【 Thank you for choosing the Golden Peacock, 5-star resort and casino. You are currently registered as a WILDCARD in our system.
It has recently come to our attention that many of our guests have not been focusing on their health and wellness. In an effort to encourage healthy living and help our beloved guests get in shape, a grand sports festival will be held in the Golden Peacock. This sports festival will include many small games and four large games.
Prior to the festival, guests will have the opportunity to train and prepare for the games with our expert coaches.
We hope you are as excited as we are! And, as always, we hope you enjoy your stay. 】
BEAK
MEET THE TEAM
♦ DIAMONDS GAME ♦
OMEGADOME: HUNTING GAME
A cheerful pair of game managers stand outside the conservatory doors and block all guests that try to enter. They quickly explain that a special Diamonds game is taking place inside and only guests that agree to participate may enter. This game is a physical exercise that riffs on "Hunting", which is a popular sport in many different countries and civilizations. Of course, it is one hundred percent safe, and all guests that play are eligible to win massive chip prizes, store vouchers, fabulous prizes, and more.
Details about the game? Those can't be shared outside of the conservatory. Only the brave and those willing to risks will reap the benefits of this Diamonds game. So step right up, dear guests, and sign this waiver before stepping into the flourishing beauty of the conservatory for a brand new adventure.
♥ HEARTS GAME ♥
DOUBLES' THERMO: SURVIVAL GAME
Chickadees is sparing no expense on advertising their e-sport games over the course of the sports festival. Posters, notifications, stickers, fliers! Come one, come all. Sports don't need to be physical. Guests that duck into the arcade will find a variety of e-sport games to enjoy, but the real showstopper that every single employee is aggressively promoting is the new immersive VR game, DOUBLES' THERMO.
A large swath of egg-shaped pods have been installed in the back half of Chickadees. Any guest that shows an iota of interest will be assaulted by employees encouraging them to give it a try. They will offer vouchers for a free session, encourage with mentions of prizes that can be won from the arcade's coveted prize wall, and persuade by praising how high tech and immersive the experience is. Some employees are desperate enough to trick or push guests into the pods if they aren't willing to go in themselves.
However they've ended up inside the VR egg, guests will find themselves submerged in strange fluid as the lid closes. Everything fades away into darkness as the game loads...
♣ CLUBS GAME ♣
QUACK AND COVER: SHOOTING GAME
Cloaca & Dagger has temporarily outfitted itself as a neon-bright paintball course. Gone are the wild sex setups in exchange for series of obstacles and obstructions for guests to navigate while in pursuit of paintball championship. This high intensity game of strategy and physical fitness promises to exhilarate! Welcome to Quack and Cover, a game where your shooting skills and ingenuity will be put to the test.
So say the game managers at the door before following up with a few disclaimers. Cloaca & Dagger is not responsible for any physical or psychological trauma guests may incur while inside. Guests that join the game will then be outfitted in tight black underarmor and supplied with a paintball gun and protective mask before being let loose on the course.
♠ SPADES GAME ♠
PECKING ORDER: MMA GAME
During night hours, many long-standing guests make their way through Talon toward the gym’s creaky basement stairs. Three floors down and then through a desolate hallway with littered with abandoned equipment. Double doors wait at the end, unassuming until they’ve been opened…
Flashing lights, jeers, and the thick odor of sweat. You’ve found the Pecking Order, a late-night mixed martial arts event where guests show their prowess in the ring. Spectating guests shout and messily eat snacks on make-shift bleachers while fighters clash inches away, using only their bodies to fight for dominance and win. Pecking Order is very informal; guests only need to sign up in order to get added to the docket. Anyone can watch, though they will be vaguely warned at the door that even spectating comes with risks.
LOCKER ROOMS
YOU WASH MY BACK, I'LL WASH YOURS
Every training and game location has a door labeled LOCKER ROOM right outside the entrance. These doors all connect to the same massive locker room. The magic of these locker room doors goes one way. Trying to go back to the place you just were by backtracking will not work — you’ll just end up in Beak! All guests will be advised to finish their games before hitting the showers.
