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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
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dabi / my hero academia
— pyrolyzed
( well, he can't hope for everyone to be as calm and as nonchalant as he wants them to be, and maybe it isn't even that he wants that at all. isn't there something absurdly delicious about the recoil, the way that people cover their eyes or try to shield their faces away from the sight of everything that endeavor's caused him, and then some? the fact that it's unbearable only makes it more enjoyable; the sight of him should cause discomfort, should cause some sort of feeling like that, some disgust, some worry. case in point: the napkin guy's stool wobbles, and he nearly wipes out, drawing the attention of a few other patrons at the bar, a few of the couples at the tables beyond them.
in a regular restaurant, he thinks that there would be that hushed, nervous silence: the calm before the storm. here, the waitstaff seems more concerned with the experience of the patrons, and so they're quick to refill dishes, top off glasses, offer water. even the woman behind the bar drops them a few extra napkins, wordlessly, in the space between them.
still, he doesn't reach for them. he uses his stolen napkin, dabbing, smearing the blood around the stitches there beneath his eye. ) You wanna know what's wrong with me?
( amusement, thick in his voice--it ripples with excitement, a little crazed, but all he offers is a laugh. )
What, you're gonna walk me to the infirmary? That's cute. You don't even want to touch me, I terrify you.
( is that a challenge? or is he just calling it like it is? hard to say. the napkin, soaked with blood, gets crumpled into the palm of his hand; he throws it at his disturbed bar partner, there, even as another bead of blood puddles down his cheek, wrapping down around his jaw. )
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[ 'terrify me,' he was about to say. But Fuuta's voice cuts off with a startled little yelp when the crumpled, blood-stained napkin is thrown his way. Fuuta hastily swats it away from himself -- 50% reflex, 50% annoyance -- before sitting up straighter with a loud, indignant huff. ]
-- I wasn't scared! You just startled me 'cause that's gross!
[ It's so unhygenic???? Don't do that, man.
And then, to try and make up for that embarrassing little display, he sits as tall as he can (still not very tall) with arms crossed, looking Dabi straight in the eye as he speaks. Admittedly not an easy feat, given the blood still dribbling down the guy's face, but doable. ]
An' I was just saying that 'cause your priorities are weird. People who talk shit about how other people look are trash, I'm not like that. I don't care how you look. [ It's actually kind of shameless how he says this like he hadn't been stealing furtive sideways glances at Dabi for the last XX minutes in equal parts morbid curiosity and fascination. But still. At least he tries to put his money where his mouth is -- taking a deep breath before reaching forward to grab at Dabi's ... sleeve. It's technically still not touching him, but he's making an attempt, at least. Sort of. ] I'm not scared of takin' you to the infirmary, unless you're gonna start some big fuss about it.
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he doesn't know this person at all. but maybe they just get off on feeling like they're helping poor, damaged people. or maybe they're genuine. either way, he doesn't like that feeling.
with a deep breath, his shoulders rise and fall, as though he's bored, tired of a conversation that's barely started. the touch to his sleeve is barely noticed; he usually doesn't let anyone touch him that way, but toga's been tugging on his sleeves as of late and he's gotten tired of stopping her, so he's more used to it. )
Alright. ( what is he agreeing to? hard to say. but he shifts on his stool, one foot touching down against the floor as though he's ready to pivot his weight onto it. ) How about you take me somewhere and play nurse, then?
I'm not going to the infirmary. But I'll do that.
( his lips twitch, a faint hint of a smile, a grin, something amused, something annoyed--and he waits to be told his priorities are weird, or backwards, or whatever, again. that'll tell him all he needs to know about this guy and his proclivities--or his staring. )
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[ Answer: no.
But still ... even as he voices those very unsubtle gripes, Fuuta maintains his careful little grip on the guy's sleeve, brow furrowed and lips pursed as he clearly thinks the matter over. -- maybe he should just drop it? This isn't really any of his business, and he's very much learned his lesson about sticking his nose into matters that don't affect him. But at the same time, backing off would feel like admitting defeat. And he knows he wasn't wrong for saying he doesn't care about how this guy looks. (Probably. Maybe.) So. ]
... fine. [ His answer eventually comes mumbled under his breath, hesitant and low. And then, after a deep breath, once more, and louder this time. ] Fine! Fine, I'll do it. I guess.
