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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

BASEMENT SUITES

SQUEEZING IN ► Thanks to a classic move called “overbooking,” new arrivals are being checked in to the rooms that have the most overall vacancies — the basement suites. Despite their small size and narrow twin beds, characters are stuffed up to three in a room. Don’t worry, that’s why the staff have thoughtfully removed the doors of every new arrival's room. It's easier to stuff inside that way, isn't it? More space for everyone!

► Characters still wake up naked save for a robe, as is standard for the Golden Peacock. This round’s robes are warm autumnal plaids made of thick flannel to help keep warm through the supernatural chill. Some of these robes are more elaborate than others, with seasonal patterns like apples or pumpkins.

► Existing characters currently living in a basement suite may find one or two new arrivals taking up residence in their room. The staff appreciate your understanding and willingness to share during this influx of new guests and spike of supernatural activity! There's safety in numbers. It's to everyone's benefit, really.

ICY HALLWAYS ► The normally dirty and forgotten hallways of the basement suites are in even worse shape than usual. Yellow stains ripple down the walls, the floor is coated in dust, and there are suspicious globs of something in the corners. Their standard chilly temperature has taken a sharp plunge to freezing. Guests without any resistance to cold will find it challenging to walk around the hallways without bundling up. For those that don't have the proper clothing, the staff suggest sharing some body heat and fucking to make do. They probably shouldn't have removed all those room doors, huh...

► Don't even talk about going out and about without shoes! Stepping in one of those gloopy puddles may unexpectedly trigger a fever or other similar illness. As time passes and the supernatural grows stronger, these goopy masses will crawl the walls and drip from the ceiling. As they grow stronger, so will the physical reaction to touching them. Guests may experience any of the CLUBS effects when the sludge is especially potent.

► When walking in any of the basement suite hallways, characters may hear the ghostly whispers from the maintenance levels. They are stronger than usual and can be heard on even the rank 3 and rank 4 floors. What's more, these whispers, if directed at a particular guest, can be heard by everyone in the vicinity. Whispers may provoke, accuse, and guilt characters by targeting their insecurities or regrets. These whispers will slowly turn to screams the closer the date creeps toward October 31st.

COMMUNAL BATHROOM GHOULS ► The ghouls in particular start becoming audacious as supernatural influence strengthens. A pesky group of water ghouls have marked the basement communal bathroom as their territory. Characters who seem particularly vulnerable or aren't paying attention to their surroundings may find themselves cornered by water ghouls in the showers. The ghouls are relentless, pushing and shoving and pulling hair for shits and giggles. Those on the lower end of the rank scale will suffer the worst harassment, and they may even go out of their way to harass wildcards and 2s.

► Some especially raunchy water ghouls have taken to haunting the toilets, showers, and baths. The toilet ghouls have especially long tongues, which they stick out to get a lick of some unsuspecting ass. The bath ghouls, the most attractive of the lot, pretend to be guests and try to lure new arrivals and low ranks into a clandestine affair. The shower ghouls hide and outstretch their arms to shamelessly grab and squeeze whatever their grubby claws can touch.

► Despite the bravado, these water ghouls are not very strong and can be easily dealt with. They will run if someone overpowers them. They will flinch and hide if someone screams too loudly. And, most importantly, they're absolutely terrified of dry towels. They're supposed to be wet, damn it! Don't threaten them with being dry. Aiming a hair dryer at them is enough to get them curled on the ground in agony.

TAILS

BROKEN WING CLINIC

THE MORGUE ► Did we mention that we had some overbooking? Some unfortunate new arrivals won't be waking up in the basement suites with their peers. These guests, with a stroke of bad luck, will find themselves waking up in the morgue of the Broken Wing clinic. The morgue has never seen a real dead body before — so when waking up on morgue tray sliders, they thankfully won't be assaulted by any rancid smells.

► New arrivals waking up in the morgue will be covered with a white sheet. They will also be dressed in a standard white hospital gown, each of their big toes tagged with a cause of death. These causes of death, however, all seem to be a bit unusual. They range from 【 DIED AFTER SIX CONSECUTIVE ORGASMS, ABSOLUTE KING 】 to 【 DIED OF LITERAL EMBARRASSMENT, WHAT A DORK 】... it's not like the doctor expected you to see them!

► Some especially unlucky guests will find that the door to their tray slider is locked. The keys to all of the tray sliders, as well as several mortuary tools, are available around the room for those that are kind enough to lend these poor souls a helping hand! It's just a matter of finding them. The desk and tool areas of the morgue are shockingly messy, as if the doctors and nurses left in a rush. Wonder why that is?

ABANDONED CLINIC ► Exploration of the clinic will yield some interesting results. Despite reception advising that those affected by the veil thinning should report to the clinic for observation, Broken Wing is completely void of any medical staff. The hallways are in ruin. Cabinets with medical files are empty. The beds have no patients. Even the air is musty. Broken Wing appears to have been abandoned for a long time.

► A small stroke of good luck — even if the doctors are gone, medical and general supplies can still be found scattered throughout the clinic. Guests can utilize staff clothing if they don't want to run around in those open-back hospital gowns. Over the counter medicines and bandages are available. Guests that may have had their eye on the harder prescription stuff can take this opportunity to scrounge through the clinic's pharmacy, now that there is no pharmacist to guard the goods.

► As exciting as a clinic free for all is, guests should be careful...

WALKING UNDEAD

Loud noises echo from the clinic's basement. Thud, thud, thud — heavy footsteps resound through the otherwise eerie silence. Muffled voices come in strange breaks, as if the speakers are having difficulty moving their mouths. Slowly, from around the corners and up the stairs, a group of long-standing guests drag their bodies awkwardly toward the sounds and warmth of any "living" guests in the clinic. Blue lips gape. Their skin is waxy and strange. They stare with red and yellow eyes. Then, slowly, they begin to drag their bodies forward...

► Zombified long-standing guests have been lurking in the clinic. These zombies are hungry for flesh in all meanings of the word. Some want one, some want the other, and some want both. Though they move slowly and have little control over their dead appendages, they are relentless, and will chase any non-zombie guests through the clinic.

► However, these zombies will not leave Broken Wing. Leaving the clinic is akin to a safe getaway. Those that want to fight will find that these zombies are fairly traditional: destroying their heads will kill them.

► A bite or scratch from a zombie is a potent aphrodisiac. The guest that is bitten or scratched will similarly begin to hunger for flesh... mostly in the horny way, but if you want to play it in the hungry way, we support you. Guests will not transform into zombies from a bite or scratch. The aphrodisiac will continue to burn through their system until sexual satisfaction is achieved. Going without "the cure" with result in fever, hallucinations, chills, muscle pain, and other extremely uncomfortable symptoms.

MAIN LOBBY

THE VEIL THINS

A STRANGE MOON & ENDLESS NIGHT ► Darkness pervades the main lobby despite clocks claiming that morning hours have come. The grand chandeliers and fixtures are not working, so staff hurry to light lanterns around the central hub and connecting hallways. A strange full moon floats in the center of the lobby. This moon hovers silently, always staying close to the high ceiling, and never changes its phase even when passing days begin accumulating.

► Those that bask in the pale light of the moon for too long may begin to feel an itch of strangeness... this itch will go away once farther from the moon. Once a guest basks in the moonlight, they might feel the overwhelming urge to continue doing so. It's inexplicable how this gentle moonlight feels like it can help them become their true self.

► An endless night will continue to accompany the moon. This night covers the entire main lobby, front reception, the elevator bank, and several hallways that deposit into the lobby. While the endless night is in play, all affected areas will feel the cool breeze and unique weight of a genuine deep night. Unlike the weather and time simulations offered in the garden and vale, this night is poignantly real despite happening indoors.

THE ROOKERY SETTLES DOWN

The Rookery, the elusive wandering night market, settles down beneath the moon in the main lobby. Construction of wooden stalls takes no time at all, offering a proper shopping experience compared to their usual tents and makeshift sheets. The sellers of the Rookery are more lively than usual, their ghostly faces illuminated by the light of the moon. They aggressively boast about their wares and try to hook customers over to their booths.

► Worthwhile treasures to be found in the Rookery. Truly useful items worth haggling for.

WOODEN MASKS: Charmed wooden masks that allow the wearer to blend in seamlessly with the supernatural. Come in fox, wolf, and tanuki styles.

MAGIC TALISMANS: An assortment of talismans with elemental capabilities. A snap of fire, a dash of light, a flash of ice, and so on. Useful in a pinch.

WARDING INCENSE: A lovely scent of Jasmine that keeps the ghosts and annoying exes away. Calms even the ghosts in the basement and maintenance levels.

ZOMBIE PILLS: Another cure for the symptoms to the above Zombie bite, found under our TAILS prompt above. Will completely cure the bitten party. Unfortunately, these pills must be administered rectally.

GHOST BELL: Helps the living find a wayward ghost. Particularly useful for finding those that have been separated from their bodies when getting mixed in to the ghosts crossing.

HOLY WATER: Burns the flesh of demonic and monstrous entities. Also clears the skin of any blemishes.

► Cursed treasures to be found in the Rookery. Scam artists boldly lie about how these items are blessed despite knowing full well that they're not.

BLACK CANDLE: Burn this candle and make a wish, it will come true. In actuality, the wish will be fulfilled but in the worst way possible, a la the classic monkey's paw. It also smells bad, like cheeto feet.

BLESSED TUNIC: A tunic that will ward off any attacks from the living or the dead. In actuality, this tunic does keep people away ... but only because it makes the wearer smell pungently of body odor.

VIAL OF POWER: A draught guaranteed to improve your strength and make you more appealing, sexually. In actuality, all this liquid does is make the drinker gassy. Best guarantee is that you'll fart every three steps.

LUCKY PENNY: A significant increase in luck! Technically true... but in actuality, the luck is bad luck. Small things, like stubbing your toe or saying the wrong thing at the wrong time.

A REAL SOLID GOLD RING: An exquisite piece from the ancient ages, made of pure gold that holy virgin priestesses wore when bathing in celestial light. Fake ass ring made of tinfoil. Makes your finger green.

1000 YEAR OLD WINE: The most delicious wine to ever exist! Coveted by emperors and gods alike! Tastes okay, and the alcohol content is high, but changes the drinker's voice into an embarrassing high pitch that cracks often. Also, can potentially make your ass hair grow long. Like, really long.

