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TDM 01: TAKE 2
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【 Thank you for choosing the Golden Peacock, 5-Star Resort and Casino. You are currently registered as a WILDCARD in our system.
Unfortunately, due to high demand during the holiday season, we are temporarily unable to check you in to your reserved room. We deeply apologize for the inconvenience. We have arranged for a temporary room while we work on processing your reservation as quickly as possible. We appreciate your understanding during this time.
As a token of our appreciation we have issued 4 CLOTHING VOUCHERS and 4 FOOD VOUCHERS to your account that can be used at many of our locations. Complimentary chips have also been applied to your bank account.
You will be notified as soon as your reservation has been processed. Your comfort and happiness are our utmost priority. We sincerely hope you enjoy your stay. 】
EVENS
EVENS
Soft. Warm. Cozy.
The beep of the Watch is gentle, a considerately low sound when rousing newly arrived wildcards while a small vibration tickles the wrist. Satin sheets slide with the lazy stretch of legs. Bedding shuffles. The room is a comfortable temperature but … for some reason, it’s maybe a touch too warm? And cramped?
As characters rouse from their slumber (or otherwise blink into awareness) they will find that they are now in a shitty resort room. They have been temporarily allocated a rank 2 suite. These suites are small and the twin bed takes up the majority of the space inside. Walkable area is minuscule. There is no decor or window. All characters are naked, wearing only a white terrycloth robe knotted at the waist. No details are given other than the above message and a follow-up message explaining GAME 52.
But perhaps that’s not the most alarming part.
They’re not alone.
All characters will find themselves waking up in pairs. Not only have they woken up in an entirely unknown place, they are pressed up against and/or are cuddling what may potentially be a total stranger. Even if a pair is lucky enough to know one other ... pretty awkward waking up together like this, isn't it?
Due to holiday overbooking all characters are required to share a room while the backlog of reservations are processed. Some of these rank 2 suites may even have three temporary residents if you’re feeling spicy.
The resort is truly sorry that they overbooked during the holiday season. This is unprecedented. They have never before seen the house bring in so many new guests at once. Without even a heads up for the staff. It’s like being middle management isn’t worth it! For the sake of avoiding headaches and customer complaints, wildcards will find that each room has an included a gift basket as an apology for the inconvenience.
Wildcards that explore outside will find staff running around like frenzied hens. These employees will encourage wildcards to go wash up in the bathroom, a communal space with plenty of free supplies for newcomers. The communal bathroom is a clean area with multiple open showers, sinks, and water closets. Wildcards will find shelves stocked with basic toiletries and clean towels. They will also find other general bathroom amenities available for use like hair dryers, face masks, scrub brushes, combs, razors, toothbrushes, q-tips, and so on.
All facilities inside the communal bathroom aside from the toilets are open concept and there is no separation based on gender (or anything else). Everyone is expected to share.
Some of the staff will pity these poor new guests that have had their reservations pushed out. They will show characters the way to one of the small supply closets that are used by cleaning staff. The closet is small but fully stocked with linens, extra toiletries, pillows, robes, slippers, and yellow Golden Peacock tracksuits in a full range of sizes. They will encourage wildcards to take whatever they want before running off again.
But those that aren’t careful might find themselves in an interesting predicament.
Wildcards will find that the hallways of the basement are chilly and narrow. Heading to the end of the hallway will reveal a stairwell where they can ascend to check out the main resort. Welcome to the Golden Peacock!
The beep of the Watch is gentle, a considerately low sound when rousing newly arrived wildcards while a small vibration tickles the wrist. Satin sheets slide with the lazy stretch of legs. Bedding shuffles. The room is a comfortable temperature but … for some reason, it’s maybe a touch too warm? And cramped?
As characters rouse from their slumber (or otherwise blink into awareness) they will find that they are now in a shitty resort room. They have been temporarily allocated a rank 2 suite. These suites are small and the twin bed takes up the majority of the space inside. Walkable area is minuscule. There is no decor or window. All characters are naked, wearing only a white terrycloth robe knotted at the waist. No details are given other than the above message and a follow-up message explaining GAME 52.
But perhaps that’s not the most alarming part.
They’re not alone.
All characters will find themselves waking up in pairs. Not only have they woken up in an entirely unknown place, they are pressed up against and/or are cuddling what may potentially be a total stranger. Even if a pair is lucky enough to know one other ... pretty awkward waking up together like this, isn't it?
Due to holiday overbooking all characters are required to share a room while the backlog of reservations are processed. Some of these rank 2 suites may even have three temporary residents if you’re feeling spicy.
The resort is truly sorry that they overbooked during the holiday season. This is unprecedented. They have never before seen the house bring in so many new guests at once. Without even a heads up for the staff. It’s like being middle management isn’t worth it! For the sake of avoiding headaches and customer complaints, wildcards will find that each room has an included a gift basket as an apology for the inconvenience.
Wildcards that explore outside will find staff running around like frenzied hens. These employees will encourage wildcards to go wash up in the bathroom, a communal space with plenty of free supplies for newcomers. The communal bathroom is a clean area with multiple open showers, sinks, and water closets. Wildcards will find shelves stocked with basic toiletries and clean towels. They will also find other general bathroom amenities available for use like hair dryers, face masks, scrub brushes, combs, razors, toothbrushes, q-tips, and so on.
All facilities inside the communal bathroom aside from the toilets are open concept and there is no separation based on gender (or anything else). Everyone is expected to share.
Some of the staff will pity these poor new guests that have had their reservations pushed out. They will show characters the way to one of the small supply closets that are used by cleaning staff. The closet is small but fully stocked with linens, extra toiletries, pillows, robes, slippers, and yellow Golden Peacock tracksuits in a full range of sizes. They will encourage wildcards to take whatever they want before running off again.
But those that aren’t careful might find themselves in an interesting predicament.
Wildcards will find that the hallways of the basement are chilly and narrow. Heading to the end of the hallway will reveal a stairwell where they can ascend to check out the main resort. Welcome to the Golden Peacock!
ODDS
ODDS
A bird cries in the distance. Water beads trickle down chilled flesh. Itch itch itch—something pokes your bare ass.
The beep of the Watch is as gentle as it was for the new arrivals that didn’t wake up on the cold hard ground but the sound blends into the rustle of leaves and the gurgle of the river. Unlike their luckier colleagues, some wildcards have unexpectedly woken up in the middle of lush vegetation. Oops! That was a miscalculation. No details are given other than the above message and a follow-up message explaining GAME 52.
