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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
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[ 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. ]
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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.
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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. ]
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[ 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?
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[ 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.
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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.
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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! ]
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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.
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[ 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. ]
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[ 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.
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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.
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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. ]
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[ 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?
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[ 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?
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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.
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[ 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. ]
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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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[ and that is a fact. doesn't matter what that want is, if the claws are in, he's working an angle. in this case, it's also just the handicap of the game they're still sort of technically playing, although he can feel those rules giving at the seams the longer this goes on—that shift of Roche's hips against his being the most obvious signal that pretense is about to come crashing down. that suits him just fine, though. subtleties get real old, real fast, and while he's had a perfectly fine time laying himself out on the table, long and languid and absolutely lascivious, there are two factors coming into play here: one, his goddamn back is starting to hurt and two, the weight of Roche's body over his is making him crazy.
his fingers do come dangerously close to Roche's mouth, particularly his thumb, which rests right under his lower lip while he offers some casual support for his very handsome jaw to rest on in the palm of his hand like a master with their pup's head in their hand. too bad so sad, the petplay activity is in a different room. meanwhile, the action across the table now revolves around whether Miss Thang should put her dress back on or just leave it off, and such is the level of depravity this entire room has sunk to that the overwhelming majority seem to agree that she should just leave it off. she all but falls drunkenly back into her chair, breathless with the dice in her hand, and Reno levels an upside-down little smile her way when he realizes he's obviously the next target. ]
Y'know, I thought we were playing for chips here, but I'm getting a funny feeling like this might be nothin' but foreplay. You think we'll even get four whole rounds before this turns into an orgy?
[ by now he's pretty sure that's the whole point and he sure ain't complaining, but man if there isn't an intensity in the room that wasn't there before, now. he can feel it too, and it's not just because he's urging Roche in close again with a squeeze of his legs or because this lady's looking at him like a whole ass meal as she rolls the dice. ]
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Not too rough, not too soft... Calluses on his palms from gripping something or another... They're not the hands of some pencil-pusher, so he's got to be someone who isn't afraid to get involved. Good — Roche can respect that.
When he finally opens his eyes partially thanks to Reno's knees pressing into his sides and partially due to feeling like he's being watched. Turns out he was. Both of them were, Reno moreso, but it's not stopping Roche from pressing his face all that more incessantly into Reno's palm with a breathy laugh when their not-so-subtle admirer sends those dice bouncing their way. ]
I'm not against shifting up into the next gear if you're game, although...
[ The dice roll, twirl, and bounce off one another before they come to a stop in the mess of Reno's hair that wound up across the table, prompting Roche to lean more into the man just so he can crane his head to look at what the lucky lady had landed on. He did promise, didn't he?
>Caress
>Neck
Roche shifts back down with a quiet exhale through his nose, eyes closing again for a moment. Then, he slips his hand from Reno's chest to brush the backs of his fingers under his chin. A little more to the... right? No, left. ]
You'll have to be a good boy for a moment so this beautiful lady can have a look at you. As you please, Madame.
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I've never been good a day in my life, but I guess I won't bite. Just this once.
[ their lady friend giggles, and when she reaches out it's straight for his throat. hackles raised? nah. what could she possibly do to him, anyway? there are very few touches in this world that he finds threatening, and a drunk chick with he tits out going for the neck while he's pinned underneath an unfamiliar SOLDIER is so below the bar for things he'd have a reaction to it's almost laughable. as her fingers drift down his neck (soft, the kind of hands that have obviously never had to do anything for themselves, really), he reaches over to up the ante, taking one hand from Roche's back to curl it around hers. ]
You can squeeze a little tighter, darlin', don't be shy. There you go.
