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TDM 05
【 Thank you for choosing the Golden Peacock, 5-star resort and casino. You are currently registered as a WILDCARD in our system.
Due to a high volume of check-ins, temporary accommodations have been made in our KING SUITES for all new arrivals. We will endeavor to have all guests moved into their reserved rooms as soon as possible. We deeply apologize for any inconvenience.
As a token of our gratitude for your understanding, front reception has arranged for a GRAND FEAST to welcome our newest guests. The attendance of all guests is required. The house will enforce compliance.
Please note that rank-appropriate attire is mandatory. Guests found breaking social code may be disciplined. We hope you enjoy your stay! 】
ARRIVAL
DIVINE AWAKENING
All King suites have been set to the Heavenly setting for the comfort of these new Wildcards. To call this place a room feels like a misnomer; all of the senses scream that this is a real temple at the top of a crisp oceanside mountain. The only clue that this place isn't what it seems is the door in the distance. It stands dark against light, a stark rectangle distinctly out of place.
New arrivals aren't waking up alone. Reception would never expect their guests to wake up in a cold bed. All new guests will be waking up next to another Wildcard or a current guest snatched up from the hallways. Guests waking up in these heavenly King suites will wake dressed in sheer white tunics and togas that leave very little to the imagination.
GILDED CAGE
AN ENDLESS FEAST
Rugs and cushions have been laid out for low rank guests. All high rank guests have thrones and benches covered in crushed velvet and delicate linens. Wildcards have a seat of honor amongst it all, each fresh new divine lead to the grand dais for their own semi-private tent with daybed and eager servants.
Low ranks are carefully watched by security and wait staff. Some low rank guests may even be dragged in by resort staff to assist serving high rank guests and Wildcards. All high rank guests and Wildcards are revered and catered to during the feast. Low rank guests are expected to feed them, rub their feet, and comply with any whimsical demands. Any low rank guest that defies a higher ranked guest is at risk of being shackled, forced to scrub chamber pots, and other humiliating punishments.
PHOENIX CASINO
ALEA IACTA EST
The game tables are abuzz. Special games have kicked off in honor of the new godlings that are waiting to check in. Even here, those of different ranks are distinct from one another. The lowest ranks wear small slips of clothing. Some are even collared to show they belong to a particular royal or Wildcard. Royals and Wildcards dress luxuriously in thick robes and golden jewelry.
Game managers clap and encourage guests of all ranks to join in on the fun. While there are numerous card games, slot machines, and raffles happening around the casino, staff are promoting three events in particular.
BEAK
ENTERTAIN YOUR BETTERS
Beneath the open arena is a smaller closed arena and the warrior’s bunk. Warriors will find cold showers, rustic wooden benches, and training weapons available for their use. Deep in the earth is a grimy prison where servants who refuse to battle are thrown to wait for their turn. There are also cages where the hungry “animals” wait to go out and entertain the masses.
A long track rings around the perimeter of the arena. Gone is the standard green fuzz and white lines, replaced with stone and dust to elicit the real feeling of running beneath the hot Grecian sun. Foot and chariot races take place throughout the day.
TALON
SHOW OF STRENGTH
Servants that appear too fragile to handle mud wrestling have been conscripted into the oil bearer role. Their job is to slather the warriors in oil from head to toe, and otherwise prepare them for their matches in either the arena or in the pit. This includes styling their hair, tending to their wounds, and wiping the sweat off of their bodies if so desired.
The locker rooms that connect Beak and Talon have been fully stocked with first aid kits and luxury bathing supplies. Warriors that have won their matches get first pick, leaving the dirty towels and shampoo that smells like ass for the losers to sift through. Those sneaky ghost hands are having a field day, snapping rat tails at unsuspecting bathers and locking naked warriors together in the supply closet. Guests lacking vigilance may find their bottoms unexpectedly pinched.
