and bittersweet. ]

Luffy's chef Sanji? [ Yes, Shanks is hung up on that, for now, and still doesn't give his own name. Not yet. He does, however, extend his right hand to take Sanji's and give it a firm, grateful shake. ]

[ Sanji’s face lights up when Shanks recognizes who Zeff is, a broad grin spread across his face, the delight shining clear in his eyes. Frankly, he wasn’t certain he’d run into anyone here who knew who the old pirate was— and maybe that’d be for the best, all things considered— but it’s a slice of home that’s especially near and dear to his heart. ] Yeah, he, uh, retired from piracy.

[ His smile shrinks by the tiniest fraction as he thinks about why— the wave of hunger rushing through him makes the memory especially sharp— but doesn’t falter. ] Head chef and owner of the Baratie now. Best damn food in the East Blue.

[ Whatever he was going to say next is interrupted by the shred of recognition in Shanks’ eyes and in the tone of his voice. One thing’s certain— he has no idea who this man is and has never met him before. He looks at Shanks curiously, frowning, brow knit together, as he tries again, just to be safe, to recall if he’s met him before—

And then he doesn’t have to. This time, it’s Sanji’s eyes that open up a fraction, head bobbing in a quick nod. ]

You know Luffy?! I mean, yeah, he’s my Captain. [ He’s shaking Shank’s hand back, mind racing, because he’s been with Luffy from the day he left the Baratie behind to the night he went to sleep and woke up here and they never met this man, which means… ] Is he here?

[ Retired from piracy. Shanks is quiet for a moment, as though his mind is trying to imagine what that might be like. He hasn't thought much about that, because he's not sure if he'll make it. But, one step at a time. ] I suppose most of us have that to look forward to, someday.

I'll have to keep Baratie in mind if I make it back to East Blue.

[ Does he know Luffy. Shanks gives a soft chuckle from the back of his throat, his smile strained. ]

Luffy was a dear friend I knew back when I was in the East Blue. It's been a good ten years, now, though. You have a hell of a captain.

[ He shakes his head, smile faltering for a moment. His eyes flicker away again, but find Sanji once more as he tries to give him a reassuring smile. ] He was, but left recently. It's for the best. He really shouldn't be trapped here.

[ Then, finally. ] I'm Shanks. [ He's certain he doesn't have to add the Red Hair part. Sanji either has heard of him, or he hasn't. ]

[ Talking about his Captain brings a smile to Sanji’s face, bright eyes shining as he thinks about the man he remembers being with until just a few days ago. He has no real expectations about Shanks, but when he mentions having met Luffy over a decade ago, his eyes glance down to where the stump of his arm is. It isn’t something he stares at, only letting his gaze linger for a moment, a memory of something Luffy once said about knowing what it was like to have someone give up a limb to save his life bubbling to the surface.

He doesn’t say anything. There’s not really a point to doing so in Sanji’s mind. Zeff never liked to be reminded about his sacrifice, and he doesn’t want to press in case he’s wrong. He doubts anyone likes to be reminded about that kind of thing. ] Luffy’s a good man. One of the best I know. Wouldn’t have followed him, otherwise.

[ After all, he could have left Sanji and Zeff alone to deal with Arlong, and hadn’t. He could have left Nami behind and set sail for the Grand Line, and hadn’t. There’s something special about Luffy, something he’s only just learning to comprehend. ]

Ah. [ For a moment, he looks a little crest-fallen, but the more he thinks about it, the more he agrees with Shanks. ] I have a hard time imagining him here, yeah. It’s… it’s good he’s gone.

[ There’s no hint of recognition in Sanji’s eyes when Shanks introduces himself, but there is a friendly smile on his face. ] Good to meet you, Shanks. Any friend of Luffy’s is welcome at my table anytime.

[ Sanji is, in fact, correct. Shanks might adore Luffy, and will speak of the incident if he has to, and will speak freely about Luffy, but he doesn't want to discuss the sacrifice, if he can avoid it. In fact, as of now, the only person he's really told anything to is Buggy. And even that is because they go way back as old friends ( in Shanks' mind ). He, simply, smiles back when he sees Sanji's smiles, watches his eyes, and is, silently, grateful. ]

Even now, he's still far too quick to run his mouth, but he remains one of the best I've known, as well. [ After a decade, with the amount of people Shanks' has met, that is saying something. ]

[ He understands, too, the emptiness without him. His expression softens when Sanji looks crest-fallen, and it deepens when Sanji agrees with him. ]

You'll see him again. [ There's an ease at not being recognized, and leaves Shanks far more comfortable with this meeting. Less expectation, that way. He lifts his glass. ] To Luffy. To new friends.

