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Due to a high volume of check-ins, temporary accommodations have been made in our mid-rank suites for all new arrivals. We ask current mid-rank guests to welcome any new arrivals that may temporarily be assigned to their room while we process reservations.
Exciting news! The Phoenix Casino has undergone a renovation. Guests are invited to come enjoy refreshed facilities, games, and lounges. We don't think you'll ever want to leave!
Additionally, the casino will be hosting an upper rank soiree at the end of the month. All guests rank 9 and above are invited to attend. Any +1s of low rank may only attend as a pet or personal attendant. Otherwise, low ranks are not welcome.
We aim to have all guests moved into their suites as soon as possible. We deeply apologize for any inconvenience! 】
▶ BLANKET CW: alcohol; anonymous; BDSM; confessions; costumes; dubcon; entrapment; gambling, hierarchy; pet play; power dynamics; public sex; punishment; sex toys; supernatural
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Hi mods! Quick question -- I'm interested in TDMing a character who comes from a "ghosts are actually omnipresent, you just can't see them unless you have a sixth sense" type setting. Can I ask if the resort is similarly populated with usually-unseen ghosts, or if the ones that do show themselves are the only ones present?
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Ashiya Douman | A Terrified Teacher at Ghoul School! (Yohaji!)
[Over the last thousand years, Douman has largely been the one being served drinks. He's not terribly keen on the sudden change, and less keen on the outfit change. Some male bunnies are walking around bare-chested in speedos, but not Douman. He's a six-foot-tall, grown man walking around in a female bunny suit with fishnets all the way up to his hips. He's used to the heels, at least.
[It's not the lack of dignity, really. It's serving expensive cocktails to other people when he should be the one drinking them. This is supposed to be his dream vacation! He also does not have the chest for this outfit. Couldn't they at least given him a fake pair of tits or something?]
Here you are. [Pleasant as punch! He hands the drink over. Why isn't he smiling?]
2 - judgmental john;
Now, this is an interesting game...
[Douman doesn't like it, but that isn't clear. He sounds and smiles intrigued, something smoldering in mismatched eyes as he watches the painting. They narrow. He turns to his partner, a fellow trapped guest.]
You first. I'm so well-behaved, it's hard to think of anything.
3 - dirty dice;
[Now this is the game he's been waiting for. Douman has no oppositions to drinks, gambling, and sex on an all-inclusive resort, but after spending half his time serving drinks or trapped in the bathroom, he's eager to engage as a proper guest. He inclines his head toward the person (or people) across from him.]
I'll give you the first roll - before I do, though...
How do we feel about raising the stakes?
4 - date night;
[The lounge is a nice change of pace. Douman is usually warmly and thoroughly drunk by the time he gets there. The sex has been enjoyable enough without all the social foreplay, but he doesn't mind a date, or the opportunity to get to know someone. The first question amuses the over one-thousand-year-old youkai.]
What, in your opinion, makes a "good life"? Big picture.
wildcard/prefs; ((Hello! I'm Pan! Feel free to wildcard anything @ me and hit me up via pm or plurk @ pantheraliam if you want to plot.
((Douman is over 1,000 years old but appears about 20. M/F, M/M, and M/NB is all good. 18+ will need some CR development, but I'm interested in gen to start and smut eventually. Here is his permissions post & kink list.))
[ He should have expected something like this. Really, it's his own fault for making use of the restrooms within the casino at all and not just going back to his own room. Stupid, stupid...
Maruki heaves a sigh, eyes roving from the painting to the man at the sink next to him as he dries off his hands. ]
Do I look like someone who isn't well-behaved?
[ His sweater vest is tucked into his trousers, so... ]
[Justine loves to make an appearance. The casino, this particular one, seems to give her the opportunity to do just that. Dressed in her best, her finest dress and her hair curled and pinned up, she strolls inside, plucks a drink from passing staff, and sips at it while she surveys the scene.
Beautiful.
Of course she’s going to the slot machines first. Justine needs money to keep up her own lavish lifestyle, even here, and what’s better than getting paid to do the most? Or to be the most, in Justine’s case.
She pulls the black slot machine with ease and giggles with delight when it reads: Oral sex with dark hair under table.
Well, she’s certainly not above getting her dress dirty in the spirit of a little fun. So she approaches anyone she can with dark hair- gender has no meaning- and slides a hand along their shoulder from wherever they’re sitting.]
I have a problem and I think you could help me solve it. What do you say?
sex toy roulette - nsfw
[Justine wants that fucking 24 hour pampering. She wants those topless servants and she wants that goddamn royal experience. She’s earned it by being very good and doing everything she’s supposed to, dammit. She’s going to spin that wheel any number of times before it happens.
The first time, she gets massage oil. She doesn’t mind using this, and tosses it between her hands before finding her lucky victim friend or stranger.]
Come with me. I have a surprise for you. [And she will hold it up for them.] I promise it will be worth your time.
[Another time, she ends up with fishnet stockings. She wears them under her dress and lifts her skirt a little to show a willing participant.]
How many chips for you to take these off with your teeth?
[The last time is when she gets her prize, and she doesn’t look back.]
peacock lounge - gen
[Conversation isn’t really her forte, but she’s willing to go along with it for the sake of taking a small break. And it’s nice to get to know people. Even people she might already know. She shuffles the cards and picks the top one.]
Oh! I like this one. Feel free to tell me everything.
What is one obscure interest that you have?
teasing trio
[Being caught in the washroom is one thing. But being forced to sit and entertain paintings is another. God, if only her own paintings could talk.
That’s certainly not something she’s going to hope for right now, though.]
Well, I suppose I can sympathize with ennui. Come now. [And she will turn to her companion.]
Tell me how pretty I am and I shall do the same for you!
wildcard
[ Hit me up on DM or waningsunflower if you want to do some plotting!]
[ Red's trying to pass the time. Which is easy enough, honestly. The casino makes time flow in weird ways. She's a little distracted, focusing on the table in front of her, and the touch on her shoulder makes her glance up with a slight start.
She takes in the newcomer with a furrowed brow. ]
A problem? What's up? [ Her natural urge to be helpful overwhelms everything else... ]
[Gambling isn’t really Arthur’s vice, but he has to admit that the whole thing has him curious. Still, he has to psych himself up before he barges in, especially because he’s decided to try this alone for once. John can tell him about it later; Arthur’s sticking to the tried and true now. Dressed in a nice suit, gloves on, as always, he takes a few drinks and settles into a table. The cards are a saving grace, and he will start out with a smile and a bit of a stutter before the question.]
How many chances do you give a person before you write them off?
[Or, perhaps:]
How often do you find yourself daydreaming?
[Or, with a bit of a blush, he clears his throat and manages to ask:]
What is something you do not understand about the opposite sex?
Slot Machines - Gen
[Truly, how hard could it possibly be? Arthur steps up to the red - he’s seen what’s on the black and has no desire to do any of that (yet). But this is something he thinks he can do. He's hoping to be able to simply hold the hand of a friend. Perhaps he might even get lucky and be able to use John for most of it. But of course that's not at all how it goes. The resort seems to know better than that. He pulls the lever and gets Flirt With a Stranger Against the Wall.
Well.
He isn’t hurting for chips, but he could always do this. Flirting isn’t so hard. It’s not so bad! He can do this!
He finds a stranger and stands close, taking a drink of his second (third?) cocktail.]
I’d like to tell you something but - perhaps we could do it there? [He gestures to the wall behind them.
Smooth.]
Dirty Dice - Gen/NSFW
[He is a few drinks in at this point and feeling a little more daring. He rolls the dice a little clumsily but he smiles all the same.]
Compliment Hand. Well, let me see it so I can do it properly. [And he will hold out a gloved hand for theirs.
But sometimes it doesn’t go that smoothly. Sometimes he rolls and an immediate blush sets on his cheeks.]
Lick - lick nipple.
Ah. Well.
Wildcard
[Arthur is going to be through the casino and lounge, poking his head into places that he probably wouldn’t otherwise. He’s going to stay a bit drunk, but that just means that he’s going to be a little nicer than usual. Hit me up on DM or waningsunflower if you want to do some plotting!]
[ Corbeau has never had much interest in gambling. Winning through actual skill is much more satisfying, and in his experience much more lucrative. What he is interested in are the guests. He's been personally dissatisfied with how slowly he's been able to do the kind of networking he's wanted to accomplish, and what better way to fix that then by throwing himself into a crowded casino?
It's a pity he's also not a huge fan of huge parties, but he's going to push through that discomfort. Drinks help.
It reminds him of his repeated visits to the Game Corner in Celadon under the care of his 'boss' in Kanto. People glued to machines, repeated pulling of levers as their eyes remain fixated on the spinning barrels. The same regulars would be there from sun up to sun down, claiming their 'lucky' machines and fiercely guarding them from competition. It was a very profitable venture for his boss, but Corbeau had decided from the experience he had no interest in that flavor of 'business'.
So, when he comes to some glassy eyed fool collapsed at the foot of a slot machine, it's almost nostalgic. He gives them a gentle nudge with one shoe, eyebrow raised. ]
Hey. You're blocking the way.
The Teasing Trio
[ With a sigh, Corbeau pushes his glasses up the bridge of his nose. A sure sign he's frustrated but accepting that flaring up his temper won't solve the problem. He's not sure what it says that only a few months in he's not the least bit surprised by talking paintings, but that's a worry for another time.
When he turns to his fellow bathroom prisoner, that frown has become a smile that could be described as soft if it weren't crowned with sharp eyes that seemed primed for dissection. That's resting villain face, for you. He brings his hands forward, palm up, in offering. ]
Not an ideal location for this kind of thing, but at least my company is easy on the eyes.
Dirty Dice
[ Well, well. Now this game is much more appealing. Even as he's trying to keep a stoic expression to start with, there's a certain fire behind his eyes that should serve as a warning to his opponent that he's going to be taking this whole thing quite seriously. Playing with the dice between his fingers casually for a few seconds he'll let them roll onto the table, bringing the first task: WORSHIP NECK ]
Hm. I'm suddenly seeing several ways this game could go incredibly stupid.
But, I agreed to play. [ A shrug of his shoulders as he leans in on his partner. ] Tilt your head a little to the side, please.
Sex Toy Roulette
[ Luck is in the eye of the beholder. When one spins a mysterious horny wheel in a mysterious horny casino one has to realize what one is getting into.
Especially when one is handed over a thick, lengthy, shimmering purple dragon dildo. Corbeau stares at the thing, weighing its mighty girth in his prim hands. Feeling over the various ridges and bumps with a mix of horror and fascination.
Well, he's not about to lose. Out of the corner of his eye he spots someone sitting at a table that meets some sort of metric in his calculating brain, and he strides over to them with the object as if he's strolling with an umbrella.
Once in front of them he'll plop the behemoth onto the table with a 'thud' that is much louder than it needs to be. ]
I have a proposition for you.
