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TDM 05
【 Thank you for choosing the Golden Peacock, 5-star resort and casino. You are currently registered as a WILDCARD in our system.
Due to a high volume of check-ins, temporary accommodations have been made in our KING SUITES for all new arrivals. We will endeavor to have all guests moved into their reserved rooms as soon as possible. We deeply apologize for any inconvenience.
As a token of our gratitude for your understanding, front reception has arranged for a GRAND FEAST to welcome our newest guests. The attendance of all guests is required. The house will enforce compliance.
Please note that rank-appropriate attire is mandatory. Guests found breaking social code may be disciplined. We hope you enjoy your stay! 】
ARRIVAL
DIVINE AWAKENING
All King suites have been set to the Heavenly setting for the comfort of these new Wildcards. To call this place a room feels like a misnomer; all of the senses scream that this is a real temple at the top of a crisp oceanside mountain. The only clue that this place isn't what it seems is the door in the distance. It stands dark against light, a stark rectangle distinctly out of place.
New arrivals aren't waking up alone. Reception would never expect their guests to wake up in a cold bed. All new guests will be waking up next to another Wildcard or a current guest snatched up from the hallways. Guests waking up in these heavenly King suites will wake dressed in sheer white tunics and togas that leave very little to the imagination.
GILDED CAGE
AN ENDLESS FEAST
Rugs and cushions have been laid out for low rank guests. All high rank guests have thrones and benches covered in crushed velvet and delicate linens. Wildcards have a seat of honor amongst it all, each fresh new divine lead to the grand dais for their own semi-private tent with daybed and eager servants.
Low ranks are carefully watched by security and wait staff. Some low rank guests may even be dragged in by resort staff to assist serving high rank guests and Wildcards. All high rank guests and Wildcards are revered and catered to during the feast. Low rank guests are expected to feed them, rub their feet, and comply with any whimsical demands. Any low rank guest that defies a higher ranked guest is at risk of being shackled, forced to scrub chamber pots, and other humiliating punishments.
PHOENIX CASINO
ALEA IACTA EST
The game tables are abuzz. Special games have kicked off in honor of the new godlings that are waiting to check in. Even here, those of different ranks are distinct from one another. The lowest ranks wear small slips of clothing. Some are even collared to show they belong to a particular royal or Wildcard. Royals and Wildcards dress luxuriously in thick robes and golden jewelry.
Game managers clap and encourage guests of all ranks to join in on the fun. While there are numerous card games, slot machines, and raffles happening around the casino, staff are promoting three events in particular.
BEAK
ENTERTAIN YOUR BETTERS
Beneath the open arena is a smaller closed arena and the warrior’s bunk. Warriors will find cold showers, rustic wooden benches, and training weapons available for their use. Deep in the earth is a grimy prison where servants who refuse to battle are thrown to wait for their turn. There are also cages where the hungry “animals” wait to go out and entertain the masses.
A long track rings around the perimeter of the arena. Gone is the standard green fuzz and white lines, replaced with stone and dust to elicit the real feeling of running beneath the hot Grecian sun. Foot and chariot races take place throughout the day.
TALON
SHOW OF STRENGTH
Servants that appear too fragile to handle mud wrestling have been conscripted into the oil bearer role. Their job is to slather the warriors in oil from head to toe, and otherwise prepare them for their matches in either the arena or in the pit. This includes styling their hair, tending to their wounds, and wiping the sweat off of their bodies if so desired.
The locker rooms that connect Beak and Talon have been fully stocked with first aid kits and luxury bathing supplies. Warriors that have won their matches get first pick, leaving the dirty towels and shampoo that smells like ass for the losers to sift through. Those sneaky ghost hands are having a field day, snapping rat tails at unsuspecting bathers and locking naked warriors together in the supply closet. Guests lacking vigilance may find their bottoms unexpectedly pinched.
INDULGENCE
DESIRES FROM THE VOID
Things begin to move around the resort. The forgotten and the old exhale a dusty breath. Like the hunger that the Wildcards woke up with upon arrival, as its heart begins to beat quicker, there is a tension in the air of those things hungering to feed. To join in, and indulge. To get what they want.
And they’re coming out.
