【 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. 】
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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?
cipher | honkai: star rail | new character, current player
[ 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. ]
(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. )
Edited 2025-07-16 06:59 (UTC)
Hibiki Kuze | Devil Survivor 2: Record Breaker | new player/character
[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!))
Gold Ship | Umamusume Pretty Derby | Returning Player
[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.]
[ 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. ]
[ 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 ))
[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]
[ 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.
[ The sleeves were quite dire, you see. ]
Vincent Valentine | Final Fantasy VII Rebirth | Returning Player
[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. )
Sciel ⏾ Clair Obscur: Expedition 33 ⏾ New character, current player
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! )
[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.]
thancred waters | ffxiv | new character, current player
[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!]
[ He’s been awake again for enough of a day that he’s picked up on the fact that time has passed. Even though he could clearly remember yesterday - or what he still thinks of as yesterday - he knows he’s lost more than a mere few hours. He’s seen this happen to others in his time here, but it’s never happened to him. Not as far as he knew. And it was still a shock, coming face to face with the changes that felt so out of place. Or just reminded him that maybe he was out of place.
His name, though… No, the breeze carries that to him clearly and his head comes around quickly to fasten his gaze on a familiar face. One that has him freezing as he takes in the emotion on his face and the tears in his eyes. ]
Oli, [ he breathes out, his voice soft and warm. Carefully, not ready to release it yet, he sets his lantern down beside the pond, if only to free his hands.
And then he’s closing the space between them, wrapping his arms around the priest and dragging him into a tight hug. ]
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