(( Aah! There's so much goods stuff here! If you have any questions or want to try another prompt just PM me or message me on tentaclemonster ))
[Hua Cheng chuckles at the result. He'd seen a few possibilities that would certainly be unfortunate. This one is more amusing than anything else. He tilts his head, exposing his neck, pale and graceful. With the stranger being so close, he might also notice a lack of a pulse.]
Go on, I expect for my neck to feel fully worshipped. [He's smirking, clearly teasing.]
[if you just so happen to be in the wrong washroom at just the wrong moment. . . you might hear someone yanking and kicking at the door, rattling it on its hinges like he's trying to rip it off. Judgmental John, in all of his judgmental glory, is watching the display with an upturned nose. Did you not hear me, knave? In order you leave, you must--]
[Edamura, the culprit of these terrible door crimes, immediately whirls upon the portrait and jabs an accusing finger at him. he is OPENLY GLOWERING]
Say one more word and I'm tearing you off the wall and throwing you into a bonfire.
[and then he goes back to trying to break the door, leaving Judgmental John to scoff at him in derision. nice]
b. see where they may fall (dice).
[while the raucous and rowdy celebrations at the Phoenix Casino are really not Edamura's scene (doubly so because he is not much of a gambler), the gentle nudging of the Clubs encourages him to poke his nose into the affair, anyway. not to partake in the party itself, and certainly not to wager his hard-earned chips on games he is statistically more likely to lose. but simply. . . to watch. to observe]
[to plan out exactly how he would lift that expensive set of jewelry from an openly wealthy patron, and wonder how much he would get for it if he fenced it to someone back at the Nest]
[but thankfully? this time, the Clubs leaves him a bit of leeway. while the urge is there, he finds he can resist by shoving his hands in his pockets and continuing to walk. which is for the best, honestly; he still feels a touch of guilt over the sheer number of people he managed to rip off the last time his suit decided to misbehave. it's comforting to know he won't lose his mind that much every time the Clubs begins to darken against his skin]
[. . . even if it's annoying that his stupid suit flares manifest that way in the first place!1]
[but anyway. while Edamura doesn't intend to engage in the casino shenanigans, that does not mean they don't intend to engage with him!! so at some point during the. . . day? night? afternoon? whatever?? he finds himself shuffled towards the dirty dice table by a duo of overeager staff members, who have seen him wall-flowering this whole time and think he just must participate, so his time at the newly renovated casino is memorable!]
S-- seriously! No thanks! I'm good, I really don't need to--
[his protests fall upon deaf ears. the ghoulish staff members push him soundly into the chair opposite of you, held there by a tight squeeze of his shoulders. Edamura makes a face, glances down at the dice in front of him, looks up at the person seated opposite. . .]
[. . . and pitches forward to thunk his head against the table. he's fine, probably]
c. warning: will bite.
[there is no way Edamura would attend the high-ranking soiree as someone's pet and/or servant. which is why he, as a lowly rank three, gets involuntarily conscripted to work it instead! wow! isn't he lucky?]
[haha]
[anyway. he plays the role pretty damn well, actually. the crisp suit he was given for the event fits him like a glove, and he balances that tray of hors d'oeuvres like a champ. he even greets all guests-- including you!-- with a pleasant customer service smile]
Good evening! Care for a pastry puff?
[how polite! it's like he was meant to do this job. though. . . anyone with sharp eyes might be able to perceive the way he holds one hand clenched tightly at his side, knuckles white. and are the edges of his smile just a little too tight. . .? hm]
[it's very likely that he simply does not wish to be here!]
d. WILDCARD.
[I'M EASY! hit me with anything!]
((21+ (physically and mentally) for anything NSFW please! ota for anything gen though; gen CR/threads are SUPER loved so don't be afraid to tag in! also for prompt c, while I would love to play him snapping back at anyone high-ranking who might try to boss him around, I'd rather not play around with punishments/him actually needing to be submissive. I JUST WANTED TO WRITE A LI'L BIT OF DEFIANCE. . . it's my favorite thing. . .))
Apologies for the wait, dear customer. Your drink.
[ Hi, were you waiting on a drink? Here it is, a voice piping up behind you as your drink is slid onto your table by a ... bunny? Well, the bunny headband is there, sure, but the server in question isn't just dressed as a casino bunny. He's dressed in a hodge-podge mess of all of the work outfits allotted to the wildcards, covered up from head to toe -- butler trousers paired with one of those showy, sequin-studded blouses meant for the entertainers, feather boa slung over his shoulders and casino bunny cuffs on his wrists.
Yes, he looks fucking ridiculous, but he doesn't acknowledge it at all as he straightens up from placing down the drink and lowers the now-empty tray with a smile. ]
Was there anything else I could do for you?
[ Very normal customer service. ]
ii. bathroom hold-up
[ Anyone using the bathrooms might be jumpscared by the sound of one of the paintings suddenly piping up, those demanding words ringing a little off the tile flooring. And while Rom blinks as he takes a step back from making to open the door -- yes, he washed his hands, he isn't some uncouth barbarian -- he otherwise doesn't look too surprised. Just gives a little tilt of the head before turning to his fellow victim trapped in the bathroom with a highly ambiguous smile. ]
I've heard some countries demand people pay to use public restrooms, but this is rather new to me. I don't suppose you're more familiar with this?
[ ooc ; Would love either of the paintings! ]
iii. dirty dice
[ Passersby might have noticed this guy standing by the dice table for a while now, reading over the little rules placard very intensely. (He's dressed normally in bland black slacks and a sweater by now, having completed his mandatory 24 hours in one insanely exhausting shift. It's great having a completely cracked sleep schedule.) But when he notices anyone else lingering nearby or showing interest in the dice, he looks up and sidles over a little closer. ]
Excuse me~ [ It's said in a perfectly amicable way, accompanied by a smile. Just don't mind the weirdly uncanny vibes he's giving off. ] I don't suppose you'd be interested in trying something out with me, regarding these dice?
iv. date(?) night
[ This is all honestly quite a lot to take in. He's at least starting to get a hang of this place by the time he makes his way towards the lounge, but still. Rom breathes a quiet sigh to he's led through the lounge, genuinely grateful for the quieter atmosphere here, enjoying his entire, like, ten seconds of freedom before he is led to a table where someone else has already been seated. Sorry, stranger, he's your date.
He promptly dons a smile -- does it look slightly unnerving? don't worry about it! -- as he gives a little dip of the head. ]
Good evening. A pleasure to meet you. [ Before he slides into the seat opposite his date. It's been a long day and he's glad to be off his feet. ] And thank you for your time, of course. I hope we can make this a pleasant evening~
v. wildcard!
[ ooc ; Open to anything else! Please feel free to pop in a starter, or PM me if you'd like to plot! He's also available to take to the soiree as a wildcard servant; he'd be curious to scope it out, and will pretty easily agree to play the role for some mutual win-win. OTA for gen! 21+ for anything dirty, please, though he'll be more comfortable doing anything NSFW with people who look/act a little older. ]
[unfortunately, Edamura is showing absolutely no interest in these dice, and far more interest in the people brushing past him. his gaze lingers on each passerby as though assessing them of. . . something? although what that "something" is remains a mystery. especially when he always looks away pretty quickly afterwards, a derisive tch tumbling from his lips]
[but his people watching has taken him rather close to the dirty dice table, even if he has no intentions of playing! which means he is a prime harassment target for one uncanny exorcist. who. . . slides into Edamura's personal space with a perfectly polite request]
( the last time reira was in her suite, she remembered the big concert she threw and the overall layout of things. her suite was a mashup of different but similar aesthetics, with what looked to be the living room of a recording studio executive within in. there were a number of elegant little designs here and there such as a large chandelier hanging from above at the entrance, a walk in closet to the left with an endless array of sexy and kinky costumes from her arrival.
what reira didn't recognize was the person sitting on her fancy couch eating around and drinking her food and wine without permission. she was a very generous queen when it came down to it, offering luxuries to her friends when and where she could but this?
after being gone for so long coming back to this? unacceptable. )
Who the hell are you and why are you in my suite?
— phoenix reborn
( reira had long knew about how the resort worked, how people came and left, most ending up as statues to linger and be stored away without any care. she thought she was strong enough to handle waking up in a world without her friends and yet...
when she came looking for specific people and saw they'd been turned into statues, she was left in a mess. her heart was utterly broken and all she could do was relive their shared moments in the chaotic mess that was the casino. she told herself she wouldn't engage in self-destructive behaviors like she did when she arrived, but here she was, drinking endlessly and consuming whatever intoxicating drug there was available to her. she hadn't spent much of her monthly earnings on anything but clothes and food, but now she was blowing it away at the casino in an endless cycle of losing and winning back exactly what she invested.
finally when she couldn't take anymore, she began to try and leave, finding that her energy was zapped and she was left crawling on the floor towards the exit. whoever's ankle she happened to grab would look down on a very slender woman wearing a tight black dress, writhing on the floor like a worm. )
— bathroom hold up, judgemental john (cw: underage prostitution, sex-worker topics)
( whether you're in the ladies restroom, the men's or the all-gender, reira somehow found herself barging in to throw up the endless amounts of alcohol and drugs she'd consumed just moments before. it was difficult for her to remember what day or time it was given she'd been stuck in an endless shopping loop since september, but now it was dawning on her she'd been at this resort for nearly a year.
no since in lingering in the bathroom stall she had crashed into and crying over it. instead she flushed away evidence of her dirty deeds before she began to try and storm off before a loud yelling voice could be heard, the painting in the bathroom springing to life and demanding their confessions.
turning towards the other person trapped in, she nervously looked at them before sighing. )
You go first, you confess then I'll....I'll say the worst thing I've ever done.
— wildcard wildcard + character info
( ooc | if none of these prompts work for you or you'd like to do something different, feel free to hit me with a wildcard or contact me via dm for a closed starter. ota to all, f/m, f/f, f/*. please note: I have been absent from the game so long due to a very chronic and intense health issue I went through, so for the months I wasn't rping we're just going to assume reira has been trapped endlessly in a shopping spree. I am very apologetic to those whose threads I dropped/did not respond to, I was physically not in a place to rp. anyways I'm back, testing the waters again! permissions | kinks. )
[ As a new arrival, a 'wild card' as they labelled him, Art had found himself roped into the role of server to the rich and powerful somehow. It wasn't the worst way to get acquainted with this new place. It's given him some fascinating insight into the kinds of people around here. Just as he's finished his mandatory serving time (even got a shirt as a reward for his excellent services), he feels someone's hand grabbing him by his ankle. ]
What...
