【 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!
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[ There is the sound of a flute nearby and a very sweet smelling scent that is both alluring and heated. If you decide to follow the sound of said flute or that sweet smelling scent, it will eventually lead to one of the cherry blossom trees. Up in a branch of the cherry blossom tree is one Wei Wuxian, dressed in black tank top and black gym shorts (and they are short), sneaker clad feet dangling off the edges of the branch. As he spots you, he gives a smile and a wave, pulling his neon pink flute away from his mouth. ]
Hi. Alpha, beta, or another omega?
[ He sniffs the air, stretching out along the branch a bit catlike and propping his chin up on his hand as he continues watching you.
Anyone who's paying attention might notice the flushed skin, the dilated eyes, and excess of scent. Oops! Looks like ya boy is going thru it. ]
two — hearts game.
[ Wei Wuxian doesn't like this game as much as the last one. When he woke up, he was in a very specific outfit that he's not sure he's happy about.
So, he'll actually be avoiding those he sees and trying to figure out a way out of this game without... you know, having to confess anything. Or talk about his feelings. Or get emotional at all. Which is great, totally! We love it here. Please save him though, because he's not about to spend weeks on this terrible VR beach. ]
three — wildcard.
[ Wei Wuxian could be found at any of the prompts, honestly! So feel free to come up with something and hit me with it. But I'll be traveling/at con this week so might be a bit slow. I aim to tag around once things settle for me though so if you don't come to me, I will hella come to you. ]
[ There is something blatantly sketchy about the initial signups for this game. Who would trust something in a place like this with a description as vague as the pitch they give at the door? It's obvious this is going to turn into some kind of sex thing, but at the same time what isn't some kind of sex thing in this resort? More importantly, this game sounds like there's a real chance for competition in a way that piques Gen's curiosity. It's rare that he can do things that scratch his need to win, so...
He signs up, and stepping into the dome makes things a lot clearer. He was right to assume it was some kind of sex thing, but the results of his assignment sit just fine with him.
There's no immediate change to his body that he can tell, having always been in pretty great shape despite the slovenly image he tries to present to the world, though a quick round with an omega, beta, or even another alpha he finds out there will tip him off pretty clearly to one big change he's dealing with. Right now though, he's on the hunt, the scent of so many other players is surprisingly thick in the air, and he's zeroing in on one in particular, moving through the thick foliage of the brushes until he pops out into a clearing, not even bother to try to be subtle as he waltzes out towards the other person. ]
How about we save us both some time, and just get down to the point of this game?
[ No introduction or pleasantries bothered with. ]
B. OMEGA (ROUND TWO)
[ After round one had seemed to work out pretty well for him, Gen had decided to go back for a round two. There was something kind of pleasing about the enhancements made to his body last time, and he figures he can earn more points and money for himself easily by giving it another go.
The problem is he was assuming he would be given the same designation, like the game just inherently understood he is meant to be an alpha.
So understand his surprise now when the game starts, he makes his way further into the playing grounds of the conservatory, and it seems like the stamp is assessing something else for him this time. He freezes as he feels the chemical changes washing over him and realizes that something is different this time... wildly... wildly different.
Gen stares down at the stamp on his hand, looking offended by something no one else can see, though people may now be able to smell on him. ]
WHAT?!
II. CLUBS
[ This game was made for Gen. While the regular training he needs to do for his job means that he doesn't have much time to play around with paintball guns, he isn't considered one of the best shots in all of Japan's anti-kaiju defense force for nothing.
The man is still fully clothed, not a single splatter of paint has gotten him so far, and has seemed to do a good job clearing out a lot of NPCs people from the game so far. He's even getting cocky as he stands out in the open stretching his arm, gun clearly not at the ready to take fire, like he's taunting people to try and hit him. ]
Man, it's been so long since I've had a chance to fire a gun, even a toy like this. Can't believe I've gotten so rusty.
[ It's not entirely untrue in some ways, but there's an obnoxious cockiness in his voice as he says it still. The asshole is definitely bragging about the fact that he hasn't gotten hit yet, like he's begging for someone who actually has proper weapons training to make him eat those words. ]
III. SPADES
[ Gen has opted for just a light wrap of dingy tape around his knuckles, his feet bare, his physique... honestly not all that impressive. Without a shirt on it is clear that he's got a lot of lean muscle on him at least, something that usually gets missed with the sort of baggy outfits he prefers, but he's still a slighter built man. Wiry muscle covering his frame doesn't necessarily look that impressive compared to some of the jacked figures entering this ring.
Still, as he stands in front of his opponent with a confident smile on his face, posture relaxed to a novice, but stance at the ready and springy to someone who has fought in these kind of arenas before, it's clear that no matter how big the person in front of him is, he's not all that concerned about it. ]
C'mon then.
