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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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Wind slows to a whisper when a moment ago it lashed their descent.
Right at eye level with Cale, a cluster of little white flowers struggle to grow on a tiny ledge in the crevice, their pale petals glowing in the golden radiance pouring down from just above and behind Cale. Haloed by a sunlike disc, his pale hair drenched in its solar light, Phainon opens his eyes, luminous and golden. ]
Don’t.
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His eyes only open when he feels they are slowing, blinking a little. Cale has no clue what's going on here. What the actual fuck is going on? Phainon can't fly -
Can he?
The "don't" has his attention snapping like a whip back to Phainon's eyes. His own widen in response to the subtle and not so subtle changes. Cale does stop, however, looking a little bewildered. ]
The hell...?
[ NO, SERIOUSLY. WHAT IS GOING ON HERE? ]
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Nothing about the rest of him looks practical, either; his clothes replaced by a dark bodysuit, half melted off a body hardened like pottery fired in a kiln, molten gold glowing in great cracks in his sculpted torso. Shards of gold protrusions jut through. The look in his glowing eyes is knowing and complicated, and when he closes them to tip back his head, they ascend to the ledge where they met; he seeks to guide Cale to safety before joining them.
Under his boots, the grass begins to wither and scorch. ]
You don’t look to be hurt, [ he observes with relief, ] I told you-
[ Still, a hell of a change. ]
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He still hangs on, of course. There's no reason for him to all of the sudden start to distrust the other. Though landing on the ledge like they do - ]
What is this?
[ No, Phainon. You do not get to lecture him here. This is something that doesn't actually look altogether pleasant. ]
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Instead, he responds with curiosity. Phainon's lips part in silence, the sizzle as the heat radiating from his body evaporates the moisture of the grass beneath his feet, the pop as dry earth begins to bake rises to his ears, and he gently nudges Cale back, away from the ledge's edge, and away from him. ]
This is... fury, [ And power, wrought bloody, ] And it isn't meant for you.
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Eventually his russet eyes meet the burning, molten gold of Phainon's. Fury, he says. Cale can see that there is much anger to be had within Phainon if this is what fury looks like. Something that breaks him apart and yet -
Looks so torn. An expression of despair and sadness. At least that's how it appears to him. ]
Turn around.
[ Cale wants to see it. Fully. ]
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No, [ his voice drags past his teeth like over gravel, low and dry, ] I’ve made enough of a spectacle.
[ This form is not the hope of Amphoreus but its rage, hollowed out by vengeance and brittle. Even its radiance can only burn. ] Hah, this broken body could still save one, at least… if only from the inconvenience of broken bones.
[ Phainon glances over the edge, half turning aside lest he clip him with a wing. ] It looked deeper from the bridge, but now I see it’s hardly threatening at all.
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I wouldn't have let us hit the bottom, Phainon. [ Blunt, to the point. Because no, Cale wouldn't have and Phainon knows this. ] Though I imagine being like this, there's not much that would seem threatening.
[ He's standing there, arms crossed over his chest and very clearly displeased. ]
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...
[ His golden eyes drop, darting away as he thinks, their glow still slightly visible behind his eyelids as he closes them through a slow inhale. ]
Even so. It... pains me, [ he says, as though mildly surprised, ] To see you suffer. [ He hasn't forgotten how this feels, after all. Some of that he could easily owe to being the Phainon of the latest recurrence, and yet... in his short time here, he wonders if the resort's dampening of the furious fire that burns within his breast might have turned back the cruel hands of time a little. ]
What are you thinking, Cale. [ That look on his face... he feels a little guilty. ]
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He takes a breath through his nose and breathes it out in a sigh as Phainon asks him what he's thinking. ]
I'm thinking that we're both equally stubborn. [ That's one part of it. ] We're not going to see eye to eye on this, because we feel similarly about the other.
[ Meaning that Cale does, in fact, not like the idea of Phainon suffering. Which he clearly is, even if it's not physical pain. ]
What I was starting to think is that this form of yours showcases some of the things that you hide behind your smiles.
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Cale's words bid Phainon to look at him with slightly widened eyes, lips parted. ]
This shattered, burnt effigy? [ he exhales a mirthless little laugh, ] Your powers of observation cut like knives. ...Do I truly seem so broken to you?
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That's the second time you've referred to this form of yours as broken. I don't think I said that at all. Is that how you see yourself, Phainon?