OOC NOTES
▶ BLANKET CW: Alcohol; aphrodisiacs; battle; blood; bondage; compulsion; costumes; discipline; dominance; drowning; dubcon; fears; fighting; food; hierarchy; humiliation; indulgence; kidnapping; noncon; paranormal; power imbalance; roleplay; servitude; stalking; submission; supernatural; terror; violence; weapons
▶ All characters on the TDM are WILDCARDS, which means they have not yet been assigned a card value. Suits will not manifest until characters are accepted into the game.
▶ All TDMs are game canon. This TDM acts as the game's August event. Changes to the above locations will ICly be present from August 15th - September 1st.
▶ Current characters may top level on the TDM. Any current characters posting to the TDM should note they are current in their subject header.
▶ The top level directory is for new characters only. We want to make sure new characters are prioritized and receive attention! If you would be interested in a game invitation, you can note that in your comment header.
▶ If you aren't satisfied with these prompts, please feel free to check out our LOCATIONS to explore more of the resort!
▶ Smut threads that take place on this TDM can be used for rewards. If both parties in the smut thread join the game, you may retroactively apply the character's initial card values to your 52 bank. If one character does not join the game the thread will not be applicable toward rewards (as that character would not have a card value). The character that does join would still receive a small payout for the encounter. Hopefully it was a fun thread regardless!
▶ Wildcard tokens from the GILDED CAGE prompt may be redeemed even if the newbie(s) in question do not join the game, but only for the small item reward; the token does not carry over to Game 52.
▶ We ask you to kindly add content warnings to your threads as appropriate.
▶ If you do not currently have permissions and kinks listed in your character’s journal we suggest leaving a note in your top level of any limits or boundaries for other players to reference.
▶ Don't forget to relax and enjoy the end of your summer! ♥
▶ All characters on the TDM are WILDCARDS, which means they have not yet been assigned a card value. Suits will not manifest until characters are accepted into the game.
▶ All TDMs are game canon. This TDM acts as the game's August event. Changes to the above locations will ICly be present from August 15th - September 1st.
▶ Current characters may top level on the TDM. Any current characters posting to the TDM should note they are current in their subject header.
▶ The top level directory is for new characters only. We want to make sure new characters are prioritized and receive attention! If you would be interested in a game invitation, you can note that in your comment header.
▶ If you aren't satisfied with these prompts, please feel free to check out our LOCATIONS to explore more of the resort!
▶ Smut threads that take place on this TDM can be used for rewards. If both parties in the smut thread join the game, you may retroactively apply the character's initial card values to your 52 bank. If one character does not join the game the thread will not be applicable toward rewards (as that character would not have a card value). The character that does join would still receive a small payout for the encounter. Hopefully it was a fun thread regardless!
▶ Wildcard tokens from the GILDED CAGE prompt may be redeemed even if the newbie(s) in question do not join the game, but only for the small item reward; the token does not carry over to Game 52.
▶ We ask you to kindly add content warnings to your threads as appropriate.
▶ If you do not currently have permissions and kinks listed in your character’s journal we suggest leaving a note in your top level of any limits or boundaries for other players to reference.
▶ Don't forget to relax and enjoy the end of your summer! ♥
pff more like shield him from finding any dignity
[Senku's been here longer, surely he can figure out the answers! Like what if he has to use the restroom, or gets hungry? He can't stay up there forever.]
What if- GYAAAHH!
[Natsume had turned to look toward the front of the business, but the last thing he'd expected to see was the statue appearing mere inches away from him, eyes closed and looking as if it had just taken a deep breath of his hair's scent. How had it snuck up on him!?]
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Do you want a backup plan or n-?
[He's cut short by the scream and whirls around to see the statue. Maybe this decision has just been made for them.]
Are we running or are you ready to give Mr. Loverboy here a chance?
[Did the statue's expression just look almost hopeful?]
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Do I really have a choice anymore?
[There was a wary employee of the store peering into the aisle. So far nothing has been destroyed, but now they have an idea on who to blame if that changed. Natsume held still, even held his breath as a marbled hand reached for his face.]
Whatever happens, don't leave me alone with it!