[ The words disappear at the sight on the ground. Clearing his throat, he shakes his foot slightly, trying to jostle free. ]
( the thoughline running throughout this entire experience for asato is: he has no idea what’s going on.
waking up in a stranger’s room in an unfamiliar place, panicking, running, trying to find some place to hide but only really managing to find himself skidding into the highly-populated nerve centers of the Golden Peacock… as a new wildcard waking up in this place, he is confronted by staff to be told about his required 24 hours of work several times before his fight-or-flight instinct starts to die down long enough to be overridden by the long-ingrained instinct of OBEY AUTHORITY that his upbringing in kira had given him. it takes some puzzling to figure out the proper work for him, however. working as waitstaff doesn’t seem like an option because the name of any drink at all given to him just earns a wide-eyed, confounded look in response. so the only other option ends up being… )
…Excuse me.
( the voice is low and soft, perhaps hard to pick out over the clamor and din of the casino floor. he repeats it as much as he needs to to get your attention. the ribika’s dark ears are pinned flat against his head, his dark blue eyes averted downwards as he continues in his request, ) Um. Could you, move…
( the press-ganged janitor points a clawed hand at a spill near your feet—either one of their own or another guest passing by. being janitorial staff, of course, means that he’s dressed appropriately: a pressed pair of butler pants and not a stitch of clothing above the waist. thin, rangy, leanly-muscled, and covered in scars, asato gives the impression of a rough-and-tumble back alley tomcat. still, his tan skin warms with a blush as his dark tail twitches anxiously. )
II — DIRTY DICE/PEACOCK LOUNGE
a ( the young man seated across from his partner in the dirty dice room looks confused at best and uncomfortable at worst. his gaze glances around the room, taking note of all of the other tables and their inhabitants, rolling these little things across their surface and then… um, well—he quickly looks away, blushing fiercely, as body parts are presented and then touched, kissed, bitten, sucked, or whatever else their results were on the dice.
but it seems to his turn, and the expectant attention waiting on him to do something is almost worse than the confusion and alarm at everything that’s going on. he reaches out, taking the dice in his hand, and then rolls them. they come to a stop, and he looks down at them… but then he glances back up to the person he’d been partnered with, a hopeless look on his face. )
Now what…? ( he might not be communicating very well the fact that he can’t read. )
(ooc: dealer’s choice on whether or not you want to choose/randomize the results! if not, I can do so in the next round.)
b ( a hauntingly similar scenario plays out when he finds himself at a table in the peacock lounge. he’d dodged into the room to try to get away from all of the crowds, flashing lights, and loud sounds, only to be herded “helpfully” into a booth with someone else. even as the card full of date night questions is “helpfully” nudged over in his direction, he only seems more put upon, his head lowering and his ears pressing back against it. )
I, um. I don’t know what it says. ( he looks down at the grain of the table, embarrassed. not knowing how to read had never really been an issue in his life before—it’d only come up once, when he’d relied on konoe to read the books in the hidden archive of ransen’s library. something about constantly coming up short in this regard, causing confusion and trouble for others, has gotten him feeling more self-conscious than usual. ) Sorry…
III — BATHROOM
( completely overwhelmed by everything going on, asato had wound up in the bathroom out of desperation to find a place to hide. and hide he does, hunkering down in one of the stalls long enough for his heart rate to slow down, his fear to ebb away, and his courage (or, perhaps more importantly, his curiosity) to build. by the time he’s finally brave enough to leave the bathroom stall, he’s been in there for quite a while—you might not actually be aware that there was someone else in the bathroom with you until you’re both on your way to leave.
that would just be too easy, wouldn’t it?
as the teasing trio are stating their case for the taxation of sweet flirtation that they will insist upon before letting them both go free, asato is still tugging fruitlessly at the door handle, the black fur of his tail beginning to poof out in rekindled alarm. why!!)
IV — WILDCARD
( also open to other prompts, especially high-ranking guests who would be interested in taking a wildcard to the soirée as a pet! i’d even be willing to write an opener for it, if that’s easier for anyone who has interest in this. this having been said, he will struggle with the slot machines as he cannot read. )
( OOC: asato is ~20 years old; no particular preferences on age or gender, though he tends to be nervous/fearful around strangers (women moreso than men, due to lack of familiarity), so smut might need coercion, aphro, suit flare, or to be built up to by gaining his trust. )
arthur † legend of the sword (guy ritchie) † new player
[ Art sounds sufficiently outraged at the accusation (whether it's true or not is neither here nor there). Not that he isn't grateful for not getting eaten by one of those giant animals in the Darklands. It's just that being stuffed into a bunny rabbit costume and being made to serve isn't exactly his style... Still, when amongst foes and so on.
He turns to his companion, blue eyes wide with shock, and tone so indignant one might think the painting has done something unspeakable in front of them. ]
Can you believe this bloke, throwing accusations around as if he's got any right? Not even the king's men would be so shameless as to spy on people in a toilet. Unless...
[ Mild suspicion creeps into his gaze. ]
Are you two in business together?
+ peacock lounge
[ Despite having risen through the ranks and having made a cushy life for himself back home, the scarcity never quite leaves his kind. So when the opportunity to eat for free presents itself, Art can hardly resist. He doesn't really know about dating games, but he does know the art of charm and companionship, has learnt it from the girls when he was younger; has utilised it for his own business later on.
The food is interesting and new to him which means he needs a little nudge from the waiter to focus on the more important thing, er, person in this scenario. An easy smile, a teasing tone: ]
You don't look happy, love. What's the matter, not a fan of the little sea creatures? Or is it the company?
+ desire lounge
[ The staff patiently explains the particular purpose and requirements of this lounge to the wildcard and in great detail, too. It seems foreign and strange, even to a boy who grew up in a brothel, but at the same time it's so very intriguing. They all do a bit of rough play, ending up with scrapes and bruises here and there. The boys, that is. Not the girls, never the girls.
But here boy or girl doesn't seem to matter as long as both parties want (want and allow) it. After a little to and fro, Arthur enters boot worship (receiving) and lets the watch do its work. ]
[ Outwardly, the casino looks elegant and fun. But after playing people watcher for what seems to her to only be a few minutes, the intensity in the air, and all those hollow-cheeked obsessively gambling guests make the place come across as incredibly creepy instead. Just how eerie gets driven home in short order as, once she extracts herself from the situation and realizes how long she was lingering on the sidelines spectating. Losing time is unsettling, maybe almost as disconcerting as being back in this resort in the first place, but with all these games afoot, there isn't much time for Aerith to catch her breath and attempt to unruffle her proverbial feathers.
At least the Peacock Lounge is as relaxed as it seems, if not weirdly reluctant to just let her sit and eat some dinner on her own. Instead, Aerith is ushered to a table where someone else is waiting . ]
Do you name inanimate objects?
[ She poses the question like she knows how absurd it is.
Doesn't everybody name at least a few of the inanimate objects they interact with? Her watering can and her trusty gardening shears (Midge and Domingo, respectively), would probably indicate her stance on the matter, were she back home and not sitting across from a stranger, making small talk before one of the wait staff pointedly starts clearing their throat at her for not.
Her gaze darts left and right, before she leans in, adding in a conspiratorial whisper: ]
How many of these do you think we have to ask before they bring us something to eat?
– downstairs desires
[ Stupid misleading pink neon!
Given the quiet, and the low lighting, Aerith ends up in the Downstairs Desire Lounge only to find out her judgment was ridiculously off. Before she has a chance to wrap her head around things, she's masked, sworn to anonymity, and escorted to a private room, with the promise that she'll be joined, soon enough by someone who entered the same desires into their watch that she was encouraged to put into hers .
With that hanging over her head, there's nothing to do but wait and see what happens, while her nervousness knots itself in her stomach.
Whoever joins her will find Aerith pacing, idly fussing with her mask as though she were on the verge of pulling the dumb thing off, but surprisingly cheerful. They'll even be met with a bright little 'hi!' and a wave. Not exactly shadowy sex club behavior, but that's what the staff gets for not checking to make sure Aerith is really in the right place.
watch note: feel free to take your pick from – to be doted on, to dote on someone while getting to be the dominant, to experiment with toys, or reach out about wildcarding something else. ]
– soirée of dismay
[ No matter how kind of charming the high-ranking stranger who got her into this party might have been, when the delicate little black leather leash attached to the collar she was talked into wearing gets passed off to another stranger, and Aerith finds herself ditched by her mystery date, it becomes very clear, very quickly that she is in over her head.
As shocking as this is, she's still reluctant to play along, casting an apprehensive look at her new escort before giving her end of the leash a tug as her cheeks puff out in dismay, her gaze trailing off to the far end of the space. Bright eyes flick back to her new "owner" and go round with hope as she gives another tug, even going so far as to take a few tentative steps towards the long table laid out with a buffet of desserts on the other side of the soirée. ]
Can't I just go over there? I promise I won't wander off.
[ At least, not for as long as those strawberry tarts waiting temptingly on a fancy silver tray holds her attention. Not that it matters. What Aerith is stubbornly choosing to ignore is that the leash isn't just a weird accessory, and whether she likes it or not, she's at the whims of her new partner. ]
– wildcard
[ open to wildcards based on any of the prompts. i'd especially love to get a few threads based on some of the casino games, feel free to get in touch via dm with any questions or to plot first. aerith is a returning character from about two years ago. that said, i'm good to roll with her old cr if anyone remembers her being here, or keep it fresh! she is 22, taken from the end of remake, and ota to characters of all genders 18+ for smut. ]
[Casinos are not his thing. Honestly, betting and luck are overall, not his thing, but a chip payout is a chip payout. Jayce sits at one of the Dirty Dice tables, biting his lower lip as he debates even going through with this or not, muttering to himself:]
Some of them aren’t even that bad. Compliment and hold- those are fine. Worship, cuddle… also fine…
RED MACHINE
[(RNG 10+8+1)
After striking out twice now, he’s hoping for better luck on this next try:]
Hey! Are you a Hearts? If you are, I need to tell you something. Uh. Under there.
[He gestures to one of the poker tables.]
LOUNGE
[And that’s enough of casino time for now. The lounge is much more his speed, even if it involves random dates— totally fine. He’s about two drinks deep already when he’s joined by someone else, and he gives his best charming smile (that winds up looking a little sloppy due to said drinks). A quick glance down to the Date Night Questions card as they take their seat.]
So. What's the one thing that you seem to constantly lose?
WILDCARD
[DM me or send me a message on plurk (@ vendingmachine) if you want a unique prompt!]
[In the time that Jayce takes to glance down at his notes, Dodger decides he actually doesn't want to sit across from him, and he instead slides into Jayce's lap to straddle him. He smells more like alcohol than usual, but apparently not enough to act drunk.]
Hey, pretty boy.
[At this point it's just becoming an affectionate nickname.]
[ Well, that's what he gets for thinking he could escape scot-free.