Wildcards that wake up in the Vale will be completely naked and without a resort robe to cover up. Lost amid thick bushes, mushroom clusters, and towering trees, it doesn't feel like they're in a resort at all. Isn't this a rainforest? By all accounts, this is a rainforest.
Those that wake in the Vale will have to make their way through the rainforest to find the exit. Really, so unexpected! This was not what we had in our system at all. It must be overloaded from high demand. Our apologies. Please don't complain.
Laughter rings throughout the forest. Footsteps echo. Branches snap. There are other people around aside from you naked newbies. If eavesdropped upon, wildcards may pick up on what these guests are cawing about. It sounds like they’re playing some kind of game.
Wildcards that wake up in the Vale may unwittingly stumble into one of the resort’s popular roleplaying games: Sexy Hunter 💕 and 💕 Sexier Prey.
There are numerous booby traps set around the forest. The goal of the game is to trap your prey and take them home for kinky fun and these guests weren't expecting newbies to suddenly drop in! The traps won’t hurt anyone but they will put them in some embarrassing positions.
After braving the elements and surviving booby traps, these wildcards may finally find civilization. The lounge pagoda where many of the long-standing guests are hanging out and enjoying drinks is comfortable and connected to a bathroom where characters can themselves clean up. In contrast to the naked muddy wildcards, the guests on the pagoda are dressed in trendy and elaborate clothing.
They stare at the newly arrived nude wildcards before breaking into shouts of glee and approval.
“Yes, brilliant idea, it’s a naked party! Whoohoo! Come on everyone. Take your clothes off. All of them! Naked party, naked party, naked party!”
These NPCs will shed their clothing and begin to skinnydip in the pools and river. They will chase each other—and wildcards! Wildcards will find themselves surrounded by an orgy. They will encourage wildcards to join in on the fun and offer them food and drink to get into the mood.
Wildcards will find the exit out to the central hub and elevator bank behind the pagoda. Welcome to the Golden Peacock!
The beep of the Watch is as gentle as it was for the new arrivals that didn’t wake up on the cold hard ground but the sound blends into the rustle of leaves and the gurgle of the river. Unlike their luckier colleagues, some wildcards have unexpectedly woken up in the middle of lush vegetation. Oops! That was a miscalculation. No details are given other than the above message and a follow-up message explaining GAME 52.
Wildcards that wake up in the Vale will be completely naked and without a resort robe to cover up. Lost amid thick bushes, mushroom clusters, and towering trees, it doesn't feel like they're in a resort at all. Isn't this a rainforest? By all accounts, this is a rainforest.
Those that wake in the Vale will have to make their way through the rainforest to find the exit. Really, so unexpected! This was not what we had in our system at all. It must be overloaded from high demand. Our apologies. Please don't complain.
Laughter rings throughout the forest. Footsteps echo. Branches snap. There are other people around aside from you naked newbies. If eavesdropped upon, wildcards may pick up on what these guests are cawing about. It sounds like they’re playing some kind of game.
Wildcards that wake up in the Vale may unwittingly stumble into one of the resort’s popular roleplaying games: Sexy Hunter 💕 and 💕 Sexier Prey.
There are numerous booby traps set around the forest. The goal of the game is to trap your prey and take them home for kinky fun and these guests weren't expecting newbies to suddenly drop in! The traps won’t hurt anyone but they will put them in some embarrassing positions.
After braving the elements and surviving booby traps, these wildcards may finally find civilization. The lounge pagoda where many of the long-standing guests are hanging out and enjoying drinks is comfortable and connected to a bathroom where characters can themselves clean up. In contrast to the naked muddy wildcards, the guests on the pagoda are dressed in trendy and elaborate clothing.
They stare at the newly arrived nude wildcards before breaking into shouts of glee and approval.
These NPCs will shed their clothing and begin to skinnydip in the pools and river. They will chase each other—and wildcards! Wildcards will find themselves surrounded by an orgy. They will encourage wildcards to join in on the fun and offer them food and drink to get into the mood.
Wildcards will find the exit out to the central hub and elevator bank behind the pagoda. Welcome to the Golden Peacock!
NOTES
PROMPT NOTES
▶ Characters will wake up in either a rank 2 room or in the Vale. We ask that you pick one arrival for your character for consistency sake. If you can't choose we suggest using an RNG and letting it pick evens or odds.
▶ Characters in the Vale do have a room assignment as well. They can eventually find their way there after their journey, the poor things.
▶ All characters have been issued four food and four clothing vouchers. These vouchers are as good as money around the resort.
▶ Players should mod random NPCs as they like.
▶ All subprompts are suggestions. We encourage players to get creative! Do whatever your little hearts desire.
▶ Characters in the Vale do have a room assignment as well. They can eventually find their way there after their journey, the poor things.
▶ All characters have been issued four food and four clothing vouchers. These vouchers are as good as money around the resort.
▶ Players should mod random NPCs as they like.
▶ All subprompts are suggestions. We encourage players to get creative! Do whatever your little hearts desire.
MAIN LOBBY
MAIN LOBBY
The Peacock is buzzing with excitement! The massive main lobby is especially spectacular with golden streamers, dazzling lanterns, glittering ornaments, and cheerful music. There doesn’t seem to be one particular holiday being celebrated with the general theme being winter and holiday. An amalgamate like this resort simply couldn’t select one thing and had to go for everything (more is always better). The hallways and aisles are packed with streams of guests in ostentatious outfits. One can’t swing a cat without hitting someone*.
*No cats were harmed in the making of this TDM. We love cats.
There are sprigs of mistletoe above many of the hallways and doors. Surprisingly, the mistletoe have no supernatural abilities whatsoever, but guests that spy two people beneath the mistletoe together will point and demand they kiss. It’s tradition. Don’t be a downer during the festive season. Succumb to the peer pressure.
Hallways are also decorated with vases of poinsettia flowers. Nothing is amiss about these flowers during day hours, but during late night hours they will pick themselves up and trade vases with each other.
They are polite flowers and try to change when there are no guests around but don’t always manage to do it discreetly. Wildcards may notice something gold glinting in the roots of the scrambling poinsettias. Wildcards who manage to grab these flowers and comb through their roots can collect a simple gold ring (along with shivers of, iyaaaa, we just met, so bold).
Birdbucks is likewise getting into the winter spirit. Despite there being no weather in the resort they are offering seasonal hot drinks! Prices aren’t any cheaper than usual but the quality is better than their standard coffee. They are offering four new delicious new flavors: Buttered Honey Rum Coffee, Peppermint Mocha, Gingerbread Cinnamon Latte, and Rainbow Cookie Cappuccino.
