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peacockstop2024-10-15 09:00 pm
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!
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strange cold slime drips onto his shoulder, but he stays tucked into himself, knees to his chest, head down, trying to get some sleep before he spends any amount of brain power working through how he got into this situation and how exactly to get out. for a man his size, he must seem an eyesore. broad shoulders and a bald head the only parts of him visible when he hears a voice that sounds familiar.
the first thing that catches his eye is the robe. he doesn't take it right away because he's sure than there are others who need it more, but as he follows the length of tseng's outstretched forearm to his face..]
Tseng.
[lifting his head, he grabs the robe and moves to his feet, purely out of habit. he holds the clothing strategically to cover his crotch. he has so many questions, but the only words that come to him are apologies for his lack of professional attire. but eventually he clears his throat and speaks.]
Thank you.
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Rude. [ he turns away, ostensibly to scan the hallway for other guests or potential creepy-crawlies; really, it's to give rude a chance to put the robe on without showing tseng his junk. ] I'd say it's good to see you, but the circumstances leave something to be desired.
[ wry humor, bone-dry. it is nice to see a familiar face, even if down here in this shitty corridor isn't exactly where tseng would have hoped to run into him.
hoping that rude is decent by now, tseng turns back to face him. a quick once-over serves as an examination for now, assessing: no visible injury, at least. tseng exhales and his breath makes clouds in the air of the hallway. ]
We should go upstairs, my suite. Did you touch anything? [ e.g. suspicious globs of oozing whatever? ]
o/ sorry for the random impulsive tag
using the moment to get himself situated and covered, he has time to consider just how awkward he feels without his suit, gloves--and endless supply of shades. he might as well be naked.]
What is this place? It's not a hotel I've ever heard of, but it's massive.
[he opens his mouth to ask what sector they're even in, and has to acknowledge the now obvious truth that they are most certainly not in midgar. or any other city he knows from home.] No, I'm fine. [that strange ooze that had fallen onto his shoulder? already forgotten as inconsequential. rude follows tseng, eyes darting this way and that to study his surroundings as they move. Most of what he sees and hears is erotic in nature, but rude's self control is phenomenal and he doesn't yet doubt that it will hold.]
please never apologize i am delighted!!!
out of an abundance of caution, tseng waits until they've at least emerged from the gloom of the lower level hallways before he answers the question. ]
This place is called the Golden Peacock Resort, [ he says, ] and I'm going to ask you to suspend your disbelief.
[ because the story is truly unbelievable, when heard for the first time: a resort that plucks people up out of different worlds and shoves them all together for the purpose of making them fuck. tseng outlines it in clinical detail, the timeline of his own existence here, the implication of different timelines—shows the snake tattoo that now dominates much of his left arm.
and all the while, he's leading them up through the resort, across the lobby and down hallways until they're at a crossroads—either to take the elevators up to the junior penthouse levels, or to turn and head for the nest, the large shopping center that dominates much of the golden peacock resort's "ground" level. ]
Clothes first, or my suite first? [ he'll leave that up to rude's choice, maybe. ]
i'm so curious about this game
I see. [The name of the place doesn't seem too strange but he knows it's going to get worse when Tseng feels the need to preface what he says with that particular disclaimer.] Consider it suspended.
[He listens attentively, nodding, and not stopping the other man with any questions. The tattoo is the only thing that he gives any sort of observable response to. His eyes follow the snake, and eventually he looks Tseng in the eyes, searching them for any sign that he might be part of some illusion or fever dream. Rude touches the tattooed skin curiously, not 100% convinced any of this is real in spite of Tseng's seriousness about the matter.]
This feels like a really shitty wet dream I once had about Rufus. [A dream that resulted in Rude deliberately avoiding looking the man in the eye for at least a month. Without answering the question he finds himself feeling the mild burn of arousal building, stepping closer to Tseng, almost reaching for his hair. If this isn't a dream, he would rather not deal with the ramifications of poor impulse control.]
Depends on the clothes. [The cold is still getting through to his skin, so he shakes his head.] If your suite is warmer than this, we should go there first.
it is very fun!!! and we would welcome castmates!!!!!!
