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peacockstop2024-08-15 09:00 pm
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! ♥

Dante | NU:carnival | Current Player | New Character | Voicetesting w/ no intent to app
ii. Casting Lots
iii. Talon
iv. Galatea
v. Wildcard
Prose & action both welcome! Here’re his info and permissions. I don’t have a kink list up, so please use my other character’s for now. No gender prefs here, and he most definitely leans dominant. Strong age preference for 20+, but willing to go as low as 18 for certain characters. Anything else, feel free to PM me!
i was going to say iv but im changing my mind for maximum embarrassment
You first, what the hell kind of manners are those - [ until the voice really hits him and he stops pulling immediately. ] - Dante?
[ he'll let go of the sheets but there is a lot of leg that's showing now that the covers have been ripped off. ]
You're here too...?
to think I initially thought an arrival scenario wouldn't be necessary...
[ It’s only years of strict discipline that’s kept his eyes from wandering a little too low for his liking. Considering that this so-called “Grand Sorcerer” seems to have no idea what’s going on, it once again falls to him to immediately take charge of the situation.
There’s no hiding that slight blush creeping up his cheeks, though. He isn’t blind; with the way they’re both dressed and the kind of situation they’re in…all this is clearly some kind of messed-up illusion that’s taken far too many cues from his wildest dreams for his liking. ]
when it's like this? necessary.
... No, and he's not here either, as far as I've found.
[ he will take that back when he gets locked in the punishment room later, but right now he's just flopping back against the luxurious pillows again, still sitting up, but this time actually appraising the fine fabric of the sheets, the way the ocean waves sound off, the sun rise... it's so much. a sly smile slowly replaces the bothered look, an easy shift for him to make. ]
But hey, seems like the resort set you up with some sweet digs - I've never seen a room like this before. Rei's room is huge and he's a King, so. They must have put you in one of the high ranking rooms.
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We’ll see about that.
[ He’s almost disappointed that their enemy isn’t here. He’d love to give the bastard a good thrashing, but first things first…
He has to get off the bed, turn his gaze away from Eiden’s altogether too tempting body as he approaches a nearby mirror, pressing his fingers to the brand new tattoos outlining his own.
Now it’s his turn to look bothered, though he quickly masks it with irritation as he turns around at all that nonsense Eiden’s spouting. Who’s Rei? There isn’t a ruler on the Klein continent by that name, as he’s aware. ]
Is there anything coming out of your mouth that isn’t foolish nonsense?
[ Eiden still has yet to explain himself, come to think of it. ]
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It sounds like nonsense, I guess... basically... we're stuck here. It's a place called the Golden Peacock—a casino and resort.
[ he swings his feet over the edge of the bed and gets to them, straightening himself out clothing wise, maybe hoping it was hiked up but realizing quickly no, it is that short.
peers at some of the weird markings curiously as he speaks. ]
New people end up coming here every other month. When you're here... you're sorted into something called a "suit" — hearts, diamonds, spades, clubs — and given a rank. Like a pack of playing cards.
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[ He’s struggling not to get flustered at the way Eiden’s checking him out, even if he’d rather rub off whatever weird paint or what is defiling the elemental spirits’ markings. He can believe Eiden, sure—the man has an irritating way of being right when he least expects it, but all that explaining does is raise more questions.
And poor Eiden has to bear the brunt of them right now— ]
And then what? We’re expected to play some sort of foolish game?
[ He regrets turning to look Eiden in the eye now, because it inevitably means his gaze will wander off elsewhere… ]
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i'll take the iv then heheh
[he looks up at his "savior," and snorts. wow, who would have thought. his look of disdain turns to one of amusement as he looks upon his favorite victim.]
Oho - well, if it isn't the Sun Lord. The Sun Lord who now owes me for destroying my research subject.
weeps
In the meantime, he was going to return that disdainful look with an imperious one of his own, but something about Rei’s expression immediately gives him pause. ]
…So you’re another one of those fools who’d made a contract with the Grand Sorcerer, are you?
[ He looks distinctly unimpressed—but more pertinently to Rei, there’s not a flicker of recognition in those eyes. ]
Then you should be thanking him, or else I won’t tolerate this insolence.
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...ohhhh but he wants to bully him so bad, too...]
So you're only behaving yourself because of the Grand Sorcerer? I didn't think you'd be so easily tamed, Sun Lord. What, does he tell you to sit and beg, too?