Maruki freezes at the door, locked tight, dread prickling up the back of his neck. He keeps his expression pleasantly neutral as he turns to his unwitting partner, much better at hiding his nerves about having to reveal his secrets than he would be at hiding his fluster over a more intimate encounter. ]
This isn't the type of coercion I've come to expect here...
[ The more you know, or something like that!! ]
Don't worry, I promise that I'll keep whatever you tell me in complete confidence.
ii. teasing trio
[ Ah, this painting draws a visible, audible reaction out of him where the other one did not.
Heat rises to the surface of Maruki's cheeks at once, his eyes darting askance from the person trapped in the washroom with him. He wrings the towel in his hands tight, fingers flexing and releasing nervously. ]
This isn't exactly the ideal place to flirt, is it?
[ And despite his, ah... very educational time in this world so far, he's still not great at flirtation. ]
Ah, it'll probably be easier if you take the lead on this one. S-sorry...
iii. dirty dice
[ After his time in the ryokan and the warnings he's been given by other guests, Maruki's well aware that any games he plays are likely to come at a cost– but this one is incredibly up front about it. There's no pretense, no surprise sexy prize or punishment after playing a perfectly normal game like he's used to.
No, it's entirely clear what's going on here as his dice hit the table. ]
Caress... chest?
[ He blushes so bright, it goes all the way up to the tips of his ears. ]
W-wait, does that mean yours or mine?
iv. lounge date night
[ Sue him for needing a snack before trying to make his way out of the casino!!
Well, at least a date over a meal isn't as lascivious as other situations he could find himself in... so long as the food isn't laced with anything, of course.
Maruki leans back in his seat comfortably, raises his drink to his lips and smiles over the rim at his partner for the night. ]
It couldn't hurt to see what sorts of questions are on those cards, right? Please, be my guest.
v. wildcard
[ hello hello! maruki is in his mid-30s, more on the submissive side, and ota 18+ m/f, m/m & m/nb for smut! check out his info & kink list for more details.
i'm down for just about anything else not listed in these prompts, with a couple exceptions - maruki will only attend the soiree with high ranks he knows well, so that is off the table unless we have spoken about it, and i'm not particularly interested in the sex toy roulette. otherwise let's rage!! feel free to reach out to me at mackleberry to discuss something, or just hit me with a starter. also happy to write closed starters for people! i'm particularly interested in closed starters for specific red or black slot machine outcomes that suit our cr, new or extant :3c ]
[The man sitting across from him seems to understand the game as he rolls the dice, but the furious blush that follows, and at such a relatively tame result as well, makes him wonder a bit. If nothing else, it's definitely amusing, and Hua Cheng doesn't hide his smirk.]
I believe it's you who must perform the action you roll on the body part of your partner. Me. [Hua Cheng gives him a challenging look, still smirking.]
So... are you going to do it? Or pass? [Is he seriously playing to win? Yes, yes, he is.]
I. Arrival [A sprawling, brilliant casino bathed in red? It's a sight that's so familiar that, for a moment, Hua Cheng questions whether or not he's truly landed himself in another realm. The dealers are even clearly ghosts. Had someone truly kidnapped him only to hold up a mirror to his own casino in Ghost City? Perhaps he should be taking notes.
But, while there were very few limits or taboos in Ghost City, the sexual depravity isn't quite so flagrant as it is here. In fact, sex seems to be the focus. Consider his curiosity piqued. Whose realm had he found his way into? Or, if someone had managed to kidnap him, for what purpose?]
II. Dirty Dice [A dice game catches his eye, and he settles into an empty seat across from his opponent before looking over the rules. He's always had exceptional luck, so he's far from worried about losing. That is, until he realizes that losing or winning doesn't really depend on luck in this case, but on boldness. What even constitutes a lucky roll when everything relates to physical acts?
The dealer pushes the dice in his direction, and he eyes his 'opponent'. Is it opponent or partner in this case?] I hope you're not shy.
[He rattles the dice in his hand before tossing them out. Unsurprisingly, it's a high result. 11 and 12. Well, at least it hadn't been two twelves.] I choose to perform the action. [He looks expectantly at his partner.] Your foot, please.
III. Slot Machines (Red) + Bathroom Hold Up [Unlike the dice, Hua Cheng actually makes sure to glance over the possible outcomes before proceeding. It makes sense why this machine has smaller payouts; the tasks all seem fairly tame. He pulls the lever and watches as the options spin.
ADMIT A KINK - WITH A STRANGER - IN BATHROOM. Easy enough. He just needed to find a bathroom.
It's hardly a difficult task, though it's far more awkward to walk up to someone else who has randomly decided to enter the bathroom and engage in conversation. He finally decides that the best place to do so is probably by the sinks, washing his hands. That has to be the least invasive spot in a bathroom, right?
So, he waits until someone else appears to be getting ready to leave and clears his throat.] Say, I have a task from one of the games... would you be willing to help me out? All you need to do is listen.
[ooc - After the confession, it'd be fun to have them get stuck in the bathroom, was leaning towards the Teasing Trio, but down for Judgemental John as well.]
IV. Slot Machines (Black) + Desire Lounge [After looking at the easier machine with the smaller payout, he decides to take a look at the machine with the larger payout. Indeed, these tasks are certainly closer to what he'd been expecting. There were a few choices with the middle category that could make this difficult or near impossible to complete, but he decides to try his luck and pulls the lever.
ORAL SEX - NEW PARTNER - AGAINST WALL
Interesting. And, in his opinion, quite a lucky pull. He keeps the task in mind as he continues to explore the casino, but also doesn't want to wander around propositioning people (although that may be the whole point of this casino). He eventually makes his way to the lounge and discovers the Downstairs Desire Lounge. Well, a place like this certainly makes completing his task infinitely easier. Finding a partner here should be simple, right?]
V. Peacock Lounge Date Night [While Hua Cheng doesn't actually need to eat, a bit of downtime sounds pleasant, so he finds a table and orders some tea. He's just beginning to inspect the cards set out on the table, fiddling with one, when the waiter escorts someone else to sit with him.
He eyes them with obvious curiosity and sits up a little straighter.] I didn't realize we'd be paired up on an impromptu date. [His lips curl into an amused smirk, clearly not overly bothered by the idea.] I guess, we should start with names, hm? You can call me Hua Cheng.
[ota for general options including flirty, silly things (dirty dice, red slot machine, bathroom flirting etc). for actual sex m/m only. also feel free to hit me up on plurk squissie or discord, also at squissie]
[ As per usual, Cale is more interested in the higher payout than the lower one. Does he particularly have to worry about chips? Not really. But more funds is never a bad thing in his opinion and it's nice to just be able to throw "cash" around as he pleases. A shame it'd have to be his own, but you take what you can get.
He sits down at the black machines and gives them a pull. After the result is sent to his watch, Cale stands and begins to look around for his next victim partner to complete the task.
Alternatively, maybe someone is eying Cale to complete their task instead? ]
(( ooc: i will probably rng the prompts unless anyone wants anything specific. ))
b. roulette (nsfw)
[ Now Cale doesn't immediately step up to the wheel. He stands there for a second, looking at the wheel and scrutinizing it. The truth is, he is deciding whether or not he actually wants to play this at all. Of course there's the payout to consider, but he's really eyeing those insta-prizes. ]
I wonder what the chances are of actually landing on one of those insta-prizes are...
[ And some of those toys are not necessarily to his licking. Sure, Cale had said he'd probably like to experiment, but is this really the best way to go about it? He doesn't much care for being accused of not knowing how to have fun.
Maybe he just needs encouragement. Or the right partner. ]
(( ooc: i will probably rng the prompts unless anyone wants anything specific. suit flare is also an option for anyone interested! ))
PEACOCK LOUNGE
[ When sitting down at one of the tables, Cale looks aloof and bored. One leg is crossed over the other and there's a glass of wine in hand. He looks like he's waiting for someone else to be seated across from him. Upon hearing footsteps, Cale looks up and offers a slight smirking grin.]
I'm not sure whether or not you can consider yourself to be lucky. At least this little stunt is fairly mild compared to what it could be.
[ Which means that Cale is content to share a meal with someone else while asking silly ( or serious ) questions. He gestures to the seat across from him. ]
I am starting to get hungry as is.
ROYAL NIGHT SOIREE
[ Cale will attend the function dressed up in an outfit that's similar to one he had back home. Comfortable and appropriate for the occasion, Cale thinks. He actually doesn't care to dress lavishly, but some of the resort staff had compromised with him on this. Something about showcasing his back and hips Now Cale doesn't really care for the entire "pet thing," but if anyone wants to ask Cale to take them along, he won't refuse. He'll give them the choice between "pet" or "servant." Either way, servants and pets will be dressed similarly to Cale's preferred styles: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 ]
a. trading and keeping
[ For anyone that Cale has brought, they'll have the option of being "traded" or if they just want to stay out that business. Cale knows how to act like an arrogant noble and will wave off any unwanted trades with that dismissive "I don't like to share my things" or "They're too good for you," uncaring about the reputation that it would bring him. Cale protects what's "his," so it's the least that he can do for those he's brought with him, giving them that option.
However, he won't refuse anyone else that might be interested in him either. Cale prefers to stay in whatever seat he's found, wine in hand and looking more relaxed and bored than he feels on the inside. Should someone else's pet or servant start to show that interest, then he'll gesture for them to come over.
It's an act, sure, but agency is going to be important, even if he has to pretend otherwise. ]
b. stepping in
[ Agency is important. So when anyone of a lower rank is looking uncomfortable or unwilling, Cale will slide in. A hand on a shoulder. An arm around the waist. All polite touches that don't stray any further than what is absolutely necessary. ]
I was waiting for you to come back and this is where I find you?
[ And to the "guest" that might be overstepping, Cale will just give them a BRIGHT smile. ]
Sorry, this one is taken.
[ Whether that's actually true or not doesn't matter. There are no expectations. Of course, this is only for those who aren't playing some kind of game with their high rank guest. Cale won't step in unless it's welcomed. ]
WILDCARD
[ Permissions/Kinks here for those that are interested. If not marked, then gen or nsfw is more than welcome. 18+ for any nsfw though, please. If you want to plot or have me write a custom starter, feel free to reach out to me at verthunder or on Discord. Alternatively, just smack down a prompt for me and I'll be happy to roll with what you give me. ]
[This place? It feels like a sea of fire coral and red kelp got stuffed into a big room before someone went wild with red paint and hot colors. Even standing in it for a few seconds makes him wonder if the temperature's gone up simply because of the ambiance. Noisy too. For a minute, he though this was an arcade. Look, all those game cabinets and glowing screens, the electronic sounds and people sitting on stools or standing in front like bow figures. Other people leaning over tables full of chips and cards with fancy drink glasses in hand. A number of them not wearing what he'd think a bar would call "business clothes". Wonder how they got away with it without their boss yelling at them? ... Oh right.
