peacockstop | TDM 01: TAKE 2

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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

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.

GIFT BASKET DELIGHTS (PLEASE DON’T COMPLAIN) ▷ Charming Novelty T-shirts: [ 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 ]
▷ All Natural Body Care
▷ A Luxury Candle
▷ A Box of Holiday Cookies
▷ 12-Pack of Resort Branded Health Items

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.

BATHROOM MISCHIEF ▷ THE SOAP WANTS TO DROP: Soap is slippery, but it seems as though some of the bars are intent on slipping out of hand and onto the floor. Some even shoot across the open concept showers and hit someone else. But how could soap throw itself at someone?! Are you sure you're not just looking for attention?

▷ YOU CAN'T ESCAPE YOURSELF: As the steam from the showers rolls through the bathroom the mirrors begin to fog. Strange enough, fogging the mirrors begins to reveal some kind of message ... and not just any message. Wildcards may discover one of the worst private thoughts they've ever had written out on the mirror for all to see. Hiding it as easy as wiping away the vapor, but you can never really escape your truest thoughts.

▷ SHAM-ME, SHAM-YOU: There are several shampoo scents for wildcards to choose from in the cabinets. One particular formula, Saltmarsh Sparrow, isn't quite like the others. This particular shampoo is designed to pair with the wearer's natural scent. Wildcards may find that they are leaking faint pheromones that incite lust and arousal in potential mates. Use too much shampoo and you may even be affected by your own scent!

▷ YOU, ME, AND THIS COMMUNAL TUB: The communal bathroom also includes a large soaking tub that can accommodate several guests at once. There are scrubbing stones kept around the pool for guest use and jars of mud masks to wear while enjoying a soak. Mud masks will leave even the dullest skin feeling hydrated and fresh—amazing! But... what is this? The very teeny tiny font on the bottom of the jars say, "Mud will not wash off by the same hands that applied it. We recommend finding a partner to apply masks with. Enjoy!"

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.

OPEN THIS FUCKING DOOR ▷ Wildcards may find that the closet door will slam closed and lock while they are inside. This will only happen if there are two wildcards inside the closet.

A giggle from the other side of the door is proof that it wasn’t an accident but the voice will not respond to any questions or demands. Only when asked what they need to do to be released will there will be another soft giggle and the demand: “Kiss, kiss, kiss for seven minutes!”

Wildcards who abide by the kissing ghost's rule will be released promptly after seven minutes of kissing. Those that do not will be trapped inside until one of the staff members comes around and unlocks the door.

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

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.

LOST IN THE VALE ▷ The Vale is the only area in the resort that has simulated weather. Wildcards in the Vale may experience thunderstorms, windstorms, and light rain showers. Those who don't find their way out by night hours will find themselves plunged into darkness, with the bioluminescent mushrooms their only source of light.

▷ There are small caves and caverns throughout the Vale. There is overhead connected netting throughout the trees that may make travel easier for those agile enough to get up there. A river with fresh water runs throughout the entirety of the Vale.

▷ There are real birds living in the Vale. These birds find newcomers very interesting and like to swoop and peck if they see a good opportunity to bully. They are easily frightened off but quick to return if someone is particularly reactive.

▷ The Vale is very moist at ground level so mud and sinkholes are common. There are scattered stone and wood-plank pathways but for the most part the set-up is very natural.

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.

SEXY? TRAPS ▷ CAGE: A lofted wooden cage. This trap is triggered when the prey crosses a hidden tripwire. The cage will fall from above and enclose the prey if they are not quick enough to evade. The cage is heavy and difficult to move. Escapable if the prey is strong enough or if someone lends assistance.

▷ HANGING NET: Netting hidden on the ground by leaves or moss. Stepping into the net area will trigger the trap into pulling up and capturing its prey in lofted bundle. Escapable if the prey manages to cut through the net or if someone lends assistance and breaks the pully rope.

▷ MUD PIT: A deep hole hidden on the ground by leaves, moss, or carefully placed bushes. Prey will fall into the hole once stepping into it. Depths may reach 6 - 7 feet so prey cannot climb out on their own. Escapable for those with good agility or if someone lends assistance.

▷ ANKLE SNARE: A rope loop hidden beneath leaves, moss, or other craftily laid vegetation. This trap is triggered when the prey steps into the snare. Rope will tighten around the prey's ankle to keep them in place. This trap may remain on the ground or loft the prey so that they're hanging upside-down from a tree. Escapable for those who can cut the rope or if someone lends assistance.

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.

IT'S AN ORGY Y'ALL ▷ FINDERS KEEPERS: None of the long-standing guests are paying attending to the clothes they've stripped off. Some of these clothing items may even have small items in the pockets, like a zippo lighter and cigarettes. Wildcards that dare to snatch clothes or items most likely won't be caught ... but if a guest does catch them, what are they gonna do other than give chase? If you're fast enough it's all yours.

▷ FREE LUNCH IS NEVER FREE: All of the food and drink offered by the guests on the pagoda is spiked with aphrodisiac. Intensity varies from a very slight amount to a full dose, at player discretion. Regardless of potency, wildcards will find that effects do not last long.

▷ MOVE OVER, BUB: The bathroom in the pagoda is small, comfortably fitting two at best. There is a shower with a limited amount of hot water available. The gauge will show as the amount of hot water declines. Once the hot water runs out wildcards can only use ice cold water to wash off the mud. It would be effective to shower together, wouldn't it?

▷ WHO STARTED THIS PARTY: Pagoda guests will become wilder as the party goes on. Wildcards may end up voyeur to guests having sex out in the open. Some guests will try to match up with wildcards or try to match wildcards simply because they would look good together. Particularly frisky guests will playfully chase wildcards around. Good luck, newbie!

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.

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).

5 GOLD RINGS GAME ▷ The poinsettias are changing vases! Hey, they like to be fashionable too. Wildcards may notice something gold glinting in their roots as they dart across the floor to the next pot.

▷ Poinsettias are quick and clever. They will dodge, hide, and use bystanders as shields to avoid being caught. Once they’re in their new vase they cannot be taken out. They’re very stubborn.

▷ Poinsettias that are startled may give off a spurt of strong aroma. Wildcards that inhale this scent may break out into a rash. The cure is to climax/orgasm, which will get rid of the rash immediately. It may last up to a week otherwise. An embarrassed poinsettia may offer this explanation, apologetic for doing the flower equivalent of farting in your face.

▷ Gold rings can be retrieved from their roots. Taking these rings is harmless to them but they will be a bit bummed since these rings granted them the ability to scurry around. Please be kind and deposit them into a vase so they are not left stranded on the resort floor!

▷ Each ring collected may have either a slight charm or slight curse. A ring will either grant a brief boost to physical ability (charm) or drain physical ability (curse). Rings are single time use and will become plain gold rings after a brief use period. Players are welcome to choose if the rings they collect are charmed or cursed.

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.

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.