[ He'll even lift of his hand and making a beckoning gesture towards himself, letting them make the first move. ]
Edited 2025-03-16 12:13 (UTC)
Hoshimi Miyabi | Zenless Zone Zero | New Character, Current Player
A. [There is a certain level of anxiety with her sword not by her side, but she tucks it away to focus on what was at hand. Want of knowing the safety of her sword and teammates will come with time as she acclimates to this new place. If she doesn't learn her new setting properly, than knowing the state of her team means naught in the end.
At the very least, the resort seems to know a girly who loves to train and skip all her paperwork, because she is particularly pleased at being thrust into the familiarity of...training her ass off.
She looks over the bat in her hands and checks the weight of it properly before taking a...defensive position? The way she centers her gravity by crouching a bit and the way she seems to hold her bat makes it look like...she's holding a sword? No, that's totally crazy.
When the baseball is pitched, her movement is quick, so quick the naked eye can't see it. As for the ball? It does not go flying, but honestly seems to be pulverized to bits. It almost looks like she was trying to cleave the ball in half.
???
She straightens up.] Is there any items that are thinner than this? The thickness slows down movement and cannot function how I want it to. [Girl.]
B. [Ears droop as she looks over the different options. Or lack of. She doesn't actually mind the nutrition pouches too bad or anything...
It's just...
There are red bean buns for desserts and she is looking at them with the saddest face. Ears sagging and while her expression seems mostly neutral, there is a hint of a very sad girl who wants to have a red bean bun.
Won't you give her one? At least before she considers just swiping one.]
II. Game Day
A. Hearts Game Here. [Miyabi suddenly drops an armful of fish in front of her partner with little to know preamble. She's a little drenched, her uniform wet from when she had been in the water. It doesn't look like she had any tools on her though.
Miyabi had carefully folded her jacket and rid herself of her boots and tights to relieve the layers and bring in some coolness. She was really just down to the shirt and skirt, sleeves rolled up. She understood the importance of not letting herself get heat stroke and to try and adjust accordingly.] I've brought us food to start cooking.
B. Clubs Game [This is a little unfair.
Perhaps you feel their presence. It's almost suffocating. Someone, or something, is following you through the course. No matter where you look though, you can't find who seems to be following. No sounds. No showing their position. Just that eerie feeling of being stalked. Very well too.
It happens in a flash though. You find yourself pinned down with the paintball gun pointed at your chest. The person holding it? A tiny fox girl with huge ears looking down at you with a steady expression. This was the apex predator following you the entire time???]
I win.
C. Spades Game [Miyabi isn't one for excessive force upon civilians or others unless necessary. It's one thing for all fun and games like the paintballing earlier, but this is a little different.
Still, she is ushered into the ring, which might be somewhat comical. She's small and petite with her ears making up much of her height. She doesn't look like someone who should be in the ring. Despite that, she is calm.
At the end of the day, she might not use excessive force, but maybe that's the best part of this. Holding back and making sure not to lose control is part of her training. Knowing the perfect amount of force to incapacitate her opponents? She can see the merit. She stands there, head held high (because that's the only tall part about her), as she regards her opponent.] I will use a suitable amount of strength. Don't worry. [What does that mean???]
III. Cool Off
[Sitting under one of the showers is Miyabi. She's seated seiza style under the fall...fully clothed?
Her eyes are closed with her hands set on her lap and she's completely still other than a stray ear flick here and there. It seems she's meditating instead of actually there to clean up. Well, there's not many places to meditate and there is something nice about sitting under the rainfall and clearing one's mind.
That, or she's just disassocating and going through her mind training montage. She does that, honestly. Either way, she doesn't moved from where she's seated under the shower stall. It seems she won't stop anyone from approaching either.]
IV. Wildcard
[I'm going to say on the get go that I'm not interested in smut threads at the time unless you really want really bad fail sex threads. I have some plans for Miyabi where I want to avoid smut at the beginning! I am open to...bad sex that just doesn't get anywhere though.
If any of these options don't work, feel free to wildcard me. You can also DM this journal and I'll be happy to get a starter for you!]
Another question for the spades game, would "Feeds on emotions through touch" be something that's suppressed? It is a 'passive' ability (alternative requirement to staying alive, like breathing, tldr; psychic vampire), but I'm unsure where the 'being a vampire' falls on the inherent abilities suppression chart.
[Not even the loudest alarm on her phone was loud enough to wake Astra up normally. Work always ran long, odd hours and intense schedules making breaks a thing to savor, and long nights like the previous night made it so that she had learned the art of being completely knocked out as soon as her head hits the pillow. Sure, this one doesn't feel nearly as soft or luxurious as the one she had back home, but sleep is sleep and it was a vice she will greedily consume. Besides, Evelyn would wake her up if she truly needed to wake up.
But even the deepest of sleepers would wake up when an unfamiliar sound penetrates their subconscious, and a sudden PHREEEEEEET of a whistle she's never heard of jostles her out of her dreams about Eous with such intensity that she jolts and screeches, flailing in panic as she gets tangled in the curtains temporarily and tumbles down the top bunk she was in.
And if you're the unlucky soul who was just standing there after waking up, well-- you're going down with her.]
BuGAAh??!?!
