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TDM 01: TAKE 2

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【 Thank you for choosing the Golden Peacock, 5-Star Resort and Casino. You are currently registered as a WILDCARD in our system.
Unfortunately, due to high demand during the holiday season, we are temporarily unable to check you in to your reserved room. We deeply apologize for the inconvenience. We have arranged for a temporary room while we work on processing your reservation as quickly as possible. We appreciate your understanding during this time.
As a token of our appreciation we have issued 4 CLOTHING VOUCHERS and 4 FOOD VOUCHERS to your account that can be used at many of our locations. Complimentary chips have also been applied to your bank account.
You will be notified as soon as your reservation has been processed. Your comfort and happiness are our utmost priority. We sincerely hope you enjoy your stay. 】

EVENS
EVENS
Soft. Warm. Cozy.
The beep of the Watch is gentle, a considerately low sound when rousing newly arrived wildcards while a small vibration tickles the wrist. Satin sheets slide with the lazy stretch of legs. Bedding shuffles. The room is a comfortable temperature but … for some reason, it’s maybe a touch too warm? And cramped?
As characters rouse from their slumber (or otherwise blink into awareness) they will find that they are now in a shitty resort room. They have been temporarily allocated a rank 2 suite. These suites are small and the twin bed takes up the majority of the space inside. Walkable area is minuscule. There is no decor or window. All characters are naked, wearing only a white terrycloth robe knotted at the waist. No details are given other than the above message and a follow-up message explaining GAME 52.
But perhaps that’s not the most alarming part.
They’re not alone.
All characters will find themselves waking up in pairs. Not only have they woken up in an entirely unknown place, they are pressed up against and/or are cuddling what may potentially be a total stranger. Even if a pair is lucky enough to know one other ... pretty awkward waking up together like this, isn't it?
Due to holiday overbooking all characters are required to share a room while the backlog of reservations are processed. Some of these rank 2 suites may even have three temporary residents if you’re feeling spicy.
The resort is truly sorry that they overbooked during the holiday season. This is unprecedented. They have never before seen the house bring in so many new guests at once. Without even a heads up for the staff. It’s like being middle management isn’t worth it! For the sake of avoiding headaches and customer complaints, wildcards will find that each room has an included a gift basket as an apology for the inconvenience.
Wildcards that explore outside will find staff running around like frenzied hens. These employees will encourage wildcards to go wash up in the bathroom, a communal space with plenty of free supplies for newcomers. The communal bathroom is a clean area with multiple open showers, sinks, and water closets. Wildcards will find shelves stocked with basic toiletries and clean towels. They will also find other general bathroom amenities available for use like hair dryers, face masks, scrub brushes, combs, razors, toothbrushes, q-tips, and so on.
All facilities inside the communal bathroom aside from the toilets are open concept and there is no separation based on gender (or anything else). Everyone is expected to share.
Some of the staff will pity these poor new guests that have had their reservations pushed out. They will show characters the way to one of the small supply closets that are used by cleaning staff. The closet is small but fully stocked with linens, extra toiletries, pillows, robes, slippers, and yellow Golden Peacock tracksuits in a full range of sizes. They will encourage wildcards to take whatever they want before running off again.
But those that aren’t careful might find themselves in an interesting predicament.
Wildcards will find that the hallways of the basement are chilly and narrow. Heading to the end of the hallway will reveal a stairwell where they can ascend to check out the main resort. Welcome to the Golden Peacock!
The beep of the Watch is gentle, a considerately low sound when rousing newly arrived wildcards while a small vibration tickles the wrist. Satin sheets slide with the lazy stretch of legs. Bedding shuffles. The room is a comfortable temperature but … for some reason, it’s maybe a touch too warm? And cramped?
As characters rouse from their slumber (or otherwise blink into awareness) they will find that they are now in a shitty resort room. They have been temporarily allocated a rank 2 suite. These suites are small and the twin bed takes up the majority of the space inside. Walkable area is minuscule. There is no decor or window. All characters are naked, wearing only a white terrycloth robe knotted at the waist. No details are given other than the above message and a follow-up message explaining GAME 52.
But perhaps that’s not the most alarming part.
They’re not alone.
All characters will find themselves waking up in pairs. Not only have they woken up in an entirely unknown place, they are pressed up against and/or are cuddling what may potentially be a total stranger. Even if a pair is lucky enough to know one other ... pretty awkward waking up together like this, isn't it?
Due to holiday overbooking all characters are required to share a room while the backlog of reservations are processed. Some of these rank 2 suites may even have three temporary residents if you’re feeling spicy.
The resort is truly sorry that they overbooked during the holiday season. This is unprecedented. They have never before seen the house bring in so many new guests at once. Without even a heads up for the staff. It’s like being middle management isn’t worth it! For the sake of avoiding headaches and customer complaints, wildcards will find that each room has an included a gift basket as an apology for the inconvenience.
Wildcards that explore outside will find staff running around like frenzied hens. These employees will encourage wildcards to go wash up in the bathroom, a communal space with plenty of free supplies for newcomers. The communal bathroom is a clean area with multiple open showers, sinks, and water closets. Wildcards will find shelves stocked with basic toiletries and clean towels. They will also find other general bathroom amenities available for use like hair dryers, face masks, scrub brushes, combs, razors, toothbrushes, q-tips, and so on.
All facilities inside the communal bathroom aside from the toilets are open concept and there is no separation based on gender (or anything else). Everyone is expected to share.
Some of the staff will pity these poor new guests that have had their reservations pushed out. They will show characters the way to one of the small supply closets that are used by cleaning staff. The closet is small but fully stocked with linens, extra toiletries, pillows, robes, slippers, and yellow Golden Peacock tracksuits in a full range of sizes. They will encourage wildcards to take whatever they want before running off again.
But those that aren’t careful might find themselves in an interesting predicament.
Wildcards will find that the hallways of the basement are chilly and narrow. Heading to the end of the hallway will reveal a stairwell where they can ascend to check out the main resort. Welcome to the Golden Peacock!
ODDS
ODDS
A bird cries in the distance. Water beads trickle down chilled flesh. Itch itch itch—something pokes your bare ass.
The beep of the Watch is as gentle as it was for the new arrivals that didn’t wake up on the cold hard ground but the sound blends into the rustle of leaves and the gurgle of the river. Unlike their luckier colleagues, some wildcards have unexpectedly woken up in the middle of lush vegetation. Oops! That was a miscalculation. No details are given other than the above message and a follow-up message explaining GAME 52.
