【 Thank you for choosing the Golden Peacock, 5-star resort and casino. You are currently registered as a WILDCARD in our system. We have arranged for a selection of basement suites to temporarily house new arrivals until reservations have been processed. We hope you'll join us in giving our new guests a warm and loving welcome.
We have an exciting announcement! The house will be hosting a carnival for all guests to celebrate the Golden Peacock's birthday. Please look forward to food, games, and attractions in the Cloud-Dwelling Garden. The carnival will be available for guests to enjoy for seven days. Happy birthday week, Golden Peacock*!
We hope you are as thrilled as we are! And, as always, we hope you enjoy your stay.
*Please note that this is an arbitrarily chosen date for the Golden Peacock's birthday, which is unknown. 】
▶ All characters on the TDM are WILDCARDS, which means they have not yet been assigned a card value. Suits will not manifest until characters are accepted into the game.
▶ All TDMs are game canon and this TDM acts as the game's July event. The carnival will run July 15th - July 22nd.
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Hello mods... What happens to the goldfish after the TDM events are over? Will they disappear, or will guests who win goldfish be allowed to keep them?
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[ Cipher got the gist of the situation pretty quickly. Woke up in a fuck hotel. Can't go home. Blah, blah, blah. She doesn't really know the specifics, of course, since she just woke up in the Tunnel of Love, half-asleep in a sex swing but she listened in on a few other guests and now... she's just here for play. Why not? She'll figure out the rest as she goes.
So, in the Caveman Cave today, you might hear the sound of purring in the distance. It creeps closer and closer and closer until — pounce. You've just been tackled to the ground by a catgirl in a sheer robe that leaves very little to the imagination. There's a few words printed on it like EMOTIONAL HONESTY and SINCERE AFFECTION but don't worry about it. ]
Hi there, cutie. Looks like I've caught you. Now, what shall I do with my prize?
two — lucky cats — great luck.
[ Of course the catgirl has been drawn to the lucky cats display. She wanted to pick a fortune and did her best to try and figure out which cat would give her the greatest bang for her buck. Luckily, after she drew her fortune — GREAT LUCK, it said — she was feeling a little lighter than air afterwards.
Which means, of course, she's going to take great advantage of the blessing she's been bestowed. With a soft meow, she begins to make her way through the crowds, fingers slipping into the pockets of all the guests alike. Some money here, some jewelry here, this knick-knack and that, she's going to pick through the pockets until suddenly she's picking your pocket. Do you notice her? Do you let it go? Or do you stop her as her fingers slip out of your pocket, holding something precious to you? ]
three — lanterns.
[ It's been a wild time at the festival so far and Cipher has changed into a cute outfit at some point. (Probably before the last prompt but ssh.) Her ears are twitching and tail is slinking close behind her as she grabs herself a lantern and lights it. It'll be a blue lantern and for a moment, she looks at peace as she lets it float off into the sky, watching it with her arms clasped behind her back.
Feel free to speak to her during this, maybe ask about her wish, or a bit after when she's sitting in the grass somewhere, arms behind her and watching the other lanterns light up the sky. This is the chill, easy prompt. ]
four — fuck-ris wheel (smut prompt).
[ And this is the prompt where you get to bone Cipher again. Cipher already got the gist of the situation when it came to the Ferris Wheel before she even got on, but she wanted to see what wild events might be in store for her so she took a ride. Perhaps she ended up with you this time!
She's going to sit on her side of the car with an easy smile and a twinkle in her eye. She looks you up and down and tilts her head, curious. ]
So, I know why I got on this thing. But what about you?
five — wildcard.
[ want a different prompt or something else? feel free to hmu here! also open to pms or plurk at lotuspier.
also cipher is ota, 16+! she's 1000+ years old, a phantom thief, and the demigod of trickery where she comes from so she doesn't really give a hoot about most things. she's here for fun!
that said, i'm not sure if i'll app this round or the next. might wait for the next patch to decide! until then, i'll goof off on the tdms. ]
[It so happens the Cipher and Wriothesley are basically the same side of one coin in ways. That included pickpocketing and getting by in less than wonderful ways.
Wriothesley is someone who kept his wits around him and he typically had a sharp gaze and a good sense. His hand immediately grabs her wrist as she tries to slip whatever it is out of his pants pocket. Unfortunately for her, Wriothesley keeps more valuable items hidden in pockets not easily visible or tucked on the inside of a shirt or jacket.
Also, Cipher didn't even pilfer anything worth stealing. Unless she's content with a small pocket-sized bottle of lube.] Hmm~? You know, the resort practically gives these things out for free a lot of the times. There's no real reason to try and take mine. [For what it's worth, he offers Cipher an easy smile.]
(seems like the lovely people at the resort has a cruel sense of humor, one in which a single girl was attempting to scream for someone to come help her. a heightened sense of panic runs through her at the realization her arms are cuffed above her head and her legs are held down by similar cuffs. dear god, what is this nightmare? where is she, why isn't this her bedroom? better yet, where is her phone and headphones? her guitar? mitsuki is trying her damn hardest to struggle out of this trap. doesn't seem like it's working, though. she's not going to die here, is she?
she hasn't even done everything she wanted to do, she's still a kid! not fit for whatever kind of bad dream this is. it's bad enough she stops struggling to start to sniffle, like she's holding back some manner of tears. no. she has to get home, she has to find out what's happening. or that was the idea whenever the sound of the door creaking causes her to jolt up a bit. someone found her? oh, oh thank god! she didn't need to wind up like one of those girls in the western horror movies she's seen from time to time.)
H-hey! Can you get me out of this, please?
(if she sounds frantic, wouldn't you be after waking up like this?)
b. festive snacks
(with the horror show behind her, mitsuki is still skittish. she has a right to be, but figuring out this resort has been a bit troublesome. the staff members had been kind enough to explain this is the golden peacock, but she hadn't caught everything of their explanations. seems more like they were amused she was chained up, or amused she's inexperienced. whichever it was, mitsuki didn't want to find out. having had traded her robe for a nice yukata, mitsuki is wandering the festival grounds. some of the food looks nice, but not as nice as the spreads she's seen at fuji rock in the past.
it's only when she spots a certain stall that she pauses, coming up beside another person with a thoughtful twist to her expression. which quickly fades at seeing how some of the snacks looks. it's freaky, she thinks. why do they look like boobs, butts, and....never mind, if she thinks too much then she'll have a headache from trying to comprehend it. and this is stressful enough without mitsuki knowing everything about her being kidnapped.)
Which one do you wanna try? I think I want the dango.
(dango is....safer, she thinks. the rest of it isn't something she wants to touch with a ten foot pole. mostly because what even were they thinking with these designs?)
c. goldfish scooping
(all festivals have games, this one had a game she's used to. well, one of them. the other was the shooting galleries back home, she was a good shot when needed. picked up on it fast whenever her uncle had her man the stall. a pity that she wishes he was here with her, but it's better he might not be. that's the impression mitsuki is getting while looking around. enough about that, though, she's currently bent down with a fish scoop. her brow knitted in concentration before finally getting her prize. the goldfish. the owner of the stall smiles and puts it away in a bag for her while mitsuki seems to have lighten up a bit.
finally. something normal! that had been her thoughts earlier, the downside is that this wasn't normal. by now she was wandering again, attempting to figure out what else she wanted to play. the stuffies were....odd, and she wasn't sure on trying rides. at least not alone, but she did pause briefly to check her watch again to see if there was anything it can tell her when a voice that sounds like hers rings out with: "damn, nice ass" to the person in front of her.
unfortunately, it causes mitsuki to almost drop the goldfish while attempting to stammer out an apology. one heart attack for her, please.)
d. wildcard
( putting on my clown nose to say, entropy here, i am voice testing this girl and this time planning to app maybe. f/f is preferred, but as she is 17 years old i am fine with gen and also would like to keep to heavy petting for now. if none of these prompts catch your eye, feel free to throw your own at me or reach out to me over pms or at entropist for anything custom. )
( after spending nearly six months in the resort, all sense of normalcy and boundaries between what was acceptable sexually or not had blurred and faded into nothingness. what made reira blush and become flustered like a school girl in the past now was simply shrugged off and not thought upon too deeply. things like undressing in front of other people without regard, giving them affection and having sex with people she just met didn't really phase her anymore. this resort had truly become a place of freedom for her.
she had come out to the festivities to have fun and meet new people, scope out the landscape and see what fun prizes she could get. instead of dressing up in fun wear provided by the resort, she opted to incorporate a hot summer look with her long pink curls braided, walking around carelessly with a stuffed pink bear in her arms. she was on her own right now, opting to just take everything in when something called to her. a voice, a compliment? )
Eh?
( she said as she turned around, long braids whipping behind her. she nearly spun on her heels as she came to face the girl before her. instead of looking angry, she seemed a bit perplexed before her head tilted to the side. )
You really think so? I've been working out hard at the gym here to build muscle and not be so weak, but I'm not so sure I've been doing a good job with the glutes eh....but if you think it looks good then I'll take the compliment!
( clearly someone was starved for attention— couldn't go 2.5 days without it. )
[When Hibiki awakens, his expression goes through several stages of intense confusion and disbelief, before settling on an exasperated oh no, not this again sort of look. Last he remembered, he'd been on the last TDM a movie set, and now he's... actually, what the heck was going on? Where was he now?
He wiggles around a little, blinking a few times as he realizes that he seemed to be tied up and suspended in some manner. There was also the incredibly odd ambient jungle music playing in the background, but it was hard to entirely make up the interior of the room from his position hogtied on a spit over a "fire". He tests at his bonds, trying to see if he could break free, but the position made it incredibly hard to move in. This... was a situation he'd need some help getting out of.
And if it couldn't get any worse, the spit began to spin to give him a nice "roast".]
Aw, hell.
[Ignore the fact his robe is also printed all over with the term "EMOTIONAL INTIMACY".]
[game booths]
[Luckily Hibiki had actually managed to find some clothes to change into, namely a yukata patterned with rabbits from the love tunnel which felt apt for a festival anyways, so he's feeling fine and fresh and fancy free at this point. Unfortunately, he was looking a little too fresh so it seemed, as he's quickly grabbed and pulled onto the spinning wheel of the dildo game despite all protests, because apparently being gratuitously spun around was just on the cards for him tonight.
So far, everyone had missed their tosses, leaving him miraculously unscathed. Are you going to step up to bat and fix that, or will you have mercy on him? The look on his face at you as he's spun around is clearly begging for mercy.]
[gachapon (fated mates)]
[He wanted a Labubu Lafoufou because they looked like silly little creatures, but instead he ends up with this... token? He had no clue what it did, but he guess it's his now! Tucking it away in his yukata, he makes his way to go get something to snack upon preferably without the aphrodisiacs, carefully ducking through the crowd until he suddenly catches someone's eyes, and freezes completely. Huh...? Why was his heart pounding in his chest?]