II. OMEGADOME - All of the boys and all of the girls wants to--
[The outfit was cute. It reminds her of one of the advertisements she modeled for, even if it was a little more impractical for sports than it should be. The meal was lackluster though for the intensity of the exercises, so Astra had decided to play by the rules of this strange place and see about ranking up. Since she couldn't contact anyone familiar, she could only do her best to keep her chin up and hope she finds answers soon.
The hunting game had been oddly mysterious, and while she wasn't much of a hunter, she figured that she could do her best in it. She was never one to back down from a challenge, after all! Besides, finding out about the rules later wasn't too different from variety shows with hidden instructions for the mystery. It made things more fun! Normally.
That was what she was thinking almost an hour ago. Now? She doesn't really think it's all that fun, not when her head was spinning with how hot her body feels, and a bulge that certain wasn't there earlier now tenting her skirt, hiding nothing for any onlookers. She's clutching onto the side of a tree with quivering legs and the pitifulness of a baby deer. A girl might need some help here.]
[Note: Astra is an Alpha for this event, and will temporarily have a dick. Open to all genders, but prefer 17+ for ages.]
III. Double's Thermo - I want your love love love, I want your love
[Finally! A break from the intensity of the dome. It was a lot to take in for her, and if Astra wasn't a professional, she might have handled it a lot less... well, professionally. It was a good thing perhaps that no one recognized her here, even if her pride took a hit at that. It won't look bad on Evelyn or her company or her friends. She doesn't have enough of those after all.
But this game seemed easy enough. Forming an emotional connection with someone was something she's always excited for, even if...the outfit she was given is far from ideal.She recognizes it, finds it disturbing that they managed to tailor fit it to her body now, that they even knew what dress it was.
Still, it wasn't going to stop her from trying her best. There was no point giving up so early.
So that means that a fellow wanderer might spot her making a determined beeline over to them, dressed in a simple white dress that seemed like it was designed for children rather than a full-grown adult, smiling confidently.]
Yoohoo! Are you busy? I'd like to have a little chat.
IV. Wildcard
[None of these working for you? Feel free to make your own prompt! You can PM me in this journal to toss ideas around.]
Nope! That would not be suppressed. As a general rule of thumb, anything like shooting fireballs or mind control would be temporarily curbed. Anything that would be an overwhelming offensive assist.
The bracelets aren’t perfect though, so if a borderline ability slips through, that’s totally fine! Sometimes Lady Luck picks a favorite.
( We apologize for the inconvenience, dear guest, but it's the only clothes we have available, they tell him. It's impressive, that even despite the killing glares and potential (although empty) threats, they don't relent at all.
Fine, then. So be it. He will walk around in a crop-top that is clearly one size too small, and 'shorts' so short that he doesn't even think it should be categorized as shorts anymore. Who gives a fuck. If anyone mentions it, or tries anything, he can deal with them himself.
He doesn't so much care for the bunks, either. Sleep to him isn't as necessary as it would be for a normal human, and though he still partakes in it nonetheless, he doesn't need a full eight hours. Which means, by the time the whistles echo across the large halls, Wanderer is long gone from the dorms.
The barracks are surprisingly large, after all, and with so many people for the staff to distract themselves with, Wanderer manages to go... mostly unnoticed. Ironic, though, that the first person to caught him skipping on practice happens to be... another guest? )
This room is occupied, ( said without any real weight to it, something more like a tasteless joke. It's a dismissal above all else, though Wanderer doesn't even really turn to look at who just opened the door, ) Go look elsewhere, or I will snitch you to the coaches.
( Like he's also not skipping anyway?? )
like a real human; content warning: potential smut
( He heard of the Cloud Dwelling Garden from word of mouth, and finally, he thought, a place that he doesn't utterly despite within this blinding cage. It's better than the last place he recalls that grew flora indoors; these are real plants, alive and not made in a lab or something. Real plants. Good. Maybe he won't hate being here so much.
Exploring the gardens eventually leads him towards the conservatory, with a particular small crowd of people and staff of the resort. A game, they announce, and Wanderer is halfway through turning on his heels when one of them pulls him by the arm, enthused and eager, saying that new guests have an exclusive invite into the Omegadome. Crazy how his life is truly just about people forcing him to do things he doesn't want to do.
So they force him inside and, he figures, surely within a conservatory there's a place to hide and just mind his business until the game is over.
What he doesn't expect is that, in spite of his body not being properly human, something still changes in it. An unfamiliar sensation, even with all the years of experimentation, this is entirely too difference. Almost as though he does actually feel like something other than —
No. That'd be presumptuous, and virtually impossible no matter what. Yet there's a heat within him that is all too different from the feeling of overheating, of his body short-circuiting. Wanderer needs not to breathe, yet when he exhales, there's a heat to it. A desire bubbling up from within his chest, piercing and all-consuming and obsessive. A desire to hunt and prey upon someone, anyone; a rut he hadn't seen coming, that he would never have expected that could affect him.