Wildcards that wake up in the Vale will be completely naked and without a resort robe to cover up. Lost amid thick bushes, mushroom clusters, and towering trees, it doesn't feel like they're in a resort at all. Isn't this a rainforest? By all accounts, this is a rainforest.
Those that wake in the Vale will have to make their way through the rainforest to find the exit. Really, so unexpected! This was not what we had in our system at all. It must be overloaded from high demand. Our apologies. Please don't complain.
Laughter rings throughout the forest. Footsteps echo. Branches snap. There are other people around aside from you naked newbies. If eavesdropped upon, wildcards may pick up on what these guests are cawing about. It sounds like they’re playing some kind of game.
Wildcards that wake up in the Vale may unwittingly stumble into one of the resort’s popular roleplaying games: Sexy Hunter 💕 and 💕 Sexier Prey.
There are numerous booby traps set around the forest. The goal of the game is to trap your prey and take them home for kinky fun and these guests weren't expecting newbies to suddenly drop in! The traps won’t hurt anyone but they will put them in some embarrassing positions.
After braving the elements and surviving booby traps, these wildcards may finally find civilization. The lounge pagoda where many of the long-standing guests are hanging out and enjoying drinks is comfortable and connected to a bathroom where characters can themselves clean up. In contrast to the naked muddy wildcards, the guests on the pagoda are dressed in trendy and elaborate clothing.
They stare at the newly arrived nude wildcards before breaking into shouts of glee and approval.
“Yes, brilliant idea, it’s a naked party! Whoohoo! Come on everyone. Take your clothes off. All of them! Naked party, naked party, naked party!”
These NPCs will shed their clothing and begin to skinnydip in the pools and river. They will chase each other—and wildcards! Wildcards will find themselves surrounded by an orgy. They will encourage wildcards to join in on the fun and offer them food and drink to get into the mood.
Wildcards will find the exit out to the central hub and elevator bank behind the pagoda. Welcome to the Golden Peacock!
The beep of the Watch is as gentle as it was for the new arrivals that didn’t wake up on the cold hard ground but the sound blends into the rustle of leaves and the gurgle of the river. Unlike their luckier colleagues, some wildcards have unexpectedly woken up in the middle of lush vegetation. Oops! That was a miscalculation. No details are given other than the above message and a follow-up message explaining GAME 52.
Wildcards that wake up in the Vale will be completely naked and without a resort robe to cover up. Lost amid thick bushes, mushroom clusters, and towering trees, it doesn't feel like they're in a resort at all. Isn't this a rainforest? By all accounts, this is a rainforest.
Those that wake in the Vale will have to make their way through the rainforest to find the exit. Really, so unexpected! This was not what we had in our system at all. It must be overloaded from high demand. Our apologies. Please don't complain.
Laughter rings throughout the forest. Footsteps echo. Branches snap. There are other people around aside from you naked newbies. If eavesdropped upon, wildcards may pick up on what these guests are cawing about. It sounds like they’re playing some kind of game.
Wildcards that wake up in the Vale may unwittingly stumble into one of the resort’s popular roleplaying games: Sexy Hunter 💕 and 💕 Sexier Prey.
There are numerous booby traps set around the forest. The goal of the game is to trap your prey and take them home for kinky fun and these guests weren't expecting newbies to suddenly drop in! The traps won’t hurt anyone but they will put them in some embarrassing positions.
After braving the elements and surviving booby traps, these wildcards may finally find civilization. The lounge pagoda where many of the long-standing guests are hanging out and enjoying drinks is comfortable and connected to a bathroom where characters can themselves clean up. In contrast to the naked muddy wildcards, the guests on the pagoda are dressed in trendy and elaborate clothing.
They stare at the newly arrived nude wildcards before breaking into shouts of glee and approval.
These NPCs will shed their clothing and begin to skinnydip in the pools and river. They will chase each other—and wildcards! Wildcards will find themselves surrounded by an orgy. They will encourage wildcards to join in on the fun and offer them food and drink to get into the mood.
Wildcards will find the exit out to the central hub and elevator bank behind the pagoda. Welcome to the Golden Peacock!
NOTES
PROMPT NOTES
▶ Characters will wake up in either a rank 2 room or in the Vale. We ask that you pick one arrival for your character for consistency sake. If you can't choose we suggest using an RNG and letting it pick evens or odds.
▶ Characters in the Vale do have a room assignment as well. They can eventually find their way there after their journey, the poor things.
▶ All characters have been issued four food and four clothing vouchers. These vouchers are as good as money around the resort.
▶ Players should mod random NPCs as they like.
▶ All subprompts are suggestions. We encourage players to get creative! Do whatever your little hearts desire.
▶ Characters in the Vale do have a room assignment as well. They can eventually find their way there after their journey, the poor things.
▶ All characters have been issued four food and four clothing vouchers. These vouchers are as good as money around the resort.
▶ Players should mod random NPCs as they like.
▶ All subprompts are suggestions. We encourage players to get creative! Do whatever your little hearts desire.

MAIN LOBBY
MAIN LOBBY
The Peacock is buzzing with excitement! The massive main lobby is especially spectacular with golden streamers, dazzling lanterns, glittering ornaments, and cheerful music. There doesn’t seem to be one particular holiday being celebrated with the general theme being winter and holiday. An amalgamate like this resort simply couldn’t select one thing and had to go for everything (more is always better). The hallways and aisles are packed with streams of guests in ostentatious outfits. One can’t swing a cat without hitting someone*.
*No cats were harmed in the making of this TDM. We love cats.
There are sprigs of mistletoe above many of the hallways and doors. Surprisingly, the mistletoe have no supernatural abilities whatsoever, but guests that spy two people beneath the mistletoe together will point and demand they kiss. It’s tradition. Don’t be a downer during the festive season. Succumb to the peer pressure.
Hallways are also decorated with vases of poinsettia flowers. Nothing is amiss about these flowers during day hours, but during late night hours they will pick themselves up and trade vases with each other.
They are polite flowers and try to change when there are no guests around but don’t always manage to do it discreetly. Wildcards may notice something gold glinting in the roots of the scrambling poinsettias. Wildcards who manage to grab these flowers and comb through their roots can collect a simple gold ring (along with shivers of, iyaaaa, we just met, so bold).
Birdbucks is likewise getting into the winter spirit. Despite there being no weather in the resort they are offering seasonal hot drinks! Prices aren’t any cheaper than usual but the quality is better than their standard coffee. They are offering four new delicious new flavors: Buttered Honey Rum Coffee, Peppermint Mocha, Gingerbread Cinnamon Latte, and Rainbow Cookie Cappuccino.
