TDM 12

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WINDING MARKET
SPECIALTY SHOPS
JOBS & QUESTS
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.

A WHOLE NEW BASEMENT
UPPER DUNGEON
LOWER DUNGEON

TREASURE ROOM
OOC NOTES
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Scott Summers | XMCU | 4♣ | Current Character
[There's absolutely no way that Scott is waiting two hours for a single pretzel, that sounds really stupid. And ridiculous. He wouldn't even wait that long for a hamburger. Maybe a really good slice of pizza from New York City, but he'd just ask Peter or Kurt to snag him one. What?? He's not above using his friend's abilities to grab him something like that.
Unfortunately for him, they aren't here. And okay, maybe he is a little curious about why people are so excited for it.
So anyone that's either managed to grab a pretzel or is eating one right now will have a curious teen with red sunglasses suddenly sliding over to them. Hey, what's up, etc]
So, is it really as good as people make it out to be?
[Yes he is going to try and ask for a piece--]
crossing together;
[Yeah, good job, Summers, for falling through that stupid bridge. He should've figured it wouldn't be so simple as just walking across it, but why would he assume that it was just disappear like that? That's not how bridges normally work!! Sure, he can be glad that he wasn't injured from the fall, in fact, he's already sort of back on his feet and standing on the moss now, but it still feels kind of embarrassing. And stupid.
Although, at least he's not the only one.
Scott slightly startles as another body lands onto the moss next to him and while it's tempting to tease them, especially if they look bewildered, the fact that he's still down here too sort of prevents any sarcastic comments.]
Welcome to the loser pit.
[Okay, maybe one comment. He will allow that. He still feels kind of defensive about what happened and this is just one of his normal reactions when dealing with those dumb feelings.
But after a small beat, he will at least offer a hand to help pull his latest companion up.]
chamber one;
[Yeah so, landing in an unfurnished room with no windows or doors? Bad. And what's even worse? His optic blasts doing zero damage to the walls, hell, they barely left a mark after he went full power on them. Man, seriously, fuck this place that it decides to be immune to the only thing that he's really got. It's put him in a rather sour mood and doesn't make him the best of company; a fact that kind of stays even as someone else finally joins him in the room.
Great, maybe they'll be able to help. Or not. They can throw a party here.
Although, he doesn't have any time to sass his new companion, the mutant jolting as spikes emerge suddenly from the walls with directions being shouted out and really fuck this place. They're ruining Indiana Jones for him now--]
What, be emotionally vulnerable? [A somewhat face scrunch underneath that visor, though there's something both a little worried and maybe even commanding taking a hold of him despite all that earlier grumpiness. It sort of happens when spike walls start closing in.] Okay, say something then! It's fine, even if it's really embarrassing. I don't care.
[...Very supporting, this one.]
flora potion; possible nsfw, fine with gen
[He both feels like himself and not. Probably because he looks sort of like this, just with more red/yellow tone to his wings. Yeah, think Phoenix.
The instincts that are flaring inside himself aren't completely foreign, especially that drive to protect others-- and honestly only becoming even stronger if they are a friend. Him just wanting to keep those around him safe and then nest, let his wings cover them in a protective sphere and... something about that doesn't feel right, not completely. He shouldn't have that, but also, is it wrong that everything in his vision isn't red? That also doesn't feel right.
Although as he almost violently pulls away the monster that was attacking (or even just grabbing) his companion, or maybe just an innocent, with his talons digging deep into the dying creature's form, some red has returned to his vision. It almost feels like an improvement, but he still doesn't feel completely right, with bright blue eyes settling on the other person with him.
There seems to be a heat generating from him as well, although luckily he won't be hot to touch.]
[Or alternatively, maybe Scott can be convinced to just try the flora potion by the person he's travelling with, if to just let this start in a different way and with Scott more like himself.]
wildcard;
[Have something in mind? Feel free to PM me! I'm also open/interested in doing mistletoe, one of the slime effects, or possibly dealing with the other potions.]
flora potion
It takes him a second to recognize Scott, getting a proper look at his eyes for the first time along with all of the more extreme changes. But he knows the teen's face well enough, and that stops Dodger from doing much more than flickering out of sight, and then coming right back when he realizes he's probably not in any danger.]
...Nice feathers.