[fuck-ris wheel]
[Hibiki didn't know what was going on with the ferris wheel when he lined up -- it just looked like a fun little ride to see out across the entirety of the festival! But when he gets to the front and is told he can't go on without a second person, he frowns a little, turning to the line behind him with a slight "uhhh" to see if there was anyone else in the immediate vicinity who didn't seem to have someone else to go on it with, either.]
Hey, do you want to ride together?
((ooc: here is his quick character info, here is his kink list! i'm aster and if you need to contact me feel free to pm or private plurk me at celestiyall! i will be out of town as a warning from the 18th to the 23rd so tagging might be slow during this time but i will be here!))
[ That's an awfully wiggly piece of meat tied to the spit. Upon closer inspection, Minato realizes that's because it's not a piece of meat at all and, instead, an entire Very Live person. ]
...Hibiki?
[ Huh. He was wondering where the guy disappeared to...
Instead of freeing the other teen from the spit, Minato leans against one of the posts and cants his head, a thoughtful expression resting on his face. Yep. Looks like it really is Hibiki Kuze in the flesh. Seems like he's lost the schoolgirl uniform from the last TDM time Minato saw him. No maid outfit for Minato either. Just a comfortable raglan tee and long pants. ]
At least this robe's easier to move in, compared to your other one.
[Pine back at it again with another silver haired horse. Somehow, the exact middle point between Marina Funger and Concord OC exists. I'll be playing her end of senior year and saying that makes her 18. So, count her OTA for 18+ for smut options! I'll work on a proper permissions page for her soon.]
1. Fun House (of Comedic Violence)
[Gold Ship awakes with too small of a robe for her frame. That is absolutely the reason she abandons it promptly. Not at all because of what is written on it. What was written on it? Buzz off, that's nobody's business! What could possibly make a horse like the magnificent Goldshi insecure is ... is...!
It is nothing. Clearly, the robe was just blank! And she cannot be spot dead in something so boring!
She's in the house of mirrors to start. An absolute nightmare for a creature as insatiably distracted as Gold Ship. She's wandering aimlessly until she finds a straight away and sees another guest at the far end. Now they are wearing some half decent clothes!]
You! [Her voice booms and a buck naked, muscular young woman is pointing dramatically, her sights set. She stands at 170cm, but her aura... her aura is much larger. Her pointed hand turns to a fist and punches into her opposite hand's palm in front of her,]
Resistance is futile! Surrender those clothes on the double! I claim them as the property of the esteemed and marvelous... Gold Ship! [She abruptly assumes a running position, before too powerful legs absolutely launch her forward. Yes, this girl with the horse ears and tail does run with the strength and speed above and beyond a race horse.
Whether or not the person she's pointed to is actually at the end of the hall isn't going to occur to her until she's picked up far too much speed to stop herself. In all likelihood, she is going to be drop kicking her way through a mirror wall and out the other side. It is one way to escape the hall of mirrors, at least!]
2. Spinning Tunnel (of Absolute Terror)
[The moment Gold Ship stepped into the spinning tunnel, it was all over. For the tunnel, but possibly also for Gold Ship. She got flung to her hands and knees and instinctively kicked her legs into a run in the direction the momentum put her.
So, in just a few strides of her legs, she began a full tilt run. The spinning tunnel has turned into a terrifying hamster wheel, whirling at mach speeds with still naked horse girl powering it. They should really harness this type of energy for something useful... though, Gold Ship would never show up for this duty of her own volition,]
Hey- hey- hey! You challenge me, spinny room!? I'll teach you to pick this fight! Nothing and nobody can outrun a fine grade Uma like muah-! Not that... I've ever gotten... good grades...
[She sounds a bit out of breath, but her stamina for this is going to be incredible. Gold Ship really will be trying to break the entire room around her sheer will to keep running. She's relatively close to the entryway, at least the scene would detour anybody from entering from this side- best nobody fall in with her unless they can keep up!]
3. Fuck-ris Wheel (of Bad Choices)
That looks..! [Gold Ship marvels up at the massive attraction,] That looks-!
[She slumps her head and shoulders forward dramatically, voice whining (or is it whinnying?)]
Soooo boring... who wants to do something like that, anyways? [She lifts back up and crosses her arms before blowing a big raspberry,] Cramped up in a little box! For who even knows how long! The woe, the misery- the view can't be that good...
[She suddenly reaches out and loops an arm around... whoever it is that's nearby. Did they catch her eye earlier and this is her in? Is it just whoever was closest to her-? Impossible to know, but she suddenly is pressed in snug to their side. Gold Ship has gotten dressed into something like a sailor themed school girl uniform, because of course that is what would catch her eye to wear to this summer festival.
The twinkle in her eye and conspiratorial tone says she's having thoughts about what else could be done with that time,]
Unless-?
4. Wildcard (of Even Worse Choices)
[Open to other prompts and tag ins! If there's something in particular you want with her, hit me up in DMs to this accounts or over at danceintoastruggle for plotting.]
Wriothesley's intention was to get a bite to eat before he's suddenly being pulled back and he finds the white-haired lady clinging to him. The expression on her face immediately thinks that they're possibly not up to any good.
[ his head is spinning and it's not because he's been on any rides yet. the large perro isn't even on his feet quite yet! what anchors him is the firm belief that he is somehow safe despite being in an unfamiliar place, something that he wishes he could get used to. obviously he rather be in the comfortable dormitories of rhodes island or even back in the detective agency. but as he opens his eyes and realizes that he's lying down flat on the floor…
is he. is he moving?
everything looks like it's at an angle. at least, from where he's looking, the ceiling is even slanted towards him. when he turns his head it only makes his sight blur even more so, vertigo hitting him harder than anything he's felt in a long while.
so when hung does finally sit up, he can't bring a hand up to touch his forehead. instead he plants both palms into the floor. the floor that looks tilted but doesn't feel that way. he closes his eyes and takes a deep breath. then, another.
and that's when gravity shifts and the angle becomes sharper, too steep, and he's tumbling in the direction of someone who hopefully is equipped to stop a big ol' furry doggo from flattening them. ]
feat of strength
[ there are plenty of interesting games that might test hung's skills, but none of them appeal to him like this one. as he passed by it, the game's vendor immediately held out the mallet just to get the dog's attention. then again it was also viewed as a threat and hung felt immediately endangered by what would be someone wielding a hammer, so…
anyway after that's settled? he's standing in front of the target, the weight looking comically large, and the bell seemingly stories and stories above everyone else. it seems that whoever's running this one is looking to really wear someone out. why else would anyone play this particular game when there are easier ones, like ring tosses or knocking down milk bottles?
so as hung stares down at where he needs to slam the mallet, he takes a second to look up. there are dolls hanging on the sides the game, markings indicating what he can win if he's able to get that weight at a certain point. towards the top, a funny little furry cat guy who might look like someone familiar to others is dangling near the shiny bell. and if that isn't motivation enough… it's got a fat ass for some reason. why is his dumpy like this.
either way! his eyes are on the prize. he's holding the giant hammer in one hand, the other anchored to his side. ]
wildcard
[ feel free to encounter him among the food stands or trying other games! alternatively, it's hung. just like, come marvel at all of his furry features. m/m for smut. ]
[ It's with some mild surprise that Keita pauses near the game of strength, looks up at the prizes hanging at the top, and finds that he recognizes one of them. What would Aak think about his image being used in this way, Keita wonders. ]
Are you planning to win that? [ He asks the man with the canine features.
Since his arrival here more than a year prior, Keita has become far more used to people who look different than those he would have seen at home, and anyway he's acquainted with both Aak and Midnight and has heard plenty of tales about the peoples of Terra. ]
[ Sylvain's not sure what happened. The last thing he remembers is falling asleep in his suite upstairs and the next thing he knows, he's coming to in a glaring red hallway, hearts and lights everywhere. His body is stiff and sore, as if all his limbs had gone to sleep without him realizing it, and he's cold. And, looking down, he's dressed in a short scrap of a robe that's completely sheer, so doing very little to hide anything at all. He's not sure why they even tried.
He's not even aware of the glowing neon letters plastered over his back, some reading 'to be seen' or more along the lines of 'to be enough'. It's probably a good thing he can't see them, because the robe wouldn't last long, he might as well be naked than to have something like that broadcast to the world at large.
But in his stumbling and uncoordinated attempts to figure out what happened (and find some underwear, that is definitely priority one), he ends up stumbling into a few of the specialty rooms. None of which are all that shocking, after his adventures in here before (not that he's figured out just yet that he's missing time somehow. He's not going to be happy about that).
But you might find him in the Caveman Cave because oh blessed warmth, his limbs still feel strangely cold and stuff and numb, so he's crouched before one of the flickering lights with one of those fur rugs wrapped around his shoulders. he does look a little bit like a caveman at the moment, dressed in fur and his hair standing up after having run his hands through it several times in agitation. Although he hadn't been paying attention to any of the "hunting weapons" in the room in his need to warm up.
Or perhaps he's been shoved into the Forbidden Lair, blindfolded, maybe bound to one of those plush armchairs. left alone until he hears the door open again and his blinded head angles in that direction. ] Hello? A little help here?
[ The Onsen, though, is just what he needed. Even if he's not exactly waiting for a partner before he slips into one of those soaking tubs with an outright obscene sort of moan as the steaming water rises around him. ] Oh. That's it. That's perfect.
B. Day Festival
[ He's starving. He's pretty sure he had a filling dinner last night, but his stomach doesn't seem to believe him. Which is how he ends up finally wandering out into the festival portion of the carnival. He's never seen anything like this, it certainly put the country festivals back home to shame. And there's certainly a lot to choose from. of course none of it is probably safe, not that they're giving much information beyond that. So he's debating what looks appetizing enough to risk the hidden effects. Considering how hungry he is, everything looks appetizing right now. he glances over, looking for someone nearby he can get a second opinion from. ]
Hey. What do you think's going to be the least dangerous thing to snack on?
[ What will it be? The dango? The rice crackers? maybe the sponge cake or the sake? ]
C. Night Festival
[ Night falling on the festival makes the place seem like an entirely different world all over again. Sylvain can be caught staring at the ferris wheel with a slightly baffled look of awe, having never seen such a thing before, even in his time here. Eyes tracking the circles it makes, he leans over to ask the person next to him, ]
Is that thing actually safe?