RED CARDINAL’S HOMEMADE HOLIDAY MENU ▷ Shrimp and Leek Dumplings; Vegetable Dumplings
▷ Squid Kebabs with Oyster Sauce
▷ Spicy Crawfish Pot (🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️)
▷ Rice Noodles served with Sour Beans, Peanuts, Bamboo Shoots, and Shallots
▷ Hand-Pulled Noodles, Thin Beef, Boiled Egg served in Fish Broth
▷ Steamed Crab
▷ Carp with Sichuan Pickles
▷ Kung Pao Chicken (🌶️)
▷ Spicy Beef in Hot Oil (🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️)
▷ Shredded Pork with Garlic Sauce (🌶️)
▷ Red Braised Pork
▷ Sweet and Sour Ribs
▷ Mapo Tofu (🌶️🌶️)
▷ Twice-Cooked Pork Slices
▷ Hot and Sour Glass Noodles (🌶️🌶️🌶️)
▷ Fried Eggs with Tomatoes
▷ Roast Duck
▷ Egg Fried Rice
▷ Lotus Root and Rib Soup
▷ Glutinous Rice Balls
▷ Green Dumplings
▷ Steamed Pea Flour Cake
▷ Osmanthus Cake
▷ Mung Bean Cake
▷ Egg-Yolk Puff
▷ Dragon's Beard Candy
▷ Steamed Creamy Custard Buns
▷ Rice Dumplings

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.

RED CARDINAL’S HOMEMADE WINE ▷ SWEET OSMANTHUS: A sweet wine with notes of apricot and plum. A healthy dollop of the butterflies one feels during first love has been blended in to evoke an even brighter taste on the palate. Drinking Sweet Osmanthus will inspire feelings of love and romance in the drinker.

▷ JAMMY BERRY: A tart wine with notes of blackberry, raspberry, and bayberry. A clever tongue may also taste the unshed tears for those without mourners. Drinking Jammy Berry will compel the drinker to cry. Full on waterworks. You baby.

▷ CHILLED NUT: A mild and nutty wine with notes of chestnut and mint. All that's added to this one is a sprinkle of those bad ideas that always come past 2am. Drinking Chilled Nut will prompt the drinker to confess a secret.

▷ LOTUS TANG: A deep-bodied wine with notes of wood and oak. A cup and a half of blended confidence from "the strongest" men as been liberally whisked in. Drinking Lotus Tang will give the drinker a massive confidence boost and the sense self-importance to match.

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.

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.

DRESSING ROOMS ▷ ANONYMOUS FUN: Many of the stalls have strange holes cut into the walls, making it easy to peer into the next room over. However, an astute wildcard may realize that these holes are too big to be peepholes. One may even come to that realization because of an unexpected visitor poking through the hole to say hello.

▷ YOU’D LOOK BETTER IN THIS: The lights in the dressing rooms may flicker on and off during the night. After that blink of darkness, wildcards may find that the clothes they were going to try on have been swapped with something completely different.

▷ FOREBODING: Wildcards may find that their reflection in the mirror is pale and tired. The lips of that reflection will move, a faint flick not noticeable to anyone else around, only to the one looking directly at their own face and knowing they aren't whispering. This reflection will try to warn its original... but will quickly freeze up, unable to get the message out before returning to normal.

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.

TRY A NEW FACE ▷ HEARTS: Several of the red masks have been marked by Hearts. The wearer will be able to glean a vague sense of the emotions of those around them.

▷ DIAMONDS: Several of the white masks have been marked by Diamonds. The wearer’s body will become especially sensitive to touch and temperature.

▷ SPADES: Several of the black masks have been marked by Spades. The wearer will experience a heightened desire for intensity or violence.

▷ CLUBS: Several of the purple masks have been marked by Clubs. The wearer will become compelled to act impulsively or recklessly.

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.

SEX TOYS GET LONELY TOO ▷ DILDOS: The dildos will chase after guests to try and fill whatever hole they can. These dildos are indiscriminate and will target any hole, so watch out for these pests trying to jam into one of your nostrils. Dildos will target the nearest character and will change targets if another one is within closer range.

▷ SHIBARI ROPE: The shibari rope has uncoiled itself and is hiding in wait to capture two people together. When it spies an opportunity it will throw itself forward and try to knot two individuals together. It will target a single individual if no one else is close enough to catch with them.

▷ FEATHER TICKLER: The feather ticklers are surprisingly aggressive, chasing after characters to tickle them to tears. Sometimes these ticklers work together to trap characters into a corner and tickle them. A very unlucky character may even run into a flock of ticklers!

▷ LEASH AND COLLAR: The leash and collar set will play dead until someone is close enough. The collar will snap around the neck of the closest individual and the leash will drag them toward someone else to hold.

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.

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.

COCKTAIL MENU ▷ GOLD GLAMOUR: Those that drink Gold Glamour will find that they are now able to change their voice. A popular choice among guests that really want to lean into becoming someone else for the night.

▷ DIAMOND DUST: Those that drink Diamond Dust will find their walls slowly lowering. Suddenly, being vulnerable and open to connecting with people doesn't seem so bad. Something to help loosen up your favorite introvert.

▷ RUBY TONGUE: Those that drink Ruby Tongue will not be able to tell a lie for the next hour or so. No matter how hard they try they will only speak honestly. Ruby Tongue won’t let you hide from yourself, even at a masquerade.

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

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.

VIRGIN AUCTION In a room draped in red velvets and spotted with plush couches, wildcards will find themselves either snatched up to a wooden stage or given a number. The distinction between the two is simple: staff will judge which characters are virgins and which are not. Virgins are included in the auction and all others are given the opportunity to bid on them.

Ladies and Gentlemen, welcome … to the annual Virgin Auction!! Gaze upon these fresh nubile virgins in awe! So clean and so untouched. You won’t want to miss this opportunity to bask in the glow of their freshness!

▷ Virgins will be asked to give an introduction of themselves on stage. Afterward, they can walk the floor and interact with bidders as they please. Virgins are a rare novelty in the resort so NPC guests will fawn over them and offer them gifts like chocolates and flowers. Some may even read crappy love poetry to them.

▷ Bidders may submit their bids via Watch directly to their virgin of choice. If the virgin likes the bid and the guest submitting it they can accept immediately. If not, they can wait for another bid. After 30 minutes, if they have no other bids, they must accept their highest bid.

▷ Virgins need only spend 1 hour of their time on a “date” with the winner of their bid. They do not need to lose their virginity. Virgins will be paid a medium payout for participating in the auction and paid 20% commission from their winning bid.

LOCK & KEY Gold and red melt together in this cozy game room. Adorned with padlock and ribbon decor, wildcards will only have a moment to admire the space before being snatched away by staff. Some wildcards will simply be given a key and returned to the room. Others will find themselves buckled into a harness or belt of some kind—but this isn’t any belt. It's a chastity belt. A rather uncomfortable one at that.

One hour to find your match, all! Anyone that doesn’t find their match after time has passed will be locked in the pillory and spanked as punishment! Welcome to the Locked Chastity Game!!

▷ Locks are looking for their matching key! Guests must find their match in order to win the game.

▷ Locks and keys that do not manage to find their match by the end of 1 hour will lose the game and have chips deducted from their bank account. They will also be locked into a pillory and spanked.

▷ Chastity belts may be over clothes or under clothes. How intense of a belt a character is wearing is left to player discretion. Some are very raunchy and may require direct contact with intimate areas to access.