These drinks won’t do anything other than make one wired from all the caffeine, but guests are encouraged to enjoy them around one of the fireplaces set up throughout the main hallways. Many people are snuggling up to the fire while nursing a Birdbucks drink and telling stories. A great way to get to know your fellow guests! Each fireplace is surrounded with festive cushions, beanbags, pillows, and blankets.
"Have you all heard about the Peacock’s annual wish tradition? No? I’m an old-timer around here, let me tell you … see those little jars hanging amongst the lights? You’re supposed to write down your heart’s desire on a piece of paper and stick it into the jar. Then, take a match and light it on fire. They say if you do that you’ll get your desire within the next 12 months. Me? I’m wishing for an older babe, a high rank babe, to become my sugar momma… what, doing it together with someone? Sure. They say that if you do it with someone you’ll have a fated connection forevermore. So don’t do it with someone you don’t like, hah!"
Wildcards will find that that loud guest isn’t lying. Many small glass jars hang alongside the fairy lights and there are multiple tables with paper, pens, and matches.
Guests are scribbling down their desires and stuffing them into the jars, watching with glee as the lit paper crumbles to ash. Couples who put their desires in the same jar are said to have a fated connection forever after so many couples can be found following the tradition. Nothing happens right away ... but who knows? It may prove to be true later.
*No cats were harmed in the making of this TDM. We love cats.
There are sprigs of mistletoe above many of the hallways and doors. Surprisingly, the mistletoe have no supernatural abilities whatsoever, but guests that spy two people beneath the mistletoe together will point and demand they kiss. It’s tradition. Don’t be a downer during the festive season. Succumb to the peer pressure.
Hallways are also decorated with vases of poinsettia flowers. Nothing is amiss about these flowers during day hours, but during late night hours they will pick themselves up and trade vases with each other.
They are polite flowers and try to change when there are no guests around but don’t always manage to do it discreetly. Wildcards may notice something gold glinting in the roots of the scrambling poinsettias. Wildcards who manage to grab these flowers and comb through their roots can collect a simple gold ring (along with shivers of, iyaaaa, we just met, so bold).
Birdbucks is likewise getting into the winter spirit. Despite there being no weather in the resort they are offering seasonal hot drinks! Prices aren’t any cheaper than usual but the quality is better than their standard coffee. They are offering four new delicious new flavors: Buttered Honey Rum Coffee, Peppermint Mocha, Gingerbread Cinnamon Latte, and Rainbow Cookie Cappuccino.
These drinks won’t do anything other than make one wired from all the caffeine, but guests are encouraged to enjoy them around one of the fireplaces set up throughout the main hallways. Many people are snuggling up to the fire while nursing a Birdbucks drink and telling stories. A great way to get to know your fellow guests! Each fireplace is surrounded with festive cushions, beanbags, pillows, and blankets.
Wildcards will find that that loud guest isn’t lying. Many small glass jars hang alongside the fairy lights and there are multiple tables with paper, pens, and matches.
Guests are scribbling down their desires and stuffing them into the jars, watching with glee as the lit paper crumbles to ash. Couples who put their desires in the same jar are said to have a fated connection forever after so many couples can be found following the tradition. Nothing happens right away ... but who knows? It may prove to be true later.
RED CARDINAL
RED CARDINAL
Those looking to escape from the crowds will find respite in Red Cardinal. Despite being busier than usual, this particular bar remains serene with guests calmly enjoying food and drink. The decorations are minimal with a few red hanging paper lanterns. The proprietress, a handsome woman in her forties, works the bar while watching all guests with an eagle eye. Guests can be loud and out of control in the hallways; they aren’t going to behave that way in her bar.
Due to limited space, all wildcards that come alone looking for a meal will be seated at a two-top table with another wildcard. The menu for the holiday season is preset. All dishes are cooked by the proprietress's own hands, so the aroma has the comforting spice of homemade. She fully expects these wildcards to eat every single morsel. To leave any dish with scraps would offend her.
"Full? What do you mean, full? Look at you. You're so thin! Eat up, don't leave anything behind. Is my food not good enough? What's wrong with it?"
Guests that do not manage to finish the entire holiday spread will be bullied into washing dishes in the kitchen. The amount of dishes to be washed is massive. There is no dishwasher so it must all be done by hand. Wildcards sent to kitchen duty will not be allowed to leave until every dish is scrubbed clean. It's the least they can do after insulting her cooking by leaving food on the plate.
Guests that decide to skip the food and set up at the bar will find dozens of sealed wine jars. The proprietress will share that these wines are her personal make that she only offers once a year. She has not labeled the effects of these wines for her own personal amusement. Guests who wish to purchase a jug must select one based on the name written label, without knowing what may have been added into the mix.
Red Cardinal has all the other usual options as well. They carry basic spirits, beer, and other no-fuss drinks. Characters may also order small bar snacks like nuts and chips.
All jugs have a high APV. Drink too much and you may end up sleeping on the floor of the bar!
Due to limited space, all wildcards that come alone looking for a meal will be seated at a two-top table with another wildcard. The menu for the holiday season is preset. All dishes are cooked by the proprietress's own hands, so the aroma has the comforting spice of homemade. She fully expects these wildcards to eat every single morsel. To leave any dish with scraps would offend her.
"Full? What do you mean, full? Look at you. You're so thin! Eat up, don't leave anything behind. Is my food not good enough? What's wrong with it?"
Guests that do not manage to finish the entire holiday spread will be bullied into washing dishes in the kitchen. The amount of dishes to be washed is massive. There is no dishwasher so it must all be done by hand. Wildcards sent to kitchen duty will not be allowed to leave until every dish is scrubbed clean. It's the least they can do after insulting her cooking by leaving food on the plate.
Guests that decide to skip the food and set up at the bar will find dozens of sealed wine jars. The proprietress will share that these wines are her personal make that she only offers once a year. She has not labeled the effects of these wines for her own personal amusement. Guests who wish to purchase a jug must select one based on the name written label, without knowing what may have been added into the mix.
Red Cardinal has all the other usual options as well. They carry basic spirits, beer, and other no-fuss drinks. Characters may also order small bar snacks like nuts and chips.
All jugs have a high APV. Drink too much and you may end up sleeping on the floor of the bar!