These drinks won’t do anything other than make one wired from all the caffeine, but guests are encouraged to enjoy them around one of the fireplaces set up throughout the main hallways. Many people are snuggling up to the fire while nursing a Birdbucks drink and telling stories. A great way to get to know your fellow guests! Each fireplace is surrounded with festive cushions, beanbags, pillows, and blankets.
"Have you all heard about the Peacock’s annual wish tradition? No? I’m an old-timer around here, let me tell you … see those little jars hanging amongst the lights? You’re supposed to write down your heart’s desire on a piece of paper and stick it into the jar. Then, take a match and light it on fire. They say if you do that you’ll get your desire within the next 12 months. Me? I’m wishing for an older babe, a high rank babe, to become my sugar momma… what, doing it together with someone? Sure. They say that if you do it with someone you’ll have a fated connection forevermore. So don’t do it with someone you don’t like, hah!"
Wildcards will find that that loud guest isn’t lying. Many small glass jars hang alongside the fairy lights and there are multiple tables with paper, pens, and matches.
Guests are scribbling down their desires and stuffing them into the jars, watching with glee as the lit paper crumbles to ash. Couples who put their desires in the same jar are said to have a fated connection forever after so many couples can be found following the tradition. Nothing happens right away ... but who knows? It may prove to be true later.
*No cats were harmed in the making of this TDM. We love cats.
There are sprigs of mistletoe above many of the hallways and doors. Surprisingly, the mistletoe have no supernatural abilities whatsoever, but guests that spy two people beneath the mistletoe together will point and demand they kiss. It’s tradition. Don’t be a downer during the festive season. Succumb to the peer pressure.
Hallways are also decorated with vases of poinsettia flowers. Nothing is amiss about these flowers during day hours, but during late night hours they will pick themselves up and trade vases with each other.
They are polite flowers and try to change when there are no guests around but don’t always manage to do it discreetly. Wildcards may notice something gold glinting in the roots of the scrambling poinsettias. Wildcards who manage to grab these flowers and comb through their roots can collect a simple gold ring (along with shivers of, iyaaaa, we just met, so bold).
Birdbucks is likewise getting into the winter spirit. Despite there being no weather in the resort they are offering seasonal hot drinks! Prices aren’t any cheaper than usual but the quality is better than their standard coffee. They are offering four new delicious new flavors: Buttered Honey Rum Coffee, Peppermint Mocha, Gingerbread Cinnamon Latte, and Rainbow Cookie Cappuccino.
These drinks won’t do anything other than make one wired from all the caffeine, but guests are encouraged to enjoy them around one of the fireplaces set up throughout the main hallways. Many people are snuggling up to the fire while nursing a Birdbucks drink and telling stories. A great way to get to know your fellow guests! Each fireplace is surrounded with festive cushions, beanbags, pillows, and blankets.
Wildcards will find that that loud guest isn’t lying. Many small glass jars hang alongside the fairy lights and there are multiple tables with paper, pens, and matches.
Guests are scribbling down their desires and stuffing them into the jars, watching with glee as the lit paper crumbles to ash. Couples who put their desires in the same jar are said to have a fated connection forever after so many couples can be found following the tradition. Nothing happens right away ... but who knows? It may prove to be true later.
RED CARDINAL
RED CARDINAL
Those looking to escape from the crowds will find respite in Red Cardinal. Despite being busier than usual, this particular bar remains serene with guests calmly enjoying food and drink. The decorations are minimal with a few red hanging paper lanterns. The proprietress, a handsome woman in her forties, works the bar while watching all guests with an eagle eye. Guests can be loud and out of control in the hallways; they aren’t going to behave that way in her bar.
Due to limited space, all wildcards that come alone looking for a meal will be seated at a two-top table with another wildcard. The menu for the holiday season is preset. All dishes are cooked by the proprietress's own hands, so the aroma has the comforting spice of homemade. She fully expects these wildcards to eat every single morsel. To leave any dish with scraps would offend her.
"Full? What do you mean, full? Look at you. You're so thin! Eat up, don't leave anything behind. Is my food not good enough? What's wrong with it?"
Guests that do not manage to finish the entire holiday spread will be bullied into washing dishes in the kitchen. The amount of dishes to be washed is massive. There is no dishwasher so it must all be done by hand. Wildcards sent to kitchen duty will not be allowed to leave until every dish is scrubbed clean. It's the least they can do after insulting her cooking by leaving food on the plate.
Guests that decide to skip the food and set up at the bar will find dozens of sealed wine jars. The proprietress will share that these wines are her personal make that she only offers once a year. She has not labeled the effects of these wines for her own personal amusement. Guests who wish to purchase a jug must select one based on the name written label, without knowing what may have been added into the mix.
Red Cardinal has all the other usual options as well. They carry basic spirits, beer, and other no-fuss drinks. Characters may also order small bar snacks like nuts and chips.
All jugs have a high APV. Drink too much and you may end up sleeping on the floor of the bar!
Due to limited space, all wildcards that come alone looking for a meal will be seated at a two-top table with another wildcard. The menu for the holiday season is preset. All dishes are cooked by the proprietress's own hands, so the aroma has the comforting spice of homemade. She fully expects these wildcards to eat every single morsel. To leave any dish with scraps would offend her.
"Full? What do you mean, full? Look at you. You're so thin! Eat up, don't leave anything behind. Is my food not good enough? What's wrong with it?"
Guests that do not manage to finish the entire holiday spread will be bullied into washing dishes in the kitchen. The amount of dishes to be washed is massive. There is no dishwasher so it must all be done by hand. Wildcards sent to kitchen duty will not be allowed to leave until every dish is scrubbed clean. It's the least they can do after insulting her cooking by leaving food on the plate.
Guests that decide to skip the food and set up at the bar will find dozens of sealed wine jars. The proprietress will share that these wines are her personal make that she only offers once a year. She has not labeled the effects of these wines for her own personal amusement. Guests who wish to purchase a jug must select one based on the name written label, without knowing what may have been added into the mix.
Red Cardinal has all the other usual options as well. They carry basic spirits, beer, and other no-fuss drinks. Characters may also order small bar snacks like nuts and chips.
All jugs have a high APV. Drink too much and you may end up sleeping on the floor of the bar!
NOTES
PROMPT NOTES
▶ Players can submit five threads where their character collects a gold ring with their application to receive a bonus upon acceptance. Players should include these links beneath their sample with a note that they are for the 5 Gold Ring game.