[he stands, slinking ever closer to dante. he doesn't give a shit - dante may be the littlest bit taller and may have a lot more offensive power than rei, but rei is confident in his dodging abilities and barriers. he's got this.]
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He doesn’t like the look this guy’s giving him one bit. It’s like the look Sooley gives one of his toys…
But also fucking excuse— ]
Silence!
[ Flustered. ]
I tolerate his companions out of goodwill, which you would do wisely not to test.
[ Oooh, what’s he gonna do? Back him against a wall? Oh no… ]
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[rei will definitely try to back dante against the wall hehehe. he's not afraid of this guy! he roars loudly but is just a little tiny kitten in actuality. just a little tsundere.]
Did you forget that you owe me? I think a conversation is the least you could provide me.
[conversation... and entertainment.]
Now. What's the last thing you remember before arriving here?
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…Not that he still can’t take Rei, but he’d rather not manhandle some poor weak idiot if he can help it.
He grabs at Rei’s shoulder, prepared to shove him off at the next outrageous thing he says— ]
I see even his underlings leave much to be desired. You will step away now before you find out the hard way that there is no taming me—
[ Did the statue at their feet just twitch? ]
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ii, rolls directly into you
It's been so long since he last saw him... the priest's hair has started to grow longer now, still carefully trimmed—but of course, the colour is as conspicuous as ever.
"I believe it can be argued that the game is more of skill than chance—considering the only element of chance is a limitation, lord Dante." Offered as the dice rolls, his eyes close for a brief moment. Much less chance than their inflation of the black market, he's sure.
Anyway, thoughts and worries about their continent and the whims of the resort aside, Olivine turns his attention to the dice as it lands. And promptly furrows his brow when the result is "while blindfolded." Well, shit. There is a very soft looking blindfold provided, and he inhales slowly before lifting it up.
"Would you be so kind as to do the honors?" He, of course, is a lowly six—any order given, he would be compelled to follow even if he had reservations. That... probably won't be the case, but still. "I'm afraid I'll require some direction with regards to satisfying you... so please feel free to be candid with me."
Will the resort let them alone on the aphrodisiac front? Not likely.
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He’s mostly watching Olivine—observing him, really, with his ever-present scowl as the dice lands and Olivine makes that request to have him blindfolded.
Honestly, he likes the man. If only because he’s treating Dante with actual respect.
“Very well.”
He rises from his seat to take that blindfold in hand, taking actual care to tie it firmly about Olivine’s head, and even going so far as to brush a few stray locks of hair from his face.
“Now, as to my pleasure…you may start undressing. Slowly.”
For any other man, it’s a clear request for a show. For Dante, however, he’s looking for further signs of Huey’s influence.
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It's strange that he seems completely unaware of who Olivine is though—there's a chance he's pretending for some reason, but he can't imagine why. Ah well. Eyes fall closed as Dante secures the blindfold, head tilting just slightly when he brushes stray locks from his face.
It's a surprisingly tender move, he thinks.
"As you wish." A proper show is much harder to give while blindfolded, but much of the actual act is simple enough. Long fingers unwind the layers of cloth he's been given for this mingle, and soon the act reveals the small green gem set into his navel. If he weren't looking for the mark specifically, he might mistake it as just part of the jewelry it's attached to—shimmering silvery-white strands trailing up over pale muscle and meeting equally pale green gems decorating his nipples.
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This one seems perhaps too obliging, despite all the power he clearly holds…
But Dante remains quiet, only grunting in encouragement as Olivine unveils himself, revealing his suit as well as the gemstone underneath. Dante recognizes it for what it is immediately. There’s no mistaking it when the man holds so much essence within himself.
“…So you’re also a clan member.”
There’s no anger or irritation in his voice, only a quiet statement of facts, Dante having to glance away from the decidedly tempting sight to focus on piecing his conjectures together. Hell, the fact that he’s even revealing his own connections to the Grand Sorcerer is already a huge thing in and of itself—but it’s not as though he can hide the gemstone in his eye as easily as Olivine can hide his.