► Plenty of junk, knickknacks, and used clothing can also be found for reasonable prices. The sellers in the Rookery prefer to trade but will take chips since they're in such a good mood thanks to the influx of yin energy.

BACK HALLWAYS & STAIRS

OUT OF SERVICE

A LONELY GHOST (EASY MODE) ► While the moon is full in the main lobby, the elevators are out of order. Staff will ask guests to kindly use the stairs and, due to the urgency of the situation, allow them to use the special back hallways usually exclusive to staff. Back hallways have the ability to traverse great distances in the stretch of an average hallway. The downside is that these back hallways and all the stairs around the main lobby are plunged into the darkness of the moon's endless night. While there are candles, their light doesn't travel very far.

Well. That isn't the only downside.

► Though there are numerous wayward spirits passing through, one stubborn ghost sticks around to haunt the hallways and stairs. The lonely ghost takes on the appearance of a charming young man or woman before approaching guests to ask, "Am I pretty? Will you kiss me?" A negative response will result in continued persistence and sobbing while a positive result will result in frenzied joy.

► No matter the form the lonely ghost is taking, when it steps forward to try and initiate a kiss, its mouth will trisect open and unfurl several slimy tubes. Even with this hideous transformation its eyes will glitter with adoration and hope as it leans in for a passionate smooch... it can't help that it was born this way! It just wants love too!

► The ghost will chase would-be lovers through the hallways, a la Scooby Doo. However, escaping the lonely ghost isn't difficult, and it will change targets when it spots someone else to pursue.

A LONELY MONSTER (INTENSE MODE)

...drip... drip... drip...
► In the deepest corridors and the darkest corners lurks another creature. It scuttles across the ceiling, dripping slime from its maw and curled tentacles, waiting for unsuspecting guests to pass by with delightful anticipation. This tentacled monster is more aggressive than the lonely ghost, looking to snatch up anyone it can find and steal them away to its sticky nest. This monster is greedy and willing to snatch up as many guests as it possibly can.

► This tentacle creature is extremely fast and aggressive. It will chase its prey through the hallways with incredible speed. Its flesh is difficult to pierce, though not impossible. Bloody it up enough and it'll scuttle away to tend to its wounds before heading back out again looking for prey.

► However, this monster isn't looking to eat its captured victims. No, no, no. Stop crying, beloved captured prey. It just so happens to be this monster's breeding season. The lonely monster will use its tentacles to pleasure its captured prey and, potentially, lay its eggs inside particularly suitable guests. Don't worry — if you like tentacles but not so much the eggs, this monster is particular about the mother(s) of its monster cubs. It won't take anyone. Only those that especially catch its eye.

► Not that there will be any monster cubs. Unfortunately, this tentacle monster really needs another tentacle monster to properly raise a family. Any guests imbued with eggs will be left to shit them out. Thankfully, they're on the small side.

THE ELEVATORS Wait... weren't the elevators out of order?

► Throughout the next few weeks there will be clear signs and posts around the elevator bank that the elevators are not currently in service and that guests should use the back hallways and stairs. However, at random times, the elevators will appear to be fully functional. Their doors will slide open in front of guests, emitting an inviting glow out into the darkness. The door will remain open until someone steps inside.

► Any guests brave enough to ignore all of the classic horror movie signs that these elevators are possessed as hell will be locked inside once the door closes. A childish giggle rings inside before the elevator plunges into darkness and everything jerks wildly. Elevators will play the classic tower of terror prank of plunging for several floors before spitting guests out in a random location. If the ghost is feeling particularly cheeky, it may spit its prisoners out somewhere they would really hate to be.

MONSTER MASH

ITCH BENEATH THE SKIN

OUT OF BODY EXPERIENCE ► Guests that spend too much time amongst the wandering spirits or who end up swept along with a group of them hurrying into a wall may find themselves knocked out of their bodies and forced into ghost form. Their bodies will collapse while their spirit is swept away into the resort.

► While in spirit form, guests can do everything a ghost can! They can walk through walls, possess or haunt their friends, and even infiltrate the dreams of other guests. Whatever ghostly tropes you would like to lean into, including the Patrick Swayze love experience, are at your disposal.

► The longer they're away from their body, however, the harder it will be to readjust to the flesh. There's also the small issue of staff picking up any "dead" bodies and shipping them over to the morgue. If they spend too long playing outside, wayward spirit guests may have to head over to the morgue to find their body (please see TDM prompt Arrival, Tails for details on why this sucks for them).

MOONFLUENCE ► The moon grows stronger after several days of gathering strength in the main lobby. Those that have basked in its light, even if it was only for a short while, may begin to feel that itch again... only this time it does not abate. The sensation becomes maddening, rippling beneath the flesh without restraint. Then — suddenly — it breaks free.

► Guests are transforming into monsters of all kinds under the influence of the moon. There is no limit on the type of monster that guests can transform into. Some guests may transform into vampires and weres while others may turn into dragonkin and tentacle monsters. The moon does not discriminate. Players are welcome to turn their characters into any kind of creature or monster they would like.

► Transformations do not need to be complete. Guests may have half or partial transformations. Transformations also vary in duration; a guest could potentially turn into several monsters over the course of the moon's rise in the main lobby. A guest could be a werewolf for an hour and shift into a vampire the next. Of course, a guest could also remain a werewolf for the entire duration of the moon's influence. This moon really loves some chaos.

► Any guests undergoing monster transformation may also utilize any of the DIAMONDS effects. In typical Golden Peacock fashion, transformations can also automatically come with intense arousal to get these guests into the freaky monster fuckin' spirit.

THE VALE

OVERGROWN WILDS

INFLUX ► In an effort to keep the monster situation under control, and to avoid mass destruction of the Golden Peacock, staff are attempting to corral any transformed guests into the vale. Of course, there's no way for them to get nearly half of the transformed guests in there, but some of the monsters seem to enjoy the more natural ambiance the vale provides.

► As more and more guests transform into monsters, the staff have little choice but to place advertisements for monster hunters. The job is easy enough: anyone who has not been transformed qualifies and the job description is to drag monsters into the vale for containment. Monster hunters will earn a medium payout for every transformed guest they toss into the vale. Monster hunters that fuck the monster before tossing them into the vale will receive an additional large payment.

► Transformed guests that turn back to their normal form will be allowed to leave the vale. Not that the staff can actually do much to stop them from leaving when they're monsterized, to begin with...

TERRAIN ► The vale has been shifted into night mode for the next few weeks to accommodate the newly turned monster guests. A full moon hangs overhead, though unlike the monster moon in the main lobby, this moon is digitized on the overhead panels for the sake of ambiance.

► A thick fog perpetually runs through the forest and weather simulations such as rain and snow rotate on a timer to provide a realistic experience. Every type of weather common during autumn/winter rotates through the vale.

► Caverns, caves, alcoves, and other earthy terrain stretches across the base of the vale. Tall trees with giant gnarled roots provide shelter. Bioluminescent mushrooms light the way in the darkness of simulated night. A long river runs through the vale. There are also several small ponds where these rivers lead to, as well as a couple of small waterfalls.

PACK MENTALITY ► Monsters of the same type may experience a resonance, or pack mentality, triggering any of the HEARTS effects between them. For example, canine-based monsters may feel unexpected fondness toward each other and be inclined to create a pack or share a den. Feline-based monsters may feel affectionate and groom one another. Aquatic-based creatures may feel that lightning shock of love at first sight. You get the idea!

► Resonance that triggers a Hearts effect can occur between monsters of different types but it's less common. Like calls to like, and monsters of the same or similar types will be naturally drawn toward one another.

SMOKED EGG

DEN OF THE BLOODTHIRSTY

THE COVEN ► Some of the civilized monsters refuse to be caught in the vale. Particularly, a coven a vampires has flooded into the Smoked Egg and transformed it into a den of debauchery. Gone are the gauzy curtains and pillows, replaced with stark red and black upholstery that lends itself to the vampiric aesthetic. The smoke, however, remains a haze over the lounge. This smoke is imbued with a relaxant to help loosen up any "prey" that wanders into their den.

► As far as prey goes — any creature that isn't a vampire applies. Prey will be doted upon and coaxed with the hopes of being fed upon. All those who come to the Smoked Egg will be encouraged to dip into hedonism with the coven and join in the sensual vampire orgy. Clothing in the lounge is optional, with many couples making love right in the open where other guests can watch.

► Guests that have turned into vampires, or were vampires to begin with, will be warmly welcomed by the coven. All vampires are capable of turning other guests into vampires through siring — this ritual involves exchanging blood between the master and sire, and will create an empathic bond between them. Vampires of the coven are happy to teach newly turned vampires how to do this trick if they don't already know. While guests can still shift from a vampire into another monster under the moon's influence, or return to a normal human, this empathic bond with their "creator" could potentially remain indefinitely.

VAMPIRIC LUXURIES ► The bar is stocked with numerous blood-based cocktails. Some blood has been collected in bottles, while other drinks are made from the blood of live and willing donors. The cocktails run the gambit of accompanying effects — players may select any SPADES effects for drinks at the vampiric bar.

► Though the core coven that have taken up residence in the Smoked Egg seem to be exhibitionists, there are numerous back rooms for those that prefer some privacy. Rather than traditional beds, however, guests will find luxurious coffins. There's nothing quite like fucking in a coffin, is there? Especially an upright one!

► We can't forget the vampire's pride and joy: the blood pool. This pool is filled with 100% bona fide blood, perfect for a round of fucking or just some relaxation. This pool is kept at a warm temperature because cold blood just isn't as good. Non-vampire guests will be encouraged to add some blood to the pool. It's the least you can do after being waited on hand and foot, after all.

BALANCE RETURNS

TIME TO TAKE THAT PTO

THE HOUSE TAKES A VACATION ► Between getting pummeled by guest shenanigans earlier in the month and then managing an invasive monster moon, the house is exhausted. Even near-omnipotent manifestations have a bottom line. Since the house isn't really going anywhere it's more accurate to call this a staycation, but either way, it's not taking any calls for a while.