[ Or maybe you find him off near one of the ponds, cradling a blue lantern in his hands. it's lit, but there's a solemn look on his face as he holds it, looking like he's in no hurry to release it just yet. It's certainly not his typical lighthearted, easygoing humor that those who know him are used to seeing. There's something shadowed in his gaze instead. ]
D. Wildcard
(( Feel free to leave me another prompt if none of these work for you. Sylvain is a returning character and he will be keeping his memories, so he will be happy to see friends, even if he feels like he just saw you yesterday oops. Questions or ideas? Feel free to PM me or hit me up at chaneystarr ))
[it's not so surprising, if you know Olivine, that he would choose a white lantern in these moments. with so many gone, not to mention the process of his life thus far, the allure is plain. ways to move forward and toward his continuing to live, as he's sure it would be wanted.
honestly, at first he thinks he's hallucinating. the familiar shock of red is too good to be true after so many months. but a blink, a rub of his eyes—still there. the flurry of emotions subsequently filters into his voice, beyond even the shocked incredulity of it.]
Sylvain...?
[he's almost worried it's too quiet, at first. certainly, it feels like a whisper to him as he closes the distance. the length of his hair might be Sylvain's first sign of something being amiss—he's done little more than trim it since they all disappeared, so it's significantly longer than the other will remember. certainly, the tears will probably be alarming—though at least he knows that's also just part and parcel to Olivine being, well, Olivine.]
[There's the truly heavy debate of either keeping the robe on or tossing it away, but neither is really a winning feature. The robe just barely covers him, barely past the ass. The moment he wakes, quickly he's shoved his left arm huddle into the robe, obscuring it from sight. Funny, he clearly has an arm, but he wants to conceal it. The robe itself he decides to keep tightly around his person, just barely covering his chest.
It'll have to do.
The design on his clothing (generous as it may be to call it clothing) emulates fangs on the back, yet elegant hearts along the sleeves. A strange combination, as if to say both there is something violent within him yet the yearning of something more emotionally intimate?
Regardless, he's scoping out the room, not saying a word as he works to locate an exit.]
The moment in which the parade runners spot him, Vincent makes zero effort to be involved. So he doesn't move, doesn't even respond to them as they cheer and crow about His Royal Highness, Hiney, and Plump Assery. His face remains utterly impassive, and quickly the staff realize they need to carry him.
So they do! As stiffly as Vincent remains in body, they effortlessly move him onto the parade float, whooping in praise. Still, Vincent does not move, practically a statue as they clown around him.
"ASS! ASS! ASS!" they call in worship before the float stops.
All goes silent, the air strangely tense.
One assistant tries to hand the rose to Vincent. It's held out for solid minute in silence before Vincent realizes that this isn't going to stop until he takes it. Finally, he reacts, sighing quietly before he deftly takes the rose and just lamely tosses it over his shoulder, hoping that's enough.
We all know where this is going, though.]
III. FUCK-RIS WHEEL
[The Ferris Wheel seems suspiciously normal looking. It's almost too normal looking to be true with how this Gold Saucer: Horny Edition has been going so far. Still, he is coerced in by attendants, and settles in with you.
He doesn't speak, never one to really start a conversation. Instead, he's gazing out the window quietly, contemplative.
This could only go well.]
IV. WILDCARD
[i aint the boss of you, make your own prompt if you want]
[His fellow passenger is eerily silent. In fact, he doesn't even look at Kazuya this entire time, and instead he does his best to not make any eye contact at all. Awkward!
Even more awkward when the announcement comes on, and Kazuya joins him in looking out the window, because he should be used to the fact there's a catch by now. Ah well. That's just how it is in this bitch of a resort.
It's several long minutes before Kazuya says anything. They've gone around several times at this point...]
(gachapon isn't a concept she's unfamiliar, play the game and win prizes. it wasn't her style, but she did stand by to watch the girls get prizes of their own. this time it was her playing it while in an elegant wolf patterned yukata. the token she obtains was shaped like a wolf's head too, almost like her family emblem. strange. but she can't complain, it's a better distraction than being too focused on her almost year at the resort. about her missing friends, those who disappeared as time went on.
does this mean she'll be alone soon? it's a thought that hurts more than she wants to admit, wants to show. these people had allowed her to find comfort, her own way, while they all tried to survive. regardless, texas was leaving the gachapon machines without allowing herself to think too much. she shouldn't for her own sake, or else she's going to make herself sad again.
except, while she was wandering? her eyes settle on another persons, then something intense shudders through her. a feeling that reminded her of the sports festival in march. the heat of it, the desire. this isn't good. not the way she feels like picking up the other person and taking off with them. bad, bad while she bites down those more baser urges and instincts. she doesn't need to go through with that again.)
You should probably start running.
(that's the only warning they'll get.)
b. wandering the grounds
(with her bad luck out of the way, texas decided to go looking around again. almost as if she were at a loss on what to do, most festivals back home were different. the last one she had been to? she had to guard her boss, though that also wasn't counting what happened during sauin. texas isn't necessarily minding she's at a loss, but it would be nice to do something for a change.
something that wasn't just stand on the sidelines, whatever the case, texas seems to be going over in her mind the interesting sights. the food stalls, the other games, and what seems to be lanterns being sold off in the distance. she had a vague recollection of festivities in lungmen using those, yanese rituals and higashi ones, too. what a strange place they got stuck with this time. she did pause if you were coming up beside her, to glance in your direction. though this time she's cautious after her experience with the gachapon.)
You got any ideas of what seems fun?
c. the wheel of fuck-ris
(see, she thought this was harmless. a ferris wheel, it wasn't like she expected to be in it with one other person, sure. but it's harmless. maybe. the problem was that it turned out to not be harmless, the wheel is stuck at the very top now. texas almost looks agitated at this happening. what were they supposed to do now? pretend that they weren't stuck up here? maybe if that was possible, but it isn't while the wolf glances outside out of annoyance.)
Don't think we're moving any time soon.
(they'll have to get comfortable, even if that's not something that appeals to her. carnival rides were supposed to be something to have fun with, to enjoy. this? this wasn't exactly her idea of it. it isn't like they can ask someone to get them down. however they pass the time would be up to them, though she muses that they ought to play some manner of games.
whatever kind it could be would be up to them, while she's getting comfortable looking outside. her suit mark if one notes the back of her left hand is a bit colored, but not too much that it would be a problem. enough that someone might be able to take advantage of it.)
Got any ideas on how to pass the time?
d. wildcard
( nothing strike your fancy? feel free to bring your own prompts, or dm me here or on plurk at entropist if you'd like to plot out something! f/f is preferred for anything more smutty like the ferris wheel, ota on ages. )
[ Jingyi wasn't sure what to think, waking up in here again. She wonders what changed and how long ago it was, but she can't find herself complaining too much since this was still much better than living in a cell. Still, Jingyi wandered around and out to the carnival outside, and it wasn't long before her eyes set on a familiar face. She feels a smirk form on her lips - it's her, it's Texas. The cute beastkin that she enjoyed messing with.
Well, no reason not to make this fun for herself. So Jingyi followed Texas around, trying not to be noticed, but also giving the girl just enough of a chance to catch a glimpse of a familiar face. She appears in Texas' periphery, only to vanish like a mirage or a ghost the moment she gets noticed. When Texas is asking others around on what idea could be fun, Jingyi just keeps following her. This is the most fun she's had in a while... ]
Le baiser est la plus sûre façon de se taire en disant tout.
Tunnel of Love
While her sudden arrival and attire do quite take Sciel by surprise, she's always been one to roll with the punches. That's how she finds herself behind a kissing booth, quite enjoying her turn as an attendant and, while she has a plethora of questions to ask about where she is and what this all could mean... It's a pleasant turn of events.
Still wearing only her sheer black robe, the neon purple and gold text upon it listing a great number of things, she favors her next customer with an easy-going smile, a bit of light catching her hazel eyes.
"Step on up, stranger! Are you in the mood for something simple or a bit more... adventurous?"
Faire la fête!
The Carnival
( Sciel's information and permissions can be found here, and everything on the yes field of her kink list is what's on her robe! She's willing to partake in absolutely everything, so please feel free to toss a wildcard her way, or wait for me to be able to make the rounds and tag in~ ♥ PM here or nudge at AstraDoesThings if you have any questions! )
Of all the strange new attractions this carnival holds, he has to admit, the kissing booths are some of the more pleasant ones. It's an oddly endearing way to meet a stranger, and he chuckles when she beckons him over, his gaze sweeping quickly over the words on her robe with a smile.
Adventurous, you say?
"But it's quite hard to choose…would you be charging a fee if I ask for both?"
[Well, well, well. Thancred Waters has been yeeted across planes of existence and landed in his new circumstances entirely in the altogether. If he had a gil for every time this has happened he'd now have three gil, which isn't much but 'tis powerful strange it's happened thrice.
The attendants of the onsen garden had been good enough to explain his immediate circumstances, at least, while they were making him ready for his present predicament. Something about arriving at the hostelry (which seems reasonable enough, given the Doman nature of the surroundings) and being required to play some manner of game as part of his initiation. It hadn't taken much to see that protesting wasn't like to get him very far, and his best attempts at flirting more information out of them had been met with poised, maidenly stonewalling.
He'll have better luck with his companion, he supposes. As he's to be given a companion.
More to the point, it seems he's also being given to a companion — if the intricate ropework the ladies have wrapped him in, brilliant red cord done up in aesthetically pleasing knots. They're certainly secure enough to keep their victim ensnared. Provided their victim was an average person, that is.
Which Thancred isn't.
The ladies explain that his partner in the affair will be along shortly, just before draping the blindfold over his eyes. That, too, is an inconvenience, but not an insurmountable one. He's had worse. And it's not as though he needs his eyes to get out of these knots.
Still, when he hears the sound of footsteps on the deck below, he makes the first move and says aloud: ]
Ah, there you are; I was told someone would be along in short order. You'll pardon my appearance, I hope — not quite befitting a gentleman of refinement, I know, but I hadn't much say in the proposition.
[He is wearing ropes and a strategically-placed fundoshi with a cartoon squirrel of some variety on the front. "Refined" doesn't even begin to touch it.]
— day hours: festival; GAMES, GATCHAS, AND GATOS.
[Once released from the unusual circumstances of his arrival — and now intent on making good use of the fact that he can actually move about freely again — Thancred sets off to do his own version of reconnaissance around the festival generally, making certain to mingle and see as much of his new surroundings as he can. He's very adept at blending in, as well — good enough at disappearing into a crowd that he's difficult to spot when he doesn't want to be seen, just as he's skilled at making himself noticed when he wants to draw attention. Perhaps you'll encounter him:
• At the food stalls! He's careful not to eat anything someone else hasn't touched first, but does linger awhile around them, since he's got to eat eventually. You might even overhear him remarking aloud at the courtesy of the stall proprietors at labeling their aphrodisiacs! Now that's something you don't find very often.