[ His chair wobbles when he slides off of it, gripping more firmly at Dabi's sleeve as he gets to his feet. And then, to stop himself from chickening out of this, he promptly starts heading for the exit -- trying to drag Dabi along by that grip at his sleeve as he does so. ]
But I need to drop by the infirmary first, then. You don't gotta go in, but I'll need, like. Alcohol swabs and bandages. And stuff. Alright?
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annoying. it's even more annoying when he starts heading for the exit--dabi lets the whole of his arm extend, like a puppet that's been lifted onto strings; his free hand moves, swipes at the table so that he can find his drink and gulp down the last of it. no sense in wasting any alcohol, after all.
with a straining, annoyed sort of sigh, he puts himself onto his feet and finally starts to close the distance between them. at the exit of the little restaurant, he jerks his arm down, severing their contact; it doesn't matter to him what happens to these clothes, anyway, they're not really his. )
If you wanna hold my hand, just ask. Don't get all weird and clingy about it. ( a sneering sort of tease, his lip twitching up into a grin. ) Figured you'd need some supplies, but I dunno, I might have to draw the line at stuff.
( an exaggerated drawl, on that last word, as they continue on. he assumes this guy knows where he's going, because he sure as hell doesn't. )
Still, you're gonna need a nurse's uniform. That little dress thing. White tights. Heels. That weird hat with the cross on it.
( --his grin is hitching up now, pulling at the staples on his face; a bit of blood warbles out of his eye patches, trickling down his face like rain. )
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His footsteps halt for a moment as he stares warily at Dabi, hissing out a heavy exhale past gritted teeth.
Then, too stubborn to throw in the towel, he resumes leading the way down the hall. Even if his gaze lingers uneasily on Dabi over his shoulder for a moment too long before he trains it ahead once more, where he's sure he passed by a first aid station at some point. ]
... you know real nurses don't even wear shit like that any more, right? The miniskirts and the stockings.
[ An ornery grumble as Fuuta touches a hand to his eyepatch. The wound there's been treated a while ago, but seeing the blood dribble down Dabi's face is making it feel weirdly itchy, like his own damaged eye also wants to start bleeding in sympathy.
Ugh, whatever. He doesn't feel like dwelling on that, not when this guy is clearly being as much of a pain in the ass as he can. They're basically just playing chicken to see who backs off first at this point, huh. Fine. ]
And you better not ever say something like that to an actual nurse. You'd get slapped with a sexual harassment accusation before you could even finish saying all that, you know? I'm saving you some trouble further down the line. [ Listen to him saying this drivel so confidently, like he actually knows anything about it. ] So don't go running your mouth unless it's someone you actually wanna get involved in your weird kinks.
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— cursedwords
( there's something off about this guy, and he realizes it only upon a glance at the buttons of his shirt, and the rest of the fit of it: there's an empty sleeve. it reminds him of someone else, someone he's a little more fond of--or tolerant of, he would say--and that means the breath he lets out is only marginally annoyed. he'll take the time to fix the shirt for the stranger in a bit.
for now, he lifts up both hands, re-rolling the pant leg so that it isn't so sloppy. he doesn't have to do it, and it isn't even really a kindness: he just doesn't want to have to do this again, if the pant leg falls back down or unfolds in some way. )
'Salmon'? ( repeated in a mutter--but he shakes his head and brings one hand in, gripping at the back of the guy's thigh. the other hand brushes fingertips down over the shape of his knee, mapping it out with a touch that's light and gentle, something he would never tend to otherwise. still, that's what a 'caress' means, right? he doesn't even know. ) ...There we go.
( a soft slap of his palm on the other's knee, the damaged skin connecting there, before he pushes back onto his feet. )
Roll the dice, Knee-kun.
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It's a bit strange, but it's not exactly...sexy? Is it supposed to be? What a weird dice game. Oh well. ]
Salmon. [ Toge agrees and slides off the table so he can turn around and grab the dice. Then he gives them a roll. Bite and...neck.
What is he, a vampire? Toge shrugs a little bit and tilts his head towards Dabi and he responds instead by pulling down his mask to put his curse marks on full display. So there's more going on with him, and his affectation is deliberate and not really his fault. ]
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the dice rolls: one hits bite, the other hits neck. there's another soft snort, this one in disbelief. )
You're not gonna have a good time. ( --is what he prefaces with, though his hand is going up to nudge the collar of his shirt down, showing the harsh mottling of damaged skin, building down from his neck and through to his chest. ) Don't bite hard, or it's gonna come up.