► A general notice will flash on the electronic bulletin boards that due to overwork, the usual staff have also been granted paid time off by the house. Given how haggard the receptionists, bellhops, and cleaners all look after cleaning the Peacock from head to toe after overwhelming monster mischief, it's a much needed break. The Golden Peacock, after great efforts, is restored to semi-normal from most monster-caused damage. Some reminders remain, like those scuff marks that won't come out no matter how hard the cleaners scrub.

► During this time, the house will not be causing any mischief and harassing guests. It's a time of decompression for everyone. Right about now it's sitting back with a glass of whiskey and wondering why these recent guests have been such a handful compared to years past. It's almost like they don't want to lose themselves in hedonism and debauchery!

THE B-TEAM ► Of course, the house won't leave the Golden Peacock totally unmanned. The guests still need tending to! During this rest period, temps and back of house staff that don't typically work front of house are filling customer service roles. You know what that means: minor inconveniences abound.

► The B-team is nowhere near as good as the usual staff. Simple mistakes are more common during this time. Deliveries are sent to the wrong suites, the wrong dining service arrives, the towels aren't washed, and the front desk knows literally nothing outside of the basic function of checking guests in. It's not even worth asking when the house will be back, let alone asking for some other manager. But after the chaos of the past month, maybe these small annoyances aren't all that bad?

► The house will be back! ... Later. For now, the Golden Peacock is quiet, even the most party-hard guests fatigued from the past year of fun. What's to come? You'll just have to wait and see.

OOC NOTES

INVITES | RESERVES | APPLICATIONS

▶ BLANKET CW: aphrodisiac; biting; blood; body horror; coercion; death (referenced); dubcon; fear; furries; ghosts; horror themes; monsters; noncon; orgy; oviposition; scratching; tentacles; transformation; vampires; wounds; undead; xeno; zombies

▶ 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.

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▶ 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!

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▶ Go forth and let your freak flag fly!

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so yomi here is. an alien/kaiju which makes him naturally also very monster-like, and in canon not only the other kaiju love him but he can also communicate with them. in a way. in kaijuspeak i guess.

the question of the hour is whether the ghosts/monsters in the resort would behave/feel any sort of way towards yomi. i'm tots ok with them not caring or just being confused. or being over-affectionate and yk wanting to get touchy. i just think the monster-to-monster vibe could be interesting 🫡

icy hallways

( It's awkward enough to wake up without his clothes, but walking around in a robe in a freezing cold hallway feels even worse, somehow. He's hugging himself as he walks around, hands moving up and down his arms in a weak attempt to create warmth for himself as he makes his way through the hallway.

Right now, he's trying to find anyone who could possibly help him find some sort of direction to where to go from here, or where to find some sort of warmth. Finding his clothes would be the best solution, but it doesn't seem like that's going to happen.

He'll look to the next person he sees, a bit tense as he further hugs himself, wanting to keep his robe as secure as possible. He can't seem to meet the gaze of the person he sees, fingers fidgeting a bit as he speaks. )

Uhm... E-Excuse me-- Do you know where I could find some clothes...?

( On another hand, when he finds one of the staff members for help, he'll duck his head at the suggestions, face heating up despite how cold it was. He opens his mouth to speak at first, unable to find the words until he blurts out: )

What – N-No! I couldn't!

communal bathroom

( It isn't so much that Basil isn't paying attention to his surroundings. He's trying to get his bearings. The ghosts take advantage of just how vulnerable he truly is. When he steps into the bathroom, the ghosts seemingly appear out of no where behind him, and begin to shove at him, barely giving him time to speak or protest.

They push him into the nearby wall, giggling and continuing to push into him, and all he can do is cover his face, attempting to protect himself in what way that he can. He reacts the way he usually does when he's been cornered by someone at home (which happens more often than not, unfortunately) and calls out for help as loudly as he can.

His entire body is shaking. This has to be a nightmare, it has to be. )

P-Please! Help me! Someone!

strange moon

( Basil is usually someone who finds himself wanting to go to sleep early, but being in a place like this has been a lot to take in. He usually has some trouble sleeping, but it's been especially bad on a night like this.

Eventually, he finds himself at the main lobby, seated near a window. He cups his cheek with his hand, bright blue-colored eyes never moving from the window. Somehow, he feels drawn to the moon. He always thought it was pretty to look at, but he somehow can't help but admire it all the more now. Looking at it like this brings him peace that he hasn't felt in a long time. How unusual....

When he hears footsteps approaching, he'll turn and hesitate before offering a quiet nod. )

H-Hello... Did you-- come to look at the moon, too...? It's really pretty tonight.

( Though, he's already beginning to push himself up to leave. He's just going to try to get out of the way at this point, though he looks reluctant to leave. )

moonfluence

( It happens in what feels like an instant – or perhaps, not so much. It feels like he's drawn to the moon for days – spending nights when he can't sleep to gaze at the moon quietly – each night the pull to moongaze becoming stronger and stronger.

Until eventually, he feels an itch – and with each passing moment it becomes more and more intense until it becomes a growing warmth that eventually ends with Basil changing. Ears are replaced with blonde-colored rabbit ears, small antlers seemingly growing atop his head, and wing with white-colored feathers fully grown on his back.

He feels for the changes, eyes widening in shock and mild fear as he feels over fur, hard surface, and soft wings. He's himself otherwise, but-- )

What – What is this?! This is a dream, isn't it? It has to be--

( He just wants to wake up. He wants to be in his own bed. He will any moment, won't he? Everything will be okay. )

wildcard

( Feel free to throw any other prompt my way. )

( OOC: Please refer to the post here for any potential content warnings. )

So many vampires - how delightful! ✨

Charlie will be thrilled to find a coven of them, even if they're weirdos. While he doesn't assume this group are from his own back home, he will absolutely want to talk to them.

That said, what kind of responses would they give to questions about where they came from, what they want beyond blood & a party, and if they know anyone else at the resort? No worries if they're always redirecting him back to the blood orgy - just figured I'd ask!

Thank you for such a wonderful fucky event this is great

a. out of service, elevator from hell.
( gen, open to nsfw. )

(what in the hell is going on tonight? texas normally isn't used to these things, not even on a typical sauin eve does it have an atmospheric shift. not one like this. there's something very wrong again, the lupine woman can tell that much while skimming over these darken hallways and traversing with enough care. there's not enough that could tell texas otherwise about something being that way. as of now she's gone through her share of these disastrous and unusual events. even the one time that it was caused by someone else.

she's already of the thought that she ought to just huddle up in her suite and pray this blows over. it doesn't seem like it will. there's ghosts about and her already sharp senses were flaring in a more painful sense at the chills run down her spine. texas wouldn't allow it to be seen, but she is feeling it. just because she's not a perro didn't mean she won't have the similar effects to them about these things with picking up on supernatural elements much more than normal people.

which leaves her as currently making a fast walk toward the elevators which were mysteriously working again. confusing. a part of texas is telling her to not even dare take this opportunity yet on the other hand, if she didn't that left her open to more from everything going on. and likely not just ghosts while she swallows down her urge to find the stairs and head toward the elevator door. she only pauses after reaching to press the call button to look behind her at someone else that seems to be coming up after her.

looks like she's not going to be alone, then.)

If you're trying to escape this hell going on, just stick with me since I'm gonna try and get back to my suite.

b. embrace the beast, influx.
1a. a casual jaunt through the vale.
( gen option, but am fine with nsfw. )

(as per the request of the staff, texas had decided that it was best she didn't just sit by in the end. she had to do something. there's a few things that was already jarring and it's learning that people could transform into monsters by this point. texas has only heard of one experience in her home where something like that happened and even then, the kid who did that was messed up beyond recognition in a sense. a giant feathered beast was what he became and....best not to think about that.

she didn't need that to go down for her next. whatever is going on won't just be resolved in an hour or two from what texas overheard earlier. which means, she might have to get ready if they can't quite bring any beasts back without fights happening. she'll apologize later were she to have to kill anyone regardless of it not being the first time texas did such things. clearing out monsters in the glided cage previously had been draining, this might be just as bad.)

Got any idea where to find our first target or should I try to sniff out anything?

(lupo do have the senses of a wolf and that didn't make it any less likely of there being a chance she could become one. they're only lucky that texas hadn't yet, otherwise this would not be a conversation that she's having at the moment.)

2b, howl at the moon.
( nsfw possible, but open to gen. am open to skipping any fights for the big pay out option. )

(it was supposed to be nothing went wrong through each pass of the lobby and vale. to make sure the beasts were rounded up and that nothing escapes. though texas had no intention of sleeping with them, it seems that the moon had ideas for her and her body is not having a good time. it hurts like hell. so far the changes were subtle as the urge to sink her teeth into something existed; bite down and and feast on what would be unknowing victims.

it's only after that, the change set in fully. a werewolf; the moon found it's kindred and took texas no matter how she resisted. fast, on the prowl, and eyeing those that get near her "territory" even without much of a pack. there is a strong hunger in her but the issue is that due to the nature of the resort....things aren't exactly looking up in that regard whenever it comes to this predator on the hunt. running, moving, trying to get her mind back together and failing. her body shouldn't be this way and it's only grown harder to think with the unbearable urges there.

by now she's doing another pass around what the other monsters recognize as territory that belongs to texas who had viciously fought them away. unfortunately, it seems that she's found you and isn't in any mood to try talking.

better hope you can run faster than her.)

c. a thin veil, into the rookery.

(this isn't the first time texas had been to a night market. lungmen had one from her recollection and so did certain other areas she would find herself in; it's only been two months yet she finds that feeling of being lonely is back. a sense of it that dwells in her at thoughts about her closest friends who were likely beside themselves trying to find out what happened to texas.

texas didn't disappear like that. she never did without saying anything to them if she could help that. this homesick feeling might not ever go away, but she did shake herself out of her thoughts to pay more attention to the merchants who were aggressively trying to draw attention to their wares. her amber eyes skim over each of them before settling on the masks. she's seen those before in festivities, sometimes higashi ones had them out for others to take. a mixture of many masks before texas starts to think on if she'd want to buy anything.

if she even could, she's not sure yet. it's tempting and she's smart enough to know whenever she can get conned. there's been many of those even at festivities in lungmen's own markets during the night; not that anyone else would know what to look for depending once texas notices she has company coming up behind her. from how the footsteps sounds, anyway.)

I'm not interested in buying anything.

wildcard.

