TDM 12

[goldmods]

【 Thank you for choosing the Golden Peacock, 5-star resort and casino. You are currently registered as a WILDCARD in our system.

As a token of appreciation to all of our guests, the house and resort have worked in collaboration with the all powerful system that transmigrates souls between worlds to bring you a special excursion! All are invited to participate in our limited time event, Tits out! A Sex Dungeon! where guests can shop, craft, adventure, treasure hunt, and battle.

During this event, sexual encounters with WILDCARD guests are worth double the payout, so please keep an eye out for our new arrivals! Other supplies, such as typically banned weapons, are also available.

We appreciate our low rank guests temporarily adjusting their living quarters to accommodate this delightful experience. Extra thanks to you for your generosity! 】

WINDING MARKET

A ROOKERY COMES SPRAWLING

A CHARMING MARKET

► The Rookery floods the main lobby and begins construction on the eve of November 15th. This wandering group of merchants has decided to set up shop! From November 15th through January 1st, the Rookery will be operating a marketplace on the ground floor of the Golden Peacock. This marketplace operates at all hours and does not close.

► This once luxurious lobby has transformed into a rustic market. Wooden shops line the walls where eager merchants promote their wares. These little stores are stocked with handcrafted goods, specialty products, and artisanal treats. Unlike general Golden Peacock establishments, shops in the marketplace are willing to haggle and trade.

► Not all of these booths are occupied. Guests interested in selling their crafts or services are welcome to open up shop. The merchants of the Rookery will also hire resort guests looking for work.

CEDAR AND PINE

► This simple marketplace embraces small town charm. The scents of wood and pine meld with freshly baked bread and leather. The echo of a blacksmith striking metal resounds through chatter and laughter. Shopkeepers call and wave from their booths to lure in potential customers.

► Weather simulation has been introduced to the first floor. Snow falls from an artificial sky dotted with lights. This snow looks, feels, and tastes like the real thing. The temperature correspondingly drops to a brisk chill, so bundle up!

► Merchants decorate their shops with winding ribbons, baubles, and bells at the beginning of December. A massive pine tree graces the central square and patrons are invited to decorate it with sparkling ornaments.

Rumor of a gifting tradition spreads, with merchants jumping on board to offer gift wrap with every sale. If you don't give someone you care about a thoughtful present then you must not really like them at all!

SPECIALTY SHOPS

LIMITED TIME WARES

PREPARE FOR DUNGONEERING

► One of the biggest stores in the marketplace is the armorer's shop. It isn't safe to go adventuring in an unexplored dungeon without protection! Come one, come all. The best armor in town is here. The marketeers in the armorer's shop swear their supplies are the best in the business. Well-crafted! Quality materials! Enchanted to ward off the elements!

All available armor is extremely slutty. Every piece has been styled to emphasize the wearer's assets and barely covers anything. Tight, sexy, and functional. Isn't it a win/win for all? Let those tits battle and breathe!

► Guests that follow the sound of clanging metal will find the blacksmith. The front of the shop offers a basic selection of knives, swords, and shields for purchase. While the quality of these weapons is mediocre at best, guests may not want to pass up the opportunity to purchase a weapon while the house is allowing it.

Weapon aficionados may meet with the blacksmith to discuss enhancing the current selection. Special materials can be found in dungeon chests or collected from monsters to improve weapon quality. Guests willing to collect these materials and have the chips to spare can commission superior products.

► Several leather shops are competing for business. One specializes in enchanted leather pouches, another focuses on offering high quality boots. Leather journals make beautiful gifts. What lasts longer than leather clothing? Nothing! Or how about a leather hair accessory for that person with long, flowing locks?

Those browsing through these many leather shops best keep their wits about them. Not all of them are selling real leather! Some greedy merchants are trying to pass off plastic junk as the real thing. A few bold charlatans willing to lie about enchantments to customers that appear uneducated about magic. Do your best to not get swindled!

DRIED AND BAKED SUNDRIES

► The dried goods shop is the most popular amongst adventurers. Those preparing to head down into the dungeon can't leave without supplies, after all! One can find a broad selection of jellies, jams, preserves, cheese, jerky, nuts, and seeds. While they aren't the tastiest, they'll survive for several days in a backpack, which is exactly what every adventurer needs!

► The universe-renowned baking mogul, Mama Brot, has opened a shop selling her famous pretzels. These soft pretzels, nicknamed breastzels, come in both sweet and savory variations. They are deliciously plush and melt in the mouth. It's said that one bite of one of her pillowy breastzels will send you straight to heaven. Dessert and bread connoisseurs cannot miss out!

Guests eager to get their hands on some of Mama Brot's breastzels have their work cut out for them. The shops restocks with fresh breastzels every morning, but the line to purchase starts queuing two hours beforehand. Supply runs out quickly every time Mama Brot decides to whip up a new batch. Good luck!

► Small bakeries peppering throughout the marketplace kick off December with a flurry of decorated cookies. Guests will find cookies and biscuits cut into different shapes, painted with icing, smeared with jam, and drizzled with chocolate. Hot chocolate booths also pop up, their baristas encouraging guests to gather and enjoy the snow by the center market tree with a cozy drink.

JOBS & QUESTS

A MAKESHIFT TAVERN

CALLING ALL ADVENTURERS: A SLAYER QUEST AWAITS!
Are you looking to make big coin? Do you have the strength and endurance to take on the dungeon? Then we want YOU to join our guild's quest to sLay!

The dungeon is teeming with sexy monsters that need sLaying. All you need to do to sLay is to fuck them real good! Once satisfied, these sexy monsters may drop quality loot. Join in the hunt to sLay and consolidate drops with our guild! We're happy to make trades or buy.

Yaaassss sLay all day!

JOB POSTING ONE! BIG PAYOUT FOR EASY WORK!

I am a pharmacist looking for some brave adventurers willing to go down into the dungeon and collect dongle flower milk for me. I need at least 10 bottles! This is an important ingredient in one of my popular prescriptions. I am not athletic enough to go get it myself and my supplies are running low.

Please deliver all dongle flower milk to the medical shop in the northwest corner of the market. Please note, I need FULL bottles. Do not skimp or I won't pay!

JOB POSTING TWO! HELP A WOMAN'S GROWING BUSINESS!

I am a young lady looking to expand my make-up business. I heard rumors that there's water in the dungeon that could make an AMAZING base for make-up products. But it sounds like it's super scary in there and I don't want to go. Please, someone, help!

You can bring all bottles of dungeon water to the make-up booth in the southeast corner of the market. I'm willing to pay in chips or trade some of my current products. My face masks and nail polishes are really good!

JOB POSTING THREE! PLEASE DON'T ASK WHY!

Hello. I need many dungeon slime cores, so I am looking for everyone and anyone willing to go slime hunting and gather some for me. We can negotiate pay based upon the number of slime cores brought. Do not inquire what the slimes or their cores are needed for.

Please bring all slime and slime core deliveries to back door of the Dried and Baked Sundries shop. Thank you!

JOB POSTING FOUR! I WANT COLLECTABLES!

If you're going into the dungeon, I want collectables. If you find that fabled treasure room, bring me back something cool and shiny. I'm willing to pay good money! I don't care what it is as long as it's hard to get and I can brag to my friends about it.

You can find me drinking in the tavern. I'll be wearing expensive velvet and a tiny hat with a feather.

PULL UP A CHAIR

► As a watering hole for adventurers looking for a place to kick back and relax with a hot beer, the tavern is a hot spot at all hours. Crude and sticky, there's never a dull moment at this establishment! Fights break out every night, drinking competitions are the norm, and it's the best place to gather information.

The tavern doubles as an inn, offering a dozen rooms above the bar for adventurers to cool their heels. A night's stay is relatively cheap and costs only a handful of chips.

► Guests can pick up jobs and quests from the tavern's request board. Postings vary in difficulty and payout. Anyone is welcome to pick them up and they can be completed for as long as the dungeon is active.

► Jobs and quests can be completed through the dungeon prompts below. They may be done multiple times. These job posters need a lot of supply!

► Guests can also list their own jobs and quests to the tavern's request board. While the board is typically meant to attract adventurers for hire, guests can advertise their own services this way. The bartender really doesn't care what goes up. She's too busy breasting boobily behind the counter in a corset that hikes her cleavage against her throat.

A WHOLE NEW BASEMENT

GOOD LUCK, NEW ARRIVALS

A TRENDY RENOVATION

► Low rank guests will be delighted to find that the basement has been completely renovated! Basement and maintenance floors have been converted into a realistic dungeon complete with gray stone, torchlight, and the echo of crawling monsters. Low rank suites have been temporarily adjusted to match the aesthetic.

► The communal bathroom has also been styled into a medieval latrine. Low rank guests can now enjoy bonding together over a communal trench and chamber pots. A helpful sign has been posted on the door advising guests to be wary of slimes coming up through the piping.

► Low rank guests that aren't happy with their living arrangements can check out the rooms above the tavern. They need only chat with the bartender and pay a fee for each night they wish to stay. It's up to them whether or not they think a dungeon filled with monsters or a raucous tavern is better for their beauty sleep.

NEW ARRIVALS

► New arrivals find themselves waking in various locations throughout the dungeon. Unlike low rank guests who have dungeon suites, new arrivals wake randomly in the upper and lower levels of the dungeon. Anywhere is fair game.

► New arrivals are considered dungeon monsters. In fact, wildcards are the number one hunted monster for the extremely popular sLaying quest! They'll have to keep on their toes if they don't want to be sexily sLayed.

► Stepping away from resort standard, wildcards wake dressed to embody their role as an erotic dungeon monster. The house knows that its guests have eclectic tastes, so monster costumes range from skimpy strategically placed furs to full body suits.

► What are dungeon monsters without drops? Wildcards will also wake with a pouch of valuables for adventurers to collect. These items can vary from useful ores, gemstones, and chip vouchers to random items like condoms, vegetables, and shiny rocks.

UPPER DUNGEON

START THE DESCENT

FLOOR 1

Heading down the stairs from the marketplace leads to the first floor of the dungeon. This is where all low rank suites have been condensed. Corridors are generally dry and well lit, with twisting ivy and torches lining the walls. Some guests say that it’s an improvement over the previously dreary, dirty basement.

Only a handful of monsters are brave enough to come close to the surface. The ones that do have low IQs and are easily defeated.

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► Barrels, crates, and chests can be found in corners and intersections. Low value materials, like perishables and basic clothing, can be found inside. This may or may not include the personal items of low rank guests misplaced during renovations. Whoops!

Watch out! Mimic chests love to hide amongst these crates. Opened mimic chests chase nearby guests, desperate to thrust their slimy tongues into any reachable orifice. They’re also quite dumb, happily repopulating areas where other mimics have been beaten. It isn’t uncommon to find a new one where an old one had been just yesterday!

► Sprigs of mistletoe grow over doors and dangle from the ceiling. Nothing happens when someone passes alone. The enchantment is only triggered when two or more people intersect. Those who cross under the mistletoe may find themselves unable to leave its proximity. As if an invisible bubble has appeared, attempts to leave will be rebuffed.

The mistletoe enchantment can only be broken by kissing. Some mistletoe may be satisfied with a brief kiss while others may require its victims to use tongue. Get ready for some smooching!

FLOOR 2

Multiple stairways across the first floor lead down to the second. As guests head down, they will find the temperature dropping and light dimming. The stairwell opens up to a reveal crumbling archways, staggered levels of ruins, and rich moss blanketing over stone.

This dungeon floor has several gaps between ruins and multiple pockets of open space. Old wooden bridges creak in the wind. Leaves flick across, carried on steady breeze. Treasure chests and harpy-like monsters can be found throughout the ruins.

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► Adventurers need to cross multiple bridges to make it to the next portion of the dungeon. However, they will find that they cannot cross these bridges alone. All bridges in this area vanish the moment someone steps out solo. Luckily, falls to the ground are cushioned by a thick blanket of moss.

Adventurers must step forward together, hand-in-hand, in order to cross. Guests that stop holding hands while crossing, hesitate, or mistrust one another will find the bridge vanishing from beneath their feet.

► Wind speeds spike dangerously at random intervals and send the floor into sub-freezing temperatures. During these times, it is advised that adventurers take cover, because they might end up blown away. There are sporadic abandoned campsites in caves and alcoves where guests can wait out the wind.

These campsites serendipitously offer a cozy bedroll. One cozy bedroll. With howling winds knocking out torchlight, the only way to keep warm is to cuddle up and share body heat. Oddly enough, the furious winds only calm down after adventurers snuggle. Weird!

FLOOR 3

Lush vegetation dominates the third floor. Pathways are challenging to follow beneath overgrown flora. Ancient trees twist between crumbling pillars. This dungeon forest is teeming with sexy floral monsters that blend with the brush and provoke adventurers with sensual whispers. Isn’t it amazing how accurate they are in pinpointing your kinks?

Monsters on this floor love to tease and fondle guests passing through. Adventurers cutting through the forest may end up groped by branches, leaves, and flowers. Or more! These floral monsters can get very handsy.

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► Treasure chests can be found throughout the dungeon forest. The floral monsters will try to protect them, but none of the monsters in this area are particularly strong. Wood nymphs seduce guests away from chests and vines will lash out to slap their hands. Chests on this floor are valuable, offering high-quality potions like elixirs and panaceas.

Not all potions are good. Some bottles are decoys that cause unwanted effects. The three most common decoys are love potions, hatemance potions, and flora potions.

LOVE POTION: A magical liquid designed to make the person who drinks it fall in love with the first person they see.

HATEMANCE POTION: A magical liquid designed to make the first person who drinks it fall into hate, coupled with passionate sexual desire, for the first person they see.

FLORA POTION: Liquefied chlorophyll designed to temporarily transform anyone who drinks it into a sexy monster. Monster need not be plant-based.

► An invasive species, the dongle flower, can be found in large number in the center of the forest. This flower’s fleshy petals phallically cone into one another and stand erect from a small cluster of leaves at its base. This flower is mostly known for its milk, which can be collected by pumping its petals. Those unfamiliar with this breed of flora may mistake it for a human penis, but closer investigation will confirm that it is indeed a plant.

Getting to close to the dongle flower comes with risks. This flower is notorious for ejaculating its milk when stimulated. Dongle flowers in close proximity may trigger one another and cause a chain of milk ejaculations. Dongle flower milk has analeptic properties that heighten virility, sensitivity, and sex drive. The more milk, the more potent.

LOWER DUNGEON

HALFWAY DOWN

FLOOR 4

A slope leads the way down to the fourth floor. Adventurers must be careful with their footing to avoid taking a spill because the path is steep and uneven. Why are these stones sticking up so much, anyway?!

Guests not watching their step may end up triggering a trap. After a trick stone sinks beneath their weight, a rumble echoes throughout the dungeon. This echo the ominous prelude to a giant boulder crashing down and rolling after them! (There is a nipple painted on the boulder.)

Those that don’t want to get squashed by the boulder may have to throw themselves off the ledge. Depending on where they decide to jump ship, they will end up in a different chamber designed to test their mettle.

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► CHAMBER ONE: An unfurnished room with no windows or doors. This chamber is deep, making it difficult to try and scale the walls back up to the path. Lone adventurers will end up stuck until someone else joins them, because the trap will not trigger until two or more guests are inside.

Once at least two guests are trapped, spikes spring from two opposing walls. They slowly begin to close in and a booming voice declares: BE EMOTIONALLY VULNERABLE OR DIE!

The floor will give way for guests that comply. Those that do not and cannot get out of the room on their own will be spiked. They may escape with injuries or die. If the latter, they will revive in the Broken Wing clinic.

► CHAMBER TWO: This chamber is divided into multiple parallel rooms. These rooms are designed to facilitate a specific kink between the guests trapped inside. They might be furnished with toys or vacant with only a gloryhole in a partition. Regardless, every room has a door locked shut with a bulky padlock.

After two guests have entered a booming voice declares: EXPLORE KINK OR REMAIN TRAPPED FOREVER!

Padlocks will drop and doors will open for guests that comply. Those that do not are doomed to be trapped forever… or figure a way out through demolition. That disembodied voice is going to be really salty when adventurers realize that last option exists.