Yet instead of seeking out someone else, Wanderer tries to swallow down that intrusive feeling and walk around the conservatory, unconsciously following a particular scent. Another alpha, perhaps, or an omega, if he's... lucky? Figures, too, that he could be found, his own pheromones attracting others towards him, no matter how much he would have wanted to be left alone. )
WILDCARD & NOTES; [ wanderer is CRAU from synflux, which only really means he's more inclined to be nicer than dismissive. unless i'm interacting with a character whose player was also in synf, i'll probably just write wanderer as meeting them for the first time.
for any smut threads, please know i vastly prefer to write wanderer with a vagina. puppet made after the female form etc, it's technically not a functional vagina at all but specifically for the diamonds game, the suit will make it functional and work like... a normal human pussy i guess. puppet woes.
i also wanted to write a prompt for the hearts game but way too tired, but hearts would force him into his kabukimono outfit, which does not spark joy. if you'd like to wildcard me anything related to that, feel free. godmod him for all i care.
last but not least, feel free to pm me for any inquiries or if you'd like to plot something, i'm tots happy to write personalized starters. 🙂↕️ ]
[Wriothesley is far more prepared for this after what happened with the Springtime game last year.
That, and he isn't as terribly afflicted this time around. He has no idea what this trope is at all, but it seems like being assigned Beta isn't too bad all things considered. It certainly is better than being labeled Omega after what happened when he was forced to become a rabbit.
Wriothesley is sitting up in a tree, looking down at the scenery. Higher vantage point means he can scout around a little more. Spotting Astra struggling though, he jumps down to approach her. He's still cautious, of course, but the way she was struggling felt genuine.] Hey, you alright there? [He notes a scent, but it's not strong enough for him to be concerned at the moment.]
No offense, but you look like you aren't doing too well.
Rin Tohsaka | Fate/Stay Night | 9♣ (Current Player)
[Someone is not pleased. Her first run in the Omegadome was all she could ask for. Slotted as an Alpha she absolutely basked in her spot as "top of the food chain" and basked in the glow of others desperate for her. Even the Betas couldn't help but crumble in the palm of her hand, and that gave her a type of bliss that also fed her pride.
However this round? It's much different. This time she's been cast as an Omega, and she can already feel how different it is. Her heart pounds fast. Panic sets in, and after nervously scanning the area, she takes off. Like a fox on the run from hounds, she darts away in search of a spot to nest hide from any potential pursuers. Do you... catch her scent and give chase? Suffer from her frantic fleeing and get bodied as Rin makes a run for it? Get angry when she finds your hiding spot and tries taking it over?]
✧ 2. SPADES
(cw: blood, violence, possible dub-con/coercion in LOSS and CLAIMED scenarios)
[Tohsaka is of two minds: on one hand she loves a competition and is actually quite strong - on the other hand, she hates revealing her abilities before she's had time to observe her opponent. Which is why for the most part she'll hang out in the stands as a spectator. The night can spin out in several ways:
i.She joins the fighting, in which one can either
a. Fight her in the ring (victory or loss - both available) b. Catch her resting after a match, bloody and bruised
ii.Spectating Rin is claimed, and the options are
a. Your character claiming her (she'll oblige, albeit reluctantly, to avoid being labeled as a coward) b. Your character telling an NPC attempting to claim her to fuck off
No matter what happens, she is likely to endure whatever comes to pass just so she can continue her assessment of her fellow guests. As a mage she was brought up to be solitary and suspicious, so her default is to assume anyone might be an enemy at some point. She views this as a very important opportunity that she refuses to ruin.]
✧ 3. WILDCARD
[Info/Kink List | I'm also interested in getting wildcarded or writing custom starters for: BEAK: Training Field, HEARTS GAME: Romantic Scenario Pusher, LOCKER ROOMS: Amenities. I'm also willing to open up Rin as an Alpha for the Diamonds Game, however this is only available for prior CR unless you're interested in an Alpha/Alpha scene. PM me if you have any questions or want to discuss a scenario before tagging in!]
[ normally, ishmael is the type to get up early and put in some crunches -- for once, she's liking the theme the resort decided on thus far. but only because of one certain thing that she wasn't able to have in her lame-ass capsule room...
which is why today, she's thinking of skipping training too! gasp. looks like she won't be getting away with it though, not with the new guy in the way. she frowns as she crosses her heavily-tatted arms together, staring at him with her usual dour look. also idk where to put this but she's without her signature headband, so. ]
Says the guy who's also skipping training. Also, that's hardly threatening. You sound like you're going to tell my own parents on me...
[ Confusion greets Till the moment his eyes open. This feeling isn't new. Still dazed, he rises to his feet, taking a moment to survey his surroundings, leaving him to question why there are so many others in this space. The buzzing of the Watch is a minor distraction, but his only reaction is to attempt to rip it off his wrist without success. Feeling overwhelmed, he cannot help but back away until he finds a place to settle in. He needs a moment to think, away from everyone and all this.
