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【 Thank you for choosing the Golden Peacock, 5-star resort and casino. You are currently registered as a WILDCARD in our system.

Due to a high volume of check-ins, temporary accommodations have been made in our parking garage for all new arrivals. We aim to have all guests moved into their reserved rooms as soon as possible. We deeply apologize for any inconvenience!

All are invited to There Is No Tomorrow, a Phoenix Casino soiree to celebrate our beloved guests. The festivities will begin at 1800 hours on January 20th and end at 1800 hours on January 27th. Please look forward to 168 hours of delight.

In an effort to raise happiness and encourage better guest relationships, attendance is required. The house will assist guests that are too shy to appear of their own accord. Please note that black tie attire is mandatory. As always, we hope you enjoy your stay! 】



PARKING GARAGE
ANY CAR IN A STORM
WELCOME TO THE GOLDEN PEA... CAR? ► Thanks to a classic move called “overbooking,” new arrivals aren't being checked into rooms — the front desk and concierge have made an executive decision to temporarily house new arrivals in the parking garage. This may actually not be as bad as one may think! All of the vehicles in the Golden Peacock's garage are luxury; some are even bigger than the basement suites. There are, however, a limited number of cars available. Guests are booked into cars in pairs or sets of three.

► All vehicles in the Golden Peacock's parking garage are top of the line models. While the body style and year vary, their common denominator is that they are expensive. New arrivals may wake up in any kind of luxury vehicle from a zippy little Maserati to a SUV limousine. Guests waking up in larger, party-style vehicles may find the inside bar stocked with booze and snacks. Due to the nature of waking up in cars, they may wake up anywhere in their new ride. Even the trunk!

► New arrivals wake up naked save for a robe, as is standard for the Golden Peacock. This round’s robes are dramatic sets bedazzled with precious gems. These robes are inspired by the 1920s. Some are silk, some are sheer, some are lined with fur. All are over the top. If it has the flavor of old Hollywood or wealth your character can wake up in it. Some lucky guests may even find old fashioned smoking pipes or extended cigarette holders in their robe pockets.

► After briefly being dumbfounded, the valet, who normally has nothing to do, will scurry down with a few racks of clothes. All articles on the racks have been dragged out of storage; the majority of the pieces are old-fashioned or mismatched. All he can do is continue to bow deeply and apologize for the lack of amenities in the parking garage. No one ever comes here!
SUITES DON'T DO THIS!The cars in the parking garage are temperamental. Guests may find doors locking and unlocking of their own accord when they're trying to exit the vehicle. When inside with someone else, the radio will change to a channel playing romantic music. The lights will flicker, dim, or turn off to create some sexy ambiance. They've been in the parking garage for a long time and haven't seen any action in decades. That famous car that starred in Titanic got people to have sex in it. Why can't they!

Some of the cars may act strangely in other ways. The AC or heat will blast unexpectedly, the horn will go off at the least opportune moment, the engine will steam, the seats will spring back without anyone pressing the lever... if it can go wrong in a car, it can happen.

If asked, the valet will explain that over the past few months parts have gone mysteriously missing from some of the cars. Stolen, by no good dirty thieves! But what kind of ragamuffin would snatch car parts in the Golden Peacock? Regardless, he will apologize about the issues. They will continue until those missing parts are returned or replaced.

He will offer a monetary reward to anyone that can bring him any information about the guests that have been stealing car parts. It makes him look incompetent at his job, you see. All he has to do is watch these cars that don't go anywhere! If the house catches wind that they're needing repairs on his watch he's liable to lose his job. He's got four engaged daughters and he's got to pay for their weddings. He can't afford to get fired!



PHOENIX CASINO HALL
WELCOME TO THE NEXT 168 HOURS
Phoenix Casino is a-flutter with activity and packed to the beak with guests. As a famously ever-changing space, the staff would be remiss if they didn't deck the crown jewel of the Golden Peacock out. The casino glitters from top to bottom, shining brighter than diamonds, rubies, sapphires, opals! Party-goers are shiny and glamorous with picture perfect makeup, fluttering gowns, and sharp suits. Card tables are packed and the slot machines are a-ringing as guests play, play, play! Prizes, luxury, booze, attractive people, it's the place that everyone wants to be at.

Those people being dragged inside by some invisible force...? Silly, they were so excited to come that their bodies moved before they realized what was happening. Those are struggles of joy and definitely not the casino's infamous ghost hands dragging unwilling guests to the party at the behest of the house. Look, they're literally hurling their bodies at the card tables with unrestrained glee!

All clocks indicating day hours and night hours have been removed from the casino. Once a guest has entered, their Watch will jam, making it impossible to keep track of the time. You don't need to worry about that tonight.
AT THE DOOR ► Guests must adhere to the black tie dress code to enter. Those that show up in less than their best won't be turned away — but they will be stuffed into a rental outfit provided by the staff. All provided outfits are gaudy, flashy, and encrusted with jewelry. Also — itchy. Too much starch.

Guests that do not want to come will be "helped" to the party by the casino's favorite ghost hands. They will be dragged, levitated, and thrown across the resort until they've "joined" the party. Those that wish to opt out will be conveniently overlooked, completely forgotten by both the house and the hands because they, "lack presence." Ouch!

► Guests that wish to leave the party before it reaches its official end 168 hours later will find obstacles getting in the way of exiting. Staff pop out of nowhere to cheerfully guide them over to this new game they must try. Waiters stop them with trays of steaming food that they think they'll really enjoy. Long-standing guests stumble directly into their path and drag them into some drunken shenanigans. The doors will randomly get stuck. While guests can certainly escape the party, the forces that be are determined to make it difficult for them to call it a night.
REFRESHMENTSWHAT THE RICH FOLK EAT: A massive buffet table lines the back wall of the casino. This nod to overconsumption and gluttony features expensive and exquisite eats from land to sea. Everything on the table is decadent; only the best for guests of the Golden Peacock. The servers working the table encourage guests to eat and eat and eat, even going so far as to help them load up their 16 inch plates until they're overflowing. Less is more? Nonsense. More is more.