• Playing carnival games! He's unsettlingly good at games of precision like ring toss, bean bag toss, can knockdown, and even basketball. The number of stuffies he is accumulating is honestly getting a little frightening. What in the world does he intend to do with all of them? Perhaps you should ask and find out…
• Getting nothing from the cat spirits! Well, except for this cute little white cat figurine, which he seems to have selected due to its color and its oddly pale eyes. Well. It wouldn't be the first time he found himself given the cold shoulder by an indifferent feline mistress.
The choice is yours!]
— night hours: circus; DAZZLING LANTERNS.
[As the riotous spectacle of the daytime festival gives way to the artificial night, Thancred can be found largely keeping away from the bulk of the crowds, preferring to find a quiet shadowed spot to look up at the stars and watch the lanterns take flight when they start to fill the air. None of the usual constellations are there, of course — all the ones he knows (not that he'd ever give Urianger the satisfaction of discovering he's got them all memorized, lest he think it was because he'd been listening to any of those lengthy astrologian's lectures). Still, they are stars, whatever other shard or plane of existence this might be —
And so, after a spell, he finds himself making his way over to one of the lantern vendors, taking in the spiel about the various colors before eventually making his selection.]
A blue one, I think. You said these will carry a wish?
[Evidently they will, but only if released with the help of another guest, and — well. Cue Thancred glancing around the vicinity before eventually settling on you and offering a slight, lopsided grin.]
Don't suppose you'd be willing to help a fellow out with such a pittance, would you?
— all eyes on me in the center of the ring; WILDCARD & OOC.
[None of the above prompts working for you? Toss me a wildcard! Here are some basic information and permissions; for the purposes of Peacock and this TDM, please note that though Thancred is a fuckboy flirt, he will not flirt or engage in sexually-charged ways with anyone below the age of 21, even superficially. Otherwise, M/F and F/F are both fine with me, and he is open to smut for characters 25+. Feel free to check Rufus's kinklist as a reference for my yesses, maybes, and nos generally.
In terms of canonpoint, I'm still on the fence but will probably take him from current canon, so the 7.x patches!]
[ G'raha feels as though he as only just made his way past the food stalls and to the games of skill and chance when he overhears a hushed whisper from a booth attendant about the frankly ridiculous amount of stuffed animals being carted around by one pale-haired man.
A pale-haired man with strange tattoos on his neck, at that.
It could very well be a fluke, of course, especially in a place such as the Golden Peacock-- he's seen all manner of hair colors since his arrival, just as varied as those from home. But still... still. He simply must follow this possible lead.
It's easy enough to spot the veritable mountain of stuffies, shambling along, and he darts down the next row of booths at top speed before taking a sharp turn to cut the overburdened soul off at the pass. Even from this angle, he can't see the person's face... So instead, a query: ]
( It feels more like a dream than anything else. At one moment, she's getting ready to the leave the hospital. The next, she's suddenly in the most strange place, her friends no where to be seen. Though, that may be for the best. If they suddenly found themselves somewhere else entirely like she was, she's afraid that they might just panic.
She wakes up, disoriented enough to where it takes her a moment to really register what's happening On the robe are the words another's happiness and a happy ending shown for others to read. She attempts to move her hands, only to find them restrained by one of the pairs of handcuffs that had been left in various rooms. She attempts to move her hands, gasping a bit at the restraint. What was this? This-- This definitely had to be a dream! What else could it possibly be? She swears, she was definitely just with her friends outside a moment ago!!
As soon as she spots another person, she speaks up – although a bit hesitantly. )
E-Excuse me! I'm very sorry to bother you, but... Could you please help me out of these?
b. kissing booth
( It really feels like she ended up working at the booth before she even really realized what was happening. All in all, being the person to volunteer at a kissing booth feels harmless, and it's just temporary, isn't it? Besides, if they need the help, then she can do this! … Can't she?
There's just the bit where she hasn't really kissed anyone before, especially not a stranger! But, the idea is kind of... adorable to her, too. When someone steps up to the booth, she tries her hardest to offer a smile that doesn't seem uncertain. )
Uhm--
G-Good afternoon! You're one of my first customers.
( She's supposed to compliment the other person too, isn't she? She can do that! In fact, she's more than happy to say something nice to someone. Or, maybe the other person is supposed to compliment her? Though, she'd much rather it be the former. )
c. treats and eats
( A sample of the katsubo senbei is offered to her, and she only accepts after realizing just how hungry she truly is. So much had happened since waking up in the Tunnel of Love, and she hasn't eaten since she had first done so. Being new here, she doesn't exactly think that there may be anything wrong with the food.
However, before she even really realizes it, she reaches for the hand of the next person who walk by. She has a rather meaningful expression on her face, but she stops as soon as she realizes what she's done, freezing for a moment before releasing hold of that hand. Quickly taking a step back, she bows her head. )
I'm so sorry! Just now – I'm... not sure what came over me.
d. wildcard
( Let's discuss another prompt! Feel free to message me on plurk or pm this journal. )
(lucky her, she near grabbed hold of someone's hand who was around the same age as her, almost. this masculine person (or rather, girl, even if she was used to being mistaken for a boy) in an unassuming yukata. her black painted nails and hair tied into a low bun that exposes nine piercings across both ears, her wrist tattoo of a soundwave too could be seen out of the summer yukata.
a young punk, though mitsuki hadn't been paying much attention. even she had been trapped in the tunnel earlier, almost thinking she was about to die like she were in some horror movie before rescue came. she's new here too, new and looking around with a bit of curiosity. the festival was almost like the ones back in japan, or that's what mitsuki has realized a bit. even the food was seemingly similar. but why did it feel so, off, for a lack of a better term?
an absentminded teen like her can pick up on things being odd, as surprising as that is. she almost was distracted, wondering if she can talk a vendor into telling her where she might be able to at most get a music player. she couldn't go without music, couldn't go without playing for long, either. it's only when tohru near grabs her hand and mitsuki winds up jolting in a panic that the other girl looks somewhat apologetic for reacting like that.)
[When Kurama comes to, it's with a sudden snap of his head. Did he doze off while grinding? No, even if he did, what place is this? And what was he wearing? This was more leg that he liked to show unless he was in the baths! He tugs down the fabric, noting there seemed to be several words stamped along the fabric. How strange...]
[For partner desires, characters may spot "glasses," "wit," "affectionate." For emotional desires, "companionship," "family," "gratitude." For sexual desires, "deep kissing," "on his lap," "teasing." ... Also there's a few scattered ones that say "desired SSR in one 10-pull," "no EOS," and "my main is buffed"?]
Excuse me. [an arm comes out to block a passerby]
What's the meaning of all this, exactly? [never mind that someone walking down the street would likely have as little clue as anyone else, he's been wrested from his shrine and his games]
Ib. Tunnel of Love (Onsen Garden)
[There's an Azuman flare to this room, at least. Kurama is looking at the yukata for the yukata game and thinking about trading out his revealing (in multiple ways) bathrobe. As he looks for one in his size, he discovers all the materials for the other game as well. The patterned blindfold rests in his hand as he turns over the stones to be heated.]
... well, this one would serve as a better game than the other. [He'll admit that, at least.]
II. Treats and Eats
[This whole endeavor is too stressful. After escaping the Tunnel of Love, the Autumn God has swapped out his marked-up desire bathrobe for a festival yukata. It's still far too short, with a length of leg exposed that he dislikes, but it's not neon. Anyhow, he needs to refuel and festival treats were the best way to do it even in a strange place.]
[The tricolor dango reminds him of visiting Spring village, although,]
... No, no, [he says idly, to himself,] the ones at the teahouse are certainly better.
You see, [sorry if you happen to be nearby, he has to talk about this, it's more than just the pun that makes Kai call him a windbag,] there's a clear artificial taste that lingers in this one. Freshly grown ingredients make a difference in the intensity of flavor. It's adequate to fill the stomach but disappointing when you've had better. And the red string adds nothing to it!
[He'll lean over to explain it better, if necessary. He's just compelled to do so and with 6'5" of height he's very good at looming over people.]
III. Gambles and Games
[Kurama is, putting it lightly, making a killing at the carnival games. He really just wanted to destress but has instead earned himself a bagful of carnival prizes. He'd think to give the safer ones to local children but... perhaps for the best he's seen no one below a certain age. It only reinforces how unnatural this place was.]
[ting as a ring hits the bottleneck and bounces off, his first loss in a while]
Ah, well, my concentration was fraying anyho- wait! [that toy in the background is... him?! He never authorized such a thing! If life were a game then such a thing would be an important clue or power-up. He had to get it.]
Another round, good sir! [the underpaid and overworked "good sir" is like... sure, man]
[Of course, the desire sensor is a powerful thing and when he stops doing it or love of the game and starts doing it specifically to win a prize it gets impossibly difficult. Help him? Or absent-mindedly just win his plush two feet away from him? or just laugh, that will definitely help.]
IV. Wildcard
[If none of the prompts above interest you or if you have another idea, please feel free to make your own or PM this journal! Kurama is a tengu and one of those 100+ year old deities but looks late 20s/early 30s. I'm open to partners of any age, gender, etc for him although he will be a bit shy to get going. Also open to any gen CR from younger characters who just want a gamer uncle.]
[By now Yato has learned to be suspicious of anything edible in the resort, be it food or drink. Yet a guy can't help craving the tastes from back home, y'know? That's why he finds himself sampling a variety of snacks throughout the day, finally settling on the dango as his snack of choice for the moment. Though them being strung together with red string should've been a giveaway as to their suspicious nature.
At Kurama's detailed explanation, he raises an impressed eyebrow and chews thoughtfully, giving a nod. Though he notices that the guy is leaning forward rather enthusiastically...]
Yeah, now that you've pointed it out, I can tell there's definitely a lingering taste to these that freshly made ones wouldn't have. They seem like they've been mass produced, or at least made with cheaper ingredients. Though the string is kinda fun?
[ Emet-Selch has no problem jumping from world to world, but it's always of his own volition. Being spirited away to ... to all this is something else entirely. He's angry about it, it shouldn't be possible, and he's desperate to get home (important work to do there and all), but has quickly found that he can't just portal himself right back the way all good Ascians can.
So he's left to contend with the next worse thing, which is this atrociously loud robe. He's grabbing it in weird places, not even bothered by what parts of him that may reveal as long as it covers up the words. SENTIMENTAL is one. FIRST-BORN SON is another and what's up with that!! MEMORY to round up the third option. He doesn't want you to see them, he'd rather you comment on how ugly the robe is. ] Yes, utterly garish, and that's saying something. If you would kindly...? [ He flaps his hand as if to get wandering eyes to just ... go away.
But you're in the Hall of Portraits and maybe getting rid of an audience is harder than it looks. Because you've been rendered together. He is definitely one of the people in the picture, though he looks more like this than he does in person. ]
If they wanted a dramatic entrance, they had but to ask.