Unfortunately, the bunk beds only provide minimal privacy. The curtains can't do much about the noise, but they provide a visual separation. It has to be enough for now. He will keep them closed, yet despite stubbornly refusing to engage with anything beyond the curtain of thin cloth, Till knows he cannot infinitely ignore everything.
That's impossible.
And yet, despite his understanding that he cannot ignore what is happening when the time comes and the whistle blows, he stays put. He can hear the coaches beckoning the guests to go to the field. He won't be doing that. As the time ticks away, he remains where he is. He may be unable to shun everything, but he will refuse to do whatever they want. Besides, some of the stuff they're saying sounds weird.
Finally, 0615 hits, making him one of the guests marked as a gopher for the game. Not that it means anything to him. No matter the prompting, the coaches won't get him to do a thing. Even draining his few chips does not affect him, nor do their yells or threats.
Getting creative, the coaches find a fellow guest to help motivate Till. Welcome. Instead of punishing Till for disobedience, his brand new gopher buddy will receive a penalty. After a short and brief explanation, the coaches leave the two to figure out how teamwork makes the dream work.
Honestly, Till should be grateful to have the help. The once-over gives no hint of this or that he should also be thankful for his own modest gym outfit. ]
Fuck off.
( ooc: make the punishment anything. maybe draining chips, a shock from the watch... whatever your heart desires. )
diamonds game
That's not my fucking signature!
[ Till's words are clear despite being rifed with frustration. Soon, he slams his hand down on the sheet of paper with his supposed signature scribbled across it. The game manager looks apologetic; however, they still insist that Till must participate.
Without a clue about what will happen, he hesitates to take the path of least resistance and go along with any of this. Knowing would have the same results. Adamant in his refusal, finding these humans ridiculous in their persistence, he soon gets a bright idea. There is a way to prove he did not sign that thing, and he won't have to do any of this. Snatching a pen from the manager's desk, Till quickly signs a sheet, seemingly all too pleased with himself. With this, he can show the obvious difference between his signature and the forgery.
Holding up the signed sheet, he expects to be excused and allowed to go off on his way, but the manager instead thanks him for participating in the event. ]
What...?
[ This time, there is no waiting for Till to refuse to take part in this event. Two very burly looking front desk managers who are probably not managers at all grab him and stamp his hand before they cart him off to the conservatory where he is tossed inside without a care. Landing face first, he doesn't have the chance to try to escape as the door is soon shut. Hitting the ground with his fists does nothing except allow him to vent his anger. ]
This fucking sucks.
[ Once he begins tearing at the grass, there is an announcement over the sound system asking him to stop causing damage to the conservatory, but it is obvious he isn't listening as he looks at the clumps of grass in his hands. ]
This stuff is real...
hearts game
[ What a wretched place! His moodiness does not allow him to appreciate how much freedom he has as he seeks refuge from the crowds. It simply feels suffocating, which explains why he makes the mistake of ducking into Chickadees. All he is met here is with more lights and sounds. His first instinct is to turn back, but by this point, he has caught an employee's attention. Blocking his path to the exit with a pitch that does nothing to convince Till to enter one of the pods; in fact, he looks at it with complete abhorrence. Till only knows one thing: he won't be getting into the pod.
With that in mind, he attempts to push past the employee.
There is some success as he manages to push them back and land a hit; however, before he can raise a fist to hit again, two more employees appear to assist. Knowing well that three may be too much for him, although not pleased with the idea, he decides it is best to make a break for it now. He won't get to the exit. Instead of focusing on his pursuers, he should look where he is going.
Ultimately, he runs right into another guest, propelling them into an open pod. A fourth employee happily closes the lid, taking all the credit for such hard work...
There is little time to consider what he collided against, and only the sensation of being submerged in some fluid is felt. It's not entirely new for him, but he fades out before stress and anger settle in. ]
(a). [ The heat from the bright sunlight makes him quickly attempt to shield his eyes as they flutter open. Till, the first to wake, looks down at himself, and his eyes show obvious disbelief. These clothes are from back then. The shirt he sprayed painted, the red pants, and he even has that stupid collar. Looking down at his still unconscious companion, he half-heartedly kicks some sand on them as if testing whether they're real. Or any of this is. He can certainly feel the heat of the day and the coarse sand against his toes. ]
(b). [ Rather than wake his companion or make any attempts to interact with them even in the most minimal way, Till sits on the sand gaze lost staring into the horizon and clothes too dark to comfortable for someone to be out on a beach during a hot summer's day. It's obvious he isn't going to be checking his Watch for instructions despite its incessant buzzing or doing much of anything. He is making himself a liability here. ]
clubs game
[ By this point, Till should show more caution rather than continuously forging ahead in search of some form of familiarity in this bizarre place. That's how he ends up at the Cloaca & Dagger, being shoved into gear for some game he doesn't understand. Rather than concern himself with other players or the game's dangers, he stands out in the open, ripping off the mask from his face before tossing it on the ground. He does not want to do this! No one can make him! But he also sees a reality he does not like.
Finally feeling a little self-conscious, he can't help but look around.