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He does take a moment to put the rope back on the shelf. It won't do them any good if he can't get it tied around him before he's in the clutches of the statue. If something goes horribly wrong, it's back to backup plan F. Call for help.]
Do you want to do this right here?
[Whatever "this" might end up being, and Senku certainly has his ideas, they're signing themselves up for potentially high levels of public indecency and property damage if they stay in the aisle.
Now that it's being more agreeable, he speaks directly to the statue.]
You've followed us this far. Walking to a new location won't be a big deal, right?
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I do not want to be doing anything here!
[Will the statue even take Natsume's wishes into consideration? It hadn't so far, which was why he was still incredibly wary of it.
The statue however, seems to be amenable to the suggestion. Reaching out, it grabs Natsume around the waist and throws him over its shoulder like a damsel in need of rescue, one hand firmly on his back to keep him from going anywhere. They.. they were probably going to need lube, weren't they? Not that the statue is stopping for anything in the store. It seems to be heading back the way they'd come, its steps much lighter now that it wasn't running full-speed after them.]
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They...they were probably going to need lube, weren't they?]
I'll meet you at the front. Be careful with him, big guy!
[The statue seems to be doing better now that they're going along with what he wants, so Senku figures keeping up the friendly tone won't hurt. Still, he's not going to waste any time in case it has other ideas. He runs to the lube section, grabs the first few bottles he sees, and hurries to a register, flashing his Watch at the payment screen at the first opportunity and snatching his bag off the counter before the transaction is even fully completed.
Now to head for the exit and hope the statue didn't make a break for it.]
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You didn't get anything embarrassing, did you?
[Somehow he doesn't put it past this guy, even though they've just met tonight. If Natsume sounds a little cranky, it's because he's nervous about what he suspects is going to happen. He isn't so innocent as to be completely clueless, but, well. He's never been in a situation quite like this before.]
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Heh heh, no more embarrassing than the way he's holding you.
[He pulls out one of the bottles of lube and holds it where he can see.
The statue looks, too, then gives Senku a hearty pat on the shoulder to show its approval. He almost goes down, stumbling and just barely holding on to the bottle.]
I should have told you to be careful with me, too, and not just...
[He realizes their meeting was so frantic, he never actually got his name.]
What is your name? I'm Senku.
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[Surely this is the most embarrassing way to be introducing himself to someone. Once the statue starts moving again, a very resigned-looking Natsume props himself up so he can rest his chin in his hand. There's a flush across his face, but he's doing his best to ignore it. Now that he knows for sure what sort of thing the statue wants him for, it almost feels anti-climatic.
And a little embarrassing for all the ruckus he'd caused, too. People that had seen him in a mad dash for his life are now watching him do some sort of walk of shame now that he's been caught. That's what it feels like, anyway.]
What do we call this guy?
[Think about something else. Like... why does he actually feel a little better while he's being carried like this than he had before even bumping into the statue? Was it the divinity thing again? Really?]
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We can't exactly ask him, can we? Rocky? Mabu, short for Maburu?
[He tries to over-emphasize the katakana for marble as he speaks to get past whatever it is that lets their words cross all language barriers. Although he's making assumptions about the origin of a guy named Natsume, anyway.
As much as he can, Senku tries to lead their strange group away from the shopping area, but the larger question is where to go from there. The baths are a possibility - open and durable enough that the statue shouldn't cause any damage. But not even a millimeter's chance of being alone. They may be better off finding a secluded spot down one of the hallways winding through a less popular area of the building.]
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[That was right up there with him naming a youkai chick "Tama" after hatching it. Natsume does spot something just as they're about to leave the shopping district though. Something that might help him just as much as the lube in this case. It was a food stall covered in hearts and advertised food that was definitely not safe to eat. The familiar scent of spicy grilled meat filled the air.
Quickly, Natsume pointed right at it. The statue wasn't stopping this time, determinedly heading back to its pedestal.]
Senku! Get me one of those rabbit skewers!
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He looks at the signs around the stall and can't help but hesitate. Does he know what he's asking for?
No, no one could misinterpret those slogans. Or that [nsfw] graphic in the corner.
Natsume wants a little inspiration. That's reasonable enough. Considering. He nods and peels away from them.]
Be right back.
