TDM 05

[goldmods]

【 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

Comments

[orokapi]

[ Life is so hard when all you wanna do is eat people; Obikawa, however, is quick to shrug off the disgust the young man so casually rolls off his tongue. He certainly doesn't deny it and has definitely been called worse, the list of all Tokinaga has shouted coming to him as a lungful of sea air rolls into the room. Blonde hair brushing against his cheeks as he rolls to the other side of the mattress and lifts up on his feet, taking a better look at the room --

And getting some distance from Bakugo, who can't stop threatening to "blast" him. ]

Well I'm hungry, aren't you? The Institute promised me fried mochi after all the hands on exams they performed and that's all I can think about.

[blastedass]

[Bakugo hasn't directly dealt with a cannibal in his life, though he's dealt with a fucking pile of sludge that tried to posses his body. That felt like consumption, or getting absorbed. Two villains he knew of used other people's blood to fuel their Quirks, but an honest to goodness cannibal? Not directly. He certainly wouldn't put it past some freak out there to have that urge, whether from the Quirk or some mental insanity. At least the guy who make short-term zombies with his Quirk didn't make the people-eating kind. That'd've been really fucked up.

As the other guy gets to his feet, Bakugo looks to the side so he's not staring at his naked body through the very-thin layer of white cloth that wants to pretend its a fucking tunic. Maybe a ghost of a tunic, but it's doing nothing to cover anything!]

You're not in the damn Institute anymore, and you're not gonna eat people in this place either. [Bakugo stands up as well and grabs the sheet off the bed. With a quick yank, twist, fold, wrap, tuck, roll, and knot, he creates for himself an impromptu toga, bound at his shoulder and tight about his waist.] If you live on people, you're gonna die.

[orokapi]

[ Obikawa hardly considers the additional oddity that they had woken up nude, partially because the absence of a hospital gown is a welcomed feeling; just an ounce of appreciation toward the unknown. Just wait until he finds out he's in a sex hotel. ]

I just said I wanted fried mochi, of course I don't live on people. It was just a joke! You can't take a joke? You need to get whatever it is out of your ass -- maybe have some magnesium? [ He places a hand on his stomach, the pang earing a readable expression of pain, before whining: ] I'm just so hungryyyy.

[blastedass]

[He'd rather be in a hospital gown than this shitty sheer thing. But since that's not happening, the makeshift sheet toga is the next best option. Bakugo learned from his first day here to take care of the nudity thing first, because clothes are a pain in the ass to come by for a newcomer. Well, clothes without strings attached that is.]

Don't joke about eating people, dammit! [Then grabs the other sheet off the bed and throws it at Obikawa.] Put this on. Unless you wanna walk around like that. [He better not if he wants Bakugo to hang around him.] Then we'll get something to eat.

[Weirdo...]

[orokapi]

I can joke about whatever I want. [ Childishly and without any hesitation, crinkling up his nose in distaste as he's scolded. Obikawa then takes the sheet and wraps it lazily around his hips, draping the fabric down the length of his legs with a very obvious, open slit.

For a moment he catches his reflection on a nearby mirror, giving himself a glance. In the short amount of time it takes for him to admire this form he reminds himself not to, turning his attention back to Bakugo. ]

It's free, right? I don't have any money on me, so...

[ The institute basically took all his belongings -- he can't even remember where the fuck he put his wallet, in all honesty. ]

[blastedass]

Then don't bitch about people's reactions!

[With matching maturity and speed. Bakugo heads for the door as the other guy gets himself as prepared as he wants to be, not caring about whether he feels bad over getting barked at. A quick twist and pull opens the door and Bakugo looks out into the hallway for a moment. Never know what the fuck this place is going to do. All the Grecian design and decor is strange to see out of nowhere, but the scent of food and something acrid, like hot water, wanders through the air.]

Yeah. For the first few days. [Unfortunately he can't offer it beyond that. This place likes to play its games quickly.] Come on.

[He should go to the main area, the Gilded Cage, but... something tells him it might be safer to try for a smaller area to avoid whatever crap the Hotel wants to throw at the newcomers.]

[orokapi]

I'll bitch all I wanna! You're gonna make me bitch all day just get under your skin. [ This is a grown ass man arguing like a child, but anyone familiar would know that this is just how Obikawa operates; argumentative and stubborn. But they'd also argue that he did all his barking to savor the sensation of biting down into their throats. (Or swallowing them whole and spitting them out to prove a point.)

Anyway, arguing aside -- ]

Is there work to do around here, then? I at least have experience as a janitor.

[blastedass]

Let's see how well you bitch with a grenade in your mouth!

[EXCUSE YOU! HE'S NOT A FUCKING CHILD, DAMMIT! HE'S A MAN! A young man, but a man either way! A child is like... fucking 10! Not that Bakugo's alien to arguing with other adults. He even yelled at the No. 1 Pro Hero in his world.

How the hell this guy's going to get by with his cannibal humor is another story Bakugo isn't going to sit around for to find out. At least he said he was a joke. Right? Bleh. But at least he can get them both some food in the meantime.]

