TDM 12

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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.
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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
▶ 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.

nami (one piece live action, returning character/player)
– debased in dungeon (dungeoneering miscellany, the lower floors)
– so much for true love (♥the treasure room♥)
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– so much for true love (♥the treasure room♥) - I had to
I believe it is. Seems to be broken, though.
[ He hands it over to Nami to start rummaging through other items. Maybe he can find a new cloak clasp. ]
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Broken? Kind of hard to believe in such a stable place like this one.
[ Smirking dryly, she reaches for the compass and pops it open, studying the dial as she twists this way and that in her seat. ]
Didn't know you were magnetic north, Shanks.
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yours to put a bow on?
Wrapped and bowed - end
entrance
Nami! You're still here!
[ Or here again, she's not sure. Although maybe she shouldn't celebrate. Maybe it's one of those instances where memories get lost. ]
Re: entrance
I was starting to think I ended up in an even more fucked version of this place, and I wouldn't find anyone I knew.
[ She walks towards Red, all too happy to abandon the idle wandering she's been doing since finding the wintry marketplace, briefly touching Red's arm before the other woman's question makes her shake her head. ]
Was I missing?
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dungeon a
Thank you, but I doubt that counts.
[Emotional vulnerability is hard even without life or death pressure, though. He glances at the spikes on one of the incoming walls, trying to work out whether they could be used as handholds and if the two of them could make it to the top before being crushed and impaled. Possibly? Worth trying as a way to hedge his bets.]
Can you climb? I'll give you a boost. If not, get on my back. [He starts moving away from the center of the room, toward the wall of spikes.] ...By the way, I'm glad to see you.
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Of course I can climb. [ It's not boasting, just matter-of-fact. No sailor worth their salt takes longer than a heartbeat or two to scurry up the rigging in even the strongest winds.
Unfortunately, this isn't rope she's scaling, it's spikes, and the longer she ends up taking, the closer the other maliciously spiked wall will get to her. Nami dashes to Nanami, and, despite the circumstances, does manage a fleetingly slight, but wholly sincere little smile. ]
Glad to be seen, especially by you. [ Which should also count for vulnerability, but Nami doesn't stick around to see if the moving walls agree with that sentiment. She's climbing in a flash, quick despite the situation, though she does stop here and there to cast worried looks over her shoulder, ensuring he's doing the same. ]
What happens when we get up there? Run along the top of the wall until we find something that looks like an exit?
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Tavern;
Maybe she could catch Reira and stay with her.
She finds herself drawn to the quest board, idly looking them over with a glass of wine in her hand. Well, maybe the dungeon aesthetic could be fun if it meant an adventure. She’s about to ask what dongle flower milk is when she catches sight of her ginger hair.)
Nami— (She starts to say, before she quickly turns from her a little embarrassed. She’s never met her in person before at the resort, but she was unmistakably Nami, navigator for Luffy’s crew. She turns her gaze back to the quest wall trying to avoid eye contact.)
Oh! There’s a treasure room? (She says quickly, hoping the other didn’t catch her name just now.)
our moment!!!
Have we met? [ Uta's seemingly sheepish way of avoiding Nami's eye is just as intriguing as the other woman knowing her name, even if it could all be explained away by the high rank Nami once held here. ]
Do I get to know your name?
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dungeon c and im not sorry
Rokurou, wearing Nami’s body, gapes down at himself with a dumbfounded expression that should never cross the navigator’s pretty face. An expression that slides into an easy grin as “Nami” raises his hands to cup “her” chest, giving it a curious squeeze. It’s a sensation in palm so exciting that Rokurou looks back up at his own body across the way with roguish glee, ]
How do you not squeeze them all the time?
[ Squeeze squeeze, squeeze. He reaches back to squeeze his new behind as well, for good measure. So curvy! Soft!! Ehehehehehehe. ]
never be sorry for being true to urself
While he marvels at her figure, Nami looks down at his body, experimentally flexing her hands a few times as if to verify that she was indeed steering Rokurou's form and this wasn't all some colossal cosmic joke. The glee in his voice makes her head snap back up, eyes narrowing in a glare as she watches him palm her breasts before giving them a series of giddy squeezes. ]
Gonna need you to stop honking them. They don't come off. [ He shifts his focus to her ass, and she groans, looking back down at her body as she runs Rokurou's hands down his chest. ]
You're so...hard all over. [ Flexing one of his biceps, she gives it a squeeze before her hands are inevitably drawn to his ass, slapping at it with an amused chuckle. ]
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Floor 6 - Bodyswap
He only lightly registers that there's something off after a moment, and as he opens his eyes it's then that he realizes he's staring across the cramped room at himself. Wait. Wait wait wait.
Is that a mirror?
Vash lifts a hand up to touch his face but immmediately stops the moment when the hand he lifts up IS NOT a prosthetic. It only takes a minute for the puzzle pieces to slowly decend into place. Quietly, and with a voice that is decidedly NOT his own: ]
....Nami?
