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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

Chika was comfortable with a lot of things, but the worship and the public sex...it felt very hedonistic. He certainly wasn't comfortable with it yet.

Which was why he was more then happy to focus on Vil and his actions, relaxing to realize that he wouldn't have to perform. Not right away at least.

"No." He shook his head. His hands flexed, and he admitted, "Not yet. There's some...things brewing. Hunger, 'course. Antsy and...feeling a little snappy. I got some time."

How much, he wasn't even sure of. It was bringing up some urges to transform, but that wasn't easy to explain. Not when he wasn't ready to explain he was a werewolf.

Staying calm under pressure was fortunately something Vil had a lot of practice with, as an actor and a dorm manager wrangling sixty-something teenage boys before and after classes. He could handle keeping someone calm and focused as they tried out some different things.

"Good. Then we have time to see what might alleviate your hunger." Because it was still a hunger, even if they couldn't pinpoint just how bad things could get with whatever effect had been used on the Wildcards. "I'm not about to massage your feet, so give me your hands." Despite his refined and polite tone, he didn't leave room to think this was a request.

Vil turned his hands to coax Chika to extend one over. His hands are smooth and show no small amount of care has been taken in keeping them nice, long fingers ending in manicured nails painted in nude gloss.

Maybe it helped too that Chika was willing to listen. And all the better he wasn't his teenage self here. He still winced at the memories of how much of a hellion he'd been.

"I wouldn't want to punish you with my feet." The joke was weak, but it was still a joke of sorts. But he offered his hand.

In comparison, Chika's hands were large, rough, and clearly used for work. There was even signs of past injuries on his knuckles. But he still offered a gentle raised eyebrows.

"Though this might be a punishment too." Still, he added, more quietly: "Thank you."

He'd clearly been spiraling, and now Vil was massaging his hands. He was really getting spoiled like he was a kid.

Vil smiled a bit at the weak joke, assuming it came from a place of nervousness. While he wouldn't do something like this with someone who was being fidgety and rude, he could appreciate the attempt right now.

"I'd rather see this taken care of than risk seeing side effects. I imagine they would be unpleasant." He inspected Chika's hands broadly, thumbs brushing over worn palms and rough joints. His smile grew as his eyes briefly flitted back up to Chika's face. "My, your hands are large. But you're also quite tall, if I'm not mistaken."

He was used to being one of the taller people in the room, back in school. Not so much in the resort, though he was still much taller than a number of his acquaintances.

Chika could be filled with snark and sass, but he did have some manners. And a brain, which he sometimes used.

"I don't think people want to be injured. Normally." He admitted, even as Vil went over his hands. "But you're right. I'm a tall one."

It was a distraction, which he appreciated. He needed it to calm his nerves. "But yeah. You should have seen me before my growth spurt- I was just this real pipsqueak. Never looked...refined though. Or elegant. Not like your hands."

It was a weird compliment but...they were comparing hands. He didn't always use his brains.

Vil gently tutted Chika when he heard that compliment, releasing his left hand to focus on the right. With one hand it aloft, he started a more methodical massage, starting with his smallest finger and working across.

"Normally I wouldn't object to compliments, but this is supposed to be about you. You and that hunger." He tried to think of what else he could be doing, moving the conversation along and trying to add in 'worship' through touch and speech. "Tell me a little about yourself. My name is Vil. Vil Schoenheit."

He could think of more awkward ways to exchange names, but this was certainly a unique situation.

Oh, that was weird. Not in a bad way but- he'd never had a hand massage before. But it did feel nice, to have the attention on his hands.

"My bad. I'll be more careful." Kind of a silly thing to say, but this was a strange situation where Vil was trying to soothe a beast from becoming a monster.

"Well...if we're doing this...I go by Chika. But that's not my legal name. Gemaryah Washington."

He made a face. "Chika's better though." A weird way to reveal the name he hated, but here they were.