IT'S GETTING BUBBLY: While there are plenty of libations to go around, there is one special champagne that's guaranteed sweep you off your feet. A few sips of the bubbly will have you floating in the air like you're the grandpa from Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory. Guests that drink the bubbly will become like a bubble themselves, rising to the ceiling and swimming through the air. Unlike Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory, however, burping isn't the answer to grounding safely. The bubbly wears off randomly and without warning, so be careful of falling on another guest or someone's game table.

JUST A PUFF OR TWO: There's a new smoke that's captured the attention of party-goers. This popular new drug is called twig. Smoked from a very thin joint with an earthy taste. Need to add some pep to your step? Twig is the smoking equivalent of two hundred cups of coffee. Who needs sleep? With twig, it's possible to stay awake for upwards of three days without feeling tired. Guests report feeling "brilliantly energized" after smoking twig. However, reports also note that once the high wears off, the user might feel like a deflated balloon that's been run over by a truck. Long-standing guests will encourage newer guests to give it a try. You can sleep after the party, bro!
GAME ROOMS
TRY YOUR LUCK

DIRTY DICE: EVEN DIRTIER A crowd favorite — Dirty Dice is BACK and now it's even dirtier. The creators put their heads together to come up with funnier and more dynamic dice options to keep things interesting for players. While the original game used a pair of standard six-sided dice, Dirty Dice: Even Dirtier debuts a pair of hefty twelve-sided dice.

► The rules for Dirty Dice: Even Dirtier remain the same as last year. Players will be seated at a two-top (though group Dirty Dice games are also encouraged!) with a set of dirty dice. The starting player rolls both dice. The action created with the dice must then be done to the opposing player — however, the rolling player does have the option to turn down the action if they're chicken. The second player will then roll the dice to create an action, similarly able to turn down the action if they're also chicken. Players continue to take turns until there is a winner.

► The first player to complete four actions will receive bragging rights, an extra large chip payout, and the resounding applause from the audience. For low rank guests, winning Dirty Dice: Even Dirtier may also come with an invitation to one of the exclusive lounges.

DIE A
1: TICKLE
2: FINGER
3: KISS
4: SUCK
5: CARESS
6: SLAP
7: FONDLE
8: PINCH
9: LICK
10: BITE
11: SNIFF
12: GRIND ON
DIE B
1: LIPS
2: THIGH
3: CHEST
4: ASS
5: MOUTH
6: ELBOW
7: NECK
8: EAR
9: NIPPLE
10: GENITALS
11: KNEE
12: NOSE


SEX TOY ROULETTE Come one, come all, step right up and try your luck with Sex Toy Roulette! Several giant roulette wheels (an ode to our favorite morning TV show, The Price Is Right) are waiting for those brave enough to give them a spin. Sex Toy Roulette is a game of chance that comes with risks and rewards. Are you daring enough to give it a go?

► Sex Toy Roulette is very easy to play. The player steps up to the wheel, grabs the handle, and gives it their best spin. Whatever the needle lands on when the wheel stops is what the player wins! Lucky ducks might land on one of the fabulous instant prizes which can be claimed immediately. Less lucky ducks land on one of the sex toy options.

► If the needle lands on one of the sex toy options the roulette manager will give the player the corresponding sex toy. The toy will sync with the player's Watch and begin a countdown of 4 hours. The instructions for further steps are also transmitted to their Watch: Use this sex toy in a sex act with another guest within 4 hours.

► Players that complete the game and use the sex toy within 4 hours will receive no penalty. They also get to keep the sex toy. Yay!

► Players that do not complete the game and do not use the sex toy within 4 hours will be penalized. Not only will a substantial amount of chips be drained from their bank account, guests may experience a sudden and intense suit flare. Wildcards may randomly experience symptoms of ANY SUIT.

1: BLINDFOLD
2: CHOCOLATE SYRUP
3: PADDLE
4: DILDO
5: INSTA-PRIZE
6: G-STRING
7: CLIT SUCKER
8: ANAL BEADS
9: ELECTRIC TOOTHBRUSH
10: INSTA-PRIZE
11: MAGIC WAND
12: GUN

13: A REGULAR SPOON
14: VIBRATOR
15: INSTA-PRIZE
16: ROPE
17: BALL GAG
18: FLESHLIGHT
19: BONDAGE TAPE
20: FLAVORED CONDOMS
21: INSTA-PRIZE
22: BUTT PLUG
23: GARTER BELT
24: KNIFE

25: NIPPLE CLAMPS
26: INSTA-PRIZE
27: LEASH & COLLAR
28: RIDING CROP
29: SEX DOLL
30: BEN WA BALLS
31: CHASTITY CAGE
32: ANKLE CUFFS
33: COCK RING
34: INSTA-PRIZE
35: CUCUMBER
36: HANDCUFFS

► Guests that land on INSTA-PRIZE may select from the following prizes:
  • An extra-large chip payout and money box experience. Stand inside a narrow box and enjoy being showered with the bills of different cultures across the multiverse! Dollars, yen, euros, yuan... you name it.
  • The royal experience. Travel around the party in the coveted Pure Gold Peacock Palanquin. Enjoy 24 hours of topless servants and constant hand-and-foot service. All of your commands will be obeyed.
  • Select from an assortment of luxury watches, necklaces, earrings, and other expensive articles of clothing. Cashmere, pure silk, Mongolian wool — high quality items for keeps. May also select from appliances that would not be normally found in low rank suites.
  • A brand new car or motorcycle!!! Yes, the car will have to live in the garage, but it's all yours. Winners who choose a motorcycle may ride it around the hallways of the resort.

