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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
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▶ 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.
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... We left our homeplanet to start anew. To rebuild my faction into a peaceful movement after our war was over. [Unconsciously, his hand rests on the purple symbol on his chest- the Decepticon symbol.] Earth has an abundance of Energon, our fuel, and so I reached out to the humans for an alliance. They agreed to send us supplies and built a commune for us in outer space. In return, we offer them protection from threats.
[Autobot won the war. Megatron abandoned the Decepticon and became an Autobot. Starscream was elected leader of Cybertron. Complicated situation back home that made it impossible for him to achieved his Decepticon dream on Cybertron, and so he set his optics on Earth.
Well, that was how it all begin. There were a lot more complications afterwards. Unexpected alliances, betrayals, new extraterrestrial threats, and such, but he isn't going to get into that. Whole lot of history there, honestly, and explaining it all might just take the entire day.]
Cybertronian. [He gently corrects Bakugo. Though he doesn't mind mecha either, honestly. Anyway, to answer his question.] An armored personnel carrier. M1127 reconnaissance vehicle, to be exact.
[And since the young human is apparently asking stuff about him. He has a curiosity of his own.]
Earlier, you shot a beam out of your hands. How did you manage that?
[He didn't see any weapons on him, or maybe he had a hidden weapon? Would be surprising if that was the case, considering his iconic weapon and all the other build in weapons are disabled.]
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[Bakugo obviously has loyalties to his world, but coming from a world where heroes and villains clashed, he's not blind to the problems humanity causes. The idea of another race coming to Earth because it's a peaceful place to regroup and rebuild after a war is kind of ironic. Especially after what Bakugo's nation has been through. But the rest of that story makes sense, even if it's strange to hear. Humanity offering aid to a wandering faction of aliens is at least heartening to learn about.]
Is Energon a renewable resource on Earth?
[Because that would put Earth on a timer for their alliance. Not the greatest result, but it happens plenty. After all, most alliances only last so long as the one side has what the other wants, and vice versa. Hearing Soundwave's dimension's Earth has space station capacity is interesting. As much as he'd like to listen to the rest of the story, time and patience are things. This guy summed it up well enough.]
Cybertronian. [Prepared to get called mecha or metal man occasionally anyways. An ashen blonde brow quirks up into his choppy bangs.] You're a military vehicle? [Cool. For reconnaissance as well. Essentially a tank-like transport without the arsenal of said tank.] But you're still combat able.
[That's an assumption, but he highly doubts Soundwave is simply ferrying supplies around the battlefield with no way to protect himself or the resources he's carrying.
Hmph. Fair's fair.]
It's my Quirk. [Bakugo cups his hand in front of him, fingers curled and spread, before detonating a small explosion in his palm, as if an invisible grenade abruptly exploded within the cage of his fingers. Given the Cybertronian's optics, he'll probably be able to slow it down and witness the near-instant charge atop Bakugo's palm, going from dull red to orange to yellow to white to boom in a split second.] Explosion. The sweat from my palm is similar to nitroglycerin I can detonate it at will.
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This is a new place he found himself in. Filled with humans (at least from what he's seen so far) and not a single one of them recognized a Cybertronian. Soundwave knows better that he should attempt to create a positive view on Cybertronians, as the only representative in the resort. Even if that means omitting some truths. While he has faith that Cybertronian-Human relation back home would go on a positive direction and eventually be repaired, it doesn't change the fact that they and their war had ruined Earth once before, and that the humans were rightfully skeptical and angry at them.
And he doesn't want to make new enemies, here. This is a clean slate for him to able live peacefully, even in a hedonistic hotel.]
That, and we needed a place to call home that isn't Earth. Cooperation between our people and human created Sanctuary Station.
[Under the mask, there is a somber expression flit across his face. Rest in peace, the cornerstone of his dream... Ah, right. The young human (when is he going to ask for his name?) just asked a question.]
Natural energon is only renewable on Cybertron. Humans, however, had found a way to produce synthesized Energon.
[It isn't as good tasting as real Energon, but better than nothing honestly.]
Of course I am. I prefer strategizing over a straight fight, but our... long war made a combatant out of me.
[Long is an understatement. Ridiculously, stupidly long. While Soundwave won't ever say that the war didn't need to happen, he's glad that it was ultimately over, even if his side lost the war. No, knowing some Decepticons and some retrospections on his part, it was probably for the best that they lost.
His head turns down to watch the demonstration, optics catching how the explosion formed within the split second. Thankfully that demonstration gave Soundwave ample time to prepare his hearings before the explosion. Still, a grenade going off is enough to get him to jerk his head in slight pain. Having sensitive hearings sucks. Oh well, he'll live. He's had bigger explosion detonate right next to him.
