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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!
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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.]
[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]
[they're leaning on each other in the jacuzzi, they're leaning on each other in the beanbags, they're leaning on each other in the tree web nest thing. is this gonna be a common occurrence between them? Bakugo's certainly not moving away.]
Yeah. [see? it's not hard to figure out his nicknames, dammit!] Figured he'd want the option to take his shades off.
[quite possibly!! what can Akira say; Bakugou has become pretty comfortable over the past few months they've known each other]
That's pretty smart, actually. [he thinks back to Scott and the beautiful blue of his eyes, normally hidden by the bright red sunglasses that keep his abilities perfectly in check] I bet he really appreciates it.
[he can say the same about AKira, and that's a very rare thing for Bakugo to say. normally it takes a long time to get past his exterior, though a few months is a fair enough period. hot tub helps.]
He seemed confused at first. [Bakugo snorts at the memory, especially because he thought the yoink was for OBVIOUS reasons. Scott thought it was because Bakugo wanted him to wear it. no! it was an option for Scott!] At least he has the option now.
[champion! champion! if the hotel's gonna give it, take ti!]
Duh.
[that's what giving him the choice means. Bakugo glances to the side, some dumb reason thinking his faint flush will fade simply because he tilted his head.]
Wha-?! Don't say bullshit like that! The hotel gave me the option and I took it!
[no. he digs an elbow into Bakugou's ribs, soft enough to be considered playful, though he doesn't think about the potential of hitting any hidden bruises when he does so. fool!!]
Not here, though. I'm going rinse off in the shower.
[stop jabbing that bony bit into his ribs. luckily Akira misses any bruises. he has a few, but one lower and one on the other side. but the question about rinsing off means a heaved sigh comes out. dammit, really asking him to move when he's comfortable.
Bakugo leans to the side and stretches his arms over his head, then grips the rim of the tub behind him.]
Fine. I'm coming.
[before pushing himself up to his feet. point of note. one, he's wearing a small towel around his waist, so at least Aira's not getting a full frontal all of a sudden. two, now Akira gets to see allthosescars on the hero's body.]
[. . . genuinely, a body that marked up is a cause for concern, and Akira feels a small bit of it flutter to life in the pit of his stomach. Bakugou is a fighter-- that much is for certain-- but. . . to have gone through that much pain and suffering, each wound etched into his body permanently. . .?]
[but unfortunately! scars are also extremely hot!! Akira's gaze lingers on those lines of raised skin for way too long to be polite, something growing a bit dark in the backs of his eyes, gray irises turning black and stormy. what would it feel like to reach out and touch those--? to let the pads of his fingers trace each and every shape, committing them to memory via to-- aaaaah]
[a sharp inhale. Akira shuts his eyes and shakes his head, swallowing thickly]
[a deep exhale, and he stands to exit the jacuzzi himself. he also has a towel wrapped around his waist, having decided that even though this level of modesty is usually unnecessary in an actual hot springs, the jacuzzi wasn't enough like one for him to follow the same set of rules]
[. . . Akira isn't as scarred as Bakugou is, but there are a few of them littered across his body. tiny lines of white and pink, mostly on his arms, his chest, and the muscles of his upper back. more stark than that are the multitude of fresh bruises painted against his skin. most are still red with how new they are, but some are starting to turn an angry purple]
[would it make it any better to learn those scars all came within a two month period, given to him either during the first or the second wars his world went through. each one left a mark on him and most of his classmates. a clash between heroes and villains, with the stakes being life and death, control and freedom, rule or destruction or protection or saving.
if Bakugo realizes he's unintentionally turning Akira on, he's definitely not showing it. why? because he's got no idea! the ones on his shoulder and side seem to be puncture wounds, through and through, though the one on his chest looks as if something exploded and tore it open. ah but if the thief thinks he wants to take a more physical exploration, well...
plenty of time for that later, because Bakugo's climbing out of the pool with one hiked leg, muscles flexing, pushing himself up and trailing his second out the water behind him. where's his towel? ah, right where he left it folded on the floor. he scoops it up with a bend at the waist and swing of his arm, not bothering to dry off since they're going to shower.
it's a public hot spring, so of course he's going to cover his modest. this isn't a fucking locker room with a bath waiting. besides, the jacuzzi is mixed gender and FUCK THAT -- his mom didn't raise a pervert!
but he's still a young man and those red eyes are taking a quick glance over when Akira pulls himself out. curious about the guy's physique, considering he looks like a nerd, but has enough strength and skill to make Bakugo assume he's trained. a few scars, small ones like knife cuts or scrapes, makes him wonder what they're from, but ah, there's all the bruises. at least those will go away soon enough. gonna look like a banana in places.]
I'm a hero. [what does he think Bakugo does, write reports?]