  • ► The specific details of the sex toy a character is given is left to OOC discretion. For example, if you choose to land on "vibrator", you may have your character given any kind of vibrator. Have fun!

    1 or 11 Down the hall from the main hub guests may find a clandestine room with a silvery sign on the door — ARE YOU 1 OR 11? Crossing the threshold brings a different atmosphere from the card tables and slot machines. The game manager stops every person that comes inside, offering four cards and asking the new player to select one.

    "This will be your role inside Lovers' Hideaway," she explains with a smile. After selecting a card, the player will be guided past the velvet curtains to join in the amorous atmosphere of a silver-studded lounge with several private bedrooms.


    1 or 11 is a game of dominance and submission. The four hidden cards offered at the door are all Ace cards. The specific Ace card that the player draws indicates their role of either Dominant or Submissive. For the rest of their time inside Lover's Hideaway that is the dynamic they are expected to play. Players will win a large payout after any intimate D/s encounter.

    ► A player must redraw every time they leave and return to Lovers' Hideaway, so it is possible to play both dynamics.

    A♦: ACE OF DIAMONDS — 1, Submissive.
    A♥︎: ACE OF HEARTS — 11, Dominant.
    A♣: ACE OF CLUBS — 1, Submissive.
    A♠: ACE OF SPADES — 11, Dominant.


    ► The rules of 1 or 11 are otherwise very relaxed. Doms and Subs seek one another out inside Lovers' Hideaway and find mutual satisfaction together. The staff of Lovers' Hideaway are happy to provide any amenities that the couple would like to use in their play.
    HOUSE OF CARDS Ladies and gentleman! Do you dare to test how steady your hands are? Are you ready for a new challenge? Come play our new game, House of Cards. Step up to any table with a house of cards and prepare to go head-to-head with another guest in a game of strategy and luck.


    ► Players take turns removing one of the cards from a house of cards. Similarly to Jenga, players must be careful not to knock the house of cards over when removing a card. The player that causes the house to collapse is the loser. A large sum of chips will be transfered from the loser to the winner after the house falls.

    ► Each card has a question. After successfully pulling a card, the player must then answer the question honestly. Questions vary in intensity, ranging from simple inquiries such as, What is your favorite color? to more complicated, Would you betray a loved one for financial gain?

    ► Failure to answer the question or to answer it honestly will register as a loss on the player's Watch. The player will then be flagged as the loser and a large sum of chips will be transferred to the winning player.
    EXCLUSIVE LOUNGES
    ONLY FOR THE FEW

    HIGH CLASS OASIS Being a high rank in the Golden Peacock comes with perks. 168 hours is exhausting, so staff have arranged a luxurious respite for the high rank guests that need a break from the party. Guests ranked 10 - King are invited to come relax in the High Class Oasis. Suit-clad and sunglasses wearing security stand at the door and check each guest's credentials before they're allowed to enter.

    Security are strict about monitoring who is allowed to come into the oasis. They won't even allow a high rank to bring a mid or low rank with them; they won't risk upsetting any of the other high ranks. However, while these security guards are loyal and diligent, they aren't especially smart. It is possible for low and mid rank guests to sneak into the oasis with a bit of ingenuity. But be careful — if you don't walk the high class walk, one of the royal long-term guests might call for security to drag the peasants away.
  • Private bedrooms and sleeping pods.
  • Bathroom featuring showers, bath tubs, hot tubs, sauna, and steam room.
  • Racks of complimentary clothing.
  • Top-shelf bottles of wine, champagne, and spirits.
  • Complimentary cigarettes and cigars.
  • Full body massages and masseuses on call.
  • Birdbucks baristas serving up any and all coffee drinks, on the house.
  • Peace and quiet away from the peasants!


  • HIGH ROLLER CLUB Guests that are willing to bet high and gamble hard are invited to play in the High Roller Club. The High Roller Club isn't for the faint of wallet or heart; everything played inside this exclusive club is high risk and high reward. Guests that refuse to match the high risk energy of the club will be escorted out immediately. Entrance to the High Roller Club is dependent upon the means to bet high. If the dealers judge a guest to be broke and/or a coward, unable to put forth chips and unwilling to bet their bodies, they will be denied access.

    Guests that have been denied access but are caught trying to sneak in will be conscripted into drink service. They will be dressed up in a sexy bird costume and made to serve drinks to high rollers. Think sexy casino bunny, bird edition. Hey, at least that gives them a bird's eye view of how the extremely wealthy (and gambling addicts) play?
  • All games require large bets, either monetary or bodily.
  • Sex acts may be offered in lieu of chips if the player has no chips left to bet.
  • All drinks are complementary when playing in the club.
  • Wins and losses must be large enough to be impactful on a player's daily life.
  • Players can end up in the red, which triggers instant conscription. Players in massive debt will be forced to work in other areas of the party to begin paying back the house.
  • Any kind of game may be played in the club, including games under the "Game Rooms" tab.


  • WOMEN'S PARLOR A pair of eight foot Amazonian bouncers guard the doors to the Women's Parlor. Only guests that identify as women will be allowed to enter the parlor. Guests that identify as men will be blocked by the bouncers' crossed spears. This lounge is a private space for women to relax and refresh during the festivities.