▷ Once the game begins the door is closed. Candles that let off a strong aphrodisiac will be lit to add some urgency to the matchmaking. How strongly a character is affected is left to player discretion.

DIRTY DICE In another large room with small scattered game tables tables, pairs and groups will be given a special set of dice to play with. Two bold guests take the lead and show everyone how to play the game. One guest tosses both dice: one lands on BITE and the other on BREAST. He grabs his game partner and peels down her collar to sink his teeth playfully into her breast. She then takes her turn, the dice commanding another intimate action.

Got it, newbies? This is an easy beginner game. Roll the dice and do what it says. You both take turns, and if neither wimps out and does what the dice say four times in a row, you win a prize. That’s Dirty Dice for you!

DIE A
1: Bite
2: Kiss
3: Caress
4: Grab
5: Lick
6: Sniff

DIE B
1: Lips
2: Breast
3: Mouth
4: Neck
5: Ass
6: Knee

▷ If both players manage to complete four rolls they both will receive a medium payout.

▷ If one player manages to complete four rolls they will receive a small payout alone.

▷ If neither player manages to complete four rolls they get nothing.

▷ We recommend players use RNG during this game for random fun!

MASTER & PET This particular room notably has several smaller breakout rooms, all decorated in sensual black silks. Every character that steps inside will be guided into drawing a card from a box. The card will either denote Master or Pet. Staff are quick to divide those who have selected master and pet cards and set them up for play.

Welcome, Masters. We have a variety toys and pets for you to choose from. Your wish is our command. Here, you can have whatever you want. You’re in control.

▷ Masters will be given a selection of toys to browse. Players are free to imagine anything in the piles of stock that masters get to choose from.

▷ Pets will be collared and given a metal tag denoting whether the pet is a cat or a dog. This distinction is made based on character personality.

▷ Masters may request a random matchup or examine the available pets and choose the one that catches their eye. Both will then be escorted to a private room to play.

▷ Pets that manage to satisfy their master will receive a medium payout after play.

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.

OOC NOTES

OPENING INFO | RESERVES | APPLICATIONS

▶ BLANKET CW: dubcon; nudity; sex toys; aphrodisiacs; alcohol; altered states; gambling; gloryholes; chastity play; bdsm; petplay; very sexy characters doing sexy things

▶ All characters on the TDM are WILDCARDS, which means they have not yet been assigned a card value. The house is still observing and deciding. As rank and suits are assigned upon acceptance your character's suit will not manifest until they are accepted into the game.
▶ All TDMs are game canon.
▶ If you aren't satisfied with these prompts, please feel free to check out our LOCATIONS to explore more of the resort!

▶ Smut threads that take place on this TDM can be used for rewards. If both parties in the smut thread join the game, you may retroactively apply the character's initial card values to your 52 bank. If one character does not join the game the thread will not be applicable toward rewards (as that character would not have a card value). The character that does join would still receive a small payout for the encounter. Hopefully it was a fun thread regardless!
▶ We ask you to kindly add content warnings to your threads as appropriate.
▶ If you do not currently have permissions and kinks listed in your character’s journal we suggest leaving a note in your top level of any limits or boundaries for other players to reference.

▶ Most importantly, we wish you and your loved ones a happy and healthy holiday season!!!!!

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_{[ No hesitation, huh? Roche laughs and lets that arm wind around a near-perfect waist, and as he pulls him the rest of the way closer he mutters a quiet hello. Who said manners had to die in a place like this, huh? It's only polite after all, especially with how close they are. If he focuses he's almost certain he could pick out the smell of shampoo, smoke and something else under the thick layer of every other stink assaulting his poor nose in the room, and as Reno "pulls" his head back to bare his throat to the world, Roche exhales an almost-too-soft sigh. He's not rough by any means though there's something to be said about the way he feels those fingers tighten in his hair and the slow, methodical way he breathes against his neck.

When he finally feels the wet drag of his tongue, Roche's own fingers twist into the side of Reno's shirt and another laugh slips out only to be swallowed up by another pleased breath. Well, shit. This one knows what he's doing, doesn't he? And if he wasn't mistaken Roche almost swears he felt a brush of teeth just before he'd pulled back and... Gods.

A shiver runs down the length of his spine to settle at the small of his back. ]}

Do my ears deceive me or are you threatening me?

_{[ With a good time, duh. His eyes flick up to meet another table-goer and while keeping his arm tight around Reno's waist, he reaches out to pick the dice up and passes them over. Someone might bend the rules a little but let him have a turn or two to think, okay?

And maybe get his shit luck to rub off on someone else, which. It does. Grab, knee. Good thing that wasn't him, huh? ]}

Or... maybe you're just trying to rev my engine. Which is it?

[ need a cooldown, huh? there's a wrinkle to Reno's nose when he grins, like the muzzle of a hound showing its teeth. "aww, it's smiling!" or is it about to bite you? hard to say, but considering it ain't his turn and the last roll didn't say nothin' 'bout no bite, Roche is probably safe. y'know, for now. ]

Why not both? You into danger, slick? 'Cause I am.

[ a twirl of his finger through Roche's hair, then he lets it go entirely and eases back. maaaan, it's always the damn blonds. don't get him wrong, he's absolutely not discriminatory in the slightest. he thinks everyone's hot. but god damn, those blonds, especially when they got those blue—eyes.

oh.

yeah, he'd missed it before, but he sees it now, while he's still close, before he makes it back to his chair where he'd half lifted out of it to reach Roche's throat: those veins of green crackling like lightning across the surface of those otherwise pretty blue eyes. he'd know those eyes anywhere, and the flash of recognition is perfectly visible in Reno's own gaze for, oh, a second, maybe two or three. other than that, though, he doesn't miss a beat, settling back into his seat with a languid spread of his limbs.

dude, you aren't wearing pants or underwear, close your fucking legs. (no, shan't.) hey, at least it'll make it sporting if the next person who just had their knee grabbed also gets a knee roll and decides to take it out on him. Reno runs his tongue across his lower lip as if contemplating the taste he just got through savoring. ]

I mean, everybody's just hoping this icebreaker game is gonna help 'em get their dick wet, but if you're hot, the ice just melts. Gets you into deep water a lot faster, y'know?

[ for better or worse. ]

While I'm normally content to keep my feet on the pavement where they belong, I'm no stranger to treading water.

_{[ Both figuratively and literally, and as the dice start to slowly make their way around the table Roche plunks his elbow down onto it, drops his chin onto his hand, and studies Reno for a long while. He's only half-aware that some rolls have finally shifted away from knees to harmless little pecks on the mouth because they're still having a giggle over the former, but that's fine — they don't interest him as much as he does, not with those vibrant green eyes fixated on his own. There's something hanging between the two of them that Roche doesn't quite recognize, only that it's... not bad? Yeah, the vibes feel good here, almost like... Fuck. That's what he'd picked up on.

Ozone.