II. Lucky Cat Meow Meow
[ There is something distinctly amusing about him being beloved to the Cat Lords. Can't quite put his finger on it. He is clearly a beloved friend to all cats and cat-shaped people. He would never shoot them in the back.
Anyway, he's thinking about being annoyed with the fortunes, but his luck is so Great that he notices he can't help but get attention, and Emet-Selch was born for this. At least, the version of himself that he is now was, in any case.
If you happen to be besotten by him, he's quick to make eyes, smile dripping with the practiced charm of someone who's raised kingdom after kingdom (only to tear them back down again). ]
Do you see something you like?
III. Dazzling Lanterns
[ Once he's free, more or less, of carnival hell, Emet-Selch is a little glad to have some reprieve with the lanterns. He absolutely steers clear of the red one, though the other colors are fitting enough. Should he choose to believe in any of their superstitions. He doesn't.
Yet still he chooses a golden lantern just to avoid any conversations that may otherwise come up. This one, more than any of the rest, means nothing to him. ]
Ready to let them go?
IV. Fuck-ris Wheel
[ Ending the festivities (??) with a rendezvous in a tiny velvet box is how he would end every party if he could. Maybe he has had parties like this in the past, it is simply difficult to tell. He lost track of how he got to this point, being ushered into a seat with one whole stranger, but he is rapidly learning that the more he resists the more annoying it gets. So even if he's a little tired, and he wants off this ride, he does the opposite, and embraces it instead. ]
So, how are you feeling? I for one would not mind riding this into the finale, but if you have places to be ... [ He shrugs nonchalantly. ] Well, it cannot be helped.
(( ooc: Feel free to hit me up with a wild card too, I'm open to most of the stuff. Maybe not the goldfish. Also I'm still happy to play him from a different canon point but we'll see what happens HAHA Smut prefs: Emet is Old, and has no preference for gender or species. Although if your soul is whole and vibrant that is a plus.))
[ A golden lantern chosen in the hope of avoiding probing questions? Unfortunately, Emet-Selch, you've found yourself paired off with the wrong young woman. Holding a blue lantern herself, Aerith peers at his choice with open curiosity in her expression; when he asks if she's ready to let them go, she tilts her head in his direction and purses her lips, a hint of sympathy in her expression. ]
Gold, huh. Is the lucky person here in the resort with you? Or someone you wanna get back home to...?
[ She glances down at her blue lantern, lit up bright with a wish for the wellbeing of her loved ones, both present and not. In her mind, it's more about their future, about safeguarding them—
Perhaps it's the same for him.
But... oh, he asked her a question, didn't he? After a moment, whether he answers her or not, Aerith will smile. ]
[ Waking up in an unknown location, stripped of his belongings and shoved into an admittedly satisfactory colored but woefully thin robe that unfortunately also flaunted about the words 'not enough' in bright colors on it? Perhaps not the most startling wake up he'd had over the years, but it certainly has him curious as to what his kidnapper had in store for them. ]
[ A fun house? Also not expected but very much entertaining all the same. Brant's grin is wide and his mind is bubbling with inspiration as he passes through room to room, taking an educational detour through the locale while looking for the exit. The room he's stopped in now, the reverse gravity room has his eyes widening in delight for a moment before letting out a bright laugh, unable to help but clap in appreciation as he taps at a floating chair. ]
What brilliant work! Why, it's almost tempting to stay and try to figure out the secrets behind such a masterpiece.
[ Someone actually having fun in the fun house? Might want to hurry past this robed weirdo before he notices your presence. Or before the gravity decides to shift- which happens to be right now. ]
II. SNACKS GALORE
[ After his reluctant escape from the funhouse and finding something decidedly less sheer to clothe himself in, the delectable smell of snacks does just the trick in luring over the unsuspecting captain to one of the food stalls. And though the warning given to every guest is meant to be just that- a warning, Brant takes it as delightful encouragement to try as much as he can. Sure, he's also hungry after all that exploration and mental note taking, but snacks with interesting effects to them? ]
[ Who could resist? Certainly not a man with a hungry curiosity for the unknown. ]
Want some?
[ Smiling eyes land on whoever happens to come up next to him at this particular food stall, his sizable order held in one hand as he offers a portion. Why wait, when there's some being offered? Or perhaps you're not the type to share with a stranger. ]
(( OOC NOTE: Feel free to pick which snack they share or RNG it for this prompt. ))
III. TWO KINDS OF NIGHT VIEWS
[ As was his nature, getting the highest view of the carnevale had been a matter of the highest order after sampling its snacks. And as he equally expected, the operators of the ferris wheel hadn't been particularly keen on letting him climb up the outside of the machine. Memorized lines about safety procedures had been firmly responded to every one of his offers, and even though he was sure he could sneak his way up there anyway, he didn't particularly wish to immediately cause trouble in a new environment. He could practically hear the voice of his first mate in warning. And so, properly riding the ride with a stranger had been the only way to move forward. ]
[ It'd been a dazzling view, one that Brant had taken in with bright eyes and smile, giving his partner a beaming look as they took in the view. But all too soon, they passed the peak and Brant readied himself to depart and perhaps ask someone else if he could join them... except they weren't let out on the first pass. Nor the second. And part-way through the third the announcement came in over the speaker, catching him off-guard with a startled look to his companion, which shifts to something apologetic almost immediately. ]
Oh I... I apologize, my dear guest. I hadn't been aware there was such a cost for the ride.
[ As if he were somehow responsible for all of this mess. Or mess to come, as it were. ]
IV. CENTER STAGE CLOWN
[ Amidst the individuals forced into clownwear, there is one very bright and cheerful clown who seemed... happy to be there? Happy to begin juggling balls, perform small plays, engage in acrobatics that always seem to end with a bright purple flair. And he's not at all shy in catching the eyes of guests as they go by, giving them a playful wink or inviting them over to be a part of his next act or stunt. ]
[ Surely you wouldn't tomato a man trying his best, would you? ]
[Sometimes, one wanted to be hiding in plain sight. These times when they get an influx of new people always felt like a good cover.
That, and it was nice to hide his image while gleefully enjoying things without his face and name attached.
Brant will hear clapping and find the clapping is coming from a woman smiling cheerfully. Still tall, though her more muscular frame was hidden under a ruffled shirt tucked into pants that hugged her body. Even under the ruffles, the obvious chest paired with form-fitting pants gave away a well form. Waves and curls of long, black hair was tied back with a ribbon and emerald eyes crinkled at the corners.] You're quite good at this. Do you perform these things regularly, monsieur?
[ Nope. Nope, nope, and nope. This is not Lu Guang's idea of a good time. This is reminding him of a nightmare that he once had. Running down a hallway of infinite doors, being chased. Grabbed at. Clawed at.
So excuse him as he leans against a wall, eyes closed. Breathing a little heavy with hands running through his hair. Lu Guang is the sort of guy that can wear a hat with cat ears and cat-themed pjs without even batting an eyelash. Being in a robe? Not even concerned about it, honestly. He can deal with that in a minute.
After he deals with the doors and the slight panic he feels seeing them. FAILING AGAIN is what will be written on his robe. ]
GAMBLES AND GAMES
a. gachapon
[ How he's managed to get one of those coins doesn't entirely matter at this point. Lu Guang is just turning it over in his fingers, "frowning" in thought. To be fair his idea of a frown is a slight downturn of the edges of his lips that he hides with a hand covering his mouth. It's not exactly that he doesn't think that they work. More like - ]
Too troublesome.
[ Meaning? He has every intention to toss it. Which he might've! In fact, Lu Guang has it resting on the tip of his thumb to toss. Problem? He's caught eyes with the person who happens to have the match. ]
b. lucky cats
[ "You look like a cat person!" says one of the sellers. Doesn't seem he's going to let Lu Guang just walk away. No, they are rather pushy to the point where it's just easier to comply. It means that Lu Guang will get through this sooner and just be on his way. Maybe to find a place that's quieter.
Good luck with that.
That's how he's found himself looking at a row of those cats, fingers to his chin in thought. "Pick the one that speaks to you!" is what he's told. ]
Maybe a little good luck isn't a bad idea.
[ Oh so he's going to take it seriously? ]
LANTERNS
[ Now he thinks this tradition is pretty mild compared to the rest of what he has witnessed here thusfar. It's something that Lu Guang thinks that he won't mind participating in. The problem here is that he can't quite choose which lantern to pick.
Blue? Green? ]
Does it work if the wish is meant for someone else?
[ Seems like someone is on Lu Guang's mind. He doesn't want anything for himself, really. Not even good health and fortune. There's only one person that he'd want that for. ]
WILDCARD
[ Man I am just yolo-ing over here. If there's nothing above that really strikes your fancy but you want to give Lu Guang a shot, feel free to just throw something up here and I'll roll with what you give me. If you'd rather talk about it first and have me set something up, go ahead and PM this account. Looking to just have a little bit of fun. ]
[ He'd been looking for a way out of the love tunnel and found himself in the fun house instead. he's not sure this is an improvement, actually. But spotting an unfamiliar young man leaning against a wall and breathing heavily, Sylvain pauses.
Okay, either he'd stumbled into one of the resort's games or that's a panic attack. Two things which Sylvain is intimately familiar with. Concerned in case it's the latter, he makes his way towards him, movements easy and pronounced so he doesn't startle him. ]
[ Henry's robe leaves little to the imagination even without the secret desires emblazoned on the material. But he has a knight and a blacksmith's physique, so it's not as though he's particularly embarrassed. What's more puzzling is how he's ended up here, what all of this is, the lights and sounds and people and technology...they are far, far beyond this simple medieval lad. ]
Ehm... Hello.
[ He's been pulled into a kissing booth immediately upon waking up. Kissing booths at least are not a completely foreign concept. It's just ... he didn't sign up for this. He tries his best to give a sweet or charming smile though to whomstever has stumbled upon his booth. ]
Sorry, I— I'm a bit out of sorts. You wanted a kiss?
[ If you get close enough, you can see something on his robe about how he really wants to take his noble lord for a tumble in the hay. He is but a simple man who lusts after his best friend and master. ]
Limited Edition Carnival Snacks
[ Food is something you oughtn't turn down, especially at festive times. Confused as he is, even Henry can appreciate that. And these are snacks that he has never seen the likes of before. ]
How do you choose one? They all look good.
[ If he could get one of everything he absolutely would. He settles with Hana Netsu-shu and a Banana Choco to start, though. The good cheer of the carnival is infectious, and he's only too eager to make some friends while he takes a big bite of that banana. It's not lewd on purpose but it's probably lewd. ]
Mmf. This is great!
