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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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But he lets the moment pass in lieu of the brush of fingers against his neck. It serves as a teasing reminder of his own delayed release. Slipping from the suit's grasp had been euphoric in itself, but his own half-hard cock throbs as if to remind him of it's existence.
As if he could forget it when Alan's tone grows low and... well Baptiste would dare say a little impish in that amusement. His head lulls, stretching his throat to invite that surveying touch to continue. The continued touch keeps him patient, even soothed as he basks in the warm between them.]
How observant. [Baptiste coos, a steadily mischievous smile begins to crack across his features.] It's not exactly a deterrent to put me on the straight and narrow. Why? Thinking of inviting some more trouble into your life?
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Not as a rule. Seems to keep finding me nowadays, though.
[ Witness this whole kidnapping as the latest in a six-month string of things he never would've asked for, starting with Bella's pregnancy. It's hard to say, in light of his new friends, new positions, new lover back home, that he regrets all those things -- but it's hard to say, in light of the threats, the enchantments, and the murders, that it was exactly all worth it. Maybe it never really balances out. Maybe it'll always be an uphill climb on a mountain of bad, clinging to the good he finds on the way.
And maybe that's why he'd rather focus on that smile, and the way Baptiste basks. Alan glances down towards Baptiste's lap. ]
Did that get you hard?
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Baptiste seems to remember he ate his dinner at the foot of the stairs as a stubborn oath to meet ever-present concept of trouble with trouble of his own.
Somethings never change. He idly wonders what route the man above him will pick, hoping it to be something foolishly stubborn.
While Baptiste had already resolved not to pry into what troubles lay at the man's feet - he prefers to be trusted with such information rather than prying it out of someone - what the other says quickly shifts the gears in Baptiste's head. Returns it to the very thing he'd tried to set aside.
Baptiste scoffs. His brows raise incredulously. His mouth opens and for a moment the man is actually dumb-founded. Glances down at the traitorous curve of his stupid little toga before he looks back up to Alan.]
Sucking you off got me hard! [A beat. His mouth presses into a thin line. Then he cracks a smile again. A roll of his eyes before he's shaking his head.] Well, and continuing to flirt with you.
[The weight of his head falls a bit heavier into Alan's hands now. A purposeful dabble in dramatics as he waits.]
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'Course it did.
[ He swipes a thumb over Baptiste's lower lip, an echo of earlier. ]
I'd like to watch you bring yourself off. I reckon you've got enough oil there, haven't you?
[ Alan is a writer, not an actor; he hasn't the talent for mimicry that Violet Debenham does. Nevertheless, he injects this line with a haughty amusement worthy of an actual aristocrat. The implication is clear: Baptiste is here for his amusement, and he's not about to get his hands dirty when Baptiste is perfectly capable of doing it for him. ]
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His unspoken 'well, unless' in regards to a bit of roleplay is answered far sooner than he expected.
Despite not being an actor, Alan's tone carries the perfect delivery. One that is easily written off as an endearing play at nobility rather than anything else. It brings none of the bubbling contempt the real thing would've stoked...
And so who was Baptiste to deny this man a chance to play? That damn smile only helped to seal the deal.]
That's right, sir. [His tone dips low once more. Lashes fall heavy over his eyes in a faux-display of subservience.
So he sets himself to the scene. A servant savoring the attentions of this nobleman after bringing him to completion. The glimpse of desire is a tantalizing promise to chase. To indulge a nobleman brought with it the chance of winning favor so that he might-
Baptiste could almost laugh. Even in play, he sucked at truly just playing 'servant.'
Instead he sighs as one hand blindly gropes for the open lid of the oil vessel. The other moves to loosen the white linen of his toga. The shifting of cloth over his own cock is a pleasure that he punctuates for this man's viewing pleasure by swallowing hard. White folds are a curtain pulled back. An oil-doused hand shifts the weight of his half-hardened prick. Slick fingers wrap around the shaft and begin to stroke with a steady hand.
A shuddered breath follows the introduction of a slick warmth, before his jaw sets to bite back his first moan.]
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He huffs laughter, dropping one hand beside him to lean on, trailing the fingers of the other over Baptiste's cheek. ]
"Sir," even. Good.
[ God, the sight is entrancing. Maybe this man's an actor? He's got a showman's touch that reminds Alan a little of Violet. He swallows himself, a moment after Baptiste does. ]
Good.
[ Soft and hoarse. His gaze flicks over the man at his feet, desperate to take in all the details for later. He sees a muscle clench in Baptiste's jaw; he sees oil fall from Baptiste's fingers to the floor in a fat drop. He sees Baptiste's cock and imagines it in his own hands, in his mouth, and the idea is enough to send another warm flush through him -- though not enough to actually revive him. ]
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Or perhaps Baptiste will recall that huff of laughter and that dark, amused gaze instead. The trailing touch to his face serves to press the moment into his memory as his own breath hitches.
He doesn't remember his lines. The next clever quip in this act is lost between his hand, the scent of sweat and sweetened oil, and a hoarsely offered praise. Baptiste's lips part with the next moan. A haze dulls the intensity of Baptiste's gaze as it drops, unfocused. He catches Alan's fingers in his periphery, along with the fine, draped fabric at the man's torso that still lays displaced. A flash of skin that has him wishing his face was buried in the crook of the man's neck instead of nestling desperately against his palm. A dip at the other's thighs that reminds him of how the other's cock felt under his lips just minutes ago.