FLOOR 5

Water commands the fifth floor. Adventurers must tread through dark and damp tunnels that lead into flooded chambers. Pools and rivers run throughout, with some areas reaching depths of 50 feet. Treasure chests are submerged but are worth the effort, offering ores, metals, and rare stones that can be used to enhance weapons with the blacksmith.

Reverse mermaids live in these waters. They enjoy swimming alongside adventurers and spreading their legs to show off how good they are for fucking.

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► Slimes ooze along the ceiling and plop into the water. They float along like jellyfish, but will direct themselves toward adventurers they sense nearby. Slimes vary in size and color, though the majority are small enough to cup between two hands. The mother slime, a giant slime hidden deep in the depths, occasionally appears to absorb adventurers into her gelatinous body.

Small and deceptively cute, these little monsters are attracted to adventurers and eager to ooze all over them. Different colored slimes and their secretions cause various physical reactions. Slimes can be mixed to create combination effects.

CLEAR SLIME: Clear slime is an aphrodisiac that can also be used as a lubricant.

PINK SLIME: Pink slime amplifies shyness and embarrassment.

PURPLE SLIME: Purple slime triggers sexual aggression and sadistic tendencies.

YELLOW SLIME: Yellow slime may enhance dominate or submissive inclinations.

MOTHER SLIME: Secretions from the mother slime trigger a breeding rut/heat. The more contact one has with the mother slime, the more intense the rut/heat.

► The water in this dungeon has unique properties. Adventurers that soak for long periods of time may find their skin clearing up, their hair becoming shinier, and their features becoming dewy and radiant. This water is imbued with beauty magic that intensifies the sexiness of those who drink or bathe in it. Everything they do, even sneezing or scratching an itch, will be tinted in a pink glow of attractive glamor.

Guests that soak for too long run the risk of becoming powerfully distracting. Beauty can be bewitching, so take care to not charm other adventurers into becoming obsessed admirers, lest you become an unwitting Helen of Troy!

Drinking the water comes with an additional potential side effect. The drinker's voice has a 25% chance of becoming hypnotic. They may be able to entrance others or cause them to orgasm through dirty talk alone.

FLOOR 6

Drying off won't be a problem after getting down to the sixth floor! The temperature jumps to a sweltering degree and light glints off silvery glass. Orange and red flicker and dance. Stepping into the yawning mouth of this massive floor reveals a giant pit of blazing fire beneath a twisting mirror maze.

Muscular minotaurs prowl, prepared to kidnap adventurers and whisk them away to their dens. This maze is also equipped with traps and enchantments designed to redirect guests back to the beginning entrance. Adventurers will need to use creativity and ingenuity to navigate this labyrinth while battling intense heat.

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► Guests can take cover in small chambers at maze corridor intersections. These rooms are also sweltering but, happily enough, there are magical air conditioners available! Two plates on opposite sides of the room must simultaneously be stepped on in order to activate the ice enchantment.

Comfort comes with a price. Something strange happens when magic sparks: the adventurers standing on the activation plates have swapped bodies! They won't be able to switch back immediately, either, because the ice enchantment has a cool down period. Their options are to either wait it out or go find another room with an unused ice enchantment!

► Adventurers that successfully navigate their way through the maze will find a long corridor leading to a massive shining door. They've found the exit down to the treasure room where riches upon riches are waiting. Money, money, money!!

Guests that let their guard down while walking to the door may end up shot with an arrow! In classic dungeon fashion, holes in the wall open and launch arrows all the way down to the entrance of the treasure room.

Getting shot by an arrow will trigger lust at first sight! Forget about everything else and look at your fellow dungeon crawler. Aren't they so erotic? Don't you really want to fuck them right now and forget about all that treasure? Or perhaps they're still rocking around in your swapped body. Isn't it suddenly tempting to fuck yourself?

TREASURE ROOM

IT DEFINITELY ISN'T CURSED

FLOOR 7: THE BOTTOM FLOOR

The final floor of the dungeon is a massive chamber glittering with precious gems, metals, and enchanted valuables. Piles and piles of gold coins are stacked as far as the eye can see. Treasure chests line the walls, overflowing with sparkling jewelry. Anyone that’s ever wanted to swim in piles of gold can finally make their dream come true.

Guests can take whatever they can carry. They have to make their way back up through the dungeon with it, so hopefully they came prepared!

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► Brave adventurers that managed to come this far deserve worthwhile gains. Those who enter the treasure room are welcome to pick up special treasures from the following selection. None of these items are game breaking, so players can pick up multiple or mix and match.

ECHO STONE: A small stone that fits in the palm of a hand. When tapped, it sends out a soft pulse that outlines nearby exits, hidden passages, or alternate routes in shimmering light.

EARRINGS OF FATE: A matching pair of diamond studs. If shared between two people, the wearers can sense each others’ location all times.

CLOAK OF INVISIBILITY: Shimmering silver fabric as smooth as water. Wearing this cloak grants invisibility.

THONG OF BRONZE: A bronze thong. Wearing this thong increases power, endurance, and speed, but only when worn alone.

RING OF PROTECTION: A simple gold ring enchanted to protect the wearer. While this is useful during battle, it also can act as birth control and prevent sharing diseases.

CLICK LOCK LOCKET: A simple golden heart-shaped locket. The wearer can open the locket and give themselves temporary body modifications for up to two hours at a time.

MECHANICAL MOUSE: A mechanical mouse that registers its master with a drop of blood. A little friend that can scout, transport small items, and fit into tiny spaces.

BRASS COMPASS: A small brass compass with delicate gears. It doesn’t point north. Instead, it points to the carrier's deepest desire or the object they seek the most.

FEATHER OF FLIGHT: A delicate feather that feels lighter than air itself. Grants the ability to fly for a short period but the user must have it in their possession and activate it. Works in bursts, such as allowing them to jump across wide gaps or avoid a deadly fall.

HAND OF LUCK: A small, silver broach shaped like a human hand, fingers outstretched in a gesture of good fortune. The hand grants increased luck to the user, influencing dice rolls, odds, or even the outcome of risky decisions. However, it only works once per day. When it activates it may make other things worse.

► An iridescent door glitters at the back of the treasure room. Written on an aged scroll pinned to the wall is an explanation that this door can send adventurers home. They will have abandon their companions for this opportunity, because one who uses the door must pass through alone. The scroll explains that the door will only work once within a span of several hours, making it impossible for anyone else to immediately use it. There is also the risk that it will never work again.

Of course, the door isn't really sending anyone back to their world. Guests that decide to take the leap will find themselves walking straight into their suite upstairs. The scroll didn't specify which home!

OOC NOTES

INVITES | RESERVES | APPLICATIONS

▶ BLANKET CW: alcohol; altered states; anonymous; aphrodisiacs; BDSM dynamics; body swap; breeding kink; classic tropes; costumes; cum play; dubcon; death; enchantments; erotic plants; erotic monsters; entrapment; hypnotism; noncon; temperature play; traps; weapons; violence; voice kink

▶ 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. This TDM acts as the game's November event and is designed to provide content for players through the mods' December break. The marketplace and dungeon will ICly conclude on January 1st.

▶ Current characters may top level on the TDM. Any current characters posting to the TDM should note they are current in their subject header. The top level directory is for new characters only. We want to make sure new characters are prioritized and receive attention!

▶ Smut threads that take place on this TDM can be used for rewards. If both parties in the smut thread join the game, you may retroactively apply the character's initial card values to your 52 bank. If one character does not join the game the thread will not be applicable toward rewards (as that character would not have a card value). The character that does join would still receive a small payout for the encounter. Hopefully it was a fun thread regardless!

▶ We ask you to kindly add content warnings to your threads as appropriate.

▶ If you do not currently have permissions and kinks listed in your character’s journal we suggest leaving a note in your top level of any limits or boundaries for other players to reference.

NAVIGATION • LOG • NETWORK • OOC • MEME

Comments

QUESTIONS

[goldmods]

Please direct any questions related to this TDM here. Any questions about the general game should be asked over on our FAQ. Thank you!

Re: QUESTIONS

[malpwactice]

Hello your modliness! This looks very fun and I hope you enjoy your December break!

So, for any guests who choose to stay in the dungeons, can we assume they're now meant to handle any "security" on their own? (i.e. their Watch no longer grants them and only them exclusive access to their room)

Also should we assume the renovation keeps things relatively close together in terms of rooms or can we assume character rooms are scattered around a new labyrinthine Floor 1 layout?

(and this is mostly a joke question but) how often do the floor one barrels respawn with more goodies, or at a certain point in the month is it mimics all the way down

TOP LEVEL DIRECTORY

[goldmods]

If you have posted a top level with a new character, feel free to link your top level here! Characters originally premiering on previous TDMs that are not currently in game may also utilize this directory.

For ease, please write your character's name and canon in the subject line when posting your top level link. If you do not currently have an invite for this app round and are seeking one, please feel free to add INVITE WANTED to your header for visibility.

Flins | Genshin Impact

[lunarnocturne]

Let us have a modicum of patience for the richness and complexity of humanity.

Nefer | Genshin Impact | OTA

[latrunculi]

▼ 1. Fool's Gold

(gen: information seller, story collector)

You're interested, aren't you? Come take a seat in my booth. If you want information about the dungeon I can tell you a few of its secrets. If you need a stranger to vent to about your latest failed deep dive, I'm all ears.

[Her voice is soft, and smooth. Not too sweet or syrupy, but definitely enchanting in its own way. Like an ASMR video that doesn't lean too hard into the niche of it. Everything looks legitimate, but there is a bit of a curiosity as to why her clothes are so plain. If she's so well versed why doesn't she look more respectable? Perhaps it's because she's an over-informed Low Rank? Hard to tell with everything mixed up as it is...]

▼ 2. A Series of Bonding Events

(gen: mistletoe, one bed)

How droll, [she starts while inspecting their surroundings] and desperate do you think our captors are, hm? Do you think they're voyeurs watching every instance of intimacy? Salivating at the thought of others sharing skin and heat while they watch alone and unable to participate? Do you think they're watching us right now?

[While as a 'wildcard' in the dungeon she's painted in glittering scales, it doesn't matter whether she's trapped under mistletoe or forced to share one bed(roll). Either way she ridicules the situation and approaches the other character either as a fellow victim or equally equipped adventurer.]

▼ 3. sLAYING the Serpent

(nsfw: naga shenanigans)

[Sometimes in order for you to truly understand the dept of something, to access information valuable enough to sell, you must take a leap. Especially with her most valuable asset (Toth's game board) no longer accessible to her. Which is why Nefer goes out on a limb and tries some of the Flora Potion. A mistake she quickly learns from as her body begins to twist and warp. The once painted-on scales become real as her lower half transforms into an thick, emerald snake tail. Along they upper side are patterns of triangles in gold while the underside is more of an off-white plating. Nefer's tong forks at the tip and elongates as her typically pointed canines grow just a bit longer and more noticeable.]

There is no dragon here for you to slay. No hoarded treasure for you to take. Will you move on, or is there some other prize you are after?

[After all, she still has her monster loot drops. There's also the payout for (s)laying wildcards. Does one think they can conquer the "cold blooded" creature? Or maybe victory isn't the goal. Perhaps one just wants to be wrapped up and constricted by that enormous tail of hers?]

▼ 4. WILDCARD

(ooc: voice testing so please be gentle! Nefer is an adult [Genshin doesn't specify ages, likely mid-to-late 20s] and while I believe she's more inclined to be softer on women I intend to play her as bi. If there is a scenario listed on the TDM I do not have a prompt for please use this wildcard option to surprise me! Regarding age limits I think I'll request that characters be 18+ for straight-to-NSFW prompts, so thanks for understanding! If you have any questions please do not hesitate to PM this journal. As far as spoilers go I'm caught up on the Archon Quest but still am trying to find time for world quests, but I do ask that you mark for others when necessary and I will try my best to do the same.)

3.

[keyeju]

[ The idea of fucking monsters into submission is something that only this horny ass resort could think of. In Narumi's mind he'd much rather just fight a monster normally, though it's true that given the once human state of most of the monsters here he wouldn't really be able to go all out...

Ah well, the snake lady he just stumbled across seems interesting enough, and he'll stop just out of striking range for her as he crosses his arms and gives her a thoughtful look. There's some options to weigh here, after all. ]

Why? Interested in giving it up to me if I ask for it?

Flins | Genshin Impact | Current player, new character

[lunarnocturne]

⛓️ 1. Upper Dungeon

A - Floor 1: [Wherever Flins awakens, be it in the dungeon levels or higher suites, he's been dressed as a sexy dragon, complete with skintight bodysuit, horns, claws, and a tail. And lantern.

When he and another person happen to pass under the mistletoe dangling above, he casts his golden eyes up at the offending plant and attempts to burn it with a blue flame, only to have it resist the attack as if it were nothing. A dissatisfied frown settles across his features, brows furrowed as his gaze drops back to his unwitting companion. Offering a light shrug, Flins concedes defeat.]

Looks like we shan't be able to brute force our way through this dilemma. Unless you have any other ideas?


B - Floor 2: [Some things are universal in life: the rise and setting of the sun, people being fickle, treasure chests in every nook and cranny... Okay, maybe not that last one, but it sure seems like it to Flins! He would swear that some time ago the world was not populated with so many goodies just lying about the place. It's mystifying and rather worrying on the whole. Who's placing them there? Are they the remnants of fallen adventurers? What will they do to the economy?

More pressing, though, is the potions to be found inside them. Having collected a fair number of them in different colors, Flins now regards them with dubious skepticism. As it so happens he and his companion have been walking for a while now and have no water with which to quench their thirst, aside from the aforementioned potions. Hesitant, he lines the bottles up carefully, surveying them with a hand clasped to his chin.]

Now to the matter of which one we should try...

❄️ 2. Lower Dungeon - Slime Time

[If there was ever a way to get Flins' ire up, the resort has found it. The dampness does not at all agree with him, causing his lantern to sputter and gutter and him to actually scowl as he coaxes the flame back to a brighter blaze. So busy is he that he doesn't notice the rainbow blob above him: a mass of every color of slime has crept up on him and you, ready to rain down gooey havoc! They land with a resounding PLOP upon his person, causing him to go stiff momentarily before he hurriedly tries brushing them off. It's too late though, their slime has coated him, making him look almost iridescent and leaving him with flushed cheeks as he covers his face with a hand.

Perhaps you, too, got caught by the slime shower?]

Ugh... What is this sensation...?

🦴 3. Charming Market

[Hearing that there's to be a market that's open to guests of the resort, Flins has done himself quite a bit of haggling. With what? Well now, that's a secret, isn't it? The point is that he's managed to acquire himself plenty of raw materials in order to complete a few artistic projects that he can then turn around and sell.

What is he peddling, you ask? Why, bone sculptures, of course! They're something of a specialty of his and he seems quite proud of them. ...or so one might assume. It's tough to tell what expression he's wearing on that rather impassive face of his outside of a slight, almost eerie smile. He gestures to his various products, inviting those who aren't frightened away by them to step up and have a better look for themselves.]

Welcome. Do you have an interest in art, perchance?

🃏 4. WILDCARD

[Feel free to come at me with whatever or hit me up at lombardia!]

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[pyrolyzed]

[ He'd been trudging along a few feet behind Flins, warily squinting at his surroundings like a twitchy animal, and Fuuta jumps with an audible, startled grunt when there's the loud plop-plop-plop of those slimes belting down on the guy ahead of him.

Frankly, his first thought is, 'glad that wasn't me.' Followed closely by, 'oh, that could have been me.' Because those slimes definitely would have dropped down on him if this guy didn't end up taking the blow instead, right? And while that's not his fault in any way ...

... ugh. ]

-- uh. Hey. [ Cue the splash of clumsy footsteps as Fuuta wades forward, kicking aside a stray slime and swatting away another one that's still lodged against Flins' clothes; he's wearing gloves, it's fine. (Probably?) ] You okay? That looks pretty nasty ...