I don't know. I just got here a month ago. I've been helping out around some locations, but this place would rather people fuck than work.

[Obikawa will find the place has tons of staff handle most of the work.]

[orokapi]

I do well with a lot of stuff in my mouth, actually. [ Not even an attempt at making an innuendo; Obikawa just speaks impetuously. ]

... Huh? [ And of course he answers with disbelief. Raising his brow as his lips turn into a sharp frown, arms firm across his chest as he initially believes he's being played. A sting of irritation evident in his gaze as he glares at the back of Bakugo's head, because if there's one thing he hates more than corn nuts it's anyone thinking he's stupid. ] I get that people wanna push for more babies, but what the hell are you talking about?

[blastedass]

[He gives the guy a weird look over his shoulder. Fuck, if this is how Obikawa talks, he's going to fit into this place like a damn puzzle piece. That or get attention he didn't even intend to.]

Like choke.

[Aka: stuff it. Bakugo faces forward and stalks down the hall, not expecting anything less than that stunned response. He said what he said, dammit. There's no hint of a lie in his gruff tone, as much as he would like it to be one. Ugh, he really has to explain this to him?! From one still-newbie to another...]

You heard me. This place is one giant ass sex resort. [Cold water treatment.] Almost everything here revolves around or relates to some damn perversion.

[orokapi]

[ Had to google if snakes can choke. They can. ]

A resort -- I don't have money for a resort! And can't we just... check out? [ Like it seems the most reasonable thing to do if you don't wanna be here? Find the exit and leave; maybe this guy just wants to make the excuse and indulge a little, humans were always such a secretive species.

But then it clicks, his expression becoming more mellow in response as he asks: ] Is this place created by some God? [ Something similar to Vollof. Creating different rooms and environments on a whim, every room something different just because they want to. And apparently this God might just want people to fuck? Oh he has to kill it. ]

[blastedass]

[The things we search for RP. Adds this to RP trivia.]

What part of kidnapped do you not understand, dammit?! [Yeah, if it was that reasonable, they wouldn't be having this conversation in the first place! Bakugo wouldn't be here! But he is, and this is the reason for it. As for the payment, that's going to give this guy another round of "what the fuck" when it comes to money.]

I don't know what this place is. Some people say the resort itself is alive. Some people think there's an organization running it. [Bakugo falls into the latter, since it's a lot easier than thinking they're in some weird "creature's" guts. Maybe it's a mixture of the two. The Hotel likes to keep itself in mystery.]

Whatever's going on here, it's fucking lewd.

[orokapi]

[ Sorry he's not used to being the one kidnapped. He's used to being the one kidnapping and inflicting trauma on everyone, not the other way around. And as much as he wants to ignore those little facts to keep his distaste at bay it's evident on his expression how much this irritates him: with furrowed brows and lips twisted into a deep frown. ]

I don't wanna be in someone's stomach. [ Mumbled bitterly, with a little more resentment in his voice than he'd like to surface. He thinks of Alula, a mess of organs and limbs of Gods that they managed to devour; disgustingly grotesque despite the flower budding across the mass of their body. Just the thought that he could be inside something similar makes his blood run hot.

And he's hungry on top of that? Hangry. ]

So does everyone live next to that kind of view? I doubt they're letting everyone live in great conditions. [ Call him a pessimist but his own world still treats everyone like shit despite God's ruining everything. (He helped!) ]

[blastedass]

[If Bakugo knew that, he'd mock Obikawa about knowing how it feels now. Unfortunately, this makes the third time Bakugo's been kidnapped in his life, and he's already pissed off and humiliated by that reality. Luckily for the other guy, the blonde takes the angry expression on his face as expected over getting kidnapped in the first place.]

Deal with it. I already tried punching out. [It did not work. How this place can have a "stomach" that's decked out as luxury resort is kind of crazy, but people say "magic" and then shit's out the window. That's a cop-out answer for anything goes. It's better than being swarmed by that fucking Sludge Villain like a goddamn tentacle monster trying to smother him to death.

Bakugo opts to steer them away from the Gilded Cage with it's fucked up servant/royalty theme going on and aims towards Red Cardinal, a nondescript bar where one can relax and enjoy a no-fuss drink or meal. Also one of the few places in the Golden Peacock that's not overrun with decadence or debauchery, and thus the place Bakugo goes for meals most of the time.]

No. High ranks have better living suits than low ranks. What you woke up to is the "theme" for this event; it's not going to last. [The normal residential wing with its various floors by rank descend in conditions...]

[orokapi]

[ Obikawa’s features screw together in multiple lines of wrinkles and frowns as he stares at the back of Bakugo’s head. ] Are you stupid? If it’s actually some monster or whatever you’d just give it indigestion doing that. You’d take the shittier way out!

[ Is he speaking out of experience or just wild assumptions? The world may never know, but fortunately his expression quickly returns to his usual mirth once they’ve made it to Red Cardinal. ]

Oh! Do they have tonkatsu curry here!?

[ Ranks? Better living suits? Surprisingly enough he is taking all of this information and keeping it in mind, but he has his own priorities — the sensation of his stomach growing teeth at this point being at the top. ]

[blastedass]

YOU GOT A BETTER IDEA, BASTARD?! If I could go through it's fucking stomach wall, I would!

