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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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And, well, continued conversation, clipped though it was, is a good enough distraction from what's to come.
Ultimately, he's not sure what to expect. Charlie's reputation precedes him, as does his habit of striking hard and fast to stoke heated feelings higher, but there's an awareness of his own distaste for this sort of exchange, and the continued pretense of status from home carrying over here - and he's content to keep hold of that as something of a shield, if nothing else.
A part of him is expecting a quick, rough bite, a looming presence, to be pinned to the chaise with both the supernatural sensations of being fed upon and the physicality of the act, but before he can even brace for such a thing, Charlie is kneeling, taking - and immediately breaking eye contact.
What could have been a threat - what would have been a threat to perhaps anyone else - is taken as the opposite, and is even met with something akin to confusion, as his brows knit together, watching closely.
The only contact is a brush of fingertips over his shoulder, and even that makes him tense at the anticipation of more that never comes. Instead, there's just the bite, a momentary sharpness that makes even Miraj gasp, quick and unsteady, before all that tight-wound tension of anticipation melts.
Paradoxically, without further contact he feels adrift in the sensation and actually reaches out somewhat, letting a hand loop over Charlie's elbow, touch just as light as the one to his shoulder. It's not quite an anchor, not really, but it'll do for now.]
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Now, though, the taste of Miraj's vitae forces him to inhale. As if he could taste it more acutely. As if he could pull more down his throat. But, despite how blatantly eager Charlie is to indulge, the feeding itself is a fairly gentle one.
It seems Miraj agrees.
Charlie's elbow shifts into the man's hand on instinct, seeking contact.
Showing deference to a Primogen is Charlie's priority, but physicality is his preference, and in this most base state of consumption, he lacks the awareness to temper himself completely. His fingers twitch, tilting forward to spread across Miraj's shoulder. Smooth skin, something to grab-
His palm seizes, hand retreating in sudden discomfort. Charlie disconnects with a hitch in his throat, glaring at his own limb as his tongue sweeps over the puncture holes in Miraj's neck.]
...I'm gonna ask you a blunt question. [Voice off-kilter, too airy for its usual timbre.] So you know, I wouldn't normally. [To avoid prying, he means, though his perpetually sinister demeanor doesn't make that specificity clear.] But now- [His fingers stretch out, straining before he curls them back inwards.] -did you want me to touch you?
[The house stopped him, that much is obvious, but why? In servitude to a wildcard, but not to its lascivious purpose? He expects to be met with similar recourse if he avoids the call for sex, too, so getting tangled with a guy who doesn't know what he fucking wants would be a pain.
Like he said. It's a two person game.]
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And then Charlie is gone, suddenly, and his body pulls back instead of following after him, despite just how empty and adrift the lack of contact leaves him feeling.
In a mirror to the house punishing Charlie for touch, it seems to also punish Miraj for the lack of it - his marking shimmer brighter in the dim light, and he nearly misses the question asked of him for all the questions already swirling around his own mind. Had he done something wrong? Clearly he caused some displeasure, but what? And what could he do to fix it? He nearly reaches out to re-initiate contact himself, in some effort to fix it, but Charlie's own question does reach him, and does ground him just enough that he doesn't, choosing instead to pick it apart, to give an almost uncharacteristically
honest answer.]
I wasn't thinking about you, just now.
[He'd been... fine... while he was. But as soon as he'd retreated into the sensation of the bite, as soon as that had been coupled with further physicality, it seemed it had been a problem.
...So he'd been forced to give Charlie a piece that would, given what was already known of him, allow him to put entirely too much together.
Annoying.]
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Maybe that should make this place's blatant tugging on their strings a little less jarring - but it doesn't.
Because Charlie usually doesn't mind the security and comfort his domestication brings. Usually it doesn't come with the knowledge that he's being somehow digested by an inter-planar entity.
Still kneeling at Mirajs's level, his face scrunches, the moment of frustration passing as soon as the man answers.] Well that-
First of all, some people would be offended if you told them that.
-but that was probably the damn problem. I told you! It's a two person game.