If you say that to his face I can't take responsibility for the consequences, [ is all tseng says in return. the underlying meaning is, of course, don't you dare say that to his face, although whether or not rude will ultimately obey remains to be seen.
by now, after all these months in this place, he's more than passingly familiar with the beginning signs of arousal in another person. the dilated pupils, especially given that rude is missing his sunglasses; the very slight flush beginning high in his cheeks; sweat gathering at his temples. likely that he did, in fact, touch something down there in the lowest levels of the resort, and just forgot about it before he could report.
so, tseng's suite indeed. ]
This way, then. [ it's a good thing the penthouse floors have private elevators, because the last thing tseng wants to do is bring rude up the public elevators if he's suffering the effects of an aphrodisiac. he leads them both in, presses the button for the jack floor, and then leans against the wall as the doors slide closed. ] How are you feeling?
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I would rather shoot myself in the dick than say anything to him about it. [Rude doesn't have a death wish, and aside from Reno and Tseng, wouldn't make such a confession to another living soul--actually, probably not even his partner--just in case.] I'd appreciate if you kept that to yourself, too, once we get back.
[Rude doesn't notice the signs even as little by little his thoughts start to stray from Rufus to his partner, and then he forces himself to focus. The elevator ride is quick, but for some reason it requires a good amount of effort to stay on his side of the elevator. When Tseng speaks to him he folds his arms over his chest and looks down, considering.]
I feel strange. [He admits eventually. Attributing it first to his lack sunglasses, then his lack of suit, then finally the absence of his gun. But it's not quite that either. Warmth spreads through him and the moment realization dawns on him, he's already half hard and praying for the elevator doors to open.
Rude is out before Tseng, careful to angle his body away from the other turk as best he can when they walk toward his suite.] I just need... a cold shower. [Which must sound like pure madness coming from someone who was just freezing his ass off.]
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[ although it may be a little sooner than "when we get back," given that rufus shinra is at this very moment somewhere in the building, probably sneezing from having been talked about so much. that's not something tseng feels the need to mention now, though—better to get rude situated and then align on their respective timelines before introducing the added complication of tseng's boss to the mix.
by the time the elevator stops at the junior penthouse floor, tseng can tell that rude is starting to feel it. he also knows that a cold shower isn't going to fix much of anything, but if rude needs to work through the last of the denial on his own, far be it from tseng to stop him. ]
You're welcome to it, [ he says as he keys open the door to his suite, a sprawling expanse of a place probably better suited to the executive suites on the 69th floor than to tseng himself, who lived primarily out of the turk quarters in general affairs. it's hardly decorated, except for a few touches of personality around the space: a pink orchid on a table in the living room, a white jacket thrown over the back of a chair. ] But while you're showering, think about what I told you about what this place demands.
[ and then perhaps reassess what it is he actually needs, is the implicit instruction there. honestly, it probably says something about the ways this place changes a person that tseng isn't all that perturbed by the idea of falling into bed with rude. ]
Should I show you where the towels are? [ again, that amused quirk of his lips. ]
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He has to keep his mind focused on something that isn't his body diverting blood downward to fill out his cock as much as he tries to resist the inappropriateness of it all. The timing couldn't be more awful, but if there's anything he can do, it's keep his cool when under the surface there's chaos beneath.]
Are you telling me to think about you in the shower? [Rude attempts to make light of the situation but the tone of his voice is too serious for it to sound the least bit funny. But he does recall their conversation about this hotel, and he looks Tseng over on the way toward the bathroom for a moment as he passes by, leaving the door open as he gets the water started.]
Can you bring one to me? [Wasting no time, he's in the shower being drenched in water cold enough to make any man shiver, but it does nothing to shock his body out of this state of arousal, in fact he's just painfully hard and very cold which isn't much of an improvement. He uses soap to pretend to wash his body so that when his hand gets to his arousal he doesn't look as suspicious when he touches himself, swearing under his breath.]
I think I was drugged.
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If that's what gets you off.