INDULGENCE
DESIRES FROM THE VOID
Things begin to move around the resort. The forgotten and the old exhale a dusty breath. Like the hunger that the Wildcards woke up with upon arrival, as its heart begins to beat quicker, there is a tension in the air of those things hungering to feed. To join in, and indulge. To get what they want.
And they’re coming out.
OOC NOTES
▶ BLANKET CW: Alcohol; aphrodisiacs; battle; blood; bondage; compulsion; costumes; discipline; dominance; drowning; dubcon; fears; fighting; food; hierarchy; humiliation; indulgence; kidnapping; noncon; paranormal; power imbalance; roleplay; servitude; stalking; submission; supernatural; terror; violence; weapons
▶ All characters on the TDM are WILDCARDS, which means they have not yet been assigned a card value. Suits will not manifest until characters are accepted into the game.
▶ All TDMs are game canon. This TDM acts as the game's August event. Changes to the above locations will ICly be present from August 15th - September 1st.
▶ Current characters may top level on the TDM. Any current characters posting to the TDM should note they are current in their subject header.
▶ The top level directory is for new characters only. We want to make sure new characters are prioritized and receive attention! If you would be interested in a game invitation, you can note that in your comment header.
▶ If you aren't satisfied with these prompts, please feel free to check out our LOCATIONS to explore more of the resort!
▶ Smut threads that take place on this TDM can be used for rewards. If both parties in the smut thread join the game, you may retroactively apply the character's initial card values to your 52 bank. If one character does not join the game the thread will not be applicable toward rewards (as that character would not have a card value). The character that does join would still receive a small payout for the encounter. Hopefully it was a fun thread regardless!
▶ Wildcard tokens from the GILDED CAGE prompt may be redeemed even if the newbie(s) in question do not join the game, but only for the small item reward; the token does not carry over to Game 52.
▶ We ask you to kindly add content warnings to your threads as appropriate.
▶ If you do not currently have permissions and kinks listed in your character’s journal we suggest leaving a note in your top level of any limits or boundaries for other players to reference.
▶ Don't forget to relax and enjoy the end of your summer! ♥
▶ All characters on the TDM are WILDCARDS, which means they have not yet been assigned a card value. Suits will not manifest until characters are accepted into the game.
▶ All TDMs are game canon. This TDM acts as the game's August event. Changes to the above locations will ICly be present from August 15th - September 1st.
▶ Current characters may top level on the TDM. Any current characters posting to the TDM should note they are current in their subject header.
▶ The top level directory is for new characters only. We want to make sure new characters are prioritized and receive attention! If you would be interested in a game invitation, you can note that in your comment header.
▶ If you aren't satisfied with these prompts, please feel free to check out our LOCATIONS to explore more of the resort!
▶ Smut threads that take place on this TDM can be used for rewards. If both parties in the smut thread join the game, you may retroactively apply the character's initial card values to your 52 bank. If one character does not join the game the thread will not be applicable toward rewards (as that character would not have a card value). The character that does join would still receive a small payout for the encounter. Hopefully it was a fun thread regardless!
▶ Wildcard tokens from the GILDED CAGE prompt may be redeemed even if the newbie(s) in question do not join the game, but only for the small item reward; the token does not carry over to Game 52.
▶ We ask you to kindly add content warnings to your threads as appropriate.
▶ If you do not currently have permissions and kinks listed in your character’s journal we suggest leaving a note in your top level of any limits or boundaries for other players to reference.
▶ Don't forget to relax and enjoy the end of your summer! ♥
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Within a hierarchical society, there's little opportunity to find an equal. When you exist at the top of that dog-pile, its even less likely to discover someone even stronger, who might blot out the tedium that's stretched on for an eternity. But here? The resort has opened its doors to those who could be contenders, with the right polish and a little nudging on J's part.
Naturally, the demon harbors an interest in those who exude a sense of raw brutality, and better yet, the kind of ruthlessness he appreciates. When Chika savagely dismembers the statue, quite literally, only to spike that appendage through features that crack and shatter around the intrusion, J takes a break from his snarky commentary.
