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TDM 12
【 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
SPECIALTY SHOPS
LIMITED TIME WARES
JOBS & QUESTS
A MAKESHIFT TAVERN
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
GOOD LUCK, NEW ARRIVALS
UPPER DUNGEON
START THE DESCENT
LOWER DUNGEON
HALFWAY DOWN
TREASURE ROOM
IT DEFINITELY ISN'T CURSED
OOC NOTES
▶ 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.
▶ 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.
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What-- a ward?
[Natori reaches a hand out, feeling carefully for the point where his fingers hit that invisible wall. He can't immediately place the power behind it, but it does seem to extend in front of them as well as in the direction Fuuta tried to go. Could the mimic have thrown this up as a reaction to his spell? He'd had the impression that the mimics weren't that strategic.]
Feel around for the edges, see if we're completely surrounded, [he tells Fuuta with a matter-of-fact efficiency; surely Fuuta will just keep doing what he says?] ...Carefully.
[Meanwhile Natori fishes a single paper doll out of his bag and lets it swoop around their heads. The doll takes larger and larger circles each time, and doesn't seem to encounter any barrier. Once it flies well out of reach of Natori's outstretched fingers:] ...It doesn't block everything from going out. Or coming in.
[The mimic thumping against the ground in front of them manages to scoot forward another inch despite the bindings. Natori frowns behind his mask even as he gestures for the circling paper doll to smack into the mimic to rock it back The same amount. The mistletoe hanging above them totally escapes his notice; he's too busy trying to calculate how long they likely have to undo this before the mimic breaks free. More than the worst case scenario, since he can send more dolls out, but he doesn't have a limitless supply.]
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You want me to have to go near that thing?!
[ The answer, of course, is obvious. And he knows it, too. If Natori weren't doing ... whatever it is he's doing, he knows that mimic probably would have already eaten him, so things could be a lot worse than they are right now. It's just ...
Fuuta gives a long, reluctant groan, shifting his weight uneasily from one foot to the other as the mimic judders and wobbles again. But after one more moment of nervous jittering, he finally starts to edge away from around Natori -- though he makes sure to bark, first: ]
You better not let go of it, you hear me?
[ At least Fuuta does actually start moving after all that yapping, edging his way around the 'ward' with his back pressed against it, maintaining as much distance as he can from that trapped mimic as possible. And while he does briefly panic and freeze up when the mimic extends its tongue his way, squeaking as the slimy tip grazes over his ankle, he hurriedly manages to ... complete a full loop of the barrier keeping them trapped in place. He almost stumbles over his own feet in his hurry to return to placing Natori between himself and the mimic, once he's back to the starting point. ]
... now what.
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At least Fuuta does what he asks despite his obvious nerves. His hesitation does far more to soften the edge of Natori's annoyance than anything else he could have done. That's how a normal person is expected to react when there's a barely restrained monster just out of reach, especially if they didn't have any previous exposure to the supernatural prior to arriving in the hotel. Frankly, he should give Fuuta credit for trusting him to hold the mimic down long enough to confirm that they are, in fact, trapped in place nearly as much as the monster is.]
All the way around, huh... [he mutters to himself. They can't even escape by going back towards the mimic, apparently. Natori fishes another strand of paper dolls out of his bag and directs them to join the first set. Their combined efforts drag the mimic back a few inches, but Natori isn't going to be able to exorcise it from here; he'd need to set up a spell circle to lure the mimic into, and since they apparently can't leave this spot the only place to put one would be exactly where they're standing. It's not a great option.
The reinforcement set of dolls buys him enough breathing room to glance around the spot they've found themselves in. No signs of a spell on the floor, nothing on the walls; he steals a glance upwards--]
What's that? [He nods up at the bundle of... leaves? hanging from the ceiling. The same lone paper doll from before loops back around (the mimic whips its tongue after it on instinct only to get a paper cut from the surrounding chain) to fly up closer to inspect the mistletoe. Natori can't spare more than that initial glance before turning back to watch the mimic, but the paper doll circles around it before tentatively bopping it with one of its spindly little arms. Natori can evidently get some sort of info from the doll, because he adds] Some kind of plant?
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Case in point: he sure was quick to hide behind Natori after finishing his little sidequest, to ensure that the mimic gets Natori first on the off-chance it manages to break out of ... whatever the hell it is that Natori's doing to keep it in place. And he is staying firmly there, using Natori as a human shield and only nervously peering around him to squint at the struggling mimic.
He's focused enough on trying to make out any indication of what's keeping the mimic tethered(?) so close to them that he gives a startled jump whe Natori suddenly indicates elsewhere. ]
Huh?! Huh, wha --
[ Such grace. He's still clearly frazzled when he follows Natori's gaze upwards, squinting at the little smudge of greenery hanging overhead. And while he's definitely not any sort of plant guy, and definitely never paid much attention to Christmas customs back home ... at least he's spent long enough here to recognize it after a moment of staring. ]
Oh, that's -- ... uh. M ... [ what was it ] -- mistletoe. Mistletoe. It's some holiday thing. You're supposed to kiss if you bump into someone under it, I think it was.
[ It's only as the words leave his mouth that his brain catches up and starts connecting the dots. What they might be expected to do here, given the nature of this place. Uuuuugh. ]
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Rather than the resigned sigh of "what else would you expect from a place like this," Natori's reaction is closer to a sharp intake of breath like he's cutting off a curse. He has no doubt that they'll need to kiss to get out of this spot, and Natori has a ton of experience kissing near-strangers, so the idea isn't the problem. It's:]
I can't take the mask off. [He looks back at Fuuta, gesturing with his free hand as if it's not clear what he means by "the mask."] It's not... it physically won't come off.