Now that's interesting, isn't it? That particular stink doesn't go away all on its own when it's born from magic. If his interest wasn't already piqued, it sure as shit was now even as he feels someone making a grab for his shoulder. There's no fight in him while the stranger at his opposite side pulls him back just a smidge, Roche's own balance and those oh-so-helpful hands keeping him upright as his chair rocks onto two legs. Sure, Reno's got his full attention but that doesn't mean he's going to be rude about this, you know? Once he's absolutely certain that he's steady, Roche reaches up and back with his free hand for the dice sitting on the table; Kiss, Neck. They're tempted to go for the spot that Reno had already licked, but Roche beats them to the punch and offers up the opposite side as if he means to say that's claimed territory, bub.

And... yeah, he's a little shameless when they plant one just under his jaw. A pleased hum slips out and before they pass the dice back into his palm they steal one more little kiss. Sneaky.

He rolls them around in his palm once, twice, and on the third jostle he offers them and his hand up. Blow? ]}

And... yes, by the way. To your first question. I'm into it. Very into it.

[ it's not an unfamiliar feeling, this. the electric air of someone you're doing the "are we fucking tonight or are we just not feeling that right now" tango with, right above a spicy little layer of "have we... met somewhere before?" Reno gets that a million times a day, or he used to when the getting was good and not mostly dead or dying or way too busy, and it never gets old. him, sprawled back in his chair and Roche just giving him that long, searching gaze, even while the fella on his other side is grabbing him like a damn puppy on Christmas day. that's not an unfamiliar feeling, either, but unlike the first, it feels like it's been a hot minute since he really felt anyone's eyes on him.

especially when they're eyes fulla Mako. he's already gotten the rundown, people come from other worlds and times and places and whatever, you better believe he spent some time asking around, particularly the staff, but... no, yeah, he's sure of it. eyes like that, they're distinctive. not that it bothers him any, certainly not right now. maybe he's just had too much to drink, but the familiarity is kinda comforting in a fucked up way. ]

Oh, good! Then this is gonna work out great for us. And here I was, worried I wasn't gonna make any friends.

[ leaning in, he gives those dice a little puff, gaze shifting from Roche to the guy behind him. just for a second, but it's a second long enough to give them a jolt of unexplained anxiety they can't explain before it's gone. ]

My luck's great, by the way. You're gonna have fun with whatever this is, guaranteed.

[ famous last (cursed) words. ]

_{[ Anxious as he may be he doesn't leave his position of being Roche's backrest much to his relief. It's not the comforting warmth of a cooling engine or the solid weight of heavy, smooth metal but an equally warm, sturdy body was nothing to turn his nose up at. Roche tilts his head a little but whatever looks that were being sent clearly wasn't meant for him, so in the end he shrugs it off and lets his fingers close around the dice. His empty hand follows to cup them between his palms and after pressing a kiss of his own to where his thumbs meet, he idly shakes them a few times. ]}

If it makes you feel any better I'd say I'm worth at least three friends, friend.

_{[ Nevermind that his own best (and probably only requited) friend was made of metal, fire, and rubber and snarled like a wild beast. Surely if he counts said bestie that'd bump the friend count up to four for Reno, right? Assuming he gets the opportunity to introduce the two but that was neither here nor there and since he hadn't heard a single peep of that faithful steed since waking, there was no real point in dwelling on it. He was here for fun, not worrying about any what-ifs.

One more quick rub-n-roll, and he lets 'em go. The first rolls across the table and bumps into someone's glass, and the second almost spins for half an eternity before it comes to a gentle stop. It's so quiet around the table that the soft little tink of its sides can be heard, and staring up at the room sits two (mostly) harmless words.]}

Lick.
Ass.

_{[ Roche stares at them for a long while, and then a gods-awful snort cuts through the silence like a red-hot knife through butter. ]}

You know, I almost thought you were joking.

[ i mean. he kind of was joking. only kind of, because frankly? his luck is incredible. he's had so many near misses, close calls, and "how the fuck did i make it outta that"s at this point that he's starting to wonder if there ain't something up with that. no Turk anticipates a long life, and while Reno can say with confidence that he's never given up and doesn't plan to, he's certainly had moments of "welp, guess that's it," only to weasel out of it at the last second by some wild happenstance. you could make an argument for winding up in those situations in the first place, but personally, he's an "ends justify the means" kinda guy. ha ha, yeah, his luck is great.

no seriously. it's great.

the entire table's fallen into a bit of a hush by the time the second die lands, and that silence continues for a good few seconds more. Roche is the first to break it with that ugly snort-laugh, and once the lid's off, the rest of the participants all erupt into Noise. laughter, squealing, Scandalized Gasps, exclamations of various sorts, general chatter. Reno's face instantly lights up like a firework the moment the crowd pops off—he's a real extroverted introvert, y'know? when the vibes start vibing, he comes alive. big smile, bright eyes, and his own cackling hyena laugh to join the chorus of excitement over this fortuitous development. ]

Damn, what a ruckus! You people must be real desperate for some action.

[ they are. they very much are. and i mean frankly as far as action goes, the dice can't really take it that much farther than this. that little comment just amps the chatter up more. he's pretty sure he catches a nervous-sounding someone ask, wait, not like that, though, right? hysterical. absolutely hysterical. see? interpretation. that's what makes the game fun.

without further ado, Reno stands up from his seat, turning the full force of his crooked grin on Roche. nothing about it, crooked or otherwise, suggests shy, though. honestly, if it's anything? it's expectation. a twist at the waist, and he hitches that oversized t-shirt up over the back of his hips. no shame, there, either. look, dozens of people have seen his ass today, and that was before it was getting any attention. the sheer size of the shirt he found absolutely drowns him, so it'd be hard to say for sure, but there's no mystery about it now: he's a skinny little thing, all muscle, with a pert twink ass he has no shame showing off what-so-ever. he's got a little half-moon scar on the back of one thigh, right under his ass. gives it a little extra character. ]

'Sall yours, friend. You look like a leggy fucker, think it'd be easier just to bend me over the table? I don't mind.

[ clearly. ]

_{[ Oh. He likes this one. Roche definitely likes the wild energy crackling behind those eyes and when he reaches out to touch, it's with a quiet reverence that anyone else might actually mistake for hesitance. Thankfully it's anything but hesitant, both hands moving under the soft fabric of Reno's shirt to wander up the expanse of his back, his eyes drifting up to the onlookers as he thinks about the best way to go about it. There it is again, that nervous he's not really gonna, is he? followed by another person shushing them with a shuddup and let him cook, Weston. No arguing with an audience like that, huh? They really are parched for entertainment. ]}

You're the whole package and then some, aren't you? Handsome, pretty, funny...

_{[ Now he lets his hands drop to Reno's waist, thumbs kneading at the back of his hips for a few seconds as he casually guides him this way and that. Both to show him off a little, and... okay, yeah, maybe so Roche can steal a good eyeful for himself, too. ]}

Though I think I've got a better idea if you're willing to show off a little... What say we give our new friends a peek at what they could be getting with a little luck of their own?

_{[ And softer, meant just for him— To their friends it's a little ante-upping with some coy, innocent flirting that sells this particular round that much more if the wolf whistles were anything to go by. To them? Roche just needs to clear one little, teensy thing up. He may flash his teeth to everyone on the open road but that doesn't mean he has to show them to everyone. ]}

You're fine with being picked up, right? I can promise you with all my heart that I won't drop you.