[Given how some of the monsters here are - and the instincts that were running through him the last time Dodger went through a transformation - he isn't actually sure if he's safe with Scott. But he's sitting up, wincing from some bruise or another on his back, and just... watching. Letting Scott make the first move to set how this meeting is going to go.]
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Huh, did Scott actually grow a few inches? Yes, finally reaching his comics height thanks--
He may almost look intimidating, but it's also clearly Scott in the end, his face even more expressive compared to before and clearly puffing up in some pride as Dodger compliments his feathers. Yeah, that's right, his feathers are cool. But beyond that, there's one thing that sticks out in his mind that he has to ask. Because he knows that the person in front of him is someone he likes a lot. Cares a lot about. Has a connection with. It's why he tore that other creature down.]
Are you okay?
[His voice hasn't changed much at least.]
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[That feels like a safe answer. He doesn't necessarily want Scott to worry about him, and he can handle getting roughed up. Plus, watching him kill something and leave bloody footprints when he walks over is extremely hot, but Dodger isn't about to voice that. In case Scott remembers it later and feels anything about it.
He hesitates again, before moving to get back to his feet. It's not comfortable, but most of the damage ended up going to the top half of his body. He can walk, at least.]
Are you okay?
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crossing together (impactful first meeting face-to-face)
I should've known...
[He'd be content to lay there for a while and sulk, but when the hand is offered to stand up, he takes it, not wanting to be
toorude.]Thanks...
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But right now, he gives him a small nod, like he's giving one last effort to look a little cool. You know, despite the loser comment. Don't think about it too hard.]
Yeah, sure. How about we both agree to forget about that?
[A pretty good deal, right?]
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I am not opposed to that.
[Mutual understanding on both being a little bit of losers and falling for the obvious trap that is a lone bridge.
He looks up and his eyes narrow even more, and he cracks his fingers-]
Are you fine with flying?
[It's probably considered cheating to fly through a dungeon and dodge the traps, but fuck it, he needs to put some ointment on his bruised ego.]
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gimme the wingy boyyyy
He'd managed to use the head of the axe he was able to get upstairs to keep its weird scorpion-stinger from landing a hit (and who knows what effect that would have had,) but of course that leaves him open for a swipe of the paw as he rebalances himself--
Except for a crazy fuckoff birdman swoops in and catches the beast in its talons, the daggerlike claws digging into its head and neck as it goes limp. Which means he's fighting a crazy fuckoff birdman now, which sucks because they fly and--]
--Scott? [Woah. He relaxes, letting the axe in his hand chunk into the ground (a bad idea, because the quality is shit, but he's hoping he can get enough parts to get it made better--) and resting against the tall haft.]
That... uh. That wasn't the healing one, huh. [All those potions look so damn similar. They need a labelmaker or something.]
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Also, ignore how some remnants of the manticore are still being gripped in his talons-- some of it dragging across the ground. Very attractive, right.
One transformed hand reaches out to poke Shinjiro's chest, the tip of his talon causing a small nip of pain, but he doesn't penetrate any skin.]
Not hurt?
[There's a feeling where he has to try and remain in control, lead the other for some reason. They were fighting together, huh? He follows that instinct mainly.]
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Not a lot of words. But that's fine. He can work with that.]
Nah, I'm good. Thanks for the save.
[Should he find the guy's shades? He'll make a note to look out for them. There doesn't seem to be any danger of lasers right now. Getting to see Scott's eyes for once is almost strange, though. Unfamiliar. It brings a whole new level of expression to the other teen (even if he's not emoting very much at the moment,) that would usually be hidden.]
How 'bout you? Feeling okay?
[He doesn't seem to have a massive birdman erection (unlike that time with the wolfman thing) so... hey, at least there's that?]
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wildcard~
Get away from me, you nasty thing— eek!
( Upon rounding the corner, he'll be greeted by a sight that's impossible to ignore, as it's currently taking up the entire pathway towards the stairs. There's Esikko, backed up against a wall with one leg extended to keep a large mimic at bay, both arms shielding his own face half-turned away. The mimic itself is bouncing eagerly, wet, slimy tongue flapping out and towards Esikko wherever it can reach. Across those guarding arms, far too deeply into one ear, and then up his pantleg, which makes him immediately jerk his leg back and kick with the other, pathetic and flailing. )
Ew, ew, get off, get off—!! Why are you so slimy?! Stop it!