The Golden Peacock is proud to present our upgraded and extended locker room. Please come in and enjoy the facilities, catch-up with your teammates, and enjoy some healthy drinks provided by our favorite resort convenience store, Cock-a-doodle-doo’s!
▶ 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 March event.
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▶ The top level directory is for new characters only. We want to make sure new characters are prioritized and receive attention! If you would be interested in a game invitation, you can note that in your comment header.
▶ If you aren't satisfied with these prompts, please feel free to check out our LOCATIONS to explore more of the resort!
▶ Smut threads that take place on this TDM can be used for rewards. If both parties in the smut thread join the game, you may retroactively apply the character's initial card values to your 52 bank. If one character does not join the game the thread will not be applicable toward rewards (as that character would not have a card value). The character that does join would still receive a small payout for the encounter. Hopefully it was a fun thread regardless!
▶ We ask you to kindly add content warnings to your threads as appropriate.
▶ 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.
[they're going to wind up roughhousing in the jacuzzi. that definitely breaks some rules!!]
Liar. I can see it in your eyes.
[ankle: pinned!!! but guess what? he has a second foot, which he is using to try and shove Bakugou's ankle off of his own. all the while pitching his voice in a cheeky falsetto to tease--]
"Waaaah, Kurusu is dead, who else am I going to kill zombies with??"
[oh no. what a shame. people getting fisky in the pool in the fucking sex resort. never saw it coming.]
Then look the other way, dammit!
[is that a denial or confession? hard to know. he's suddenly very busy with trying to hike his other leg over the first and attempt to pin BOTH Akira's feet between his shin and calf! take that, Mask! don't trifle with stronger opponents!
[THIS IS SO SILLY. . . Akira jerks back with a laugh, tucking his legs underneath himself as he splashes a bit of water in Bakugou's direction. the light roughhousing awakens some of those aching bruises, but he doesn't mind it at all. it's fun, goofing around with Bakugou like htis]
[OY! HE WINS!! or wait, he doesn't win. no! he wins! because Akira retreated first! but he didn't capture his legs. DID HE WIN OR NOT?! fuck! he's counting it as a win! and splashes some water back at him! don't mess with him; he can KABLOOSH you big time!
okay, it is kinda fun.]
Come back as a zombie so I can kill you again, dammit!
[his answer for what of it if Akira kicks the bucket.]
[HE CAN, IT'S TRUE. . . though when Akira settles it isn't because he is afraid of Bakugou's retaliation. it's because he needs a moment to school his expression, features solemn. if he were wearing his glasses, the lenses would be opaque]
I see. . . sounds like you would just be jealous someone else got to me first.
Ngk-!! [what the hell?! he jerks his head back, shoulders hiking and expression flaring up in a mix of embarrassed and pissed off.] Don't say it that way, dammit!
[makes it sound like he cares whether Akira dies or not! ... which he does. BUT HE'S NOT JEALOUS!
no, rather he'd be furious if someone offed Akira.]
[oh the question's not whether he can take it. it's whether Akira can take the resulting KA-BOOM if he teases him too much. this is the guy who blew up his dorm over a digital card game.]
Huh? [Bakugo blinks at him, glances down as if to indicate they're right there beside each other. can't really "c'mere" much further than he already is. so he, uh... leans over a bit?]
Hey. A little faith here? I'd only dunk you in retaliation.
[with boldness that only comes from slowly getting to know someone in a resort where intimacy is heavily encouraged, Akira reaches out to brush a few of those damn bangs from Bakugou's forehead. he peers at his companion with squinted eyes, as though looking for something]
If I fought in the cage matches, then I bet you did, too.
[Akira might be a kind, quiet, private guy, but Bakugo doesn't put it past him to be a teasing brat if he's in the mood.
this... is not teasing. not the taunting kind to earn a laugh. red eyes narrow a fraction as fingers reach for his face, brush into his choppy bangs, and... smooth them away. the hell is he studying his face for? feels like he's under scrutiny.
oh. he's checking for injuries.]
A few bruises and cuts. [he turns his head, showing a bruise on the opposite side of his neck. the rest are all below "sea level" at the moment. though Akira might find a knot on the back of Bakugo's head if his hand wanders more...] Those bastards couldn't leave something lasting on me with those weak ass blows.