[No matter how efficiently Senku tries to complete the purchase, Mabu is walking like a (stone) man on a mission now. Hot meat paid for, he heaves a giant sigh and runs to catch up with them.]
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Thanks, I don't know what I'd do without you.
[With that, Natsume grabs the skewer and starts eating it quickly. Last time he'd had one, he'd eaten it slower, and the effects had taken a while to kick in. When they did though, they'd been strong. It'd be more a question of whether Mabu would be able to keep up after he ate this.]
I've had some resistance built up to drugged food, but I know this works on me.
[They're headed toward a garden area full of tall hedges covered in fragrant flowers. There's a circular area with a small gazebo set toward the center, filled with pillows and throws... and a group of girls that run out screeching when they see what was headed more or less straight for them. Mabu's empty pedestal is quickly spotted; a stone chaise that matched two other statues lounging around the perimeter.]
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[He's not so great at accepting expressions of appreciation.
And that raises some questions. Depending on how much of Natsume's initial assumptions about the statue came from real knowledge versus superstition, Senku thought the divergence between their worlds - besides the obvious - might be the existence of demons. Now there's a resistance to drugged food. It just doesn't seem like the right time to interrogate him.
They've ended up at the gardens. Shows how little of a nature boy he is when he's not forced into it that he thought of every other option first. It's actually not a bad location for some privacy. Especially after the other garden visitors flee before them.
More specifically, Mabu's home base. Here's hoping they have the right idea, and he's not about to turn Natsume into a statue. Senku knows how to depetrify people in his world, but the chemicals are untested on this material.
They have their not completely public location. They have their lube. They have their drugs.]
You still okay with this?
[He's not sure what he can do if he says no, but he wants to be sure. Tagging along is starting to feel like offering Natsume up as a sacrifice.]
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... Natsume really would be quite the subject for scientific investigation for this guy, wouldn't he?]
Y-yeah. I wouldn't exactly say I'm used to it, but something like this has happened to me before. I'll be okay, I promise.
[Especially with the food he'd hurriedly eaten on the way here. He was right in that eating it all right away would make it kick in quicker. Something like a full dose all at once, maybe. Enough that his thoughts were straying toward the more appreciative of something like the big, strong hand that had started massaging his ass. It was clear that the statue had one thing in mind now that they were back to its base. Turning to sit, it pulled Natsume down into its lap with ease.
Natsume wasn't resisting, having started to feel a very familiar warmth running through his veins. He wasn't losing himself to the drug, not yet at least, but it definitely helped the situation. It wasn't as if it were all bad, either. Mabu, as they'd dubbed him, had decided the best place to start was with a kiss. Natsume didn't mind that, though the statue was physically larger than even the average large human. While he'd never kissed stone before, this was thankfully a marbled type that grew slick when wet... or kissed. That was a little embarrassing to think about.
Feeling warm enough, Natsume's fingers started to fumble for the clasp of the robe he was wearing. There were underthings to deal with as well, but he didn't trust the statue not to simply pull them off of him or something.]
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Natsume saying he'll be okay isn't some kind of false bravado. He looks relaxed as Mabu pulls him in, enough that Senku wonders for a moment if he should excuse himself. It's both his promise to stick with him and the idea that he should be there just in case something goes wrong that keep him there.]
Just tell me if you need anything.
[Thinking of things Natsume might need brings his attention back to the bag that's been hanging off his arm. Senku will just scoot in and place one of the bottles of lube in the outstretched hand of the closest statue.
Honestly, there are a lot of interesting points to observe. He would have assumed kissing the statue would be like rubbing a pumice stone on his lips, but it looks natural. From his vantage point, the statue is also taking more care with his flesh-and-blood lover than he would have expected. It allows him to be a little less on edge as he watches.]
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The unexpected part came when Mabu suddenly flipped him over to lean across the back of the stone chaise. Like the base's owner, the stone was thankfully marble and not something to scrape his skin raw. Natsume's breath caught in his throat when one of his legs were hoisted up, and Mabu's tongue, now wet from Natsume's own saliva, sought out and started licking over his own cock, quickly bringing him to fullness with shocked little gasps and noises.