▶ Players may assume that each poinsettia has two rings in their roots so characters may take one each.
▶ If your character writes down a desire and lights it in a jar please keep in mind what that desire was for the future.
▶ Characters obviously can run away from the proprietress if they don’t finish all their food, but she’ll be on the lookout for you miscreants in the future.
▶ Wines can be mixed and matched to blend effects. RIP to that character.
▶ All subprompts are suggestions. We encourage players to get creative! Fly free.
▶ Players may assume that each poinsettia has two rings in their roots so characters may take one each.
▶ If your character writes down a desire and lights it in a jar please keep in mind what that desire was for the future.
▶ Characters obviously can run away from the proprietress if they don’t finish all their food, but she’ll be on the lookout for you miscreants in the future.
▶ Wines can be mixed and matched to blend effects. RIP to that character.
▶ All subprompts are suggestions. We encourage players to get creative! Fly free.

LOVE DOVE
LOVE DOVE
Love Dove, the resort's largest department store, is running a massive end of the year sale. All items are between 50% - 70% off, which is a massive bargain for those that are tight on chips!
Stepping inside will transport you away from the busy crowds of the main hallways and into several floors of retail magic. Not wanting to be outdone by competitors, Love Dove has pulled out all the stops to impress during the festive season with massive decorations and mannequin set-ups. Large bows and ribbons, boxes done up in shiny paper, trees and candelabras, sparkles sparkles sparkles. There are also several tables set up around the store offering complimentary glasses of wine and chocolate covered strawberries.
Characters will find a section for every kink imaginable in the store. Gaze in wonder upon the wall of strap-ons. Marvel at the wide shade range of the silicone penises. Bask the rainbow of silky lingerie—for both women and men. There are gadgets and gizmos a-plenty, including some design oddities of Love Dove’s own creation that wildcards may never have seen before. The store even has staged areas for guests to try out some of the more elaborate equipment before buying. While it is not encouraged to use anything insertable before buying for hygienic reasons, guests can turn display toys on to test vibration strength and suction power.
Despite being a sex department store, Love Dove also has several departments dedicated to regular clothing and undergarments. Characters will find decent basics like t-shirts, sweatpants, underwear, jackets, jeans, skirts, shoes, and dresses for slashed prices. Don't miss these deals! The sale ends when the winter festivities end.
At the front of the store there is a temporary section with an elaborate display. Wildcards will find Love Dove promoting masks and feathered costumes. They will hand out fliers inviting all guests the holiday masquerade. Drinks! Food! Dancing! A night that you surely won't forget! New guests simply cannot miss this party. Anyone who is anybody is going to be there.
All those who plan attend the masquerade are required to dress up. In the spirit of the season Love Dove is offering especially good sales on these elaborate costumes. For those with simpler tastes, there are also ballgowns and tuxedos in various prints and colors. The most important article is, of course, the mask.
Staff will encourage wildcards to pay particular attention in choosing a mask that resonates with them.
Masks with effects may be purchased and worn in any of the masquerade prompts.
Stepping inside will transport you away from the busy crowds of the main hallways and into several floors of retail magic. Not wanting to be outdone by competitors, Love Dove has pulled out all the stops to impress during the festive season with massive decorations and mannequin set-ups. Large bows and ribbons, boxes done up in shiny paper, trees and candelabras, sparkles sparkles sparkles. There are also several tables set up around the store offering complimentary glasses of wine and chocolate covered strawberries.
Characters will find a section for every kink imaginable in the store. Gaze in wonder upon the wall of strap-ons. Marvel at the wide shade range of the silicone penises. Bask the rainbow of silky lingerie—for both women and men. There are gadgets and gizmos a-plenty, including some design oddities of Love Dove’s own creation that wildcards may never have seen before. The store even has staged areas for guests to try out some of the more elaborate equipment before buying. While it is not encouraged to use anything insertable before buying for hygienic reasons, guests can turn display toys on to test vibration strength and suction power.
Despite being a sex department store, Love Dove also has several departments dedicated to regular clothing and undergarments. Characters will find decent basics like t-shirts, sweatpants, underwear, jackets, jeans, skirts, shoes, and dresses for slashed prices. Don't miss these deals! The sale ends when the winter festivities end.
At the front of the store there is a temporary section with an elaborate display. Wildcards will find Love Dove promoting masks and feathered costumes. They will hand out fliers inviting all guests the holiday masquerade. Drinks! Food! Dancing! A night that you surely won't forget! New guests simply cannot miss this party. Anyone who is anybody is going to be there.
All those who plan attend the masquerade are required to dress up. In the spirit of the season Love Dove is offering especially good sales on these elaborate costumes. For those with simpler tastes, there are also ballgowns and tuxedos in various prints and colors. The most important article is, of course, the mask.
Staff will encourage wildcards to pay particular attention in choosing a mask that resonates with them.
Masks with effects may be purchased and worn in any of the masquerade prompts.
LOVE DOVE (AT NIGHT)
LOVE DOVE ... AT NIGHT
For all the joy that comes with celebrating the holidays, the jubilant atmosphere can evoke loneliness in one's heart. There are many different kinds of loneliness. The melencholy of missing someone that's died. Sorrow from being parted from your family. The ache of watching the one you love celebrating with someone else. The mourning of being left behind by a friend. These feelings are fleeting in the resort—luxury and hedonism are great distractions—but where do they go after that?
Right now they're manifesting in the sex toys.
Guests browsing Love Dove during night hours will find that some of the sex toys have been possessed by residual loneliness.
Loneliness is a powerful force and it has granted the toys the power to act on their own. Guests had better watch out—as brainless tools gifted a sense of autonomy, all they know to do is fulfill their function.
The sex toys are low level and easy to fight off but please note the you break it you buy it signs posted all over the store. Can you afford to go all out, even with the current deals?
Right now they're manifesting in the sex toys.
Guests browsing Love Dove during night hours will find that some of the sex toys have been possessed by residual loneliness.
Loneliness is a powerful force and it has granted the toys the power to act on their own. Guests had better watch out—as brainless tools gifted a sense of autonomy, all they know to do is fulfill their function.
The sex toys are low level and easy to fight off but please note the you break it you buy it signs posted all over the store. Can you afford to go all out, even with the current deals?
NOTES
PROMPT NOTES
▶ How mask abilities manifest in the wearer is totally up to you. For example, the way a Heart mask wearer senses emotions can vary from character to character. There is no one right way to apply the prompt.
▶ Consequences for breaking the toys are totally up to player discretion. Have fun.
▶ Toys can be quelled in other ways. If your character has the ability, go for it.
