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TDM 05
【 Thank you for choosing the Golden Peacock, 5-star resort and casino. You are currently registered as a WILDCARD in our system.
Due to a high volume of check-ins, temporary accommodations have been made in our KING SUITES for all new arrivals. We will endeavor to have all guests moved into their reserved rooms as soon as possible. We deeply apologize for any inconvenience.
As a token of our gratitude for your understanding, front reception has arranged for a GRAND FEAST to welcome our newest guests. The attendance of all guests is required. The house will enforce compliance.
Please note that rank-appropriate attire is mandatory. Guests found breaking social code may be disciplined. We hope you enjoy your stay! 】
ARRIVAL
DIVINE AWAKENING
All King suites have been set to the Heavenly setting for the comfort of these new Wildcards. To call this place a room feels like a misnomer; all of the senses scream that this is a real temple at the top of a crisp oceanside mountain. The only clue that this place isn't what it seems is the door in the distance. It stands dark against light, a stark rectangle distinctly out of place.
New arrivals aren't waking up alone. Reception would never expect their guests to wake up in a cold bed. All new guests will be waking up next to another Wildcard or a current guest snatched up from the hallways. Guests waking up in these heavenly King suites will wake dressed in sheer white tunics and togas that leave very little to the imagination.
GILDED CAGE
AN ENDLESS FEAST
Rugs and cushions have been laid out for low rank guests. All high rank guests have thrones and benches covered in crushed velvet and delicate linens. Wildcards have a seat of honor amongst it all, each fresh new divine lead to the grand dais for their own semi-private tent with daybed and eager servants.
Low ranks are carefully watched by security and wait staff. Some low rank guests may even be dragged in by resort staff to assist serving high rank guests and Wildcards. All high rank guests and Wildcards are revered and catered to during the feast. Low rank guests are expected to feed them, rub their feet, and comply with any whimsical demands. Any low rank guest that defies a higher ranked guest is at risk of being shackled, forced to scrub chamber pots, and other humiliating punishments.
PHOENIX CASINO
ALEA IACTA EST
The game tables are abuzz. Special games have kicked off in honor of the new godlings that are waiting to check in. Even here, those of different ranks are distinct from one another. The lowest ranks wear small slips of clothing. Some are even collared to show they belong to a particular royal or Wildcard. Royals and Wildcards dress luxuriously in thick robes and golden jewelry.
Game managers clap and encourage guests of all ranks to join in on the fun. While there are numerous card games, slot machines, and raffles happening around the casino, staff are promoting three events in particular.
BEAK
ENTERTAIN YOUR BETTERS
Beneath the open arena is a smaller closed arena and the warrior’s bunk. Warriors will find cold showers, rustic wooden benches, and training weapons available for their use. Deep in the earth is a grimy prison where servants who refuse to battle are thrown to wait for their turn. There are also cages where the hungry “animals” wait to go out and entertain the masses.
A long track rings around the perimeter of the arena. Gone is the standard green fuzz and white lines, replaced with stone and dust to elicit the real feeling of running beneath the hot Grecian sun. Foot and chariot races take place throughout the day.
TALON
SHOW OF STRENGTH
Servants that appear too fragile to handle mud wrestling have been conscripted into the oil bearer role. Their job is to slather the warriors in oil from head to toe, and otherwise prepare them for their matches in either the arena or in the pit. This includes styling their hair, tending to their wounds, and wiping the sweat off of their bodies if so desired.
The locker rooms that connect Beak and Talon have been fully stocked with first aid kits and luxury bathing supplies. Warriors that have won their matches get first pick, leaving the dirty towels and shampoo that smells like ass for the losers to sift through. Those sneaky ghost hands are having a field day, snapping rat tails at unsuspecting bathers and locking naked warriors together in the supply closet. Guests lacking vigilance may find their bottoms unexpectedly pinched.
INDULGENCE
DESIRES FROM THE VOID
Things begin to move around the resort. The forgotten and the old exhale a dusty breath. Like the hunger that the Wildcards woke up with upon arrival, as its heart begins to beat quicker, there is a tension in the air of those things hungering to feed. To join in, and indulge. To get what they want.
And they’re coming out.
OOC NOTES
▶ BLANKET CW: Alcohol; aphrodisiacs; battle; blood; bondage; compulsion; costumes; discipline; dominance; drowning; dubcon; fears; fighting; food; hierarchy; humiliation; indulgence; kidnapping; noncon; paranormal; power imbalance; roleplay; servitude; stalking; submission; supernatural; terror; violence; weapons
▶ All characters on the TDM are WILDCARDS, which means they have not yet been assigned a card value. Suits will not manifest until characters are accepted into the game.