The Watch buzzes. He ignores it. By now, he should get a hint and know he should check it for instructions. Instead, he starts walking around in search of an exit. Or he does suppose he could talk to one of the other humans being made to play these games... ]
(a). [ It's then that he sees her. Here in the gloom, it seems she is also here in this strange place being forced to entertain someone or thing or whatever. This is not what he wishes for her. However, he can't help but smile brightly. She can easily renew his hope; she is salve on his heart, the most beautiful woman in the universe. Bright and cheerful as he remembers her... Wait... Yet he still runs towards her, reaching a hand out. ]
Mizi!
(b). [ This is not real!
This isn't the first time he has seen a familiar figure; only this one fills him with anguish and despair. He steps back slowly, holding the paint gun in a way it wasn't intended for, threatening to swing it any moment. Maybe. His hands shake; he is not fully committed to violence. ]
Stay back!
spades game
[ Neither opting to spectate or participate, Till stands in front of the message written on the wall. Each rule is silently read until he arrives at the very last one. Reaching out, he tries to smear the words, which is probably a mistake. One, he is completely unsuccessful in his attempt, and two, he catches the attention of one of the game runners who is ready to throw him into whatever the fuck goes on here.
Grabbing the nearest guest by the arm, after a second's hesitation, Till quickly and loudly declares. ]
I'm with them.
[ He's not, but... it probably beats whatever is happening here? Yet he is only gingerly touching them, facing away, trying to keep physical contact to the minimum. Does the game runner buy it? Well, if he has to do this thing happening here, he won't have to do it alone. ]
beverage bar
[ The endless options means he cannot settle on a single drink to try out. There are far too many choices. He has to pick the right one. The best one. Which one is that? Speaking more himself, he is stressing out over a drink. ]
Which one should I drink!?!
( ooc: if anyone wants a individualized starter pm me, also please check my opt out post )
G'raha couldn't remember the last time he woke up somewhere wholly unfamiliar, and this small... bunk? Well, it was leagues away from the comfort of his quarters in the Baldesion Annex, and didn't smell like old books and the stale piece of Archon loaf from a few days prior. The next puzzling thing had been the sudden change of clothing. Gone were just comfortably cozy pajamas, adorned with chocobos; instead there was something odd, and black, and mostly see-through that barely went past his nipples. His senses weren't screaming at him that he was in danger, so he sat up just enough to glance down at himself only for his suspicions to be confirmed: his lower extremities were only covered in what could scarcely be called shorts, they were so, well, short. His ears flattened against his head in shock-- just where had his pajamas gone? Moreover, where were his clothes?
He peeked around the edge of the curtain that separated his bunk from the outside, feline pupils quickly slitted against the change in light. He could hear his tail anxiously batting against the bedlinens while he took stock of the situation beyond his temporary enclosure, and... wait, what was that beeping sound? It took a long moment for him to look at his wrist, and a quiet sound of confused wonder parted his lips at the text he read there. This place was technologically advanced, then, far more than where and when he'd come from.
By the time he finally eased out of his bunk and toward the field, it was well past 0615 hours, and he was told of his assignment for the day. Being a gopher suited him just fine, helping others was his bread and butter! The only physical activity he'd ever excelled at was archery, but it had been an age since he'd practiced it. As the day went on, he found it was easier to ignore what he was wearing, as most of the others present were in similar states.
Sometime after the second 'meal' break, he made the rounds to hand out water. To the next person that said yes, he offered out a chilled bottle with a smile. "Here you are, then. Even a bookworm such as myself knows that hydration is important."
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ɪɪ.) ᴏᴍᴇɢᴀᴅᴏᴍᴇ: ʜᴜɴᴛɪɴɢ ɢᴀᴍᴇ
(cw: omegaverse tropes)
Of all of the games, this one had seemed the most intriguing, at least from the outside. While he was missing out on the chance to venture to a land most of the populace was scarcely aware of, the thought of spending time in somewhere lush and green was something of a balm to his spirit, even in such an unfamiliar place. Hunting was something he had spent his formative years learning, back in Corvos, and while he doubted he'd find a bow, this sort of thing was in his blood.
Or at least, that was what he thought before he'd signed a waiver, stepped inside, and had the contraption on his wrist beep at him once more. A sex game? What?! Even after so long, he clearly remembered his first (and only) time being intimate with someone, a hushed, fumbling affair deep in the shelves of the Noumenon on the eve of earning his Archon marks... The sound of a branch snapping in the distance made his ears twitch and broke him out of his reverie, while his tail lashed in annoyance behind him.
By the Twelve, just was sort of place had he woken up in?
He shook his head briefly, then stretched out his hands-- perhaps it might be a good idea to find a tree to climb. But he'd scarcely begun to slink around the outer edge of the dome when he felt something in him shift. His senses were already heightened when compared to a Hyur, but suddenly the scents he'd been vaguely aware of hung thick in the air. Even his own, he realized with a start. He smelled... sweet? His mind raced through all that he'd studied about the mating tendencies of other species and while that admittedly wasn't much, he knew what it meant.