[ It's not that he feels bad this guy probably took the hit for him! He's just helping out someone who got nailed with bad luck. Yeah, that's all! ]

Narumi Gen | Kaiju No. 8 | 9♣ (current character)

[keyeju]

I. UPPER LEVELS

FLORA POTION

[ While Gen has been reluctantly willing to cooperate with whoever he's been traveling with this particular dungeon diving session, holding hands to cross bridges and doing what technically but barely qualifies as cuddling to stay warm, it doesn't mean he's not both still a. selfish and b. almost pathologically drawn to risk taking behaviors.

That's all to say when he cracks open a chest to find a couple of identical looking bottles there, he'll snag one and immediately drain the contents of it, pausing to look quizzically off to the side as if deciding whether his choice is going to end poorly for him or not. Seems it doesn't, because he hops up with a grin, rolling his shoulders back. There's even an invigorated glow to him, like he just downed a vitality elixir or something. He certain seems to have a spring in his step as he grabs the other and tosses it towards his travel companion. ]

Looks like they're safe enough after all. Bottoms up.

[ So here's the good news! The man is not about to transform into some sort of terrifying monster and attack.

Here's the bad news... both of those bottles aren't safe, and while Gen himself doesn't know that, he did just toss something to his partner that might offer a little shock to the system?

Here's the other good(??) news though! Gen is a professional monster hunter, so this should all end fine! He can subdue them easily enough!

What do you mean that some adventuring party before them just set off a whole bunch of those dongle flowers, and they're just now starting to spew that sex drive increasingly "milk" right where Gen and his now monstrous travel companion happen to be standing?

Well... it'll still probably be fine. ]


II. LOWER LEVELS

A. THE CHAMBERS

i. VULNERABILITY

[ The booming voice from somewhere above has spoken! And it wishes for the two people trapped in this room that filled with slowly approaching spiked walls to share their vulnerabilities... or literally die!!

Gen stands there in the middle of the room, looking at one of the walls with an expression of great concentration on his face. ]

We could probably scale those if we're careful.

[ As if trying to scale deadly spikes is preferable to sharing one single vulnerable thought or feeling. ]

ii. KINK

[ Or maybe they end up trapped in the preferable(?) room, where they have to explore a kink instead. There's less concentration on Gen's face this time, and more just a sort of exasperated fed-upness with this place.

He doesn't even blink as he sees the sex pillory sitting cozy in the middle of the room, a paddle and a flog resting next to it. He also won't miss a beat as he turns to his fellow prisoner and says-- ]

You're up. Hop on in.

[ Because he sure as hell isn't eager to do it himself. Though if there is REAL objection here, it's not actually that hard to goad him into doing things if it's worded as a challenge, or even suggested he might be afraid of trying something. ]


B. SLIMES

[ While escaping from demanding chambers is nice and all, Gen doesn't look overly thrilled to be trekking through all this water that he's having to wade through. It turns out that mild protection against dampness doesn't help when your feet are fully submerged in water.

He's grumbling enough as it is, and matters aren't made better by the little slime that has crawled up his boot, the back of his pants, and somehow all the way up to his neck before he notices it and grabs at the thing, but not before it leaves a thick coating of... well... of slime on him. ]

It'll have to send bigger than that if it wants to stop me.

[ He'll toss it down into the water, and it might become more noticeable at this point if it's clear, purple, or yellow. Basically any possible color other than pink. ]


C. BODY SWAP

[ One minute you're trying to escape the scalding heat by escaping into a chamber with ice magic, and the next you're suddenly blinking out of a pair of unfamiliar eyes as the word around you seems to adjust suddenly and rapidly in a way that's as disorienting as it is unsettling. ]

What just happened?

[ A great question, and pretty alarming to hear it said in a voice that Gen recognizes as decidedly not being his. It also doesn't help that currently he's staring at himself from across the room, his face presumably looking just as surprised by this whole thing as he feels right now. ]

C.

[bountyfull]

[ Vash lifts a hand to push hair out of his eyes as he tries to reorient himself to the now rapidly cooling room he's in. He's almost certain this isn't the same thing he saw a moment ago, and it's a little dizzifying.

What's worse, is he KNOWS he just heard his own voice. Jerking his head up he blinks wide eyes over at ....himself? Still holding hair out of his face he stares over at the sight of himself looking just as confused as he himself is. ]

Uhh... you're kidding.

[ Not YOU specifically, Gen, but well... He sounds exhausted, and the sigh that follows only emphasises that. ]

Broca | Arknights | 7♥︎ (current character)

[broca]

I. WINDING MARKET

[ This is weirdly Broca exactly in his element. His world is a good deal more advanced than the pseudo-medieval dungeon they've been dropped into, but he's good at working with his hands, and this is a great time to improve his skills.

You might see him at the blacksmith carefully studying weapons he has absolutely no plans on buying, but every plan to study after having been asked to make one not too long ago, or possibly at one of the leather shops where he'll be inspecting the goods, only to look up at something someone happens to be inspecting, and offer a helpful: ]

That's fake. Don't buy it.

[ Helpful to the buyer that is, less to the owner, who will come over and try to usher him out of the shop.

Finally after a little time has passed and he's had a chance to gather some materials, you might find him set up behind the booth of his own shop (that may or may not be co-owned by a fellow Feline), where he's selling various things made with the leather and the ores that he's found in the dungeon. Anything made with metal isn't as good quality as what the experts are making, but at least Broca is aware of that fact, and has priced it down accordingly. The leather goods, at least, are very solid.

Anyone that comes to look at his wares will have his full attention on them, though he's a piss poor salesman, because he just stares with that naturally glowering stare of his and waits to be asked questions, rather than trying to sell a pitch for what he's got on offer. ]


II. FLOOR FIVE

A. MOTHER SLIME

[ The big lady herself has seemed to take interest in the poor passing tiger man. One minute he's wading along in hip deep water, and the second he's being dragged inside a gelatinous creature in a matter of seconds. While the mother slime's body is pliable enough that Broca can still move in it, thrashing about wildly, he doesn't seem to be making any progress getting out of it on his own.

Give him a literal hand here? It'd be so easy to stick a hand into that mass and yank the poor man free. ]


B. HYPNOTIC VOICE

[ Between spending way too long out and about in the water (thanks rut frenzy that kept Broca from leaving this floor for awhile), and a lot of physical exertion (again...), Broca's found himself parched enough to drink the water directly.

He's braced for it to send him spiraling back into a state of near mindless horniness, but after several seconds of tense, silent waiting passes, and he's still acting normally, he relaxes with a captivating sounding sigh. ]

Guess it's normal after all.

[ What isn't normal though is that voice of his. Was it always that rich and enticing sounding? Surely its always contained a quality that makes every hair on someone's body stand on end in eager anticipation.

No? Huh... weird then. ]

II-A

[worldbent]

[Nobody is having a good day today. But luckily for Broca, at least he doesn't find himself completely alone in his escape from Mother Slime.]

[Two hands thrust into the enormous slime that has enveloped Broca's body and grip onto his hips to anchor them, clenched there. He might not be able to tell, but a light sizzle in the waters and sudden rippling of the slime's gooey body tell of an unpleasant wave of energy that repels it from around him as Matoba pulls him away from its sticky clutches. Not without much sticky mess, the Mother Slime reluctantly goops free of Broca and is swept down the waterway to unknown waters as they splash free of it into the pool.]

[Matoba, panting slightly and stripped down to his underwear, is soaked to the skin and lightly stained in some goop himself; hair plasters over his nape and collarbones (also: was he always this attractive??) But at least a shock of spiritual energy was enough to scare Broca's attacker off at last.]

Haa.... You cannot let your guard down even for a moment around these monsters, can you?

[He does not seem to notice any further danger in the air ...yet.]

evernight / honkai: star rail

[evernigh]

( She returns to slumber, and awakens — somewhere different, this time. A dungeon this grim and cold is not somewhere her March would willingly venture into, and worse yet, she has no memories of this. She remembers everything else, remembers more than March does and ever should, but does not recall a moment that would have led March into a place like this.

Makes sense, then, that she is now in charge of their shared body. That her lack of clothes, so reminiscent of her birthday suit enclosed within a Six-Phased Ice, is something Evernight, too, has more experience with than March. It causes no panic, only confusion, moreso when she regards the... minimal costume she adorns. A string of purple-tinted white cloth that barely covers her breasts; that, she later notes, mimics the arms of a jellyfish — and then another, that wraps itself around her lower half, a mockery of a coverage. Fitting. )

monster hunte(d) — floor five

( What Evernight doesn't expect is her role in this; a monster to be hunted and sLayed. Though her... antics in Amphoreus had certainly caused a stir, she has since relented and returned the reigns to March, a wave of concern never truly leaving her heart. She's since behaved, all things considered, so the drive behind this target on her back is curious and new. She doesn't disregard it.

Instead, with the bag of goods she's been entrusted, it's obvious her real role in this. A monster to be bested, with rewards upon her defeat. She can present herself as such with ease — in the damp floor five, any who explore may come across a mysterious figure, scantily dressed and holding up an umbrella. )

Are you looking for something? ( On the assumption the one who approaches is an adventurer and not another monster... though that too is fine, for some camaraderie. ) It's not safe to be alone around here.

level gap — floor one

( Only a handful of monsters are brave enough to come close to the surface... not counting with the ones who spawned in the deeper levels of the dungeon, perhaps. It may feel out of place for any new adventurers who wish to break into the depths of the dungeon, to see a humanoid 'monster' still barely dressed making her way upwards, from floor five to its entrance and exit. Just don't go fighting a level 50 monster when you're barely level 1, okay?

Though, sometimes monsters will simply aggro when you least expect it, or you haven't yet learned its aggro type. For Evernight, who usually minds her business unless provoked... She hadn't so much caught sight of the person by her, as she hadn't been able to walk past them. An enchantment traps them in place, with invisible walls that forbid them of leaving. How interesting. )

A trap this early in the dungeon must be easy to overcome. What would you do?

( Because she has spotted the mistletoe in the ceiling above them, and though she recognizes it from one of March's books... she will certainly not address it yet. )

job posting five — tavern

( Albeit a monster in the loose, especially with how dressed Evernight is still, most don't seem to really mind it, outside of the dungeon. A fascinating little thing, she thinks, and is quietly thankful for. Though she would certainly not quite mind a hostile encounter with any adventurer who might want to sLay her for her goods, picking fights is not something Evernight truly wishes to do. This is, still, March's body. The future that she wants to protect for her can only come true if she still has a safe body to return to.

That means finding proper clothes again, the cute and stylish kind that March likes. Word-of-mouth leads Evernight to the tavern, but she doesn't quite enter it. She's still a monster, after all. The next best thing is, then — )

Adventurer. ( Stationed just far enough from the tavern's entrance to be slightly suspicious, under shade and under an open umbrella despite the lack of rain, is Evernight, in all of her mysteriousness in spite of her lack of proper clothes. Everything about her might scream danger, a warning one would get that they're about to approach an enemy of high level, but she beckons the adventurer - so she assumes, at least - closer, a serene smile on her face. )

I have an offer for you. Will you take it?

wildcard

[ new character, current player. for the canonblind, here's evernight and her umbrella in all of their glory. her age is... technically unknown, but i'd say she's somewhere in her early twenties. bisexual and a top :)

for castmates, i'm taking her from the end of 3.7 probably... at least irt march's memories. she won't spoil the end of amphoreus to you guys though gl out there ❤️

if there's any prompt you want to do with her that's not here, feel free to wildcard and surprise me! i'm super happy to do just about anything here, don't worry about hard no's or anything. ]

Monster Hunting

[redfortune]

[ Red sometimes wonders why she does this to herself. Why she bothers playing along with this place's whims. Probably because if she doesn't she'll get forced into it somehow anyway. Although in this case, she is not enjoying the damp or the wet or much of anything. Especially since she's apparently meant to be playing the part of a sexy adventurer, complete with chain-mail bikini, cloak, and trusty sword. Not that the sword looks super high quality, but hey. A weapon is a weapon, right?

Red hears the voice before she spots Evernight. She pauses and blinks, giving her a once over. The damp down here is playing hell with her usually quite trusty sense of smell... ]

I guess. We're supposed to be hunting monsters. Among other things...

[ She squints. ]

You out hunting as well? [ It's seriously hard to tell the difference between monsters and adventurers sometimes, considering how scantily clad everyone is. ]

getian | reverse: 1999 | 7♦ | current character

[wingbeats]

I — WHAT’RE YA BUYIN’?

( on random occasion throughout these holiday months, one of the more suitably avian guests of the Golden Peacock appears in the marketplace that has taken over the Rookery. the stand where he decides to offer his services and wares is just as humble as the Miemeng bird himself; he perches on a box or a barrel set up behind the table (likely squished between far more impressive stands), against which leans a rough wooden panel with the words “bones” and “readings” carved into it in ancient Chinese characters.

(at some point after the first few weeks, he is probably told that the magic of the resort doesn’t actually grant the ability to read all writing, so he further decorates it with pictorial carvings of bones and eyes.) )

a) ( for those interested for what exactly these “bones” that are on offer, they are actually a wide collection of small objects carved from animal bone. but for the rabbits in the Conservatory, the Vale is usually sadly devoid of animal life—when it was converted to a campsite several months ago, however, getian capitalized on the unique opportunity of actually having fish and other game to collect materials from. he whiles away a lot of his more quiet hours practicing his craft, so one can find the following among the selection: ink pens, sewing needles, picks for stringed instruments, small flutes, dice, pendants, and even a few small liquor cups hollowed out and carved from larger bones. there also appear to be a few straight instruments that look like wands.

getian is available to answer any questions about the stock; he may even take requests for specific objects, if he believes they are possible.

if asked for the cost of any of the objects, the Miemeng bird will quizzically tilt his head to one side. ) Cost…? No. You misunderstand. ( shifting his position on his perch, he leans forward a little. ) I am simply here to see them go to appropriate owners.

b) ( if asked what is meant by either the word “readings” (or all of the eyes carved on the sign), getian will nod before replying, ) I am willing to offer a bone reading to anyone who is interested.

However… ( his eyelids fall heavy over his mismatched eyes, one dark and one pale. he continues with what he hopes is a tone of suitable caution: ) our bones sometimes carry truths of our pasts, futures, and selves that we may find difficult to hear or accept. I would ask that you keep this in mind prior to accepting. ( a brief pause. ) In addition, I am not offering to change anyone’s fate.

( NOTE: for anyone choosing I-b, it would be very helpful if you gave me an idea of what sort of character traits or events in their pasts and futures you would be willing to let getian see in their bones! the reading itself will be vague and inexact, so i can avoid strict “spoilers” for your character, if you want. it’s all up to you! )

II — WILDCARD

( I wasn’t planning on writing any specific prompts for it, but getian could be goaded into joining someone on an adventure into the dungeon. he might also just be found on some of the upper floors hanging out, so he could be easily mistaken for a monster. I’m pretty open to any prompts on the TDM that you might want to wildcard for them, but also feel free to reach out to me OOC via PM or Plurk lycanthropic if you want to discuss! )

OOC —

( pretty much OTA regarding gender and age. his kinklist is available in the info in his journal. anyone interested in writing smut with getian should know that there is inherent inhuman anatomy/xeno involved; getian is a bird, so he has a cloaca instead of a dick. )

i-b

[nekonoe]

[ the bones are... well, they're interesting! despite them being in mostly familiar shapes, the sight of them make his stomach ache. then again, he supposes if they weren't cleaned, he would be more worried about approaching the person whose storefront contained these objects. it's easier for him to look getian in the eye than continue to pore over his wares, raising his left hand to adjust the covering that protects where his other arm used to be.

he's skeptical, of course, by what getian has to offer. can anyone really glean what has happened to him by just... reading his bones? he has no bones to offer right now? perhaps that has him feeling a little more nervous as he stands there, his crooked tail twitching and one ear flicking. ]

If you can't change anyone's fate with what you learn, what good is seeing the future?

Eito Aotsuki | The Hundred Line | new character

[righteouseyes]

ooc: general warnings: canon spoilers (route 0+), general aggressive violence, probably some questionable consent from aphrodisiacs

i. arrival (basement)

[This is a nightmare. This is worse than a nightmare, because it's beyond anything his mind could have come up with. He's stuck in some sort of dungeon, which is bad enough, but everyone is consumed by lust and nonsense and...