NOTES
PROMPT NOTES
▶ Players can submit five threads where their character collects a gold ring with their application to receive a bonus upon acceptance. Players should include these links beneath their sample with a note that they are for the 5 Gold Ring game.
▶ Players may assume that each poinsettia has two rings in their roots so characters may take one each.
▶ If your character writes down a desire and lights it in a jar please keep in mind what that desire was for the future.
▶ Characters obviously can run away from the proprietress if they don’t finish all their food, but she’ll be on the lookout for you miscreants in the future.
▶ Wines can be mixed and matched to blend effects. RIP to that character.
▶ All subprompts are suggestions. We encourage players to get creative! Fly free.
▶ Players may assume that each poinsettia has two rings in their roots so characters may take one each.
▶ If your character writes down a desire and lights it in a jar please keep in mind what that desire was for the future.
▶ Characters obviously can run away from the proprietress if they don’t finish all their food, but she’ll be on the lookout for you miscreants in the future.
▶ Wines can be mixed and matched to blend effects. RIP to that character.
▶ All subprompts are suggestions. We encourage players to get creative! Fly free.
LOVE DOVE
LOVE DOVE
Love Dove, the resort's largest department store, is running a massive end of the year sale. All items are between 50% - 70% off, which is a massive bargain for those that are tight on chips!
Stepping inside will transport you away from the busy crowds of the main hallways and into several floors of retail magic. Not wanting to be outdone by competitors, Love Dove has pulled out all the stops to impress during the festive season with massive decorations and mannequin set-ups. Large bows and ribbons, boxes done up in shiny paper, trees and candelabras, sparkles sparkles sparkles. There are also several tables set up around the store offering complimentary glasses of wine and chocolate covered strawberries.
Characters will find a section for every kink imaginable in the store. Gaze in wonder upon the wall of strap-ons. Marvel at the wide shade range of the silicone penises. Bask the rainbow of silky lingerie—for both women and men. There are gadgets and gizmos a-plenty, including some design oddities of Love Dove’s own creation that wildcards may never have seen before. The store even has staged areas for guests to try out some of the more elaborate equipment before buying. While it is not encouraged to use anything insertable before buying for hygienic reasons, guests can turn display toys on to test vibration strength and suction power.
Despite being a sex department store, Love Dove also has several departments dedicated to regular clothing and undergarments. Characters will find decent basics like t-shirts, sweatpants, underwear, jackets, jeans, skirts, shoes, and dresses for slashed prices. Don't miss these deals! The sale ends when the winter festivities end.
At the front of the store there is a temporary section with an elaborate display. Wildcards will find Love Dove promoting masks and feathered costumes. They will hand out fliers inviting all guests the holiday masquerade. Drinks! Food! Dancing! A night that you surely won't forget! New guests simply cannot miss this party. Anyone who is anybody is going to be there.
All those who plan attend the masquerade are required to dress up. In the spirit of the season Love Dove is offering especially good sales on these elaborate costumes. For those with simpler tastes, there are also ballgowns and tuxedos in various prints and colors. The most important article is, of course, the mask.
Staff will encourage wildcards to pay particular attention in choosing a mask that resonates with them.
Masks with effects may be purchased and worn in any of the masquerade prompts.
Stepping inside will transport you away from the busy crowds of the main hallways and into several floors of retail magic. Not wanting to be outdone by competitors, Love Dove has pulled out all the stops to impress during the festive season with massive decorations and mannequin set-ups. Large bows and ribbons, boxes done up in shiny paper, trees and candelabras, sparkles sparkles sparkles. There are also several tables set up around the store offering complimentary glasses of wine and chocolate covered strawberries.
Characters will find a section for every kink imaginable in the store. Gaze in wonder upon the wall of strap-ons. Marvel at the wide shade range of the silicone penises. Bask the rainbow of silky lingerie—for both women and men. There are gadgets and gizmos a-plenty, including some design oddities of Love Dove’s own creation that wildcards may never have seen before. The store even has staged areas for guests to try out some of the more elaborate equipment before buying. While it is not encouraged to use anything insertable before buying for hygienic reasons, guests can turn display toys on to test vibration strength and suction power.
Despite being a sex department store, Love Dove also has several departments dedicated to regular clothing and undergarments. Characters will find decent basics like t-shirts, sweatpants, underwear, jackets, jeans, skirts, shoes, and dresses for slashed prices. Don't miss these deals! The sale ends when the winter festivities end.
At the front of the store there is a temporary section with an elaborate display. Wildcards will find Love Dove promoting masks and feathered costumes. They will hand out fliers inviting all guests the holiday masquerade. Drinks! Food! Dancing! A night that you surely won't forget! New guests simply cannot miss this party. Anyone who is anybody is going to be there.
All those who plan attend the masquerade are required to dress up. In the spirit of the season Love Dove is offering especially good sales on these elaborate costumes. For those with simpler tastes, there are also ballgowns and tuxedos in various prints and colors. The most important article is, of course, the mask.
Staff will encourage wildcards to pay particular attention in choosing a mask that resonates with them.
Masks with effects may be purchased and worn in any of the masquerade prompts.
LOVE DOVE (AT NIGHT)
LOVE DOVE ... AT NIGHT
For all the joy that comes with celebrating the holidays, the jubilant atmosphere can evoke loneliness in one's heart. There are many different kinds of loneliness. The melencholy of missing someone that's died. Sorrow from being parted from your family. The ache of watching the one you love celebrating with someone else. The mourning of being left behind by a friend. These feelings are fleeting in the resort—luxury and hedonism are great distractions—but where do they go after that?
Right now they're manifesting in the sex toys.
Guests browsing Love Dove during night hours will find that some of the sex toys have been possessed by residual loneliness.
Loneliness is a powerful force and it has granted the toys the power to act on their own. Guests had better watch out—as brainless tools gifted a sense of autonomy, all they know to do is fulfill their function.
The sex toys are low level and easy to fight off but please note the you break it you buy it signs posted all over the store. Can you afford to go all out, even with the current deals?
Right now they're manifesting in the sex toys.
Guests browsing Love Dove during night hours will find that some of the sex toys have been possessed by residual loneliness.
Loneliness is a powerful force and it has granted the toys the power to act on their own. Guests had better watch out—as brainless tools gifted a sense of autonomy, all they know to do is fulfill their function.
The sex toys are low level and easy to fight off but please note the you break it you buy it signs posted all over the store. Can you afford to go all out, even with the current deals?
NOTES
PROMPT NOTES
▶ How mask abilities manifest in the wearer is totally up to you. For example, the way a Heart mask wearer senses emotions can vary from character to character. There is no one right way to apply the prompt.