He was an omega, and he was the prey.
His first instinct was to take off at a run, but that would only draw more attention. Instead, he kept his easy walking pace, began to angle further into the dome. His hopes of hiding up a tree were dashed at the sound of another twig snapping-- this time much, much closer. He whirled toward the source of the sound, hands held up defensively.
"Who goes there?" he demanded, and found he disliked the way his nostrils flared to catch the stranger's scent just after he finished speaking.
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ɪɪɪ.) ᴡɪʟᴅᴄᴀʀᴅ
(G'raha's info, permissions, and kink list can be found here! Interested in all of the Locker Rooms activities, as well, especially given that most everything will be a new experience to him. Have anything else in mind? Let's do it! Feel free to PM here or hit me up on Plurk if you want to discuss anything prior to doing so. ♥)
Edited ((Forgor a whole word there dang)) 2025-03-16 12:01 (UTC)
[A strange new world this may be, Childe hasn't wasted time investigating everything it has to offer, so much as he's allowed free range within the resort. It has become quite clear to him that a majority of it is centered on — well, sex and intimacy, through the House's mainstay of game playing. He doesn't yet understand what all of those games involve, but it's clear the guests here look forward to participation. So naturally, when he comes upon a place of beautiful greenery and is unable to get inside without joining in, the decision is obvious. After all, he does want to explore.
The stamp, the breezy thoroughfare into sprawling gardens and vegetable patches, the warm pooling lights under a dusk sky... If it is meant to challenge his senses, he can see how. His own feel sharpened more than he's accustomed outside combat, and it isn't until he reaches an empty patio under a white-latticed pavilion to find the familiar, small, dark-haired individual that he realizes the scale of physical change. And he realizes he had headed in only one direction, since the beginning.
They're standing several feet apart, separated by a field of flowers thick with wheeling butterflies. Childe lifts his head and sniffs the air, an animalistic gesture that seems to come naturally to him in the moment, picking out one scent mixed into many fragrant others.]
It's you. [The one who called himself 'Wanderer', in that other world, LILITH's base far and removed from this new terrain.] We must have arrived together. I'm sorry to have missed you until now.
[Bro, stop being insane...]
Ah, you must have been who I was tracking. Do you also sense it?
Aurelia Sharr| Golarion (Pathfinder: Wrath of the Righteous)| New player!
Character notes + PermissionsBehold, Aurelia Sharr! From the setting of Pathfinder: Wrath of the Righteous, Aurelia is a wizard and a dhampir of the vetala-kin variant. Meaning she feeds on emotions and memories through touch and other ‘acts of intimacy’. She has an Aura Sight that lets her see people’s emotions as colorful glows surrounding them, and blood is her favorite drug.
Physical notes - Aurelia is 4’10 without her heels on (shooting up to 5’ in them), has extremely pale skin and similarly colored hair, and her red eyes glow in varying shades of brightness depending on how intense her emotions are!
Limits- I’m down for just about anything, but for anything veering into the ‘non-consent’ territory give me a DM or send me a private plurk at Morgana9971/ first!
Kinks- Preference include but are not limited too: Bloodplay, Hypnosis, Soft Intimacy, Shower Sex.
Beak - 1 Arrival
Aurelia’s eyes snap open, the faint red glow cast around the barracks, taking in the familiar stone walls and the polished met-…
This isn’t the barracks she’s expecting. These aren’t full of soldiers ready to die against the demon’s armies. These aren’t the uncomfortable slabs that they sleep on (though they aren’t much better), she isn’t even supposed to be in the barracks? How did she get -
These aren’t her clothes? The tight tube top and shorts bearing her pale skin to the world!
Aurelia can be found angrily hunting around for someone who looks like they have some idea of what’s going on. Or even more frustrated as she tries to explain to the ‘coaches’ that no she isn’t interested in training, it wouldn’t do anything for her, and can they please tell her where she is?
Help a girl out won’t you?
Diamonds Game - OTA
When in Cheliax, do as the Chelaxians do. Once she’s over the initial shock of being somewhere else, doing something utterly strange, she’ll adapt. It beats killing demons and being surrounded by religious fanatics who want to kill her, so she’ll sign up without a second thought. Why not right?
It can’t possibly be worse than the demons.
So when she gets the notification to the ‘watch’, she greets it with a vaguely offended huff and then a shrug. Utterly improper, but it’s what she signed up for, so she’ll play just one round. She doubts that their strange magic can actually affect her, so she may even be going into the game with an advantage, a clear mind.
The beta mark tingling on her skin thirty minutes later puts rest to that idea, as does the rush of purely physical ‘heat’ that skips through her veins and leaves a faint blush on her cheeks. She’s never actually been ‘aroused’ before, and even with her soul suppressing some of the emotional hit she still can’t help but look around with wide eyes before vanishing between the trees.
[F/F preferred but open to F/m for this one, any and all parts accepted! She’ll probably make you chase her for a bit though ;)]
Hearts Game - Double Thermos!
