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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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lee eunhyuk | sweet home (netflix)
[ with a loud gasp, he wakes up. that's a problem.
soft, warm, and cozy are not what eunhyuk is expecting after having an entire building collapse on him, which means he's either dead and this is the afterlife—something he doesn't believe in—or he's been rescued, and. well. that's a big damn problem. he doesn't know if he survived because the infection has taken hold in him or if someone has pulled some kind of miracle cure for him, but he should not be here. he should be dead.
pulse is fine, if his count is correct, two fingers pressed firm against the vein on his wrist, then on his neck. he doesn't feel feverish. he even has a heart monitor—wait, no, this is a watch. a smart watch? with a message that sounds like those sketchy raffle offers on telegram. food and clothing vouchers, satin sheets, a terrycloth to preserve modesty.
what the hell is going on?
(after exiting the rooms, he's a) taking a long shower after finding the communal bathrooms (YOU CAN'T ESCAPE YOURSELF), b) staring at the gift basket items with a frown ("are these biscuits edible?"), and c) attempting to steal a track suit (he can't find his size). all the while he's clearly taking in as much detail as he can of his surroundings, like he's ready to bolt at the first sign of trouble (or a familiar face).) ]
ii. WELCOME (RED CARDINAL)— you got me looking for attention.
[ the scent of food catches him before he sees the red paper lanterns of the barfront. it's both familiar and not, like the spices and savoury smells emanating from within the bar, but it's good enough for eunhyuk, who can feel his stomach trying to turn itself inside out. the handsome bar owner seems happy enough to draw him in with the promise of good food, setting him at a two-seater table where a stranger is already seated and dishes are already being served.
it's a lot of food. roast duck, tofu, fried eggs, a lot of rice and rice byproducts. it's more food on the table than he's seen since the outbreak started.
the bar owner has already left him alone with the stranger, and eunhyuk feels uncharacteristically self-conscious with his track suit trousers and slut era shirt. is he supposed to pay for all of this? are they splitting the bill? ]
Is there a dish you want to start with?
[ ooc | good with playing the dinner proper and the dishwashing after! hehe ]
iii. CLOSEOUT — love dive (narcissistic, my god i love it).
[ finally, some actual clothes.
coming across the love dove was almost an accident. eunhyuk had been trying to find an exit, had instead gotten himself lost in what seems like the boutique shopping area of the resort. it's dizzying, the amount of options here—it's like a superpowered version of gangnam's shopping street, magnified tenfold with even bigger lights and flashier displays. he doesn't recognize any of the brands he sees, but that could just be temporary blindness from all the fluorescent glare.
stumbling into love dove had been— awkward, to be honest, seeing as he bumped face-first into a giant display case full of alien-looking dildos, but the store has a section full of less scandalous clothing wares for him to dive into. finding his typical styles is taking a while, though; after the twentieth mesh top with cutouts at the nipples, he's thinking he may be in the wrong store section after all. ]
How hard is it to find a single actual shirt?
iv. WILDCARD — i wanna tell you but i'm super-shy.
[ leave me a different prompt and i'll roll with it! ]
[ ooc notes | eunhyuk's canon, sweet home, is a Korean survival horror tv show adapted from the webtoon of the same name, where infected people are transforming into monsters. there are two seasons out, with s2 released this month and the s3 coming out summer next year, but i'll be playing eunhyuk from the end of season 1 to avoid spoilers and for ooc reasons. for any potential canonmates playing from s2, please let me know how you'd want to navigate The Season Ending Spoiler. ]
ii. and so it begins (general cw for casual racism, slurs, other unpleasantness)
It's you.
[ riff's memory of his rescue in the vale is hazy at best, but he remembers this guy's face—albeit from an entirely different angle and through a haze of holy shit i'm fucking dying, but still. hard to forget the guy you owe a life debt to. ]
Uh. I don't have half a clue what any of this is, I was just gonna start eating and spit out what I didn't like.