( Met, of course, by a mimic advancing even further, because the more its nasty tongue slaps around and tries to shove itself where it shouldn't, the more Esikko reacts, and the less room he has to keep any distance. The sprig of mistletoe conveniently placed above him goes completely unnoticed, given the circumstances. )
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Honestly, the idea of someone actually in trouble gets him to run even faster than normal. There's adrenaline running through him, because he's been training for months to be a hero and this is finally the time for that and put his skills to use. Combat the enemy with everything he's learned, it's kind of exciting. Oh, and definitely make sure that the screaming person-- a voice that is starting to sound pretty familiar, is okay.
Is that Esikko? He's definitely one of his top guesses, for various reasons. Although, thinking-- hearing that he is in actual danger, after learning what he has been through, makes him even more worried. And maybe vengeful against whoever is attacking him. And rounding the corner...
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Scott will allow himself a couple of seconds of relief (and maybe some growing amusement) that he is mostly okay before jumping straight into action. He's able to fully control the output of his optic blasts via his visor now, so it's quick work to figure that output before releasing a sharp, red blast to hit the monster straight in the back.
Hopefully it's enough to get its attention and pull it away from the struggling prince. Just in case though, he fires another one of his blasts at the bouncing creature-- also probably because it deserves it.]
Come on, try and lick me instead, you stupid box! I'm probably better tasting anyway!
[...Sorry Esikko that you're being rescued like this.]
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( The first strike hits the mimic, and its tongue recoils from Esikko's pant leg at once. But it's good that second strike goes out, because it had seemed so focused on just trying again a second time. Now, with the force of the laser turning it on its jumpy little box ass, Scott is the one in its sight— and without much thought beyond that, it hops and bounces straight towards him, its slimy tongue lashing out with more length than it has any right having. For Scott's ankles, or his arms, or his face, wherever it can reach...
Esikko sinks a little against the wall in his relief, catching his breath. Even if he wasn't in any real danger other than being a little violated (and even that he has an alarming lack of consideration towards that being real danger), his heart rate is a little uneven, and his lungs are paying for how hard he'd tried to outrun this thing.
Still, after he's caught a few more breaths and wiped slimy residue off of himself with his clothes, his eyes slide back over to Scott, lips pursed in thought about those words just a moment ago. )
What do you mean by that, anyway, better tasting... ( punk )
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— flora potion; hope this okay, fine with taking it to nsfw
whatever the reasons were for her to come into the depths of this area, the flora and fauna clearly had all eyes on her. the moment she stepped in and began to wade her way towards some of the treasure chests, she began to find herself wrapped by vines and flowers, touching and fondling her in ways plants really shouldn't. )
H-Hey that tickles, get off of me!
( she managed to say in a panic before she waved her arms around and began to slap at things before becoming overwhelmed. thankfully for her, scott had managed to help her as soon as a monster decided to join in on the attacks. once free, it took her a moment to realize who was flying above her. )
Thank you so much, I don't know what I'd done.....wait is that.....you're the guy from the mind bar, Scott right?
all good to me! :>
She's okay.
He lets himself hover above her for a few more seconds before lowering himself to the ground, curious blue eyes searching hers for a moment, as well as double checking to see if she's actually injured at all.]
I am. And... you're Layla. [He answers, a spark of recognition finally appearing in his eyes, mixing in with all those harpy instincts of wanting to keep her protected and safe. She's like him, he remembers that. A connection of feeling kind of lonely in this casino, despite having friends here.
There's also one other thing--]
We're alike. [A growing smile.] We both like hot dogs. And music.
pretzel time
[Says Kazuya, stuffing more of the chocolate and caramel with seasalt pretzel into his mouth. It's highly unattractive. But also? It really is a good pretzel... Soft and chewy, baked to a doughy, light perfection. He can absolutely see why there's such a long line up.
But also, the King of Demons is too good to stand in a line, which means a bit of power flexing has given him access to them whenever he wants.
A nice way to say that he's stolen it.]
You should definitely get one. They're already out, from what I hear.
[Is he going to share? It's A Mystery(TM)]
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Dude, how am I going to get one if they're already out. [Then he slides just a little bit closer to Kazuya, eyes focused entirely on the pretzel that's still grasped in the demon's hand. There's still a good portion of it left, the warm and perfectly baked item that's covered in just the right amount of toppings, and he's totally offering to share.