Eito has been dressed in a skimpy wolf costume, which is little more than some fur and fake ears that barely cover anything. He's been looking for more clothing, but he's already had to fight off a few eager adventurers looking to sLay a monster.

So, should he see anyone, he practically snarls. Maybe the choice of costume wasn't completely inaccurate.] Don't try anything or I will find a way to rip your disgusting face off.

ii. upper dungeon - potions ( cw violence, monster nonsense, possible dubcon & aphro )

[His previous outfit must have been some kind of prophecy, because the foolish decision to drink a potion has turned into a monster. Though it seems his body couldn't decide what direction to go, turning him into a chimeric mix of features in the vague shape of a taur. (source)

More strangely, he seems to be guarding the dongle flowers. It's not clear if he's protective, or just so disgusted by anyone trying to collect their secretions, but either way he attacks anyone who gets close.

Maybe if you can trick him into one of the other potions he'll be... more distracted.]

iii. lower dungeon -- slime ( cw prompt dependent ; color(s) are poster's choice )

[After turning back to "normal", Eito attempted to venture deeper to find some respite. But all he's found is weird little slug creatures crawling all over him.]

Get-- off. [He flings one, maybe more, off of himself. They might be thrown directly at anyone who's nearby, if you're not good at dodging. Eito looks up. He is very clearly flushed.]

Oh, did I hit you? [He smiles sweetly, for a moment.] Too bad. You should have moved your ugly self out of the way in time. It's not my fault you're useless.

[A great introduction.]

iv. lower dungeon - maze ( cw: heavier canon spoilers, gore, body horror, extreme mental illness, just a bad time all around )

Well, let's get this over with. [He stands on one of the plates, his foot tapping impatiently. It's so hot, even with however little clothing they've provided, and worse off he's stuck in close quarters with someone.] I just hope there aren't any unwanted side effects, but knowing this place...

[Of course, once the other party does, the swapping magic takes over. Though you might be forgiven for not realizing that's what's happened immediately, because everything will go haywire for you. The room smells of rotting meat and filth, and on the other plate is just a horrifying writhing mass of flesh and body parts. Congratulations -- you get a chance to experience Eito's every day life. Have fun!

On the other side of the room, Eito -- now in your body -- laughs. But to you, it'll sound horrid, like nails on a chalkboard. Still, you can somehow make out the words in his twisted voice.] Now isn't that interesting. Don't you think so?

v. wildcard

[If you have another idea feel free to just throw it at me or hit me up at larksong!]

iii (avoiding heavy spoilers if we can!)

[malpwactice]

[Thankfully, the purple lump of jelly lands just shy of where Aak is sitting and squeezing a clear slime's contents into a bucket. He's literally twisting the poor thing like it were a damp towel and collecting the resulting goo. He'd be irritated enough at the close call but,]

Oh, 'sup fake ears. [A shame he missed when those ears were real but they do still advertise this guy as one of the newcomers... the ones with a nice bounty posted up on the ground floor. He drops the clear slime into the bucket with a deep-sounding plop and grabs the purple one in his gloved hand.]

Don't gotta take your bad mood out on me with all these guys around, yanno? [he hefts the purple slime and gives it an experimental toss and catch in his hand]

[and then yeets it back at Eito. It's like a food fight but with slimes.]

quincy | nu:carnival | 3♦️ — current character.

[comfypillow]

ᴋɪssɪɴɢ, ғʀᴏᴛᴛɪɴɢ, ᴄᴀɴ ʟᴇᴀᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴏʀᴇ!

[ Heading down to his little room to grab some supplies ... had been a mistake. So much for having a safe space for squirreling away materials. Stuck beneath the mistletoe with Y O U, this large man sighs, rubbing his forehead where some invisible force had smacked when he tried to continue along his way.

Brow furrowed, Quincy's gaze narrows as he immediately jumps to conclusions: ]

What did you do?

[ Yes... he is throwing the blame on the blameless. But who would assume that plant, looking so cute and innocent, is waiting for some heavy makeouts with groping and tongue? ]



ʙᴏᴅʏ ʜᴇᴀᴛ, ᴄᴜᴅᴅʟɪɴɢ, ᴏᴘᴇɴ ᴛᴏ sɴᴜɢɢʟʏ sᴇx

[ The wind has picked up and the cold is cutting. After even he, a thick and heavy man, had nearly slid off a crumbling ruin edge, Quincy had begun to pick through the moss and search for an alcove in which to hunker down until it calms. It's dim with his torch having blown out but he can still see the outline of another person doing the same.

So he waves, pointing to an overhang and gesturing to swing below. It isn't safe, and having spent so much of his life as a guardian of the forest, he isn't inclined toward leaving someone at risk. It also seems to be some kind of campsite, so that's more than enough to share with another person. ]

Come this way, there's shelter.

[ Ah, but what they don't know yet — there's only one bedroll... ]


ᴄᴜᴍᴘʟᴀʏ, ᴀʟᴛᴇʀᴇᴅ sᴛᴀᴛᴇs, ᴏᴘᴇɴ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴜʟᴛɪᴘʟᴇ ʀᴏᴜɴᴅs

[ A job related to plants? Quincy assumes this will be simple enough, and a good way to earn some extra money for his ongoing cabin construction. So into the dungeon forest he goes, agilely avoiding horny branches and perverted vines, locating the dongle flowers after a few hours of searching.

............ well. Their appearance is a bit of a surprise, but given where he's from, he isn't completely shocked. It really does look like a field of erect penises.

He strides toward a cluster, elbow brushing against one somewhat hidden by a cover of leaves. It twitches and shoots milky fluid, splatting right against Quincy's cheek. White liquid drips down to his jaw. He stops, but the first flower sets off a second, which spatters at his feet.

Hearing someone else nearby, Quincy calls out, while trying to remain still enough for the dongle flowers to settle and not set off a larger chain of bukkake reflex shooting: ]

Don't move!

[ They should definitely not listen to him and move. The dongle flowers are locked and loaded. ]


ɢʟᴏʀʏʜᴏʟᴇ ʟᴏʟ

[ Not getting crushed by a nipple boulder would be great. After jumping over the ledge and into the darkness below, Quincy does not expect to land in a vacant room with only a hole in the wall. The disembodied voice makes its intentions very clear: PUT YOUR DICK IN THE HOLE OR REMAIN HERE FOREVER!

So Quincy puts his dick in the hole.

Only, when he does, nothing happens. Annoyed at being tricked, he tries to pull out... but his cock is too fat to pull out after all this sexy dungeon stimulation. Groaning in annoyance, he rests his head against the stone, giving up and temporarily resigning himself to a fate of being stuck.

Of course, the reason nothing happens is because his 'partner' hasn't yet landed on the opposite side to fulfill the gloryhole kink. When they finally do, they'll be met with the sight of a cock just hanging out, waiting, and perhaps hear a very annoyed sigh from the other side after a minute. ]


ᴀʟᴄᴏʜᴏʟ, ʜᴏᴏᴋ ᴜᴘ

[ The marketplace is charming, a place much more comfortable than the resort usually is with all the glitz and glam. The smell of lumber and pine, the crispness of snow ... Quincy sits outside the tavern while nursing a warm beer and watching the artificial night sky as flakes fall. Cheeks pink, it's obvious that he's had a few drinks — the gaze he turns on whoever decides to join him on the outside benches is gentled by alcohol and familiarity. ]

Do you want some?

[ The bartender had kindly left a pitcher out for anyone wanting to enjoy the view of a lit tree against a starry night sky. He lifts it, offering to pour a cup. It's been a bit since he had sex, and the Diamond on his wrist is beginning to take on some color. It's normal to hook up at a place like this, right? And the mood is just right. ]

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( hello!! embarrassingly, there are still prompts I want to do: all the potions, slime with breeding rut/hut, slime with dom/sub, more kinks in the trap room, body swap, arrow shot for lust at first look, cute gift giving with CR, etc! feel free to hit me up via PM if you'd like to plan something out or just hit me with a wildcard and i'll roll with it. ♥

ota, i have to update my kink list but usual no's apply. otherwise, very flexible and dirty, let's get horny lmaoooo )

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[worldbent]

[A muffled oof and a quiet fwump echo from the other side of the wall Quincy has resigned himself to leaning against after an indeterminate amount of time, signaling the arrival of another victim. It tells him that he isn't alone; perhaps he can tell a bit more than that with some concentration.]

[Dusting himself off with some annoyance, Matoba takes in his surroundings. Stone walls still surround, but the room is rather bare, aside from a few tools against the wall to the side and the conspicuous wall behind him.]

[With a cock sticking out of it. Hm.]

[Matoba stares at said conspicuous dong, noting its size with a delicate lift of his brow. Something about that rings familiar; and as he draws closer, he realizes why. Ahh. How fortuitous. The owner of this very fat cock had taken some liberties with him not long ago (in his opinion, how dare he so pleasurably make use of his thighs!), and so now is a perfect opportunity to teach him a lesson about swinging that thing around as he likes!]

[From Quincy's side, things are awfully quiet despite the obvious arrival of a partner, just the occasional quiet sounds of movement. But after some time and the sound of movement stopping by the wall, he'll begin to feel something- a heated flutter of breath, the light, grazing touches of fingertips tracing along his length, and then the warm, wet flicks of a mouth and tongue, helping itself to a taste.]

Rin Tohsaka | Fate/Stay Night | 9♣

[edelstein]

✧ 1. MAGE MARKET

(gen: scented goods, commissions, potion roulette)

Step right up! I've got plenty of goods for you to take a look at. I scale my pricing by Rank, so don't be afraid to take a peek. Not sure what you want? Pay a small fee and play potion roulette! Spin the arrow and take with you a random sample as a discount!

[What's available for the roulette is under the Potions section of her commissions post while her other offerings are also available. Unscented versions of the hygiene and body-care products are available for feeling out the consistency, and stuff like tutelage and possible enchantments are posted on board for examining.

While Tohsaka usually dresses like she has somewhere important to be, while she works at the market stalls she's actually sporting a simple hoodie and leggings combo to stay warm and comfy during a long day of (probably failing to make) sales.]

✧ 2. MIMIC MESSINESS

(nsfw: Frieren Gag Gone Wrong)

[While investigating the area one will be able to hear the strained sounds of someone struggling. Breathless, soft, and... wet?

Upon closer inspection one will find Rin's bikini armor yanked off her body covered in mimic saliva as she's surrounded by more than one creature. Her lower half is entangled in mimic tongue while her arms are trying to push away not one, but two more of the monsters attempting to bury themselves deep inside any hole they can reach. It's not long before she notices the on-looker, but that also means the mimics notice the newcomer as well.]

Hey! What the hell? Are you just going to watch? Freak! Sick perv—

[One of the mimics shoves its tongue in her mouth, and maybe? Maybe she deserves to be left to her doom if she's going to immediately start accusing people instead of begging for help. Or maybe someone could sweep away a few of the pushy creatures and use this situation to teach her a lesson about manners. In truth? If she's saved in the end she'll consider that decent pay-off if someone decides to take advantage of her position as payment for her eventual rescue.]

✧ 3. PERILOUS PLANTS

(nsfw: plant milking or vine bondage)

A. Dongle Plant

Stupid plant, just give it up already...

[Tohsaka frowns as she hastily pumps the flower's stamen. Its shaft harshly jerked in her palm as if she has no care for the plant like she would an actual person's, ah... dongle. Though if one were to watch her work at it long enough they may see Rin struggle not to put it in her mouth. Lips parting and eyes turning a bit hazy as the oral fixation problem she has starts to haunt her. However before she breaks down and gives in, Tohsaka notices she's not alone.]

Oh — are you busy? There was a posting to harvest from these things, so if you help me out we can split the reward.

B. Wood Nymph

[No actual wood nymph here, at least not anymore. Just the signs of Rin getting into a fight with one and being left out like laundry to dry. Vines wrap around her limbs like intricate shibari ropes. They hoist her up at a comfortable, easy-access height for free use. After all the plant creatures here are hoping Rin can serve as a distraction away from the valuable chests so they don't have to work as hard.]

You there! Help a girl out, won't you? I'll make it worth your while.

[And what in the world could she mean by that? Maybe a free item from her shop? Or maybe something to do with the fact that her body clearly looks like it was thoroughly teased before being left alone to be found.]

✧ 4. WILDCARD

(Info/Permissions | Don't see a prompt in here you like? Feel free to use this to tag in with your own or PM me for a starter. I'm open to almost anything, but have a particular interest in: Hatemance, Yellow Slime [sub OTA, dom for prev CR only], Erotic Escape Room [I originally made this its own prompt but want to leave it open to multiple kinks; pls msg me], and SSS Erotic Monster Encounters! I'm up for anything — my permissions can be a bit extensive but the quick overview: Rin is a bi switch, 20yrs old, and doesn't have an age limit lower than the game's barrier to entry.)

3a

[smokedout]

[A few things catch Dodger's attention about this scene - the phallic flowers, the moody speech patterns that tend to draw him in because he's consistently drawn to fellow brats, and... the look in her eyes, the particular way her lips parted before she called him over. He's got an oral fixation himself, and he recognizes that need to have one's mouth filled immediately.

He'd rather not act on it himself in front of a woman, just for the sake of preserving whatever's left of his very masculine reputation, but. Sure. He can help.]

Don't put your mouth on those, who knows what it'll do to you.

[Because it has to do something, right? It's practically telegraphing it with that shape - things that look tempting tend to be parasitic in some form or another, or they're a lure for some sort of predator species.]

And if you keep jacking it like that, you're gonna rip something. Here- move over and hold up whatever you're catching it with, I'll get it.

Troy Dantes | OC | 6 of Diamonds | M/F, OTA gen

[lakan]

ARMORER'S SHOP

[ Seeing the Rookery take over the hotel's lobby is a welcome surprise. He has only been in the mysterious Rookery a couple of times in the past, and now that it's back and here to stay for a while, Troy couldn't help himself and want to see anything interesting. The armorer's shop caught his attention above any other, as it sold weapons and armor.

Troy could only manage to afford a scant few pieces of armor. A pair of gauntlets and greaves left him with only enough money for a pauldron on his one arm. It left him to take off one side of his shirt and coat, exposing half of his torso. He had enough money left to spare for a small shield, and a short sword. He looks at the tools before him, humming thoughtfully while noticing another guest within his earshot ]

Sword and shield, or two swords... I can only do one combo. What do you think I should go with? Practicality or coolness?

[ He asks playfully, chuckling and playing with the weight of the sword in his hand. A machete-length, single edge blade - suited for his preferences. ]

TAVERN

[ Troy steps into the tavern, walking in slow confident strides and paying no heed to anyone or anything around him. His eyes were on the prize of the bar itself. While on the surface he has tunnel vision, Troy's heightened awareness allows him to pick up on things without needing to direct his full attention at them, so he feels no need to pick up the pace or be on guard. He sits down, orders a beer, and keeps to himself. ]

Figured you would be interested. Four tables to your right could start a fight any minute now.

[ Ah, good old bar fights. The table he mentioned has an indistinct argument going on between some guests. Alcohol and pent up frustrations make them almost inevitable. Not that he's not down for a scrap, but he figures it'd be nice to warn and get ready for it ]

FLOOR 1

[ Troy looks ready even before he and his quest partner descends down to the first floor. Shield at the ready, he takes charge and gets in front. It feels natural for him, leading, and his words feel almost stern when he gives out his orders. ]

As a two-person team, you're on watch of our rear and my left. I'll protect our front and the right side. Keep it tight and stay within arm's reach-

[ He says, heading forward without caution and getting straight to business. He lifts his shield by his waist and his weapon by his hip. ]

And point out anything unusual. Let's go.

[ Bossy bossy. ]

FLOOR 2

[ The combination of brutal chill and strong winds is unexpected as Troy and his partner got to the second floor of the dungeon. He can see his breath leave his lips when he sighs, then seeing it be carried by the gale. Regardless, despite being essentially shirtless, Troy keeps himself calm and focused on the threats ahead. ]

The wind is picking up fast with no sign of stopping... How're you holdin' up?