▶ Consequences for breaking the toys are totally up to player discretion. Have fun.
▶ Toys can be quelled in other ways. If your character has the ability, go for it.
▶ All subprompts are suggestions. Please feel free to get creative! Listen to your heart, when he’s calling for you.
▶ Consequences for breaking the toys are totally up to player discretion. Have fun.
▶ Toys can be quelled in other ways. If your character has the ability, go for it.
▶ All subprompts are suggestions. Please feel free to get creative! Listen to your heart, when he’s calling for you.
CASINO FLOOR
CASINO FLOOR
The Phoenix Casino has been transformed into a winter wonderland. Trademark royal blue has been replaced by shades of gold and white with pops of bright red lanterns. Guests in elaborate masks and costumes mesh together and then part, reveling in pretending to be someone else for a little while.
All have dressed to impress, sparing no expense in dripping themselves in precious gems and metals. Some of the guests are treated like gods—these are the royal rank guests and the difference in treatment from the rest of the crowd is palpable. These dazzling celebrities take up much of the spotlight, laughing loudly at card tables and shooing away anyone too low of a rank to breathe their air. They don't bother to hide their identities. Why, when they have the best of everything?
There are several game tables set up where crowds are playing and betting. Wildcards are encouraged to join in on the fun and given some grace from social judgement because they have no official rank yet. Some wildcards may even find guests making eyes at them over the table. After all, who knows if the house has been watching and decided that they’re a favorite? Today’s wildcard can be tomorrow’s new 10 rank.
Wildcards may participate in dice games, card games, and roulette in the main casino. Most other typical casino games have been shelved in favor of the special events in private game rooms.
The buffet is massive and decadent. Dishes like lobster and caviar, cuts of filet mignon, kobe beef with white truffles, oysters chilling on real diamonds, bluefin tuna, matsutake mushrooms, pule cheese, and so on. The dessert table is likewise exorbitant with elvish honey cakes, black watermelon, macarons, petit fours, chocolates, eclairs, tarts, soufflé, and flan all sprinkled in edible gold flakes. Dishes may contain aphrodisiac at player discretion.
The bar isn’t lacking either. The resort has created three specialty cocktails for the masquerade. While regular cocktails and spirits are available, staff will encourage guests to give these limited time drinks a try.
Wildcards and long-standing guests aren’t the only ones in attendance. Phantom hands have crashed the party and are phasing through the casino. To be fair, they’re always in the casino. It isn’t crashing if it’s their stomping grounds, right?
The phantom hands are mischievous and in the mood to get into trouble. They will be pinching the waists and asses of guests, tugging on clothes, knocking over glasses, and generally be a nuisance. Their favorite trick is to pin the blame for their crimes on someone else. If they’re not careful, wildcards may be the target or the scapegoat for some of these pranks!
All have dressed to impress, sparing no expense in dripping themselves in precious gems and metals. Some of the guests are treated like gods—these are the royal rank guests and the difference in treatment from the rest of the crowd is palpable. These dazzling celebrities take up much of the spotlight, laughing loudly at card tables and shooing away anyone too low of a rank to breathe their air. They don't bother to hide their identities. Why, when they have the best of everything?
There are several game tables set up where crowds are playing and betting. Wildcards are encouraged to join in on the fun and given some grace from social judgement because they have no official rank yet. Some wildcards may even find guests making eyes at them over the table. After all, who knows if the house has been watching and decided that they’re a favorite? Today’s wildcard can be tomorrow’s new 10 rank.
Wildcards may participate in dice games, card games, and roulette in the main casino. Most other typical casino games have been shelved in favor of the special events in private game rooms.
The buffet is massive and decadent. Dishes like lobster and caviar, cuts of filet mignon, kobe beef with white truffles, oysters chilling on real diamonds, bluefin tuna, matsutake mushrooms, pule cheese, and so on. The dessert table is likewise exorbitant with elvish honey cakes, black watermelon, macarons, petit fours, chocolates, eclairs, tarts, soufflé, and flan all sprinkled in edible gold flakes. Dishes may contain aphrodisiac at player discretion.
The bar isn’t lacking either. The resort has created three specialty cocktails for the masquerade. While regular cocktails and spirits are available, staff will encourage guests to give these limited time drinks a try.
Wildcards and long-standing guests aren’t the only ones in attendance. Phantom hands have crashed the party and are phasing through the casino. To be fair, they’re always in the casino. It isn’t crashing if it’s their stomping grounds, right?
The phantom hands are mischievous and in the mood to get into trouble. They will be pinching the waists and asses of guests, tugging on clothes, knocking over glasses, and generally be a nuisance. Their favorite trick is to pin the blame for their crimes on someone else. If they’re not careful, wildcards may be the target or the scapegoat for some of these pranks!
GAME ROOMS
GAME ROOMS
The resort has arranged for four special events during the masquerade. These events take place in private rooms away from the bustle of the main party. There is no advertising about what is in each room and many guests are swept into the momentum. Highly trained staff tending to the door will be quick in prepping wildcards who wander in, giving them little time to realize what exactly they’ve stumbled into before it begins.
NOTES
PROMPT NOTES
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▶ 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
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Blackbeard/Edward Teach | Our Flag Means Death
i. EVENS/Rise and Shine!
In that foggy state between asleep and awake, Edward can't remember the last time he'd been so comfortable. The bed feels more plush beneath him that he's ever remembered it feeling and his boyfriend's warm body (or at least he thinks it belongs to his boyfriend,) is pressed against him in the loveliest way. Without even opening his eyes, Edward presses back into that touch, a soft smile on his features. It's a lazy sort of nuzzle back that might suggest he's in the mood for some morning mischief before they start their day, and the throaty little groan that comes with it should be confirmation enough.
ii. EVENS/Squeaky Clean.
The large mirrors, tiled floors, and amenities alone are shock enough to Edward’s system. He stares in awe of them as he palms a bar of soap labeled Saltmarsh Sparrow and brings it to his nostrils for a big whiff. Not too much of a smell on its own, but there's still something intriguing about it that makes him determine this is the right one for him. He pads his way through the communal washroom and gawks when he sees what else there is to offer. Large tubs to bathe in and showers; something he's certain he's never seen in his life.
He determines that while he'd really love to give the showers a go, that familiarity is the less overwhelming route, and sinks into a heated tub and begins scrubbing himself with his chosen soap. He quite possibly overdoes it, but he can't really be blamed; soap is a luxury where he's from and something he finds rather delightful when given the chance to use it. He's finishing up and setting it aside when he hears someone enter the water behind him and whips around to face them.