[ he knows this place's game, by now. rude's self-control is good, usually—better than reno's or elena's by a long shot—but tseng suspects that even he might see his willpower break when put up against the strength of the aphrodisiacs in this place.
and sure enough, when tseng follows rude into the bathroom so he can retrieve a fresh towel from the shelves, he finds rude already with a hand around his cock. well, he's doing a decent job of disguising it as soaping himself up, but the touch lingers just a little too long to be wholly innocent—not that tseng is keeping track, or anything.
he hangs the towel over the towel heater (a truly stupid perk of the jack suite experience) and then leans against the counter, crossing his arms loosely over his chest. ]
Most likely. [ tseng nods. ] Almost anything can be dosed with an aphrodisiac here. What did you touch before I found you?
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So this is a love hotel. Except that the customers are also the product.
[Rude is infuriatingly aroused, soap rinsed off but still touching himself while attempting to act unbothered through the conversation. Apart from little sounds that he lets slip every so often, he thinks he's able to remain discreet.]
There was something strange on the wall. I thought it was just dirty. [He uses extra soap on his shoulder where he remembers the substance made contact with him, just for good measure.] Will it stop once I.. finish?
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[ a love hotel and casino rolled into one, only the stakes are far higher here than any love hotel tseng has ever seen. and there are the occasional games with the animal transformations and suchlike... but that feels like getting ahead of himself to start explaining now.
shifting slightly, and annoyed by how easily this place has trained him to respond to other people's arousal, tseng tilts his head contemplatively and says, ]
Maybe. Sometimes all it takes is one time. Sometimes it's more persistent. [ a pause, then a wry noise and tseng adds, ] And sometimes it doesn't work if it's just you handling it yourself.
[ so to speak. sex with yourself evidently doesn't satisfy the resort's expectations of them, so it's entirely possible rude jerks himself off and still needs a hand, so to speak, from tseng. ]
Do you want me to leave?
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Yeah. I see that.
[Rude inhales and exhales deeply, shutting off the water since handling it on his own has proven ineffective. He would much rather not burden Tseng with something so embarrassing but he's so hard it's on the verge of being painful.]
I think.. I think I need you to stay.
[Leaving the shower, he keeps his eyes on the ground as he approaches Tseng, almost shy about making eye contact with narrowed eyes--a silent request to make this as not weird as possible.] I'll be more careful next time. [There's a pleading tone behind his words, though he wouldn't categorize it as begging. He's flushed with arousal, cock standing at attention with precum collecting at the tip near where a stud of metal sits.]
icb i said "so to speak" in the same paragraph twice i want to die.
Here.
[ one hand at rude's arm guides him to turn around so that it's rude leaning against the sink and tseng standing in front of him. rude is going to need the support more than tseng does, he thinks, because a second later tseng reaches out to wrap his hand around the hard length of rude's cock, stroking in one slow motion from base to tip. his thumb drags over the metal of rude's piercing, and one corner of tseng's mouth twitches in a smile. ]
You're a Turk, [ tseng says as his hand starts to move. no lube yet, so his touch is gentle, but there's nothing hesitant about it. as ever, tseng is confident and selfsure. ] You should always be cognizant of your surroundings.
[ behind rude, on the counter, is a small click-top bottle of lube, which tseng reaches for and then uses to slick his palm, so that when his touch returns it's much, much easier. ]
But if I had to guess, I'd imagine this won't be the last time we do this.
SAY IT AGAIN
Rude has never been anything but professional toward Tseng, and he can safely say he's never had any sexual desires for the man. The objective truth of his appearance doesn't count, it shouldn't. His inky black hair and fair skin suddenly seem enticing, and Rude blames his state of arousal for these thoughts now as he leans against the sink to trade places with Tseng.]
In my defense-- [His breath hitches at the contact initially, his eyes falling shut. Whatever excuse he has lined up dissolves in an instant, his face heating up almost instantly with how casual Tseng is about applying lube to his cock.]
You've had to do this for other people too? [Rude's voice comes out strained, trying too hard to overcompensate for the groans he refuses to let out in Tseng's presence. How is he both so aroused and embarrassed at the same time? Normally it would be enough to turn him off, but with the added slickness he finds himself thrusting into Tseng's hand.]
SO TO SPEAK!!!
fair enough, then. the thought makes his lips twitch slightly as he picks up the pace, his hand making indecent noises as it moves along rude's cock. ]
Of course I have, [ he says, ] I've been here for the better part of a year.