What replaces the peanut gallery he's provided is a round of clapping that steadily carries over to the victor across the hall as J stands to abandon his seat and the role of idle spectator. It seems gaining the upper-hand has earned Chika a standing ovation and some company. ]
Very nice. That took disarming your opponent to a delightfully creative new level.
Though I have to say, the impalement was my favorite part of this whole standoff, by far. [ As J slowly begins prowling over, hands clasped behind his back, the demon is sure to avoid coming within reach of the monstrosity's remaining arm. ]
Now then, how do you plan on finishing it off? [ With that little quip, J makes a point of pinning Chika with his cool, unaffected gaze. Just how far will this bruiser go in retaliating against an offending force even after it's been wounded? ]
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Chika glanced over to J, a little startled. His eyes are completely human now, and he takes in the demon in, even as he does a gentle side step with the statues blind flailing.]
I'll have to shatter it's head. It ain't fitting, having it go around like this.
[He chanced another glance at J.]
If you'll pardon me and step back? I don't think you want to get grit in your eyes.
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J's former interest in the animated statues and the source of their sudden mobility began dwindling with Chika's appearance. A curiosity now swiftly ramping up into the keen desire to decode this strange contradiction of a man. Vicious, but polite to a fault, as he treats a demon with all the tenderness of someone made of softer stuff. How quaint. ]
Don't tell me you can cook or I'll be forced to invite you over after this nasty business is settled. [ It may be a social faux pas to proposition someone ahead of a brutal execution, but it's impossible to resist when the thrill of a life-or-death struggle is one of the few things that gets a demon's blood going. ]
Take your time. I'll appreciate your handiwork from a safe distance. [ With that and a sweep of one hand to indicate he intends to give Chika room to work, J takes a few steps back to prop himself up against a nearby door. What he waits for is the finishing blow, eagerly anticipating how Chika plans on delivering the strike that finally ends this blighted thing's existence. Will he go for another solid kick to obliterate the critically wounded statue's face? Or does he have some other method up his sleeve?
The door wrenching open at J's back, and solid marble arms snaking around his throat and midsection, aren't events he's penciled into today's intended itinerary. The Archduke's head draws back in supplication as the marbled monstrosity yanks him flush to its body by that neck-hold. Seemingly helpless, the demon doesn't make a move to struggle against his attacker. Though a hand does its best to block the hand around his throat from crushing a fragile windpipe. He may recover from mortal wounds, but that kind of injury wouldn't heal with just a snap of his fingers, and he'd prefer to continue communicating his thoughts without resorting to charades. ]
On second thought, a stay in execution may be in order until we address our surprise guest.
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[He's a little bemused at the attention. It's not that he isn't used to being seen as attractive- he is. It's for his actions, not simply for being easy on the eyes that's new. It is flattering, even if he knows he's being teased.
And the fact that he wanted to watch the destruction of one of these statues, pitiful thing that it is, is all the more particular.
Chika moves to start the take down of the thing he'd brutalized-
And there was a quick yank of the door. He turned, and his surprised expression changed to exasperated, seeing the predicament J found himself in.
With a sigh, he patted over, light on his feet.]
Please excuse me.
[The words are said to J? Not the attacker. Because he moves just as viciously as before. This time, his hands shoot out.
One simply brute forces the arm away from J's midsection and holds it in place. The other?
Wraps around the hand on his throat and pulls it back, his hand squeezing on marble as to make it start to Crack. That earns a low growl of pain, as his hand shakes from the strain of crushing stone.]
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J doesn't say a word. His pale eyes, icy in color and placid as a lake frozen-over, track Chika's every motion as if he's the thing that's been lurking nearby, just beneath the surface, waiting for the right moment to strike.