A huff of laughter escaped Vil at the somewhat silly response. Hard to tell if that was still nervousness or him starting to relax, but they were early into this massage.

"Chika. That's quite a departure from ... Gemaryah." He repeated the names carefully, finding them unfamiliar but not unpleasant. "But I agree. Your legal name sounds almost pretentious in length. A different air altogether from how you come across right now."

He spoke clearly and deliberately, his opinion given with confidence. He felt like he was getting a decent impression of Chika at the moment.

"Believe me. I got all sorts of flak for it when I was a kid." He shook his head. He was feeling better now- more at ease now they were doing something other then worry. Or at least, that's how Chika felt.

Maybe massages was actually the cure for the hunger after all. "I tried other nicknames. But Chika..."

He made a soft noise. "Funny enough, it was more of an...affectionate nickname from someone who cared for me when I needed it. It felt right. So. It's Chika now." He shrugged, but carefully, not wanting to pull away. "If I was a Gemaryah? In truth? I'd have much nicer nails."

While Vil didn't give more than the hint of laughter that had already been on his lips, he smiled at the more confidently delivered joke. Whether or not they were actually doing something about the hunger, at least things were a little more comfortable.

"I see. I was going to ask, considering it's quite different from your given name." So it was nice of him to think ahead in that regard.

He turned over Chika's hand to scrutinize his nails, invoking a more imperious tone as he ran his index finger along the curve of one. "If you were under my watch, you would be applying nail toner and taking a nail brush to each and every one of these. Especially before such a nice meal."

For all this was an exercise go ensure things would be appeased, it was fun. Vil's company was unexpected as it was kind. He could forget about the danger at least a little.

"Oh yeah. I know it's weird. I just don't care. It's mine."

It was filled with love. That was what mattered. Though...he started laughing under his breath.

"I'm sorry Vil. I've never even heard of nail toner. Will you forgive me for being so...coarse?"

"I suppose I must. Not everyone will know about beauty routines and the intricacies of self-care." Though there was a slightly theatrical tinge to his words, Vil went right back to massaging Chika's fingers one by one. By the time he reached his thumb, he was ready to speak more on the subject.

"It's clear that you work hard, whatever it is that you do. I could chide you on scarred knuckles and dry skin, but how 'coarse' you are only matters to me if you think it should. Everyone strives for different things, and beauty isn't everyone's priority."

His tone was thoughtful, words shaped by a mindset he has held the majority of his life. Not everyone could, or should, try to meet his standards.

"Oh, that? I'm an electrian with speciality in grounding magic within residential and businesses." Not that he thought he'd get to do that here. Which was a pity.

He loved his work. "But I guess if I'm out of a job, I should take up new hobbies and habits. Pick up nail toner and start having...facials?"

His own voice was just as theatrical, lightly poking fun at himself. "That's a thing people do right? Facials? Do they have hand facials?"

Vil's shoulders shook with silent laughter as he listened to Chika poke fun at his own lack of knowledge with beauty treatments. He wasn't sure if the questions were genuine or part of the joke, but he answered all the same.

"For your hands, it would be called a soak. Seeing as a facial has to do with your face." He tapped at Chika's thumbnail emphatically before sliding his fingers down to massage at his palm. "You can soak your hands to moisturize them or strengthen your nails if they happen to be weak. You don't seem to have that problem."

But Chika had also mentioned something he hadn't quite expected, so Vil latched onto that tidbit next.

"Grounding magic? What do you mean? You somehow route magic into buildings?"

"I have no idea. I keep hearing everything being called a facial these days." He was laughing too, quietly as his hands were massaged. He could feel them finally start to relax under Vil's administration's. Maybe it was the touch or just that the banter was that much fun.

"Maybe my hands do need a soak." He murmured, before moving to answer the question.

"Oh sure. Magic generators can be used as a back up in case the main power goes out. Plus, it's a little like...a safety measure. It also takes any energy that's inside or outside of the home and grounds it. Like a lighting rod. Lots of mages need that sort of thing, especially if they have kids."