( or throw your own my way! i'm also open for plotting as always for anything closed over plurk at entropist or pms! there's a lot here, but f/f preferred for anything sexual that can happen. )

Edited (belated edit because had more ideas) 2024-10-18 17:08 (UTC)

IN THE MORGUE (FOR NEWBIES) ◇

raising a grave to the reasons behind me

[ as the days of october have grown longer and darker, hua cheng has been able to sense that the energy around the resort is changing—yin energy, growing colder and more malicious alongside the lengthening shadows of evening. when hua cheng one day steps off the elevator and feels the press of ghostly qi from all sides, it doesn't take him by surprise, just makes him laugh as he turns on his heel and heads immediately for the place where he feels the concentration of new energy most strongly: the morgue, tucked down a long and dilapidated hallway behind the broken wing.

and what should he find, behind the heavy doors of the morgue, but a fresh crop of new guests? mostly yang energy in them, although not really enough to make a dent against the overwhelming yin of the place. he walks up and down the aisles of the morgue, opening cadaver lockers and checking toe tags for increasingly embarrassing causes of death.

when one of the guests wakes, just as hua cheng pulls away from a quick check of their meridians to make sure they're still alive, he grins and hops a step back just in case they're about to come out swinging. ]

You've chosen a fine day to arrive in this place, [ he says, his visible eye flashing red. ] And with such a curious cause of death, too.

AROUND THE LOBBY (GHOST VIBES) ◇

i am the fly who dreams of the spider

[ much later, bathed in the strange, pale moonlight of the moon that floats incessantly above the main golden peacock lobby, hua cheng wanders through the stalls in rookery to explore their wares. the smoke from the jasmine incense is irritating, making his eyes burn and his nose wrinkle—so it is slightly effective even on ghost kings, it seems. probably as good a walking advertisement as that seller is going to get.

despite the intent way his eyes rake over the wares on display on stalls and blankets on the floor, hua cheng isn't actually looking for anything to buy. what he's after are ghosts like him, presences he senses by vibe alone—souls that have been shucked out of their mortal hulls and set adrift in the halls of the resort.

they'll know him, probably, because when their eyes meet they should feel the resonance between them, the tell-tale tug of intrinsic attraction like two opposing poles of a magnet drawing closer. ]

I see your spirit has lost its way. [ by now hua cheng is familiar with the immediate pull of mild arousal; whether this partner is or isn't remains to be seen. ] Should I help guide you back to your body?

LAND OF THE TENDER (MONSTER TRANSFORMATION) ◇

i have traveled the paths of desire

[ hua cheng does not look like himself.

the pouring of moonlight over his skin has triggered a transformation that hua cheng did not expect: that of his normal body into that of the land of the tender, his masculine frame replaced by the luscious, intentionally tempting curves of a young, seductive woman. his eyepatch is gone, so both of his blood-red eyes blink from under heavy lashes; his frame is smaller now, and his skin is soft and smooth, absent any of the marks or scars that might have identified him previously. (although it is likely that those who know him well will still recognize him, even like this.)

this should bother him—it would, normally, to have so little control over his own body, and to be transformed into one of the very things that had so terrorized his husband all those centuries ago—but the moonlight makes it difficult to think of anything other than how hungry he is, his body feeling hollow and ravenous as he wanders through the vale.

as he goes, a delicate perfume wafts from him, the scent of it enough to pull anyone into his influence. when it seems that he's caught someone's attention, he draws closer, running his fingernails lightly down their chest as he presses to their side. ]

You can't be spending your night alone, can you? [ a throaty, warm giggle. ] Wouldn't you rather have some company?

WILDCARD ◇ OOC NOTES

etc. etc. et al et al

[ ooc notes:

raising a grave – i have dreams of these threads ending with zombie bites/scratches and fucking about it, but i'm also super happy to go gen as well and will absolutely defer to your preferences!

the fly who dreams of the spider – hua cheng is a ghost by nature, so i guess i'm figuring he can probably vibe with other ghosties either real or created by the resort. again open to smut on this one but fine with gen as well, if your character really does just want to be guided back to their body.

the paths of desire – the land of the tender are a tgcf-canon-specific monster that feast on men's blood and "essence" (either qi or cum probably). their natural forms are of bright red thorny flowers, but they transform into sexy ladies to do their feasting. hua cheng looks something like this, big titty goth gf version, although probably identifiable by people who know him unless it's more fun for them not to!

for people who breathe in the land of the tender perfume, i'm modifying the canon symptoms for smut game sexiness: it will start with a little lightheadedness and warmth in the insides, then touch sensitivity, then horniness!

also feel free to wildcard me with whatever, i am super open to anything! hit me up at maehwa or by pm if you want to talk anything out! ]

Edited 2024-10-16 04:41 (UTC)

[He doesn't need to use the communal bathroom anymore. He's a King, his own bathroom is luxurious to the point of needless extravagance with an entire onsen attached all to himself. But weird things are going on, and they're weirder than usual and that warrants investigation.

And there's many people who aren't as high up as he is, which means the first stop to try and figure out the nature of this series of events is where people normally gather.

Granted the last thing he expects is for someone to be yelling for help, and for there to be a very real scent of fear. What he sees is something he never really expected, to be honest. Though he supposes the spirits that haunt the lower levels do occasionally come up to bother other people, he's never really seen it take this form of... outright bullying, honestly.

Kazuya swoops in, wings manifesting to protect and shield the new face from being accosted, and to even share a bit of his demonic warmth with him. He's not stupid, the hallways themselves are unreasonably cold too.]

Hey, it's alright, don't panic, okay? I'm going to take you somewhere much safer, but it might be a bit uncomfortable, alright?

— move by night and hide by day;
ROOKERY.

[ it's a lucky thing for tseng that he has such a good sense for the truth, and as a result has managed to avoid being scammed by the less-scrupulous vendors who have laid out their wares in rookery's temporary lobby setup. he's passed by both the "vial of power" and the "blessed tunic," and is instead crouched in front of a vendor with a display of magic talismans available for purchase.

it's not quite materia, and tseng can already tell that these things are going to last for one use at best. it would be too convenient for the house to allow its guests to get their hands on anything that could offer real power, which might then be used against their captors. but he thinks about the coup staged by the club faction, and how useful a fire talisman would have been in his fights against the crawlers, and ultimately decides to purchase several of each. (money, evidently, is no object.) ]

I wouldn't ordinarily advise making purchases here, [ he says to the person browsing next to him. ] But desperate times, and all that.

[ things are strange right now, and tseng figures they can use all the help they can get. ]

— come to me if you're feeling out of it;
LOWER LEVELS.

[ it is awfully cold down here in the lowest levels of the resort, but tseng has been to the northern crater and is no stranger to the biting chill. at the very least, his heavy wool coat is enough to keep him warm as he treads through the hallways, unusually stuffed with newcomers from what tseng can tell. two to a room is commonplace, but three to a room less so—although judging by the sea of flannel robes it seems that the house has at least provided some means of staying warm.

tseng's gaze moves back and forth across the hallway as he steps around one of the wet globs of sticky something-or-other seeping into the carpet. it's not like tseng is used to these levels looking pristine, but this is unusually nasty, even for a place like this.

should he encounter someone who seems to be affected by the cold, tseng will lift the robe he's carrying over his arm and offer it out to them. ]

You must be new here. [ otherwise why would they be naked and shivering in the crappiest hallways of the resort? ] Here, take this.

[ or maybe, in the bathrooms, he'll encounter someone who seems to be falling prey to the ghouls harassing newcomers. strangely, the ghouls seem to avoid him entirely—possibly a benefit of his rank, although tseng won't volunteer that information. ]

Here. [ he'll toss you a towel. ] See if that drives it off.

— frozen ground in a wooded place;
SMOKED EGG.

[ even though there's a strong pull inside him that draws him to the smoked egg, tseng has retained enough of his humanity to not give himself over fully to the more monstrous instincts that are brewing inside him. it's more curiosity that eventually brings him to the establishment's doorstep, a desire to know what secrets might be hidden behind the black and crimson drapery that now decorates the walls of the smoked egg.

and what he finds is... well. quite the scene.

tseng is no prude—this isn't the first time he's seen sex in public. but it is the first time he's seen a full-blown orgy, at least here in the resort, and for that reason alone it's something of a curiosity. he moves silently through the crowd, both the standing observers and the sinuous, writhing bodies of those participating, and retrieves a cocktail from the bar before finding a place to stand and observe.

it's not only the copulation that he's observing, but also the "prey" making their way in through the doors. for now, the hunger inside him is manageable, and tseng is more interested in making sure nobody he knows gets unwittingly caught up in the activities taking place here than he is in draining them dry. ]

— wildcard & ooc notes;

[ ooc notes: i am super cool with any kind of wildcard and am always happy to write closed starters if preferred! feel free to add me at maehwa or pm me at this journal to talk stuff out if you want.

move by night – i'm a-ok with having tseng at rookery either as a normal human or as a vampire, if you have a preference i will defer to it! but if you don't express a preference i'll probably just go normal human for this one.

come to me — happy for this to involve smut (in the form of one or both of them touching the goop and getting horny about it) or to go gen, whichever!! i am always flexible.

frozen ground – tseng is a vampire for this one, and while i am super happy to have him bite people i am a little bit picky about the sire/fledgling and empathic bond stuff so prefer not to jump into that unless we've discussed previously. otherwise, anybody who wants to get either bitten (bloodplay!) or hard dommed (kinky!) i open my arms for you! ]

. a lonely monster (intense mode) . | back hallways & stairs

[Baptiste stirs only to find the side of his face pressed into something slick and viscous. An earthen scent clings to air that is thick and humid. As his eyes attempt to adjust to the dark, the hunter finds himself quietly questioning just where he has ended up. It isn’t until a warm, squirming appendage slides under his abdomen that his mind snaps back to alert.

He’d been trying to tail some of the more monstrous guests to corral them back to the Vale when he found something decidedly more uppity than himself. A burst of flame had done nothing but irritate the beast and caused him a good knock upside the head. It's a blow his skull recalls with a dull ache.

As Baptiste prepares to reach and pry the sticky tentacle that stretches and curls around his lower back - his hand is met with another tentacle that quickly pins it back to the ground - leaving him with a fist full of heated slime. Another wraps at his neck - firm but not smothering - intent on keeping his head close to the ground.