▶ All TDMs are game canon. This TDM acts as the game's August event. Changes to the above locations will ICly be present from August 15th - September 1st.
▶ Current characters may top level on the TDM. Any current characters posting to the TDM should note they are current in their subject header.
▶ The top level directory is for new characters only. We want to make sure new characters are prioritized and receive attention! If you would be interested in a game invitation, you can note that in your comment header.
▶ If you aren't satisfied with these prompts, please feel free to check out our LOCATIONS to explore more of the resort!
▶ Smut threads that take place on this TDM can be used for rewards. If both parties in the smut thread join the game, you may retroactively apply the character's initial card values to your 52 bank. If one character does not join the game the thread will not be applicable toward rewards (as that character would not have a card value). The character that does join would still receive a small payout for the encounter. Hopefully it was a fun thread regardless!
▶ Wildcard tokens from the GILDED CAGE prompt may be redeemed even if the newbie(s) in question do not join the game, but only for the small item reward; the token does not carry over to Game 52.
▶ We ask you to kindly add content warnings to your threads as appropriate.
▶ If you do not currently have permissions and kinks listed in your character’s journal we suggest leaving a note in your top level of any limits or boundaries for other players to reference.
▶ Don't forget to relax and enjoy the end of your summer! ♥
▶ All characters on the TDM are WILDCARDS, which means they have not yet been assigned a card value. Suits will not manifest until characters are accepted into the game.
▶ All TDMs are game canon. This TDM acts as the game's August event. Changes to the above locations will ICly be present from August 15th - September 1st.
▶ Current characters may top level on the TDM. Any current characters posting to the TDM should note they are current in their subject header.
▶ The top level directory is for new characters only. We want to make sure new characters are prioritized and receive attention! If you would be interested in a game invitation, you can note that in your comment header.
▶ If you aren't satisfied with these prompts, please feel free to check out our LOCATIONS to explore more of the resort!
▶ Smut threads that take place on this TDM can be used for rewards. If both parties in the smut thread join the game, you may retroactively apply the character's initial card values to your 52 bank. If one character does not join the game the thread will not be applicable toward rewards (as that character would not have a card value). The character that does join would still receive a small payout for the encounter. Hopefully it was a fun thread regardless!
▶ Wildcard tokens from the GILDED CAGE prompt may be redeemed even if the newbie(s) in question do not join the game, but only for the small item reward; the token does not carry over to Game 52.
▶ We ask you to kindly add content warnings to your threads as appropriate.
▶ If you do not currently have permissions and kinks listed in your character’s journal we suggest leaving a note in your top level of any limits or boundaries for other players to reference.
▶ Don't forget to relax and enjoy the end of your summer! ♥
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Deference only made sense. There was no reason to be at his throat (yet), and the more he could learn about the place now the better.
...Or, in the case of the suggestion being made, the longer he could wait to brace himself before setting out to the rest of this odd space, the better.]
I can think of worse ways to start the evening.
[Is it even evening? He's up, so it must be.
We'll even let Baptiste's ego-stroking fall to the wayside without comment. A wonderful bath buddy... really. How odd was it that that was a point of pride?
The boldness is met with relative ease, though - Miraj takes that hand once again and does use it as a slight support in escaping the massive, overly plush bed, actually letting the blankets fall off his shoulders and remain bunched up where he'd been sitting as he does so. The gauzy toga hides nothing, but there's no space for shame when they're about to be sharing a bath, anyway.
Lead the way, oh esteemed bath buddy.]
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He is the man that bridges the gap between reality and the reprieve the circus provides, after all. A guide for both audience and performer alike - a piece of his identity so deeply ingrained that the flourish comes natural now.
A heel-toed step in sandals whose ties are not the most comfortable - yet a passing reflection in a large mirror gives Baptiste pause. He has no interest in being a servant, but he did kill it in this short toga. The self-admiration is but a passing glance - but compounds with the playful ego-stroking he'd offered earlier. Baptiste is a man who loves himself as Baptiste the Performer. Baptiste the Bath Buddy. Baptiste the Guide. Each branch that sprouted away from the core he would never escape. is a beloved diversion.
A keen eye watches this kindred as he leads him across the stirring fog in the room. The mist clings and accents the fineries of the other as they move - adding to the shimmering quality of it. It's an eye-catch for sure. Baptiste idly wonders how it would look under the soft electric lights of home now that he's in the presence of someone else from home. Perhaps they were quaint, but how he loved their orange glow...]