▶ All subprompts are suggestions. Please feel free to get creative! Listen to your heart, when he’s calling for you.
▶ Consequences for breaking the toys are totally up to player discretion. Have fun.
▶ Toys can be quelled in other ways. If your character has the ability, go for it.
▶ All subprompts are suggestions. Please feel free to get creative! Listen to your heart, when he’s calling for you.

CASINO FLOOR
CASINO FLOOR
The Phoenix Casino has been transformed into a winter wonderland. Trademark royal blue has been replaced by shades of gold and white with pops of bright red lanterns. Guests in elaborate masks and costumes mesh together and then part, reveling in pretending to be someone else for a little while.
All have dressed to impress, sparing no expense in dripping themselves in precious gems and metals. Some of the guests are treated like gods—these are the royal rank guests and the difference in treatment from the rest of the crowd is palpable. These dazzling celebrities take up much of the spotlight, laughing loudly at card tables and shooing away anyone too low of a rank to breathe their air. They don't bother to hide their identities. Why, when they have the best of everything?
There are several game tables set up where crowds are playing and betting. Wildcards are encouraged to join in on the fun and given some grace from social judgement because they have no official rank yet. Some wildcards may even find guests making eyes at them over the table. After all, who knows if the house has been watching and decided that they’re a favorite? Today’s wildcard can be tomorrow’s new 10 rank.
Wildcards may participate in dice games, card games, and roulette in the main casino. Most other typical casino games have been shelved in favor of the special events in private game rooms.
The buffet is massive and decadent. Dishes like lobster and caviar, cuts of filet mignon, kobe beef with white truffles, oysters chilling on real diamonds, bluefin tuna, matsutake mushrooms, pule cheese, and so on. The dessert table is likewise exorbitant with elvish honey cakes, black watermelon, macarons, petit fours, chocolates, eclairs, tarts, soufflé, and flan all sprinkled in edible gold flakes. Dishes may contain aphrodisiac at player discretion.
The bar isn’t lacking either. The resort has created three specialty cocktails for the masquerade. While regular cocktails and spirits are available, staff will encourage guests to give these limited time drinks a try.
Wildcards and long-standing guests aren’t the only ones in attendance. Phantom hands have crashed the party and are phasing through the casino. To be fair, they’re always in the casino. It isn’t crashing if it’s their stomping grounds, right?
The phantom hands are mischievous and in the mood to get into trouble. They will be pinching the waists and asses of guests, tugging on clothes, knocking over glasses, and generally be a nuisance. Their favorite trick is to pin the blame for their crimes on someone else. If they’re not careful, wildcards may be the target or the scapegoat for some of these pranks!
All have dressed to impress, sparing no expense in dripping themselves in precious gems and metals. Some of the guests are treated like gods—these are the royal rank guests and the difference in treatment from the rest of the crowd is palpable. These dazzling celebrities take up much of the spotlight, laughing loudly at card tables and shooing away anyone too low of a rank to breathe their air. They don't bother to hide their identities. Why, when they have the best of everything?
There are several game tables set up where crowds are playing and betting. Wildcards are encouraged to join in on the fun and given some grace from social judgement because they have no official rank yet. Some wildcards may even find guests making eyes at them over the table. After all, who knows if the house has been watching and decided that they’re a favorite? Today’s wildcard can be tomorrow’s new 10 rank.
Wildcards may participate in dice games, card games, and roulette in the main casino. Most other typical casino games have been shelved in favor of the special events in private game rooms.
The buffet is massive and decadent. Dishes like lobster and caviar, cuts of filet mignon, kobe beef with white truffles, oysters chilling on real diamonds, bluefin tuna, matsutake mushrooms, pule cheese, and so on. The dessert table is likewise exorbitant with elvish honey cakes, black watermelon, macarons, petit fours, chocolates, eclairs, tarts, soufflé, and flan all sprinkled in edible gold flakes. Dishes may contain aphrodisiac at player discretion.
The bar isn’t lacking either. The resort has created three specialty cocktails for the masquerade. While regular cocktails and spirits are available, staff will encourage guests to give these limited time drinks a try.
Wildcards and long-standing guests aren’t the only ones in attendance. Phantom hands have crashed the party and are phasing through the casino. To be fair, they’re always in the casino. It isn’t crashing if it’s their stomping grounds, right?
The phantom hands are mischievous and in the mood to get into trouble. They will be pinching the waists and asses of guests, tugging on clothes, knocking over glasses, and generally be a nuisance. Their favorite trick is to pin the blame for their crimes on someone else. If they’re not careful, wildcards may be the target or the scapegoat for some of these pranks!
GAME ROOMS
GAME ROOMS
The resort has arranged for four special events during the masquerade. These events take place in private rooms away from the bustle of the main party. There is no advertising about what is in each room and many guests are swept into the momentum. Highly trained staff tending to the door will be quick in prepping wildcards who wander in, giving them little time to realize what exactly they’ve stumbled into before it begins.
NOTES
PROMPT NOTES
▶ Players should mod NPCs and dealers as they like. Characters may win big with medium and large payouts when gambling. They can also lose big as well!
▶ Game managers and staff assisting setting up special games should also be freely modded as needed.
▶ Feel free to make up other special games as well! Players, as always, are encouraged to be creative and have fun.
▶ Game managers and staff assisting setting up special games should also be freely modded as needed.
▶ Feel free to make up other special games as well! Players, as always, are encouraged to be creative and have fun.
OOC NOTES
▶ BLANKET CW: dubcon; nudity; sex toys; aphrodisiacs; alcohol; altered states; gambling; gloryholes; chastity play; bdsm; petplay; very sexy characters doing sexy things
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gojo satoru / jujutsu kaisen
— worldbent
( maybe it's meant to be some kind of intimidation: it's hard to say. their eyes lock--or rather, his two eyes lock in on the one, waiting, watching. the man likely isn't particularly pleased to be here, or maybe he'd been hoping for other options; maybe he's already been through the room, with no one to particularly draw his attention. either way, he says here kitty kitty like he expects something, be it movement or something worse. maybe he thinks gojou will throw some sort of fit at the calling.
he doesn't. there's a curve of his mouth up into a smile, playfully hopeful, as though this man is his ticket out of the self-made hell of this human pet store. pushing up onto his feet, he comes closer--not on all fours, but on his feet, lacing his hands together at his back before he steps in close to the man. )
Me~ow. ( there's a hum of playful pleasure, canting his head to the side to rub it up against the man's shoulder, testing the invasion of personal space. or maybe he really is marking him with his scent. maybe it's both. ) You want me, right~?