That he is. Never met anyone else who speaks his mind so freely. [ Most people have a filter on what they say, but not Luffy. It’s part of his charm and one of the many qualities Sanji likes in his Captain. You always know exactly where you stand with him. Not that he’s much different himself, but with Luffy, it’s always because he doesn’t even think about holding his opinions back rather than being unable to.

There’s some comfort to be found in the reassurance that Shanks’ provides, even if everything Sanji’s heard so far suggests that getting home— seeing the rest of his crewmates— isn’t an easy or straightforward process. It would be easier to deal with being here if it was, if there were a simple recipe for going home beyond just playing the resort’s game and hoping you win. Gambling’s never been his forte, after all. He’ll take risks, and got banned from the kitchen more than once for it, but a risk is a different thing entirely from a gamble. ]

We both will, yeah? [ At the very least, Luffy needs someone to cook for him and that’s Sanji’s role, what he’s good for. He might be able to find another cook, but it’s his job on the crew and he doesn’t want to let everyone else down. Lifting the glass, he clinks it against Shanks’, still smiling. ] To Luffy. And new friends. And getting out of this shitty resort one day.

[ The sip of wine does nothing to alleviate the gnawing pit in his stomach, but it’s good stuff that he can at least savor and appreciate. ] Shitty as it is, at least they know their food and wine. Rum’s good?

[ It's true. Even Shanks has a filter, though it isn't always properly calibrated for the company he's in. And his filter is more about not saying certain things. It was also a couple of decades in the making. When it comes to telling others how it is, though, he can a bit too blunt. ]

[ As for risks, Shanks will take them, and gamble. He just takes too long before he makes his move. He is gathering what information he can, but they might be stuck for twenty years if everything is left up to him. ]

[ He smiles back to Sanji's words, and notes the kindness in saying that. It wasn't necessary, after all. ] Of course. We both. And [ Shanks gestures with his glass around the ] the others from our world, of course.

[ Because Shanks isn't going anywhere without Nami and Buggy. He would also like to get everyone else free, but Buggy and Nami are an personal situation. ]

And getting out of this shitty resort. [ Shanks laughs as he completes the cheer, then knocks back the rum. ] The rum is, yes. Though, I was talking with someone else from home, and we're inclined to agree - it's better in our world. They know how to make it just right.

[ Or they - Buggy and Shanks - have biases. ]

[ At the mention of others from their world, Sanji’s eyes widen. He’d been intending to ask if there were others— well, specifically if there were other members of his crew— there as well. The more he gets to know about this place, the more he feels both hope and dread at the prospect, a desire to both be with his crew at odds with the need to keep them safe at all costs. ]

It’s the same with the wine, you know? [ There’s quiet laughter, but he’s clearly still thinking about the idea of others from their world being here, swirling the glass of wine and staring into it. What he wouldn’t give for a cigarette right now. ] It’s good, but it’s not a Micqueot vintage, that’s certain.

[ There’s a brief pause as he keeps staring into the glass and then looks back up at Shanks, curiosity and uncertainty lingering in his gaze. ]

When you say there are others from our world here… do you know if any of the rest of my crew is here? [ Even though his feelings on the matter are complex, there’s a note of longing in his voice that can’t be missed, a desire to be at home again. And then— even though Shanks knew his name because Luffy told it to him— he lists them out one by one, just in case. ] Nami, or Usopp, or Zoro? Are any of them here?

It is, in fact, the same with the wine. Doesn't quite taste the same.

[ Shanks' eyes, casually, narrow as he peers at Sanji, letting his curiosity churn at the mention of the wine vintage. He smiles at the end. ] You're from North Blue, then?

[ As for the crew, Shanks takes a little bit more of the food before he continues. ] Zoro was here for a short time, but he's gone. Nami, however, remains. And is a queen. [ His smile turns fairly warm when he speaks of Nami, along with his tone. ] It suits her.

I was born in the North Blue, yeah. [ Sanji doesn’t let himself remember his time there— the memories he has are all painful ones— but his smile dips by just the tiniest fraction. Vinsmoke and the North Blue are things he’s left in the past. It’s better that they stay there. ] But I’ve been in the East Blue for ten years now. Never knew a thing about wine until I moved there.