    Like the other lounges, it is not impossible for guests that identify as men to sneak into the Women's Parlor. However, these Amazonian bouncers won't move an inch from the door and refuse to engage with men, leaving little room for persuasion or sneaking. Men who wish to sneak into the Women's Parlor will have to crossdress as women in order to pass the bouncers. It's important to keep up the act, too, lest the long-standing guests inside the parlor realize that men have snuck into their haven and call the Amazons to come catch them.
  • Comfortable couches and sofas; blankets and pillows.
  • A few showers stocked with amenities.
  • Quick laundry service for gowns and pantsuits.
  • Exclusive dessert bar, featuring limited edition pastries.
  • High tea at all hours, featuring limited edition tea blends and mini sandwiches.
  • Running chocolate fountain and numerous dip-able foods such as fruits and marshmallows.
  • Numerous kittens and cats for cuddling.
  • Complimentary shoulder and/or foot massages.






  • HANGOVER AFTERCARE
    DID YOU HAVE FUN?
    A LITTLE AFTERCAREThe morning after the party ends, characters will find themselves waking up with someone else in their bed. Did you go to bed with someone last night? Oops, looks like they got misplaced in the shuffle, but please enjoy this new person. No one should wake up alone after a party — or so the house thinks. Affection and intimacy have been reported to increase happiness in humans and semi-human individuals after an exhausting escapade. Plus, it's heard that hangovers can be torturous. Not that it would know.

    ► Guests won't just be waking up to each other. Waiting for them are trays with steaming hot breakfast and a large cloth bag labeled Hangover Kit. While you're enjoying some coffee and munching on bacon, feel free to dig into the bag and check out what the house has sent for you! Isn't it the best host?

    Please enjoy your complimentary: water bottle; aspirin packs; Pepto-Bismol; Gas-X; Imodium; anal douche; enema kit; viagra; face masks; a box of Bon-Bons; and one (1) random sex toy.

    Have a pleasant sleepy morning!


    OOC NOTES

    INVITES | RESERVES | APPLICATIONS
    BLANKET CW: Alcohol; altered states; BDSM dynamics; coercion; drug use; exhibitionism; food play; gambling; servitude

    ▶ 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 January event.

    ▶ Current characters may top level on the TDM. Any current characters posting to the TDM should note they are current in their subject header.

    ▶ The top level directory is for new characters only. We want to make sure new characters are prioritized and receive attention! If you would be interested in a game invitation, you can note that in your comment header. This month we also have an ongoing ATP / EMP where players can connect. Please feel free to utilize this for all of your peafowl needs!

    ▶ If you aren't satisfied with these prompts, please feel free to check out our LOCATIONS to explore more of the resort!

    ▶ Smut threads that take place on this TDM can be used for rewards. If both parties in the smut thread join the game, you may retroactively apply the character's initial card values to your 52 bank. If one character does not join the game the thread will not be applicable toward rewards (as that character would not have a card value). The character that does join would still receive a small payout for the encounter. Hopefully it was a fun thread regardless!

    ▶ We ask you to kindly add content warnings to your threads as appropriate.

    ▶ If you do not currently have permissions and kinks listed in your character’s journal we suggest leaving a note in your top level of any limits or boundaries for other players to reference.

    ▶ Happy New Year and 2025! ♥
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    unionized: (🌟 sugar we're going down swinging)

    [personal profile] unionized 2025-01-22 06:32 am (UTC)(link)
    An undisclosed favor is a gamble itself. Betting the odds that you'll have something of value at a later date.

    [Which is, of course, not inherently a dealbreaker; he's plenty fond of blank checks and owed favors, but right now he knows he's got leverage, and he's never been one not to use it when he's got it.]

    Well, as the saying goes, the bird in the hand is worth two in the bush. I'll give you a hand, but I'll take two favors owed in return.
    unionized: (🌟 i used to rule the world)

    [personal profile] unionized 2025-01-22 06:35 am (UTC)(link)
    Oh, there'll be plenty of time for that. We've got rounds to go yet.

    [And to his credit, he manages not to shiver at the pressure of that tongue, distant and blunted by the barrier of fabric between; it would've felt better to have it wet on skin, but maybe that's why it's all the better that he left it a tease. It wouldn't do to get keyed up too early.]

    And who knows how the dice will roll next?

    [So he says, picking them up and starting to rattle them in one hand.]
    dubia: (😡)

    [personal profile] dubia 2025-01-22 06:38 am (UTC)(link)
    [ one day w will cut off that fucking tail and nail it to a goddamn wall. she'll make lappland stare at it while she kicks her to wheezing pieces, just like lappland holds her still and groaning for the excruciating drive of that awful plastic thing between her thighs. the jagged edge of it is whatever, a sharp but bendy burst of pain every time it catches her at just the right angle, but the seam where both halves of the hilt were pressed together has her seeing stars. every time her pussy clenches she can feel it, papercut-sharp and searing.

    she'd still take it any day over that tongue that wriggles into every last nerve she has and makes her body leap and hop helplessly. her muscles are sore just from enduring it this long, her body heavy with ache like she's been in a head on collision. the only thing worse than that is when it's both, when she has to chew her lip to pieces to keep from crying out. all that work and it hurts worse, her pussy too sore and swollen to bear it all and still forced to balloon so abruptly wide she truly isn't sure whether or not she's burst.

    it's almost a mercy when the knife twists. her vision goes red and white, her whole body jolting into the air, her cunt squeezing on — no tongue, she realizes with pain so acute it's incomparable to anything that came before it. her hips beg for what won't come in violent, stuttering thrusts, but it's all just a nice display of her abused, upthrust pussy gushing one great big spattering wave of — come? blood? maybe it's just the spit that foul bitch left in her, drooling into her box like that. ]


    Ffffuck you.