Also, the explosive came from his sweat........... Ew.][His head cocks to the side.] I am assuming that is a term for humans born with special abilities? We have those amongst Cybertronians.
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Does it orbit Earth or are you out in the asteroid belt?
[He really doubts it's something planet sized. Earth doesn't even have the resources for that shit. Unless the Cybertronians brought some with them and got assistance in crafting it. If the place was designed for alien-human interaction, it's probably closer to Earth so they can go back and forth between. But is something that large in Earth's orbit safe? That's like a fucking second moon!]
We found a way to make synthesized alien matter.
[Skeptical? Not entirely. More "seriously?" wry about it. He can suspend belief since it's another world, but that's fucking lucky if humans made something fake that existed real on another planet. Back to the combat question.]
Strategizing doesn't mean anything if you can't fight. [Plan all you want. Action makes the plans work.] Are you any good?
[Again, not delving into the history of a war in Soundwave's background. He'd rather focus on the here and now. Which might involve gunning up a spar with a Cybertronian. Deal with it. Bakugo's a competitive young man. Besides, the blonde was just dragged from a huge ongoing war in his own world; fuck talking about more war.
DON'T "EW" AT HIM, DAMMIT!! HOW THE HELL DO YOU LOAD YOUR CANNONS?! No apologies for the sound; Bakugo already blew something up near Soundwave in the initial tussle with the statue. Noticing the way the mecha twitches his head, the blonde doesn't blow up another one. Rather this time, only a few small pops and sparks burst around his hand, akin to tiny fire crackers going off in the space above his palm. Not as loud, but still demonstration.]
Yeah. [Figured this guy would pick up on it quickly.] What are yours called?
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[Orbited. But he's still in a stage of coping and grieving over... a lot of things, honestly, including the loss of his space station and friends. He wasn't afford any time to do that while Unicron was about to tear apart Earth. No time here either until he finds a secluded corner to himself to take stock of it all.]
Capable enough to survive a war that lasted for four million years.
[No further elaboration on that, and Soundwave doesn't think any further about that particular question, either. There's no way it'll come in his mind naturally that the other is sizing him up for a future spar. That's a ridiculous idea! While he's no longer 30ft giant he used to be, he's made entirely of metal and he still towers over most, including Bakugo, special powers or no.
Speaking of special powers...]
Outlier. That is what they called us Cybertronian who possesses special abilities. We are rare, as only naturally born Cybertronians may come with an additional ability
[He's heard that right. Alien metal people are born naturally. Soundwave, though, just dropped that little tidbit matter-of-factly and moves on.]
I am an Outlier. I have... sensitive hearings. I can hear from a large distance away than any normal person can.
[Well, normal person in a Cybertronian sense, but tell him if there's another person whose hearings are so strong they could hear someone calling out their name on the other side of the planet.
Oh, and yet another half-truth.
He can hear over a large distance away, yes, but his hearings are so strong he could pick up on someone's emotions and thoughts as well. An empath. Though Soundwave has his own principle to not invade another's mind without a good reason, if anyone knows there is a being with such an invasive power around, it'll be a cause to fear him. It's safer to keep that part a secret.]
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Hn, maybe I'll see what you can do one day. [Is that a challenge? Damn right it is. There's no reason to ask about the war. That topic is far too close to home for Bakugo to want to bring up, having been pulled out of his own world's war. If Soundwave didn't realize the blonde was looking at him for a spar in the future, now he's leaving no doubt to that! He's not so weak that a car would do anything to him, and at his strongest, well... Let's just say he's not afraid to challenge the Cybertronian to spar, with no doubts about intending to claim victory.]
I take it that means society thinks you're a threat. [The very name it self suggests separation from the "normal" people around, immediately sequestering the "strange" as something unnatural and to be wary of. Quirks were not what the superhuman powers in his world were originally called. There's a story behind that as well.
As for metal men alien babies... sure, whatever.]
Is it active all the time? [No wonder he jerked his head away when Bakugo made that explosion. Too bad for Soundwave the blonde's naturally loud when his short fuse goes off. Enjoy! At least he won't be shouting in his ear, unless he happens to be riding the big guy's shoulder.] That sounds like you'd be stationed as a look out rather than carrying supplies through the battlefield.
[A radar machine rather than an armored personnel carrier.]
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[Which can take them to Earth in a couple of hours. He won't begrudge Bakugo's curiosity. It's not like he could tell Soundwave is sad with the blank "face". There's a reason why he permanently has the faceplate and visor on at all times, so people won't be able to easily tell what he's thinking or feeling.