[ Troy asks, careful in his steps as he feels the winds starting to slow his stride. He's seeing what looks like abandoned campsites nestled in cavernous alcoves away from the wind, but it's quite the distance away... ]

FLOOR 4

[ Looks like Troy and his partner are in a more dangerous path now, with it being narrow, uneven, and slick. He raises his fist to signal a stop, seeing multiple paths forward. Troy puts his shield on his back and sheathes his sword. Taking a few moments to observe, there seems to be two options: ]

I think we can climb this rock wall. From here it looks like path continues at the top. Or, there's a short cut on the side, but it's through a narrow crevice. Any preference?

[ For a moment, he relaxes from his soldierly demeanor and asks with a friendly smile. Both choices would be annoying, so he wanted to ask his partner which they prefer. Heights or cramped spaces? ]

WILDCARD & NOTES

[ OOC: Any other ideas or routes of prompts above, let me know! Feel free to DM me for about anything, too. I'm easy. ]

Floor 2

[lucky_e]

[She gave him a lazy blink when he starts to slow. Things have been fun so far. And easy enough, as near as she was concerned. The only thing that really gave her pause has been the well-being of her partner, and anyone else who might be around.

Like right now, the chill is enough to effect even the most stalwart human, she knows. And with his lack of proper clothing for the environment, Enty figured he's probably feeling even worse than someone who would be more clothed. There is a campsite up ahead, she noticed alongside him, and she isn't picking anything up on radar, so it should be a safe rest stop.

Really, Enterprise would rather keep going, but- she looks at him as tye wind picks up and whips her great coat around, and threatens to blow off her hat. She decided to go with her usual clothing over anything in the armory.]

I'm fine! [She said over the wind, she looks fine too. Unaffected by the freezing cold, but hhow hes holding up by comparison she isn’t so sure. Moving closer to his side she shrugs.if her great coat and moves to place it on him.

She doesn't really need it.]

...But we should probably stop at that camp ahead.

kajiyama fuuta | MILGRAM | A♦️ ( current character )

[pyrolyzed]

i. specialty shops ( probably gen )

-- are you kidding me?!

[ An unfortunate visitor to the armorer's fine establishment might be greeted by the sound of that indignant yowling. The cause of which becomes fairly apparent after rounding the corner and laying eyes on the main store floor -- where Fuuta appears to be fighting a losing battle with the proprietor. There's no missing the mortified flush to his face, after all, and the fact that he's wearing an extremely lurid chestplate. Even if he's wearing a T-shirt under it, the fabric does little to hide the way the metal hugs right against his torso and frames the slightest tent of where his nipples hide. Practically metal lingerie, not armor. ]

There's no way anyone's actually going to wear this someplace dangerous! What's this even supposed to protect, huh?! [ The store owner sounds incredibly unimpressed as he crosses his arms over his chest and grumbles, 'Don't see what you're complaining about. That's one of my most popular pieces, and you're free to go elsewhere if it's not to your liking.' Fuuta, of course, sputters, ] Come on! You've gotta have something better than this!

[ And here, he turns to his unfortunate victim: whoever's been unlucky enough to walk into the store at this moment. (Read: you.) Despite the irate furrow of his brow and the growl of his voice, there's a desperate, pleading, and extremely embarrassed edge to his voice as he spits, ]

You agree, right?! This doesn't even count as armor! This is ... it's false advertising!

[ 'Please agree with me,' the look in his eyes says. 'Pleaaaaaase, please, please agree with me.' ]

ii. upper dungeon | mimic + mistletoe ( gen or nsfw )

[ Hi. Sorry, were you enjoying your time in the dungeons? Maybe that stops now -- because there's suddenly the sound of hurried footsteps crashing through the underbrush, wheezing breaths, and a panicked shout of -- ]

Move!!!

[ Right before Fuuta comes scrambling around the corner, running like his life depends on it. Sheer happenstance has him sprinting (poorly) right in your direction ... only to smash face-first into an invisible wall that appears to stop him mid-step and bring him crumpling back down to the floor, fabulously discombobulated and dazed. Clearly, he didn't see the mistletoe hanging right above you? That's his fault, not yours.

At least the reason for his panic becomes clear very soon: a mimic coming hopping around the corner in hot pursuit, tongue lashing wildly in search of an easy target. Fuuta still needs a second to gather his scattered wits, but he does stiffly try to crawl behind whatever character he's unfortunately trapped under the mistletoe with him ... to use them as a human shield against the mimic. Sorry not sorry. ]

iii. lower dungeon

a. chamber one ( gen )

[ This is not the sort of glamorous dungeon exploring he imagined from his beloved MMOs. And Fuuta certainly isn't being the glamorous knight of his dreams. Because the moment he's dropped into the mystery chamber, only to have the spiked walls start rumbling closer moments afterwards, accompanied by the declaration of, 'BE EMOTIONALLY VULNERABLE OR DIE!' -- he gives a loud yelp in very obvious panic.

His visible eye is huge in clear distress as he looks to his unfortunate trap-mate and yowls, ]

-- the hell does that even mean?!

b. chamber two ( probably nsfw but open to demolition option )

[ Well. At least this chamber's better. Or is it worse?

Either way, Fuuta's already been waiting a few minutes in the chamber when he's joined by his unlucky trap-mate, and he gives a visible flinch when that unseen voice bellows, 'EXPLORE KINK OR REMAIN TRAPPED FOREVER!' There's a pause before he mutters, ]

... hate this fucking place. [ And only then, turns to whoever's unlucky enough to trapped with him. Clearly evaluating them with a look over before he growls, ] Well. You heard them. Guess we gotta ... [ ... y'know. ]

c. slimes ( probably nsfw )

[ It is to Fuuta's meager credit that he's even made it all the way down to floor five! But maybe this is where he's hitting his limit -- because those trudging through the shallows might chance upon him struggling to crawl his way out of a deeper pool, stumbling and flailing under the weight of a slime or three attached to him. ]

Help --

[ Splash, gurgle, flail as he wildly windmills an arm in search of purchase. The slimes are making it just so hard to find his footing. And ... unfortunately for anyone who might be generous enough to reach out a hand to help him -- the slimes slithering over him also make him unexpectedly heavy and cumbersome to pull out of the water.

Which is to say, he might also be dragging your character down into the slime-infested pool with him. Oops! ]

[ ooc ; Can do any of the slime effects as requested, but will otherwise RNG any two of them for Fuuta, and would be happy to play off your character being affected by any combination of them! ]

iv. wildcard!

[ ooc ; Open to anything else! Especially interested in any sort of monsterfucking scenario (either character transformed into a monster via flora potion, or being boinked by the dungeon's monsters together), or body swap scenarios, but would prefer to write custom starters for those; please just let me know if you're interested and I'd be happy to set up a starter for us! Feel free to hit me up through PMs or at databomb if you'd like to do something and we can figure something out, fingerguns! ]

for WRIOTHESLEY | body swap

[pyrolyzed]

[ Honestly, he really shouldn't be here. He shouldn't have ventured into this stupid dungeon at all! But it all seemed so true to all the fantasy MMO stuff he's so used to -- how the hell was he supposed to resist the urge to go poking for just a little while? But a nervous exploration of one floor had led to one more floor, then stumling further downward while looking for the way out, and now ...

Fuuta is looks extremely tired and frazzled by the time he somehow manages to reach the sixth floor, though that also doesn't stop him from being as obnoxiously bossy as always. Exhausted or not, he still snaps at the first person to enter the little rest room he's hunkered down it, ]

-- hey.

[ Hi, Wriothesley. Not that Fuuta's actually going to greet him in any sort of mannered way, instead just pointing across the room at the other panel. He is, of course, already standing on one; this is standard RPG puzzle bullshit, he's pretty sure he knows what he's doing, hence the confidence in his voice as he growls, ]

Go stand there for a sec. [ And then, before Wriothesley can even say anything: ] Just do it, alright? I bet it's do something helpful. That's how this shit works.

[ Surely his judgement can be trusted! ]

Aurelia Sharr | 5 of Diamonds | OC (Current Character)

[aureliasharr]

Postings at the Inn

It’s lucky that the bartender is so… comically inept, it makes Aurelia’s task much easier. Namely, putting ads up on the notice board without having to justify it. Waking up in the lower levels was a bit of a shock, but the house’s whims have worked out in her favor this time. So upon the board goes two postings, the first a handmade flyer advertising Rin Tohsaka’s Commissions. And the second a poser of her own.

Guide
Experienced pathfinder and mage offers support exploring dungeons. Proficient in necromancy and illusions, capable of invoking arcane spells up to rank eight. Willing to forgo loot in favor of traded promises for future assistance.

A simple ad, but she’s indulging in nostalgia more than anything else. She hasn’t put an ad like this up in decades, it puts a small smile on her face as she starts pursuing the other jobs and waiting to see if anyone wants to party up with her.

Upper Dungeon - Mimics

Exploring the upper levels and sorting through the lower value loot isn’t the best use of her time, but the itch to be thorough keeps her crawling through every room. She only spends a few seconds peering into each container before moving on, until one of them pops up and a slimey, sticky tongue slaps across her face.

A Mimic.

Twitching, the slimey tongue coats Aurelia in spit before she lets out a growl and a few hissed words of power. An explosion shakes the dungeon, easily heard and felt from even the upper floors. Green flames blooming across the entire room, and if you didn’t know that mimics could scream in pain… well now you do.

The smile on Aurelia’s face is best described as monstrous, watching the creature burn. She really hates mimics…

Upper Dungeon - Potions

The third floor of the upper levels may just be Aurelia’s favorite, not to warm, not too cold, and full of loot that is somewhat useful and academically interesting. She’s sorting through a small pile of elixirs retrieved from a few chests in the middle of the floor, humming a mournful tune under her breath.

Should someone approach, she’ll look up to them with a small smile and gesture for them to come closer. Waving a hand over the various vials. “Greetings, would you like to try one of these? I am curious to see their effects first hand and they unfortunately may not work on me. I would be willing to make a trade if necessary”

She doesn’t seem to even notice the nymph curled up on the ground next to her, gone gray and twitching.

Lower Dungeon - Labyrinth

Forget anything before or after, this is Aurelia’s favorite part of the dungeon. She doesn’t even mind the heat too much. A Maze! A proper, real Maze! With Minotaurs! (The Minotaurs sadly don’t put up much of a fight, after she kills the first two with a single spell they start avoiding her). Aurelia could spend all day here, wandering the corridors with a bit of pen and paper, making as comprehensive a map as she can make with every sign of delight radiating off her.

Running into another party, she offers them a nod of the head and says. “Good evening, do you need assistance? The exit is that way, and the nearest ice room is just behind you.”

Wildcard
[(ooc: I am endlessly delighted to have a dungeon for my pathfinder girly to explore and raid! Feel free to wild card Aurelia on any of the floors or caught in any of the traps, and hit me up on plurk morgana9971 or dm this journal if you want to plan anything. Aurelia is more than happy to lend her aid to any novice adventurers who want a bit of saftey and assurance from someone more experienced.)]

Upper Dungeon

[redfortune]

[ Red definitely looks the part of a sexy adventurer, even if this is really her first time getting involved in something like this. She's got, basically, a chainmail bikini on, a cloak, and a sword. Hey, that works, right? She's been hacking her way through as best she can and she pauses when she runs into a somewhat familiar face. ]

...I don't know if I really want to play guinea pig. Knowing this place, they're gonna be all kinds of weird.

Fushiguro Megumi | JJK | 2 of Hearts

[shadowdogs]

1. It's Dangerous to Go Alone

A. Outdoor Market

[When your usual hangout place turns suddenly into an outdoor market, it's a bit of a whiplash. A perfect simulation of nighttime, snow, and an attempt at festive feeling is making him more uncomfortable than he's ready to admit.

Still, he browses the shops, stops at those that have a lot of people and commotion on and about. Especially the blacksmiths. He has to step aside when someone stomps out of it in annoyance, and edges forward to peer in and see what the problem is.]

Ah. That explains a lot... [He ducks when a piece of skimpy garment flies out of the door, followed by a would-be customer.]

B. Jobs?

[It's hard to take anything seriously when the one offering you a "job" screams "slaaay bitch!" after handing you pieces of paper with requests on them. There's no way any of these things are real. A dongle flower? Slime?? A beautification water?! He doesn't play video games, but this all feels like it because none of these things sound like actual things (except maybe slime).

...wait. Where is this dungeon?]

I have a bad feeling about this...

2. Down into the Dungeon

A. Wrong Room - ( can be nsfw)

[The (un)lucky person trying to open the door to a dungeon "cell" aka Megumi's room(!) is going to be greeted with a shikigami rushing their way with a growl and the owner standing down the hallway, hands clasped from a summoning.]

Who the fuck are you?!

[Megumi doesn't swear often, but having someone try to break into his room while he was GONE warrants it. Of course, the New Arrival is probably none the wiser about it- the door looks like any other door you'd see in a dungeon for "exploration", so their "attempt at break-in" is justified too!

Whatever they are wearing is honestly flying over Megumi's head, so perhaps- hunter is the prey in this one?]

B. Upper Dungeon - ( can be nsfw)

[Leaving this place be after it turned his room into a weird cell is not something Megumi is willing to leave unexplored. It's one thing to be stuck "outside" for a month, and completely different when the entire basement expands into how many levels?

With hands in his pockets, Megumi watches as his shikigami gnaws happily on one of the mimic chests, snapping it in two easily with its jaws. He's looking for a few of his items that are ~mysteriously~ gone from his room.

A yelp/scream from around the corner and wooden clattering will have him peeking over and motioning with his fingers for his shikigami to grab the chest and pry it off from the unsuspecting "explorer".]

Don't move, or that thing will grab onto you even tighter. [The ripped pant leg of the sweatpants he's wearing is the proof of it.]

C. Lower Dungeon - (nsfw)

[Apparently, the "job" posting wasn't lying about the slimes.

It's hard to read Megumi's face- disgusted or disbelief, perhaps both- as he steps into the flooded chamber and spots these things crawling and creeping around. He's trying his best to stay out of the way of both the water and slimes, but it's proven to be tough navigation- he does NOT want to use his summons to go through this, they don't deserve such treatment...

Besides, ripping it off his hand isn't as hard as it seems! He just doesn't want to, it's-]

Disgusting... [he grumbles, tossing one of the slimes on the floor with such force that it splatters. The effects are not visible, but they are sure going to set in by the time he reaches the end of the room. He's flushed and irritable, staring at the person just outside the tunnel with intensity and almost without blinking. And wading through that water did have its -beautifying- effect on Megumi- it is close to impossible to look away from him.]

[ooc: I'm fine with any slime effect you want!]

3. Treasure Room

[Honestly, Megumi feels disappointed.

Whatever he was searching for is not here (aka the cause of all this), and he's staring at the 'treasure' in the room with the jadedness of someone who's been awake for days(?) without little rest, sleep, or food. Not that he's in the mood for it, but still. He's crouched by the door in the treasure room, looking at everything on display, seeing people come and go. He's not taking anything, he doesn't want anything, and he's too tired to "advise" (aka stop) others from picking the stuff up.

He hates this place.]

[OOC: Feel free to wildcard me! You can also send me a PM or poke me at owlcore (feel free to add me :D!) to plan out something more specific or prompts that I didn't write (there are so many of them!). [Info & Permissions] & [Kink List] for easier access!]

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[bountyfull]

[ Vash on the ohter hand, isn't afraid of at least picking up the objects, looking them over with some measure of curiosity. He doesn't pocket anything yet, however, and likely won't. He almost misses Megumi entirely, playing at total surprise judging by the way he gasps and stumbles back the moment he "finally" catches sight of the crouched, dark haired guy near the door.