But one or two glances at said screens and it settles over his head like hitting an ocean current: ... this ain't an arcade. What're those things called on land? People go there to gamble and play adult games. He wasn't allowed to go into one cause he was too young when he first tried. No fun. The man at the door only gave him a single look before telling him to get lost. Why'd someone lock away a bunch of games behind a door and then only let certain people in? Games are games, right? Wait, no it's probably the same with drinks. Ya know how some drinks aren't for kids? Only adults drink them, so-]
Eeeh? You're pretty good at that! [Hang on. Whoever you are, you're not alone anymore. Instead, someone's practically leaning over your shoulder, an imposingly tall lanky guy grinning beside your cheek and showing off rows of sharp white teeth that gleam in the glow of slot machine screen.] Ahah~ Look at all the coins! [Well, those are chips, but he thinks they're coins, as he reaches down and swipes a pawful from a cupped slot.] Ya got so many~ ... You don't mind if I try, right?
[And going for the slot machine handle to give it a yank!] I wanna jackpot!
2) WILDCARDS
[Moh, he didn't ask to get yoinked outta school and put to work! He didn't even know this place! Who are those people who suddenly caught his arm and hauled him off for a quick question answer session? They didn't even answer his questions! And when he punched one in the face, they had the gall to dog-pile him! Oof! His tailbone still smarts... All right, all right, already! He got it. Sheesh. What grumps. At least they explained it was only 24 hours. And he got paid. He brokered the deal of picking his job. Yeah, kinda of figured out really quickly this wasn't a place he could simply slip out of immediately. Something about it crawls with magic which gives him the shivers. Not like eyes boring into his back or some predator lurking in the deep hunting. Nah, this was something playing with its food. Blocking the cave entrance and listening to little fins swim around without escape.
Without escape? Oh there's a way to escape alright. Just gotta find it or make it. Neither of which he's gonna be able to do right now. Besides, he's on the clock. At least he's already had experience working a job back at school. Who'd've thought he'd so quickly miss the Monstro Lounge? Underwater theme, soft purples, low lights. This one really wrecks his eye-]
Otto- [Quick as an eel strike, he snaps his hand around a player's wrist. Ignoring their wince and chittering protest, he pulls back and up, sliding his hand down and taking the sleeve with it. Baring a card neatly stashed in the space between watch and wrist.] Look what I found~
[He's all smiles, despite the way his fingers tighteni enough to put visible stress lines on the player's skin.] Whatcha all wanna do with this one? Play that hand again or ya want me to squeeze 'em outta the game?
[Yeah. His casino job of choice? ... Security.]
➤ 🫧 •.˚○˙∘ Games And Lounges ∘˙○˚.• 🫧
1) DIRTY DICE ... or not
Alright, alright, already! Ya don't have to shove. [Annoying. But between encouraging prompts and a few pushy hands, he's at least pulling the seat out and taking it for a plunk across the small two-person table. Your new contender is an imposingly tall lanky guy, who certainly isn't looking as happy as he is in that picture. More a frown borderline pout with furrowed curved brows and mismatched eyes seeming to demand a better reason for being here. At least his shirt's nice framed between the sides of his open casual dining jacket. Leaning forward to peer at the dice, he drops an elbow on the table with one hand cocked out to the side in expectant manner.]
Neh, why's there a crowd around a buncha dice tables? It can't be that entertaining to watch.
[ooc: Just a head's up, the moment he sees what's on the dice and what's expected, he will be quitting the game. If you tag in, expect this outcome, unless you're very convincing.]
2) SLOT MACHINES
[Hey, slot machines! He did one of these earlier! They're not as fun as arcade games, cause it's all so random, but he's gotten pretty lucky with the ones he did before? With other people's money, but at least he asked first! Kind of. Not really. They didn't seem to mind. But these machines look fun. A buncha red ones and black ones. Long legs, long steps, arms swinging by his side as he wanders between the rows, watching the occasional pull of machine handles and rolling wheels behind the glass. Some are physical, some are digital, differing in design and decoration depending on their medium. Stopping in front of one machine, he digs a hand into his pocket, the sound of chips shucking against each other follows, and tugs one out before sending it rolling down the slot machine chute. And pull! Round and round those wheels go! It's the best part of the slot machine! Even better than the surprise ending.]
Hah? These are just words. Where's all the pictures? [And the way they're lined up? Akin to a set of clues in a game. Action, person, location. Without so much as an invitation, he leans over into your personal space from his own machine.] Oy, what's up with these machines? [There's not even a winning combination key.] They're weird.
3) SEX TOY ROULETTE
Whoa. It's huge. [He's never seen a roulette wheel intact before. Only pieces of them on pictures and advertisements. For a long time he thought they were big dart boards. Seen a few of those bobbing along the waves after this or that reason. Ship passed overhead. Someone chucked it. Probably. Lost in thought, he's left standing amid the circle of people surrounding the giant wheel of red and black. Only blinking back to attention when he's addressed. "Young sir," goes the dealer, or wheeler, whatever this guy's called handling the board.] Hm? Okaay~
[So what's next. Reach out and grab that handle here... then give it a yank!] Whoo! Look at it go! [For a lanky guy, he's got some strength! That thing's spinning around furiously! Hard to tell where black and red begin or end.] Haha! You should put a spiral on it! [It could hypnotize everyone in the room! ... You know, if that worked.] Spin more! Don't stop! Hahaha!
[...*several minutes later*...]
And that's how I got this!
[Thus the story of the banana in his hand he's currently halfway through eating.]
4) PEACOCK LOUNGE
Moooh! Are ya serious? I don't wanna! [Wanna what? Get paired up with someone new again! Feels like he's been doing this all day! Playing games in the casino with groups, avoiding weird dice game pairs, messing with people at the slot machines, squeezing troublemakers for a few hours, always getting shoved at someone else, encouraged to mingle, all without much of an explanation to whatever's going on here. Normally he loves hanging out with people (and by hanging out, he means entertaining himself with them). But getting forced to repeatedly? Takes all the fun out of it.
By now his mood is completely spoiled! And starting to go foul. They're telling him the only way he can even get something to eat is to go on some fake "date" with some random stranger! For a minute, his brain and his stomach are at complete war, ice crackling around one hand as magic builds up inside his gut. Did this place really think taking his pen would rob him of his magic? Idiots. All that does is make his magic safer to use. Doesn't do a damn thing to stunt his ability! Trapping these fools in ice and kicking the kitchen door down sounds like an amazing way to blow off some steam and tear into someone!
Hm? Did someone just touch his shoulder?] Oy... I ain't in a good mood right now!
➤ 🫧 •.˚○˙∘ A ROYAL NIGHT ∘˙○˚.• 🫧
0) OOC NOTE
[Since Floyd's new, I'd prefer to have this option discussed first, as he's not someone to let a random stranger order him around so easily. He would fight it. So let's at least have a PM chat or comment below about any potential plans here, probably work out some assumed CR, and then have at it. Again, I'm not disinterested, I just want this to be more plotted out first so it's good for both characters.]
8) WILDCARD
[If you'd like to meet Floyd elsewhere, feel free to either PM me to ask for a unique starter or throw down a tag anywhere in the Peacock you like!]
[OOC: Yo! Introducing Floyd Leech, the twin brother of our resident Jade Leech and equally as troublesome, but in an entirely different way! Note: he's currently 17 from the canon point I'm taking him. All threads can stay SFW or go NSFW without a problem. I don't have a lot of information in his journal yet, but feel free to PM me if you have questions or check out his wikipages. Few quick intro notes:
1) Yes, he's also an eel merman, but this event never really led to this reveal. Damn. If you'd like to encounter him in his merform, let me know and I'll work up a personal starter for you! Anywhere from finding him in a pool to lounging in a bath, or going the tried and true "magic ran out so now we're on fins not legs" accident. Likewise, I am 150% open to sex in his merform, but mind you this can come with scratching and biting and other fishy stuff.
2) Floyd is infamous for being very unpredictable and having major mood swings. If he loses interest in something, he will drop it almost instantly and leave, no matter how interested he was in it previously. Likewise, if something else suddenly catches his attention, he will switch to it without hesitation and drag you with him should he feel like it. IF a thread is going in either direction, I will PM you and let you know to see how you want to proceed.
3) Floyd's also a mage with impressive magical skill for his age and grade. Magic is both well-defined and vaguely applied in Twisted Wonderland, so spells can range anywhere from gravitating small items towards yourself to creating several hard-hitting torrents of water. It also produces a corrosive byproduct called "blot" within the mages, but that's likely not going to be a problem in this event...]
[ Jade doesn't mind the games that the resort plays, of course. Interactions with others, forced or otherwise, give him an opportunity to have a little bit of fun. Everyone here is from different places. Different worlds. Varying expectations. That means he gets so many reactions from others. At the present moment, Jade can't say that he's necessarily bored seeing the different ways that he can make people uncomfortable to put them on edge. There are so many ways that he can do that here.
That's the real reason behind sitting down for this little "dinner date." Or, rather, that's his intention behind sitting down for one of these sessions where people just ask each other questions. It's not until he catches sight of a familiar earring and hears a whine he knows all too well that makes Jade pause.
His dearest, sweet brother. Here. Oh my oh my. Naturally Jade waves off the staff, saying that he is more than happy to find a partner himself, before placing a hand on his twin's shoulder.
Oy... I ain't in a good mood right now!
How precious. As if Floyd's capricious attitude could scare Jade off. ]
Floyd.
[ And that's all that he's going to need to say to be understood. ]
[ When they awaken someplace different, there is confusion. It's crowded, noisy, and stale, bustling with too much activity and a smell they can only associate with human excess. It's disgusting! Deplorable! It's worse than that gloomy, run-down kingdom of Kagami; it's worse than the magic circle within that detestable witch. Yet—
There's a renewed sense of freedom. Like the dominion of witch over majik is gone. Could this be? Has Ichi the witch perished? Bakugami can't help but feel giddy at the prospect. This could be their second chance! A new offering to the Lord World Hater! This time, they won't fail! ]
I. SKIPPING WORK
[ Their magic isn't working. The hugs do nothing. There's an awareness, nagging at the back of their mind, that their rules have somehow changed. How is that possible? They've never heard of it before. It's nothing short of complete and utter nonsense!
Trundling along the halls of the Golden Peacock is a black-and-white tapir. Inside, they're fuming, but the animal resembles nothing more than an innocent, adorable bundle of affection. Isn't it precious? Don't you simply want to scoop it up in your arms? While that might be a reason for Bakugami's transformation, it was equally the result of being hassled near the casino, harangued with demands of servitude and utterly tasteless outfits.