That's what he got of this whole exchange.]
Unless you're offering? Thanks man.
[He's reaching for the pretzel now.]
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Hey, hey! Who said I was sharing? I got mine fair and square.
[No he didn't. But Scott doesn't need to know that!
Kazuya leans back and away from the mutant, as if to make his point more readily known. Share? His sweets? Not on your life, Scott Summers.]
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floor 4!!
And then Scott starts barking orders.
In truth, it's the nature of the room, and the order it gives, that has Yu bristling most, and sets off a natural stubbornness within him that refuses to give into the demands of something this stupid. He frowns pointedly at Scott.] Why should I go first? You say something!
[He's WAITING!! Except that the spikes are still moving, so he's also coming up with contingency plans.] Have you tried firing a blast at the spikes? Maybe we can find a weak spot to hit.
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I asked first!
[His own stubbornness rises, despite the situation, despite spiky walls closing in on them in a luckily slow pace. It's definitely still happening though.]
And you think I was standing around here this entire time with my thumb up my ass?! I was blasting the walls earlier! Why don't you shout Persona and try one of your attacks?!
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Two things are true, here. One, this is a bizarrely high-stakes situation, for this place. Lives literally hang on it. And two, they're both idiots. So when Scott raises his voice and lets his stubbornness get the better of him, Yu could be the bigger man, so to speak...but he doesn't. Instead he responds to stubborn with stubborn, his expression curving into a small frown.]
Asking first doesn't mean you get to give orders, Scott!
[Except that Scott is right; he should try to do something. So with a soft, annoyed grunt, he gives it a shot:] Atavaka! Brave Blade!
[Unfortunately, when the Persona attacks the spikes...nothing happens.]
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wanna start wrapping this up? :>
YEAH good to wrap!! c:
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All it took was one chest that actually contained loot for Nami to start checking every last one. Normally, that would be the practical choice, however based on the fact that she's been run up a tree that's now surrounded by about four mimics, maybe it wasn't quite such a clever move.
Perched high enough to avoid their attempts at jumping up to pull her back down, Nami rummages through her bag of loot for a weapon before settling on a handful of potatoes at the bottom of the sack of treasure. ]
Fuck off! [ A well aimed potato knocks one of the mimics over, which only seems to encourage the rest to double their efforts trying to get her down from the tree. ]
Somebody? A little help maybe?!
uwu
All the while, aggressive sounds continue to spill out from his throat, almost sounding inhumane and maybe just a little dangerous. It probably doesn't help that all of the mimics have been destroyed in a matter of seconds, with the harpy's wings flaring up in a bright red/orange color as the last of them lets out a dying noise-- wild tongue lying limp on the ground.
At least one threat is definitely over?? Though, Scott soon looks up at Nami-- sharp blue eyes focusing up on her. There's something almost foggy about them, but there's something clearing up in them-- like he's finally recognizing the person that's up on the tree.
He doesn't say anything just yet, but he doesn't attack either.]
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for you to wrap?
yep! :>
hey birdbrain
[Kill-stealer!! Kotone totally had that mimic (and whatever loot it might be carrying) on the ropes. It's so much fun to kill monsters for money, after all! She spins her naginata and taps the butt impatiently against the floor with an impressive pout at this bird guy who'd just literally swooped in and "rescued" her when she totally didn't even need it.]
I still get whatever it drops, got it? [she says before taking a second look at her would-be rescuer. That can't be... Bird features aside, this guy doesn't have glasses. Does Scott have a twin brother who's a bird?? He would have mentioned that before, right??]
...Scott?
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If Kotone squints and turns her head, there might be some remaining coins and jewelry to be taken though. It definitely goes unnoticed by the harpy, however, with his blue eyes shining in an almost frenzied manner as he looks at her-- at first something overly protective and fierce in them, and then. Staring right at her boobs and her overall outfit just because of how revealing it is. Scott's mouth parts, but nothing comes out at first.
Though, a last dying gasp and twitch from the mimic distracts him again, his eyes narrowing before he turns his attention back to it, with clawed feet ripping out another chunk of the chest and being tossed elsewhere.
And he just keeps on beating it down.]
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