[ chalk it up to how he'd been hornballed out of his mind not more than a few hours ago, but fuck if those hands don't feel nice. touch isn't a problem for him any more than flashing his ass was, and if nothing else, he leans right back into Roche's attention like it's something he's had before. like he expects it. demands it, even. and all the while, he keeps his wily-eyed gaze on the audience, offering a grin here and a wink there, until Roche leans closer with his stage aside. ]

Oh, I love showing off. Gotta give folks somethin' to aspire to.

[ whatever "it" is, he's in, no hesitation, no equivocations. he's here for a good time, baybee, not a long time. (although how long he's here-here, locked up in a sex casino when he should be very busy doing Very Important Things somewhere else—that remains to be seen). it just comes natural to him, going along with whatever ridiculous and probably very trashy, slutty thing there is for him to do, just because it's fun. because he can. because he hasn't seen any of his bosses or coworkers, Shinra's pretty much donezo and his public image means fuck-all here. kinda liberating, when you think about it. back home, those little bitches wouldn't even let him have an insta.

playing flirtatious with Roche comes easy to him, too, but that's mostly because he doesn't need to pretend. maybe a little extra sass, y'know, for the audience, but the rest is all legit. his voice lowers, too, but he's not so good at the stage whispers. it's still pretty audible. ]

I know you won't.

[ 'Cause you're a SOLDIER. gotta be, right? he'd bet whatever chips he's got left on it. to everyone else who can hear the lowered-voice exchange, it sounds like he's just being cutesy, that little note of knowing, familiarity. it's that, but it's also an I see you. a warning shot before he leans in and drapes his arms around Roche's shoulders. ]

And even if you do, I'm kinda into that, too. It ain't a good night if I don't come out of it with a new bruise or two or twelve to show off later.

While leaving my mark on a pretty thing like yourself is very tempting...

_{[ A deep breath like he's preparing to actually exert himself — it's just for show — and once he feels Reno's grip settle around the back of his neck and shoulders he stoops just enough to encourage uppies. One-two-three and without batting an eye Roche finally puts that SOLDIER-strength to use, hands hooking under Reno's thighs as he hefts him up and takes a half-step forward to set him on the edge of the table. Easy? E a s y. There were times where he'd sometimes miss being normal and actually being able to feel the weight of another person in his arms but those days and the ones where he was just Some Guy in PubSec were history. He knows just as well as anyone that people were drawn to fooling around with those in SOLDIER to have a taste of that raw strength they possessed, and it's not like Roche of all people was going to deny someone their shot at thrill-seeking.

Especially if the delighted ohs from those watching were anything to go by. He get the appeal of it, he really does, and sometimes there were times where he'd goad people into trying to throw him around too if only to see if they actually could.

Something in his gut tells him that Reno could be one of them despite how light he felt in his hold. Something about big surprises in small packages, right? Right.

And there it is — if there were any doubts before, the proof was right there. Here, as Roche tilts his head at juuuuuust the right angle, his eyes almost glow under the lights in the room. He's SOLDIER alright, even if he's not a First. Yet he's still just as careful as can be as he places one hand over Reno's chest and lightly pushes at him. The other? Oh, that's staying on his thigh for one damn good reason; once he goes back, he's lifting up.

He's got to be flexible if he looks like this, doesn't he? ]}

It wouldn't be in the spirit of the game if I did that when I haven't been told to.

_{[ Yet. ]}

[ look. he's pretty lightweight, but he's also a thirty year old adult man that works out. he may not be able to keep weight on him to save his life, but Roche isn't that stacked and their height difference is that crazy. so when he doesn't so much as grunt, that's almost as telling as the incandescent effect that the overhead lights bounce off of. this guy's SOLDIER through and through, and that opens up about a million questions in Reno's hamster-on-a-wheel brain, like: what class? have they met before? are there others? and also: how is he still alive and in one whole piece?

there'll be plenty of time for all that later, though. work time and play time are definitively separate, and that line is strictly not to be crossed, especially at a time like this. the searching, calculating look in Reno's eyes comes and goes, and he falls back against the table like a maiden being laid out on her wedding bed to grin upside-down at the folks sitting closest to where his head lands. ]

Guess I better hope you roll a "bite" next time. It's not cheating if you only roll one die, right?

[ I think that's cheating, someone answers. ]

Okaaaay, but none of you are gonna rat about it. Deal?

[ to make a deal, you generally need to extend an offer in exchange, and Reno doesn't—verbally. the offer is in the casual and effortless bend of his leg as Roche lifts it up. he is in fact very flexible—maybe not "can put his leg behind his head" status, but that range of motion seems to stretch as far as Roche needs it to and then some. he's gotta have good core strength, too, to keep his back completely flat against the tabletop without needing his other leg for leverage against something; the tip of his toes doesn't even reach the floor. (shorty.) that's the deal: this show for cheating on the next round. nobody gives a real answer, though, probably because they're all transfixed by the length of that bare leg over Roche's shoulder or how his t-shirt rucks up, pooled around his navel and leaving little to the imagination where it counts. ]

You heard 'em. Handicap next round. If my turn or someone else's doesn't fucking wreck you first, that is.

_{[ The rules don't say anything against copping a feel to any other body part not listed on the dice either, so while he guides Reno this way and that he takes the opportunity to let his hand slide over his thigh and — making sure to pointedly skip his knee — all the way up to his calf resting against his shoulder. There's power in the muscle he feels and the thought makes his heart skip. Could he keep up with him? Could it be possible that this guy can actually back his words up with action? Gods, he hopes so. Once he's got those long, lanky legs exactly where he wants them, Roche turns his head to brush his lips across Reno's shin. Good boy. Stay. ]}

Don't go making promises you can't keep, Spitfire.

_{[ Hmm... Hotshot or Spitfire, which does he like better? While Roche mulls it over to himself he lifts Reno's ass-end up just a little higher and, subsequently, leaves him at lip-level with the curve of his thigh. He can just barely make out that little scar from this angle too, and when Roche adjusts his grip he lets his thumb trace over it with a quiet laugh. ]}

Cute. I think I'm already envious of whoever gets their hands on you next.

_{[ But as tempting as it is to keep Reno all to himself, that'd hardly be fair. So, he ducks his head down and starting from the curve of his asscheek, Roche drags his tongue from one side to the other and just to deliver a little payback, blows a gentle puff of air over the wet stripe left behind in his wake. He even goes as far as to tease at a bite with a gentle scrape of his teeth but unfortunately rules were rules; no sinking those wicked fangs into anything until the dice say otherwise and for once he's going to play by them. Just because it's fun. ]}

You're cute. I'll answer to "Spitfire," except for the part where I don't spit. I've got manners, dammit.

[ no he doesn't.

those in the crowd with a view of his face are treated to a salacious flick of his tongue, which while not nearly as interesting as what's going on on the other end of the table is still something. they're a couple of crowd-pleasers, these two. Reno almost feels the warmth of Roche's tongue before it happens just based on how their little audience reacts, spanning the spectrum of squeals and giggles and grins, shared whispers with partners, and stares ranging from disbelieving to beady-eyed and hungry. frankly, that makes the entire thing that much more satisfying. to say he's never had an audience is, erm, a stretch, but any shenanigans he's gotten up to in public typically involved having most if not all of his clothes still technically on. laid out on a table with his legs wrapped around some hot stranger's shoulders is kind of a new one. which is good—he's into new experiences.

as for the attention, that's not technically quite so new, but that chilly little breath does get him to squirm just a bit. the hint of teeth, moreso. little shit. he may be able to handle himself just fine, but the gooseflesh that breaks out over his skin doesn't lie. ]

So you're the possessive type, but you also like to play with your food? I see how it is. You're a real heartbeaker, ain'tcha?