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[But, they are not the charms of a cat.]
No. Wrong.
[Comes the immediate and sharp scold, Matoba raising a palm in the air. He looks so disappointed.] Your mannerisms could use some work. Shall I offer some critique?
[It doesn't matter if he says yes or not, because he's getting it anyway!] First of all, the charm in a kitty-cat is that they are proud and independent creatures. When you greet a cat, the proper response is: none at all.
[His pointer finger is raised to count Gojou's sins. Now, two fingers.] Secondly: a cat that is being called for and wants the attention will skulk from a little ways away, always stepping just out of reach as you approach, without ever quite running. It is a chase. A give and a take. Understand? That's the fun in it.
[So proclaims this exacting cat otaku. Matoba's hand drops to Gojou's hair, fingers cupping into it and thumb rubbing up the curve of his ear.]
Do you think you can properly fulfill your role now, Cat-kun?
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can yaga even lecture him, anymore? hasn't he learned everything, now? infinity nearly perfected, red, blue, and more: he doesn't want the critique, but it comes before he can say no.
his mouth parts, lips snapping open and then shut again. he counts his sins along with his 'master', and despite the fact that he wants to literally blast that hand right out of his hair, he smiles, all bright and menacing; he gives a soft, warm hum of pleasure, tilting his head, before he immediately curves it out of reach. without a tail, he's left just with using his arm as substitute--fingertips idle along the man's waist, dragged over his stomach, until his hand falls away entirely.
he moves, a step away at first, and then another--and then another still, hips sashaying as though he could truly be some sort of cat; of course, then there's the brief flicker of a glance over his shoulder, and then a yawn, as he continues moving just a few steps away.
proud? he can do that. skulking? he can do that. )
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( he's expecting a lot of things. surprise would be a given, even disgust; some embarrassment would be normal, given the situation. suspicion would also be something well within its rights to exist in this place, waking up in a bed that he certainly doesn't recognize, and likely the stranger with him doesn't recognize either. still: the distinct scent of cursed energy isn't something he thinks to expect; the little brush of it up against him isn't expected, either. he isn't as practiced at throwing infinity up, at this age, though he's getting elusively better at it--good enough to pack a punch, but the technique doesn't touch him in a bad way. he isn't compelled to do anything at all.
except examine his partner, who has now fallen right out of the bed.
immediately he skids across the small mattress, craning his head over the edge to look at the other. bright blue eyes examine and read him, and under the six eyes, or even without them, it's easy: anyone with training would recognize the mark of the inumaki clan, written right across the boy's face. he can recall, of course, all the disdain the other clans have for the inumaki family, and how abhorrent it had been, that they had continued procreating--but that child, born most recently, had to be six or seven, no older. so who is this? another, safely hidden away?
with a slow grin, curled up like the cheshire cat, he stretches a bare arm down to gently dot the boy's nose. )
You're not about to tell me to go do something, are you? I don't want to hurt you.
( because fuck the higher ups, honestly. fuck jujutsu society, a little bit. he likes the fact that this stranger exists. )
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And still an annoying troublemaker he sees. God he's fond of him. He's an idiot, to be sure, but he owes his teacher a lot.
He's not the only one who's of the opinion 'fuck the Elders' but that's a long story and not one that he needs to deal with anymore. ]
Fish flakes. [ Toge shakes his head. Notably, while there's a tiny bit of cursed energy leaking, and without his mask there definitely is it's also dissipating rather harmlessly. This is as safe as cursed speech gets. A handful of safe words.
Gojo might be surprised to know that he can affect those special grades, although he's never tried him on for size. At seventeen? He's probably got a decent shot. But his technique would give out before Gojo's and he'd be trounced. At least in those types of calculations, Toge's got talent. The rest of his academic record is a little spotty at best. Not that it matters.
No starting a fight. Toge gets up a little awkwardly, but he's not pushing off his arm to do it, it's all his core muscles. He's been trained well. ]
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with a grin, he rolls back across the mattress himself, making room for the other to get back into bed with him, if he wants; at the very least, it's probably more comfortable than the floor, and though he can feel the way that the stranger's cursed energy leaks out, it isn't bothersome to him. part of that is likely his relatively untamed ego, but also, if this person wanted to do something to him--he would have done it already.
with a bit of a groan, a little yawn, he tries to settle back in on his side--and his eyes fall shut, though that doesn't necessarily mean he isn't still looking, in some respects. )
So you don't talk like we do, so you won't hurt me? I think that's sweet.
( with a slow curl of a grin--it's just a hunch, but it sounds about right. )
In that case, I'm cold, and it'll hurt if you don't cuddle me until I'm warm again.
( he's just being greedy, at this point: but it's sort of a relief to be around someone else with cursed energy, at least. )
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( unfortunately, behind that cheeky peace sign is a gremlin--and he's not giving up so easily.
with baited breath, he waits, rocking forward in his seat as though watching the dice clunk around on the table is some kind of elaborate show, as though he can will them to move a certain way. sure, he could touch the table and affect it with infinity, let it bounce against his own barriers, but he finds leaving it to chance all the more fun--and, apparently, all the more agreeable. it knocks into kiss, to start, and the second, even better: a daring cock into neck. with a laugh: )
Oh, you're definitely in trouble. Still, if you'd rather kiss my ass, we can pretend it landed on something else.
( with a slow grin, completely and utterly pleased with the situation, he lifts a hand, one slender finger hooking into the open collar of his shirt. he pulls at it, dislodging the fabric a little, but not quite enough; this stranger is going to have to get in pretty close in order to press his lips past it, no matter how unbuttoned it is. )
--Oh, wait, did you want to back out? ( innocently, as though the thought just occurred to him: he waits, poised, brows lifted up around the shape of his sunglasses frames. )
You don't look like a coward to me.
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A scant eyebrow raises at the suggestion of trouble, the harsh lines of the slayer's face remaining unimpressed. Gorgeous guys don't stuff his brain with cotton the same way cute girls do. He watches slender fingers unhook and peel open the collar of that shirt. A tease of skin is offered with a mild fold, working room between jaw and throat slim.
The chair groans as he stands, large body leaning over as he grabs the collar of that slightly opened shirt between scarred index finger and thumb. Enjoy a nice closeup of an ugly guy, Genya can't help but think to himself—with sharp angles, narrow eyes, and large scar cutting beneath his lower lashes and bridge of his nose, anyone looking at them would think some thug is about to beat up this handsome young master and steal his wallet. ]
It's not polite to kiss someone without their permission. [ his tone is near scolding, as if teaching a young kid some manners, ] You should remember that.