As the lonely creature shifts and adjusts its new catch - it has not forgotten about you. Have you just woken up? Have you been conscious longer? Regardless, as your eyes adjust you’ll find you’re not alone in this mess. As Baptiste’s eyes will flicker over to you at first in confusion and then in a slow, dawning realization as he catches just how these tendrils have made its home on the other guest that has been pulled into this nest.]

Ah. [Said in a bemused tone, as if he were questioning an item you ordered during dinner rather than the positions you’ve currently found yourselves in.]

(notes: nsfw prompt - ota. I’ve been in this game for months and still haven’t written tentacle fucking or oviposition? We’re changing that this month.
Warnings: ovipositon, tentacles, excessive fluids, potential dubcon [Bap's a monster fucker who can't say no to a challenge but tag-ins could lean dubcon])

. Moonfluence . | monster mash

[Having committed to capturing those that were transformed by the moon, is it any wonder the steady exposure to the moon’s magnificent rays would have the sense to leave a hunter untouched?

Baptiste should’ve known - yet the moon’s beautiful gleam has transfixed his gaze over the past several minutes. It’s cool light drags its welcome lips over exposed flesh as the hunter’s thoughts slow to a crawl. Its beams beckon a tingling satisfaction that spreads beneath his flesh. A sensation that starts off faint and inviting before it slowly grows to a strange buzz that seems to set off a deep spark in his very nerves.

Feathers spread under flesh before growing and slowly pricking out of his flesh - replacing human ears with a feathered base that lifts up into two upright, feathery ears. Tufts of golden feathers make themselves visible elsewhere too: at his chest, his forearms, and his neck. Small, laughably useless wings sprout from his back - flapping as they stretch from their ‘escaped’ fleshy prison. His fingers elongate to give way to darkened, sharp talons. Yet his bipedal bottom half finds itself considerably more… furry. A similar tanned gold fur sprouts as feet give way to large paws. A lion’s tail gives an inquisitive sway after growing up and out of what remains of Baptiste’s pants.

The shifting of his own body at first causes him a flooding nausea as his mind can’t seem to follow a shifting, growing nervous system. Yet swimming thoughts settle…

And immediately his thoughts are replaced with the recognition of a need. Warmth. Touch.

S o whether you witnessed his moonlight transformation or you were simply cutting through the lobby to get to another place within the resort - this man will come stumbling your way. A stumble because… initially he had attempted to bound towards you - but the paws of his feet are much larger than anticipated, making the showman much less graceful for the next few minutes while he struggles to adjust to this new change.

However embarrassing his stumble, when he looks at you - he wears a smile of warmth as if he were ready to hang the moon itself for you. Eager to please. Eager for praise. Eager for touch.

Taloned hands gently rest upon this guest’s shoulders as he speaks quickly, hopefully.]

You have time for me, right?

(notes: gen or nsfw, ota. Warnings for this little monster man though: barbed cock, also the potential for receiving oviposition for whoever wants to check that box.)

. influx . | the vale

[Given that the resort had so kindly blown his cover on the whole “monster hunter” thing to most of those he knew, Baptiste has to wonder if this new job offer is an olive branch of sorts. Or, it’s simply a taunt (in the ‘ha ha, now all your monster friends know what you are, just like the resort always knew’ sort of way.) Regardless he takes down one of the bulletins that calls for a man of his skillset and deftly folds the paper up to stash it away in the breast pocket of his red coat…

But not before seeing the bonus offered to any monster hunter that manages to fuck any quarries along the way.

Never a man to turn down a challenge - this settles in his mind as he takes to patrolling through the resort to find one of the resort guests currently suffering through their transformation. Whether it be following tracks through the halls of a monster just trying to lay low, stumbling upon a newly transformed creature that is currently in the middle of a flaring diamonds suit, or catching a beast trying to pretend as if everything is normal - the approach is generally the same.

A quick, two note whistle and a wink.]

You’re in need of a little intervention here, huh? [The amusement in his eyes says that he is about two seconds away from attempting to ‘sksksksksk’ whatever beast he’s found.]

(notes: gen or nsfw, ota. Baptiste is looking to net the extra money that comes with fucking a quarry before getting them to the vale. If we’re working to better understand monsters - doesn’t it make sense to fuck them?)

. the coven . | smoked egg

[There is a new twist of cruelty involved with this transformation. After having devoted his life to the hunting of vampires - he now finds himself swallowed up by their rank. Not through the rampant siring that seems to be blossoming from the depths of Smoked Egg, but a ‘gift’ from the moonlight that fills the lobby of the resort.

Even so, the members of the coven didn’t question how Baptiste had become a vampire - simply accepted him as one of their own. A warm, sultry greeting from one damned creature to another - and a situation that has the vampire hunter beside himself.

… So, Baptiste is determined to make the best out of a losing situation. He’s stayed at the Smoked Egg in hopes of curbing some of the more rampant siring and bonding going on between these hedonistic coven members and any wayward guest that wanders in.

Which is how he’s found his way to you. Wonderfully, warm you. He settles down at the low table upon dark, velvet pillows to your side. For a moment, his gaze flickers upward to a couple currently in the throes of passion for all to see before his eyes drop back down to gauge the wits of the guest he’s come upon.

Unfortunately, he also picks up on just how warm this living guest is as well. Something his own veins yearn for. The hunger that sifts beneath his very flesh settles like splintered ice. He doesn’t need to breathe, yet his chest sucks in a purposeful breath anyway.

A distraction. He needs a distraction.]

Is this everything you were hoping for then? Or did you come here looking for something else?

(notes: gen or nsfw. If nsfw, open to all. Warnings for blood play, biting, and a vampire who is trying incredibly hard to ignore how much he wants to nibble.)

. wildcard .

Have a thread from the network you'd like to start in this setting? Have another idea completely? Feel free to either tag in or hit me up so I can make you a little prompt. Baptiste has times of being either human, a gryphon (still humanoid), or a vampire during this event - so he has a lot of option available to him.

Feel free to send me a PM if you'd like something more specialized!

Edited 2024-10-16 05:16 (UTC)

Strange moon

[Kel had time to... settle down and 'adapt', so to speak. Back home, things were awful, and he has been trying not to think about any of the events than preceded his arrival in the place- he overindulged in food, in games, in everything he could find to think about home. He actually managed decently enough, perhaps being a bit more energetic than usual but appearing cheerful and happy to most people he crossed ~~what else was he was supposed to to?~~.

What he didn't expect, nor knew how to handle, was hearing a painfully familiar voice.

Still covered in his plaid robe, he finds himself staring in horror at his friend. He saw him, he saw him dead, suddenly he's not entirely sure to be completely awake and healthy in there. At least not mentally. How can Basil be there, how can he be alive? It feels like a completely cruel joke and he can't do anything but stare for a moment that feels like forever, not really seeing anything else. What now? Is... Sunny going to also jump out of nowhere? Mari too, maybe? The desire to rush back in the basement room they've all been assigned is strong, but his legs aren't moving.]

... Basil?

[A single word, that's all he manages to get out... and his voice is already cracking.]

MORGUE ARRIVAL

For a lucky person waking up in the morgue tray sliders (whether from temporarily ghost-ified folks finally locating their abandoned body, or just now new arrivals like Luffy), they get the double whammy shock of suddenly having their tray yanked out of the wall, probably right around the time they're realizing their terrible situation and starting to panic. Their rescuer (???) definitely looks a touch haunting himself, gangly in the harsh fluorescent morgue lighting, curly hair a wild tangle without his signature straw hat to keep it all contained. His hospital gown is torn in a few places already, some sort of undefinable gloop splashed across the front of it, and...

Oh, and he's got a writhing, moaning zombie in a merciless headlock under one arm. He looks way too cheerful, considering the piteous thing is actively trying to gnaw on the wrist currently holding it in place, but it's not doing much. (Luffy punched all its teeth out a few minutes ago.) "Hmm? Ah, hi! You're not dead either! Hey, can I use this bed?" It is not a bed, Luffy. Regardless, he lifts the Zombie up from its resigned droop with one skinny arm, to show off to the poor inhabitant of the morgue tray slider that he wants to borrow. It automatically starts to reach for them with the one, rotten arm it currently still has attached, groaning out a plea for... wait, not brains, but head? Hmm. Obliviously, Luffy adds: "He got lost!" like that explains everything.

So sorry, to whoever is waking up like this.

HORNY ZOMBIE BITE General smut prefs here!

Luffy feels weird. He feels hungry, which is normal, but this is... hungry. Hungry squared. Ravenous and almost itchy, like his impossibly stretchy skin is suddenly too small to contain all of his borderline eldritch appetite, and he is desperate to put his mouth on something. Getting out of the morgue is a blur, but he definitely got bitten on his way out at least once. Probably half a dozen times, if we're being honest.

Which finds him wandering the rest of the resort, ineffectually trying to find a kitchen or any food in general, face flushed with a fever (and... other things) that has already managed to make him glassy-eyed and single-minded. Yes, still in his backless hospital gown. Listen, he has not even one ounce of actual shame in his body.

The moment he spots anyone he makes a beeline for them, shivering and looking like he needs a good hosing down. "Do you have anything to eat? I'm hungry." He is definitely looking at whoever he stopped like they're a walking piece of meat, so it might be best to help out just to be safe.

ELEVATORS

Unfortunately, Luffy's lifelong immunity to blunt force trauma has made him particularly unafraid of falling elevators, and he screams in delight as the sudden, terrible drop between floors lifts him briefly up off his feet before spilling him back down across the bottom of the elevator, probably tripping any fellow passenger if they managed to maintain any balance on their own (sorry, new pal!)

He stands back up as the lights flick back on and the elevator dings to let them know that they've arrived on their floor (but considering they were going up to start with, that can't possibly be true), with a woop and a grin. His hand automatically goes to his head to make sure his hat didn't get knocked off, but... that's right, he doesn't have his hat here.

His smile flickers off for a split second, before coming back full blast as he forcibly moves himself past it again. Just as he's been stubbornly doing since he arrived. "That was fun! Let's do it again—" he immediately reaches for the buttons in order to poke the one for the highest floor, because he's apparently trying to get his new pal killed (if they don't stop him, they're just going to get dumped into worse and worse locations.)