( the skin, anyway. his partner has his own secrets, too: those strange marks on his face, enough that his eyes narrow, briefly, assessing. could it be some sort of quirk? he's never seen something like that before.
either way, doesn't matter. if the guy decides to do something messed up, then he'll just torch him. craning his head back, he stretches his neck in invitation. )
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And yet, there's no pity in his eyes, it's not like his missing limb, his throat don't hurt. It's just a fact of life. He agrees with a nod. He won't bite hard. He's not looking to take a chunk out of him or anything, but he's also not afraid to follow through.
Toge steps into range, gently touching Dabi's bicep more to balance himself than anything and he leans in.
No hesitation. Dabi will feel his teeth where his neck meets the shoulder, just a little bit. Just enough to count and then Toge will back off again.
He certainly has a power, and he could do messed up things - but he wouldn't. ]
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there's the teeth there, as he waits, eyes closed, breath sharp through his nose. a part of him is hoping that perhaps in some way, by some virtue, maybe because of the guy's strange markings on his mouth, he'll actually feel it. but the nerves are still dead, the skin is still damaged, and the best he gets is a tiny little prick of something, where toge bites. it's there and gone again, and when his eyes open, he's looking at toge curiously, still suspicious.
it doesn't matter. another roll down, then--he reaches past him, not moving toge out of the way, so that he can take the dice and give it a throw, blindly. once it knocks into place, he glances past him to see them--bite and lips.
a slow curve of his own lips, as though in a smile: )
Those aren't gonna hurt me, are they? ( one hand lifts, a bony finger gesturing towards toge's face markings. )
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— tohell
( it's an unfortunate slip of the hand, really. obviously the intention had been to leave things entirely undisturbed, of course. this hadn't been part of the plan, naturally.
there's no worry on his face, no sense of any guilt, or any pain, or any sort of apology that might spill out from his lips; the napkin crumples, twisted between his fingertips, and he pointedly dabs at the blood beading out from his staples with the same care that one might tend to spilled wine on the floor. of course, he isn't the one that's going to clean up the glass, and he isn't the one that's going to clean up the liquor, either.
nor is he going to clean the front of this stranger's suit, but. it seems that's already taken care of.
the mess on the bar and the floor, too, is immediately tended to by two of the wait staff--they're more apologetic than he is, for something that they had no hand in. even so, he finds himself scoffing at it; they're bowed on the floor between him and his new companion, so he can't even slide his stool over, even if he wanted to. )
A complete mess? You're underestimating me. ( it drawls, though there's little seeming intent behind it: just the faint flash of a predatory gaze on another predator. ) Then again, whether I'm after harm or pleasure, they're not things that we should do at a bar.
( a small grin, as he dabs at his bloodied cheek. )
A bar with witnesses, I mean. Unless you're into that.
— pushpin
( is it better or worse like this? the sort of fascination that seems reflected in those hollow eyes isn't unusual, and it isn't the first time he's seen someone go slack-jawed at the sight. but those are usually the people that get a glimpse of him around the hood of his jacket, or those that get in his way and have to be put to a quick and fiery end. having someone look at him with the sort of curiosity that betrays some sort of disgusting longing is almost worse; it isn't pity, he can tell that much, but it just doesn't sit right because he can't comprehend it. who is going to stare at him like this, in some measure of undress, and find something appealing about it all?
as though this body is made this way for a reason. as though everything it endured is something worthwhile.
with a narrow-eyed glare in the mirror reflection, he bends at the waist, spitting into the sink. toothpaste foam licks the edges of the porcelain; he hears the other speak around the sound of the faucet going again, rinsing out his toothbrush out of a delayed habit, but it's just useless murmuring. stammering. like backpedaling. some of 'em look like they're fallin' out--he snorts, amused, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.
when he lifts his head again, there's the mirror. beyond the reflection of his own shock white hair, and the man behind him, he sees the words: TOUCH THEM, TOUCH THEM--
--and immediately jerks his hand up, smearing the fogged words from the reflection. )
Yeah? ( he doesn't know how it works, or how that happened, but--he turns on his heels, immediately closing the distance between him and the other with a pointed, careful sort of walk. ) You wanna? Go wild. Pull them out. Dig them back in.
