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TDM 06



【 Thank you for choosing the Golden Peacock, 5-star resort and casino. You are currently registered as a WILDCARD in our system.
On behalf of the house and resort, we would like to advise all Game 52 players to exercise caution around the Golden Peacock for the next few weeks. The veil between 'what is' and 'what has been' grows thin and the threads of fate have tangled in unexpected ways. We are currently observing how these two phenomena behave when they occur simultaneously and act in concert.
We advise that all guests monitor their physical states until the veil thickens once again and the threads of fate return to running parallel. If you find yourself undergoing any strange transformations, please report to the Broken Wing clinic for observation. We will do our utmost to make sure you are comfortable during this time.
You may also notice other strange phenomena around the Golden Peacock while the veil is thin. Please continue to exercise caution. New wayward spirits have joined us during this time. While spirits are crossing, it is possible for guests to get swept along into the ghostly realm.
As always, please let us know if there is anything we can do to improve your stay. 】

HEADS




TAILS





MAIN LOBBY




BACK HALLWAYS & STAIRS





MONSTER MASH




THE VALE




SMOKED EGG





BALANCE RETURNS


OOC NOTES
▶ 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 October event. Changes to the above locations will ICly be present from October 15th - November 3rd. All supernatural phenomenon will increase in strength over time, culminating in peak activity on All Hallows' Eve. The days following Halloween will relax, leading into eventual normalcy. Some locations are spared the supernatural frenzy, so players can play as normal if they wish to avoid these tropes/prompts. Players may assume that the supernatural come and go in the above specifically incorporated locations.
▶ 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!
▶ We ask you to kindly add content warnings to your threads as appropriate. This TDM in particular has the potential to get real wild, so we want to emphasize this request!
▶ 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.
▶ Go forth and let your freak flag fly!
vampiric luxuries - puts my paw on your face....
He had wanted to sneak out earlier but there had been a literal fucking orgy blocking the doorway. Embarrassed and incensed, Genya instead found solace back by the bar and turned his face away from all of the indecent behavior (cheeks burning hot, unfortunately not unaffected).
His face scrunches when the bartender asks what he'll have. After a second, with a furrowed brow and heavily set jaw, he grumbles: ]
Water.
[ Someone doesn't know it's all blood........ ]
hiii <3
Is a mess to clean up, not resplendent hedonism.
That he's more in line with a 'human' way of thinking doesn't occur to Charlie - he's not of the opinion that disliking bathing in blood and fucking is a uniquely human take.
Regardless of apparent supernatural status, Charlie doesn't assume comfort or discomfort in anyone who settles up to the bar. But Genya's gruff order leaves little to assumption. Recognition dawns on Charlie's face - wide eyes and a quickly spreading smile (eager, a shade devious, and) entirely focused on his patron.] Eh, you sure?
Now's a good time to get some of that flesh you like to eat. [Toe tapping on the ground excitedly behind the bar, Charlie's shoulders jostle a bit as he plucks a wide wine glass from the rack.]
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Red burns on his cheeks; it isn’t clear how much of that is from his anger and how much is from embarrassment. Large eyes that were already narrow further slim to needles. ]
Who the fuck are you?
[ No one would make that joke without knowing who he is. Genya stares daggers into the older man’s face, veins tight along his throat, as he tries to place the guy… most of his interactions are network-based on purpose, but this is a double-edged sword. Almost everyone is savvier with tech than he is. The man’s appearance tickles in his mind, but he isn’t entirely sure. ]
Yeah, I’m sure. Unless you’re planning on cutting off yer own arm.
[ Snapped with heat. He isn’t serious in the slightest about demanding his bartender’s arm, but at the very least, this seems to be the one person other than himself currently not having some wild blood orgy. At least his arm would be relatively clean. ]
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Charlie himself doesn't possess much of a temper. He'd grown on the receiving end of many, loved ones he will no longer speak the names of expressing their devotion to him with grit teeth or spitting rage. A fondness, a comfort, an obsession he's only continued to indulge over the decades.
There may be nothing here Genya can comfortably eat, but Charlie's looking directly at a meal.
He snickers, shaking his head with subtle incredulity. As if he's surprised to be unrecognized. Not everyone commits the profile pictures of the people they talk to on the network to memory, he knows...] Ah?
You want it that fresh? Sure, just let me introduce myself first-
Charlie DiVincenzo. [He reaches over the bar counter, offering a handshake. Procedural, businesslike. Expectant. He wants to know what this boy's hand feels like, simmering with irritation.] Wonderful to meet you in person, Genya.
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Slowly, like a feral cat drawn out of the bushes by fresh anchovies, he extends his own hand to curl his finger’s around Charlie’s. It’s a brief touch—his hand is warm, textured with calluses, large with scratched knuckles. A clasp that is quickly snatched away as if he had touched flame, uncertainty and irritation searing the edge of every nerve. ]