His gaze flicks to the door and back, before he settles a weary and apologetic smile on his face. The laugh that comes with it is airy. ]

Sorry, didn't see you sitting there. You okay?

robin laffite | visual prison | current player, formerly in-game

[sweetsong]

floor one

mistletoe

[ sadly, he's becoming used to being a part of the resort's whims. he might've been a guest a long time ago but now? robin laffite is simply a young man who gets randomly tossed into whatever the golden peacock wants him to be. while the carnival was a nice time, wherever he happens to be now is... dank. damp. dark. the flickers of torches that hang from the walls cause shadows to appear and disappear with even the slightest breeze.

and he feels pretty unprepared to be part of whatever game this is? it reminds him of a game he's sure he saw his twin brother play once or twice. except robin knows he's not in the role of an adventurer seeking treasure. how? because of the bunny ears and the little tail! that and the wicked looking daggers he's got dangling from a belt on his waist. who knows what kind of monster he might be emulating... this pink boy has no clue.

as he passes beneath an arch of some kind, robin doesn't realize something is up until it's very obvious--- he bumps into some kind of invisible wall. when he tries to backpedal? same result. whatever is keeping him from going anywhere is both literally and figuratively over his head right now. panic begins to set as he feebly paws at where the bubble separates him from freedom. ]

Um... someone? Anyone? Help?

floor two

bedroll

[ maybe it's the fact he's playing the part of a rabbit, or perhaps it's because he's simply thin-skinned to begin with, but he's freezing. it's even worse when the wind picks up and there's no amount of rubbing his own arms or trying to keep his jacket buttoned up that brings him any kind of warmth. in a way, it brings him some solace that whoever he's partnered with up to this point also looks cold, even if they also look really tough. ]

Hey, I think... guess someone left this all behind.

[ a tent, a fire pit that looks like it hasn't been used in quite some time, and what looks like a weird looking sleeping bag? as he crawls into the tent, he doesn't hesitate in pulling off his coat and immediately slips into the bedroll.

yet. ]

This is awful...

[ said through almost-chattering teeth. ]

specialty shops

snackies

[ look, who says a dungeon monster doesn't deserve a little break from pretending to be a dangerous little creature? it's not that difficult to backtrack once he's gone down a few floors, so now it's time for him to enjoy whatever treats the shops have to offer!

though for some reason, the jerky causes him some discomfort when he looks at it. he idly smooths his floppy bunny ears when he sees the sticks of meat that don't have any particular source. what could it be made of?

he's better off looking at some of the dried fruit and nuts, right? but even when he browses them, robin can't help but keep looking back at what he'd been perusing before. concern lines his face, lips pursed into a pout of sorts as he speaks his thoughts out loud like any other curious and concerned lover of rabbits: ]

I hope any other bunnies are okay down there...

[ though as far as he knows, he's the only one. is he the last one standing?! ]

ooc notes

[ m/m for smut. any and all roads can lead there! am more than happy to plot something else, just send a PM and we can go from there. tyty! ]

floor two!

[swordhardy]

[ Rokurou, on the other hand, doesn't seem feel the temperature drop at all. He stands without shivering in the gales, looking out across the way, as if trying to judge when the wind will calm. But there are no answers there—he turns back to the little rabbit he's found with a cheerful smile. Since the wind continues to howl, Rokurou squats and follows Robin in, giving the abandoned campsite a quick look over. ]

Are you cold?

[ As if the poor guy's teeth chattering didn't give that away. He's snugged himself into the single bedroll, so after a second, Rokurou squishes himself into it as well. Despite having been standing in the wind, he's warm, like a personal heater. ]

Let me help, I'm pretty warm.

penelope eckhart | death is the only ending for the villainess | 6♦

[hersatz]

— i'm not a fortune teller, i won't be bringing news;
CEDAR AND PINE MARKETPLACE.

[It's evident that Penelope has been doing some bartering of her own before setting up shop in one of the unoccupied booths in the rustic market; she's managed to get someone to hang a neat but somewhat crude sign labeled "FORTUNES" over its awning, and she's managed to collect a neat little smattering of crystals, colored glass, and polished stones to add that air of seeming authenticity to her salesmanship.

There's an irony, maybe, to the idea of it. The last time she'd been transmigrated into a video game genre, she'd had advance knowledge of the plot and everything that was likely to happen in it — and now here she is, selling fortunes in an attempt to do the same. Well, it's better than some things she could be attempting, and anyway, she's got to do something to set herself up for a trip down into the dungeon, doesn't she?

Passerby can find her seated in a booth with two stools for customers sitting opposite her perch, idly shuffling a deck of what appears to be tarot cards. The candle burning in the corner gives off a heady, spice-rich scent, and the baubles dangling from the support beams catch its light like miniature stars.

Come and get your fortune read, traveler? Maybe this villainess-turned-vaticinator will have something lucky to tell you...]

— of what tomorrow brings;
FLOOR 7, TREASURE ROOM.

[Understandably, it's taken Penelope a while to attempt a descent into the dungeon, not least of which because she's absolutely more of a ranged combatant than a hack-and-slash one. But assuming you're there with her, rest assured she hasn't been a total sandbag on the way down! She's a decent shot with a crossbow, for example, and her ability to cast a spell or two at a clutch moment isn't to be overlooked either.

But whatever noodle incidents you may have gotten into on your way down, at last you're there! The end! The victory! The piles upon piles of definitely not cursed loot! Such bliss.

While it's true that Penelope can't help but spare a glance at the heaps of wealth — and, admittedly, more than a few at the prettier pieces of jewelry — eventually her attention is drawn to the aged scroll near the iridescent door...]

This door will send one, and only one, traveler home...?

[She freezes as she reads it aloud, her face going eerily white. When she looks over at you, her companion, it's slow and nervous.]

Just one...?

— i'll leave that up to you;
WILDCARD & OOC.

[Want to do something else with Penelope? Feel free to toss me an option! For smutty things here is her kinklist, but generally she is open to characters 21+, M/F preferred.

Regarding the fortune-telling prompt, I am happy to do an IC tarot reading for your character; please feel free to tell me if you want me to rig it/draw your own cards or if I should just go wild on my own. Regarding the dungeon prompt, please feel free to improv some ridiculous shit the party may have seen on the way down, and I'll roll with it!]

treasure room

[workingslacker]

[ Honestly, Cale finds it very fortunate that he's obtained his necklace. Now that he has it, navigating the dungeon is a fairly easy affair for him. He doesn't really need to worry about using his Powers. Those energies are actually balanced, so there's no threat of them tearing him apart anymore!

Which means that he simply uses them whenever necessary. Neither here nor there, really.

Instead, Cale is far more interested in this treasure. "Treasure" that turns out to be something like trinkets. As he's looking through everything, Cale wonders if anything is actually valuable. He's thinking about the resale value as he picks up an Echo Stone.

The lady in the room only draws his attention when she mentions the door and how it will, supposedly, send one traveler home. Only one! ]

You can go ahead and use it if you want.

[ Wait. What? Cale says that without any hesitation whatsoever. ]

Cale Henituse | Lout of Count's Family | 6♠

[workingslacker]

UPPER DUNGEON

Floor 1

[ By now, Cale has gotten a hold of his necklace, balancing out the different elemental energies that had been threatening to tear him apart. As a fantasy novel fanatic, how can he possibly turn down the opportunity to go into this dungeon? Treasure, or the chances of finding some, is like a siren's call.

He is fully intending to go about this solo. 100%. So he's pretty ambivalent about anyone that is walking around or beside him. Cale certainly isn't expecting any plants mistletoe to be hindering any progress. That's when he smacks face first into that invisible barrier. ]

What the... [ Complete with rubbing is face and then placing hands out to feel out just what might be prohibiting him from moving forward. ] It's a little early to have an obstacle, isn't it?

Floor 2

[ Cale is leaning against one of the crumbling ruin walls, arms crossed over his chest. His gaze is shifted downward, as though considering his options. It's not the monsters that are vexing him. In fact, with a sweep of his hand, the wind picks up and oops! Off the monster goes, landing on the mossy stone below.

The bridge ahead is posing a problem.

As someone else walks up to the bridge, it disappears as well. Now he looks up, head tilting just a little as though he is thinking up another possibility. ]

Looking to get across?

LOWER DUNGEON

Floor 4 Chamber 1

[ Some people would probably laugh at the idea of being crushed by a boulder that has a nipple painted on it. Cale finds the very idea juvenile and exasperating. So far, the dungeon itself has been... Probably what should be expected in a place like this.

His hands are on his hips, looking around at the chamber that he ( and whomever finds themselves with him ) are in. Unfortunately, the trap his been triggered and the spikes are starting to inch ever closer. Be emotionally vulnerable or die?

Cale turns to his "partner." ]

How do you feel about just calling it quits here?

[ Because what is being emotionally vulnerable? Totally the worst kind of trap there can be! ]

Floor 5 ( nsfw: can pick or rng )

[ Cale is here for two things: water and slime cores. On his own, he's already collected some water and has a growing inventory of slime cores. Anyone watching him work will see Cale using a combination of wind and fire to take out the slimes. Easy!

But there are slimes everywhere, aren't there? It's quite possible that Cale might miss one. Or, perhaps, come across someone else affected. ]

Floor 6 ( nsfw option )

[ Anyone traveling with Cale won't find the heat to be too much of a problem. He'll quite readily use his wind to keep them cooled down at certain intervals. For a guy that likes to say that he's lazy, he seems to be working quite diligently to get out of this maze!

However, thing won't always go so smoothly. One challenge that comes up will be plates that he figures out quickly what they need to do. ]

You stand on the one to the left. I'll take this one here.

[ Not that he will be prepared for what happens next! Oh well. Cale's already swapped bodies once, right?

Alternatively, just when he reaches the exit, an arrow catches him. Right in the thigh - ]

EXTRA + WILDCARD

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Cale cane be available for just shopping or preparing for the dungeon crawl as well. Those are options as well. ]

Floor 2, the bridge mishap

[greatestworks]

[ And who should happen upon Cale than one of the very men who are likely to get cross with him for wandering unaccompanied into the dungeons?

It’s fine if Phainon does - he’s a seasoned warrior and excellent swordsman (though he can’t say much for the quality of the broadsword slung across his back) - but in his short time here, Cale has been a source of rightful concern for his seeming lack of care for his own wellbeing.

He’s dressed in a scanty chiton fashioned out of a white sheet, which covers only half a torso chiseled by hard muscle and only to the middle of his powerful thighs. His armor is even more abbreviated: just a pauldron across one shoulder and a leather codpiece large enough that, from personal experience, isn’t just for show.

In truth Phainon is mortified. It’s why he fashioned a chiton to go over it in the first place. ] Cale!

[ As expected, he’s marching up with his brow knit in worry, ] Did you come down here alone? Are you crazy?

keita mori | watchmaker of filigree street | 10♥

[keita]

— seasons come and go;
ROOKERY

[ It goes without saying that even the oddly charming, rustic paths through the Rookery market can't compare with the comfort and familiarity of Keita's workshop on Filigree Street, but even so it's nice to have a place to put his creations on display. He's taken over one of the moderately-sized marketplace booths; there's a lovely green velvet cloth spread over the table, and atop it sit a number of the clockwork creations Keita has completed over the course of his stay in the resort, a way to keep his hands busy when he's had little else to do.

The variety of clockwork devices is impressive. There are some items that seem more practical: a few actual pocketwatches, some cufflinks and tie clips, a music box with a tiny, delicate dancer inside. There are also some that are considerably more fanciful, like the jar full of clockwork fireflies that buzz and flit around or the basket of grape vines that seem to be winding their way slowly up the posts at the front of the booth.

Most impressive is, of course, Feiyu himself, Keita's life-sized and fully-articulated clockwork octopus, who alternates between climbing the decor, climbing Keita, and skittering around the market's pathways as if trying to entice customers to come and pay Keita a visit.

As for Keita himself, he can be found behind the booth, working on what appears to be a clockwork bird of some kind. He mostly minds his business—he's never been particularly good at hawking—but should someone approach his booth he'll stand and push his loupes up to greet them.

Or, if the approaching party seems particularly adventuresome: ]

I don't suppose you're willing to take commissions?

— searching for love despite the cold;
UPPER DUNGEON - FLOOR 1

[ The concept of mistletoe isn't an unfamiliar one to Keita, but he isn't expecting to find it here, in the upper levels of the dungeon that now occupies the basement levels of the resort. He's been doing a bit of exploring on his own, only in the top two floors where the dangers are minimal, and it's been a couple of hours since the last time he came across another so-called adventurer—and, having discovered a mimic chest only a few minutes ago, Keita's thoughts of the future are occupied more by trying to avoid another such encounter than by trying to avoid an encounter with another guest.

Which is why he seems genuinely caught by surprise when he passes through a doorway and nearly runs smack into someone else. Or maybe your character comes around a corner into the doorway and runs into Keita. Either way, it makes him jump a little and instinctively reach for the hilt of the sword he's wearing around his waist, although his posture relaxes immediately when he realizes there's no danger. ]

Christ. Sorry, you surprised me. [ There's some wonder in his voice at that. The last thing a clairvoyant ever expects is to be shocked by another person. ] I didn't expect to—well. We're in it now, aren't we?

[ A wry glance at the mistletoe above them, blooming from the doorjamb. ]

— dancing through the melting snow;
LOWER DUNGEON - FLOOR 5

[ With slightly better equipment now, Keita makes his way down into the lower dungeons as well. He isn't looking for anything in particular, merely curious about what the chests down here might hold—most people don't realize it, but clockwork is actually a hugely expensive endeavor, requiring both gemstones and precious metals to yield a worthwhile result.

Maybe your character encounters him in the middle of a swordfight with a slime, a far more arduous process than it has any right to be given the gelatinous state of them—Keita swings his sword directly through one of the clear ones, only to realize belatedly that the splatter of goo is going to land directly on a newcomer.

He shouts, ] Duck!

[ Or maybe it's Keita who has been lightly splattered with slime guts, and your character encounters him at the edge of one of the pools, doing his best to clean up the aftermath of the battle. It was only a light dousing, so at this point he barely looks any different—a little flushed in the back of his neck, maybe—but when he glances up and speaks, his voice has an oddly melodic quality. ]

Be careful of the mermaids. Sometimes they get a bit handsy.

— ooc bits and bobs;
FYI

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floor 5

[dullknife]

[He ducks! The spray of slime does not miss him entirely, but the globs of it that land on him mostly end up in his hair instead of hitting him full in the face, which is... better. Probably.

Straightening up and swatting the mess aside—or trying to, since it mostly just smears around and leaves a slick film on his hand—he has a moment to properly take in the sight of Mori with a sword in hand. It's unexpected, but somehow it doesn't look wrong. The way he's holding it even suggests it isn't the first time.]

I didn't know you fought like that.

[Though he's looking at Mori, he's on alert for any movement in his peripheral vision of slimes trying to drop in from above or anything else trying to sneak up on them.]

tseng | ff7r | q◊

[nonvoting]

— a second encounter with mistletoe;
UPPER DUNGEON - FLOOR 1.

Ah—careful.

[ it's a brief, mild warning as tseng comes through a doorway and nearly runs smack into your character. he's been exploring the dungeons, mentally mapping out the locations of various chests and some of the "monsters" that he's encountered, although by now he's aware both that the so-called dungeon monsters are in fact just new arrivals and that the chests don't always drop the same loot when they respawn. still, doing this sort of recon work is his bread and butter, and it helps to keep his skills sharp.

unfortunately, when he tries to take a step back to make room in the doorway—or rather, to allow the other party to step through first—he finds himself with his back pressed to an invisible barrier that seems to encircle the entire doorway. ]

...I see. [ he glances around, then up to spot the sprig of mistletoe above him. there was a plant like this last winter, too, and tseng remembers what it's supposed to do.

wryly: ] You're familiar with this flower?

— ladies and gentlemen, that's bukkake;
UPPER DUNGEON - FLOOR 3.

[ after having avoided contact with the goop that splattered from the slimes tseng took out in the lower dungeon, and having given a wide birth to the water in the pools of sexiness, it's actually almost insulting to tseng that what finally gets him is more or less flower cum.

he's not trying to retrieve it, although he did see the job posting that asked for someone to do so. in fact, tseng is trying not to pay them any mind at all on his way back up to the ground floor of the resort after having spent quite some time exploring the tunnels and chambers below. but just as he's making his way along a narrow path lined on either side by the phallic flowers, something in the distance makes a loud clanging noise—tseng's knuckles brush along the underside of the flower as he draws one knife—and the flower, embarrassingly, jizzes immediately.

it definitely gets on tseng, although luckily it mostly lands on his neck and chest with only a little splattering as far up as his jaw. maybe it also gets on your character, unlucky enough to be caught in the chain reaction prompted by this one flower's unfortunate premature ejaculation. ]

—Ramuh. [ he wipes his face and chin with the back of one hand. ] I'm not sure I want to stick around and find out what this does.