[ riff has a plate of spicy beef in hot oil in front of him. please save the white man, eunhyuk. or don't, it's his funeral. ]
I THOUGHT I TAGGED 😭
You don't want to put that in your mouth. Not without any rice to contrast with the spice, at least.
[ he looks healthy. impossibly so, but then again, eunhyuk had come back from the dead in pristine human condition thus far, and he has this place to thank for it. allegedly. jury's out on the veracity of it, but it's not like there's a customer service booth to run up to and demand answers from.
after a quick look over the spread of dishes on the table, he picks out the roast duck and the squid kebabs, setting the dishes down in front of— ]
Try these first. It's Riff, isn't it? From earlier.
i. arrival (sorry eunhyuk... lmk if you need any changes!)
He does not expect to wake, safe and warm and no longer outdoors, to the utterly alien sensation of a companion at his side. Fear is the first instinct, always, beating quick in his blood and clearing the haze of sleep like a curtain across his mind. The room is dim, drowsy, quiet. Next to him—close enough that he could reach and touch his fingertips to one broad, exposed shoulder—is another person's body. A stranger, almost entirely nude.
The second instinct is arguably much worse, kicking in a consequence of the first. Sasuke finds himself reacting without thought, turning over, rolling himself on top of the unknown individual, and... putting the hard line of his right forearm across the other man's throat. The pressure won't be enough to hurt, but it will threaten.]
Who are you?
[Eunhyuk will look up to find a young, pale-faced boy with mismatched eyes—one purple with tight concentric rings, the other bright red with black tomoe around the pupil. And the expression on his face is undeniably dangerous.]
no subject
unfortunately, he is not. he's a pain in the ass to people who know him, and an asshole to those who don't, but this pale-faced man with—is that heterochromia? some form of haematoma? surely that's not a cataract in one eye?—is threatening his ability to breathe for something other than being annoyed with him.
it also may be inappropriate to think that his eyesight is suspiciously good, given that he can't sense that he's wearing any contact lenses. he can see details on the man's face clearly, and his depth perception hasn't been this good since he was a child. maybe it's temporary. some form of post-traumatic coping mechanism that's making his body work overtime to be a better version of him. he's read about cases like that, where people come back from near-death experiences better, even cured. he should look into this when he gets out.
priorities; it's good to adjust them every now and again.
also, they're mostly naked. on the list of things to worry about right now, it's somewhere in the middle. ]
I'd be happy to answer when you're not sitting on me with an arm to my neck. This is very forward.
no subject
They are mostly naked. This doesn't bother him, immodest of the tool that is his physical body as he's learned to be in his life, but the situation is... off. Wrong in too many ways.]
You're not going to attack me. [Stating this like a fact he's only now digesting.] Fine. [...] We've woken somewhere we're not supposed to be. [Together. Why the two of them?
He's still sitting on top of Eunhyuk, weight perched rigidly across a bare stomach, and only now does he move—revealing at this proximity that his left arm is missing at the elbow, severed end scarred over. Sasuke slides off the bed, but the room is so cramped that there's no distance to gain. So he stands, awkwardly looming.]
Tell me your name.
no subject
[ it's impossible to miss the arm, given their proximity. eunhyuk makes no secret of the fact that he's staring, but there's no judgment or pity in the way he's looking. it's assessing: old injury, clearly scarred over, clearly traumatic in its removal, though he can't begin to guess how or what caused the amputation. some nerve damage, at least, but the other man doesn't seem to be in any pain.
he reaches up to his face to push nonexistent glasses, belatedly realizing it and aborting the gesture midway. force of habit. ]
You're looming. I'm feeling a bit self-conscious.
[ being naked someplace that isn't a bath house; there's a joke in there somewhere. ]
no subject
There's no where to go. [Clipped short, he puts his back to the wall of the cramped room, affording his bed partner a sliver of space to breathe.] I can tell you're not a threat to me now, [evidently a judgment call he's already made] but that doesn't change the fact that we've been moved here, together, by some other force. There will be a reason for it.