[He looks up at the mistletoe again, then back at the mimic to gauge how much time they have. After a moment, he turns sideways to keep his body and right hand angled towards the mimic, then tentatively offers his left hand out to Fuuta like he's a noblewoman expecting a kiss for a greeting.] Worth a shot?
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[ It's a good thing Natori clarifies the mask physically won't come off, because Fuuta was clearly prepared to bitch up a storm about how now is not the time for being shy and refusing to take off a stupid fucking mask. As it is, the correction gets him to swallow his words with a disgruntled noise, though he's clearly still displeased with the whole situation. ]
I can't believe you're ... [ Lucky for Natori, the wet whap of the mimic's tongue slobbering across the floor has Fuuta jumping with a startled grunt, and he changes tack from his waste-of-time bitching. He instead hurriedly grabs that offered hand. ] What the hell's even up with that mask, anyway?! You know you look like a grade A creep with that thing on, right?
[ Followed by a yank up at Natori's hand, because Fuuta refuses to lower himself for this kiss. Still! It sure is a kiss that he presses to the back of Natori's hand -- even if it's kinda clumsy and rushed and definitely chaste. ]
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[Are their lips required to touch, or was it just that Fuuta's kiss lacked sufficient enthusiasm? The only way to tell would be to try it again, and somehow Natori doesn't think that subsequent kisses will get less hurried. Does he have any other options? He has some emergency spell circles in his bag, a basic one he could pull out and toss on the floor when he doesn't have the right materials or enough time to draw directly on the ground, but the mimic would still need to enter the circle, and that comes right back around to getting the mimic nearly on top of them before he can even start the spell. He pulls his hand from Fuuta's half-assed hold to run his fingers through his bangs in frustration, but the mask is in the way before he's able to do anything, just like it has been every time he's reached for this reflex in the past few days. He almost wants to start clawing at it again to see if it will come off in a moment of desperation, especially when he's this close to having them all open--
Oh.
He takes a deep breath to push down his annoyance and starts speaking, bulldozing right over Fuuta's inevitable panicked complaints.]
The mask was on display in my uncle's house, my father's youngest brother. Even though my father is the eldest, I don't have any cousins that are younger than me. The family was so afraid they'd have another child like me that they decided they'd rather not have any more children at all.
[He reports this in a brusque, strapped down tone of voice, as if it's something he's said countless times instead of something he's never articulated out loud before. And for a wild moment, he thinks it still wasn't enough, that he'd dumped this extremely personal realization on a stranger in the middle of an emergency immediately after being kissed, and it didn't even do anything.]
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Natori doesn't have long to enjoy the return of his beautiful face, however. The mimic gives another thrash, as if to underscore how little time they have. Natori hurriedly looks back to Fuuta-- not an inch of recognition in his eyes in the slightest.] I-- Ignore what I just said. Let's try it again.
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And just as he's about to snap that Natori better not be fucking around and joking about that stupid mask -- ]
... huh?! [ He can't even process what Natori's saying at first, with how out of the blue it feels. Something about how shitty his dad is? Or how shitty he is, for his family to treat him like that? Except why the hell is he even saying this shit now? And before Fuuta can even snap back a retort about how now is not the time for trauma-dumping -- the mask explodes(?). The only reason Fuuta doesn't stumble back is because he's already pressed back against the invisible barrier, and he just ends up just flinching in place, arms reflexively raised to protect himself, his voice cracking as he shouts, ] Wh -- the hell is that mask?!
[ There is so much going on. The mask is just gone? The guy doesn't seem hurt by the explosion(?). Also his face looks vaguely familiar? But before he can place it, the mimic jolts in place again, and Fuuta doesn't have the mental bandwidth to think about much other than the very simple thought of 'I want out of this stupid situation.'
So Natori doesn't even need to waste his breath.
Fuuta looks hurriedly from Natori, to the mimic, then back, before rushing forward a clumsy step to close the distance between them. Both hands tangling into Natori's clothes and yanking him forward for a kiss so hasty and forceful that their teeth click together. It's completely graceless and unsexy, but hey! It sure is a kiss. ]
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After a moment of being off-balanced from Fuuta's artless yank, Natori finds the angle that lets him participate enough to properly call this a kiss instead of fumbling their faces together. Natori's good at making kisses look good, but there's no sense in lingering on this one unless the mistletoe demands it. All the unnecessary flourishes that he might perform on set-- concern for how the kiss reads on camera, keeping lines of sight unobstructed, taking care not to disrupt complicated hairstyles that would take too long to reset for subsequent takes-- are second nature, but still take a modicum of his attention that he doesn't have to spare while he's trying to hold the mimic back at the same time. Instead, there's another loud thump from the mimic, and Natori tears himself out of Fuuta's grasp to see the mimic scrape itself another inch forward.]
Try backing up. [He throws his last handful of dolls to drag the mimic to a stop again, this time close enough that the tongue could wrap halfway around his ankle. If this wasn't good enough for the stupid plant to let them out, he's going to have to come up with something really creative to get them out of this. At least he's no stranger to abruptly calling cut on a kissing scene; they can unpack all of this later once they have a little breathing room, but for now he'll need to focus everything on holding the mimic at bay.]