[ or maybe your character runs into him somewhere between the third dungeon and the ground floor, and is interested in helping him out with what's obviously becoming an, er, growing problem? ]

— wildcard & ooc notes;

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floor 1: mistletoe

[swordhardy]

[ While Tseng scouts for the sake of recon, Rokurou scouts for the sake of finding monsters to fight. As a war daemon lacking battle enrichment for months, exploring even an erotic dungeon scratches a long frustrating itch. Hunting mimics on the first floor is both fast and rewarding because they're so silly, popping up in the same spots over and over.

It's during his now-daily mimic crushing routine that he's caught beneath the mistletoe. What had been simply passing some guy turns into slamming into an invisible barrier. Rokurou snorts, nose red, rubbing and turning his gaze onto... a total babe. Then, he follows the man's gaze upward to the cluster of leaves above them. ]

Augh... that? [ he sniffs, ] I've seen it around the resort before. It's decor, isn't it?

dr. veritas ratio | honkai: star rail | new player/new character

[abust]

LOWER DUNGEON
FLOOR 6: MUSCULAR MINOTAUR MADNESS

[ a loincloth. he has awoken in all manner of ways and has ventured on numerous expeditions to all variety of planet in the cosmos, but he has never woken up so disgracefully. the… horns affixed to his head are already begging a headache. a great, double-headed axe is beside him. a labrys and most certainly another prop to this oh so ornate costume. 

it is a flimsy loincloth. that is his immaculate costume. a flimsy imitation of a minotaur. 

ratio is thoroughly disgusted to find that not only is the blade frankly impressively dull, the knob end of it tapers into an astonishingly detailed phallic shape. both ends feature this.... addition. on further examination, the seemingly elaborate fine details engraved into the dulled blades are of an explicitly sexual nature, featuring genitalia drawn as design.

it takes surprisingly little time to understand the bizarre circumstance he has been thrown into, that he is a vile monster mean to kidnap innocent adventurers. he understands the small pouch at his side is prizes any brave adventurer should be seeking, as well as diving further to some grandiose treasure room. thrilling. how utterly cliche. 

veritas ratio, being the good doctor that he is, has deigned to stalk the floor to aid the foolish. if he’s kidnapped someone, it’s only to safeguard them from their own idiocy by squirreling them into the den like cave he awoke in until they recover. ]

( ooc: ratio will be helping adventurers through the mazes!! and criticizing their lackluster intelligence and berating their poor decisions nonetheless!! he will help anyone succumbing to heat exhaustion (removing some clothes would help greatly) and similarly will be quick to rescue anyone struck by any arrows and may take an arrow to defend someone else!! ) 

FLOOR 5: SLIMES

[ the sweltering heat of floor six is left and ratio is pleased to trespass into the damp domain he finds. the sights are perverse, baffling things he won’t soon forget. he’s dripping wet, taking a short rest at a shallow pool of water to wonder of the sights, the torchlight flickering off the water and off the bodies of the impressive collection of slimes coating the ceiling of the tunnel. there seems to be a mass of them here, more than the odd one here or there he’s observed on the way here. some crawling along the ceiling and others following him like a puppy after it’s master. the variety of colors is fascinating and ratio laments not having the time to study the creatures. 

he has quite a healthy perch he has seated on, a patch of smooth stone not submerged in water and even while he tries to rest after a dip in the pool, he finds the ones in the pool of water seem to make their way towards him and countless expeditions have spared him the naivety of assuming harmlessness. paired with extensive education he’s well versed in exercising caution interacting with what he does not know. he keeps a respectful distance, no matter how harmless they may appear or how they may gravitate towards him, looking very much like jellyfish floating in the water.

he makes an enchanting image, wet hair brushed back, immaculately sculpted body damp and glistening under the torchlight with little left to imagine with him only in a loincloth. the combination of red and amber in his eyes nearly glowing in the firelight of one of the few torches he's found and appreciates. he's far from realizing the mere action of simply cooling off in the waters of this floor has glamoured him.

the tell-tale distant splash of someone or something approaching has his head jerking towards the noise. the small distraction is unfortunately enough to give the little slimes time to catch up to the previously elusive doctor if he's not careful. ] 

(ooc:  COLOR YOU WANT TO SEE? let me know! or give me a number 1-6 and i’ll make it random for us! )

UPPER DUNGEON
FLOOR 2:

i. ONE BEDROLL
[ as truly fascinating as the promise of treasure is — it’s not — ratio is venturing in the opposite direction. he began his venture dripping with sweat from the intolerable, hellish heat of the sixth floor. he has begun to regret ever cursing the sweltering inferno, because the loincloth provides no protection from the freezing gusts. he does not like to taste defeat, but he is no fool. he takes cover before he is no more. his teeth are chattering by the time he ducks into the safety of a cave that is simply too convenient that shelters a campsite that is similarly simply too convenient. the frigid winds snuff out the torchlight before he can even take advantage of it, his rather mortal eyesight treating him poorly in the dark cave and dim lighting. 

he knows he is not alone, but he sees nothing more than shades of darkness as he approaches both the bedroll and the other seeking shelter. ] 

I am more than willing to share, [ he grits out, teeth chattering. ] I hope you do agree that sharing a bedroll is far more welcome than succumbing to hypothermia.  

ii. HANDHOLDING
[ knowledge is something that ratio seeks like a man in the desert seeks water with a boundless thirst. after numerous floors of various challenges, ratio has hit quite the perplexing puzzle. this bridge that simply refuses to let him cross. the soft bed of bed moss below has caught him countless times now. humiliating. 

ratio could merely climb to the other side, it does appear to be quite possible. rather stubbornly, he has not done that, but returned to where he began. he has thwarted numerous tricks and puzzles at this point and this disappearing bridge is nothing a scholar couldn’t handle. he surmises quite quickly the root problem in his equation: he is alone. a dungeon that feasts on sexual encounters would hardly stand for that, undoubtedly. 
that doesn’t mean he looks approachable as he waits, shivering in the dim lighting. a nearly naked man. the axe likely doesn’t help appearances. he’s not purposefully stood in the shadows, but truly, the winds are cold and he is in a loincloth. the oversized axe he brings with him has a dildo on either end of it. this monster is truly not frightening. 

he might be a bit of a surprise when he demands the next person that approaches the bridge, ] You’ll want to stop where you are.

FLOOR 1: MISTLETOE

Excuse you. [ ratio has spent an unbelievable amount of time to get to this floor to be held hostage by a sprig of greenery. the withering look he’s leveled onto the unfortunate party to be trapped in his proximity is brutal. ] What is it now?

[ he has learned well by this point. this dungeon has very specific tastes for answers. he crosses his arms soundly over his very much bare chest. he still clothed in just a simple loincloth. some incredibly fake horns attached to his head. ] Well. 

I presume neither of us wish to stand here all day. Give me your hand.

  [ this scholar has learned one trick. however, it’s not the correct answer this time. ]

COMMUNAL BATHROOM

[ it will not come to l great surprise to anyone that knows the esteemed doctor veritas ratio that when he surpasses all odds and innumerable struggle and makes it to the top, a bath is in order. 

the bathhouse is terribly public and while ratio spends some iota of time thinking of the inevitable germs of such communal things, it does not keep him away. as such, anyone that finds themselves requiring a bath will find ratio in the depths of a lukewarm bath in a wooden tub. pathetic accommodations, but he will make do.

he is not just taking a quick wash, he has stretched himself out in the tub, leaned against the wooden wall, arms casually resting on the rim. the loincloth has been tossed aside, yet the horns remain well attached, and the double-dildo labyrs is set beside the tub. after such an arduous journey, he is eager to put it all behind him and erase this throbbing headache it has given him. he has procured his favored book and is deeply engrossed. 

oh, and it just so happens to be the only tub available. only barely large enough one can presume it is meant to be shared.
 
ratio looks to be in no mood to be getting out soon. if anyone has problems with the 'monster' in the tub, they are free to take it up with him. ]

CHOOSE YOUR OWN ADVENTURE.

write your adventure with the good doctor! OR: see a floor you’d like to encounter ratio on? leave me a number and i’ll get to it! 

OOC

new character, new player!! i am incredibly rusty, please be gentle! playing him pansexual and a top, i always assume early 30s for ratio... annnd i do not presently have a permissions/kink post open but like…… go wild!!!! no seriously though, i’m very open. if you have any questions/concerns just shoot me a pm! 

mistletoe

[lunarnocturne]

Ah, pardon? [Despite being clad as a sexy dragon complete with claws, horns, and tail, Flins' polite reply comes out evenly enough no matter how much Ratio glares at him. He regards the other man with confusion before he notices the dainty plant poised overhead. Thinking he's perhaps barring the way, he goes to move aside... only to find himself firmly rooted in place.] Oh. Hmm... Well, this is a predicament, isn't it?

[He sounds... almost amused? Certainly not mad or even annoyed, unlike his fellow prisoner. He's moments away from trying something when Ratio demands his hand, leading to raised brows and a curious expression. But he assumes from the other's irritability that this might not have been the first occurrence for him and that he knows the trick to escaping, and thus obligingly holds out a clawed hand.]

My apologies for contributing to our dilemma. This place does love its little social gimmicks, doesn't it?

Aza Toma | Jigokuraku/Hell's Paradise | 2♣ | current character

[fraternallyyours]

floor 1

a. misplaced items
gen; potential but avoidable references to incest

[At first, he thinks, well-- this isn't too much worse than the basement rooms already were. ...Even if he's certainly going to miss the modern plumbing, for however long the change lasts.

That relative acceptance, however, doesn't last long - the first blow coming when he finds one of his meticulously kept notebooks missing. He rushes to find it, of course, but... that's no guarantee that, whenever he locates it, someone else won't have already found the seemingly innocuous book stashed in a crate somewhere. If they happen to open it, the contents will fall into one of two categories: It could be pages upon pages of recorded information about the resort and its inhabitants (maybe even the reader themself, if they happen to know him!), half of it apparently encoded, and what's readable dry and judgmental, or... they may have picked up a personal journal. The latter will be comprised almost entirely of chatter about someone referred to only as "brother", the tone sometimes troublingly adoring.

In any case, the instant Toma sees someone else holding it, he stops short - and then strides toward them. Menacingly.]

Put that down.

b. mistletoe
optionally nsfw

[By this point, Toma is feeling... marginally more in his element. Most important, of course is the fact that finally - finally, after months in this hellhole - he's gotten hold of a weapon.

...He won't say a proper weapon, because the sword is honestly a little bit shit? Still it's better than being completely unarmed, and the comfort with which he wields the blade speaks to a confidence and familiarity beyond his self-assured carriage day to day. It's certainly more than enough for cutting down the few monsters that happen to wander this close to the surface, as he starts down the dungeon for one of the posted quests.

Until, that is, his progress comes to a very sudden stop, as he passes by another inhabitant and-- just, bonks directly into some kind of barrier.] Ow, what--

[Tentatively, Toma reaches forward, until his hand is stopped by that same unseen force, and... at that point, it is with a growing sense of dread that he turns to the person he had just been passing by.]

...Are you able to leave?

[He has his guess.]

floor 3

dongle flowers
nsfw, aphro

[Toma's approach here is... rather different than on the previous floors.

Here, he is substantially more cautious - on-edge, almost, his limbs kept carefully close to himself, determined to minimize contact with the unknown flora all around him. Those that reach for him or try to block access to the treasure chests are cut back with a viciousness he hadn't shown the monsters on the upper levels.

All the same, while clearly hating every second of it, Toma makes his way onward; he picked up a job to do here, after all, and that means looking for a specific fucked up plant.

...Of course, though, it would be too easy for the trouble to end with finding the alarmingly-phallic plants, filling up the bottles he brought with him, and moving on. Instead, just when it seems he's got about enough of the "milk" gathered - well, one spurting flower knocks into an adjacent one, which sets that one off, and... yeah.

When they're done, Toma is left holding very, very still, eyes closed against the sticky fluid now splattered on his face, hair, and clothes (and, quite possibly, whoever else may have been unlucky enough to be nearby when the flowers went off). ...Or maybe he's just mentally talking himself down from the impulse to tear the damn things up by the roots.]

...I hate this place.

[Does he mean this floor or the resort? Yes.]

floor 5

slimes (+water)
nsfw, aphro etc, see note!

[After everything previous, not gonna lie, Toma is... pretty relieved to see what looks to be some reasonably clean water - with more chests submerged below, even. Those chests prove even more worth the effort once he's checked a few, confirming their contents: He doesn't know how long it will be before he gets another opportunity to arm himself in this place, so he'll take what chances he can get to improve the quality of the sword he has gotten hold of.

He spends a while diving to gather those materials, stripped down to his underwear, clothing and supplies set neatly aside on relatively dry land. He keeps a careful eye out for the slimes (not to mention "feeling" for their life force as he goes - those clear ones are hard to spot underwater), of course-- but not even he can be sure of avoiding all of them.

For example: The handful of slimes that plop down from the ceiling at the same time he's hauling himself out of a pool, landing with little splats on his bare back.

Toma yelps, and drops the ore he'd retrieved from below in favor of scrambling onto dry land to slap the gelatinous creatures away - though, it's a little tough with where they've landed. Ugh.

His gaze snaps onto the nearest person, lips pressed to a thin line, and just... points at one of the slimes clinging stubbornly to his skin, while he manages to knock another off his shoulder.] Would... you mind getting that?

[...By all rights, between his undignified scramble out of the water and current struggle to free himself of a few gooey nuisances, he should look a little ridiculous. Maybe he does. After all that time in the water, though, making his already-pretty features all the more noticeable, that break in his composure may seem secondary to the fall of silky black hair he's pulled over his shoulder, dark eyes staring expectantly through long lashes.

Also, there is maybe a chance all that splashing may have gotten the attention of a mother slime, which might be crawling out of the pool shortly to cause more problems.]

(( OOC: I am good with any of the slime effects and/or combining them! Just bear in mind that Toma has a pretty significant sadistic streak to being with that he just doesn't often bring to intimacy, so exacerbating that could potentially get to be a lot. ))

tavern

flora potion
cw: drugging/attempted SA, npc death, transformation, spiders, monsterfucking??

[Toma is no stranger to the wandering eyes of unscrupulous men; it was a constant among bandit camps in Japan, in the Hong Kong underground, and, now, in the resort. This one, however, took things a step further.

He has a rough idea of what's happened here. This man - one he's noticed watching him a bit too closely, and by and large ignored - found one of those potions on the third floor. Maybe thought it was a love potion, maybe something else-- but, at some point, he must have found a chance to slip it into Toma's drink. Careless on Toma's part, he thinks, for it to happen at all. In any case, Toma suspected something was wrong only moments later. He was even more sure when this creepy stranger was all too eager to usher him to one of the tavern rooms to "rest".

On impulse, uncomfortably warm but clearheaded enough, Toma decides to go along with it; whatever the man is hoping to have happened clearly hasn't, and why just reject him and call it a day when he could make sure he really understands his mistake?

...That part might well be the same without the flora potion's influence. The biggest difference is in what specifically happens in that room - the heat under Toma's skin rising to a roil as the potion's invasive influence collides with the floral Tao already in his body, soft skin at his extremities hardening to a porcelain carapace and spiderlike limbs breaking free from his back.

The man might be realizing he may have used the wrong potion by the time Toma pins him against the wall and drives fangs into his throat, pumping venom into his carotid until his heart gives out and his frantic, rattling breaths stop.

Toma withdraws and lets the body drop to the floor, sweeping his tongue over bloodied teeth as he eyes the man's remains-- until his gaze lands on a shadow breaking the bar of light cast by the still-cracked-open door.

Well, shit.

His gaze - from eight eyes, now, six of them clustered around the ones he already had, sclerae all gone dark as his Tao continues to protest the potion's intrusion - flits to the person casting that shadow, and does not break away.