[ One hand firm on the table and the other pulling the color of the other boy's shirt open, Genya leans in to tuck the curve of his mouth up against a pale skin. Dark hair ruffles, the shaved sides of his head a tickle of stubble as he purses his lips and presses down in a kiss. In stark opposition to his rough appearance, the gesture is a gentle one, feathery with a tremble of warm breath.
Careful. Even accidentally getting a hair in his mouth could mean soaking up whatever abilities this guy may have—or worse, end up with a silly crop of white hair himself. He lingers there for only a short time, pressing down one, two, three kisses before drawing back.
Genya thumps back down into his seat after those brief kisses. It didn't say he had to make out with his neck. ]
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he thinks of fushiguro toji, and the school, and the feeling of drowning in his own blood--the merits are there, sure. but he's far enough away from that moment now, a little buzzed from the alcohol, a little enamored with how damaged this stranger looks up close.
is it supposed to be a warning? it isn't. rather, he keeps infinity down and soaks up the feeling of those careful lips on his skin, one kiss, then a second, and a final third; they're soft and warm, almost dainty, in a way, as though the stranger wants to make as little contact with him as possible. he's grinning when the other sinks back into his chair--and without missing a beat, he's lifting up out of his seat to grab the dice and give it a roll. he doesn't even look at what it lands on. )
Can I have permission? ( simple, warm, amused--his eyes are focused on the stranger, behind his sunglasses, reading all the fascinating things the six eyes tell him about him. ) To kiss you.
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— gurge
( is it wrong, that little hiccup of feeling? it comes and goes, a leaping blossom of heat that rolls across his chest and rolls back out again; because it couldn't be, but then it could, couldn't it? he could smell suguru anywhere, could immediately recognize his cursed energy no matter how much time they've spent apart: and lately, it's simply been too much. too many missions he's spent alone, too many trips he's gone on without him, too many nights he's spent alone, staring at their text message box waiting for an answer. to have suguru here, in this strange place, is almost like fate--if he's here, then there's no way for anyone to separate them, now is there? no higher ups that he's seen, no yaga to tell him bad news, no training, nothing.
immediately, he turns on his heels, mouth parted as though in a 'caught you!' sort of expression--but his eyes are unshielded, and the bright blue there shimmers, just briefly, with both relief and desire and selfishness, all the same, a radiant mix of it all as he starts down the hall to close the distance between them. things like this are easy. no obstacles are there, nothing keeping them apart.
nothing except their equal state of undress, though he's actually got his robe on, at least. without thinking, he throws his arms around suguru's shoulders, bowling into him. )
Suguru~. ( a loud whine, just outside his ear. ) Where is this, it's weird, take me home~.
( he doesn't mean it, of course. if this is a place where they can stay together, like this, then why leave? )
I need underwear.
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[ not because Gojou's so much stronger than him now and he could, with the snap of a finger, blink him out of existence, in this world or the next... but because he can't remember the last time he was so happy to see him he ran to him, can't remember the last time he hugged him. his hands hover in disbelief for a moment, the robe falling out from under its pinch against his side, hands settling uncertainly on the butter-soft robe covering his back. ]
You're the one can teleport, [ a joke of an accusation, some measure of fondness accidentally slipping into his tone. on the issue of undergarments, Gojou isn't alone: he's still dripping into the carpet. ] Me too. I saw some shirts in the basket in my room, maybe we can—
[ no sooner than he's pulling them apart and about to walk his classmate to his temporarily assigned room does he almost run right into a staff member. a polite girl, she explains that there are some track suits in a supply closet nearby they can use — and he exchanges a look with Gojou that seems to silently ask what do you think? ]
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( the words, as always, come blurting out before he can think of them--and there's a soft wince, as though caught in the memory. there are plenty of suguru's curses that even he finds himself fond of, plenty that he hasn't minded seeing, touching, even playing with, a little, but the gorgeous dragon is one that he imagines he won't be seeing again. not after everything that happened: to it, to suguru, to him--
it doesn't matter. this place feels absurdly like a vacation, which means he wants to treat it like one. if he pushes all those thoughts aside, then nothing will matter, right?
they separate, though he's reluctant to do so; his lips press into a telltale pout, but he lets suguru put space between them, only for a staff member to interrupt their short stroll. a supply closet, she says, and like old times, suguru looks at him with a silent look, one that he can read immediately. there's a brief lift of his shoulder, a short nod, and then he lights up with a grin. )
To the closet, then. ( there's something of a tease there, playful and light. ) Of course we won't get into any trouble, there.
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— notlikethetrash
( this is most definitely not a place he expects to see shouko, and yet all the same, there's an immediate relief in his chest--if shouko is here, that's something for him to cling to, something that he can lean on, someone that he knows and trusts and someone he can rely on. the fact that she even considers leaving him behind is laughable; he knows, no matter how hard she might pretend to be, that their friendship means a little more than that.
which is why he knows it's safe to press his lower lip out, jutting it into an exaggerated pout--it shifts only when she motions for him to follow her, immediately pushing up out of his seat so that he can cross the distance between them. )
Right~? If you did, who knows what might happen~.
( drawling and playful, he immediately reaches to hook his arm through hers, essentially latching them together at the hip. )
I'm a poor, sad little kitty. Take care of me.
( --this is also a great big exaggeration, but it's fine. )
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I don't know what's going on here, but I'm glad to see you, Satoru.
[She's going to flop down onto the couch that's in the room, looing up at the much taller sorcerer. Her expression takes a more serious turn. She pulls the unlit cigarette out from between her lips.]
Suguru's here as well. So that's all three of us. I actually woke up in bed with him.
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— octosus
( there's something about this man's energy that he finds he both likes and enjoys, in the sense of it being absolutely fabricated: there are nerves there, in the bob of his throat, in the aura of his energy, in the way he shifts, the way he talks, the way he moves. the six eyes help with that, of course, feeding him details that he might not pick up on normally, but he's learning how to get better at reading people, too. no one with actual confidence would move that way--which leads him to wonder what that means for the man across from him. is he nervous to do this with anyone? nervous to be here? nervous about the prospect?
with a patient smile, utterly pleased, he watches the dice roll, watches them tumble over and against each other to finally rock into place. one of them reads bite and the other, helpfully, reads neck--a good pairing, all things considered.
does this man want him to back out of it? he's not going to.
with a casual shrug, he lifts a hand, smoothing away the collar of his shirt as though to provide a little more room--but even with the thing unbuttoned, he knows the man will have to get closer to him, especially to get in with his teeth. )
Leave a mark. ( that's his only instruction--or objection--to the challenge, a brow lifting up past his sunglasses. ) Don't do anything halfway.
np! also sorry for the wait, holiday travel is making me a bit sporadic
— emyoji
A samurai~?