[ Can't you breathe? she asks, with a mix of concern and intrigue, and Reno huffs out a laugh, barely breathless. she's leaned in so close his view upside down is nothing but breasts, one with a nice, red bite mark on it. it might be bending the rules, but caress (he's figured by now that has to be the verb) is a word that's pretty up for interpretation, too. his view elsewhere is just as interesting: Roche and his glowing eyes straight ahead, and him what did the biting sulking just outside his lower peripheral. jealous, huh? stupidest emotion he's ever heard of in his life. ]
I can breathe just fine, but I think your little boyfriend would choke me even harder if he could just to get me outta the way. Don't worry, pal, I'm not gonna steal her. I've got my eye on something a little better equipped to put me through my paces.
[ that gets her attention, at least. is there a budding romance brewing on two sides of this table tonight? probably so, but it sure as hell doesn't have anything to do with him. ]
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he goes and says that. What does someone even say to that, huh? Though a better question would be what would a normal person say to that, because Roche isn't quite the textbook definition of the word. Not by a country mile. ]
Ordinarily I'd ask if you knew what you're getting yourself into but seeing as you already know, I can't exactly refuse, can I?
[ Would he even want to? He mulls it over for a minute or two while he watches two hands squeeze, just until she gets the idea and tests her own limits. Her concern is sweet and enthusiasm even moreso, and while Roche can't join in on the fun just yet he can still get involved in other ways so long as he doesn't disobey Dice Law. It's why that while he stands and watches, his hands drift from Reno's jaw down to his flanks and even further to his hips where they sit for a moment before he slides them under that oversized shirt. His fingers find a few scars almost immediately, both brows lifting upwards in silent curiosity and wonder. This guy — whoever he is — sure isn't someone who spends their life adding up numbers or working part-time in a coffee shop.
He cocks his head and lets his thumb press down into one of them. A... bullet? No. Too smooth. A burn, maybe.]
Though now that our little Spitfire has put the idea into my head, I think it's a good idea to have a codeword and seeing as you're the one presently holding the reins, Madame...?
[ A codeword? Like— Oh! Realization hits and her worried expression becomes one of thought while she lets Reno guide her hand this way and that. How about... Cardinal? Your hair, I mean— ]
I like it. Spitfire?
[ A quick glance down to Reno, then up to meet the eyes of their little Nervous Nelly-turned-Jealous Jerry. One of Roche's hands drifts back down to his thigh and when he feels another squeeze, he gives one right back and just to be a pain in the ass, delivers a pinch to go along with it. See, buddy? Nothing to fear here. Your girl isn't going to be stolen tonight. Unless...? ]
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In the meantime, he's free to touch, and Reno does little to stop him with his thighs casually apart and his throat caught in Ladybird's hands. She's far from choking him, and that's partly by design: into it as he is, he still wants his faculties available, especially if they're going to start asking about safewords. Even still, his laugh comes out with a soft wheeze tailing along behind it, his throat working against the steady pressure of their new friend's soft palm. ]
Of course it'd be a fuckin' bird. Fine, but don't expect me to start squawking that easily. You're gonna have to work harder than that. —Hey, you. Sadsack. C'mere, gimme the dice.
[ It takes him a second, but Sadsack Sam fumbles in his seat, reaching for the dice and holding them out awkwardly before he thinks to place them in Reno's open hand. Their lady friend starts to draw away, but he uses his other hand to keep her at his throat, fingers curling over hers to make the squeeze that much tighter—playing through rounds? Yeah, well, the rules are changing. Because he said so. Because he's still got those faculties available and commanding three people out of several at the table all at once isn't much of an ask for him, one shortening his supply of oxygen, one between his thighs and the other darting pathetic/anxious glances between the object of his affections and Reno's face. You'd think he'd plan on rolling them, but instead he palms one and tips the other onto the table without bothering to tilt his head and watch it land. ]
We're rolling for verbs only, and our buddies here get to pick the where. Then we do the same for them. Cool?
[ What better way to get these two stooges out of their hair than to make up a game? A game inside a game—inside another game, technically. Gameception. Uh, is all Awkward Andy offers in response, but that might be because his other half is all but purring with interest. ]
So? What's the damage?