( yeah, that's a challenge. ) Do it.
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[ Dabi has not found a challenger, he's found a chicken holding a towel between his legs like a tucked tail to hide his cock, and for good reason. it's Pavlovian at best, a burn of cheeks to ears that has nothing to do with steam, the dampness on his skin not entirely shower-buzz humidity. ]
Huh? No, that... that sounds like it'd hurt... [ not really the sensation he had in mind. his mouth has gone dry. ] I mean...
[ a wary gaze turns down again, quick blinking flickers, like a camera shutter trying to take photos of his chest. embarrassing. ]
Can you feel it?
[ too far? ]
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it's annoying. he doesn't like being reminded of the fact that sometimes, it's all the worst sides of that man that he sees in himself--the brash anger, the overbearing nature, the determination, the insane drive. he doesn't like that his thoughts go to shouto, to those first few times their father hit him: he didn't cower, not exactly like this guy, but he had been scared. worried. the same little tremble.
a hot breath escapes, his lips closing around it before it can become a sigh. )
Feel what? ( --is the bland answer he gives at first. they're close enough to touch, now, which means close enough to bleed on. ) When they come out?
( he doubts that what he means, but hey, have a demonstration--his fingers hook up, curved at the side of his face to catch one of the staples beneath his eyes with his fingernail; it takes a certain amount of wiggling, some loose back-and-forth, but it comes out at the bottom, first, let loose from the damaged skin; blood wells at the spot, a couple bubbles threatening to spill down his cheek. it stings, but it's really only where the healthy skin sits--and he hasn't pulled it out entirely, at least.
his expression remains relatively unchanged--it's just a curious beam of blue eyes, narrowed down at his captive. ) Not really. Does that change your mind?
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[ some beat dogs come back for more. he doesn't have any noble ideas of how to fix the world like a hero; he's just trying to survive it, and sometimes that survival means having to grow crooked. ]
...No. [ he's honest, at least. painfully so, judging by the things he's admitting, even without the mirror's help. who tells a stranger that kind of depravity, fuck hotel or otherwise? on the same flipped coin that makes him feel sadism's gravitational pull does his empathy exist, not eager but forced to feel the same pain as another. it's a lonely thing — it makes him too earnest, too intimate. he knows walking through this terrible world smelling like a raw, open wound; how impossible must it be to truly have one? he only has the noose-like purpling at his own neck, the assorted bruises that give him color amongst all the freckles here and there: watercolor compared to the saturation of Dabi's oils. ]
[ a hand cups a sharp jaw. he's got a few centimeters on him and will have more in the coming days, but his cowering and thuggish posture but them at near evens. his thumb sweeps the wine-skin softened in the heat like an overripe plum, sweeping back a drop of blood as it runs excitedly in the humidity. he's almost surprised to see it red, as though he expected these brands to be deeper than the surface. mouth quivering and voice rough as he speaks, not daring to look into too-bright eyes — from blue to orange, they make the whole visible fire spectrum, don't they? ]
Can you feel this?
— mensrea
Fucking--
( --bullshit, he wants to say. the irritation at being caught off guard is worse than anything else; he can feel the heat of the anger building, the heat of his fire building, the heat of it all threatening to split his fingers into bright blue flame. but he knows he'd be kicked out of this damn game, and worse, they might even dock him some of his meager funds, and while he can get away with stealing in the real world, he doesn't know enough about this place yet to be able to safely risk it.
weak as it is, that little chopping maneuver gets the key knocked right out of his hand; it topples, jumping and bouncing along the floor, skittered around by other people and their movements. he can see it, barely, where it's landed--
but then the little thing in his grip turns, all full of anger at him, and his eyes go round, immediately incensed, immediately ready to fuck it all and light this place up in flame. this shithead thinks that he can ruin the whole damn game and then have the right to be angry? and who the fuck are jack and sally, anyway?
his arm loosens around the man's waist, but only so that he can lift it between them, taking the stranger by the front of his shirt and pulling, lifting him slightly up off the floor with the effort of it. )
Surgical grade. ( they're not, at all. well, some of them are. he hisses the words. ) Now get on your knees and find that goddamn key.