Plus, he'd rather avoid showing or talking about his feelings in general. Questions relating to his space station and cooperation with humans are fine, even if the former may cause some inner upset.
His optics behind the visor narrows at Bakugo. See what he can do one day, huh. Okay, he's... slightly suspect over that. Is he actually considering challenging him? In the future? There's no way. There's no way anyone could be that stupid to actually take up sparring with a giant mech. Hell, he has a human avatar where they could at least be at a level playing field...
He'll worry about that later, maybe.]
You catch on quick. They needed a "friendly" term for freaks. [With a name like Outlier? It still brings a negative connotation to them, so no real surprise.] Our past government did not approve of our existence because we did not fit into their "check boxes". Because our power has no relation to our alternate mode, we were considered blasphemous, and so were feared and persecuted against in our society.
[Here's a hint at how bad Cybertron was before the war.]
Fortunately, the Functionalist belief is in the minority now and they are no longer in power.
[Still not a great place for Decepticons like him as evident by him leaving his homeplanet, but he can't deny that Cybertron was at least headed towards the right direction, even if Starscream was leader.]
I can only wish it isn't active at all time.. [Imagine being able to listen to everything all around you at all times, including emotions and thoughts. Not at all a pleasant experience. And he definitely isn't going to enjoy whenever Bakugo gets loud] I did many jobs, but my main job was a Communication Officer.
[After all, his super hearings are useful for that, and, as said earlier, he prefers strategizing. He still ends up having to do a lot for the Decepticon back during the war, and still did more after the war, like trying to get some of them from not restarting the war. Really, sometimes it felt like he's an over glorified babysitter for the Decepticons.]
Ah. I should mention that the armored carrier wasn't always my alternate mode. Back before I received this new frame... [An odd pause, here.] I was a tape deck. It was a better fit for reconnaissance.
[And also carrying his little friends. Amazingly enough, his monotone voice manages to sound flatter when he admitted that.]
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[Which is kind of strange, since his world is 100+ years advanced, in addition to superpowers to make that advancement go even faster and deeper. Not much is done in space travel though, mostly because the planet is far more fascinating than space. Again, superhuman abilities.
He gets a feeling that he's being studied even with that "blank" faceplate and crimson visor. Bakugo narrows his eyes at the mecha gone quiet. What, does he think he's not being serious or something?] The hell are you looking at? You wanna try it right now? [Yeah, he is an explosive one, quickly jumping to a conclusion like that.] Don't you dare look down on me! I've fought machines before.
[Yeah, there's your blunt-as-fuck challenge. Not a fight to the death, obviously, but sparring with Soundwave? Hell yes! He may be a human, but he's a lot stronger and far more able than a normal human the Cybertronian might have met! That said... it's a bitter reveal to find out the same sort of speculation and stigma occurred in other races just as well as humans.]
Hmph. Sounds like my world, when Quirks first showed up. They were originally called Meta Abilities, before a woman tried to save her son from discrimination by using the "nicer" term. It took a while to catch on. [Well after she was murdered for trying to support her son. The first generation of Quirk users had a very rough life as society began to warp and bend around this new development. People not approving of Quirk users existing, Quirk users not fitting in, leading to fear and persecution. Soundwave's story is akin to reading out of Bakugo's history book.]
Gross. That sucks. [Most Quirks can be activated, even if they end up changing someone's body to make use of them. Having your Quirk always active would be horrible. Mental note: watch the volume around this guy. That or get him some damn earplugs. Bakugo taps the side of his head, near his ear in indication.] Can't you damper it with something covering your audio sensors?
[Yeah, using technical terms since "ears" doesn't sound like they'd fit a Cybertronian.]
Huh. Your alternate form would be better off as a radar or something dealing with sound then. [Granted, the tank-like form would give him more defenses to move around and use his Outlier ability, so... Bakugo's still going by the assumption Soundwave could choose his vehicle form. Correct him if he's wrong. He won't bite. This time.
And indeed, he doesn't bite.]
Bppphht-! [Maybe biting would've been better. Bakugo barks a laugh out, not even bothering to hide it behind his hand.] HA! What the hell?! All of you could fit in an old tape deck?! I bet humans thought you were retro.
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Here comes his usual bluntness that no one ever asked for.]
No, I do not wish to try it right now. But, I highly doubt that you would win so easily, and I am nothing like the machines you've fought.
[At least he assumes the machines are like those programmed robots or A.Is. Those aren't exactly impressive.]
You might have better chances if I use my human avatar instead.