Deplorable. No thank you. At least an animal can't be conscripted into service. ]
II. PASSING JUDGMENT
[ They're trapped. Their exploration had led them to the bathroom, and when they turned around to leave, the door was stuck fast to the frame. No amount of wrenching had made it budge, and Bakugami is direly low on sorrow to be launching any significant attacks. Trapping them in the bathroom of all places?! With some enchanted painting making demands of them?! Their unruffled mask crumbles. Why even pretend in front of a damn ignorant painting? They've just about had enough of this godforsaken place! ]
Sin? Crime? Don't spout that drivel! I have nothing to confess! The world would be better off without humanity, and I'm supposed to feel bad for wiping out a country of gullible, spineless fools?! Becoming an offering for the Lord World Hater would've been the greatest feat they performed in all their miserable lives! Now open the door this instant, you sorry excuse for an artwork!
[ Oh, they are getting up close and personal with that painting, snarling into its canvas. Hi, were you listening? ]
III. ROULETTE
[ Were there rules attached to idly spinning this roulette wheel? Well, surely it can't be applied to them—it's not a pact, it's not an order, merely some text displayed on the Watch device. As a majik with little interest in this base, human debauchery, they shortly abandon the roulette wheel and the "prize" they were so "fortunate" to win. A decision that would certainly come around to bite them in the ass.
A few hours in and they feel—unwell. Unreasonably hot, damp, unsettled. Their thoughts are wandering, attracted to the possibilities of physical sensation and touch. They've been around long enough to grit their teeth and rebel against the implications of these feelings—they're a majik! These droll human instincts have nothing to do with them! There's no way they'll give in to those temptations. There's a fix, surely. Somewhere.
Unceremoniously, they reach for the nearest passerby, padded fingers snagging a shirt or a sleeve. Human or otherwise, this... issue is far too pressing to be choosy. ]
You. Why is this happening?
[ They're asking you? Hopefully... the dealer has been helpful enough to hang on to the 4: handcuffs/22: zucchini/23: leash and collar/24: panties/36: vibrator. Or let's just take care of this the old-fashioned way. ]
OOC
[ hewwo this is wraith returning mostly for fun and voicetesting! some things don't change though, and this character is also a major negative cr draw, please be forewarned..! they suck and you can bully and beat them up it's ok (they can and will recover from physical damage).
no kinklist yet, but my prefs for now are 18+ and nb/any! while bakugami is likely to be a reluctant participant in gp shenanigans, i'd like to stay away from outright noncon, so let's make the best out of aphro, quid pro quo, etc. scenarios!
bakugami is non-human (a species called majik) and not beholden to human sexgender norms. any set of pronouns is ok, and i'll default to having both sets of genitalia but more than happy to write just one or the other, just let me know. lastly, they're chronologically 15, but (gestures at the non-human thing) i consider them an adult mentally, but i'll go with 15 wrt other people's preferences to be on the safe side until told otherwise. more info here. feel free to pm <3 ]
nefertari vivi | one piece live action | new character, current player
[This was not what Vivi had in mind when it comes to new experiences. She's on thin ice with the staff, having punch one of them in the jaw when they tried to insist on helping her undress to "change for her job," but now that she's actually doing the work, she's determined to make the best of it.
In this case, "make the best of it" means she has a very Type A Personality list of notes on how to be a waitress.
Yeah.
So. New experiences! Fine! She's even wearing the bunny getup, now that no one is trying to undress her -- honestly, it's not quite so bad, except that the fishnets are itchy.]
Hello, [her smile is professional, but perfunctory, not quite meeting her eyes.] I'm here to ask you... no, wait-- [a brief consult of her notes,] "May I take your order?"
ii—peacock lounge date
[Oh, thank goodness, something that seems more or less normal. Not that Vivi has ever been on a date, and even if she had, she imagines it wouldn't really look like this... but still. After the bunny debacle, she's just glad for a chance to sit and take her mind off of this unfortunate turn her life seems to have taken.]
Have you been here long? [Her smile pulls up a bit, slightly lopsided.] Sorry. I know we have a set of questions to choose from, but I'm curious.
iii—fun and games
[One might think Vivi had never seen games like these, from the way she's watching them: curious, interested, and decidedly surprised at people's reactions. The dice game seems most accessible, but the slot machines seem quite...straightforward, too. She's so absorbed in observing them that she accidentally trods on an unsuspecting foot.]
--Sorry! Are you alright? I wasn't paying attention -- I got distracted trying to figure out how they work.
[ooc: I'm up for either dice or slots for this, happy to go gen or spicy!]
iv—a royal night pet
[Action, meet consequences. Apparently punching someone in the face has repercussions after all, which is how she finds herself leashed and collared later on, the end of said leash in the hands of a stranger as all of her survival instincts flare at once. How unfortunate to bill this as "punishment," when she has no intention of letting this situation continue.]
Am I meant to call you master, then?
[She sounds sweet enough when she asks, but the smile is faint and she's definitely not listening for an answer. Instead she's looking, whenever her new captor's eyes aren't on her, for something sharp with which to cut the leash -- or the hand holding it, if they prove threatening.]
wildcard + ooc info [vivi comes from the end of s2, meaning there will inevitably be spoilers in here. i can try to keep them at a minimum by request! Vivi herself is 19 and is ota ages and genders, f/m, f/f, f/nb etc. As for prompts, I'm open to wildcards and other scenarios! Please feel free to poke me at posolutely if you want to work something out!]
[ Junpei had thought that in the lounge would be much less stressful than the chaotic, loud atmosphere of the casino.
It was, and it wasn’t. The moment he’d stepped through the doors thinking he’d just slink off to some private corner he was whisked off to a table with a stranger, and told it was a ‘date’
So he’s the picture of quiet anxiety, averting his eyes more than he should when someone is speaking to him. Unprepared for this socialization. ]
Uh, I guess it’s been about two months now. Which is hard to believe … though I’ve talked to multiple people who’ve been here for years.
Henry of Skalitz | Kingdom Come: Deliverance | 6 of ♠
[ Dice immediately got Henry's attention because he loves a good gamble, and he and Rin had actually already had a discussion about this sort of thing so now he's curious to see what it has to teach him. That's right, he's using this as a learning experience. When he's matched with an opponent he smiles easily, giving a nod of acknowledgment. ]
If you'd like to play a different kind of dice later, I can do that as well.
[ Ye olde medieval pastime is farkle... and he misses it. ] But let's get rolling then shall we?
Slot Machines
[ Slot machines are new to him but seem simple enough. It's a bit embarrassing knowing that the selections are sexual actions but. Well. What can you expect, really. Henry isn't a coward, so he's going to go ahead and try at least once or twice on both the red and the black machines. Anyway, it's a good time to meet new people of certain ranks and suits ... since he does want to cash in for some things from home.
Unfortunately some of the terms, especially on black, are unfamiliar to him, so he does have to be awkward and ask about that as well. ]
Ehm, sorry to bother you. But can I ask you what my challenge here means? I'm not familiar with the words.
[ For his part, he's a rank six and he's a spade and honestly, depending on your personal perspective, he could maybe fit into either of the hair options, being a medium brown. At the very least, he's usually very approachable. Or he'll outright ask if someone looks tentative enough: ] Something you need?
Toy Roulette
[ This game is actually quite intimidating. Henry is at least familiar with some of the options (matches, candles, ice...) but ... dear god, people really play with all this in the bedroom? Join him for a spin (and we'll RNG it!!), or else find him randomly walking around with something like a dildo or a vibrator or even the fuzzy handcuffs.
Or see his reunion with the maid outfit, as he'd failed the phone sex challenge before and ended up with the Spades punishment of donning the uniform. ] Fuck, not again ..
Wildcard
[ Anything goes! I am definitely up for casual dates and bathroom shenanigans (not that kind) especially. Pop me a starter or send me a message at haurchefant if you'd like to plot beforehand c: Henry is 20 and OTA ]
Edited 2026-03-16 01:00 (UTC)
kujo jotaro / jojo's bizarre adventure / existing player, new character
( his demands have been met with smiling eyes and sharp smiles, the kind that look more like knives than teeth. there's no one here by that name, had been the first excuse, and then, more patently: you're not registered in the system, either. arguing and raising his voice had only gotten management involved--or whatever the staff here were calling 'management', judging by the lackluster threat. he can either comply with the rules, or he can comply with a night in a cell: something absolutely ridiculous, if this is truly some kind of resort. what the hell kind of hotel has a jail in its basement?
these aren't the sprawling, labyrinthine hallways of dio's mansion, spiraling them in different directions, turning them against each other at every corner. but there's something just as sinister here, if his gut feeling is correct--he just can't seem to get to the bottom of it.
alone, now, without any of his traveling companions--and without the joestar name carrying any kind of weight, here, another peculiarity--he forces himself to bite his tongue. cussing out staff member after staff member is just going to get him detained, and if he's detained, he can't figure out what the hell is going on. so he begrudgingly accepts the deal: a night working the casino in exchange for 'overlooking' his missing booking. he'll have a room. access to other levels. be treated with respect.
granted, that is all under the assumption that he can get through working as a goddamn janitor.
the uniform is non-negotiable, apparently, which is why he's on his hands and knees just outside the dice tables, scrubbing a suspicious stain out of the carpet; he doesn't want to know what it was, just that it's gone by the time he stands up again. going without a shirt feels uncomfortable, but there's nothing there to look at that can't be seen straining through his usual get-up anyway. a pair of loose black trousers and shiny black shoes complete the ensemble, but there's a tight little black bow tie fighting for its life around the thick column of his neck--and it flexes with his irritation, as a drink gets knocked off one of the nearby bar tables. )
Watch your damn elbows. ( he scolds, picking up the glass, using his rag to mop up the liquor and ice spilled all over his cleaned spot on the carpet; once he's back onto his feet, he's a towering six feet five inches, casting an impatient, irritated shadow over the table. whoever's there doesn't matter to him. ) Do you want another drink, or are you intending to spill it all over your shoes this time?
( oh yeah. he's great at hospitality. )
ii. SAY THAT YOU LOVE ME.
No. ( --the answer comes out flatly, loudly, before the girl on the far right of the painting can even finish her little speech. ) We're not doing that.
( she seems affronted, and immediately whispers to the girl in the middle, who pipes up again--just a little bit! just something sweet! rather than address either of them, he shifts his gaze down to the other person stuck in the bathroom with him, as though trying to decide their feelings without having to ask.
should he keep arguing? he could. he would. it wouldn't be the first time that he adamantly disagreed with something ridiculous, although most of the time, he can see at least some measure of silver lining. the only good thing about doing as the teasing trio says is that they'll be released from the bathroom--which means going back to the rest of the casino for more information seeking.
his breath eases out of his nose, annoyed. without even asking his companion-- )
Fine. You said a confession, right?
( the middle girl in the painting nods, enthusiastically. )
A confession, then. ( his gaze slides again to his companion--only this time, he's lifting up a large hand to hold it out, open palmed, as though for the other to take it. at least now that he's done with his janitor stint, he's dressed more respectably: the same black trousers and a nicer top half, his hair tousled without any sign of his trademark hat.
his fingers flex, tipping in towards his palm as though to say just get on with it. )
iii. AN EQUAL EXCHANGE.