[CALLED OUT. . . Bakugou has him pegged correctly, and Akira just flashes him a knowing grin in response. but the time for playful roughhousing has passed, and that grin fades away pretty quickly. Akira clicks his tongue lightly when he sees that bruise, fingers meandering from bangs to the rest of Bakugou's hair, smoothing those strands back against his head like some kind of fussy hairdresser]
Hn. Maybe I should be calling you Tough Guy instead of Sparky.
[Akira might be hard for others to read, but Bakugo's annoyingly perceptive about people. it's one of the reasons he lets the guy look him over, knowing the thief's doing it out of concern rather than looking for a chance to demean or taunt. also gives Bakugo a moment to do the same visually. and not gonna lie, it's kind of strange seeing the blonde's forehead bared when it's almost always covered by his hair and bangs.
now if Akira lifts him out of the water more, he's gonna see a slightly different story...]
Of course I came up with it! Those fucking censors wouldn't let me have the one I wanted without some "nice" option to fall back on!
[Because "King Explosion Murder" and "Lord Explosion Murder" are such good hero names to let someone run around with. what a positive message it would bring.]
[heh. his fingers move again, this time sliding to the back of Bakugou's head, where they finally discover that bump. sorry if Akira's light touch hurts]
[it takes a little bit for his bangs to slowly sink down from moisture and gravity, one by one covering up his forehead again. bakugo reaches up to rub at the back of his head, hair mussed from all that feeling around.]
No, you got hit harder.
[if he'd needed ice, he would've put it on there already.]
[with his inspection completed, Akira sinks back down into the water, though his eyes don't yet trail away from Bakugou's body. it's true that his suit has been a bit. . . unruly, ever since he stepped into the ring. but he knows he can't-- or rather, he won't-- blame it entirely for the way his eyes upon Bakugou's neck bruise before trailing across the slope of his shoulders and over the curves of damp biceps]
[. . .]
[A DEEP SIGH. . . Akira sinks even further into the water, all the way up until it reaches his nose so he can blow a few petulant bubbles]
[he notices his eyes, lingering on him above steamy water and bubbling surface. impossible to ignore the feelings leaking into his mind and messing with his thoughts. damn attractive Akira, sitting there beside him in the water looking all stupidly se- INTERESTING!! ... fuck. Bakugo sinks down under the water again, up to his chin. only takes a few more seconds before he's dropping his leg over the other guy's once again. less trapping, more cause he wants the physical contact for whatever reason.] Shades and I were able to swipe one of those bracelets.
[. . . hm? Akira blinks a few times when he feels that weight settle against him. and after a short, considering pause. . . he scoots a bit closer to his jacuzzi companion. not close enough that they're sitting shoulder-to-shoulder, but. close enough!]
The ones from the fighting ring? What do you plan on doing with them?
[close enough for something inside him to suggest leaning over and bumping into him. fuck off! he's not some sap like that! and yet, bubble bubble steamy trouble. already feeling a bit heady from such heat and proximity. yet no part of him wants to leave.]
Nothing. But they might come in handy later.
[not gonna mention a friend can make use of them.]
[a gentle snort. Bakugou bumps into him, and Akira rocks to the side to return the gesture. . . which turns into a comfortable lean. it is awfully warm in this bath, skin already a beautiful flushed red from the steam]
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Liar. I can see it in your eyes.
[ankle: pinned!!! but guess what? he has a second foot, which he is using to try and shove Bakugou's ankle off of his own. all the while pitching his voice in a cheeky falsetto to tease--]
"Waaaah, Kurusu is dead, who else am I going to kill zombies with??"
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Then look the other way, dammit!
[is that a denial or confession? hard to know. he's suddenly very busy with trying to hike his other leg over the first and attempt to pin BOTH Akira's feet between his shin and calf! take that, Mask! don't trifle with stronger opponents!
if he is the stronger in this spat]
YOU BETTER NOT BE IMITATING ME!!
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I would never--!
[yes he would. that's exactly what he was doing]
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okay, it is kinda fun.]
Come back as a zombie so I can kill you again, dammit!