Possessive implies I'm the sort to keep you at my side without giving you a chance to stretch your legs.

_{[ Ha ha, legs. Get it? Because he's still got one up over his shoulder— Okay, that's bad even to him if the ugly snort is anything to go by, but he's not put out by his own stupid joke. Nah, Roche is all teeth and smiles as he starts to untangle himself from Reno's legs so he can ease them down, even if he doesn't pull himself away entirely quite yet. He takes a moment or five to admire the way he's got him sprawled out on the table with everyone else and then to really drive their audience wild, Roche stretches out over Reno to scoop the dice up. Just before he draws back he allows himself to look down, and as he straightens himself upright, he offers Reno his free hand.

Up. ]}

I don't like sharing when I want to savor my food, that's all. If I break a few hearts in the process, well... I can't be blamed for that, can I?

_{[ Idly, he picks at a piece of fuzz sticking to the front of Reno's shirt, then casually offers the dice back. Was it Reno's turn or someone else's? Hell if he remembers the order because right now his attention is stuck on him just like the aforementioned fuzz now pinched between his fingers and... Huh. The longer he stares, the more something seems eerily familiar. He almost feels like he's being sized up, but... That's not necessarily a bad thing, you know?

Still, it's strange. ]}

Though judging by the looks of things I'd say you're the heartbreaker.

[ as Roche extracts himself from Reno's space, Reno lets his leg down easy, dangling over the edge of the table like the first. with neither one properly supported, he takes the opportunity to stretch one out to rest against the seat of his vacated chair just to keep from sliding off the edge, and then... up?

nah.

he takes the offered hand and leaves it to rest against his chest (and pick fuzz of of it, thanks for that). the smart thing to do would probably be, at least to fix that hiked-up shirt rather than stay there sprawled out and exposed, but if it ain't an issue for anyone else, it sure ain't an issue for him. ]

Think I'll stay like this awhile. It's comfy.

[ it isn't, but being the center of attention is, at least when he has another person to share the spotlight with. since it is, in fact, his turn, he cups his hand for Roche to drop the dice into, and just to work the crowd, he raises his arm up over his head to let the very fancily dressed masked lady sitting across from him give the dice a lucky blow this time. ]

I don't deal in hearts, so it isn't any of my business if they get broken while I'm doing my thing. Collateral damage happens in a place like this. It's the risk you take!

[ general "you," of course.

a tip of his hand sideways and the dice clatter across the remaining space on the table. one lands by his bent arm, which he nudges aside, and the other nearly goes flying—someone reaches out their hand to stop it and then pushes it back into the center. ]

What's it say?

[ they say Lick and Mouth, and it's Reno's turn to snort when the crowd reads off his result. ]

God damn, these things really want us to have a fucking oral fixation, don't they? That is nasty. After you just had that tongue on my ass? Why, I never.

_{[ Hey, if Reno wants to keep his hand he's not going to stop him. In fact it only encourages Roche to fan his fingers out and start to idly scritch-n-scratch everywhere he can reach without moving it with a content, lazy smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. Honestly, what kind of man would he be if he were to deny this full-course meal something like this, huh? He'd be denying himself the feeling of his muscles moving this way and that when he stretches his arms up too, and Roche isn't about to do that - not while he's got the opportunity to touch between the rolls of the dice. They don't exactly forbid it, soooooooooo... ]}

It was on, not in, but I could always fetch something from the bar to make it a little more palatable.

_{[ Obviously he's playing, and obviously he's not going anywhere lest someone move in on his spot. Roche doesn't even have to glance towards said bar because at least three other table-goers pipe up with their own offerings. I've got a Chambord! and something else that he doesn't quite catch involving vanilla being the loudest. ]}

What'll it be, Spitfire?

_{[ Because they're still eager for action and now that these folks have had a taste, they want m o r e. Listen to those hoots-n-whistles! ]}

[ as if anyone here really believes Reno draws the line here, even the ones offering various options to help them out. he laughs, genuine and almost a little breathless at the absolute clamor the table's making. can't even remember the last time he felt this amped up by another person, let alone people, plural. it's mostly just been his partner, getting him good with those flashy explosives, but that's a whole world away from the situation he's in now (literally and figuratively). in the same vein, up until he got here it'd been awhile since he really fooled around much, either, so it's small wonder that this would all feel like such a fucking rush. can't overlook the intensity of those big blue eyes, either—especially with the Mako to make them shine the way they do. other than a certain someone that doesn't count, he can't remember the last time anyone with eyes like that looked at him at all, never mind like this.

this is wild. and he's feelin' it, and doesn't miss a beat in reaching out with a snap of his fingers toward one of the people at the table that'd called out. ]

The Chambord, yeah. Give him that. In fact, you can just pour a little in here while you're at it, too. You like fruity stuff, pal?

[ cause if so you'll love Reno. (as long as you can handle the spicy that goes with it.) but also, yes, he's inviting some drunken stranger to pour alcohol straight into his open mouth while he's laying on his back, what's the worst that could happen? they slosh it all over his face and the table and half of everything else? he drowns in it and dies? that's fine. he'll die how he lived: slutty.

their helpful little helper doesn't hesitate to participate either way, leaning across the table with their thick-stemmed snifter glass. the little bit that they do manage to carefully drizzle into Reno's, giggling uncontrollably the entire time, mouth burns the way good fuckin' liquor does, with a hit of whatever they've got it mixed with and syrupy sweet liqueur. the only casualty is a tiny rivulet that snakes down the side of his jaw, dark red and alarmingly reminiscent of blood, which Reno must realize, because he leaves it that way when he grins like a jungle cat as the patron then offers the glass to Roche. his fingers curl into the front of Roche's shirt like one, too. knead. ]

Take a good swig'a that and then c'mere.

Like it? Oh, I adore it.

_{[ Their enthusiasm is infectious and the sheer giddiness on their face fills Roche's heart with warmth. He never kept his emotions hidden before and there was no way he was going to start now, not when the needle was just beginning to climb. It's so damn contagious that when he feels someone lean up against his back to get a better look at Reno from his point of view, he tilts his head a little bit to the side so they can squeeze their head onto his shoulder and... Yeah, he lolls it back to gently bonk. It knocks their perfectly-placed hair adornments loose, but they don't seem to mind in the least. In fact, they start giggling right along with everyone else and even goes as far as to help Roche guide the glass Reno passes to him to his lips.

Such help doesn't go unrewarded either — what is he, some hooligan from Sector 4's slums? Not. A. Chance. Roche repays that gentle touch with a promise that he'll let them have a turn with Reno and a quick little kiss to their temple, knocking their jewelry even more askew with a laugh. R-Really? You promise? ]}

Mmhm, I promise, sweetheart.