Normally, the house doesn't mind one guy just watchin' with wanderin' thoughts while the other guy enjoys himself. [Speaking firmly from experience.] This time, you're a 'God'!
If you can think about someone else, I'm not doin' my job right. [Petulantly, he lets his forehead thud against the arm of the chaise. Miraj is levied with an expectant look, as if Charlie expects some kind of instruction for success.] The kiss feels good. Do you like it better when things don't? [His guess is a half-hearted one, probing for preferences from someone who doesn't want to be here any more than he does.
A belabored group project, the Ventrue Starts Coordinating.]
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[Some people would be offended - meaning Charlie isn't. To a point. Already, Miraj can see him trying to work out what would, well, work. Doing the coordinating Ventrue so love to claim to hate.
The question makes his own face scrunch.]
Not typically.
[Sometimes it was fine. Sometimes it was even necessary, to a point, but... those were extenuating circumstances, not encompassing the inclusion of one Charlie DiVincenzo, and was just as likely to set his mind off elsewhere as being bitten had.
Idly, his hand does come up to his neck, rubbing at the place fangs had met skin.]
And you don't like much of anything, so I can't just...
[It is accusatory, to an extent. It would be so easy to bend to what the house wanted of him to what the deific obligations had put on his shoulders, to this particular gilded leash was telling him to do if Charlie wanted anything himself.
So in a mirror to the petulant thud onto the armrest, Miraj flops onto his back with a huff.]
This shouldn't be so difficult.
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They'll have to find their fun together, too. And enough so that Miraj can keep his head on his fuckin shoulders about who he's with.
Charlie shifts from kneeling to sitting outright, one leg propped up and the other bent sprawled under the chaise.] Well, we gotta start somewhere- [His palm thumps against unoccupied cushion.]
How about you tell me somethin' you've never done before? That way, you ain't got no one else to think about if we do it together.
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Charlie shifts to sit by him. Without really thinking about it, Miraj shifts to loop his closer arm around his waist. It's... something. It's contact. Not-quite welcoming, but not pushing him away, either.]
That's... [Impossible? Impossible.] I'm not so inexperienced, Charlie.
[For better or worse.]
Just this once, I'll allow you to force the matter.
[Just Use Dominate, my guy. It's not a pleasant option, but... well. He'll allow it. Whether the house will or not is another matter entirely.]
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Though he can't keep himself so schooled in the face of Miraj's apparent wealth of experience. Brows shoot upwards, his lips silently forming the question You? as he allows his 'deity' to continue.
Questions for another time, but oh it's a near thing. He wants to ask so badly.
Instead, he's given an odd sort of permission. Charlie's comically surprised expression dampens into something more grimly curious. Dominate has smoothed other interactions in the casino, sure, but to 'force' something like this? His lip curls a bit.]
If you want me to do that, you have to look me in the eye the whole time.
It'll remind you who you're with, too.
But you know I can't change how you feel with it. Just what you do. I don't want you with my dick in your mouth wishin you were anywhere else, and that's not gonna get us anywhere.
I'll make you touch yourself. [Something he's done to several others, though without the courtesy of running his plan by them first.]
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He doesn't. He's well aware it's hard to believe given all this, but that doesn't stop the question from being met with something of a challenge. Call it being bratty, if you will.]
You talking will remind me well enough.
[So it would seem the bite removing Charlie's voice had been part of the problem, and any further favors in that vein would have to be kept separate from exchanges like this. Frustrating.]
And you know better what will get us out of these... expectations. So, please.
[...Though he's really not opposed to hearing about the plan in general first, either, if that's Charlie's preferred angle, here.]
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Okay, untrue, but for Miraj it's rare, so Charlie enjoys the opportunity.
As for the plan... 'I'll make you touch yourself,' was really the start and end of it.]
Alright, first thing. Take off your toga. [The demand comes with power behind it, exactly as Miraj had requested. Any hesitation Charlie possessed moments before vanishes, replaced with a cold, satisfied smile. This sort of approach may not be his first instinct for sex, but his beast loves it.]