[He can feel that gaze on him, a crawling inspection of eyes that stays on his arm too long; this hasn't been seen by many others, not without the bandages he would usually wear. It makes him feel more naked than his current state of undress. Sasuke turns his attention to the room, spotting the gift basket—and then the watch banded to his right wrist, still vibrating.]
... What is this?
sorry for the delay; let me know if you want to move to overflow!
huh.
well, he can at least answer one mystery for himself and his companion. he looks up to sasuke as he speaks. ]
It's a watch. You tap on it, or press a button on its sides if it has any, to make it light up. Repeat the same gestures if you want it to do something else; there are several combined gestures you can perform to make the watch do what you want it to, as long as it can reasonably do it.
You may be right about us being taken, though. This could be a problem.
What's the last thing you remember?
np, and i'm ok to continue here unless you'd rather move! captcha doesn't bother me
A problem... to put it lightly. You don't sound that worried.
[Is it impressive composure, or does this person simply not care as much about their changed circumstances?]
What I remember won't be anything like what you do. [I know this for a fact, his tone says.] But I'll say it anyway: I was in another dimension. It was supposed to be an afterlife, but I didn't believe that. I was afflicted with a curse and it was killing me. It's gone here, which implies there is some other force at work.
[He brings the watch up to his face, and—digs teeth into the wristband, trying to rip it from his arm. Frustration wrinkles his brow.]
It won't come off. I need something sharper.
iii. i feel like i need to pre-emptively say sorry for every tag i write lmao
[ the (stolen) red silk of her gown rests among the grime and crusted blood streaked into her skin, mismatched and out of place. it's a stark contrast that seems to transform her into some breed of toxic amphibian, flashing its toxins in warning; touch me, and die. it's off-putting, in the way that eunyu has learned to vigorously embrace, which suits her just fine. if she has to deal with the stench of death hounding her footsteps, at least it carries the benefit of these perverted freaks giving her a wide berth. (or maybe that's just the obvious bulging outline at her hip. cold steel of a gun barrel sits tucked into the band of her underwear, unsubtle. another threat.)
speaking of perverted freaks —
idle curiosity, more than intent, leads her into the heart of the love dove's aisles. the tacky glitz of it is, she quickly decides, stomach-churningly familiar. unfairly, too, like the world has kept moving on with its pointless bullshit, when it's all but decayed for her. a scoff of breath expels out of her as she pivots from a display case that boasts an unnecessary amount of bejeweled butt plugs, and —
freezes, as if injected with a paralytic.
it's so stupid to find him here, alive and untouched and wearing the worst outfit she's had the luck of seeing, like another cosmic fucking joke at her expense. she wants to laugh until her ribs break. she wants to go to him, prove for herself she hasn't lost the rest of her mind (you were right, jisu, she thinks. i'm a crazy bitch, after all.) she wants to cry and slam her fists into his chest until the bones concave, as punishment for daring to leave her.
in the end, she does neither. her chib wobbles before she sets it, tight. her fingers shake and ball into fists. she can feel her nails — those same nails that had dug under rubble to find him — curl inward, clawing marks into soft palms. ]
You're really helpless without me. [ it sharpens itself into an unspoken accusation. you promised. you lied. you left. you came back. i knew you would come back. they all jumble together on her tongue as she shakily exhales, knuckles blanching. ] Is that all you have to say to me, you bastard?
oh my jesus christ (is she pre-ms ji showing up creepily in the tunnels or just after?)
there's a ringing in his ears, likely psychosomatic from the explosion, his body still clinging to the immediate trauma of what should've killed him. his temperature is fine, his blood pressure is fine, far as the medical team in this place can tell he's peach-keen fine.
maybe that's what happens when you're given a second chance to live; everything gets fixed, everything is alright, you can be whatever and whoever you want to be from now on.
to eunhyuk it sounds like hell.
but humans are creatures of habit, and habit dictates that he clean himself up to look presentable. it'll help him feel like himself, maybe, to suffocate the endless questions in his mind in flannel and cotton and a decent pair of glasses that don't have a physical reminder of what he's lost to get here.
then he hears her voice, and now he can't trust his senses altogether. maybe he's still infected, after all. ]
You're not actually here, [ is what he lands on, turning around after what feels like a long minute, time stretching and snapping back like an overused rubber band. you're not actually here, because if here is where dead people go, then she's dead too, and everything he's ever done up until the end had been for nothing. ] You're just in my head.