    [ her lips are numb and filthy with blood from every time she's popped her lip. it's tough work to spit it at lappland, but she does manage to drool it thick into her hair, across her pretty cheek. as well she deserves for trying to excise w's g-spot with a broken prop knife; it could really feel like she's accomplishing the task, the way w bleeds slick and probably real blood every time she stabs it at the right angle.

    but some insults won't stand. pink spit bubbles at the corners of her lips as she snarls: ]


    My pussy's... way better than some fffucking noodles.

    [ it's still so hungry, even after this, her lips and clit blood-red with beyond-excruciating need. the dragging is good, she can ride it like a dying whore, furiously scratching an itch that's already bleeding in miserable pursuit of relief. ]
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    [personal profile] flagrant 2025-01-22 06:40 am (UTC)(link)
    [ ...in all honesty, it's a little strange to be met with such a kindly response when he's bellyaching about something that's (presumably) his own fault. It also makes his throat run bone dry when he finally lifts his head from his cushy bedding prison, meeting his pretty bedpartner's gaze with his unadorned one.

    Only for a moment though, as if the eye contact unnerves him. He's otherwise calm, though. At least outwardly.
    ]

    Mor — [ That dryness causes his voice to crack slightly. He clears his throat. ] ...Morning. You weren't busy, were you?

    [ Seeing as how she's already up and dressed and he is not. ]
    schmisse: (✧ second)

    iv

    [personal profile] schmisse 2025-01-22 06:44 am (UTC)(link)
    Well, he certainly sounds pleased with his own answer. Weiss, seated on the opposite end of the small table, doesn't outwardly react to it, but it certainly gets her to think of her own answer. She has several best friends and she wouldn't be able to choose just one, though saying something like "all together, they kind of add up to one best friend" feels like it'd get the hairs on her arms to stand from how embarrassing it sounds.

    At the very least, the House seems to accept the answer, not yet marking him a loser.

    "Alright then. Here I go," she announces as she stands up to get a closer look at the house of cards. It's one of the cards that's flat and sideways that she pokes to get it to jut out from the other end. So far so good! Once she's pulled it out successfully, she quickly sits back down to not disturb the pile of cards stacked upon each other. The farther she is, the better.

    "What is the best prank you’ve experienced or planned? I can't say I've ever done anyth- oh!" She sounds excited now, even lifting a finger as she recalls one of her brightest ideas.

    "My teammate told me to add five teaspoons of sugar in her coffee when I told her I'd make her a cup." She pauses. Wait for it... wait for it... She lets out a snicker before the kicker, "But I only put four!"

    So evil! So dastardly! Truly a master of all pranks.
    stellestial: (11)

    good to see u too, daventurine

    [personal profile] stellestial 2025-01-22 06:59 am (UTC)(link)
    [ Whoever said eight hours was a healthy amount of sleep was just jealous of people who can sleep right through to the heat death of the universe — which doesn't seem too bad right now, considering the way her head throbs behind her defiantly shut eyelids. Maybe if Aventurine would stop his yapping and just let her rest...

    ...

    Ah, there it is, the mental record scratch. Beckoning of the heat death of the universe be damned, Stelle's eyes fly open, hands rising swiftly to push her ashy hair out of her face (and away from him, did she touch him anywhere awkward??? help) to clock a familiar set of Avgin eyes. It hasn't been long at all since she assisted (citation needed) with his and his fellow Stonehearts' departure from The Reverie, yet the way she stares at him now, it's like she's seen a ghost. Like, if anyone she knew was going to be here, of course it would be him, but — ]


    In my bed?! Aventurine, you — [ she got her words SO scrambled ] W-wait, did we

    [ Did they? She had a lot to drink, sure, but she'd remember, right? He seems the type to make it memorable, which is not what she needs to think about right now.

    Scurrying back to the far edge of the bed, her lips press into a thin line, poised to say something — before she turns her face back into her pillow and utters a muffled: ]
    Pom-Pom has forsaken me. Let me sleep forever.
    swordpour: (ouT24ch)

    [personal profile] swordpour 2025-01-22 07:02 am (UTC)(link)
    (living of course never was the easiest thing, some could give up without even trying. texas for a time had done similar in how she moved through the motions, life was nothing she enjoyed. that she faded fast and felt almost as if nothing might ever drag her out of that pit. then eventually, texas found herself thinking that wasn't what she ever wished for. to die that easily when she began to find her way once again and rebuild. but, rebuilding could be another hardship. with or without how her life's direction changed; she found it to be one of the hardest moments she's ever experienced. going from living corpse to back to a girl that had lost more than she'd ever talk about.

    as that title she was given, her past was and still is falling under a single word (omertosa) in everything that happened. texas isn't thinking about it, what she thinks more about is that there are some things that she should have done better. those were regrets, she would always carry them. yet here they are, alone. they aren't bound by their dni, not even by the fact rhodes island contracted them. all they're here as is two wolves. two wolves that nobody knows the history of, two wolves who have been picked apart cleanly by the system they were once part of. they do not belong here, perhaps, not any further than they did in terra. likely not ever would they find a true home even if texas did make friends. cellinia is good at it, but that didn't mean she's the greatest of friends and people.

    her demeanor leaves much to be desired, though she pauses her thoughts and snarls back at the mockery she's met with. the two of them would never know if cellinia doesn't try now, won't they? she didn't say that just to sound "cool", not even to sound like she's a big shot of sorts. texas intends to try. that's all she can do.

    that's all she has to do, with or without a weapon in her hands.)


    I'm hardly being delusional, despite what you think.