( there's a playful laugh, a snort at the thought--is that the sort of scene he's putting on, now? his gaze goes to the riding crop, which he juts out into the air as though it could be some sort of sword; driving it down through the air, it cuts nothing but the tension, and he pretends to tuck it into its sheath at his waist, before his arm falls down normally, still holding the handle between his fingers.
still, for all that the man before him claims to be a poor, harmless creature, he seems to be anything but that. the six eyes feed enough to him about this man to make him wonder, and wondering makes him more insistent, stepping down from the little podium-stage in the area so that he can close a little more distance between them. )
I don't know, you tell me. ( a warm, mischievous sort of smile, as he taps the riding crop almost impatiently against his own leg.) Tell me what you might have done to deserve it, and I, the great samurai, will judge you for it.
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Fine, fine. They can play.]
Be merciful, young master. If it pleases the mighty lord, this traveler is merely a humble spirit passing through like the wind. Although I have heard tales of dangerous demon that can bind souls and command dragons at will. You should be cautious, walking out alone without an escort. You never know what beasts you might encounter.
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— juhua
( has he ever been called considerate? maybe considerately naughty, but it makes him grin a little, pleased, as though he's just convinced someone of some great fault, as though he's just managed to outwit a detective hot on his tail. the stranger across from him rolls the dice with ease, not particularly troubled by the prospect, and he likes the easy atmosphere; it means it's more fun seeing what comes up, in the end.
first dice says lick, and then the next? breast, which makes him immediately look down at his own shirt.
the stranger is right. there's not too much room there, unless he plans on dipping his whole face in under the shirt; with a chuckle, he lifts both hands, patiently unbuttoning his shirt from the top down to the part that's tucked in at his waist. it leaves the shirt gaping open, showing pale, unmarred skin, rippled with muscle but not tense with it. he's comfortable like this, even if he shouldn't be. )
Just be careful. If it tickles, you're in trouble. ( bemused, as he shifts his hands back on his seat, using his palms there to lean his weight into them. )
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the threat of trouble makes hua cheng's lips quirk in a faint smile. ] I think part of the point of this place is to get into certain kinds of trouble, no?
[ as the man across from him settles back in his chair, hua cheng leans forward. he sets one knee on the table between them and rests his hands on the arms of the other man's chair, then leans forward to do exactly as instructed: he drags his tongue from solar plexus to collarbone, crossing directly over the left nipple on his way.
whether it tickles or not really isn't his problem, in hua cheng's opinion—what matters is that he did it. task accomplished, he sits back, his smile satisfied although not for what might appear to be the obvious reason—no, he's just glad to have confirmed that despite the spiritual energy that emanates from this pale-haired stranger's body, he's still a human. ]
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...That's particularly true in a store like this, where her imagination can only fill in about half of what these toys are used for. There's something to be said for the expression of an artform she is not overly familiar with —
And it's that she has a lot to learn. What better time than the present? So when an unfamiliar young man flags her down, she steels her resolve and approaches, a conspiratorial — if uncertain — expression on her face. ]
Ahahahaha, of course, I can lend my assistance! Although... [ A nod to the riding crop. She knows what this is... ] We'll need to procure a saddle first, won't we? And the rest of the tack, as well, though that may be going a bit overboard...
[ Just a bit. ]
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but it's the way she talks, the way she moves, the way she seems utterly convinced that--they need a saddle. he watches for a moment, playfully dumbfounded; a glance goes down to the riding crop, putting the pieces together, and his mouth opens, and then closes. it just seems rude to laugh right in her face, so--
it's better to play along. ) You're right! Great idea.
Do you want to ride, or be ridden? ( there's a notorious grin there, something that spreads up at the corners of his mouth; he lifts the riding crop, giving her a gentle little swat on the arm. ) I can't say that I'll make a good horse, but.
( --but that is likely not what she means at all? )
I promise I won't throw you off if you want to ride me.
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which is why they'd allowed themselves to be led (by sound or by act, it's no matter) to this room in the first place. there they sit, crosslegged and quiet and still, taking in the sounds of the room as best as they can. indeed, it's hard to get much out of how they sit—by now they've found a mask, delicate and intricately beaded with what they can only assume is a diamond motif. it covers their eyes completely, though the gleam of something black set near their seat perhaps answers the question of whether or not that's a problem.]
... Hm.
[at first, that soft noise is all Gojo will have to work with. he's boisterous, they think. young, maybe; the scent of alcohol is light in the air, bitter and sharp. these are the important things for Nimah to figure before they respond in kind. long hair shifts along one shoulder where it's been tied up (and up, and up, given the thickness of the bunch of hair, wrapped to make it less unwieldy), and it can be assumed that their eyes land on him as much as they can. their clothes are simple things too, with minimal ties and buttons, just enough to obfuscate any of the body beneath.]
Well, if you insist—and if you don't mind, I'll need a little assistance.
[a hand extends, fingers callused and rough, not bothering to reach for the dice themselves. they could, sure, but this, too, is about figuring out their partner. whether he drops the dice politely into the waiting hand or makes it difficult says something. the ruffle of unbuttoned fabric says something.
they have to wonder if this is confidence or bravado; either is like as the other. most likely that will also take some time to unravel, since it's not as simple as taking account of Gojo's height, posture or breathing. just a start, really.]
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but it's nothing like cursed energy that lingers there, and nothing like his own piercing blues, hidden behind the sunglasses; it's something different, sure, but the truth of the matter is, the person before him really does need assistance.
to a certain degree. it's just hard to see what that degree is, or how many angles it spans out to.
with a small, short breath, he smiles--it doesn't matter, he thinks; the person can't make out his features, can't sense them the way the six eyes can, or...can they? he won't know until they pursue this little charade, pursue it for a little longer. rather than hold back, or offer something petulant, he simply reaches for the dice himself, again; the stranger didn't react the first time, so perhaps they really are fully blind. )
You aren't worried I'm going to lie?
( the dice, he plants lightly into the stranger's waiting hand--his touch lingers there a moment, all long fingers and delicate curiosity, before he draws his hand back, lets his arms cross lightly over his lap. )
You could roll anything, and I could just tell you what I want to see. Or I guess: what I want to have you do.
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