[He clears his throat. Chuckles as he rounds the lip of the large tub to begin drawing warm water. A scan of the area around the bath offers shimmering bath bombs and petals - and Baptiste is too extra to simply leave those lay.
So he hoists up the delicate basin of bath bombs before he bowing and offering them to the man. An exaggerated play on his 'role.']
Okay, little god. I've heard you get first pick. [Not an ounce of true reverence here, Baptiste quickly content to run circles around someone who isn't going to truly expect subservience from him.]
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It made him hard to read.
Perhaps some of it was genuine - some of it had to be, considering the ease with which it was put on, but just how much of it was he'd yet to determine... though perhaps it didn't matter. Not now, not here, not when they'd both been pulled from home - a shared home, oddly enough - and the connection in that served as an anchor in the mist.
Passing by the mirror, he follows Baptiste's glance into it. There's no reflection of his own, of course, but it does provide another angle of the room, projected sweeping vistas writ small. It aids in the reality of the illusion, though the sunlight doing no harm crumbles any pretense of this being a reality in turn... which is good, all told, else he might be tempted to linger and reminisce.
Or he would, if he wasn't brought back to reality by the sound of his ~bath buddy~ clearing his throat and offering his own coy little not-quite-reverence.
Some might get their hackles up at the disrespect. At home, he might, even, depending on the situation they found themselves in. But here? In this one? The irreverence is more than welcome.]
Do I, now? One would think a self-appointed guide would have chosen the best one.
[Irreverence can meet irreverence, but at the same time he doesn't let Baptiste get the chance to choose one. Perhaps the deep red one - very nearly black - with dried rosebuds embedded in it was a shade... predictable, but it smells like oud and spice and smoke and seems far more indulgent than any of the lighter, floral options.]
Though I trust this will do?
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The other's quip is met with but a chuckle and a shake of his head. Even in the face of this assertion - Baptiste makes no move to pick one himself. He's drawn lines in the sand of what is a little too 'servant-like' for his liking. If he's to play 'guide' - it will be purely on his own terms for as long as he can get away with-
A tinge of cold again. The twisting feeling at the small of his back that this is the wrong frame of mind. His eyes narrow as a hand reaches to touch at his lower back where that spade marking now set.
He rubs his fingers through linen in an attempt to sooth it - but he finds it soothes faster when he gives Miraj attention.]
Mmm, that's looks a beautiful choice- [Some of the tension leaves. Baptiste then leans forward to take the dark sphere from dark fingers. His tongue traces his own bottom lip before he pulls the other man's hand upward. Bows forward to dust a kiss to the back of Miraj's hand.
The chill leaves him completely. He looks up with a satisfied smile before he removes the bath bomb from Miraj's grip and sets it to unravel and fizz in the water. A dark plume of burgundy begins to swirl in the bath's clear waters. Dark tendrils sprout outward to claim the clear waters for itself. As the deep red takes the bath - Baptiste idly wonders if this vampire purposefully picked something so blood like...
Before he brushes it off to grasp at some of the rose petals on offer and begin sprinkling them at the surface of the bath.]
Now, please. You get to indulge first. Then I'll slip behind to wash your back first, hm?
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It's fine, surely. They could coyly dance around these roles foisted upon them all night, after all.
Baptiste takes the bath bomb, takes his hand, gives a brush of a kiss in exchange, more a brush of moustache against skin than anything else before allowing the thing to fizz away in the water.
Dark tendrils claim the clear space in something of a mirror to his own reaction to the light on waking, and he can't keep a wry smile from twisting at the corner of his mouth. It was fitting, in a way, but at the same time, the darkness would surely prove just as much a shroud as the blankets had, so he's all too willing to push the gauzy, poor excuse of a toga off his shoulder, letting it flutter to the ground before stepping down into the bath.]
You don't need to dance around the fact you wanted to do this, you know.
[It was fairly obvious, truth be told, not that he could blame him, after settling in.]
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He climbs into the tub behind Miraj - careful as he settles in behind the kindred. Behind so he can keep a better eye on the creature before him (or so he tells himself).]
Wanted to do this? Now, why wouldn't I want to be at your every beck and call? Besides, I told you! I've become a champion bathing partner after the last month. You really should be singing praises that of all the guys here you ended up with me.
[It's ridiculous. Baptiste knows its ridiculous. The smile on his face and the tone of his voice make it clear as he leans in to the bit - his hand reaching to grasp at one of the textured bars of soap that had been left for them. A spicy, earth scent that Baptiste meets with a hum of approval before he dips the bar into the water and presses it to the other's back.
He knew the guy was small but now that's he's here and beginning to wash his back? ... This guy is little.]