Let Them Eat Ass
[ Dear Henry is selected from the crowd to step up onto the float to show off his ass. It is a very good ass! Well-trained in physical feats from riding horses to hauling heavy sacks to rolling around in the sheets (Henry is an equal opportunity lover after all, personal pinings aside. ) It's all been such a rush that he looks a bit flustered and winded as he's put up there to stand, a rose placed in his hand. ]
... Thank you? Thank you for liking my arse.
[ This is absurd but then... everything about this is. So without a care in the world (this is a lie), he tosses the flower right into the crowd. ]
The Dildo-Toss
[ Lastly, because he has a talent for getting elected for various tasks, Henry is strapped up on the board for people to throw dildos at. It somehow makes more sense than most of this place so far. At least there's not weird technology or blinding lights. It's just .... dicks. So many dicks. He can't help but laugh a bit. ]
Toss it easy, now. Don't want to be blinded by a wayward cock.
[ He is rooting for you though! Do your best and you will be a winner. ]
Wildcard, etc.
[ TDM top levels wear me out, man. There are so many options!! Feel free to come up with your own and slap it down here. I am open to most things. Shoot me a message if you have any questions beforehand! FTR, Henry is in his 20s and bisexual af. ]
Personally, I find myself quite doubtful that they intend for us to show restraint.
[The response may be to a relatively rhetorical question, but if one intends to network, one must simply act. Moreover, her surprise companion seems to move with an easy cheer, choosing his treats remarkably simply, she thinks.
And while she's not apt to put so much trust in the vague warning, there is a value in some of the... designs likely implying their effects. Naturally, she's thus avoided them—instead, she's opted for the simplicity of a single serving of katsubo senbei. Small, light, and easily set aside.
The carnival atmosphere is a welcome one too, even if it's far too lewd for her preference.]
That is good. I do hope the taste is worth whatever effect it produces.
[how one sounds so flippant yet so... warning is another matter entirely. At least being here without her reputation prevents it from sounding too sinister.]
( the last thing akito remembered distinctly was sharing a cup of tea with a man who was slowly becoming her friend, someone she was finally opening up to in her high rise apartment. he was a submissive to someone else and yet he was fond of her. she was an emotional wreck in spite of the comfort he offered but things were slowly turning in her favor it seemed. then as soon as she closed her eyes, she woke up in this strange place, the mirror maze, stripped of all of her clothes and the leather bracelet that marked her designation.
now she was on the cold hard floor, naked body covered by a large oversized and warm robe. it was better than the medical procedure she had to endure before but this still didn't seem right. so in a blurry haze she opened her eyes and looked up, seeing a figure looming before her. at first her expression was soft but soon it turned mercurial with a sneer as she rose up from the ground and walked back, covering her body as much as possible. )
W-What are you looking at?
( her voice was deep and masculine sounding, movements mirroring that of a man but it was there in her flustered state that she began to feel a hot and burning sensation within her and she spun around in a circle, the large oversize robe flying in the air. she finally saw in the numerous mirrors around her and the words that were imprinted onto the robe. every single one of those words violently screamed out all of her insecurities and fears without a hinge of remorse—
so many more words were littered in there that screamed this was an insecure person with a god-complex but with one fail swoop she began to stumble back, shaking her head. )
You don't know a single thing about me so don't you dare....don't you dare judge me.
— gachapon (fated mates token)
( life was a serious of choices made and whether those choices were the right ones, a simple decision could lead to a temporary moment of pleasure or an endless bout of suffering. whatever choice your character made to end up here and now next to akito as she played at the machines wearing her resort issued gown with all her insecurities printed on it, was left to be known.
what wasn't up in the air was that this particular machine happened to dispense a token for akito and the one next to it, a matching one for whoever had the misfortune of being there. as she opened up her prize and looked at it, her eyes rolled over to the person next to her; dark and taunt, she stared them down as the effects began to take over.
she was silent for now but it was clear that this once violent and tactless woman was on the hunt for the object of her new obsession. )
— fuck-ris wheel (nsfw option)
( after finally begging and throwing a tantrum at one of the staff members of the hotel about needing either a suit or a man's kimono to feel comfortable in, someone took pity on her and tossed her an old and worn-out suit. while it was a more modern fit, a gray dress shirt, vest, and slacks, it was good enough for her and it fit her well enough to hide any trace of her femineity. what wasn't good enough was avoiding all the activities here because while the staff had been kind enough to cave into her demand, they made it clear she was not on their good side.
having dealt with strict enforcements in the past, she decided it was best to swallow down her pride and rage and play along with all the other residents of the resort, even if the smell of cheap pastry foods made her nauseous. the fear of being punished again outweighed it all but what mattered the most was picking something that showed she was behaving and complying, but didn't put too much strain on her. the ferris wheel seemed like a decent enough option so off she went, walking towards it with her hands in her pocket and with a rather annoyed expression on her face.
that expression only became more annoyed when she got in and was told someone else had to join in, that she couldn't go alone, but instead of looking at whoever had the misfortune of joining her, she looked off to the side.
it wasn't until that special announcement that she finally turned to face them, teeth sinking into her lower lip as she sighed. )
Of course....why did I expect this to be a simple ride. Alright listen up, I'm going to make you orgasm and you can't fight me on this.
( clearly the god was determined. )
— network post
un: masterof12 so....
no one is wearing collars or bracelets? am I not in that strange world anymore?
I was rudely taken from my home, dumped in some place where I was made a 'dominant' then brought here. this is ridiculous.
what year were you born in? the year of the dog, bull, etc. this is important for me to know.
— wildcard wildcard + IMPORTANT character info
( ooc | I am bringing in akito with crau from duplicity - tldr; akito has chilled out significantly because she was a dominant there and punished severely due to her actions. regarding her gender, she is still very much so skirting around referring to herself as a woman, using she/her pronouns for herself but due to the outcome of her canon, I am using she/her pronouns in tags. characters are welcome to figure out she is a female, but she will be doing her best to avoid that info coming out via engaging in anonymous sex or oral sex/non-penetrative sex on her end. if none of these prompts work for you or you'd like to do something different, feel free to hit me with a wildcard or contact me via dm for a closed starter. open to f/m, f/f for her. kinklist | info | permissions/opt-out )
[ Futo debates asking about the first two things, but then she gets sidetracked trying to do some mental math. Damn, what is her zodiac sign? The calendar's shifted some since the 600s.
And also it takes her like half an hour to figure out how to even use the keyboard function but shhhh. ]
Why dost thou ask of the calendar? Art thou an onmyouji?
Soyeo Cheon [Nyeonbi Cheon] | A Martial Arts Master Wakes Up As A Concubine | New player
[Nyeonbi wanders her way into the fairground much like she does anywhere she goes when she's in a good mood, humming a tune and swinging her arms. She's trying to keep up the appearance of a delicate concubine after all. Sure she has no clue where the hell she is but who knows if this is somewhere where someone might recognize Soyeo as one of the Emperor's concubines.
... Okay so a concubine in the red light district wearing a sheer robe and little else shouldn't be a thing and she sure shouldn't be recognized but maybe Soyeo was a real wild child? Yeah that's it.
So when she gets called over to the kissing booths Nyeonbi just assumes they either must be selling a service or know Soyeo somehow.
Aaaand that's the story of how someone will end up staring at Soyeo as she blinks back at them, quirking a brow up at them. A stray beam of light highlights the words "SIZE QUEEN" on her robe.]
Yeah?
[... NO, WAIT. She's running this booth! That's not how a worker should act! Best to blend in, mhm. She bows slightly.]
Welcome to our booth oh venerable customer!
[II] BANANA FANA FO FANA FE FI FO FAHANAH;
[Now THIS is what Nyeonbi is talking about! Sweets as far as the eye can see! And she doesn't have to ask the Emperor for them or write stupid love letters!
By the time she runs into anyone else Nyeonbi has absolutely been wrecking this place. She's got one of those chocolate-covered bananas between each finger on her left hand, one of the enmusubi dangos between each finger of her right hand and it's obvious by the line of cream still on her upper lip like a mustache that she's been throwing back the honne amazake too.
She's seconds away from colliding with some poor soul before she side steps them like they never existed, far too smoothly to be normal or natural, all while she deepthroats the hell out of one of the bananas. Literally the entire thing in her mouth down to her hand and then clean off the stick when she pulls back.]
[III] WHAT ASS-ETRY IS THIS;
[Ideal juicy asses, you say? Ass Royalty, you say? Nyeonbi is somehow standing amongst the crowd looking far too smug as the float begins to make it's way by. Naturally any second now they'll come looking for her! After all Soyeo's body might have thin pencil arms but her figure is fantastic.
Then the leaders of the parade just pass her by. Maybe one of the others?
... No, they pass her by too. Nyeonbi's face slowly shifts from smug assuredness to keen displeasure.]
Did they just miss seeing it? That has to be it.
[Right? Her head whips around to stare daggers at whoever is closest to her.]
My ass is amazing, isn't it?! ISN'T IT?!
[IV] GETTING ALL GACHAPON YOUR FATE;
[Nyeonbi purses out her lips as she eyeballs the gachapon in her hand. Most of them looked to be little figurines of some sort or unique looking objects she couldn't quite figure out. She'd been hoping for one of those honestly and looks mildly disappointed over this token of hers.
Eventually she holds it up between forefinger and thumb, squinting an eye shut as she studies the emblem on the token.]
... A dragon?
[V] WILDCARD;
[Nyeonbi Cheon was isekai'd into the body of Soyeo Cheon so while she might introduce herself as Soyeo she often thinks of herself as Nyeonbi. And sometimes she trips over that too. She's a meathead, I'm voicetesting and basically here to make someone's like a stupid (potentially sexy) hell. If none of these prompts work then hit me up with anything you like.]
(see, her first customer is a confused teenager. mitsuki had been wandering around the tunnel of love for a decent amount of time, she hasn't noticed the neon words floating behind her that glow on the word acceptance like a spotlight. her own robe isn't too bad. the neon green and glowing skulls decorating it aside, but mitsuki dislikes how short it is.
by now she had been paused around the booths, she could read the words on them clearly. kissing booths? the heck is this? if this is a prank, she doesn't find it funny. did her uncle do this? second thought, joe wouldn't have the means. neither would kanna, aya especially would not. which leaves this as being some strange dream or worse than a dream. a new reality where she finds herself more anxious than ever.
at first, she was going to say something about being a customer. is she really one? but then, she spots the letters in bold neon coming off this woman's robe.)
....what's a size queen?
(....yeah, did i mention she's a virgin and innocent?)
[ If Yugamu had a yen for every time he'd woken up somewhere unfamiliar with little warning, he'd certainly have...two yen. which is not very much, but not exactly ideal for someone of his particular occupation.
This place is both more alarming and arguably more interesting, however. The explanation is a little lackluster, but what can you do? Besides, he's not exactly alone, so it's clearly a shared experience.