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The sound of one's own voice across the room would bring anyone crashing back to the present moment, and Nami is no exception, her eyes snapping open to take in several different insane things happening all at once.
One, she's across the room from herself, two, everything she sees looks a lot closer to the ground than it did, and, most unfathomable of all, when she brings her hands up to stare at them, one is definitely not flesh and blood like she remembers it being. ]
What– Vash?! Am I... [ Patting herself down hastily, the shock Nami feels written all over Vash's now wide-eyed and utterly thunderstruck expression. ] I'm you?
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Floor 5 - I'm thinking either Clear or Yellow slime?
But, too late for that now. He finds himself wading through the water, trying to fill the bottles with the water all around him so he can get out of here. He doesn't mind getting dirty for a good cause, but he's not really sure this qualifies.
When he sees Nami up ahead, he comes to a stop, staring at her from behind. Is he seeing things? He thought she was gone, gone like Reign and Hiyori and so many other friends he's come to know and miss in his time in the resort. Perhaps it is one of her variants?
Needing to know, he approaches slowly, almost hesitantly.]
Nami? Is that really you?
why not both?
She's not thinking about that right now, however, as the sound of someone else approaching sends a pang of concern through her, potent enough to contend with the creeping warmth that's left her skin feeling flushed in the wake of the slime that fell on her head just moments ago.
When Loki's voice follows his footfalls, Nami can breathe easier, even giving him that quietly slight smirk of hers as she nods her head. ]
Sure hope so, otherwise this place is getting much too good at fucking with other people.
why not indeed!
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Floor 5
[ The familiar voice comes from the mouth of the flooded cavern. When Nami turns towards it, she'll see Makoto -- clad in some sort of barbarian-esque, fur-trimmed, bikini-like "armor" that the hotel has no doubted foisted upon her, but Makoto all the same.
[ It's ... a bit of a shock to see Nami. A pleasant surprise, but still a surprise - and one that dredges up a lot of questions.
[ How long has she been back?
[ Does Mitsuru know yet?
[ Can she remember what happened while she was gone?
[ She's so distracted that she doesn't notice the slimes either, as she takes a tentative step into the room. ]
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It does suck that her boots with the fur have gotten wet on this floor, but she's not thinking about the unfortunate fate of her fashion when she turns toward the sound of her name and spots Makoto looking at her oddly. Less baffled than she was the first time she crossed paths with a familiar face. ]
Nice outfit. I guess I'm not the only one who got out of the weird chainmail bikini they were trying to palm off on people upstairs.
[ While they might not be paying attention to the slimes, the same cannot be said for the reverse, as already the clear slime that fell on Nami is back with a few friends, and dangerously close to getting on one, or both of the women while they talk on obliviously. ]
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a) market
She has to assume it's a trick at first, all apart of this crazy transformation and clearly designed to make her doubt herself. But as she draws closer it becomes startlingly clear that it is her, the woman she'd been missing so much- ]
Nami?
[ As she fights to keep the emotion out of her voice, she is hit with a wave of fear. The fear that the other young woman won't even remember her. There is a distinct possibility of it, she'd seen it happen before with those that return, their memories containing no trace of those they'd met here during their last stay. ]
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No, she and Mitsuru have never been ones for sap outside the times spent wrapped around one another in bed, but right now Nami doesn't give a damn about that.
She bridges the space between them in record time, and, without a second's worth of hesitation, pulls Mitsuru into a tight hug, her head turning so she can bury her face in her friend's hair while inwardly relishing the familiar scent of it. ]
It's me.
[ Her voice may be muffled, but it is markedly thick with emotion. She repeats those two words a second time while letting her arms tighten around the shorter redhead, obviously disinclined to let her go as she blinks the tears out of her eyes. ]
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🥹 they're so beautiful
🥹🥹🥹
women!
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slime time!!
...
Well. Without the weird kink factor this place puts on everything. ...mostly. Mostly without that.
He hears Nami before he sees her, putting a hand on his sword as he turns and...stops. He doesn't even try to mask the smile that sneaks its way into his expression.]
I can think of a lot of people who're gonna be glad to see you. Me included.
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It is good to see him, but, the wave of heat that moves through her when their eyes meet isn't something she anticipates, and the feeling makes Nami's breath catch as a faint shade of pink rises to the apples of her cheeks, the slime in her hair and on her hand already hard at work pulling her strings. ]
Oh, really? [ She doesn't doubt it, but she still chuckles in response, as her eyes narrow coyly, already taking a few steps towards him without thinking about it first. ] Not going to play lawman and thief with me this time, are you?
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– wildcard (🏠)
He deserves a nap. Yeah, a nap sounds nice.