[ And then a moment later, his past isn’t even something he’s remotely thinking about. Hearing that Zoro was here but left is a slight blow, but he’d never show that on his face, not when it comes to the green-haired swordsman that still refuses to admit how much he enjoys his cooking. His face lights up when he hears that Nami is here— eyes bright, grin brighter— even though he feels conflicted about that. ]

Damn. Hope Zoro and Luffy made it home together. [ That would be ideal. Sanji might not get along with Zoro, but that way, Luffy’ll have someone around to watch his back. ] Nami’s really here… and a queen… yeah, that suits her. I need to find her as soon as I can. [ He pauses and then asks another question. ] Is she doing okay? I guess so if she’s a queen, but… she’s part of our crew. I gotta make sure she’s okay.

West Blue. [ And that is, also, all Shanks wants to say about that. He looks down for a moment, then back at Sanji's face, watching his expressions morph through one bit of information to the next. ]

I would hope so, as well. They disappeared around the same time, so they should be home. Together. [ As for Nami.... ]

She is. Perhaps bereft with the absence of her crew, but that only means your presence should comfort her. [ Not that Shanks doubted Luffy picked loyal and caring crew members, but Sanji's reactions and words confirm that the other crew care for each other, and he's glad to know it. ]

I could tell you where her suite is?

[ Sanji’s head dips in a quick nod after Shanks’ reveals where he’s from and doesn’t press the issue. He understands all too well the reluctance to talk about that kind of thing. And the rest of the conversation is, understandably, more pressing for him.

His face softens at the news that Luffy and Zoro left at the same time and something like hope blooms in him that they’re safe and together back on the Merry. Waiting for Nami, and now, for him, too. ]

Shit, I can imagine. I was feeling pretty damn bereft a few moments ago. [ It was barely two weeks ago— give or take— when he’d still been back on the Baratie, still working the line, the drudgery of churning out an endless parade of well-done steak gnawing away at his patience and sanity. That he’s come to care this much about these people in so short time is a testament to how special they are.

Relief floods across his face and Shanks’ off and he nods decisively, a broad grin stretched across his face. ] I’d appreciate that. I think she would, too. [ A pause. ] I owe you for that, Shanks. I won’t forget it.

[ Yes, Shanks' can understand keeping certain items unmentioned, so he doesn't press Sanji, either. ]

[ Shanks nods his head, feeling the emptiness and lack of his crew, as well. The food is good, here, but it's not Lucky Roux's, and the booze never hits right. He was a little more pleased at getting to see Luffy again, and he won't deny this chance to be with Buggy and get to know Nami better - will never turn down the chance to meet and get to know new people - but bereft is a good word for the feeling that chases him down when he's not on his guard. ]

[ He empathizes easily with that position Nami and Sanji are in. For now, the least he can do is reunite them. ]

[ Owe him? Nonsense. Shanks lifts his hand to wave off the very idea, but starts to smirk, even as he does. ] Not at all.

But, I have heard from Luffy how great your cooking is. You could make me some rice to prove his boasting correct. We could easily call it even after that.

I'll take you now, if you like?

[ Oh, Sanji definitely thinks he’ll still owe Shanks, regardless of what the other man has to say about the matter. Anyone who helps him find a crewmate in a place like this— this shitty resort with it’s dumb game— is someone he’ll always feel inclined to help, especially when the chips are down. ]

I’ll make you whatever you want— fried rice, a nice steak, a good curry. Just tell me whatever it is you want and I’ll make it, free of charge. [ His eyes light up as he says it, a big grin on his face. Cooking is Sanji’s passion, after all, and having the opportunity to make something for someone who helped him is definitely something he enjoys. ] I gotta defend my Captain’s reputation while he’s away.

[ His eyes sweep out over the vast array of gauzy tents where the other deities and royals are set-up. Now that he knows Nami’s a queen, he’s half tempted to search each one until he finds her. She’s probably here, somewhere, and they just haven’t run into her yet.

Searching for her might not yield any results, though, and knowing where her suite is… well, that would be a lot more helpful. So he nods, done with the food anyway, hunger pangs still refusing to relent and starts to rise. ]

I’d like that. [ He grins as he says it and then gestures at the bottle of rum with a couple of fingers. ] Don’t forget that, yeah? Don’t want some other servant who appreciates rum less to walk off with it.