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If it's all the same to you I think I'd prefer to hear you sing over squawk.
[ Boy howdy it's a good fucking thing for poor Worried Willard that Reno got to him first or else his lovely little ladyfriend might've tried to steal Roche out from under the table. She even says as much with a flustered laugh all while Reno encourages her along, you're almost making me jealous, you know? Almost. Because for as charming and smooth these two are, she knows they're a little too much for her to properly handle. Good thing there's no laws against thinking about it, right?
Roche, for his part, hums in agreement when presented with the new terms-slash-rules, his attention drifting back up to the poor sap who happens to look up at almost the exact same time. There's something unspoken in that eerie glow, something that could say better make it a good one, or maybe it's something much more innocuous, less dangerous. Maybe I've got this wildfire, so don't worry about your girl. Maybe that's what the guy chooses to believe when the die leaves his fingers.
Whatever it rolls on must be good if his and Roche's exhales are anything to go by. One part in relief, the other in giddy anticipation as he leans over Reno to get a better look at the words. ]
...How attached are you?
[ One of Roche's hands turns over to tug at Reno's shirt from the inside and his lips pull back into a half-grin. Sweet and flirtatious to the rest of the room, but wild and untamed to them. He hears the guy say something to his lady, and she reaches over with one free hand to pinch his cheek and praise him with a perfect roll, baby. See? Her eyes still belong to him so there's no need to be afraid of a little window-shopping! ]
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[ god damn, woman, he wasn't ready for that squeeze she's so distracted with her sweetie-pie that she forgets to pay attention to how hard her fingers close around Reno's throat, and everything goes from pleasant pressure to can't breathe in a second flat. for a moment or two he leaves her two it, relishing the feeling of breathlessness and the heaviness against his throat. if he wanted to free himself, he could use their codeword or just pry her off, but why not enjoy it for a few seconds? especially with Roche tugging him up so that he leans ever so slightly up and into it.
It's 'grab,' he hears Dweeby Dan say, right around the time he gets lightheaded. yeah, whole lot of grabbing going on here right now, that's for damn sure. his own lips curl, his gaze unfocused as it settles back on Roche's face, the color starting to leave his own. another second or two—but this greenhorn they're playing with beats him to the punch, looking from the die on the table to Reno and then up to his lady friend with a start. I don't think he can breathe, Marjoleta!
by the time Miss Thang realizes and lets go, Reno's choking out a laugh and reaching up to seize a fistful of Roche's shirt as leverage to pull himself up—core strength does the rest, his breath shallow but slow as he finally picks himself up from the table. not for long, though. feet on the floor? absolutely not. just closing distance, that's all. ]
Thanks, but I can hold my breath a lot longer than that. You were saying something about being attached...?
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I'm almost jealous, he even offers as Roche's chin finds a temporary home atop Reno's shoulder as he adjusts his hold on him properly. That same hand a little lower down to the small of his back, the other pawing at his thigh and hip to slot himself nicely between them, and subtly leaving himself open to Reno's own wandering hands. It's fine as long as they don't grab or molest anything listed on the dice, so yolo.
They certainly don't stop him from eventually dipping his head down to deliver a playful half-chomp to the meat of Reno's shoulder, nor does it stop him from pinching a bit of the fabric between his teeth and pulling on it once. A threat? A promise? Or is he just screwing around? ]
Your shirt, Spitfire. Would you rather keep it? Because if I happen to be graced some very good luck, I can't promise I'll be too gentle with it.
[ But they've still got Jitters' turn, and Roche still has to roll for him. As much as it "pains" him to let go of that oh-so-wonderful leg, he plucks it up from the table and sends it bouncing after a courtesy shake. Three, two, one... Welp. Jitters, you'd best get ready to pucker up. ]
Give us your best, Sunshine. Let's see what you've got.