    (a hiss, the cloth and fabric rips easily, the buttons popping off at least to reveal familiar (that one lappland gave her along her side and abdomen in particular) and not so familiar scars once her dress shirt falls to the floor with accessories. maybe even signs of another newer scar in the shape of talons along her right arm. those were healing from an event in october, but it must have been bad if a winged clawbeast got its hands on her.

    her bra is exposed too, black and sitting pretty with patterns in the fabric whenever texas reaches to undo her belt. annoying clothes, but she's almost freed of them. almost free as the belt buckle comes undone and the sound of her zipper coming down fills the air. she's in a hurry to undress all the same.

    they're likely never bound to change in some ways, but they're both culprits of being hypocrites about their own ideas. their own thoughts and more.)
    Edited 2025-01-22 11:19 (UTC)
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    [personal profile] flagrant 2025-01-22 07:04 am (UTC)(link)
    [ He sees the problem. Well, worth a shot. ]

    Long, huh. [ Lighter does seem to consider the command at length, giving a cursory sweep of the immediate area with his shaded gaze. (After a long list of harrowing challenges at the behest of the wheel, he did at least manage to pull a nice pair of sunglasses.) The party hall is... busy, to say the least. Mostly with people chasing their own highs and pleasures, but the place seems to value image above all else, the heat mirage of luxury. Not even a mop in sight. ] Easier said than done, I'm afraid.

    [ But now that he's offered the help, he's not going to go back on it. Loosening his tie and shoving his sleeves upwards, he follows Sunday's drifting from below at an amiable pace. ]

    But I've got an idea. Think I can convince you to relax up there?

    [ This is definitely the face of a man who might cause a spectacle. ]
    stellestial: (06)

    sunday!!!

    [personal profile] stellestial 2025-01-22 07:09 am (UTC)(link)
    [ It's either Amphoreus, or Pom-Pom's sense of direction may be way off. But they hadn't even made the jump yet...she has to admit something isn't adding up, not the least of which is what he asks next.

    ...She taps a finger against the glass bottle. Maybe the drinks can wait. ]


    However it happened, they can't have gone far. These never go as smoothly as they're supposed to.

    [ Even so, she's reaching for the pocket of her robe, expecting to find her phone, only to find it completely empty. Oh.

    ...Her expression turns stony. ]


    Okay, we might actually be in trouble.
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    [personal profile] stellestial 2025-01-22 07:13 am (UTC)(link)
    Nuh-uh, no way. If this is your room, I wouldn't be here!

    [ She hasn't gotten the memo about how the resort likes to pull this sort of bed shuffle, and though she was pretty drunk last night, there's no way she would have just stumbled into a stranger's room and gotten into bed with them. She's bold, but not quite that bold! ]

    Prove it.

    [ She's decided the burden of proof should be on him, since he's being so calm about it. ]
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    [personal profile] flagrant 2025-01-22 07:16 am (UTC)(link)
    [ A distraction, but not in the way Lighter expects. Familiarity, but also not in the way Lighter expects. He's gone still in consideration, save the instinctual flicker of muscle as a curious coolness dissipates on it. The heat of his skin isn't very normal by the same measure, as if fire sits just below its surface. ]

    Yeah. Used to. [ He amends, though the memories of it are, as always, all too near. ] Sorry, this is your bed?

    [ Of course it is. It's not his bed. Did he have a bed, even? He heaves a dispassionate sigh. ]

    I'm not used to the matchmaking services here yet.
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    [personal profile] wheft 2025-01-22 07:18 am (UTC)(link)
    [ somehow she didn't register her tongue is under her fingers until texas is licking at the skin above her breast. but it felt good, enough to get a shuddering exhale from ishmael as she swallows down her trepidation. from here, even she can tell that texas is the predator, and she herself is the prey who'd let herself into the lion's den. or wolf's den in this case?

    but before she can respond with her own name, texas bites down, and ishmael can't help the soft moan that emanates from her throat, and she clamps her mouth down in time to prevent any more from coming out. it had felt good, sure, but her heart's practically threatening to leap out of her chest with every heartbeat; just a little deeper, and it would've been easy for texas to rip her own heart out of her ribcage and leave no crumbs behind.

    but it never comes. still, it's making ishmael breathe hard against texas's ear, her hand going for the other woman's shoulder for balance. are they done? they should be. and yet, she finds herself clamoring for the rush of adrenaline just now. ]
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    [personal profile] martritz 2025-01-22 07:19 am (UTC)(link)
    Busy? [ she laughs lightly, shaking her head. ] No, I don't think I'll be busy for a while.

    [ she's seen all manner of things these past few years in the midst of war, but there's really nothing quite like getting dropped into another place all of a sudden. especially in a place where she's certain she couldn't imagine even in her wildest dreams.

    but her smile remains, softening a little now as he seems to be getting his bearings.
    ]

    There's some food and water here, if you're ready for it. [ one hand lifts slowly, palms and fingers open to show that it's empty, hovering just above his pillow. ] If not, will you allow me to ease that headache of yours instead?
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    [personal profile] stellestial 2025-01-22 07:20 am (UTC)(link)
    [ Huh, she's got a point about the dress...but Stelle isn't all that attached to it, anyway. She vastly prefers shorter skirts, anyway, so if that's the problem, the solution is easy!

    Reaching down, she snags the hem of her dress that has settled around her ankles, and starts to pull on it, in an effort to just. Start tearing it. The dutiful staff member that put her in this number would probably give up the ghost at the sight of such a beautiful gown being ruined so liberally, but what else is she to do?

    Except...it's not that easy to tear with her bare hands? Who'd have thought. ]


    Yeah, I'm pretty sturdy! Hey, d'you have a pocket knife or anything? We can take care of the dress length, easy!