Speaking of...
Whether his fellow kidnappee wakes up in a graciously normal position or a, well, compromised one (much to his jealousy), the first thing they have the misfortune of seeing when they come to is a face full of Yugamu himself. ]
Hey, how it's going? [ His smile is wide, his eyes lidded, and clawed hands miraculously to himself, if not full. Don't worry about the ball gag he's got, it's not important. ] Time to get up, cutie. Unless you feel like sleeping some more, of course....
[ Is this threatening? It might be threatening. ]
≫ say aaah.
[ Carnival food is not what would normally be on his list of things to try, circumstances notwithstanding. If anything, he spends a while being impressed they've gone through the trouble of actually labelling their weird sex drugs; there's a certain thrill in playing roulette. The consent thing is nice, at least.
It doesn't mean he isn't taking this all with a grain of salt. He's observant, and while the warnings are there, the list of obvious effects are not. It has him so morbidly, horribly curious...enough that after a while of watching and waiting, he opts to cheerfully sit beside whoever he locks onto first, clawed hands offering some manner of effect-laden snack maybe a little too closely. Hey, buddy. ]
You look a bit tuckered out. Care for a pick-me-up?
[ See, he even has one himself! Very trustworthy! And very, uh...scantily clad, because he sure hasn't ditched that dubiously short and rather sheer robe he woke up with. Better priorities, you understand. ]
≫ aim low.
[ Are you struggling with your ring toss? Find your hands too wobbly for those darts? Maybe those bean bags are just not flopping the way you want them, careening somewhere else with a sad little splat. Either way, you're not having a great time right now.
Whether it's this or that, when a hand is raised for another go, a different one with a particularly sharp set of claws on it will casually wrap around the offending wrist. ]
You're cute when you struggle so much— [ The tone is almost sultry, punctuated by a soft laugh. ] But how about trying it like this?
[ And he'll bend that hand like so, tucking the thumb just a bit more, before letting go....provided he doesn't get a wayward fist thrown at him, that is. He'd be fine with that. ]
≫ round and round.
[ For what it's worth, he doesn't seem particularly surprised about being stuck. After all, you don't get to watch the Ferris Wheel go round so many times without somewhat picking up what they're throwing down.
Either way, he's been particularly well-behaved thus far, staring out the window and taking in the view or offering his seat-mate a particularly wide grin. It's only when the announcement rings through that he seems to finally look up, cocking his head to the side. ]
Oh, dear. It seems we've found ourselves in some deep water, huh. [ The sigh is a bit dramatic, but his face is...pink?? And his hands are kind of already at the flimsy strings holding his robes, whatever faux attempt at being concerned he's got going on shot down by the sudden breathless quality in his voice. ] If it's being demanded of us, I guess I've got no choice...!
[ Maybe he'd sound more hesitant if he wasn't already making an attempt at undressing. ]
≫ wildcard.
[ yugamu is 17, and does prefer people in his general agegroup, but give or take a few years doesn't bother him. he will be his uncensored self and offer his grotesque services to just about anybody, but he won't take offence to being turned down. if there's anything you'd like to do or discuss, feel free to pm me here or at lupical. or just straight up hit me with whatever strikes you, i don't mind. i've yet to make a proper kinklist, but i can assure you he's into just about...everything under the sun, especially in gory aspects. his limits are few and his kinks are many.
a note that he is unrepentantly into guts, gore, and irresponsible use of medical equipment among other things, and does not hide this. ]
Edited (had to go freakier) 2025-07-16 06:12 (UTC)
( when one spends longer than a calendar year as a “guest” of the Golden Peacock, they begin to grow accustomed to its patterns. they cycle, ebbing and flowing, recurring with similar themes based on the projected time of year. now that “summer” is in full swing (a simulation of it, given that even the “outdoors” portions of the resort were artificial), it’s really of no surprise to makoto that another festival has found its way onto the schedule, though this carnival theming was at least a bit novel. really, events like this aren’t really his thing. he hadn’t really had any fondness or appreciation for going to fairs, festivals, or carnivals when he’d been alive, and he hadn’t really developed any after his mortal death. what he has learned, however, is that there are occasionally prizes worth winning at these game booths. he’d spent quite a few chips last year winning snacks reminiscent of those that he’d been fond of at home—perhaps the only real thing he missed from his original, mortal life, so it had been worth stocking up.
unfortunately, the prizes on offer are not quite the same. fortunately, there are offerings among the stuffies and plushies that catch makoto’s eye—enough so that they cause his heart to stammer for just a moment with surprise and excitement. so, here he is, trying his hand at the games, more than willing to spend more chips than he probably should because, for once, he’s feeling a bit catered to.
desire and drive don’t always alchemically transmute into success, however—if that were the case, makoto’s existence might’ve been a lot less pathetic and tragic than it has been. the name of the game right now is darts, and he’s improving, but he hasn’t quite been able to land the bullseyes necessary to get his hands on some winnings.
for all of his weaknesses and shortcomings, though, makoto is not a quitter. he raises another dart to eye level, taking careful aim—
only to have his wrist caught in someone’s grasp. he jumps several inches, the particular sensation of claws digging ever-so-slightly into skin familiar… but not necessarily in a happy way. )
Wh—What the hell are you—
( the string of annoyance falls apart on its way out of his mouth when he picks up on what the guy is saying. the young demon’s death-pale skin flushes pink with embarrassment before anger overtakes it. for a long, precipitous second, the mental image of stabbing the dart in his hand deep into the guy’s eye paints itself vividly against the walls of his mind. but the stranger has thrown the dart before he can say or do anything further, and makoto can’t help but look for the results.
well. they were a hell of a lot better than what he’d been accomplishing a moment before. he goes still and quiet, shame and pragmatism waging war inside of him. he does, at the very least, wrench his hand free from the other’s grasp. )
…Do it again. ( slowly, his gaze returns sidelong to the stranger—his irises pale and oddly metallic, set against blood-red sclera. ) That could’ve just been a fluke.
a. [ she shouldn't have come here. but her unending curiosity has overridden her inner compass, and she only has herself to blame once she steps into a hall of self-portraits of herself. normally she would've commented that this was all too freaky, but upon taking a closer look at some of these portraits, she's completely frozen in place as the realization dawns on her.
seems that yi sang's mirror has reached the unreachable. or something. that's the only explanation she has, because why is she staring at all the Identities she has so far on display right now?
either way, she'll be stunlocked into place, utterly speechless until someone else breaks the silence. anyone is welcome to meet her various selves in other universes: a maid cleaning up the riffraff with sharp knives and a broom, a knight protecting a client with a giant sword, one world where she's just covered in slime (don't ask... unless?), a captain of a certain yakuza donning a very familiar set of tattoos while polishing an bloodied blade -- there's even one portrait where she's chinese for some reason.
but what's even more galling is the portrait she's standing in front of right now, one that resembles a certain obsessive captain at home, smoking that familiar pipe with a scheming smile and wielding a certain gaslit harpoon behind her. her gaze is stone-cold as her knuckles curl up into fists at both her sides, as if she has every intent to punch her very reflection if she has to. and, well, that's probably bad, yes? ]
b. [ at least this other hall is less harrowing on her, but no less embarrassing on her part. seems like this world really likes her short hair, because there's a portion of the wall that displayed her in her office lady fit from the good ol' days, and another one when she was still a sailor, though this time the portrait is portraying her with an awkward catlike smile and a slight blush on her cheeks.
certainly nothing like the current ishmael at all, who will be scowling at anyone who's caught staring at these pictures for too long. ]
...What? Do you like me with short hair that much?
[ answer quickly. ]
yukata game (nsfw optional)
[ out of all the games at the onsen, the yukata game seems simple enough on paper. well, simple enough for ishmael because she can be rather line-faced for her own good sometimes, but that's up to her partner for this game on how they'll navigate through this game tbh.
also she's wearing such a cute obi with her yukata today. it'd be terrible if it gets taken off during this game, right...??? ]
Just so you know, flirtations and the like barely work on me. So you'll have to think of a better ice-breaker than the one you already have on hand.
[ she says coolly, crossing her arms together. she is still human who is capable of smiling and laughing though -- just need to thaw that ice around her. ]
center stage entertainment
[ all circuses have to have a night parade!! and unfortunately, due to her woefully low rank, ishmael is forced to join in the festivities as a clown princess to entertain the masses. because this is what the coulrophobia warning in limbus's long list of cw's is coming to, obviously--
ahem. at least the costume looks nice? but ishmael's dour expression is anything but, with her patience wearing thin the more she has to twirl and prance among the onlookers while wearing a huge smile on her face like a fucking idiot, and at some point, she's had enough. she'd played these games before, goddammit! and she sympathizes with those bloodfiends at the parade, she really does.
well, nobody can blame her for snapping. especially when someone from the crowd just thrown her a couple of tomatoes for her paltry attempt at juggling while walking among the crowd. she does neatly catch the tomato before it ruins her performance, earning some ooh's and ahh's, from the audience, but then she starts twirling around in place as if to charge herself before throwing back the tomato with full force.
of course, anyone with an ace or 2-rank are free to stop her... or not. everyone else however is fair game and she will not be sorry for that. maybe. it really depends on who it is, whoops. ]
wildcard
[ hmu if you want something else! unlike the previous tdm, i wish to get some gen threads rolling this time in hopes of deepening/expanding her cr! i won't say no to smut if the thread is going there though, so give me a heads up if it ever does! check out her permissions and opt-out because some of these are gonna be lore-heavy and. yeah. ]
[When Clara had stepped into the place, she had not been prepared for the psychological warfare. She is drawn to other people's portraits to avoid making eye contact with any that may resemble herself. In between the faces of half-remembered acquaintances are her own attempts to be palatable to others. She nearly runs from one with a crooked picture frame with a dark-haired woman trying so hard to be beautiful enough, obedient enough, and it will all be for nothing.]
[And perhaps that's why the image of Ishmael in her sailor's gear holds her attention so much. Her eyes are drawn to the frayed and split ends. The long, sturdy looking apron hides her shape. And, well, Clara can only hope she is happy.]
[As opposed to the Ishmael right here who has caught her staring. Whoops. Clara briefly fumbles, reaching for a pen before remembering her Watch is the more convenient tool. Her fingers glance across the digital keys to type out a short response:]
Yes. [the emotionless text-to-speech reads off,] It is cute.
[That's a lot simpler answer than trying to explain how the hard-working butch look might be awakening something in her.]
[Among the sweet scents of the carnival games, Aak has commandeered one of the booths for himself. The suggested price was a flirty compliment but it seems the little Feline has other ideas about what to accept. He's scribbled a list of prices on a board, next to a quick doodle of himself.]