[ speak of the devil, and he will appear. or: speak of your sister, and be reminded of how you've failed. ]
just after 😇 i was gonna say "most chaotic canon point speedrun" but lbr that'd be s2 in general
too long. she'd grown past that, as any daughter robbed of happiness would. fresh resentment rots in her chest, for eunhyuk daring to make her feel so helplessly small and infantile again, while he — who knows. knowing eunhyuk, he probably has a textbook inscribed on his brain, checking off each clinical symptom of delirium, like the good little student he's always been. hallucinations, check.
eunyu doesn't waste another precious second. feral cats would look tamer launching themselves at an intruder in their territory. all of her slim weight takes a collision with his chest where she volleys into him, car crash of a person that she is. her fists curl into that tacky shirt he's sporting, only to beat against his sternum in the next seconds, a pelting hailstorm of rage-tinged grief. ]
Liar, [ she spits, chafing her throat into a raw scratch. ] You promised me. You promised.
[ a shove punctuates the point, despite how it sets her throbbing ankle off-balance, forces her to wildly clutch at the clothing rack just to prevent herself from the humiliation of a fall. the splotchy red of her cheeks — the winded roughness in her breath — is already damning enough. ]
I told them you were coming back. You made me look crazy, you know? But I knew.
[ — said as if it's another sin she's tallying, kept as close to the chest as a grudge. in the grand scheme of it, it's the least egregious of his crimes. minimal, compared to the cruel audacity to leave her.
through a shaky, reedy warble, as if pummeling him with the reminder: ] You promised.
truly wtf was the timeline in s2 💀 and we needed more of chanyoungie and the gay crows
he has faint memories of what it felt like to have a building collapse on top of him. by the time the loud, thundering cracks registered it was almost too late for him to make a thought; dust made way to gravel, made way to large blocks of cement, and then—then all of it crashed down.
he thinks he was in pain, then. hard to tell when he was choking on his own blood, the symptoms of monsterization dialling themselves up like they're excited about what's happening, like they're aching for things to get worse, worse, worse.
what's worse than dead?
being alive with idea why, it turns out. to wander around not knowing what you're supposed to even do with yourself, because you've made sure every step you took to get to building-assisted suicide left little room for any other interpretation than dead.
he should've left a body behind. that was the plan. eunyu would come back eventually, wearing all the colours of justified anger on her sleeve if he were lucky, and then she'd have closure. she'd find his hilariously theatric clipboard and know that it was for the best, in the end. it would've let her move on.
charitably, he thinks she would've kept his memory alive out of spite. he left her. he lied to her, and he left her. as if they both hadn't suffered enough.
grievous insult to a lifelong injury.
but the pain he's feeling is in the present. it's real pain, battering against muscle and bone, juddering the organs underneath; if she'd held a knife he doesn't doubt it would cut straight down to the heart.
this is real. she's real. she punctuates her condemnations with blow after blow after blow and a shove that sends him up against plaster and aluminum, clothes hangers rattling on the racks. he touches where she'd hit him, his breath catching. it hurts.
she always hits hard, especially when she means it. ]
Tell me you're not dead. [ what was all of it for, if he's here and she's here, having followed him? he's still not entirely certain he hadn't died. ] If you want an apology then I'm sorry I lied to you, but tell me you're not dead.
Eunyu.
[ please. ]
CHANYOUNG MY BBGIRL (also i blame netflix for always cramming every show into 8 eps now)