_{[ And boy if that doesn't get everyone else starting to think how they can be of assistance when it's not their turn, clearly eager for whatever scraps they can get. Reno may be the main attraction here but that doesn't mean Roche is about to let him have all the fun, you know? He's getting in on this too.

It's precisely why he doesn't put up a fight once Reno draws him in by his shirt, and if he flexes a little to let him steal a feel? No he didn't. Nobody saw a thing if they know what's on the line, but Roche doesn't look up to see. His gaze zeroes in on that little dribble moving closer and closer to the table — up until he leans back down to stop it in his tracks with the tip of his tongue. Then, a half-kiss, and another until he's a bee's dick width away from actually kissing him.

His eyes are even more beautiful up close, perfectly framed by red crescents. At first he'd thought it might've been facepaint, but no. That's ink. ]}

All yours, Spitfire. I'll try not to nip but if I do? Not sorry.

_{[ The dice say Reno gets his mouth? Oh, he's getting his mouth. ]}

Better not be.

[ he's not a kissy guy by nature, but when it comes to this, he'll make an exception. besides, the dice didn't say kiss, they said lick. of course, it's a little hard not to conflate the two in the process a bit, but still—the instructions are clear: the game has called for some sloppy makeouts, not dumb kissing for dumb babies. you'd think the crowd would be less excited about this than they were about licking ass, and yeah, maybe there's a lot less scandal involved this time around, but it's pretty apparent to Reno that both of them know how to work a crowd. Roche in particular is a goddamn charmer, the sugar-on-top to go with Reno's provocative, unabashed spice. it's always nice to meet someone who can back his plays. that doesn't happen very often. that doesn't happen... almost ever, really, aside from his partner, but he's making every conscious effort in the world not to think about him (or any of the others; he's allergic to worrying, and having not seen any of them yet so far would be a cause to worry if not for all the delicious distractions to help him avoid it).

true to form, Reno doesn't pull Roche into kiss him so much as to instantly lick into his mouth, lapping past his lips and the sweet raspberry flavor staining them. as he fits their mouths together, he uses his legs to leverage Roche in closer so that he doesn't have to rely so much on pulling, never mind, god forbid, having to strain his neck at all. those legs wend around his hips and trap him in nice and close, and that frees up his hand to catch it in that lovely blond hair again. that's soft, man. he's a sucker for hair like that, and dice be damned, he's gonna wrap it around his fist and play with it a little while he's got the chance.

at the very least, this little performance inspires a few who don't feel like waiting their turn to try it for themselves, which means there's a bit less commotion when Reno finally loosens his grasp in Roche's hair and there's just enough space between them to breathe (but not enough space for Jesus, no sirree). the tip of his tongue ghosts along Roche's bottom lip (okay, fine, that's cheating, it said mouth not lips, but fucking sue him, it's the same shit) with a huff of a laugh and a double-dare-ya gaze, his voice just audible below the din. ]

And here I thought all SOLDIERs were bad kissers.

_{[ It's intoxicating, and he doesn't mean the rich, perfectly-sweet liquor this time.

Once Reno "traps" him with his legs it's pretty much over for Roche. Between his energy and that of everyone else, Roche feels his heart roar to life and fill his chest with a fire strong enough to make his breath catch in his throat. That's the rush he craves every single day he goes out on the road. It may not be a breakneck, high-speed chase over Midgar's sprawling and crowded highways, but by god if it doesn't make his fingers tingle like he'd just been shocked with his own thunder spells in the best possible way. Every swipe of Reno's tongue earns one back in kind, fully intent on giving as good as he gets. He can be selfish but not like this, you know? They've got a show to put on, and... Maybe he wants to leave a lasting impression.

Which is exactly why when the coast seems clear, Roche delivers a quick blink-and-you'll-miss-it snap with his canines right to the center of Reno's lip when he pulls back. Just like he said he isn't going to apologize, nor did he ever promise to not bite.

He quickly decides he wants to do it again too but he can see someone from the corner of his eye glancing their way, making a vague motion for the dice. My turn? Yeah, yeah- it'll keep the lot busy for a few minutes until it comes back around anyway, so Roche awkwardly reaches above Reno's head to nudge the closest die over their way. Another person knocks the second, leaving Roche free to turn his attention back to Reno just in time for him to speak and...

Gods. He could bite him again for that, you know? His lips curl into a wicked little grin but he doesn't bite. Roche huffs a quiet laugh right along with him and drums a rhythm to match the distant din of some song he can just barely hear over Reno's heart instead. ]}

Maybe it's because I haven't had the fun drilled out of me like all the others.

_{[ He curls his fingers into his shirt, eyes searching. The longer he stares the more he really thinks he's seen this guy before, but... He still has nothin'. Nada. Zip. ]}

Have we met? Before now, obviously, because I... feel like I'd remember seeing a lovely face like yours.

[ so he was right. no surprises there, really, and he wasn't exactly expecting the guy to deny it, but still—feels good to be right about things. seems like, more often than not, that doesn't manage to be the case no matter how hard they try at it, and that's just fuckin' frustrating, y'know? but there's no runaround about it here. Roche's smile and that pleasant little touch are refreshingly simple in place of the cat-and-mouse game he'd half thought he might get. after all, there aren't supposed to be any SOLDIERs anymore, at least not that they've really found. either they all ate shit with the rest of Midgar, they've degraded beyond use, or they got the hell out of dodge while the gettin' was good, and judging by the look of this one, he'd have to assume it wasn't the former. so that means he deserted, and if that meant half a damn anymore, that'd be a reason for Reno to give him hell, but it doesn't, so it ain't.

that doesn't mean he can't mess with him a little, though. eventually. mixing pleasure and business sucks, and the pleasure's real nice right about now. Reno squeezes with his thighs, keeping him close. their turn might be over, but that doesn't mean shit to him right now. even as the next roll of the dice for someone else's turn rattles right by his head, his eyes stay focused entirely on Roche's. ]

Mm, don't think so. What Class? You say First and I'll headbutt you so hard you'll start talking backwards.

[ listen, it's been years and he has still had enough of that. "First Class" My Ass isn't even funny anymore when Cloud is, frankly, more talented than any of the actual Firsts ever were (...mostly), but that's not the point. he's just not into being bullshitted. not about that.

to everyone else at the table it just looks like they're having some extremely saucy, up-close-and-personal private dialogue, and in a way they sort of are. the murmuring, the proximity, the sharp little nip of his front teeth against Roche's lip—it all checks out for "probably having the kind of conversation that'll end with them taking each other to bed before long." joke's on all these people, though: he doesn't need a gooddamn bed to take this handsome little anomaly for a spin. they keep up like this and he's not gonna be able to help himself regardless of where they end up. ]

Not if I do it first for merely suggesting something so absurd.

_{[ Would he though??? Like, really-really? He doesn't mind getting rough with people but a headbutt from a SOLDIER would most likely wind up in a broken nose at the very least if not worse, so... Yeah, nah. Not outside of a fight, and only if he was fighting dirty. That doesn't mean he isn't going to playfully tease one though, his head shifting just enough to let their brows touch. His nose wrinkles in a silent laugh, and then Roche tilts his head back down to keep up the "act". There's chemistry, and then there's water on a grease fire. Oh, if only he knew. ]}

Don't get me wrong I can keep up with their lot, but I'm thankful to say I'm a Third. Roche, at your service.