[And if you look very closely at the bottom there's an additional note, as small as he could write it: Not Responsible For Any Scratches Obtained During Services By Using This Service You Opt In to Medicinal Updates and Opportunities From Aak]
C'mon, you're curious, right? [The Feline himself is dressed up for the festivities, wearing a orange silk top with golden accents. His earrings are the normal gold clips but he's gotten some new golden bracelets that jangle when he waves customers over.]
II. Game Booths
[If the games here are anything like festivals back home then they're small business. Fun for a bit, maybe, but just a money sink and something to entertain simpletons. He's happy to look through the crowds for any rubes that might taste the specialty foods but otherwise he intends to just wa-]
[the plush claim another victim]
[So Aak, despite claiming to be above it all and dressed stylishly for the occasion, has an armful of small plush dolls. He was mainly aiming for the people he knew, of course, with the excuse that he'd make fun of them later. The collectors instinct starts to weigh on him, though, so by the time another character stumbles upon him he might have ended up with a few strangers- or even plush of the newcomers!]
[They rotate throughout the night but you might also catch him with, like, four Rin plush. Don't worry about it.]
III. Lucky Cat Feline
[Cat spirits that bring luck, huh?... Aak finds the whole idea pretty silly, really. However, enough people are buying into it that he's willing to play it up to get some stuff out of it.]
Nyalo! [It's time to play up his natural features and cuteness.]
You didn't buy one of those little trashy relics, didja? [it's fine, his pitch can continue whether someone did or not]
There's an actual cat here with plenty of accumulated fortune! All you have to do is give me a simple offering! I bet a snack for me costs less than that cat...
[To wildcards who may not have furries in their world, he certainly looks like something special. He's furred from the tips of his ears down to his feet! Sure, maybe a spiritual luck cat wouldn't wear sick sneakers but what do you really know about lucky cats. To anyone with spiritual sense, though, he's a complete dud. He's as human as can be, despite his appearance.]
IV. Wildcard
[If none of the prompts above interest you or if you have another idea, please feel free to make your own or PM this journal! Aak is ~20 based on his time in game and a full furry with furry junk. I'm open to partners of any age or gender for him and he's very open to noncommittal sexual encounters. As such, if you want gen only please let me know and I'll stop him from making any offers.]
[Reno eyes the small self portrait, chuckling with amusement as he compares it to the real deal, staring at him from behind the kissing booth. Simple kisses aren't his thing, normally, but he got curious, and as he starts reading the offers on display, his eyebrow raises a little.]
Anyone asked for the R-rated one yet, or would I be the first?~
[ Even Xia Fei's confidence can barely take the pink Gepard print robe with DON'T BULLY ME written in neon in the lower back, but at least he hasn't noticed the latter yet. It might be for the best, honestly—he'd rather not go back to the early days of his modeling career, but he might have no choice.
For now, his attention is focused on something else entirely. The intricate portraits are breathtakingly beautiful, even though he doesn't consider himself an art connoisseur. Some of them are dazzling, but in such a wicked way, that it makes it nearly impossible to look away, let alone leave the room.
At some point, he notices an portrait of himself which is quite puzzling to him. Xia Fei doesn't remember having a photoshoot like that at all. After the first surprise wears off, his eyes dart to the portrait next to his own that belongs to a person who had entered the room earlier. ]
You look quite dashing. Have you really done that?
[ Inquiring minds want to know what went down there. ]
2. spin-the-dare wheel
This should be fun... would you like to go first or shall I?
[ Xia Fei is standing in front of a spinning wheel with a plethora of fields the spinner might land on.
A. If he's the one to spin first, the machine will spit out a big, colorful feather as the field the arrow is pointing at is feather teasing.
B. However, he'll gladly let his partner spin first, and he won't shy away from any challenge, nsfw included. ]
3. goldfish catch
[ Hearing the I'D BURY MY FACE IN THAT ASS line shouted with his own voice sure is an experience for Xia Fei, who just freezes on the spot and covers his mouth. He's not the one who said that, but then, who did...?! ]
Actually, I think we should date first... before other things happen.
[ He offers an apologetic smile, but it's not the last time he and the other person will hear from the goldfish as it spews another line: I WANT THEM BUBBLY CHEEKS. This time around, Xia Fei realizes who the culprit is and holds up the bag with the goldfish, a little flustered. ]
I promise I haven't taught it that...!
4.dazzling lanterns
[ After getting a blue lantern and writing his wish on it—he's been informed by the merchant that it's not necessary to write it in the first place, as long as he wishes for it from the bottom of his heart—but it's so important to him that he'd rather go overboard than half-ass it. The letters he wrote are fairly small, but still noticeable, and the wish says: LET ME SEE BOSS ONE MORE TIME.
He'd approach anyone without a lantern with a bright smile. He'd rather have company for this for some reason. ]
Would you like to join me? I'll get you a nice discount if you'd like a lantern.
5. fuck-ris wheel
Oh.
[ The annoucement has just ended and Xia Fei lets out a deep sigh. It turns into a sheepish smile shortly after, his gaze locked on the sights that can be seen through the window. ]
The view is nice, so there's no rush... [ He clears his throat, slowly turning to the other person trapped here with him. ] I can do it for you if you'd like. I mean, you might be in a rush or something, right...
wildcard
[ If you'd like to do anything else, I'm down. No prior plotting needed, but if you'd like to hash things out, feel free to pm this journal. Xia Fei is 21yo and ota, if it becomes relevant his canon point is post Bridon arc. ]
[ oushi is struck, at first, by the pair of golden eyes that snag his gaze when they happen to meet accidentally across the way. even after a handful of months ripped away from the mundanity of his home world and plunged into the otherworldly exceptions of everybody else around him, he still finds himself stalling over (to him) unnatural features. one would think he'd get used to it by now.
(what he has gotten used to? the tingly feeling of that pesky love rash spreading across his cheeks, up along the bridge of his nose. pay it no mind, xia fei; oushi himself is definitely trying to pretend they don't exist.)
when the other's words eventually process, reflex has a refusal readied on his tongue, but then he makes the mistake of actually glancing down at that lantern, and catching sight of the words meticulously penned against the delicate paper. a moment passes, wherein he pushes out a brief breath, and he looks back up at the other with an air of resolved resignation. ]
Yeah, sure.
[ he slips his hands into his pockets, shoulders shrugging up to ward off the evening chill creeping under the collar of his hoodie. ]
Where d'you wanna release it?
Edited (sorry i forgot a thing) 2025-07-16 15:03 (UTC)
[ For a guy who hadn't given too much thought to his own kinks, he's sure having them out on full display now for everyone to see, given what he's wearing. Noé remains blissfully unaware of what's on the strange robe he's wearing, more concerned with how sheer they are and how cold he feels, to say nothing of how worried he is about the situation at hand. Waking up in an unfamiliar landscape is one thing, but being placed in a kissing booth is an entirely different story. It's one that he doesn't really want to see the ending to but he's here nevertheless.
Noé is flustered when someone approaches, even if it's just out of curiosity, and he places a hand on his face to try and hide the blush behind it. He's still confused from his sudden arrival, which is why he hasn't exactly moved out of this space yet.
Sorry, I-I'm really not sure why I've been placed here. I've never kissed anyone before... [ Oh, he should probably gather his bearings and move out of the way, shouldn't he? ] I can move if you'd like to take my spot. I don't think I'd be very good at it.
[ For a number of reasons, really: nerves, inexperience, and...fangs. ]
CRUSH ROOM - WHEEL
[ The Spin-the-Dare Wheel might be a little gentler, though the options on it are pretty risqué and he's not sure if he's prepared for any of those, either. Upon closer inspection, he finally starts to realize what sort of place he's found himself in. ]
"Rate the other person's attractiveness"... [ On a scale of 1-10, that is. ] ...Oh. I see.
[ He understands now. He awkwardly rubs the back of his head, looks to the other person at the wheel with him. There are some tamer options on here that he can live with, but knowing his luck, he'll end up with something spicy...oh well. ]
Did you want to give it a try?
CARNIVAL SNACKS
[ The food stalls are of intrigue even if Noé doesn't quite have an appetite right now, specifically the Banana Choco. Sweets are his kryptonite and he gravitates towards the stall. He receives a warning about something potentially happening after he consumes it, and despite his questions - what will happen? Is it bad? It isn't anything dangerous, right? - he gets pretty vague answers and only a bit of reassurance that nothing bad will come from consuming these desserts.
Oh, well. He's sure he'd be scolded for trying these if he were back home, but they look so good that he's tempted to take some bites. ... So he does. His eyes sparkle as he swallows. ]
It's so delicious! [ And he'll keep eating and eating, and if someone seems curious at all, he'll point to his half-eaten snack with a smile on his face. ] You should give it a try, it's so good!
[ To say nothing of how he's looking at the person's lips instead of meeting their gaze directly. ]
LAFOUFOU CRAZE
[ Noé is unfamiliar with the concept of gachapon, but from what he can garner, you turn the knob in hopes that something you like will come out of this strange contraption. The one he's looking at in particular is advertising "Lafoufous". They're posed in all kinds of strange ways, and that "Giant Ass" one in particular is perplexing. He understands that this place in general seems to love and revolve around sex, but why does it look like that. He's squinting. To his right is another Lafoufou machine which people are in line for a shot. He looks over at the line and tries to understand what the appeal is, but he just can't. ]
This is what people like here? Alright, well, let's see... [ He's not trying to be judgmental. Okay, maybe he is a little, but he's also trying to see why people are flocking to grab one of these. Huh. Well, he's here now, so he decides to reach out and turn the dial. There's a guest standing behind him, though, who keeps peering at whatever Noé's winning from behind him.
Out comes...a regular rarity Lafoufou! He starts to take it out of the capsule, and that guest who's spectating seems very interested in what's inside. ] Oh, it's actually cuter than I thought it'd be!
WILDCARD
[ New player here! Feel free to tag me with a different prompt, or you can shoot me a pm if you'd like to discuss. As an fyi, Noé is 19 years old. Kinklist for reference, you can find any of the kinks in "faves" on his robe. Any gender and 17+ for anything smutty. Gen is totally fine with me too. Not sure if I'm applying just yet, but I wanted to give the tdm a try anyway! ]
[ The only good thing about the robes is that it's easier to figure out who's a new arrival and who isn't. The positives end here in most cases, though. Xia Fei can't even fathom how strange it must feel not only to arrive here out of the blue wearing a revealing piece of clothing, but also having to kiss people in a kissing booth when you haven't done that ever before. ]
Hey, don't apologize. [ Xia Fei frowns and looks around. The booth isn't supervised, so... ] How about one kiss and then I'll kidnap you? Just so they can't accuse you of doing nothing...!
[ He wouldn't be opposed to take Noé's place, but his hunch is telling him that he shouldn't leave this guy alone. ]
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