"Interesting. It sounds somewhat like technomancy. Safeguards and enhancements to normal technology." While he had access to the books in the library to read about things in different worlds, it was always fascinating to hear of similarities and differences directly from others.

Vil paused as he finished with Chika's hand, lifting his gaze to look at him. While the company and conversation were surprisingly pleasant, he didn't want to lose focus on why they were doing this, and his eyes searched for any signs of positive results.

"How are you feeling? Are you still feeling that hunger?"

"It is technomancy, sort of." He shrugged. "The thing is, I don't make the parts myself. I can modify them though, customize it if that's what needs to happen."

Because some households had some weird things going on. To put it kindly. But his hand no longer massaged, he flexed his fingers. And gently he checked in on himself- and felt relief.

"It's getting better." He confirmed, closing his eyes for a few moments. "Weirdest way I've heard of solving a problem in my life."

And he'd been through a few wild situations before.

"It's likely only a temporary solution, so you may have to commit yourself to more conversations and massages." Vil smiled wryly at Chika's relief, rolling his shoulders and glancing out across the banquet again. "But if it's anything like other ... games here in the resort, it will eventually stop. You will be able to eat food and feel satisfied without all of this hand-holding."

It was as much assurance as he could give without them resorting to something stronger than a massage.

"I'm a mage myself, so I found that part of our conversation quite interesting. Thank you for sharing."

"Well, I like mages." Chika returned, and smiled. It was better now- he could at least pretend to be normal for a little while longer.

"Thanks Vil. This whole thing was unconventional, specially for a first meeting. But- I owe you one."

While he didn't quite roll his eyes, Vil huffed a note of laughter in agreement. "I think you'll find everything about being in the resort to be unconventional in some way. But I'll keep that in mind.

He brushed at his lap, his smile aimed at his hands as he prepared to stand. "You never know when you might need a favor."

"Oh goody." Chika's voice was very dry as he watched Vil prepare to leave. It was- assuring. Truly it was, to have this small act of kindness.

Maybe he wouldn't just drown in hedonistic actions after all.

"'Course- if you ever want me to help buff you nails, or put things away that are real high up. Well. I got a feeling you'll know how to find me."

Of course, if the blond needed his help with other things, he would. No matter how illicit it was.

Possible friends looked out for one another after all.

The offer had Vil drawing one of his hands to his mouth to smother a laugh, his eyes showing the amusement he wasn't going to show off to the rest of the room. "If I need your help buffing my nails, I think I'll have to teach you how to do it, first."

He smoothly moved his hand to tap at the Watch on his wrist. "I'll keep an eye out for you on the network, whenever you register your name there. The resort is huge and we may not see each other otherwise."

It was perhaps too early to subscribe to the idea of them being friends, but there was no harm to being friendly. Better to deal with the hedonistic side of the resort with someone like that rather than an absolute stranger.

"I gotta start somewhere. Best to learn from the best."

He was smiling, but with the hunger eased- it wasn't a surprise. He was a smiley kind of guy when he wasn't nervous.

"Sure." His eyes drifted to the watch, curious but not overly so. He'd seen similar in his world. "I'll call when all is calm, private message and all that."

He paused, and his smile widened. "Hopefully it won't be something about me being lost."

Ah, there was a compliment he wasn't about to wave away. Vil smiled primly, proudly, at Chika's nod at his knowledge.

"A message would be welcome after this is all over. You can tell me where you end up, after being treated like a lord around here."

An exasperated sigh escaped him as he considered the possibility Chika presented. "Hopefully it won't involve you being lost."

At least now Vil could enjoy the compliment without too much trouble.

"With the way things go, I bet I'll be bottom of the barrel." Though he paused. A small smile hovered over his mouth.

"You'll save me if I'm all turned around though. Right?"

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