( he lets him go with a shove, knocking the stranger backwards a little--he's fully prepared to be rougher if he has to. )
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Well, aren’t you a treat, [he hisses out, hands fisting at his sides. Stiles tries to pretend a sick part of him isn’t thinking about ripping those stitches out, one by one.] Like pushing people around, huh?
[Another guest, too high off aphrodisiacs to sense the tense atmosphere, approaches and makes a motion as if to try finding his lock. Stiles shoots her a nasty look, good humor all dried up.]
Don’t fucking touch me.
[Fortunately, she seems to cotton on. Glancing between the two men uncertainly, she wanders off in search of another chastity belt.]
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so he smiles. it's slow, and long, a stretch across lips that shouldn't stretch, skin that shouldn't pull, staples that bulge and twitch near the plane of his cheeks. )
I like getting shit done. You're wasting time.
( case in point: here comes another guest, intent on seeking out the chastity belt that still adorns his friend, here; to his surprise, or maybe not, the guy lashes out at her, and one glance between the two of them seems to be enough. she skitters off, as though thinking better of it all, and he won't say it, won't even give a hint for it, but he's a little impressed.
with a snort of a laugh, he reaches out a hand again--this time, it's to hook the whole of his arm around the guy's shoulders, as though intent on dragging him in, buddy-buddy, close and personal. )
Get the fucking key, or you're going to get touched by every desperate asshole in this place.
( a soft murmur: pleasant, as though he's only too amused at the thought. )
Look around. You could do a lot worse than me.
— swordhardy
( it doesn't surprise him, this partner of his. after all, the whole point of being a freak is that freaks can work together, right? somehow he's gotten more used to the idea, even though joining the league of villains had been more of a means to an end; it had gotten him to the point he had wanted to be, or needed to be, and whether that had been because he worked well or fit well with them, or whether he had just exploited them, is hard for him to say. still, having a seemingly damaged partner for this game doesn't bother him. it's just the way the world seems to work. those that are pretty and perfect get to stay with other pretty and perfect people; damaged people get thrown in the dumpster with the other rats.
still, the guy is leagues more attractive than he is. even with that mottling down the side of his face, most of it can be hidden away by the curve and brush of his hair, and that's not bad at all. he has a good build, a good gait, seeming strength, seeming comfort with all situations, even this one. it makes him suspicious.
doesn't matter, though, in the end. a game is a game, and this game involves this guy's priceless knees, so he settles onto his own. both hands move, jerking up the loose fabric of the stranger's pant leg, enough that he can get a look at the knee in question; then, with one hand clamped on the back of his lower leg, the other moves, wandering fingertips over the width of his knee cap, up along the top of his thigh, and then gently back down again. caresses are supposed to be soft, sweet things, and he hates that a little: stupid word, stupid choice. )
Watch the hair. ( with a gentle goading of one eye, jerked up to look at him. ) It's priceless, too. Family heirloom.
( with a playful slap over the man's knee, he pushes himself back onto his feet; there's not much space between them, but that doesn't bother him at all. he's better at fighting in close quarters, not that he thinks it will come to that. maybe it will. )
Good as new. Your turn.
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Despite the absurdity of the game and having someone caress his knee, Rokurou can't say he dislikes the sensation. Fingers run over his skin, drawing faint goosebumps along the arms hidden in a long-sleeved shirt. Yaksha have heightened sensitivity to touch; even somewhere like a knee—and moreso his thigh—is enough to stir the urge to tackle the other man and sink his teeth in. Tear him up a little bit. Then a little bit more...
Quietly, Rokurou urges his beating heart to slow. This isn't the time or place to hunt prey.
The sensation is so pleasant that he is almost disappointed that the touch is gone so quickly. Nothing he advertises on his face; his smile remains amiable and face without a hint of flush.
He shakes his leg out to right this trousers before scooping up the dice. They are tossed without hesitation, rolling across the fuzzy table like spinning tops before they slow and reveal the next command: 4, Lick, 5, Neck. ]
Hoho. [ that's right up his alley, especially considering where he had instinctually wanted to bite just moments earlier. only a shame that it hadn't fully fulfilled his unspoken desires and granted him a bite command. he takes his turn to stand and lean over, ] Chin up.
[ Instinct draws him toward the vulnerable junction between jaw and throat where a steady pulse beats. Pale lips ghost along the skin there, a tease of brush along scarred flesh. There is no disgust at the man's state, no reluctance in approaching what others might shy away from. In fact, the brush of his lips is appreciative, as if tasting the past. Scars are not disgusting to him; they are a sign of strength, of survival.