The statue beats him to the punch, even though its limbs suffer a sickening crunch as stone begins to fracture under the pressure of a crushing hold. With how J's been positioned, all it takes is for a marbled face to lean in from behind faster than stone should move. In an instant, it covers the demon's mouth with lips that deliver a kiss nothing short of impassioned, despite their lack of warmth or soft skin.
As it does, the hand once desperate to protect his airway reaches for Chika, pressing the flat of his palm to the man's center. It holds itself there, attempting to communicate that Chika should hold off on tearing the statue to pieces. The moment he feels the statue draw away from that first brief kiss, J confirms what he'd been signalling with the prior touch of a hand. ]
Hold on a minute. [ He pats Chika's chest while breathing out his request, a smidgen winded due to the brief interlude where his air had been cut off. This is what he gets for not satisfying his suit often enough: A touch of mortality. ] There might be other ways of subduing our rock hard friends.
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What an odd one J was.
Odder still was the kiss from the statue. But once J signalled him to hold still, he did-though with no small dismay or confusion. Instead, he stayed still, the hand no longer squeezing, the grip only keeping the other arm still.
Chika offered a soft sound of clear confusion, before his expression flickered, taking in his remark.
Rock hard indeed.]
Hold on. You sure?
I don't have any lube for these ah...suitors.
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But I think we can find a suitable alternative. [ J's hand drifts lower, dragging over Chika's abdomen until he can hook a few fingers into the top of the man's trousers and give an encouraging tug.
As if the statue can sense what J is suggesting, it tries to move the hand previously wrapped around a slender throat back toward the demon. This time, the goal is a fistful of J's hair, used as a means to push him in the direction of Chika's midsection. If ever there was a universal gesture meant to initiate a blowjob, the tried and true 'head shove' was it.
With any luck, this would help stifle the effects of his darkening suit and subdue the rampaging sculptures, nailing two birds with a pair of very horny stones. Tongue flicking over his lips in anticipation, J's sure to catch Chika's gaze as he makes a deliberate move to kneel. ]
How about we give them a show worth getting their rocks off to? [ Yes, them. The first offender, still animated despite the appendage lodged within its head, has been watching the huddled trio with uncomfortably distorted features as though dejected at being left out of the fun. ]
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As it is...the solution intrigues him. And with J so pretty and so eager, maybe...well...it was a little exciting to be watched wasn't it?
Even with one statue having an arm in its face. ]
When the suggestion comes from you darling, how can I resist?
[As if they hadn't met by chance minutes ago. Chika pulls his pants down, before kicking them towards the dejected statue.]
There now. Rub yourself against that.
[Offer given, he turns back to J. And once violent hands graze lightly over J's cheeks, and lightly over his hair. So gentle despite the strength.]
Want a kiss before we rock their world?
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It's one of the slim few things in life the demon genuinely relishes in that strays from the deceitful arenas of subterfuge and manipulation — Humor, often the crass type scribbled on bathroom walls or shared among teenage boys. Hell, this is a man who once chortled over someone unexpectedly getting hard outside the bedroom. ]
Now that you mention it, I do. [ He's not stooped down too far that back-peddling and finding his footing is an awkward process. J isn't some minuscule waif, so there's a dissonance in how light on his feet the demon is, despite balancing a considerable height and the weighty animalistic features that ought to make a quick shift in direction look clumsy. Against all expectations to the contrary, J fluidly slides back onto the tip-toes of both paws, balanced perfectly without a wobble. It's then that he simply bleeds into the other man's personal space, moving fast as rolling waves of smoke that blot a sky out, turning day into a false night. Like this, he envelops the other man in his embrace, with one arm looping around a strong neck while the other slides its fingers into dark hair. ]
Go ahead and lay one on me. [ So he says, but J doesn't abstain from finding the outline of his target among the peppering of facial hair. A kiss presses itself against the top of Chika's cupid's bow, then dips lower to repeat a faint touch that grazes over the sensitive skin of his bottom lip. ]
Make it good enough that I'll still feel it when I'm on my knees.