    [ Never mind that there are much easier ways to shorten the length of the dress... ]
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    [personal profile] flagrant 2025-01-22 07:25 am (UTC)(link)
    [ Wouldn't be the first. Probably won't be the last, either. Chronically unable to back down, Lighter is drawn to the sensation of that glare. Enough to peel his eyes back open to meet it, the pinch of his brow somewhat... soft, despite himself. Cats can sure be scary. ]

    If I had to say... [ Inhale, exhale. He finally dredges himself up, giving the back of his neck a rub. ] Actually, I'm not sure. But I know what I don't deserve.

    [ His legs shift beneath the covers, edging towards the opposite edge of the bed to hopefully swing himself out of it without incident. ]

    And that's to be in bed with someone who didn't sign up for it.

    [ chivalrous? anxiety? ]
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    [personal profile] armwriostle 2025-01-22 07:28 am (UTC)(link)
    Used to? Ah, that's a shame. It's hard to find a sparring partner who boxes in this place apparently. I suppose I'll have to keep looking. [Wriothesley relents easy enough. If the other wasn't interested, then he certainly wasn't going to force their hand. He liked a good fight, but he wanted a good match where both of them had fun.]

    My suite even. I don't know how you managed to get in here since I don't recall bringing anyone up with me, but this place does the impossible, so I'm not going to lament on it either. [Wriothesley carefully maneuvers the pillow away from Lighter's face, letting cool fingers brush against their forehead.]

    That's to be expected. I imagine that you aren't used to ending up in a place that demands you sleep with every person you come in contact with. [He isn't going to fault them. Especially if they're new here.] It seems you had too good of a time though. There's food and drink and hopefully something to help with the hangover. Or is getting out of bed still out of the question?
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    cw bloodplay/body injury i guess

    [personal profile] reietta 2025-01-22 07:31 am (UTC)(link)
    [ so what she's getting at is w wants some tail. it's just too bad hers isn't tailfucking material but who knows, maybe where there's a will there's a way.

    anyway wow. she's being spoiled spoiled. spoiled spoiled spoiled. the nice thing about eating pussy, besides the other hundred reasons why, is that it did actually slake her mouth a little more of those ashes. still, she finds her bastard heart skip several beats seeing w bleed both from mouth and that cumstained and now bloodstained box. her mouth nearly goes dry again. the sheer thirst and the thrill that she could really wound after all with that edge of the broken plastic knife. truly where there's a will there's truly a way. ]


    Oh, no question. The only issue is when you're this much tastier a meal, I might just have to eat you every single day.

    For hours, even. Every. Single. Day. [ especially if she cums gruesomely like this. it may as well be like blood in the water to a shark, her mouth is watering again until she has to wipe it, then wipe w's straight to her tongue. don't give her treats like this, she'll legitimately go insane. her tail is beating madly; she really has to make an effort to reel her thoughts in from trying to legitimate carve w up somehow, see how deep or real she can truly cut with this completely shitty unsatisfactory weapon.

    but this much cutting will do. just maybe. she steals one more kiss with the deliberate slice of her teeth to coax just that much more blood onto her demanding tongue, her moan entirely deranged as that wolf's tongue goes to lick it straight from cuts, straight from w's teeth. well they're both infected. they're both going to die. what a nice game it would be if she could slice w's short or vice versa, just as long as it hurts.

    and then she withdraws the knife, dripping disgustingly with the ungodly mix of both their body fluids. she lets a thick drip of it land straight to the loll of her tongue, her eyes fluttering in bliss, a heavy blush rising to her cheeks, ]


    I still want one more, la mia bella stronza. Surely you can give me that.

    I want one more of your holes. [ as her black claws stroke down to where w drips cum and blood in a trail to her asshole. ]
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    [personal profile] swordpour 2025-01-22 07:31 am (UTC)(link)
    (luckily she knows not to keep latched down, but she can admit that she likes it. that sound she made and how ishmael's pulse quickened. her teeth let's go of the spot she clamped down on with a slow lick over it to soothe any pain. the predator role always fits her too well, a patient one that takes her time. she doesn't eat people alive. she almost surely wouldn't kill ishmael, either. there is that for them. she's not the sort to make it a business to end the lives of those that don't deserve it. they're strangers, but she's got a feeling they'll get along swimmingly.

    once she's done soothing the bite (very much like a dog helping lick something better) she pulls away. tentatively. she must have wanted to leave more, hear more of those soft pretty moans. maybe even feel how fast her heart might get from a night alone. but that's not texas, that's more her stupid spade mark half pushing her over the thought she did find her cute. anyway, she can wait to hear ishmael's name after she recovers.)


    Hope that wasn't too hard.

    (she's considerate, observant of her partners for a reason. her bodily differences can make things interesting. maybe not as interesting as aak's since texas remembers he's completely furry.)
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    [personal profile] stellestial 2025-01-22 07:38 am (UTC)(link)
    [ It shouldn't be weird. And when Dan Heng asks and she stops to think about it, it isn't weird. She'd trust anyone on the Express with anything, and they mean more to her than her own life. She'd never really hesitated to get changed in front of any of them before, but maybe it's the entire pretense about this resort that makes her a little...uncertain.

    It's not an emotion she likes, especially around someone she trusts as much as Dan Heng. Puffing out her cheeks and blowing out a breath, she forges ahead, nodding. ]


    Nope. Learn from my mistakes. Don't get your robe wet.

    [ She hasn't averted her gaze away from him. She may be a little out of sorts, but she's shameless as ever! She rarely gets the chance to see Dan Heng not covered from head to toe. Let a girl enjoy a little disrobing. ]
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    [personal profile] flagrant 2025-01-22 07:40 am (UTC)(link)
    [ She makes a fair enough point. Busy here probably isn't the same as busy in a more familiar setting, though he can see on his peripherals that there's some sort of... supplies, or gifts left for them. Maybe the former makes it sound too dire, but in all honesty, he feels pretty dire too.