[help. sorry if that was awkward Bakugou he has A LOT ON HIS MIND RIGHT NOW]
It's not. [picking up on the "used to" part of things means he has no reason to argue, though that doesn't stop him from offering his own perspective] It's a sign of strength.
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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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Yeah. [see? it's not hard to figure out his nicknames, dammit!] Figured he'd want the option to take his shades off.
[without blowing up everything around him.]
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That's pretty smart, actually. [he thinks back to Scott and the beautiful blue of his eyes, normally hidden by the bright red sunglasses that keep his abilities perfectly in check] I bet he really appreciates it.
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He seemed confused at first. [Bakugo snorts at the memory, especially because he thought the yoink was for OBVIOUS reasons. Scott thought it was because Bakugo wanted him to wear it. no! it was an option for Scott!] At least he has the option now.
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Mmm. And he doesn't have to if he doesn't want to.
[Akira sighs, the exhale rushing from his lips at the same moment he melts just a bit more against Bakugou's side]
You're a real nice guy deep down, aren't you, Sparky?
[tough on the outside, but soft where it counts]
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Duh.
[that's what giving him the choice means. Bakugo glances to the side, some dumb reason thinking his faint flush will fade simply because he tilted his head.]
Wha-?! Don't say bullshit like that! The hotel gave me the option and I took it!
[yeah, by stealing it, to help someone else.]
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So you're trying to sell yourself as nothing more than an opportunist? Hmmm.
[STILL TEASING]
. . . ah, but I feel like I've been picking on you too much tonight. Maybe I should have some mercy.
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I'm not selling myself as anything! Gain advantage on your opponent is common sense!
[right, cause the hotel is still the enemy and he wasn't just giving it the middle finger.]
That your way of saying you're gonna drown now?
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[no. he digs an elbow into Bakugou's ribs, soft enough to be considered playful, though he doesn't think about the potential of hitting any hidden bruises when he does so. fool!!]
Not here, though. I'm going rinse off in the shower.
[. . . a considering pause]
Are you coming?
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[stop jabbing that bony bit into his ribs. luckily Akira misses any bruises. he has a few, but one lower and one on the other side. but the question about rinsing off means a heaved sigh comes out. dammit, really asking him to move when he's comfortable.
Bakugo leans to the side and stretches his arms over his head, then grips the rim of the tub behind him.]
Fine. I'm coming.
[before pushing himself up to his feet. point of note. one, he's wearing a small towel around his waist, so at least Aira's not getting a full frontal all of a sudden. two, now Akira gets to see all those scars on the hero's body.]
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[but unfortunately! scars are also extremely hot!! Akira's gaze lingers on those lines of raised skin for way too long to be polite, something growing a bit dark in the backs of his eyes, gray irises turning black and stormy. what would it feel like to reach out and touch those--? to let the pads of his fingers trace each and every shape, committing them to memory via to-- aaaaah]
[a sharp inhale. Akira shuts his eyes and shakes his head, swallowing thickly]
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[. . . Akira isn't as scarred as Bakugou is, but there are a few of them littered across his body. tiny lines of white and pink, mostly on his arms, his chest, and the muscles of his upper back. more stark than that are the multitude of fresh bruises painted against his skin. most are still red with how new they are, but some are starting to turn an angry purple]
. . . you've done a lot of fighting in your day.
[thanks captain obvious]
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if Bakugo realizes he's unintentionally turning Akira on, he's definitely not showing it. why? because he's got no idea! the ones on his shoulder and side seem to be puncture wounds, through and through, though the one on his chest looks as if something exploded and tore it open. ah but if the thief thinks he wants to take a more physical exploration, well...
plenty of time for that later, because Bakugo's climbing out of the pool with one hiked leg, muscles flexing, pushing himself up and trailing his second out the water behind him. where's his towel? ah, right where he left it folded on the floor. he scoops it up with a bend at the waist and swing of his arm, not bothering to dry off since they're going to shower.
it's a public hot spring, so of course he's going to cover his modest. this isn't a fucking locker room with a bath waiting. besides, the jacuzzi is mixed gender and FUCK THAT -- his mom didn't raise a pervert!
but he's still a young man and those red eyes are taking a quick glance over when Akira pulls himself out. curious about the guy's physique, considering he looks like a nerd, but has enough strength and skill to make Bakugo assume he's trained. a few scars, small ones like knife cuts or scrapes, makes him wonder what they're from, but ah, there's all the bruises. at least those will go away soon enough. gonna look like a banana in places.]
I'm a hero. [what does he think Bakugo does, write reports?]
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Of course you are.
[. . . . . .]
[cccccasually, as they make their way towards the showers]
It doesn't look bad, though.
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Hn. [that's... uh... well he accepts the compliment.] I used to think scars were a sign of loss or weakness.
[used to.]
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It's not. [picking up on the "used to" part of things means he has no reason to argue, though that doesn't stop him from offering his own perspective] It's a sign of strength.
It means you survived.
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