[Might not be as durable as his real body, obviously, but that doesn't mean his fighting capabilities and skills just disappears along with the durability.
Hearing that Bakugo's world faced similar discrimination brings a frown and slight anger under the mask. Guess persecution is a universal problem then it is something they had to face with. Well, he hopes that his world is at a better state treating Quirk people.
If Soundwave has his ways, he'd eliminate the term "Outlier" and "Quirk". The time of label should be over.]
I have tried. Unfortunately, none of the dampener were fully able to shield my audio receptors.
[He's better off just focusing without any external dampeners than using one as it yield the same result anyway. He still has to hyperfocus on something to earn total silence, but even that doesn't stop the occasional background noise from entering his receptors. His hearings are that powerful.
....
Yeah, yeah. Laugh it out. If Soundwave was like his past self that would've earned a punch right there... But then again, past Soundwave wouldn't entertain any of his question like he is right now. Lucky for everyone, he's somewhat friendly nowadays, if still aloof.]
Got it out your system? [His vents huff, irritated.] They did think I was retro.
[Hell, he was bought out of an antique shop once while he was spying on Earth!]
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Che! I'll crush your doubt alongside your face! Avatar or not.
[Bastard. If Soundwave thinks lessening himself to a human standard will handicap him enough to be a challenge, he's going to have a lot worse on his hand! Bakugo clenches his fist shut with a cocky grin to seal the ambition. Notably he does not make an explosion, which says something because he usually would have. Given the guy's hearing issue... That mercy won't be shown WHEN they spar. But not doing it now is fine. There are other pressing matters to deal with.
No, U.A.'s robotics wouldn't be impressive to someone like Soundwave, but they are certainly useful when training future heroes to those in Bakugo's world! A world where persecution of those with Quirks is in a strange state, with urban areas seeing very little of it, rural areas still seeing a dangerous amount of it, and Quirkless people are also targets for bullying, exclusion, pity, and other unsympathetic actions.
Unfortunately, Quirk is more a name for the ability itself, rather than for the person wielding it, so it's not going anywhere. But Quirkless is more in line with the Outlier label, something Bakugo had personal experience with. That's a private matter.]
Damn. But you can eliminate interfering noise when you want to, right? [Even if it takes effort. Bakugo doesn't see how Soundwave could perform his role in battle if he's constantly bombarded with every noise and conversation happening. Unless he had a way to narrow his focus to the one he wanted to hear.]
It's funny! [At least he's not one to laugh too long at someone, even though he enjoys it. Does he think Soundwave might lash out at him? Not really. The guy seems pretty laid back, but stoic.] Uh-huh. Did you make the squeaky noises when the tapes were rewound?
[ ... wait a second. He peers up at Soundwave. Grin.] Can you still?
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Doubts you will be able to. [So unnecessarily blunt.] We will see if you are capable of beating me while I am using a holoavatar. Then, I may consider.
[He may prefer to avoid unnecessary fighting nowadays. But sparring.... He's not entirely against the idea. At least it'll keep himself in shape. Got to work on these joints and not let his skills be left to rust. But again... future spar being a human? Please. He'd rather spar against someone his size.]
I can. Otherwise I wouldn't be able to survive in a combat scenario, let alone be able to function normally.
[He had put all his focus on the Decepticon dream. Once he had that, the world had become a clearer place for him and it helped him to move forward in life with a purpose. Keeping his mind on his goal and nothing else keeps his powers in check.
The downside is that it made him into a single-minded workaholic and it costed him a social life. One he's trying to improved upon when he decided to make contact with the humans.]
No. [To him making squeaky noises.] And no, I can only assume one alt mode. [That is, the armored carrier.] Triple Changers are rare.
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Whenever you're ready to get your ass kicked, I'll be here. [If he doesn't want to do it now, then onus on Soundwave to put up or shut up. Whether it's a holoavatar or the real thing, Bakugo's ully intending to wreck him!
Sparring isn't unnecessary fighting! Besides, there are facilities here that let people cut loose, since apparently the resort realizes it's bringing in people who have beyond-human powers. Wait, can a metal man ever get out of shape? Meh, that's for Soundwave to deal with. If he thinks size is what makes this worthwhile, he's got another thing coming.]
No wonder you were reconnaissance. [Having someone able to eavesdrop on enemy plans or relay ally orders without needing setup or all the protections from hackers is a really useful ability. Bakugo wonders how it'll come into play here. Well, asides from Soundwave having to avoid listening to people fucking. A lot.]
Tch. [So much for the squeaky noises and seeing a tape deck.] How'd you switch from retro tapes to a tank?