WILDCARD

If none of those prompts work for you, bring your own starter or PM me to brainstorm and I can write out a customized prompt!

the moon is beautiful tonight.
main lobby ✦ nsfw / cw: "tentacles", breeding, possible oviposition, power dynamics

( hibarino yomi has seen the earth's moon from up close. in fact, the earth's moon had just been one of the last things he remembers seeing, before he closed his eyes and had found himself... not in space, but a victim to gravity once again, feet on the ground and oxygen in his lungs.

the sumptuous resort of golden peacock, as he had learned shortly after his arrival, is a place much different from the tokyo he's grown used to. luxurious and eccentric, though the species that walk by its hallways and that have shared a room with him much resemble humans, this is a place different entirely, for its moon, he soon finds, sits indoors, instead of far into the sky.

there is, too, a particular pull, towards its glowing orbit and - ironically - natural light. many a days had yomi found himself lingering by the lobby, enchanted by its presence, as though a moth to a flame. perhaps a familiar connection, something that reminds him more of his origins, of an appearance that is nothing like the one he wears, right now. it is only after he watches the people around him transform into species they were not before (not their real form, he too notices, if the confusion and panic in their expressions is anything to go by) that yomi realizes - the call, the pull; it had been to shed this humanoid skin of his, and show his true self, again.

such a tall order. but perhaps it would do him well, to study the people of this place.

there is, then, a corner of the lobby where the lights are off. for any nearby passersby, inviting and welcoming whispers call them in, closer within the darkness. from a distance, there's a particular red light by its center, though mostly unrecognizable from where its source comes. to entice them in even more, shadow-like tentacles extend from its lightless body towards his person of choice, snaking around their ankles, slow and patient, as they attempt to crawl further up. though they feel tangible, it's hard to tell if they truly are at all.

come on in, friend, within a cozy darkness. it calls upon you, and asks you, too, Do the bright lights of the resort not tire you? I can shield you from them, if you would like. )

monster hunter is a japanese media franchise center—
throughout the resort ✦ gen and nsfw / cw: power dynamics, potential dub to noncon

( the staff do not recognize him as a monster, for there is nothing in yomi's general appearance - or the skin that he wears, at current - that truly calls out to his true nature. as he watches other staff bring in transformed guests, another asks him for assistance, on capturing any stray monsters. there's irony in this, too.

he readily agrees, of course. even among the many species in the universe, kaiju did have a particular authority, high in the food chain as they are. it only makes sense, that he hunts for lesser monsters. )

option a;
( the staff suggests that he finds a partner, and assigns him another guest. he introduces himself then (Hibarino Yomi, a pleasure to work alongside you), and sets off further into the resort to begin their chase.

in reality, he does not truly care as much, if they are successful in their mission or not. the company of someone else is interesting by itself, and he's happy to play along - or, for the most part, to seem like an average guy with no true special abilities or any particular skills -, if it means he can make small talk, and learn more about the kind of place he's suddenly found himself in. the past few days had been chaotic in a way it had been hard, to truly find much information on it. )

If you don't mind me asking, ( yomi speaks up, looking around as they stride along the resort, not quite searching for any monsters - for if any walked by his line of sight, he just ignored them altogether, in spite of his current job as a monster hunter, ) what is it that you do in this place? I can't imagine this kind of situation is very common, after all.

( if the staff's useless efforts at cleaning up the mess is anything to go by. )

option b;
( at some point, yomi has separated from his duo, either by accident, a coincidence, or entirely on purpose. with time, he has come to realize, a harmless game of chase is harmless to engage in. this too, again and on repeat, is another irony, in light of his role as a manager an assistant to the heroes icarus, in their search of kaiju to protect japan. this time, isn't it fun that he's the one chasing after monsters?

still, the attempt itself is only for fun.

wherever within the resort it is that he has come across you, the monster, it seems almost as though he has showed up out of thin air. within the shadows, the figure of an average height, japanese man too thin to truly be any sort of threatening. he holds no weapons in his hands, only an inscrutable smile on his face... and yet, something still seems off about him. )

It seems I have caught you. ( even though nothing about the current arrangement truly reflects a caught prey, ) Would you come to the Vale with me? I would prefer not to hurt you, if I can.

notes.
what the fuck is yomi's problem?

so! first things first, yomi is an alien/kaiju who is very morally grey to evil. he is the antagonist and villain of uuultra c, but as of his canon point he has been defeated by the heroes! yay!

he presents himself as an 170cm (5'7) japanese man who seems to be 24 years old, despite being much, much older. he can shapeshift, believes the stronger ones should be the ones topping in a sexual relationship, and is therefore not interested in bottoming in any of the nsfw prompts above, sorry! he's also made of shadows, sort of, i don't know how to explain it. like how do you do this. anyway.

for the first prompt, he's actually in his kaiju form, albeit in a contained size. what does he look like, you ask? a big ass red, floating eye. very friend-shaped. "how will the fucking work?" you'll simply have to tag and find out. 🩵

for option b of the second prompt, please note it is entirely possible to turn the smut in a very dub to noncon direction. i do not mind writing either of those, and yomi has full intentions of fucking the monster silly so it's easy to bring them back. if you want your character to struggle against it, be my guest.

feel free to hit me up in pms for any concerns or questions! you can check my prefs + kinklist for further information.

Edited 2024-10-16 06:40 (UTC)

rubber idiot incoming

( The idea that there are monster hunters out and about is a nuisance, more than anything else. Esikko finds himself a monster, but that's not such an unusual thing, is it? It's just that this time, it comes with extra ears, many extra tails, some nice claws, and a fun little ability. For the most part, his shapeshifting allows him to pass by unnoticed from most of the clumsy monster hunters who don't know what they're doing. But this one, curiously, stops him in his tracks. Calls him caught.

It shouldn't, but it makes him laugh a little, a light, airy thing that's accompanied by the slow shift out of his "normal" disguise and into the true monster that he's become— white fox ears flick into existence, blending into the pale blonde roots of his pink hair, and nine large white tails sway in varied motions behind him. From his fingers, claws curve out in place of nails, pointed sharp. He's trying to see through this stranger, to pick up on what it is that might thrill him the most, might work to seduce him long enough to steal a bite—

Ah, but he's being addressed. )

Caught me? From all the way over there?

( A small distance, but not small enough. Maybe he should be worried, that someone is approaching him with such confidence even like this. He is, honestly, but he has to bluff, because bluffing is all he has. It's not like this weak body of his is going to get him very far in a chase, but... He can at least try to lose him with a little fun.

And so he takes a step to the side, slow and purposeful, without his eyes ever leaving the stranger. His fingers grasp at the nearby wall, like he intends to duck behind it. But he doesn't, not yet. )

I'm afraid I'm having a little too much fun as I am now. Can't you move along to a different "monster" for now? I'm not harming anyone.

✦ walking undead
( mona helps a zombie victim. potential nsfw. )

Stay still. I only have a handkerchief on me, but this will serve as a bandage for now.

[ investigating the abandoned clinic had led to the remarkable discovery of the walking undead. to think such ghoulish creatures were lurking in the basement... if it weren't for her restored vision, mona would not have had the ability to save the poor individual that had been cornered down there. upon locating them, she'd immediately cast an omen on her targets and ran forward to grasp the arm of the victim. it was as they fled the scene that the handful of zombies chasing after them exploded in a burst of hydro.

one would think they made it out unscathed, but unfortunately that was not the case. it was just as they rounded the corner and approached the stairs that a lone ghoul surprised them—and subsequently bit into the forearm of mona's rescuee. ]

That should do.

[ she finishes tying the knot and huffs, dissatisfied. what will they do now? ]

✦ influx
( monster hunter mona prompts! femdom and tentacle play or domination loss; pick your poison. nsfw. )

( a. ) Careful. Take another step and I’ll have to act.

[ both of mona's hands are poised in the air in preparation to summon her offensive magic. however, rather than reacting cautiously to the beast in front of her, mona is smiling. how unusual. it almost appears as if she is enjoying the hunt. perhaps the air of excitement has gotten to her; it's been quite some time since she has last been in combat. there's nothing wrong with a bit of playtime, is there?

her objective does not heed her warning, seemingly edging back with the intent to flee. she won't have that. ]

Fine, [ mona says, flourishing the fingers of her left hand. glimmering tendrils of hydro manifest in her open palm, visibly lengthening and thickening until each one has a familiar, bulbous head. the shape should make her intent very clear—these water-based tentacles will not be used to harm, but to subdue. ] I'll be capturing you, then.

[ she arrogantly lifts her chin and sends the tendrils rushing towards her desired little beastman. they instantly coil around legs and arms, nudging away at her target's clothes and drenching them in the process. soon, the beast is completely immobilized.

this is where the fun begins. ]

( b. ) [ the beast is more capable than she thought.

held in their grip, mona realizes now just how far her opponent's strength exceeds her own. after all, they are of supernatural creation. how could she, a human, hope to fair against something so monstruous? her vision had allowed her to put up a brief fight, but in the end, she is now in their clutches. ]

You—let go. Are you that eager to have your way with me?

[ somehow, she still has it in her to be bratty. ]

✦ the coven
( mona visits the smoked egg. fine with wherever this goes! vampirism, siring, nsfw, regular conversation, etc. )

[ seated at the bar, mona speaks to the person sitting beside her. ]

They are strangely friendly, aren't they?

[ the vampires mingling about, that is.

honestly, she isn't sure why she decided to stay after catching a glimpse of the activities going on here. curiosity, maybe? these creatures seem very adamant on turning others into them, dragging their pointed teeth over the smooth, unblemished flesh of their victims' necks. in contrast, mona isn't interested in drinking blood at all. the beverage she is currently nursing is something average and fruit-flavored. peach, specifically.

but still. what a sight.

a short distance away, the coven of vampires are feasting on each other—both literally and metaphorically. mona hesitates to watch, occasionally sneaking glances over at the orgy as she sips from her glass, a small, somewhat noticeable flush coloring her cheeks. the shamelessness of it all is baffling. ]

✦ wildcard & ooc

( these prompts are open to anyone, both new and old players! for nsfw, mona's preference is 18+, but i can make exceptions to that if we chat about it first; don't be shy. if you have something else in mind, you're free to hit me with a wildcard. i can also write a closed starter if you prefer.

you're welcome to pm me or contact

himejoshi to plot out any specifics! )

1. Ghastly Encounters

[As always, around this time of month, things start picking up. At this point, it was to be expected and Yusuke wasn't too surprised. There is an influx of new people and strange, "magical" things start happening. Such as neverending corridors and having to take stairs to reach his room on the top floor, all the while trying to avoid a ghost. Everything was going well, he was outpacing the woman, and he managed to slam through the door of his room.