"Sorry mate, just finishing up."
iii. LOBBY/Hunting for Gold
It's dark by the time Edward makes it to the large and overly-decorated lobby. He's spent so much time wandering the halls, getting lost or distracted by what he sees, that he's completely lost track of his day. If he hadn't already been losing his fucking mind, what he sees next is sure to do it.
A crowd clears out of one corner of the space, and before Edward can move in to secure himself a private corner, he witnesses one of the potted plants stand and crawl out of its pot. His eyes bulge and he hears himself mutter a quick, bewildered what the fuck before he even thinks to stop himself. He takes a deep breath and stands back for a moment, still muttering aloud to no-one: "Am I fucking dead, again?!"
Several more flowers get up and change pots before he moves closer, enough of them to confirm he isn't seeing shit. He could be dead, he guesses, trapped in some gravy basket bullshit again, but who knows? He's also witnessed a guy turn into a bird. The familiar glint of gold snaps him out of this doomed thinking and Edward crouches from his inconspicuous spot, watching another flower race by with what is definitely a gold ring among its roots. Don't mind if he does.
Springing into action, Edward scrambles behind it, giving chase as it bobs and weaves through obstacles and other crowds, all of which Edward seems to maneuver through flawlessly until someone steps right into his path and sends them both crashing to the floor.
"Shit!! Fuck! Ugh, come on!"
iv. LOVEDOVE/Clothing Swap
The tracksuit was novel for a moment to a guy with one (1) single outfit that he wears every single day, but it's not exactly him, so when offered the opportunity to shop (or shoplift, let's be real) for something more to his tastes, Edward picks out a few items and heads to the stalls where he's been told he can try them on.
He hangs up the selection: Sleek, black, formfitting clothing, leather, even something silky he thought might feel luxurious on his skin. He's peeled off the tacky track suit and draped it over a neighboring hook when the lights flicker out and leave him naked, in the dark.
"You've gotta be fucking kidding me." he grunts, standing on his tiptoes to peer our over the stalls and try to get a sense of what is going on. He reaches for it again, determining that he'll need to wait to try things on until there's light, but is alarmed to find it missing. That quickly, the lights return and hanging in place of everything he'd picked is a set of lace lingerie in royal purples and teals.
His first instinct is to find and hurt whoever is fucking with him, but he can't exactly do that nude, can he? And it's actually... well, it's fucking beautiful, soft, and perhaps the fanciest thing he's ever touched. It's also, he finds, perfectly his size.
Hell hath no fury like Blackbeard in lingerie, it seems. He's pacing the stalls now, wearing it, looking for his shit and the asshole responsible.
"Come out, you fucking dick." he calls out, kicking open changing room doors, "I know you're in here."
v. LOVEDOVE/After Dark
After the spectacle with his clothing ends, Edward has seemingly found himself a suitable outfit with some semblance of what he might wear back home. It feels fairly comfortable but still has the stiffness that new clothing might, and pauses by a mirror to readjust.
The wall of items beyond the mirror catch his attention, particularly because one or two of the cock-shaped items seems to fly off of the shelf on its own. He takes a step closer and immediately regrets it, sighing to himself at his own stupidity. Don't engage with this sort of bullshit should be rule number one, but he get curiosity get the better of him.
A shiny red rope slithers forward like a snake from just over his shoulder. Edward senses it a second too late, it's already wrapping around his arm and tugging him back against the wall. He yells, cursing at it, and tries to break free to no avail, at least until he sees movement in the distance. Another Wildcard, perhaps?
"YOU!!" He shouts, waving his free arm for attention, right before a free-floating dildo shoves its way into his open mouth. Edward gags, groans, and yanks it from his lips, slamming it to the floor. "What the fuck-- HEY! Wait! Help me out, bro!"
vi. MASQUERADE/Casino Buffet
One of life's simple joys is shoving good food in one's face, and Edward can't resist the bufffet. He tips up his Spade-Emblazoned Mask (he'd chosen it because it reminded him of someone he cared for back home) and sips from a glass of Diamond Dust once he's filled his plate and found an open seat.
"Don't think I've ever seen a spread like this." he mutters, beginning to munch on a piece of fruit. "Guess I'm not as worldly as I thought. What about you, mate?" he looks with interest to the stranger seated near him. He can't explain it, but he's feeling chattier than usual. And not the sort of mindless, annoying chatter a guy like Ed seems to find himself in frequently, but actually personable. Imagine that.
vii. MASQUERADE/Casino Floor
"Hit me." he mutters, tapping the edge of two cards at a crowded table. A ten and a six. A little too low for his comfort. Another card is being dealt, but Edward's attention is drawn by a hand that taps harshly at his ass, as if on cue. He swings around angrily, sneering at the person passing him and attempting to catch their arm to keep them from moving too far off, a threatening glare in his eyes.
"Wasn't a fucking invitation." he hisses, just before the dealer calls the fact that he's busted to his attention. For some reason this tips him over the edge, and with an angry grunt, he brings a fist down atop the table.
"Man, fuck you and fuck this stupid fucking game!"
viii. MASQUERADE/Dice
It seems like an easy enough concept for Edward, who doesn't shy easily and is generally Captain of Not-Giving-A-Fuck. Particularly with a couple drinks in him- not drunk, but just buzzed enough to feel bold.
The announcer calls for more volunteers, and Edward steps forward, tying his hair up and out of his face or in the way of anything that the other volunteer might be required to do. He's not sure who his partner in this game will be yet, but one thing's for sure, he's in it to win an easy payout.
ix. MASQUERADE/The Return of the Cat Collar
It has been
one weekzero days since Edward Teach wore a cat collar.Edward tugs paws at it like any annoyed feline might. It's tighter than he'd like it to be, and he's not even really sure what provoked him to step inside this room to begin with (probably all those pesky aphrodisiacs in his system), but he's told if he's a good boy he'll be given more of a payout, so he'll grin and bear it.
When someone enters the room, he looks up in interest. He wants to get a good view of them before deciding if this is the sort of person he thinks he can stand being alone with for the next hour. Granted, everyone in this fucking casino seems to be model-level attractive, so he's not too worried.
Edward crosses his legs and looks down at himself as they step closer, pretending to seem distracted by a piece of lint on his clothing. Wouldn't want to seem too eager, after all. He waits until he hears the footsteps move closer before looking up, muttering lazily as he does for a potential master's amusement.