All the while, each stroke of his cock continues to stoke the promise of these feverish fantasies. Until the building warmth in his gut threatens to spill over, quickly back in step with where he had been. His own voice rises until his head sharply turns - as if to use the palm of Alan's hand to muffle his next groan.]
Ah- I- God-- [It accomplishes the trapping of his heated breath more than dampening any sound of faux-worship as Baptiste comes, a splatter to the ground that intermingles with the pooling of oil. He pants against the other's hand, lips moving in a mockery of a kiss as he attempts to collect himself.]
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On impulse, while Baptiste catches his breath, Alan leans down and presses a kiss to his hairline. A benediction, of sorts. Straightening, he looks around for something he can offer to help clean up, and settles for grabbing a napkin off the table with the wine. It's no monogrammed handkerchief, but it'll do. ]
Very nice. [ He holds the cloth out, smiling. ] Thank you for that.
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Instead, its met with a warm smile and the acceptance of a part well-played.
While the offered linen isn't a monogrammed handkerchief in the slightest, it stirs an amused twinkle in Baptiste's eyes. A glimmer that begins to cut through a bleary gaze. His head is leaden as he slowly pulls it away from the hand that had been a life line. Moments before. His body basks in its languid afterglow, and Baptiste finds there are no strings attached. No simmering powerplays beneath the surface. No gnawing influence. Not even a spare, roguish urge to press his luck.
It's a stillness that brings out a bewildered laugh. Baptiste is not a man to know 'still' and yet he sits before this relative stranger in just that.
He reaches out to take the offered napkin. His fingers brush the other's in the gesture before he sets to wiping up.]
I should be thanking you, sir. [The title itself is nearly sung in its newly won irreverence.] I do love to put on a show.
[He may as well have said, "I do love a chance to show-off." Regardless, the point stands. All while a satisfied smile plays at his features.]
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[ He starts to rearrange himself, as well, smoothing down his robe and pushing a hand through his own hair. (This doesn't help his curls at all.) ]
... I feel better, [ he says after a moment, surprised. He hadn't even realized he'd felt bad, before. But like the sun finally going down on a hot day, the cessation of discomfort brings the discomfort into focus.
A breath later, he realizes that that's a pretty silly thing to say to a man on his knees in front of you, and he looks sheepish. There's always this moment, isn't there, when everyone's cleaning up and there's nothing left to be done. What should he say? It's been a long time since he had an anonymous encounter like this -- and this is nothing like a fuck in a darkened park corner or cramped back room. He knew the script for that. No names exchanged, no niceties, just a carefully timed exit to make sure no one saw the two of you together and caught on to the crime you'd just committed. ]
Don't call me sir, for God's sake. I'll never know who you're talking to.
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Baptiste shifts to stand, his legs leaden from prolonged kneeling. He smooths out the draped folds of white cloth before his delighted gaze falls upon the other man. Standing now, he'd nearly forgotten the height he'd had on this fellow. It's a realization as charming as the stray curls that refuse direction from Alan's guidance.]
So then what should I call you? As cute as that would be, I'd hate to slip your notice.
[Darkened park corners or cramped back rooms are not unheard of for Baptiste. He'd met his fair share of nameless lovers on his travels, after all - sewing his wild oats with the abandon of a man privileged to know he could talk his way out of the law. Through the promise of familial money or trade - he would happily evoke the same family name he often spat.
Regardless.
If the resort keeps this one, Baptiste operates under a clear assumption that they're bound to cross paths again.]
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He has to take a moment to decide what to say, in any case. Names have always been potential vulnerabilities. There's the name his mother gave him, too Italian for Londoners to respect. There's the name his articles are published under, unsafe to link to his sexual activities. There's "the Roman" -- but it feels discourteous to fob this fellow off with something so obviously fake.
(And it would be too close to "Cesare," anyway.)
The truth will probably out, he decides. There will be other lies to tell if he's stuck here, he's sure, and it's easier to keep track of them if he keeps the number low. ]
Ross. Alan Ross. [ He pauses, and then offers a handshake, with a rueful smile. ] And who am I going to be getting out of trouble next time?
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But the name that follows doesn't sound too much like a fake name to him, so he reaches to grasp the other's hand. A bright warmth comes naturally to his features with the gesture - his other hand reaching to clap at the man's shoulder.
For Baptiste, it's always just a step closer in physicality. A natural state. His hand brushes over the other's shoulder while the other returns a firm shake.]
Baptiste LaFontaine, my dear. [The drawl on his vowels is more noticeable on his name than any of his English. As if the name itself were some sort of song carried on by the traces of Québécois. The hand to Alan's shoulder slides away just as he releases the man's hand.]
I'm sure it is inevitable, so perhaps I should start making up for it now by showing you to the baths? It might just get you out of 'god duty' for a little bit.
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He finds himself chuckling. ]
I'd appreciate that, Mr. LaFontaine.
[ It won't get him out of "god duty," in the end. The feeding frenzy over the Wildcards will bring around someone actually anxious to curry favor; Alan will be whisked away to be pampered, and Baptiste will be shooed away to do ... whatever it is a Two is supposed to be doing. Alan will get the worship he needs to feel sated, even if he doesn't feel satisfied.
And they'll meet again. Unfortunately. ]