[And screw whether it gives the damn monster a stomach ache. Maybe it should think more about what it's eating if it can't handle spicy foods! Unfortunately, he was already told, and exampled, what happened to someone trying to get out like that, so...

Is Obikawa speaking from experience? Bakugo gives him a suspicious glare over his shoulder, wondering about that, but passes it off in exchange for the other topic and getting to the restaurant. This place is a damn relief.]

Ask if they'll make it. They've got everything on the menu to make it. [Not an official dish, but there's pork, there's curry, there's rice, there's fried things, so obviously they could put it together if they're in a gracious mood. Bakugo's never asked.]

[orokapi]

[ Just transform into something bigger, duh.

But he can't give him any advice. Not because he doesn't want to necessarily, but he knows better to keep his true identity disguised; Tokinaga wouldn't approve of him exposing himself as a God, and he did at least promise to remain a secret to humans outside of the Institute. ]

Is this the kind of restaurant that just sells anything? The food must be pretty average. [ He looks to Bakugo and then quickly away. ] Makes sense.

[blastedass]

[That advice would've gotten him the major stink eye.

As far as Bakugo knows, this place keeps a monopoly on power, making sure its own is stronger than those it brings in. Disturbing, but if the resort really is some... fucking entity, of course it's going to keep its damn "food" down. Whatever, this isn't the best time to be talking about all that shit. He needs to shove some food in this guy's mouth before he bites someone.]

No, dumbass! Look at the options! [It's right there in front of him! Just that specific dish could be made, since the ingredients are around other menu items.] It's the only restaurant that's not fucking perverted.

sorry he’s like this

[orokapi]

Hehe, what? The other restaurants will stack donuts on it?

[ He asks as he looks at the menu, the smile on his face similar to that of a dog’s; teeth gleaming as his mouth begins to salivate.

But then his own questions perks his interest, head turning to stare back at Bakugo. His expression suddenly dropping as he puts it into consideration… Krispy Kreme. ]

… Will they stack donuts on my dick?

it's a great way to be~

[blastedass]

WHAT?!

[What the hell does perverted have to do with donut stacking?! ... You know what, he doesn't even wanna fucking know. Bakugo shoves his attention to the menu instead, scanning over the options. Something simple will help right now.

Good luck trying to see the blonde through the menu, though the top of his hair's probably visible over the upper rim. The silence across the table is ominous and he grits his teeth slight. Stupid incoming...]

ARE YOU GONNA ORDER OR TALK SHIT?!

[He's not answering that!!]

[orokapi]

I'm gonna order... but maybe you should stop screaming. You're gonna make us look like a pair of weirdos. [ Said the weirdo who was just asking if he can get donuts stacked on his dick; curiously, he decides to pull his attention back towards the menu. ]

Oh there's alcohol -- Tell them I want a beer and grilled fish.

[ Casually changing his mind on what he wants to eat. Again.

Peeking above the menu, he notices the tuff of blonde hair and canting his head. Something dawns on him. ]

You know... you kinda look like a hedgehog.

[blastedass]

Then stop being a damn creep! [Notably quieter, even if his rough voice is a harsh growl. This guy already looks a weirdo in his opinion! AFTER talking about using his dick as a spit for a bunch of donuts! Who the hell does that?! ... Does he have a food kink or something? A question Bakugo has no intention of asking.]

You can tell them yourself when the waitress comes by.

[Bakugo settles on spicy grilled fish and kimchi over a bowl of rice. The proprietress running this place doesn't tolerate any of the resorts stupid shenanigans, but also any real rowdy or messy behavior here, so...

*Thunk!* That's a kick to the shin under the table.]

Like hell it does, Challah Hair!

[orokapi]

Ow! [ He feigns being in pain, a hand reaching under the table to rub at his kicked shin. Just in time for the waitress to come to their table with a notable look of disappointment; the likelihood of these two being their worst table today went up by one point. ]

This guy needs the kid's menu, and stat! ... Oh, can I get grilled fish and a beer. [ A nod. ] And the cheapest one you got.

[blastedass]

[Tch. Serves him right. Bakugo scowls at the menu when the waitress approaches the table at the worst damn time. Of course she does. This guy deserved the kick! But if she's not going to say anythi-]

You wanna start something?! [He grits his teeth with a hard-reined grunt thanks to a certain terse throat clear from above. Fine, he's not going to start something.] Spicy grilled fish and kimchi rice bowl with ice tea.

[Sucks to be you, Obi. He was going to pay for a better beer for you, but now you're stuck with cheap to the max.]

[orokapi]

[ No this is fine. The cheaper the better, as it’s all he’s ever really had: cheap beer shared in a tiny apartment until his ears were red and the room was spinning. It’s the better choice, the one he’s most familiar with — but that means Bakugo might have to buy three or four more until he’s satisfied. ]

I don’t wanna fight. I’m still too tired… but we can dish it out later.

[ Obikawa is not above throwing hands with anyone. ]

… What’s your name again?