They don’t have to sell her too hard on it. As an expert on both illusion magic and a student of boundaries, this is too interesting for her to really pass up on. She’ll clamber in, and let the water’s fill up without a single hint of resistance.
Yet arriving on a deserted beach in a full dress is hardly the most comforting of occasions, nor are the heels she’s forced to ditch a couple steps into the sands. The command to ‘double up’ is something she has no idea how to handle. But the true struggle is the damned sun burning down on her and making her feel nauseous, dazed, confused. She flees for the nearest cover, either vegetation or shack, and collapses as soon as she finds a decent patch of shade to hide in.
Locker room - Bath time
It’s been a long day, no a really really long day. Aurelia hasn’t had to ‘exert’ herself so much in decades, possibly never in her long life, and all she wants is to feel clean. She’s vanishing into the showers as fast as she can and cranking up the water pressure as high as she can.
And there she stands, nearly motionless, gaze turned up into the spray as it pours over her petite frame. The look in her glowing red eyes is one of exhaustion, yet should someone approach she’ll slowly turn and lock those eyes on the new arrival, exhaustion replaced with hunger. Her mouth parts, fangs glinting in the light, and she calls out …
“Hello there, something catch your eye?”
Wildcard
[Aurelia can also be found skulking around in The Club Game, or specating fights in the Spades game, if those call to you. Otherwise feel free to hit me up for any other ideas you might have! Can be found on plurk or responding to DM' ]
o1 — sweat it out (cw. potential smut, violence, etc)
i. DIAMONDS GAME [ it's a hunting game, that's what he's told, but it's never been clear what they're meant to "hunt" (hunting for sexual encounters isn't exactly a hunting game) and phainon is starting to get warm.
it isn't so much the climate of the dome, the weather as soothing as okhema's mild weather. but phainon is starting to have heat flashes anyway, feeling feverish as he leans against a nearby cherry tree, panting softly. tempting as it is to jump into one of the nearby pools, he's certain it's not any different from jumping into one of the ponds around okhema, so he refrains from doing so.
instead, he follows a sweet, alluring scent in the gardens, eventually coming up with its source. ]
My apologies if I disturbed you. [ he's friendly, at least, almost puppy-like, and he won't approach if he senses hostility. ] I was following a scent, and it led me here.
ii. HEARTS GAME [ the romantic scenario pusher decides to start working overtime for phainon, not because he's inept at making connections (he's not, he's better than most of the chrysos heirs at making connections) but because he's inept instead at romance. the ai knows what his proclivities are, his inclinations and triggers, and puts him to work overtime.
in fact, it also puts to work his companion by trapping them both in a cave with very little provisions, an unusual storm raging outside. at the very least, it's still daylight (or so it seems, the virtual sun still high up in the sky) and there's still time for them to gather supplies before it goes dark. ]
Stay here, it'll be safer.
[ he offers them a bright smile and his garishly purple tunic, surprisingly dry despite the deluge. ] I'll head out there and find ourselves supplies and something to eat.
iii. SPADES GAME [ brawling! a game in his comfort zone, for once.
phainon's going to be the first to jump into the fray when it comes to fighting or sparring, eager to test his strength and mettle against other residents of this world. and unlike those who have been randomly picked, he's very much enthusiastic about this game, challenging every one called onto the ring for a match against him. he'll taunt both fighter and non-fighter all the same, taking up a defensive fighting stance for the most part (arms up for protection, feet firmly planted on the ground), but the latter will always get a gentler treatment.
or at least, one where he doesn't knock them out cold right at once so they can surrender gracefully. ]
Come at me.
[ picking a "prize" from the audience is a little tricky, however, one that phainon finds a little unsettling. he glances over the crowd, meeting a pair of eyes. ]
How about that person? If they're willing, of course.
o2 — hit the showers
[ if there's one thing phainon (and all the amphoreans) are fond of, it's certainly the baths. there's something familiar about finding a room with all of the amenities he needs to bathe and frolick in the water after an entire day's worth of working out. and while it isn't the classic baths he's known and loved back in his world, this world, well ... it has its own charm. kind of.
one might find him try nearly every single amenity there is: the rainfall shower (which he finds nice and soothing), the massage showers (to tend to his sore muscles, you might even hear him moaning), the jacuzzi, even the— ]
Whoa!
[ that's him loudly expressing his surprise at the ice bath. it's certainly colder than the cold baths back in amphoreus and he can already feel his muscles seizing at the shock of cold. still, he laughs, because why won't he laugh because this is a brand-new experience and something he's already enjoying despite the chattering of his teeth. ]
Ahaha, these hosts have really outdone themselves in providing everything. [ a beat, and then, to whoever is in the same pool as him: ] ... How long should one intend to stay in this ice plunge again?
o3 — wildcard
[ i'm always down for custom starters/prompts, feel free to pm if you have an idea in mind! in the diamonds game, phainon is an alpha but i'm down for him being an omega too o/ ]
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