_{[ Ordinarily this is where he'd offer up a nice ol' classic handshake but uh. They're pretty much past casual introductions like that, huh? Nothing like having a tongue stuck halfway down your throat to really know a guy, and something tells him if everyone in this building had their way it'd be the default form of greeting. Not that he's complaining since the more Reno makes himself nice and comfortable, Roche shifts and wiggles until he's just as good. One hand stays right over his heart while the other winds up teasing at the ends of Reno's hair, with most of his weight supported on that particular arm so he doesn't wind up crushing the man. ]}

I'm guessing you've got plenty of experience with... _{[ He trails off thanks to someone walking by taking a middling interest at the table and everything going on, and they'd taken the opportunity to reach out and let their hand ghost across Reno's leg and Roche's lower back as they pass by. Must be a classic Peacock Hello or something because it's over almost as quickly as it started. ]} ...Mn, with SOLDIER?

Roche, Third Class... nope, never heard'a ya.

[ he says that like it's a good thing. frankly? it is. you don't want Turks hearing of you in more cases than not; either you were recruited by one or you've got one deployed to bring your ass in and/or put your ass down. rarely, if you're special, you've got at least one for backup (or the other way around, probably), but a Third? nah. they'd never waste InvSec on third-class trash. the thought, now something of a fond, distant memory given the state of the world the way he left it back home, pulls a chuckle out of him. that could also be that touch to his leg, though. shit fucking tickles, quit. ]

You could say I've put a few through their paces, yeah. Terrible kissers, like I said. Every last one of 'em. Couldn't really blame them—bunch of never-had-a-girlfriend babies that think they're hot shit in a uniform. You're a different story, though. I can tell.

[ yes, he's perfectly aware he hasn't given his name or pretty much anything else about him. he practically makes a game out of showing that he's being coy on purpose, the way he twirls a lock of Roche's hair around his finger and lets it go, bats his lashes, and smiles like a little shit. listen, it's all tee-hees and you're so prettys until he shows up in his uniform, and then all of a sudden he's the boogeyman. one Third that gave him a bunch of sass even said "please don't tell my ma" when he realized who he was dealing with, and if that didn't damn near break his heart (it really didn't move him emotionally at all)...

the dice make their way around, and there's a big commotion over the lady that was sitting across from him deciding to just strip her dress entirely off for the "bite" and "breast" her neighbor rolled. it's a complicated gown, you see, and nobody could figure out how to get over it or under it, so... off it goes. Reno's attention is pulled away only for a moment, chin tipping up to watch this unfold upside-down, and there's a wrinkle to his brow when he levels with Roche again. ]

Psst... hey, Roche. They're showing us up. Are we gonna let them get away with that?

_{[ If he's offended by being an unknown, he doesn't show it. (He's not, for the record.) Granted he hasn't quite put the face to any particular suit just yet, the chances of his opinion changing were none to slim because, well. What would a Suit do to him here, huh? At best they'd haul him back to Midgar which wouldn't be the worst thing in the world, but...

Reno looks away from him, and Roche follows the direction of his head.

They're not the only ones looking, though Roche doesn't tear his eyes away from the scene just yet. Who's the lucky biter— Ah. The nervous fellow from before, still looking just a wee bit hesitant even with the cheers of encouragement and friendly backslaps and shoulder jostles. Friendly shouts of go on, kid! We know you've been giving her the eye since she turned up! followed by sputtered protests, but not quite refusing. I'm thirty-eight! That's not a kid! Roche, for his part, sends a wolf-whistle in their direction, laughing as he looks back down to Reno with a crooked grin. ]}

I'll remind you that I'm technically handicapped on my next roll per the deal we made, but...

_{[ Rules, rules, rules. Good SOLDIERs followed them. Roche... isn't exactly a good one. Efficient? Yes. Good in a fight? Also yes. Good at following orders? Someone could tell him to fetch a stick and he'd bring the whole damn tree back. ]}

Let me in your head and I'll show you just how different I am, Spitfire.

Oh, I'll let you in somewhere, but I dunno about it being my head. Up here's a no-fly zone.

[ somewhere, he says with a squeeze of his thighs against Roche's flanks. yeah, there's no flying up in his head because the runways are all jammed. he knows what Roche is getting at, though, he's just having fun stringing him along awhile. what's he going to do with a name, anyway? nobody knows Turk names unless they've done something to warrant it, in which case they've probably been scared straight enough not to have to hear about them more than just the once. as he taps his own temple, the crowd hollers as a good, solid bite finally happens. Nervous Nelly over there's got quite the set of chompers if the way Lady Godiva in her batwing mask carries on about it is anything to go off of.

frankly, he's jealous. a bite on the tit would make his day, but at least he's got this: a whole who-knows-how-tall hunk of SOLDIER weight settled over him that's all too ready and willing to get to know him. times change, turns table, etc. ]

Besides, I think I'm starting to warm up to "Spitfire." It's got a ring to it. If you're worried about what name to scream when this goes the way it's definitely goin', we'll just have to make sure you ain't able to speak at the time so it won't be an issue. Maybe like that.

[ a twitch of his chin in the direction he'd just looked; he doesn't need to watch this time. his view's just fine looking straight ahead, following the path of his own fingers as they skirt along Roche's jaw. whew, that is some fortunate bone structure. this guy did his mama proud in more ways than one, no doubt. ]

_{[ His eyes flit back up to watch the pair through half-lidded eyes all while tilting and pushing his chin into Reno's hands like a needy, attention-seeking pet. The dice don't say jack nor shit about face-touching so you can bet your ass that Roche can and will take full advantage of that fact. His shoulders rise and fall with a deep sigh, and as Reno's legs tighten around his sides he tests the waters with a slow and curious roll of his hips. Less-observant gawkers might easily mistake it as him simply shifting his weight to keep his legs from falling asleep, but if you know you know. He's picking up what Reno puts down and he hums softly in consideration. Not being able to speak, huh? He can think of a few ways how that can be managed and they're all tempting.

Roche tears his eyes away when the bite turns a little more sensual, but it's not to give them privacy. Fuck, privacy didn't exist on this entire floor let alone this measly room and its table. His gaze catches Reno's, then he slowly tilts his head up a little higher to give him better access and a better look.

Who is he to deny someone the opportunity to touch? Certainly not him. ]}

If it's all the same to you, I think I'll let you be the one who screams a name. After all, it'd be rude to speak with my mouth fu...ll...

_{[ Aw, hell. Whether its intentional or on accident, Reno's nails catch against a little patch of skin that forces Roche to trail off with a very pleased hum that sits low in his throat. ]}

Mn... You're dangerous, aren't you? Funny, pretty, and a sweet touch... No wonder the other SOLDIERs couldn't pass muster.

_{[ He gets it. He really gets it, and every time Reno's fingers drift up past his chin to come dangerously close to his lip he's half tempted to "bite" it and put his mouth to use. Would that be breaking a rule or no? He leans towards yes, but at the same time... Temptation is a hard call to ignore. Roche does make the effort to at least try though, so there's that. ]}

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