This is where things got complicated.

Yusuke remains floating, or whatever is left of him, while his body is knocked onto the floor. Is he dead? He can't be! It's ridiculous! The other ghost seemingly lost interest in him and turned down the other corridor, leaving Yusuke to stare at his body.

He's not the type to panic. But he panics now. He lets out a shriek that everyone on his floor (suit 7), and perhaps the floor below and above, can hear him. The glass all around him shatters into rain of shards, but he doesn't seem to notice.]

This...

[He tries floating to his body, but the ghost-woman is back, slamming the door shut and attempting a grab at him. Running away as a ghost is easy enough. But in his franticness to get away, Yusuke slips through the walls of the Hotel:

a) into someone's room, effectively waking them up because he is NOT silent as he floats- an undead howl of the wind follows him

b) into someone taking a bath, flying right through them and the water, turning it temporarily icy cold

c) into a hallway where someone's picking up shards of broken vases and glass from his shriek

He seems completely out of it, and the thought of apologizing for intruding completely slipped his mind.]

[ooc: Feel free to pick how you encounter ghostly Yusuke OR add weird ghostly encounter of your own! PM me if you want ghostly encounter to be more spicy- just a heads up for me to know that you want it :D]

2. Moonfluence

[Despite Yusuke doing his best to avoid the main lobby and the weird moon thing hanging in the air there, the powers of it and the subsequent transformation still reach him. He manages to duck into one of the shops as it starts happening, and he passes out from sudden, excruciating pain down his back.

When he wakes, he's panting heavily- his long fingers are even longer now, ending with thin, sharp claws, his teeth sharp and mouth dyed black. His eyes are golden-orange with thin, black slits, frantically looking around as he tries to get up, grabbing onto nearby things, knocking them over, but finally managing to stand on his feet. He's leaner, even taller than he was- his 5'11" now a 6'4"; blue fox ears are slanted down on his head in wariness and distrust, and set of nine tails, in a beautiful blue gradient (from white to deep blue) fan out from behind him. His mark is active and flares up from the palm of his hand up his arm like a blue flame.

He finally steps out of the cover and looks around, cornering the first person he comes across, right against the wall, making little to no signs of caring whether he recognizes the person or not, or if they are responsible for any of this.]

What happened? What did you do?

[ooc: I had people ask me for dommy-Yusuke. /gestures/ He's diamond, his pheromones are going off. It will be easy to distract him from aggression to more NSFW things :) Prefs in the journal!]

3. "It will only cost your soul"

[It has taken a considerable amount of time and self-control for Yusuke to gather himself after the initial burst of savagery due to the transformation. He was urged to put on some light clothing to accommodate his tails, which compared to sharp, vicious expression Yusuke has on, claws and fangs, are quite beautiful. He's been ignoring the urging of the staff to go to the Vale- he has no interest in mingling with other monsters, even if they would be a source of "food".

No... in his wooden sandals, Yusuke stalks down the long corridors, as if stalking for prey. For unsuspecting little souls who didn't have the unpleasant honor of transforming into a monster, like he did.]

a) [If he manages to find a person, he will corner them into a nearby shop, room, or even a broom closet. His hunger is brewing slowly, and having this curious person look at him like that makes the urge even stronger.]

You won't mind letting me have a... taste, hmm? I promise to be nice about it...

b) [OR he manages to run into a hunter; said hunter will get a glare and almost a hiss from him, the tails flaring out in a threatening manner.]

I am not some mindless beast for you to wrangle.

[He is ready to defend himself, tooth and nail, against a hunter. But if they are into a bit of rough play and determined to drag him to a "safe space for monsters", they might just succeed.]

[ooc: If you want different scenario/personalized one, PM me or add me on

Syndra to plot it out!]

Edited 2024-10-16 16:37 (UTC)

( aventurine's changes were certainly influenced by the moon in the lobby, in a fashion often regaled as traditional.

it began with nail growth, turning his into claws, sharp and equally sturdy. then came the teeth, the canines, the sharp fangs. at some point, then, came the ears atop his head, a dirty brown fur that stands out against the golden of his hair, and a matching tail just shy of his ass, equally soft with its beautiful, long fur.

when once he had been turned into something much similar to a foxian, this time it seems the house graced him with vague borisin traits. funny how things have turned out.

what the eyes cannot see is the enhanced sense of smell, too, that warns him of an unpleasant and exquisite mix of - sweat, and tobacco, aphrodisiacs and an almost overwhelming amount of blood. it is only unfortunate, perhaps, that it is within a den of debauchery aventurine has decided to hide from hunters, for within its doors, he can tell: he's looked at like prey.

yet if his tail swishes with a quiet interest as he's swarmed by charming men and women alike... it's truly only a coincidence.

much like the person his eyes land on, sooner than later. a familiar face, so much so aventurine could almost laugh. though he excuses himself from the vampires touching him all over, attempting to strip him of his clothes, it takes skill, to properly free himself of their starving and greedy holds. )

Who would have thought you also fancy being a wallflower. Though I suppose it does match your tall, brooding type. ( small chat, a casual jest, as aventurine approaches tseng with a smile that could easily pass as one of an interested predator. wolves are, after all, still such, and his tail still swings in interest.

much like the stares he can feel digging through his back - in a place where sharing seems to be commonplace, who is ever truly to say he cannot still be engaged with?

aventurine, however, pointedly ignores and tunes out the piercing gazes and starving wants. )

Another lucky meeting of ours, it seems.

(TW: suicide mention, escapism as a form of coping mechanism in the first prompt. Worth mentioning: he's 17.)

Icy Hallways

[While Kel had nothing against sharing rooms with others, he couldn't say he was comfortable with being basically kidnapped and placed in a shabby room with strangers. Especially considering he was having a hard time already while processing grief and guilt after the latest events that happened back home.

Unable to stand still because his mind kept wandering toward Sunny and Basil, two of his friends who took their own lives shortly before he was 'kidnapped', Kel wrapped himself as well as he could with his robe and a blanked on top before trying to venture outside. He was physically strong, he was resilient, he actually managed to go without sharing body heat with anyone for a while... until the whispers began.

The ghosts accuse him of failing his friends, to be the reasons they died in the first place -'if you didn't knock at Sunny's door, he may still be with us'- and of being a selfish person who only tried to push the old friend group back for his own happiness, too blind to see how others struggled.

'You killed them'

Yep, he was not doing that. He was going to distract himself as much as possible and not think of his dead friends, he was not going to focus on the guilt- hell, he was going to embrace anything to think about anything else right now. The teen turned around and straight up greeted the first person he could spot, offering a big smile and a small wave.]

Man, you'd think they would tune down the spooky- isn't it, like, still ten days before Halloween?

Monster Mash | Moonfluence (TW: increased arousal - diamond effects)

[Basking in the moonlight had been pleasant. Kel spent a decent amount just relaxing there, trying not to think of 'home' and focusing on the mood and the good memories he associated with it: he went camping so many times, he sang with his buddies under the stars... he and Cris even went skinny dipping in a small lake one night, ending up sick the day after. Those were the good things he desperately tried to cling to lately and he... mostly succeeded?

The problems only started to show when he ended up starting to grow... fur all over his body. Nails grew longer and sharper without him noticing at first, his fangs sharpened... Kel only realized his body was starting to mutate when he sat down and felt his own tail.

Half wolf, half human, Kel panicked at first as the transformation sped up, but managed to keep control long enough to figure out he wasn't the only one and, according to some other people (fellow guests? Hotel staff? Probably a mix of both), this was going to revert at some point.

He certainly had more concerns as his body also felt... weird?]

Is it me or it's starting to get real warm in here?

[It was his first time dealing with the influence of the Diamond effects and he didn't really know what to do with the sudden pent up arousal and, needless to say, Kel was far too new just to ask for company around without any shame.]

The Vale

[Almost completely covered in brown fur, Kel can be found running around in the Vale, trying to escape containment or seeking the company of fellow canines. The werewolf isn't aggressive per se, not now that the influence of Hearts took over Diamond, he's just... extremely affectionate.

He may choose to pick fights with felines, though! Or vampires. After all, everyone knows werewolves and vampires are not meant to get along with each other!]

WILDCARD

[ooc: There is a lot in this event I really like, but I didn't want to leave a sea of prompts here. If you'd like to meet Kel at the bathroom, try to hunt him for the vale, have fun with the vampire prompts or anything- just let me know!]

➤ PUT ME BACK IN IT // ARRIVAL.

[ in his dream, he is falling. or maybe it's not a dream at all - he wouldn't dream of anything like that, surely; the steely edge of his brother's eyes mirrored in the way he tips his hand up, up, up the thin spider's thread that's twanging from the pressure, about to break. then it's not a dream at all. he remembers falling. he remembers the discordant slide of metal against metal, the thread snapping, the recoil, and the horrible, terrible weightlessness followed by the inevitable fall, all of the weight of the air and metal and water closing in on him. he can't move. he can't breathe through his tongue thick with panic in his mouth.

if you happened to be at the morgue, you might hear a bloodcurdling scream followed by a bunch of loud thumping coming from within one of the sliding trays. please help? ]

➤ SO CONGESTED FESTIVE // SETTLING IN? (doubt.jpg)

[ the metal table is cold against his bare ass, prickling with how it seems to sap the warmth right out of his bones - but vash sits there for a moment, his expression for once unsmiling and pensive. in his hand, he holds a tag that he's just taken off himself - in big letters it says POOL ACCIDENT. WHAT DEGENERATES.

he has to suppress a weird sort of hiccup beginning to rise from the back of his throat - some kind of hysterical laugh bubbling in his gut - and quickly crumples it up in one hand and aims it at the open bin sitting a few metres away. not that it really matters whether he misses the mark or not, considering the state of the clinic - but it's the principle of the thing, you know? don't litter!

the crumpled piece of paper leaves his hand, sailing towards the open bin - but before it could hit or miss, the path is blocked by someone walking into the clinic - maybe to loot around, maybe with good intention to help - the piece of paper bouncing off their head, or their chest, or whatever you desire. he is immediately on his feet, and his face automatically lights up into a bright smile. ] Uh, hello! Sorry about that! Can I help you??