( apparently, his transgressions have not been fully forgiven by the staff he cussed out upon arrival. apparently, they have other methods of making his life a living hell. to their credit, he didn't expect some sick game like this to be one of them.
the wheel--is for something obscene, he knows that much. he's been avoiding it in his passes of the casino, as though getting too close might mean it pulls him into its orbit. but apparently, working his shift means that he 'earned' a free spin: and he has to take it, or 'suffer the unfortunate consequences', as the chirpy staff girl said. so he waits, skulking around in irritation, dressed in his provided attire for the evening: and once he's up to the front, he doesn't bother waiting to hear the speech.
he cranks the wheel hard, spinning it with such velocity that it nearly spirals right off its stand. by the time it creaks and slows to a stop, many of the other guests waiting have voiced their complaints; the ticker slides, stills, and falls on--
rather than bother complaining, he takes the fishnet stockings--still packaged, much to his relief--and sinks back from the wheel, immediately on the lookout for someone else displeased with their 'prize'. he doesn't fully understand the implications here, other than the fact that the items have to be "used" or there are, as that damn staff girl would say, "unfortunate consequences."
so it's rather impetuous, the way he approaches someone else-- ) Oi.
( his face is like stone, expression unreadable, flat. he holds out the package of stockings. )
If it makes it easier, we can trade. I'll use yours, you use mine.
( this is another one of those insane trusts of luck: he has to assume that the other person got something just as mild as he did, right? )
OOC & WILDCARD
i'm open to any other prompts not included here, so feel free to write up a wildcard starter & i'll roll with it! for prompt three, feel free to pick any item you'd like your character to have for the sex toy roulette. ota in terms of age and gender, jotaro is 17. canonpoint is the end of stardust crusaders (s3 anime). i prefer tags that are on the longer side, with more detail than not, and i'm liable to drop a thread if i'm not getting what i'm giving in terms of detail and participation in the thread. feel free to send me a PM if you have any questions!
The timeline of events that took him from quiet, solitary room in nothing but a terry cloth robe to bustling red casino in a godforsaken bunny outfit is a complex tale that would take him several hours to properly expound upon. Not because it was a long story, but because it would have certainly been broken up by accusations of kidnapping, death threats and language so foul it'd convert a sailor to Catholicism.
He's over it now. He's good. He's great. He's so chill. Could not even be chiller. Really, could not be chiller, the bunny suit wasn't exactly thermal wear but that was neither here nor there as Gabriel grumpily took to the floor. With every well toned muscle out on display, resplendent in fishnets and pumps, golden markings weaving out from between his thighs, Heaven above only knew what on earth was said to him in order to keep the archangel in check but it must have been pretty convincing considering the lack of impassioned rants about lust and gluttony and blah blah-
"What do you want." Someone's being confronted with a tray of drinks with the same sort of energy one would use to start a fight behind the bus stop. Might be just a little intimidating! Standing over six feet, the shifting feathers and wings that comprise the 'mask' on the angel's face reveal a lovely array of bright blue eyes, numbering in the who the fuck knows, the wild, curly storm cloud of hair only adding to the visual size going on here.
He's big. He's cranky. He has bunny ears and whiskey, hurry up and pick your drink.
Judgemental John
"I'm a sinner?! Me?!" Heaven help whoever is stuck in here with him, if not for the sake of their physical well being than for the sake of their ear drums. The door has been pounded upon, and Judgemental John threatened with every possible punishment he can think of for a portrait, and yet somehow, for some reason, the door's not opened up yet. Why is that, that's not fair.
Blazing gold wings out and fully flared, he turns his attention to the person unlucky enough to be sharing this room with him, gesturing sharply at the painting, can you fucking believe this guy style.
"Can you- Ugh!" He pinches the bridge of his nose between his thumb and forefinger for a second, before scrubbing his hands through his hair. "... Fine. Alright. Whatever. Fine. There's no possible way mine could be worse." It's said with such absolute conviction too, as if he actually believes the story he's selling, crossing his arms across his chest before nodding to his fellow comfort station captive.
"You can go first."
Sex Toy Roulette
The fact that he needs to play these games in order to get currency, and the fact that he needs currency to begin with, has already caused him to go through the five stages of grief in one of the establishment's other, Johnless bathrooms. Now he's back again, and after eyeing up the dice has decided to take his chances elsewhere.
Like the roulette table. Surely, nothing could go wrong at the roulette table. Surely, he would never be burned by the roulette table. Because he's the good lord's very favorite and would therefore be totally protected from being cursed by the RNG.
Surely. He doesn't look entirely convinced, but the siren song of a quick win with a big fat payout is looking awfully tempting.
"I think I understand the appeal to this now." Lord if he gets out of here he will never judge anyone for gambling ever again. But here he is, still waffling, shifting from foot to foot as he weighs the pros and the cons and eyes the collection of toys atop the table. Maybe a little encouragement will help boost his confidence a touch?
[ooc: lmk if you have anything in mind! Otherwise this will be up to good old google dice roll.]
Date Night
Now this was... Okay no it wasn't more his speed, but it was at least closer to it. Gabriel openly looks far more relaxed here, though he's refused every drink on the menu aside from water. ... Not that he hasn't been glancing at the wine every now and again, apparently quite curious about that.
It was without hesitation actually that he plucked a card from the collection on the table, reading through a few of them with interest before settling on one, "What's something that doesn't exist, but should?" He pauses, looking from the card, to whoever is across the table, then back again.
"I could go first if you like. As an example, perhaps? I suppose it might be hard to think of something that doesn't exist yet... Or maybe what is the best thing you've learned this year?" He's reaching for more cards, he may be a little too interested in reading all of them now actually.
"What do the others say..."
WILDCARD
[Your choice! Kinks are here and permissions are here! Catch me on plurk at squiddly if you wanna plot anything or send this journal a DM.]
Edited 2026-03-16 01:47 (UTC)
tsujinaka yoshiki | the summer hikaru died | existing player, new character
( his hands, balled into fists, give one last push to the door--but nothing happens. the lock's engaged, maybe, or someone's on the other side, holding them hostage like some kind of bully, someone desperate to trap them in together when he's been doing his best to avoid eye contact with everyone in this place, to keep from getting caught in one room too long with someone else. that's not to say that he hasn't been looking, observing, watching from a distance with the same kind of lurching unpleasantness in his stomach that he feels now, faced with a talking painting, of all things.
this is the kind of stuff they have in comic books and animated movies, not the kind of things he experiences in real life; it must be some kind of dream. this is all some kind of horrible nightmare, the kind that he would rather wake up from immediately.
those who have trampled upon virtue should be heavily punished!
his shoulders sag, as he turns away from the door--and it's only there that he gets his first look at whoever it is trapped in there with him. guilty, his gaze jerks up and then back down again, staring at the tiled bathroom floor, the line of sinks, the hand dryers and trash bins. is he supposed to say something? is he supposed to do something?
the dipping shadow of his bangs helps hide his eyes from view; he wants to pretend like he'll wake up any second, but the painting--how the hell is the painting even talking--clears its throat, expect, and demands again: your greatest sin, you people! i know you heard me!
taking a step forward, away from the door, his mouth twists into a grimace. ) I think...we're just gonna have'ta do what it says.
( his chin lifts, a distant glance at the painting--which glares right back at him, until he looks at his companion again. ) It's okay. Whatever you tell me, I'll pretend it's not true. I don't mind taking the punishment.
ii. SLOTS: BLACK.
( dinging bells and trilling melodies crash together in the casino: overwhelming, but even worse the closer that he gets to the actual machines. at least the game tables are adequately terrifying enough that he doesn't even bother peeking curiously at their contents; he's seen people rolling dice and stripping down, kissing, sucking, biting--and all that had been more than enough for him to decide that it would be too risky to even circle the perimeter.
instead, he's walking around the long lines of slot machines, observing players, trying to look more like he belongs and less like he's a seventeen-year old thrown into a world that doesn't make sense. at least the staff had responded relatively politely to his request for better clothing: he looks like he's dressed for school, a pair of well-fitted slacks and a stiff white button-down, the sleeves cuffed at his wrists, and compared to some of the grandeur--and skin--he's seen other guests bearing, he considers himself lucky.
less lucky, apparently, than the person whose machine he walks past. the screen flashes, chiming out loud that a task has been chosen!, and the little glass screen rotates and spins with words, instead of symbols. squinting, he eases a step closer as though to read it from behind them--the first task he can't read, but the second spins with WITH A DARK-HAIRED PARTNER and he doesn't wait to read the last one.
he immediately pivots to try to move forward--and nearly crashes into a staff member carrying a tray with cocktails, knocking his head down into a quick bow as though he can excuse himself before it becomes obvious that he fits the bill for the slot machine's task. )
S-sorry. ( he mumbles to the staff, who huffs and straightens up their tray, leaving him there without recourse; naturally, his gaze slides back to the machine, then back again with another mumble-- ) Uh. Congratulations, I guess.
iii. PEACOCK LOUNGE.
( it would be too convenient to be seated at a table by himself. he knows this, but wishes on the impossible anyway: he steps into the peacock lounge and immediately feels his shoulders deflate in relief. there are no strange games here, no odd acts being performed in his vicinity, nothing to worry that he doesn't understand. it looks--like a regular bar, or something similar, the kind of glamorous hole in the wall that would be found on some random street in tokyo, or such is his assumption. the bars in his hometown aren't nearly as packed as this, and not nearly as well decorated, either: at least as far as he can tell from the outside.
a cheerful staff member asks if he's alone--which is a good sign, he hopes--and leads him to a table. it's only once they arrive that he realizes he's not, in fact, lucky: that nothing here is a good sign, and nothing here is designed for an introvert who would rather tuck himself into a dark corner and have an iced tea alone. there's company, seated at this table, and he gives the staff an almost sour look of displeasure as she walks off, leaving him there to deal with--this.
maybe it's just crowded tonight. his hands curl over the back of the chair, staring at the table--and the little book in the center with its title printed in helpfully bold gold letters: DATE NIGHT QUESTIONS.
no. it's not because it's crowded. it's because his subconscious hates him. )
...Are you expecting anyone else? ( it's terse, but polite, because he doesn't want to sit if he's about to embarrass himself; his gaze finally lifts to the other person at the table. ) 'm sorry for intruding.
( another staff member immediately pivots forward to give him an encouraging shove in the back--his knees crack into the chair, and his mouth fits into a frown as he curves around it to sink down and sit at the table properly. )
...Guess I'm suppose'ta be intruding. ( he's trying hard not to slip back into his country boy dialect, but this situation is too weird to have a full hold on it. ) Do you want something to drink? Ah. You already have a drink. Then...