Wonderful? Give me a break. [ he might be more accommodating if they weren’t in the middle of a vampire den surrounded by blood and orgies. seeing as they are, he remains prickly. ] So this is the kind of place you hang out. No wonder I didn’t meet you before.
[ It’s barbed and judgmental as he folds his arms over his chest, hand tingling from that brief touch. All of his senses are hyper-aware while he’s surrounded by blood drinkers—though, overall, they seem fairly ethical in their consumption methods, preferring to take a bite and then fuck their prey instead of killing them.
He still hates it here, but. You know. He can recognize that the coven are more like teens having a house party while mom and dad are away than intentionally cruel. ]
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His arm retreats over the bar table, hand casually slipping into his pocket as the conversation continues. Genya's vitriol makes no visible impression on Charlie aside from the hint of fondness that laces his casually snide argument.] You sure you wanna assume that?
I'd have to think you like places like this too, in that case. And I'm not sure that's right-
Though.
It's a good place to get your fix. [Driving the conversation back to his original pitch, Charlie flicks his switchblade out of his pocket and twists it to offer handle forward, palm up.] Wanna pick your own cut?
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He takes the handle only for the sake of keeping it away from Charlie altogether. Crazy weirdo. ]
Why shouldn’t I? You’re way more comfortable here than I am. [ that barbed tone quickly turns scolding, ] Stop that, don’t offer yourself up as someone’s lunch.
[ He slides his thumb to close the blade. While the switchblade isn’t unknown to him, he’s never used one before—he had trained with a katana and a sword isn’t even his preference when it comes to weapons. So, the pad of his thumb presses near the sharp edge of the blade, cutting a thin slice of flesh no more significant than a paper cut.
A bead of blood bubbles. It doesn’t hurt, and Genya automatically rubs his thumb against his index finger to smudge the blood and help clot the cut. A tiny little prick like this, even if he’s in a den of vampires, there’s a goddamn blood pool. Who’s gonna notice this?
Red remains faintly smeared on the blade after he’s tucked it closed, offering it back to the other man. ]
Stick to opening bottles with this, Mister Bartender. Where’s my water?
revives this
He naturally commits secrets to mind, but Charlie often treats them with more discretion. It may be natural to bring up flesh-eating in a vampire's den, but Charlie commits the conversational spotlight to it to distract from his own private condition.
Bloodlust.
The orgy slurry doesn't interest him, but that pinprick of red on Genya's thumb is hot with frustration. He watches, entranced, as the boy rubs red between his fingertips, lips parting as his composure slackens. A brief fantasy occurs to him; reach across the bar and grab the guy's wrist. Taste it.
His lips curl inwards, and Charlie forces his eyes away from the smear to meet his customer's. Wordlessly, he plucks his knife back. His thumb rubs along the hilt, mimicking the motion with which Genya had soothed his wound.] They don't take payment in chips here, you know.
They gotta source that shit somewhere- [He nods towards the pool behind Genya as he swaps the wine glass out for a shot glass. It lands between them with a loud clink.] Since you just want water, don't worry about fillin' it all the way up. [His hand, knife pressed lazily into his palm, rests next to the proffered tribute - just in case Genya needs it again.]
tailwag!!!
His elbow thuds heavily onto the counter beside the shotglass. Fingers unfurl and stretch out to pose a well-worked palm above its waiting mouth. This leaves the knife in Charlie's hand as he intones: ]
You're the bartender. You serve it.
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A demon hunter, of some sort. Charlie hasn't forgotten the vitriol boy possessed condemning violent creatures he's come across. What does this boy want? Information? Or-
Is it better when the monster chats congenially behind a bar and convinces his prey to present their palm to his knife?
Charlie's eyes dip from his customer's face to his palm without his notice. Lips parting, he presses the switch on his knife to spring the blade from its handle.] I'm more of a eh... contractor. [Conscripted. Though at this moment, he's forgotten to begrudge his situation.]
So I'm not gonna promise not to spill any. [As had played out in his imagination moments before, Charlie's free hand grasps Genya's wrist firmly. He turns the boy's palm - just as much a show of control as utility - to angle it above the glass. As he brings his knife up to prick the tip into skin, his fingers rub its hilt.
He's not nervous, he's eager.
The blade sinks in, and blood wells up quickly. Charlie made no promise of being gentle, and the moment red pools in the creases of Genya's palm Charlie squeezes his hand to coax more. Drops begin to fall into the glass and Charlie watches, rapt. The first patter of vitae on glass makes his eyes dilate.]
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The knife edge digs into his skin. Genya’s eyebrows scrunch mildly; the sting of a knife isn’t much more than a mosquito bite to him. Skin splits and blood wells, beads of brilliant red streaking down the lines of his palm. It patters into the glass. More, when the other man squeezes. Pap pap pap. Stray drops stain the counter.
There. Charlie’s pupils dilate in a way that raise the slayer’s fine hairs in alert, swinging the pendulum back. Subtle, but maybe… ]
No. Don’t waste it.
[ A low and gruff retort as his fingers twitch and forearm drives forward, taking advantage of Charlie’s distraction to rub his bloody palm over the man’s mouth and chin. Fingers spread, sliding over pale skin, helping smear red along the seam of the man’s lips.
Can’t dangle the bait any closer than this without crawling right into his mouth. ]