[ it looks like you're the one who needs help more, vash ... ]

➤ BRUSH YOUR TEETH // BATHROOM GHOULS

[ okay, showers are good - any running water is good at this point, with the phantom salty odour of the chemical conglomeration that holds his sisters suspended in their tanks still clinging to every bit of him. vash isn't even expecting any hot water, so it's a delightful surprise when he turns the knob and a nice steaming spray bursts from the overhead shower.

but alas, he's destined to not enjoy it as much as he'd like, because the ghouls are at it again ...

if you're walking past the shower booth, either finishing up or wanting to find an unoccupied one to wash up in, you'd hear some voices coming from within ... ]

Uh, sorry! I'm- [ a loud, panicked squawk, and a sound of a plastic wash bucket hitting the tiled floor. there's lots of giggling too. suspicious ... ] Sorry!! I really don't need my back washed, I can do it by myself!!!

[ do you: mind your own business and leave them alone to their fun, or do you: be a hero that vash needs???? ]

➤ EASY COME, EASY GO // THE ROOKERY

[ alright, vash isn't a sort to be picky at all - coming from a planet full of sand and nothing else besides, you can't afford to be - but did they really only have these clothes in his size at the shops? how do people wear this sort of stuff?? it's so tight???

ah well, vash is nothing if not rolling with the punches, so he's trying to make the most of it and attempting to get used to all the squeaky uncomfortable leather everywhere - so might as well start exploring the casino while he's at it ... currently, he's at one of those shady stalls being talked nine words a second by the ghostly sellers. look, it was a little bit weird, but he isn't the type to judge them for being non-corporeal in the exact sense of the word! besides, they're being so nice to him? ]

Hmm ... [ he's holding up a shiny lucky penny between gloved fingers, turning it over in his hand and squinting down at it. the ghostly seller hovers around his shoulder. ] Is it really lucky? So how does this work, you just keep it in your pocket?

[ he doesn't sound convinced, and the seller quickly shifts to trying to sell him some other dubious cursed item ... are you really going to leave him gassy and bad luck magnet? come on! ]

➤ WILDCARD

[ if none of these work, please hit me with a starter or we can chat about a closed prompt! vash comes with his prosthetic intact, but nothing else besides a whole lot of scars. here is my permissions page with some information, including xeno headcanons if that's your thing and would like something veering off from gen. feel free to PM to discuss! ]

Edited 2024-10-16 10:33 (UTC)

blond idiot checking in!

Hi mods! Can a character with equivalent canon abilities control the zombies? If so, what happens if they try to make them leave the clinic?

( If he hadn't just been pushed around by ghosts of all things, he would've been far more alarmed that someone with wings just swooped in to save him. As it stands, he barely has time to respond, breathing scattered and broken as his stomach twists with anxiety. He barely notices the warmth as it is.

Uncomfortable? Why would it be uncomfortable? Who was this? )

P-Please-- ( He barely manages to respond, the corner of his eyes stinging with tears. )

This is a dream... isn't it?

Shanks manages to avoid the possible trip, hopping over, his arm on the inner handrails of the elevator. He seems unfazed by the drop, as well, even in the dark. Of course, he can't see his elevator partner, at that point. When the lights come back on, it doesn't register immediately, either, not until he sees that face, that unmistakable face from the wanted poster Mihawk brought him.

His eyes widen, a little, and his lips start to curl up.

It's the lack of the hat that took him so long, the fact he sounds different, but Luffy acts much the same as when Shanks knew him as a child. That curly hair is almost a trademark, and who else would have this much fun in a falling elevator? Well, okay, Shanks has a giant smile on his face, now, and there's a quake to his chest where he's mildly, and silently, chuckling about the whole thing.

"Again, huh? You really are insatiable in everything. Proper pirate, if I do say so," Shanks points out, then admits, "I'll go again, Luffy. I haven't been on a ride like that in a long time, myself."

[ ooc: I would have done zombie bites, but this sounds fun, too. And, aw, damn, Shanks is going to have to get the hat for Luffy again. ]

(Back on my bullshit. I missed you.)

Main Lobby - The Veil Thins
cw: none; the general-use social option

Owed in no small part to the Blue Fairy's gift (or curse, depending on one's perspective), Geppetto's puppet was accustomed to an altered perception of time, of being out of step with the world around him. Each time he died — to misadventure, at the hands of rampaging puppets, murderous Alchemists, and maddened monsters created by their experiments — time rewound, yet the memories remained.

He doesn't know what to make of the dissatisfied ache in his breast, lacking a name to give the complicated longing and defeat that's a little like coming home and leaving it at once. Doesn't know what to make of this unshakeable chill that has settled over his body, joints stiff as unoiled, neglected machinery. He shudders, though he hasn't been jolted by electricity, or anything else that should cause it - an echo of a more human response to this pall that blankets him in cold.

The surreality of being thrust from inertia into the riot of life that is the Resort has him rooted in place, his freckled face unbothered despite the stark transformation of the once-bright lobby cloaked now in darkness. He searches the faces around him. Some of them seem to float through the dark, brightened by the moon and the warm pools of light spilling from lanterns hung here and there. Curiouser still is the orb shining its milky luminescence over the lobby - and curiously comforting. Like a flower turns its face to the sun, he tips his chin up towards the moonlight, dark lashes sweeping frecked cheeks as he basks in its gentle radiance.

He can't distinguish between this and the real thing. It's ironic, considering what he was built for — to be indistinguishable between an autonomous imitation and its real, more deserving source. It's a thought he brusquely shoves away, and with it the reminder of the pervasive cold clinging to his limbs.

"Lovely," he speaks aloud, eyes closed, "Why has it changed?" Opening them, he reaches for the arm of the person nearest him. The fingers that alight there are cold, rust-pocked steel. So is the rest of that arm, a bulky prosthesis that ends where his shoulder should give way to a bicep. The lobby's transformation can mean many things, but he suspects...

"Did they announce another Game already?"

Monster Hunter
sfw/nsfw - hunting monsters or rescuing others from monsters; cws: violence, power dynamics, painplay, monsterfucking

It's not long before the thinning veil between this world and the other triggers spasms of the inexplicable. People are changing, he hears. Monsters prowl the resort. A familiar refrain; the puppet has no weapon and, if he's honest with himself (occasionally), his deteriorated condition doesn't lend itself well to the mantle of protector he shoulders. Habits are hard to break. He has ever made the choice to wade out into danger at great personal risk. The Blue Fairy's gift sees him made whole again each time he dashes himself to pieces against the edifice of catastrophe. It's a different tableau painted with the same palette.

Until he receives instruction with a twist he doesn't and perhaps should have expected. The titters of laughter when his brow wrinkles with confusion shattered his preconceived notion that he was doing anything noble. Helpful? Yes, technically, staff insists, the transformed could be safely confined and, like most things at the resort, might be mollified with a different kind of helping hand! What if it's one of your friends out there? Out of their minds. Wouldn't want one of them to do something they regret, would you? There's a good boy.

Pinocchio is aware that it's a simple matter to convince him to do something dangerous. He marches into the dark, aware that this familiar work is more lonely without Gemini's weight on his hip, his light, his easy joviality.

Dappled in lantern light and shadow, he cuts a haunting figure, stalking through the night with a grace that belies his springs and gears, the lingering cold and stiffness that cloyingly sticks to his joints. He spares himself a thought to maintenance, to the challenges he faces trying to do to himself what once would have been performed by his creator. It isn't impossible, it's just...

Something moves in the dark, arresting his thoughts. In response, he freezes, his attention contracting to the moment. Light has caught the glassy blue of one eye, unearthly and luminous in the dark. It's the penetrative stare of a doll, the curve of a face meticulously crafted to someone's aesthetic ideal, the threat of violence in the broken-off pole he brandishes in one human-seeming hand.

His chin tucks towards the dip of his collarbone, exposed by the plunging neckline of the lace-edged shirt he arrived in, a delicate ensemble of dark, high-waisted breeches that flatter the masculine contours of his lithe frame. The puppet doesn't look like a match for monsters. Some of that is by design.

"You should be in the Vale. Be good and come with me," he declares into the dark, "You needn't do so quietly, so long as you come," he adds, readying the pole with practiced ease.

Wait.

The pole lowers again, uncertainly; the saccades of his eyes (and the muted chatter of buried clockwork) belies the processing of his unintended double entendre. Whether he has the opportunity to clarify his statement before he risks: a.) losing his quarry, b.) being attacked, or c.) any number of possible interruptions remains to be seen.

(ooc note - down for rescuing people from monsters, or to write a battle with one turning into smut, feel free to hmu to negotiate parameters. worth noting that due to some remaining clockwork and metal parts, he is susceptible to electricity and weighs about 300 pounds. you can throw him around but it'll take strength. he's a scrappy and capable fighter even with the "just woke up from the statue pile" debuff.)

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sfw/nsfw with discussion

1. As oil runs through his "veins", Pinocchio is unlikely to be of interest to vampires, though I'd be delighted if someone simply thought he smelled like machine oil because of that steel prosthetic left arm and doted on him. He dresses up nice, plays a mean piano, and can waltz; I'm down bad for the whole wooed by a vampire, dark elegance and debauchery thing. Would love negative fallout when it's discovered that Pinocchio isn't good for eating. If this interests you, let's talk!

2. Although I already have plans for his rescue from tentacles. I'd be down to write another scenario involving him and another character, but ideally due to influence (suit effects, aphro, what have you) since Pinocchio's usual way of dealing with monsters is... killing them. No one's ever asked themselves if they'd be down to make out with a puppet while they're both railed by tentacles, but it's on the table. Breeding kink and messiness is a given here. I'd played here for months and never wrote this. Shame on me.

3. Happy to write more (gen or otherwise) starters if you'd like something not listed above. He is the protagonist of a dark retelling of the famous Pinocchio story, set in a Belle Epoque-era fictitious European city made prosperous on the backs of enslaved puppets, only to fall to a catastrophic disaster.

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