[his answer for what of it if Akira kicks the bucket.]
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I see. . . sounds like you would just be jealous someone else got to me first.
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[makes it sound like he cares whether Akira dies or not! ... which he does. BUT HE'S NOT JEALOUS!
no, rather he'd be furious if someone offed Akira.]
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[his features soften after a moment, gaze tracing his companion's features, falling upon a few of those damp pieces of hair that fall across his face]
. . . c'mere for a second, Sparky.
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Huh? [Bakugo blinks at him, glances down as if to indicate they're right there beside each other. can't really "c'mere" much further than he already is. so he, uh... leans over a bit?]
Dunk me and you're dead, Thief.
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Hey. A little faith here? I'd only dunk you in retaliation.
[with boldness that only comes from slowly getting to know someone in a resort where intimacy is heavily encouraged, Akira reaches out to brush a few of those damn bangs from Bakugou's forehead. he peers at his companion with squinted eyes, as though looking for something]
If I fought in the cage matches, then I bet you did, too.
[hn]
No lasting damage?
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[Akira might be a kind, quiet, private guy, but Bakugo doesn't put it past him to be a teasing brat if he's in the mood.
this... is not teasing. not the taunting kind to earn a laugh. red eyes narrow a fraction as fingers reach for his face, brush into his choppy bangs, and... smooth them away. the hell is he studying his face for? feels like he's under scrutiny.
oh. he's checking for injuries.]
A few bruises and cuts. [he turns his head, showing a bruise on the opposite side of his neck. the rest are all below "sea level" at the moment. though Akira might find a knot on the back of Bakugo's head if his hand wanders more...] Those bastards couldn't leave something lasting on me with those weak ass blows.
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Hn. Maybe I should be calling you Tough Guy instead of Sparky.
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now if Akira lifts him out of the water more, he's gonna see a slightly different story...]
It's Great Explosion Murder God Dynamight.
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[what]
[WHAT]
[there's a long pause as Akira's ministrations halt with fingers still in Bakugou's hair]
Is that your hero name? Did you come up with that one?
[IT'S SO. . . EDGY. . . but in a really endearing way]
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[Because "King Explosion Murder" and "Lord Explosion Murder" are such good hero names to let someone run around with. what a positive message it would bring.]
Wusses.
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What do they call you for short? Dynamite?
[heh. his fingers move again, this time sliding to the back of Bakugou's head, where they finally discover that bump. sorry if Akira's light touch hurts]
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[Right, cause there's a thing called censors. and he tenses a bit when Akira finds the welt. ugh, someone clonked him back there good.]
Dynamight with a "might" as in strength.
[Totally an important distinction.]
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Right. Dyna-might. [very important distinction!!] Maybe I should be calling you that instead of Sparky?
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If I'm in a fight.
[it feels weird for someone to call him that when he's in normal casual settings.]
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[it's fine, his hand is finally drawing back, allowing those unruly wet bangs to spring forward again if they wish]
You want my ice pack for that bruise on your head? . . . or the one on your neck?
[Akira has been soaking long enough that he feels pretty okay, albeit still kind of achey]
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[it takes a little bit for his bangs to slowly sink down from moisture and gravity, one by one covering up his forehead again. bakugo reaches up to rub at the back of his head, hair mussed from all that feeling around.]
No, you got hit harder.
[if he'd needed ice, he would've put it on there already.]
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[with his inspection completed, Akira sinks back down into the water, though his eyes don't yet trail away from Bakugou's body. it's true that his suit has been a bit. . . unruly, ever since he stepped into the ring. but he knows he can't-- or rather, he won't-- blame it entirely for the way his eyes upon Bakugou's neck bruise before trailing across the slope of his shoulders and over the curves of damp biceps]
[. . .]
[A DEEP SIGH. . . Akira sinks even further into the water, all the way up until it reaches his nose so he can blow a few petulant bubbles]
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The ones from the fighting ring? What do you plan on doing with them?
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Nothing. But they might come in handy later.
[not gonna mention a friend can make use of them.]
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I guess I can't argue with that.
By Shades you mean Scott, right?
[just to make sure!]
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