[ A burnt effigy seems to be accurate though. Or at least the effigy part. So when Cale drops his arms, it is to invade Phainon's personal space once again. Whether Phainon allows this or not is no concern of Cale's in this moment. Cale's fingers are tracing Phainon's form, right above one of those places where gold shines through. ]
What I see is someone using himself as fuel for others. You called it your fury, but I wonder why your fury looks more like resignation or sadness. It seems more pained to me. As though you're losing parts of yourself in the process.
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He shakes his head, firmly. Whether he means to reiterate that he shouldn't touch him, or if he's answering his question, Phainon doesn't specify. Perhaps he means both. That would be a lie, and he won't speak dishonestly.
A muscle jumps in his jaw, as his teeth clench; his blood is already aflame, but the heat growing in tandem is an ember of desire, fanned to life by proximity and contact. The longer he uses this power, the darker his suit grows, and now it lies pitch-black behind the leathery armor that encases his body.
Like a candle snuffed by an errant gust of wind, hair that glowed gold in the radiance of a searing halo returns to snowy white; his skin returns to its whole, pliant state, and the heat that radiated from him like a furnace retreats. His head sags from broad shoulders, but he stands firm, wings vanishing as though ignited flash paper, disappearing into vapor and light. ]
So it must be, [ he exhales shakily, ] So it has... always been.
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[ Especially when that descriptor is something like "broken." Of course, Phainon doesn't really give answers. Just avoidance. As per usual. This is starting to become a little tiresome, truth be told. Whichever that shake of the head is, Cale doesn't pull his wrist away from Phainon, watching as this fiery gold form poofs away into the one that he is more familiar with.
It doesn't seem like a particularly pleasant experience - not the transformation nor the reverting back. ]
Who says it must be because it's what's always been?
[ Actually, he wants to know what Phainon means by that statement. Always? Cale has his suspicions, given some other clues, but he'd rather Phainon confirm things himself. But Cale also has a feeling that he won't really get any answers. Again. ]
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He's paying for it now, and with it comes the wickedly hooked claws of sin and regret, unspooling the tracks of his thoughts and letting the psychological spectra that typically doesn't see the light of day drench every thought, every perception. For a breath, his eyes shake, before he squeezes them shut.
Unfortunately for the both of them (but especially Phainon), spilling one's proverbial guts happens to be one of the less sexy side effects of a Clubs suit in full activation.
...And the hallucinations, which are what he's more used to. They didn't set in first, which is the only reason he has no warning. ]
You can't understand. Your existence and mine... are too fundamentally different.
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[ Now he does free his wrist from Phainon's grasp. Mostly it's so that he can take Phainon's face in his hands. To provide some kind of grounding for the other man, considering there's something going on. Cale is pretty sure that Phainon isn't going to attack him or harm him, but Phainon is struggling with something. ]
You're also an idiot. Of course our existences are fundamentally different. We're from different realities that have different rules governing them. That doesn't mean we don't also have similarities.
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...That's nice-
[ Said in a whisper, when his palm clasps one of Cale's against his cheek. It is grounding, but does little to address the root cause. The scant chiton he had fashioned out of a white sheet has a hem that ends high enough that the mark, a band around one powerful thigh with a clubs suit sits buckle-like where the ends meet at the front, would be easily visible, if Cale's attention wasn't fixed on his face.
Between his hands, Phainon shakes his head, his mouth briefly pulling into a wan smile. ]
Realities... haha, [ his chuckle drops into something soundless that shakes in his chest, ] If only it was so simple.
[ He should stop talking. Split between two opposing poles - the onlooker listening to his own voice speak recklessly, the prisoner howling behind the bars in madness, desperate to be understood - he wavers, opening, then closing his mouth. ]
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To him, it just looks like Phainon is struggling with want to say something and wanting to keep it to himself. Cale's struggle is usually with "why are you telling me this I don't want to know" while also being invested in the people he keeps around him. A contradiction, yes... ]
Concepts are simple. We're the ones that make it more complicated.
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He yanks his attention back to Cale, ] It’s not real. This place, the food we eat, this body.
[ It can’t be real because they’re in it. Mydei and Cipher and himself, so how can this be real? This-
-they weren’t talking about this. He shouldn’t be talking about this. What’s wrong with him? ]
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Not that he thinks Phainon would necessarily hurt him, but he had mentioned fury and rage.
Yet his expression doesn't change. This place isn't real? Not the food we eat or the body? Well - ]
That's a distinct possibility, yes. [ It's a theory that he had thought of. ] Even so, what does that matter? It's real to us.
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He’s muttering. Something about ‘born of sin’ and ‘imitation of life’ and hey, it’s probably not a smart idea to follow a guy who’s seemingly losing his marbles in real time! ]