"Flea and rabies-free, in case you were wondering." he sighs, "Oh, and meow or something like that."
iv. LOVEDOVE/Clothing Swap
He decides to strip out of his tracksuit and slut era shirt while he waits for the lights to come back on. When they do, his suit is replaced with black leather and silk. An odd combination if you ask him, but it looks like it should fit. It's certainly not anything he would have picked out for himself, but it's worth trying even if he doesn't ultimately buy it.
As he gets dressed, he can hear someone muttering a few doors down. When he hears the voice outside his stall he opens the door. "I'm not certain who you're looking for, but I doubt I'm him."
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"You doubt it, hmm? This some kind of fucking joke to you?"
Edward feels like a joke all dolled up in lace. Even if it does somehow work on him. He'd honestly be feeling it if he wasn't overly annoyed.
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The important part is he can speak with another person here and try to figure out if they know anything or have figured anything out about this place. It’s only been a few hours, but Loki has already been here too long. He knows once he can figure out how to get out of here he can just pick the correct time to return to, but he still feels like he’s wasting time.
So, he might as well get to know people while having a little fun, right? So he sits across from the man with the long hair tied back and a bit of a scruffy beard and smiles a bit mischievously. He does enjoy a beard.
“Would you like to roll first, or would you prefer I start?” It doesn’t matter either way to Loki. The outcome won’t be much different either way, he suspects.
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He rolls the dice onto the table, watching intently as they tumble and skid to a stop. Caress & Neck.
"Weak." he mutters beneath his breath, but moves to stand regardless, moving around the dice table to where Loki is seated.
"Your roll. Mind if I--?"
His fingertips are rough and callused, but the palms are soft. The back of his hand brushes Loki's hair aside before he attempts to fulfill his task, using the softer back of his hand to stroke gently down the side of his neck.
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He doesn’t quite catch what the man says about the roll, but he very much agrees. For a place that, so far at least, is all about sex, this is a rather tame.
“Not at all, I suppose it is why we are here.” Loki tilts his head to the side and allows him to brush aside his hair. What Loki doesn’t expect is how sensitive his neck is at the light brushing of the other man’s hand. His whole body shivers at the touch and as he pulls away, he may notice Loki frowning in confusion. As the evening had gone on, Loki had thought maybe things were feeling a little different, but he’d mostly ignored it. Now he finds he can’t ignore that at all. The only thing that’s different from before he started to notice this is the mask he bought for this party that is currently shoved in the front pocket of his pants.
Without a word on the subject, Loki files that little piece of information away for later examination and takes the dice and rolls them. They roll around a moment before landing on 1 and 3. bite and mouth.
“Well, that’s a little more interesting at least.” He smirks and stands, trying to catch the other man before he sits again. “Do not worry, I will not draw blood, unless that is what you prefer?”
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"If that's what you're into." he shrugs, his arms dropping and opening at his sides as if he's offering himself up to the stranger. A similar subtle difference in how he feels has not gone unnoticed by Edward, either. He might have avoided these games altogether, normally, but finds himself craving a more intense experience over-all.
"But I might bite back."
I. EVENS/Rise and Shine!
He expects to wake up in Hell, with Old Scratch ready to dole out his eternal punishment, so when he feels plush softness all around him and smells that familiar scent, he wonders if, somehow, Roach managed to save him. He doubts that, because the wound doesn't hurt. He can't feel it at all, in fact. The warm body in front of him presses back against him, and he opens his eyes to see salt-and-pepper curls everywhere.
"...Am I in Heaven?" he asks, voice scratchier than usual, like he hasn't used it in days. He looks down at the robe he's in, wonders if it's something from Bonnet's closet, but the material seems too foreign. The bed seems a bit too small, and the position is all wrong. There's light, but not from the grand windows. There's no sound of waves lapping at the hull of the ship, or of the crew tending to their duties (though given his recent memory, he can forgive them this once for not getting right to work). There's also something annoying on his wrist. He sits up and scowls at it, then slaps at it in an attempt to make it stop the shrill noise and slight vibration. "The fuck's going on, Edward?" he asks, looking to the man in question.
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Edward jolts around, jaw dropping when he sees Izzy behind him. The fact that they're in a completely unknown room doesn't even hit him until a moment later, but it takes a moment for Ed to even get the words out.
"--'The fuck's going on?' dickfuck, you're fucking dead. What am I doing in Heaven?" Because it was one thing to experience limbo, you could brush such things off as a dream. Maybe that's what this was, then... that would be a lot more reasonable than Izzy crawling from his grave, or an afterlife where Blackbeard qualified for the good place.
But it's jarring to see Izzy again and be this lucid. He'd found himself waking up and thinking he'd dreamt his death. That he'd wait for another storm and come stomping inside the inn dramatically, indestructible as ever, a smirk on his face. He feels his eyes welling up and that tell-tale burning tightness in his throat and the concept that Izzy is beside him, in the flesh and warm; breathing.
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The look on his captain's face stops him before he can say anything. He softens instantly, reaching to brush the tears away. "Hey, none of that, no. 'M not dead, I'm right here. Wherever...here is." It's easier for Izzy to brush his own death off than to sit and try to examine it, but he does still need to figure out where they are currently. "What were you doin' before you woke up here? Other than sleeping."
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It's the hand on his face that breaks him, even though its meant to be calming, because it's solid and real and warm and he can't believe he's here. He sobs and crumbles forward, grasping Izzy more harshly than the last time he held him close, tugging him into his chest until his arms are holding him like a vice. Figuring out where the fuck they are can wait. Edward needs to make sure Izzy knows that he can't lose him, again.
He doesn't ease up his grip until he's able to answer the question. He wracks his brain for memories and details. "Left the ship." he sniffs, "Stede and I. And started fixing up the place where we laid you to rest. Thought we'd give the innkeeper thing a shot..."
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He's pulled so suddenly into Ed's chest he has no option but to go with it, to let himself be held close. He wraps his own arms around Ed's middle and squeezes, nuzzles into him and presses a little kiss over his heart.
He looks up when Ed's grip finally loosens, patting his cheek gently. "So we're in your little inn, then? Where's Bonnet?" He's eager to see the rest of the place, and rather impressed with the little room despite how cramped it is. "What did you mean about finding my leg when I crawled out of the grave? I didn't crawl out of anywhere, I shut my eyes on the ship, then I woke up here. Did you keep my sword?" Confused as he feels, he also feels refreshed in a way that he's never felt before.