Dark hair falls with the tilt of his head. The tip of the daemon's tongue flicks out, teasing, tracing along edges for scars and flirting close to the pierce of staples. A brief taste before he presses in a bit more, nodding his own chin up as his tongue broadly sweeps up toward an ear. Then down, lips rubbing in southern search, tongue curling a few inches away from an adam's apple that is increasingly more and more difficult to resist biting.
He steals one last lick before finally dropping back into his own chair, tongue sweeping along the curve of his own lips in satisfaction. ]
Round two?
ily ♥️
his chin lifts: it isn't obedient, but it's better to make room for the inevitable prowl that this man takes over him, coming in close. his hands stay locked on the seat at either side of him, fingers curled around the edge of it; his body is prone as that tongue laps over damaged skin, rolls up and down along the side as though he's tasting him rather than licking him, and isn't that amusing? charred skin, rusty staples, none of it is appealing and yet this man seems to be treating him like he's a delicious treat.
something's off, there. something that's interesting. not much has sparked his interest here, but hey, this guy might be in the running.
he lets out an appropriate breath, like he's enjoying it: like it's tender, like he can feel anything, and even that thought makes him laugh, as though they're fabricating some sort of tender loveplay for the sake of the staff around them. he can't say he hates it, though all he gets is the warm pressure of breath, and touch, and well, the act itself, he supposes, isn't that bad at all.
when the man finally relents, it's after some sort of consideration, it seems: and he's grinning, himself, skin pulled tight, staples arching in complaint. )
Yeah? You sure you wanna go that far? Seems like you had ideas of your own for a minute there.
( but he leans forward, enough to gather the dice--and give them a cursory toss. bite, and then breast--he barks out a laugh, somehow utterly tickled by the development. )
Ah, ah. Guess you're gonna have to hold off on licking me down. Time to strip, lover boy.
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Haha. I don’t do anything half-assed.
[ A bold and … mostly true statement. What he wants to do, what interests him—those are the things he will devote himself to. Even something as paltry as a dirty game; naturally competitive, he won’t give half or less. There’s a prize to be won and he needs some money to get out of these itchy tight clothes and back into aesthetically pleasing hakama and kimono. Tragically, both are expensive here.
But there is no time to lament dastardly skinny pants or low quality t-shirts. The dice roll again. His eyebrow lifts at the combination, smile taking on a wry edge. ]
Guess so.
[ He moves to loosen his tie without hesitation—walking around shirtless isn’t uncommon for him, brazen as he is, and he isn’t embarrassed to tug the article free and unbutton down from the collar.
White gives way to wheat, body sun-kissed beneath the neck; it also gives away to a series of scars. Long, short, dark, pale. Many cross, layered over years of battle and training. It would not be remiss to say that there are upward of a hundred scars healed over, some still fresher and pink while some faded in their age.
His shirts hangs loose once opened fully. If it wasn’t obvious before it should be now; if this guy works out at the gym, he’s not missed a day since he was born. ]
Stripped enough?
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the shirt falls apart, button after button spared, and the tie gets tossed somewhere, he isn't quite sure where. nothing really matters when he's sizing up the man in front of him; if it were down to physicality only, he's sure that he would lose. his own muscles are made from necessity, from fights and battles and the harsh reality of being stranded on the street for some of his adolescence, but this man clearly works out in order to kill. the muscles are taut and large; it's going to be an easy thing to take a bite out of him.
one of his brows lifts: he's still wearing the same nonchalant expression, though his interest is certainly piqued. ) No. But it's good enough for now.
( pushed out of his seat, he moves to close the space between them, one hand falling light onto the stranger's shoulder; it's his counterbalance, the thing that keeps his weight centered as he slowly bends at the waist, like an actor taking their final bow. rather than move with any soft preamble, rather than dot and lick and mark his way from neck to chest, he goes right for the middle, fingers drumming idly as he dips his head in and flattens his tongue to the curve of the man's right pectoral.
it's a short path, and one he takes with a certain measure of intent--rather than bite at his breast, it's the pert bump of a nipple that he's after, raking it immediately into his mouth with the tip of his tongue; the bite down on it isn't necessarily painful, but it isn't gentle, either. )
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