A muscular, stone arm suddenly thrust outward in Senku's direction, hand open. Demanding. Mabu was busy; he certainly wasn't going to get up to fetch the lube when he had Senku here to help them out. Natsume was hardly paying attention to what was going on beyond what was happening to him. The stone mouth was cold yet smooth, damp yet quickly drying out, and underneath it all the fire of the aphrodesiac was burning brighter.]
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He's jolted out of his contemplation of Natsume getting a blow job - another moment when he wonders about texture - when there's a large stone hand not even a meter from his face. Apparently, Natsume wasn't the only one listening when Senku said to let him know if he needed anything. Senku passes Mabu the other bottle.
He has the sense he should acknowledge him to keep things on friendly terms, like when he told him to be careful in the store, and claps the statue on the shoulder.]
Go get him, big guy.
[Yes, he realizes he already has him. This is his first time in this role. He doesn't know what the appropriate sentiment is.]
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Natsume hadn't expected the move at all, but it's all he can do to try to cling to the marble chaise and not let himself slide away. Though with the grip Mabu has on his leg, that probably wasn't possible either. The golden etchings of a cherry blossom tree across Natsume's body start to flicker in response to the pleasure Natsume is feeling. When the statue drops Natsume's cock from its mouth to delve lower, the noises Natsume was making suddenly go a pitch higher.
It was quite the sight for a voyeur. A large, muscular, smooth marble statue of a man carved to be so realistic, strong enough to manhandle someone- Natsume- into the perfect position by simply dropping the crushed bottle to slide that hand under Natsume's ass and lift it higher. High enough to meet mouth and tongue to tight muscle. Mabu's smooth marbled tongue was slick from the lube, pressing around the ring of Natsume's ass teasingly before shoving its way inside. Natsume didn't try to be quiet about the shocked, pleasured shout that he made. His hands were too busy holding Mabu's head right where it was to bother with trying to cover his own mouth.]
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But would something dangerous be so focused on providing this level of pleasure? He doubts he would want to stop if he asked him right now.
When Senku considers the level of detail in every muscle, in every knuckle in the hand holding Natsume's leg (He's just here for the art appreciation?) it gives weight to the theory that the statues were once guests. On the other hand, Mabu seems more like a golem than a living person brought back to life.
A rimming golem. He's read about it. He's read about a lot of things while sifting through the library for useful information on how they got here. The idea just struck him as something that would range from awkward to uncomfortable in practice, like when he learned about the back of the knee being an erogenous zone. It has just rocketed up the list of things he needs to try.]
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From the way Natsume writhed, it probably looked like almost too much for him to handle. It was the aphrodesiac though, burning its way through Natsume's veins to the point where every touch was a craving that he couldn't get enough of. On top of all that, feeling the weight of Senku's gaze on him made an entirely different, guilty sort of pleasure wash over him.
Finally, Mabu seemed to decide Natsume was ready enough. The statue pulled back, lips and chin dripping. It swiped a hand across its face and threw back the robe that had been bunched in its lap, revealing a sight that would make most people reconsider this situation. Large stone hand found even larger cock, making it glisten in the sunlight. One stroke, two, then before he could properly catch his breath, Natsume found himself being lifted, turned back to chest, and manhandled into position.
Natsume's eyes were closed at first, and his own cock was twitching with how close he'd come to orgasm already. It was all he could do to lean back against Mabu, reaching up to wrap one arm around the statue's neck and brace his hand against the opposite arm. He knew what was coming next, and let out a slow breath to focus on relaxing his body. Senku was watching him, and he didn't want to alarm his new friend. The head of Mabu's cock breached him easily, Natsume's body stretching to accommodate as the statue let him down over it slowly. His body started to tremble all on its own, and he opened his eyes to seek out Senku as he gasped, locking eyes with the other boy, feeling his body adjust as he sank down, and down even more.
When he was finally seated in Mabu's lap, there was a very noticeable bulge behind the skin of his stomach and under his ribcage. The statue itself seemed to give a pleased sigh, but it only allowed Natsume a moment to get used to just how full he was before starting to move. That was too much for Natsume, making him cry out as the receding orgasm was suddenly pulled right out of him.
If Senku was a little too close to the action, well. Natsume could apologize later.]