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[Which tickled him to no end. He obviously wasn't, but it was funny and fun to have someone hit on him so hard- even if there was some rock humping on the line.
But really, the way that J molded to him was delightful, and Chika found his arms wrapping around him easier then breathing.]
You're making it hard beautiful.
[His kiss was light, easy, a graze of upper lip against lower. Little more then a friendly gesture, a greeting kiss.]
I mean...it'll take a lot to make you crack and crumble, mm?
[He squeezes J tight against his body, lightly biting his throat, and kisses his way back up to his mouth before really offering him a kiss, lightly biting and lips and swiping the possible marks with his tongue.]
( cw: NSFW )
What if I'm on the hunt for the kind of man who could make me fall to pieces? [ So much of the demon is composed of soft skin and an alluring elegance, but under that facade is something much stronger — At his core, J is a ruthlessly tenacious creature who spent centuries climbing the social ladder in order to forge his own path. It would take a truly formidable man to accomplish what he proposes so casually when countless others have tried and failed miserably.
The threat of mobilized marble continues pressing in. With its hands now free to explore, the statue gropes its way from J's chest to hip and then back again, eager to vicariously experience a taste of intimacy. No matter where those hands move over him, there's not a single hint of discomfort that ripples across the demon's unnervingly tranquil features, as he remains entirely indifferent to the animated stone's desire.
And then Chika's presses in to devour him, teeth and tongue working over lips that part with a sigh beneath the tantalizing onslaught. There's no mistaking that the demon revels in the attention brought about by a mouth that wrings from him small sounds, hushed but undoubtedly full of encouragement.
Fingers stroking through Chika's hair curl inward to drag against his scalp, while those elsewhere twist in the fabric of his shirt. The latter is the perfect handhold used to pull him even closer to eradicate the last bit of distance. Body to body, there's nowhere else to move but against his partner, as J instigates a slow grind between them. ]
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[From the shaking, he's trying not to laugh too. This whole thing- from the statues, to the violence and giggling over puns? It's ridiculous. And fun. Whoever, whatever J is, Chika doesn't know if he is the person who can truly make J waver for even a moment. Not from his convictions, or even to overwhelm his senses and let his mind go blank from desire.
But despite this being a way to free them both from pests of the stone variety, there's an undeniable attraction there. A hand moves to press against the small of J's back, pressing him forward, encouraging the grind. Any stone hand he feels is batted at with an irritated swat. He might have to share, but he doesn't want to in the least. This was their kiss.
Their teeth getting to nip and pull at each others lips, their tongues getting to swipe and tangle with the others.
And it was Chika's hand enjoying the feel of J's hair in his fingers, even as his own curls were tugged and urging him to stay close.
Maybe he couldn't keep J's attention for longer then this tryst. But the werewolf planned to enjoy every moment of it, from how his body was already reacting to the other's touch.]
( cw: handjobs, threesome-ish, voyeurism. )
You'd better not make me laugh once I've got you in my mouth, or I might nick something vital. [ The demon offers up a wide grin, showing off teeth that gleam between a curve of J's lips. Not one of them ends in anything but a sharp-edged point. It's a dangerous place to put something flush with blood if both parties aren't careful. ]
I've heard Broken Wing has mighty comfy accommodations for a clinic, and the staff is eager to provide some very hands-on care.
But bleeding from below the belt has to be the worst way to find out. [ A fair warning to prevent things going sideways with a slip of a tooth against sensitive skin. That would undoubtedly spoil an evening that's out turned unexpectedly well, considering all the mounting violence it'd kicked off with. To keep the mood from tanking into somber territory, J's hands continue to travel lower. They slide down over the tight-knit line of musculature along Chika's torso, bare and hard under J's roaming hands. Though it pales in comparison to what else lies stiff under a graze of his palm. ]
We have enough of an audience for what I've got planned, as it is.
( cw: public nudity, groping, promised violence)
[He rocked back, but let J push him back? But was glad that it wasn't an entire rejection. The shirt Chika had was pulled off and away completely, giving J a full frontal view if he was so inclined to take him in.]