[ moving just a little closer, tseng rests one hand against the edge of the sink next to rude's hip, caging him in. ]
In order to survive in this place, one must be willing to do what's necessary, [ tseng says, although he's honestly not sure how much of it rude is going to parse in the state he's in right now. ]
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anya lot of sex in his free time, so naturally he assumes it's the same for the others. Except Reno, who tells him everything in great detail whether he wants to hear it or not. He would have gone to the grave thinking Tseng was pristine and virginal. Rude is one naive bastard.]A year? Mm. [He wants to express how he just saw him the other day, but instead he groans, words failing him as his eyes shift between the hand on his cock and Tseng's face.] What is necessary?
[The moment he's caged in, Rude's cock twitches in interest. He's listening to his words and doing his best to hear them and not fixate on the wickedly seductive tone of his voice--has it always been like that? His blush deepens from the top of his nose down to his chest.]
I'm close. [He warns softly, half asking permission. It must be out of habit and not in response to the dominating presence he has at the moment.]
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Learn what you like, and learn how to get it, [ is his answer, and while tseng isn't making his voice purposely seductive, it is nonetheless low and rich and quiet as if imparting to rude some kind of secret. ] I'll show you.
[ a slight nod acknowledges rude's warning, half-in and half-out of their usual roles as supervisor and subordinate. tseng thumbs purposefully over the head of rude's cock and says, ]
Come, then,
[ as if he expects rude to obey. ]
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He hunches forward, dropping his head onto Tseng's shoulder when he's close, just in time to hide from the embarrassing response to the swipe of his thumb. Tseng's words don't seem like too much of a command, but Rude's body obeys like it's the natural order of things. Swearing under his breath as his release shoots from him in a few strong bursts while he's still feeling the remaining waves of pleasure.
Rude didn't know he was grabbing the edge of the sink so hard until he lets go and his hands feel sore from the change.] Fuck..
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he hadn't been as tidy about it as he should have been, it seems. there's a little bit of rude's come on his slacks, although fortunately nowhere that it won't wash out. tseng looks down at it for a moment, then back up at rude, his gaze both concerned and evaluating. ]
How do you feel?
[ will a handjob be enough? sometimes it is, but tseng has heard of times where nothing would fully relieve the aphrodisiac except for actual penetrative sex... ]
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He opens his mouth to apologize but decides to answer his question instead.]
I feel better. [Rude doesn't think Tseng would ask him that simply for feedback. There must be some angle he's not seeing. Like downward. He doesn't even notice that his arousal isn't flagging.] Why?
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Are you sure?
[ like, far be it from tseng to say anything if rude is the type who likes being blueballed a bit, but from experience tseng thinks it more likely that rude just hasn't noticed he's still horny. ]
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moanssighs in response to Tseng's finger toying with the metal, shivering with arousal. It's the confirmation he didn't want that Tseng was right, this isn't over.]Fuck..
[As realization settles on him, he glances between Tseng's face and his hand. On one hand he's already asked a lot of him, and doesn't want to inconvenience anymore. On the other, he's desperate and Tseng is so good at--well, everything.]
Are you... ah, I mean.. can we.. [He takes a deep breath, gathering his thoughts into something more coherent.] How do you want to do this?
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it helps, of course, that he's just a man, and not one who can remain entirely unaffected by watching someone else come in his hand. ]
We can. [ they won't even have to talk about it afterwards if rude doesn't want to. ] Have you ever done this with a man before?
[ the way tseng asks is not his usual commanding tone, the way he would give orders were they in the general affairs offices; in fact, his voice is curious, almost gentle, as if to indicate that he won't judge rude for an answer in either direction. he's only asking to establish how much he'll need to explain. ]
Let's move back to the bedroom.
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No.. not with a man. [Rude hesitates before saying more, unsure how much he needs to share, and how much Tseng might already know or suspect about him.] The opportunity has never presented itself.
[He thinks of a few close calls, and almost moments, but ultimately hasn't gotten that far. Though not for lack of interest or curiosity.] But I understand how it works, if that's what you're asking. Have you?
[Rude moves toward the bedroom, letting Tseng lead the way so he can take a moment to look him over. Suddenly he feels ridiculous for not having noticed (until this moment) that the other turk has very attractive features--hair aside. Or is that quiet voice in his head his cock trying to take over his brain function?]
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