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"You... don't recognise me?" Though the blindfold covers his brows, it isn't hard to hear their furrow of confusion in his voice. That's... that's fucking bizarre, actually. The prospect of the clan members meeting up from different points in time never even entered his considerations before this moment, and if he's honest... he doesn't know what to do with that. So he puts it aside for now, hand rising to his chest. "... I am Father Olivine, priest of the water territory. And yes, I was born a clan member." His name, at least, is probably known to the sovereign of Solaria.
What an awkward way to meet, though.
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He has heard the name—accompanied with much effusive praise—but to think that they’d meet here, with him not knowing what fate had awaited the priest from his point in time…
“It appears your reputation precedes you.”
Sir, even he thinks you’re too nice and obliging for your own good. Though it’s kind of nice in a way, he has to admit, since obedience is warranted with…everything going on around them.
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ii (and rolled a 2!)
[Matoba seems awfully skeptical about that, but the smile curling his lips doesn't dim in the least, given the situation. He'd been snatched as he tried to skulk about the casino walls, observing the nonsense of the games from afar and dodging other high-low couples moaning and pleasing another.]
[The dice scatter across the table and land on snakeyes. How fitting, Matoba thinks.]
[Drawing his single, snake-like visible eye up and down Dante's body, it catches on the tattoos spread across his upper body- and, more importantly, the sensation of power which emanated from them.]
[Yes. He'd allow himself to be tangled up in this little game- if he can use it to examine this man.] Well, then. [Matoba stands from where he'd been knelt across from Dante, tongue wetting his lips. Mouth-only, it is.] Shall I suck your cock right here, or do you prefer your pleasure to be more private?
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He’s not a man to be so easily cowed by mere dark energies.
His steely determined gaze is not at all hampered by that embarrassed flush to his cheeks at Matoba’s suggestion, shut up. ]
…Why do I get the feeling you’d bite it off instead?
[ Why does he get the feeling that this guy requires the opposite of careful handling? ]
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[But it merely tickles him. His troublesome grin widens, noting the flush over Dante's tanned skin that only makes his markings stand out more. That's quite attractive, isn't it? He wonders how far they extend.]
I wouldn't dream of it, [He purrs, inclining his head respectfully as he bows to the "god" he's been assigned to, and then lifts his head again just enough to meet eyes with the man again.] ...If you don't make things too difficult. My lord.
[Dripping sarcasm. The man's smugness makes it clear he is not one prone to subservience.]
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Hmph. At least you know your manners.
[ He’s tempted to just ask for a different servant or have himself be let alone, but…that won’t do. He can’t always rely on Eiden for things like these. He’ll be fine without him.
He’ll be fine. ]
But let’s see how far you can take it…
[ He extends his hand to Matoba to use his mouth on, thinking that he’d receive nothing more than a respectful kiss to get things started— ]
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[Matoba merely smiles, charming and bright, at Dante's utterly naive read on his behavior. That's right; here he is, just a lowly 2 in service of a beloved Wildcard, a fool yet to understand what sort of realm he's been pulled into. To kindly take them by the hand, to worship them, to adore them- it is all the charade of lulling them into a false sense of security, pulling the wool over their eyes for what is yet to come upon assignment.]
[And watching how they will handle it- that is what the exorcist is watching for. Who to keep an eye on, and who will be easy targets, both.]
[The stubborn man holds out his hand and Matoba's hawkish eye draws down to it, a royal expecting to receive tribute. So he wants it right here on the casino floor, does he? Why not give him exactly what he wants? Mouth only. Matoba folds himself respectfully, primly next to Dante seat before his hand and leans forward, brushing his lips along the pads of a strong hand, observing the callouses brought about by swordwork or some other manner of work, warm breaths furling over skin. And then the scrape of teeth, just the slightest bit, over the inside of Dante's wrist.]
[His eye never leaves Dante's. He is watching, even as he pays his "respects"- when lips trace back over where his teeth scraped and he draws back just enough to nip and flick tongue over the tips of his fingers, like a leoger kitten. Meow.]
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You…
[ He hadn’t expected Matoba to go this far, and now he can’t help but watch, furiously blushing yet transfixed, mesmerized by the motions of that tongue that reminds him somehow of Sooley, except that instead of an abrasive feline tongue, he seems to have stuck his hand into a far more dangerous snare… ]
That’s…enough.
[ Despite his best attempts at composure there’s no hiding just how visibly rattled he is, his skin flushed, his body thrumming heat both supernatural and mundane, both totally fixated on these profound new sensations he’d just been introduced to. ]
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