Besides- fun as it may be to check out Broken Wing- I'd rather keep to you right now.
[Which shows in the flare up in his eyes, the shiver as he felt J's fingers grace over a very eager part of himself.
And too how he turned his head to offer J an ear nibble, his hand moving to squeeze his rear.]
Bad enough that we got them watching us. You sure you want to leave them be?
[He dragged his nose against J's cheek, moving to nip his jaw. Maybe it was an eager to please streak; maybe it was something darker, more possessive as his voice dropped to a murmur.]
I could destroy them for you. Just say the word.
( cw: handjobs and nsfw content from here on. )
And then that bombshell drops itself into the moment — A promise to obliterate the pair of intruders that have mistakenly thought themselves deserving of the right to manhandle them ( or more importantly, J ) without permission.
The nuzzle against his face and teeth that soon follow are met with approval in the form of a soft hum. Following suit is the first indication of J's excitement, raw and physical, undeniably felt between the mesh of rolling hips. There's more to his reaction than glee at the promise of death brought to the pair of lustful voyeurs, if a demise is even possible for things that had been merely decorative fixtures until recently. True, there's an element of annoyance in their company, equivalent to the addition of an intrusive fly. If J didn't harbor any apprehension of what potential consequences lay in wait ( and those were plentiful here ) for breaking a few toys belonging to The House, the demon wouldn't be above treating them like the pests they've made of themselves.
That Chika is so motivated to crush someone else underfoot in his pursuit of J is what really gets him going. The one person who had been so close to surpassing him had been willing to go to similar lengths, though that had taken years to instill. Obsession rears its head, too. Deliciously tailing a budding need to covet the growing object of his interest. All parts of the delicate equation he'd used to mold his prior ward into a worthy successor. It'd be impossible not to take those similarities into account and look at Chika in a new light, as someone full of potential.
J's head tilts away after teeth have settled upon the lobe of an ear to carefully tug, only hard enough to garner notice. He leans into the arms of the thing seemingly carved of stone yet so alive, its hands reaching to touch the demon's face with reverent wonder. Fingers slide nearer to smiling lips, trying to coast along a grin that doesn't reach pale eyes, more calculating in their gaze than coquettish. ]
You'd get rid of them for my sake? [ As though a creature as incredibly dangerous as J needs saving, protecting, from these glorified coat-racks who've done little but gather dust in silence before now. ]
Or so you can have me all to yourself? [ Without any sign of J's resistance, marble fingers belonging to another hand skim down past J's clavicle and dip into the front of his shirt. There they trail over the planes of a pale chest with a possessive sense of entitlement to the naked skin that rivals Chika's.
As the statue moves, so too does the demon in its clutches. Pale eyes half-lid in satisfaction as a warm hand stirs to gather up the heat under his touch. Slow-moving as it goes, that loose curl of fingers starts to gradually drag from tip to base and then back again, beginning to stroke Chika in earnest. ]
( cw: possible violence from now on)
Someone violent. Someone morally loose. Someone who focused on what he wanted, who he wanted, in the heat of the moment.
Two of the three might have been true, if the roll of amber in Chika's eyes and a curled up lip, a swallowed snarl at the marble hand grazing and entering J's shirt was any indication.
But he still has a human voice, and his touch his more filled with reverence then anger.
For now.
The firm touch, stroking and pressing may have helped.]
Can't it be both?
[The lean into stone was more tease, he thought. A flash of temper. Tempting him, even as he moved closer again, letting his hands explore J's body. The demonic parts were more fascinating, beautiful, then repulsive.]
Though with your confidence...this really isn't anything but trivial, isn't it?
[J hadn't reacted normally to getting choked. More of a consideration on how to get rid of a fly then danger.
Which he had to admit...the power had its appeal. Chika, laid back as he appeared, had a love and admiration for the powerful, especially those who would push him to the brink.]