Except the peace shatters with a sharp clatter followed by a frustrated grunt. Zoro's eyes snap open. The sound definitely came from inside his suite, and no one is supposed to be able to get in. Not without his permission. He rises instantly, the water running off his body, and he barely bothers to tie his robe closed before grabbing his sword and stepping out to investigate. The pleasant drowsiness from a moment ago is replaced by a sharp alertness, though in the back of his mind, he half expects this to just be another strange, annoying attempt by the resort to involve him in shenanigans. Probably as punishment for not fucking the horny plants or mermaids in the dungeons.
What he doesn't expect is to see Nami on the floor, flashing her delicates because she's apparently just... fallen out of his closet? For a split second, he simply sees her—her fiery hair, the curves of her body, the adorable frown on her face. If it were any other time, his first thought would be to question the ridiculous thing she's wearing. Instead, a memory slams into him: the last time he'd seen her, she had been cold, unmoving stone.
A slow, sickening thrum begins in his temples, but it's nothing compared to the violent jump of his heart. His breath catches, ragged and thin. All he can do is stare, willing the image to waver, like a mirage dissipating into the air. This can't be real, he thinks, and the words ring in his mind like a panicked, broken bell. He doesn't realize that he's repeating the words out loud, and the only thing that breaks him out of the trance is the loud clang of the Wado Ichimonji falling to the floor.
"—Nami?"
perfect. thank you for my life 🥹
Whatever she may be expecting on the other side of that door, it isn't a man's closet. So befuddled, that she might recognize these clothes if she looked long enough doesn't even enter her mind, Nami swats her way past shirts, at least one haramaki, and more than a few odds and ends that might fit the something black bill, until she's tumbling out of the closet. Falling to the floor in a thud, the treasures she's managed to stow here and there in the stupid skimpy outfit the resort put her in come spilling out all around where she's ended up ungracefully sprawled. Confusion seems to be the theme of the day for her, and right now is no exception, as she looks around, trying to piece together where she's landed, until the sound of footfalls and the shape of Zoro entering the room bring her whirling mind to a grinding halt.
A door marked home. Who knew the resort could be so cheesy?
There's no space for exasperation, not while the pain in her chest and the knot in her gut expands and tenses, until it feels like she can't breathe or speak without risking a cracked rib. This can't be real, Zoro repeats, and some part of Nami almost believes him. She's been burned by this place enough times to lead with doubt.
Her heart hammers in her chest as she moves to sit up, the shock of the moment making it impossible to do so with any semblance of grace. Not with her hands shaking, and her eyes rounded in surprise, staring up at him, seemingly unaware of the tears already streaming down her face.
"Zoro?"
💚🧡
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floor 3 wilcard??? so many options I am dead
It is after this that the signs begin to appear. A hint of a rumbling growl in the shadows. A rustle of leaves and crack of branches that is not revealed to be a floral monster. A flash of light reflecting off pitch black eyes in the dark. A glimpse of pale white fur.
But there, just before a grove of milky dongle flowers... the figments coalesce and become real, become a hulking beast with sharp claws and sharper teeth, baring them as it comes stalking from the foliage.
Does the adventurer fight... or flee? ]
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happy new year ♡
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stumbles in fashionably late - floor 5
That does nothing to satisfy the almost frantic urge to see her again, though. As vanished as his memories of the past several months are, his heart and body still seem to know the truth of it. They ache— demand— that he sees her again. Now.
The smart thing to do would be to gather information, but that urgent need doesn’t leave him time for that. He descends through the various levels fueled by well-honed instincts, adrenaline, and a longing so intense, it cuts into his bones. Is ti obvious the dungeon is just another way to force them to fuck for the Peacock’s silent amusement? Yes, but Sanji takes no chances, dispatching anything that gets too close with a well-placed kick (or three) and not bothering to hold back.
By the time he catches the glint of her familiar tangerine hair in the dim torchlight from a distance away, he’s lost track of what floor they’re on. A nearly triumphant grin lights up his features as the urge to surprise her— to pull her into his arms and pepper kisses to her lips by way of greeting— keeps his mouth shut as he rounds the corner. It’s only years of training under Zeff— of learning how to keep his perception sharp and senses focused no matter the circumstances— that let him notice the large, almost grossly swollen mother slime hanging just above the treasure chest Nami’s bending over to examine. ]
Shit— Nami— watch out—!
[ As if it can sense that it’s been discovered, the quivering mass of slime drops from the ceiling just as his lips open. Again, Sanji’s instincts know the truth of the situation— Nami can take care of herself, but she likely won’t dodge out of the way in time— and he leaps forward, pushing her back into the water and out of the way as the mother slime crashes down on top of him, absorbing everything below his waist as he lays prone on the floor.
It’s hardly surprising that he can feel something warm blossoming inside him— they’re all familiar with the tricks the Peacock likes to play— but even so, his attention is back on Nami. ]
Hey, gorgeous— sorry for the crappy timing. Was gonna try and surprise you, but this ass had other ideas.
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