That's... probably fine.]

wildcard

(( OOC: M/M for smut, kink list here; hit me with whatever!!

Other thoughts I didn't have enough meat for to make into prompts: Toma will be shopping for a gift for his brother at the market (and "shopping" for a gift in the treasure room, in addition to what he'll be picking up for jobs or himself) and might be thinking aloud a bit. In the first room he will simply decide he can survive getting spiked; he's more likely to engage with the second but I just couldn't pick a kink, whoops. Aaand anyone in the treasure room with him is free to note that he loses interest in the door "home" the moment he sees it's one person at a time, he has no intention of leaving without his brother.

I am also up for both body swaps on floor 6 and mandatory cuddling/handholding on 2! In general, if you wanna try something and aren't sure, feel free to ask.

If you want to plan something, just hit me up over PM!! Also make sure to take a look at Toma's opt-out, he is a real piece of work. ))

murder twink kisses pls

[loosestrifes]

...What do you think?

( Maybe it's unnecessary, to be so sharp when Toma just asked a simple question, but Esikko is on edge. He can't help it! He woke up in one of these stupid dungeon rooms when he had been peacefully sleeping next to Ivan in the mid level floors just last night, and now he walks out his door and gets stuck with this guy?

Not to mention, just one glance at Toma brings back a rush of memory of his encounter with Chobe, up at the conservatory, and Esikko is quick to allow his own gaze to dart aside, avoidant. It's convenient, at least, that his eyes fall on the plant above them, and memory trickles in slowly. )

These things again. ( SIGH. ) We're going to have to kiss.

Henry of Skalitz | Kingdom Come: Deliverance | 6♠ | current character

[horseliberator]

A. Blacksmithing Problems

[ as soon as Henry discovered the markets and heard the clang of the blacksmith's hammer, he was on the hunt for that particular stall. what he finds is unfortunately pretty disappointing though. he's been homesick for the forge after discussing it with a couple of different people. and now that he's here, looking at the wares (don't even get him started on the armor he peeked at on the way, by the way), he's ... underwhelmed.

he is a pretty talented smith himself, confident in his abilities, but he still expected more from this. for some reason.

anyone visiting the stall at the same time might see that he's arguing with the blacksmith, trying to get him to understand what's needed to make the quality better or scoffing over certain (lack of techniques)... but customers aren't safe either. if he notices someone eyeing with the intent to obtain, he butts in. ]

You can't seriously be considering that. The work is shoddy at best! It will break the first time you jab it into some armor! [ especially that armor. ]

B. Medieval Latrine commentary (I had to)

[ of all the familiar things Henry expects he could see now that the resort has changed scenery again, the toilets are not one. he loves indoor plumbing, he's a really big fan outside of his confusion for how it all works (where does the water come from!!). the privacy of the toilet in his suite is also pretty great. so he doesn't particularly want the shit trenches back.

but he can at least offer a bit of encouragement for anyone who's distressed by medieval plumbing (or lack thereof) when they enter the communal privies together and someone seems apprehensive. ]

Oh, it's not so bad. [ he waves a hand ] Just imagine you being the one to have to muck it all out!

C. Mistletoe

[ Henry is the protagonist of a game with tons of quests and sidequests, so of course he's about to take on a whole handful of little jobs from the tavern (especially after a couple of drinks to really bolster that confidence). fantasy-style dungeons are not exactly the same as defeating bandits or fetching herbs in medievial Czechia, so it isn't all completely familiar to him, but he's doing well enough for himself. might even be a good person to team up with.

until he gets stuck under the mistletoe. he likes to think he's sharp enough to have been able to catch a lot of little traps and tricks along the dungeon floors, but watching out for a plant above his head? didn't even cross his mind. he twists and turns but it's like his feet are stuck in quicksand. he has no choice but to wait it out for someone else to come along (or, if you happen to be a team, for his partner to catch up!). ]

Ehm... little help here? I can't seem to move.

D. Slime crimes

[ Despite taking on the slime quest, Henry soon regrets it as he makes it to Floor 5. Mostly because the last time he had to "swim" (he can't, for the record), it was a really, really outrageously bad time that almost ended in death. Water does not in any way excite him. He's also not a quitter though, so he's sticking to as shallow puddles as he can, and near the walls. Unfortunately this means he's a pretty easy target for the slimes that are just sliding along the surfaces. Any color could just fall right on him and it would be too late to notice after the way he's stressing about the pools of water.

And then mother slime herself shows up and it's either jumping in or letting the enormous slime absorb Henry right into her gelatinous body. ]

Fuck no, I'm not going in there! [ he could take a little convincing, or he's about to get very, very horny. ]

Wildcard

[ there are so many options, I'm open to anything! especially exploring kink (he's medieval ok), sharing a bed roll, and questing more! he'll also be happy to help newcomers (cause that's what he really needed). smut and gen both Henry is OTA! hit me up at haurchefant if you want to plot anything specific, otherwise just go for it ]

A

[smokedout]

[Dodger glances up with a bemused look - sure, he gets having strong opinions about something you're an expert in, but this sword looks fine. Or at least, it looks good to someone who has no idea what to look for.

He shouldn't judge. He gets this way when he sees people skinning animals.]

Sure. But if the House is letting us buy these, then they aren't contraband. That makes them valuable.

[He picks up the sword he was looking at - it's his first time ever holding one, but at least it's intuitive. He's holding it up to the light, trying to see whatever flaws Henry is seeing.]

We could probably reforge this, fix whatever's wrong with it. Then you won't have to hide it, you'll just have a sword to carry around. Might be able to sell some to other people, too.

Aak | Arknights | 3♠, existing character

[malpwactice]

I. Upper Floors (I Just Live Here) (cw: breaking and entering?)

[The floors right below the markets are the safest of the bunch. Even if someone were caught by a mimic or a minor monster another amateur adventurer would likely show up. It's a great place for people to gain experience for it they endeavor to reach treasure by the time the resort tires of this gimmick.]

[Perhaps one ekes a bit of money and experience by thrashing barrels, crates, and running from the occasional mimic. In which case, every room could have a little niche of supplies. It makes sense to go looking around. Behind one door, though...]

Hey! [The old, worn-looking dungeon door opens to a weird mish-mash of dungeon and normal. There's a regular resort bed taking up most of the floorspace of the stone room. Among crates and barrels there are also some cafeteria wrappers, plastic water bottles, and clothes that don't match the new armor aesthetic that's getting pushed.]

[He's hung a sheet up on the wall to project videos from his Watch onto the wall. Some sex toy review is playing as he rolls over on his bed to accost whoever opened the door.]

Didn't you see the sign?! [maybe there was a sign, maybe it got torn down in the last crate-restocking]

If you're gonna interrupt then you better buy something! [he points to a dresser that's covered in plastic water bottles and glass fantasy vials full of liquid in an 'exciting' array of colors]

II. Upper Floors (Flora Potion) ("i can take him" cws: violence, altered states, only death with ooc communication; "... in a fight, right?" cws: quadruped, fantasy bestiality, altered states)

[While Aak usually avoids tasting his own supply he's not against it in an emergency. Too many dryads getting vines around his limbs led to downing something unknown and while the results did free him from the dryads, it's up to him in a few hours to decide if it was worth it.]

[By one of the paths that leads to the lower floors of the dungeon, there is a great stone gate. The dirt and leaf litter of the forest gives was to stone that would characterize the next stratum of exploration. By that gate are two pedestals. One appears to have a statue's rubble on it, as if it were destroyed ages ago. The other pedestal, though...]

[has a guardian. The monster has more body mass than Aak, with the back of the creature coming up to what would have been the original man's shoulders. slim and short limbs have been replaced with thick, muscular ones. An array of teeth are displayed by the monster's open mouth.]

[When anyone approaches the lion-dog leaps off its pedestal and roars, causing many of the plants in the area to release a puff of dubious pollen. Cue music.]

[While anyone who leaves the door along will likely avoid being hunted, it's possible the beast could get far too worked up in the fight to resist a moving target. This is the guardian that hunts evil, after all, not the one who defends.]

III. Lower Floors (Slimes & Water) (cw: varies on thread direction, can involve any slime solutions)

[No way is Aak wasting an opportunity like this to gather weird plants, pollens, slime goo, liquids... and of this could help make a breakthrough with his current plans or just a good time. He's more than happy to party up with anyone who wants to go deep into the dungeon and is relatively trustworthy.]

[Relatively.]

Help me get this one in the bag!

[Is he trying to shove one of the slimes into a garbage bag? ... Maybe.]

You know, I never had a pet, maybe this is the time for it. Shame there's not an orange one. Say, if I mixed a pink one and a yellow one that might do it, huh? Is that like fucking for them or something really weird?

[conversations you have in a dungeon]

IV. Mistaken Identity (The Markets) (cw: body-swap catfishing, semi-public)

[The body-swap trap was pretty deep in. Most people who still have to trudge through the lobby-turned-market may not realize that something surreal might happen to the people who venture too deeply. Either way, perhaps they're starting to get used to various strange glimpses of the stuff coming up from the dungeon.]

H-Hey... [a shaky hand reaches out to tug at the clothing of a passerby]

[This is Fuuta Kajiyama, or someone who just happens to look identical to him! Aak is trying his best to mimic the shifty expression, the distaste for all things strange and yet reliance on them for help, and the intense aura of someone you wanna poke at. He was going to do his best to get Fuuta a fun little blip on his reputation radar!]

One of those stupid monsters got me. [It's hard to tell from his appearance where or how it got him. He's slammed an oversized hoodie over the lurid armor but that just gives the image of "guy in only an oversized hoodie."]

To cure it, someone's gotta... lick it. [He's so pleased with himself for not breaking character and giggling.]

V. Wildcard

(if any prompts sound good and aren't expressed up here, go ahead and PM me and we can work something out! kinklist, permissions, and anatomy notes are here)

II. i can take him (in a right, right?)

[armwriostle]

[The flora monsters aren't really that formidable to say the least. He guesses that's to be expected. Aren't these type of scenarios where the farther in you go, the more dangerous?

Either way, when he steps forward and Aak leaps down, he already gets the feeling they weren't originally a beast that belonged here. Anyone could tell that the lion is much stronger than the usual creatures on this floor. It's thrilling, but it also gives that apprehension of not knowing what to expect.

Maybe it's lucky he ran into the beast though. Others might not be ready to face them, but Wriothesley is at least confident he could go toe to toe. Is that confidence misplace? He's about to find out.

Gauntlets materialize around his fists and he lifts them up. Ready.] Let's see what you got.

Vash the Stampede | Trigun Stampede | New/Returning Character/Player

[bountyfull]

I. Monster Problem
NSFW optional. GEN.

[ Getting shoved into the role of monster certainly isn't all that unfamiliar, but it's also certainly different here. Vash remembers the resort, though it's hazy and distant, just out of reach but enough to graze metaphorical fingers against. So maybe he's a little less embarrassed than he might have been otherwise. A little isn't a LOT, however. The costume he's saddled with is way more revealing than he himself is comfortable with, high tech implants zigzagging over scarred and patchy skin. He's done his best to adjust as best he can.

The mask that covers his eyes and hair is honestly welcome.

He's been meandering through the dungeon, at at this point he's busy untangling himself from some rather pushy vines that are currently curling up underneath the plant monster costume he's found himself in. In a fit of annoyance he yanks himself away from the plant with a grunt, stumbling back into the more open pathway in this part of the dungeon. The mask on his face gets knocked askew as he tumbles INTO someone, only barely able to keep both himself and the other person upright. With an arm around their waist he makes sure their feet are planted before taking a step back. ]

Woah, uh hi. Listen, I don't want any trouble. Let's talk this out okay? Yeah?

[ He laughs lightly with raised hands, the expression a little strained and flustered. Clearly, playing the part of a horny monster isn't something he's quite that practiced at. ]

II. Mistletoe
NSFW potential. Kissing.

[ He's read about mistletoe, at some point, a long, long time ago. Maybe it was on one of Ship 5's logs, or somewhere else. It's not like he's had any firsthand experience. So while he stares up at the plant like he's trying to decide if it was out to get him in particular, he settles one hand on his hip, the other coming up to rub at the back of his neck.

Eventually, he looks back down at the person stuck in this invisible bubble (yeah, he's looked for a way out, no offense) and offers a weak shrug. ]

So, I don't know if you're familiar, but I might know the solution to our problem.

[ and then quickly adding: ]

I won't be weird about it! Trust me, okay?

III. Rock Escape
NSFW optional. Kink Exploration.

[ Running is something he's good at, especially when he's not trying to find his footing in sand to do it. It doesn't matter to him who stepped on the trap (it may well have been him) but if he sees someone -- anyone -- also fleeing the tit boulder he's going to run past and grab their arm to pull them along. ]

Hey! Hurry! It's not gonna slow down!

[ He's not either. But he IS going to hold on tight, tugging the person along with him. ]

How's your endurance? Wanna take a chance? I'll catch you.

[ With jumping. How he's going to catch ANYONE is absurdly hard to guess but he seems genuine with the offer. ]


[[ ooc: open to winding up in either chamber one or two, will default to one unless specified! Kinks in his journal but I am happy to choose. ]]

IV. Mother Slime
NSFW. Heat/Rut, other optional.

[ He'd been made aware somewhere along the way of the request for slimes. Of course it was a little difficult to handle the things, but Vash tried to do so humanely as possible. They're living creatures -- he thinks -- so he doesn't want to kill them. But one way or another he winds up backing into the mother slime, summoned by Vash's activities with the smaller ones. Almost immediately he winds up getting pulled into the mother slime's body with a yelp.

It's difficult to struggle, absorbed well up to his chest as he winds up being, but he manages to pull his prosthetic arm free from the mother slime's body, and despite the haze settling in his thoughts he reaches out towards whoever comes across him and this really rather embarrassing situation. ]

H-hey, would you mind lending a guy a hand? Please? I'll owe you, anything you want.

[ He has a sack of treasure still, counting as a monster himself. But the tone of his voice implies something else, something a little more intimate. If he wasn't feeling suddenly very interested in the person in this chamber with him, he might feel a little embarrassed at the tone of his voice. ]

[[ ooc: can play with either the heat/rut side of things! Just let me know. Willing to combine other slime effects as well. ]]

V.Treasure Room
SFW, GEN.

[ Vash is already turning the pocket watch looking item over in his hand, but he hasn't made a decision yet. He's exhausted, sore, and his stupid costume is in worse condition than it started in. What he could really use is a very very hot shower. Exhaling a breath, he looks over at who he's in here with and steps over to them. ]

So... what do you think?

[ If they happen to be near the door that promises a return home, he stays very quiet, looking between the door and the other party, like he's piecing something together. It's only right to let who he's with go through the door, even if it only works once. He's only just found himself here, for one. The rest.. well. Unpacking that isn't something he's willing to do right this minute. ]

If you want to go, I'm not going to get in your way.

VI. Wildcard
[ Open to a lot more prompts, including but not limited to body swap, lust arrows, one bedroll. Happy to write custom starters or roll with whatever's written! ]


[[ ooc: Hi hello! Returning player/character! Not much of Vash's old CR is still in game, but I am down to keep it if others are, likewise happy to just start from scratch. Vash will remember being here before but memory will be patchy to facilitate such. Permissions/Kinks are in his journal as a note about xeno options. m/m m/f both welcome! I can be contacted over at kermitkin ]]

Wildcard

[armwriostle]

[The plant monsters really are no match against a man with metal gauntlets that can punch ice, really.

The potions really do remind him of what one can make through alchemy, which is handy. He doesn't drink any, not exactly keen to try them out while he's dungeon crawling, but he did bring a large bag he can mount on his back to bring back spoils to sift through later.

He happens to be taking a breather, finding an old tree trunk that had fallen and slowly being engulfed by moss as somewhere he can place his bag down and rest. It's a little quiet though, he realizes. No monsters within the vicinity and he hasn't ran into anyone recently either.

Like the area is being avoided. Maybe he's just being paranoid, though he glances around after a moment. Better safe than sorry, right? Best not to let a monster catch him unaware.] Hmm...