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"It's not my inn." he mutters, shaking his head as he lets Izzy go a moment to really take in their surroundings. "It's not like any fuckin' inn I've seen... "
Edward moves to the edge of the bed, tossing his legs over it to stand. It's strange enough Izzy is beside him, but he's been seemingly transported somewhere new entirely. And Izzy as well, if what he's saying is true. He waves an annoyed hand at his first mate, padding over to the large basket waiting for them. Inside of it are some of the worst shirts he's ever seen (although he does snort a bit at them), some cookies, and what seems to be a shitload of sex paraphernalia. "Sooo... it's probably not heaven, either..." he mutters, holding up a novelty shirt that only half makes sense to him. "Or if it is, those religious types got a lot of shit wrong."
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"Well...Those look interesting." He looks up to the shirt, cocking an eyebrow at the words. "That's obviously meant for me. I mean, between the two of us~" He looks at Ed again, holding a completely straight face despite the urge to give his captain a shit-eating grin. "Unless there's one about a great set of tits." He doesn't reach for the shirt, or for the basket. None of it is as interesting as being with Ed again.
"What's this about being an innkeeper? I worked hard training Bonnet to be a...well, a quarter-decent pirate, you know."
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Clutching his clean jumpsuit carefully away from his filthy, bloody, salt-encrusted shirt, Stede enters the bathroom and immediately exhales a sigh of relief. This, he understands. The ritual of bathing, the fragrant scent of soaps and perfumes hanging in the air, the steam rising from hot water— hard to feel out of sorts in a place like this. He ponders the showers, which are sort of marvelous in their own right, but much like Ed, his instinct tells him to seek out the solace of a good soak in the tub to loosen the dirt and sand and salt on his skin.
Very much like Ed, it seems, as the first bath he stumbles upon just happens to contain the man himself. Stede smirks, watching from behind as Ed enjoys the hot water, scrubbing himself the same way Stede is intending to. He takes just a moment to enjoy the sight of Ed's wet curls plastered to his shoulders before he strips off his grubby clothes and dips one foot, then the other into the water, down the tiled stairs descending into its depths. When Ed's head whips around, he's up to the tops of his thighs, and he grins, impossibly fond.
"No, no, by all means, take your time."
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He pulls back to examine Stede, make sure he's not being visited by a mermaid version of him again. Of course his lack of scales doesn't exactly answer where they are, and the concept of being dead is still probably on the table.
Edward sighs as his hands pad over Stede's arms and his face, feeling him as if he's making sure he's solid before scoffing in an exasperated way, "What is this place, you think? You reckon someone got us in our sleep?"
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"Hello, darling." He hums thoughtfully at Ed's question. "No, I think we're alive and well. Just...well, elsewhere." He lets his eyes fall shut, giving Ed's soft middle a loving squeeze as hands roam over his arms and face. "That's the best I can figure, I'm afraid. It seems we're not the only ones around here puzzled by the phenomenon. So glad I found you," he adds, leaning in to brush a warm kiss hello against Ed's lips. "It would be so much worse if we were to be separated." Again.
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Hearing a low rumble and feeling the other shifting is enough to have Luffy waking up just a little more. He's curled up against Edward's side, an arm and leg draped over the other like it's no big deal, as if Luffy is just sharing a bed with one of his crew and that couldn't be further from the truth. If Luffy had an ounce of self preservation he would have been half way out of the door by now, but instead he simply grumbles in return at the throaty noise as he manages a couple of words.
"...pass the steak."
PLEASE DONT BE. I HAVE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS MOMENT
"What the fuck--- how much did I drink last night???"
That much is said mostly for his own benefit... he doesn't feel hungover, precisely, and he nudges at Luffy roughly, still gawking around as he rubs sleep from his eyes.
"Mate, wake up... this your place??"
PLEASE SHOW HIM HOW TO BE THE ULTIMATE PIRATE
Not the Going Merry. Perhaps a tavern? That would explain the surroundings but not the man in the bed and Luffy stares blankly for a moment, wondering if this is even someone he should be recognising about now. The other guy doesn't look familiar, nor do they strike Luffy as someone belonging to the Buggy Pirates or even the Black Cat Pirates; the lack of circus or cat ears helps with that side of the fact finding. From what he can see a lack of fins rules the guy out from being one of the Arlong crew as well.
"It's not my ship, don't think it's my place. Not yours?" There should be more concern or horror at what's going on, but instead Luffy just grabs more of the blankets and huffs out a breath as he tries to get comfortable again.
YES PLEASE I AM BEGGING
"Oh, well excuse me. Don't let me interrupt your fuckin' holiday." he huffs in a cranky, rough voice as Luffy pulls the covers back around him. Edward stands from the bed and begins padding around the room, poking in the strange gift basket and making faces at just about everything he pulls out.
"I don't think this is anyone's ship." he mutters. No gentle sway to their gravity, no sounds of waves or seabirds, the smell is all wrong...
"This isn't the Republic of Pirates, either. The vibes are all off." he mutters, "Who ordered the weird sex basket? Me or you?" he asks, finding the tin of little cookie men and immediately shoving one into his mouth.
I LOVE THIS ALREADY
That is until several things happen in rapid succession; mention of a pirate republic? Luffy's ears prick at those words and it's the sound a cookie being crunched that drags the pirate into the world of the waking as he sits up to look over. For the first time he's seeing who his bedmate is and Luffy can't recognise them at all, head tilting as his brows draw together in thought. The last thing he remembered was setting sail and then...waking up here? Even to him it doesn't make sense and from the sounds of things the other guy doesn't know either.
"I didn't order anything. Did you say Republic of Pirates?" Luffy doesn't even wait for an answer as he makes a move to get out from the bed, throwing the covers away from him only to snatch them back in a flash when cool air hits naked skin. The blanket is bunched up and pulled around his waist as Luffy finally makes a move and wanders over to the basket, reaching out to snag one of the cookies.
SAME.
Shoving another cookie into his mouth, Edward swipes one of the plush robes off of the wall and tosses it on, covering up a body that's absolutely covered in shitty tattoos and scars, enough of the ink nautical enough in nature to maybe get the hint.
"Most of it's been flattened by the English, so..." he looks around, sucking at his teeth, "Maybe this is their doing. Bit fancy for a jail cell. Unless they have some weird perversion for us really infamous guys." he theorizes, leaning against the wall as he munches on his sweet breakfast. He glances at Luffy out of the sides of his eyes. "You a wanted man, or something?"
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