    Lighter's gaze still flicks upwards to the pale breadth of her palm, considering it at length. Lucky that he looks like hell in general right now, making the state of his eyes seem more natural.
    ]

    Sure. [ His head tilts. ] What have you got in mind?
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    [personal profile] martritz 2025-01-22 07:58 am (UTC)(link)
    [ she's patient while he considers her palm, her expression still the same font of gentle serenity. she's used to it—the instinctual wariness, the suspicion. some of the soldiers they'd picked up along the way had regarded her with that same look in their eyes, weighing the merits of cutting their losses and losing a leg rather than let her stitch them back together with faith magic. in the end they'd relented, living to fight another day. ]

    It's easy. [ a soft light gathers around her hand as she reaches over, her fingers settling gently over his cheekbone. her hands are smooth and delicate despite the blood they've been steeped in for the past five years, her touch feather-light. ] You just need to stay right there.

    [ her thumb smooths over his brow in slow, gentle passes, like coaxing a child to sleep. soothing a headache doesn't take nearly as much as mending a limb, thankfully, and he'll feel nothing more than a cool tingle as the pain eases and then disappears entirely. ]
    Edited 2025-01-22 08:02 (UTC)
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    [personal profile] birding 2025-01-22 09:28 am (UTC)(link)
    ( ... well. if this man can't even fake enthusiasm, that makes him somewhat odder than most.

    it should be dismissal. if he wants left alone, then she should give him that much. in the small amount of time that she's wandered, a handful of days really, she's come to understand that privacy might be a precious commodity here. no sense for disproportionate umbrage at a perceived snub when intimacy is currency you can request from a different seller. nothing to it. time to move on.

    ... but.

    she lingers, nevertheless, her heels clicking on the marble tile as she turns and settles at a polite distance by his perch in this little alcove. her empty tray is brought to her chest not so much in modesty, but because she can tell enough from his fleeting gaze that it somehow makes him more comfortable to have her covered. most people here aren't shy about where their eyes land. the way his eyes settle on her face and look nowhere else is respectful, almost refreshing. )


    Do you mind company? I was thinking I'd be allowed a break here and there.

    ( as she tilts her head at him with her photogenic smile, her hair falling too dark over her face to be this nostalgic, no wings to be seen besides those shabby ones taped to her back.

    her finger lifts over her red painted mouth. )


    I'll be completely quiet if you'd keep this a secret.
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    vroom vroom;

    [personal profile] birding 2025-01-22 09:28 am (UTC)(link)
    ( it sounds like a joke: an empath willingly throwing himself into the parking garage with the emotions of all these newfound captives let loose. the dealers should reward him generously for the grand way he's about to screw himself over for putting himself right at the epicenter of fuck. the ground zero of spinning on it.

    but the narrative digresses.

    fair enough — this limousine seems like a decent choice in the line of vehicles he could experimentally jimmy to his heart's desire. the same tumult of human emotions that radiates from every newcomer is also present here: confusion, scandal, heartache, but therein lies the strangest rub...

    by the time kizuna gets a passenger door open, there's just a single girl inside, scantily clad in a silken robe and holding her head and blinking owlishly as a mellowed peace saturates her in a glimmering vision of oscillating color. and thus, him too. )


    Oh. Hello, good evening. Thank you for your assistance.

    ( —a frequency only interjected when another woman's speaking from... the driver's seat of the limo, the screen partition lowered enough for robin to peer in and smile congenially at the two passengers in the back. something practiced for the camera.

    it's hard to tell with the barrier: there must be feathers lining the robe she wears. why else would there be so many of them lining the sides of her throat too?

    ... but it must pinprick something awful to kizuna's feelings if he stares at them too long, a little like the mortifying ordeal of being known. )


    Rather than helping myself to the amenities, I don't suppose you can point me in the direction of the exit?
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    [personal profile] aertire 2025-01-22 10:20 am (UTC)(link)
    [Well now. Speaking of enigmas.

    Raziel has been doing her share of cataloging what she comes across, mentally or in her book, and while there have been plenty of things that interest her or strike her as odd, very few are quite as intriguing as the woman standing across from her.

    She'd noted the hands, but had assumed they were gauntlets or some other type of armor. Now that she's touching them, she feels the heat radiating from beneath the skin, in a way that's entirely atypical of skydwellers.

    This woman... is she not human? A primal beast of some kind? Fascinating.

    Raziel is so intently looking at Arlecchino's hands that she barely registers what the other woman is telling her.]
    Huh--? Oh- oh yes, that would be very kind, since- since enjoying it is the point of intimacy, isn't it?

    [She watches as the woman dons the gloves. It's almost a disappointment.] ...my name is Raziel. It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Miss Arlecchino.

    If you don't mind, may I ask about...? [She indicates the other woman's hands with a nod of her head.]
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    [personal profile] aertire 2025-01-22 10:20 am (UTC)(link)
    [Of all the Revans Mugen really is one of the more annoying ones... Haase 5* was such a gamechanger for real

    Raziel's trusty pen is in her hands, and she taps the tip against her lips in thought listening to him as he outlines his particular ideas.

    Her cheeks are slightly flushed with embarrassment; she's hardly a naive blushing bride and in her duties she has catalogued quite a few, ahem, more risque things... but it's always been part of her job, nothing more. Primals like her may be fully equipped and functional for intimacy, but they have no need of it.]


    But what you're describing is wagering on something that could lead to intimacy. How would you make a wager on the act of intimacy itself? That's what I'm wondering.

    Given how everything is here, I'm somewhat surprised we haven't seen that.