[ Hopefully they can compromise with food, then. Shanks is more than good with that, especially if Sanji's cooking is as good as Luffy is convinced. ]

Fried rice would be wonderful. [ The steak is a bit tempting, though. ] Especially made by someone decent so I don't have to worry the food has aphrodisiacs in it. [ Not that that particular fact stops Shanks from eating, or seems like he is that worried about it. ]

[ There's a laugh as he, plucks up the rum bottle. ] Thank you, of course. This is mine, now.

[ He cants his head to the royal tents. He's still not used to the watches they have, so it's only an after thought. ] You could text her, though. It might be faster.

[ Some cooks might be offended by Shanks’ choice with something as seemingly simple as Fried Rice, but Sanji just smiles and nods and jots a mental note to make good on his promise eventually. ]

Consider it done. [ There’s a soft chuckle as he nods his head, a burst of frustrated exasperation that they need to worry about aphrodisiacs at all making his eyebrow twitch a moment later. ] Shit, yeah, any food I make is safe. That’s part of my code as a cook. [ Not that he’ll always have a choice about what he eats, probably, but at the very least, he can guarantee that anything he cooks won’t be tainted.

He tosses another grin as Shanks grabs the bottle, nodding with satisfaction. He didn’t order that rum for it to go to waste and, again, he owes him enough that it’s the least he can do for the moment. ]

Text? [ As unused to the watches as Shanks is, Sanji’s even less used to them. ] What’s that?

{ Maybe other cooks would be offended, but Shanks really does adore fried rice. Lobster, too, but he didn't want to make that demand of Sanji from the start. ]

As previously discussed, you do have to be careful with the food here. I don't think the cooks here have the same outlook you do.

[ Shanks' eyebrows furrow for a moment. ] They really should give a run down of the technology here for those unfamiliar with it.

In my case, it's more of a vocal message that turns into text, but you can use your watch to communicate with others in multiple ways. The Video and voice options are much like using a transponder snail, just not as in tune with you, personally.

[ He gives his Watch voice comments to the text page, then tells it to send a message to Sanji. If Sanji looks at his Watch when it pings, it will give him a message from Shanks:

Welcome to Golden Peacock, Sanji. :) ]

I'm sure you'll figure it out.

Yeah, they, uh, didn’t seem very concerned with anything other than fawning over me earlier. [ That doesn’t really say much, other than that the cooks here are whole-heartedly playing in whatever game the House is playing, but it’s enough that Sanji wouldn’t trust them with his food.

He laughs at Shanks’ comment a moment later and nods after glancing down at his Watch. Sanji’s confident he could probably figure it out with enough time— any good cook knows the importance of being able to adjust and improvise on the fly— but having Shanks here to give him an overview makes things go much quicker.

A moment later and his watch dings with the message. It’s so simple and quick that he has to shake his head with amazement. ]

Shit, you make it look so easy. Just like that and you can, what, send anyone here a message?

[ He repeats the process himself, with a little more difficulty, just to make sure he can reliable reproduce what Shanks has just shown him, resulting in the following message being sent to him:

thanks for all the help, shanks ]

Yeah, that was damn simple. [ He pauses and looks back down at the Watch, then up at Shanks. ] I guess I really can just message her and find out where she’s at, yeah? No need for you to show me where her suite is.

[ Shanks' eyebrow raises to word fawning. Rather uncomfortable from strangers, especially after just arriving to a place like this. Strange environment, strange expectations, and people with their hands all over you. No, the food is typically spiked and not trustworthy in this place. ]

Yes. [ Shanks grins. ] It is that simple. And you should have a contact list on there, so you can search by name.

Probably best Nami tell you where her suite is, after all.

Shit, yeah. [ Chuckling, Sanji nods at Shanks’ comment. He doesn’t think Nami would really mind if Shanks showed him the way to her suit— in her shoes, he’d be ecstatic— but he’s already taken up enough of his time. ] I’ll just ask her when I message her.

[ Actually, he probably won’t come out and ask it right away, but that’s fine. He’ll think about exactly what to send her in a few moments.

Before Shanks turns to go, though, Sanji gives him one last giant grin. ] Thanks again for all your help. Won’t forget it. And I won’t forget about that fried rice I owe you, either.

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I think we're good to wrap here?

yep!! sounds good to me.