OOC & WILDCARD.
i'm open to any other prompts not included here, so feel free to write up a wildcard starter & i'll roll with it! for prompt one, please be warned that yoshiki's admission may involve attempted murder or other violence. for prompt two, please feel free to pick any of the slot machine tasks/locations! ota in terms of age, yoshiki is 17. m/m only for smut, but happy to thread with f! canonpoint is the end of s1 anime. i prefer tags that are on the longer side, with more detail than not, and i'm liable to drop a thread if i'm not getting what i'm giving in terms of detail and participation in the thread. feel free to send me a PM if you have any questions!
[ Perhaps it's playing with fire but Dorothea's taken note of two things in the Golden Peacock these many months: the first is that when new arrivals show up, so many of them are reticent to play these games out of (understandable) caution; the second is that many, many people she's met appear to simply be lonely, hurting, difficult to give over their trust. And she decides to cut the resort off at the pass and find those people who might need a little help, especially under the guise of anonymity.
It's an easy role to slip into, close enough to how she likes to play things as it is. To play someone gentle, kind, perhaps a little playful, someone willing to listen and to someone ready to soothe the hurts and worries of those who need it. To be the soft landing for a reprieve or their port in the storm.
In keeping with the anonymous rule, she chooses an outfit she wouldn't otherwise wear and a thick, dark lace mask to obscure most of her face. The prompt, of course, is simple: to comfort the lonely, to dote on the hurting, to adore someone for a night. Easy enough.
She arrives second, her match already there when she closes the door behind her. There's a smile in her voice as she slowly approaches the bed. ]
I hope I didn't keep you waiting long. I don't know what they told you about instructions... [ A little shrug accompanies the pause. ] But in here, I'm happy to be whatever you're looking for. Just name it.
a royal night. [ Technically, she's not meant to be in here. Being a 7♣ technically bars her from entering without being attached to someone's hip or brought in on a leash. But Dorothea has something up her sleeve for this night, a bit of obfuscation to go with it all: she's come with a makeshift collar of her own to give the idea of not only fitting in but that she belongs to someone, even if that's not true at all, and she chafes at such an idea. The jewel is a repurposed opal from the gala many months ago, a nod to the complexities of those nights long gone, and she walks in not only dressed for the occasion but her head held high and her gaze careful in its wandering, sharp on any staff that may or may not pull her aside. ]
option a [ She is, of course, pulled aside by one of the staff within the first thirty minutes of the evening. One of the servers hooks a finger beneath the collar that's already tight as it is, nearly cutting off airflow. At no point does she back down, eyes narrowed as she eyes the staff with contempt.
'You don't belong in here. Where's your escort? A proper pet shouldn't stray from their master's side.' ]
Am I not meant to do as I'm bid? They requested a drink and samples to eat, and I am here to provide.
[ The staff looks nonplussed. Dorothea tries to catch the gaze of someone, anyone to at least vouch for her long enough for her to slip away. And perhaps she catches your gaze, whether close by or across the room. A little help would be nice!! ]
option b [ For all of her wiles, she's not a thief by trade nor can she elude the staff all night. At some point, someone's caught her and insists that if she's going to stay, she might as well make herself useful. There are no uniforms but she has to keep her collar on and a pretty little chain has been attached to it, a small tag on it that says Use Me in calligraphy. A black sash is wrapped around her wrist to be removed when someone finally claims her, but until then...
Dorothea's on drink duty, bringing bottles of wine, champagne, scotch, you name it, to the tables. She has a few glasses with the bottle each time and a polite smile on her face that absolutely doesn't reach her eyes. It's still a part she can play, useful and vaguely demure, somewhat behaved. And despite her hopes for someone to scoop her up and keep her from this humiliation, she still has her standards.
Which is why if someone makes a move for the chain, even mistakenly, she makes a faint sound in her throat. ]
That's not for you to touch.
[ She may not be in a place to give orders but she's high enough in rank at a 7♣ that she isn't going to be pushed around, even if she's just being petulant.
But if she knows you? She might just let you take the chain without a word, a brief look passed your way as if to encourage the action. No matter how embarrassing, better to be 'owned' by a familiar face than taken by someone she doesn't know or trust. ]
wildcard. [ PM me for any wildcard options but I want to stick to these two nights or possibly for some dice-related things. ][ As an ooc note: permissions, kinks, and optional scenarios are here. Dorothea is 26 and is open to 20+ of any gender or persuasion. No threads need to result in nsfw (I love gen threads!) and I'm open and flexible to the many varied dynamics we can work into this.
Some thoughts: flipping power dynamics, being designated as a pet while being in charge or being bratty; scheming in the Desire Lounge; pretending to be someone's lover or even playing the part of someone they love... 👀 I love mess, okay. ]
After several increasingly bemused minutes of looking for the uniform he's been tasked with putting on, another helpful passerby offers "This one should fit" and tosses a black leotard towards him. It was pulled from the rack of leotards he's been standing and rifling through, looking for anything with a little more...coverage. However, the helpful colleague disappears before he can ask anymore questions, in almost the same breath that the unintelligible but clearly impatient snap of his "boss" comes from the other room. Whatever this costume is, it'll be best to just put it on and get this over with. Twenty-four hours should fly by in a place like a casino, shouldn't it?
Unfortunately, as he wedges his stockinged feet into a pair of low black heels, mortification has already settled in. And embarrassment always makes time drag, turning seconds to hours and hours to days. It doesn't help either that he gets an almost bored once over from the boss before he's shuffled out onto the casino floor, eyes adjusting slowly to the hazy ambience of an endless room lit with neon and obfuscated with cigarette smoke. Someone else hooks their arm into his, leading him urgently toward the glittering bar, one whole side covered with tray after tray of tall, delicate glasses awaiting a server willing to risk the labyrinth to find the table that ordered them.
"I'm... Is it a problem that I'm not old enough to drink?"
Holding a tray must surely be like holding a palette to some degree (and Hierophant Green will be quick enough to help him stabilize any teetering with a helpful ribbon or two). But doesn't he need some kind of certification for this?
WATCH THE WHORE'S PARADE
After everything he's already seen in the last few weeks of his life, a talking painting really isn't all that high up on the list of things to shock or frighten him. In a way, he's more curious than anything at first, wondering if it's some kind of magic of the resort, or even if the painting might be as haunted as the casino. He'd probably be a little more inquisitive, though, if he didn't so desperately need to pee. Instead of true acknowledgement, he simply waves and even gives a shallow, polite bow in greeting and passing as he hurries past the painting to the next empty stall. And ignores the questionable noises coming from vent in the ceiling above.
The painting becomes a lot more threatening, however, on his way out. Not at first, at least not with anything worse than a scowl and a howl of accused indecency. But when he pulls on the door to exit, it doesn't budge. Here he's forced, then, to confront the man who's burnt umber gaze is unsettlingly penetrating as he waits for a response.
Behind him, the door is still, and ahead of him the bathroom is almost completely silent, until one other person exits a stall and goes to the sink. For a brief but welcome moment, the painting's disdain is turned elsewhere, the same demand posed. And Kakyouin is left to decide two things:
First, what is the painting considering a crime? An actual crime? If so, must one have been tried and convicted? Second, if not, then...is the crime meant to just be something weighing on one's conscience?
A thought comes to him, fresh, familiar, and...well, almost certainly the worst of two evils in this case. But his shameful grimace should tell his fellow prisoner all they need to know about his willingness to be the first to confess to anything.
IT'S JUST A LITTLE TURBULENCE
With his obligations to the bar staff finally met after 24 unexpectedly harrowing hours, Kakyouin is grateful to be back in some normal clothing. Maybe it's a bit of youthful naivety on his part, or maybe he's simply worn out between everything he's been through both before and since arriving here so unexpectedly, but he settles into the booth he's guided to without a single thought beyond collapsing into a comfortable seat. It's only when the server, after taking his drink order, mentions the cards on the table are available if he needs them that Kakyouin sits up and, once more, must evaluate his surroundings.
The lounge is average, if not in decorations then absolutely in terms of not seeming suspicious. He subtly sends Hierophant Green out and up, to hover above the booth and get a lay of the place to see if anything unusual is happening at any of the other tables that he should prepare himself for. (As if anyone could be prepared for something like surprise toys.) The only thing he can see is that every table seats a pair, with a handful of other seating slightly larger groups. More than a few of them, too, are trading cards back and forth. The same cards, he notes, as sit neatly stacked at the edge of his own table. The backs are black with gold filigree and neatly labeled with DATE NIGHT QUESTIONS in the same embossed gold leaf.
No sooner does he pick one up than the waiter returns with his drink...and, as it would so have it, a companion. His violet eyes flicker from the server to the other guest, and his mouth sets straight and uncomfortable. Hierophant Green slides back down but doesn't yet disappear; he's learned that lesson recently, but also simply feels more comfortable with something like a chaperone. Even if the other person surely can't see his Stand.
Instead of reading the card aloud, Kakyouin reaches for his drink—a Sprite, with a lemon garnish—and sinks a little lower into his seat. The card is laid on the table, face up, so that the other person might read it and answer it anyway should they choose. It might make the date a little more fun (for one of them, anyway).
What is the easiest way to bring a smile to your face?
COME ON, BRING IT
Kakyouin (he goes by his last name) is a pretty introverted 17-year-old Japanese student. He has a strange power called a Stand that I touch on briefly in his permissions, but the tl;dr is he's basically astral projecting his life force into a weird green guy that helps him fight/was his only friend growing up.
In addition to the prompts above, I'm also super open to your ideas! Feel free to make Kakyouin the recipient of red slot machine pulls or some of the tamer sex toy roulette options. Also keen for him to be "invited" as a pet to the soiree and traded or coerced to perform with another pet.
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TOP LEVEL 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.
Ashiya Douman | A Terrified Teacher at Ghoul School! (Yohaji!)
shindou rom | mieruko-chan
arthur † legend of the sword (guy ritchie) - INVITE WANTED
aerith gainsborough (final fantasy vii: remake)
🫧 •.˚○˙∘ Floyd Leech ∘˙○˚.• 🫧 ~ Twisted Wonderland
Hua Cheng | Heaven Official's Blessing
asato | lamento: beyond the void
Ashiya Douman | A Terrified Teacher at Ghoul School! (Yohaji!) | new player
((Hello! I'm Pan! Feel free to wildcard anything @ me and hit me up via pm or plurk @
((Douman is over 1,000 years old but appears about 20. M/F, M/M, and M/NB is all good. 18+ will need some CR development, but I'm interested in gen to start and smut eventually. Here is his permissions post & kink list.))
> judgmental john hehehe here we GO!!!!!!!
Maruki heaves a sigh, eyes roving from the painting to the man at the sink next to him as he dries off his hands. ]
Do I look like someone who isn't well-behaved?
[ His sweater vest is tucked into his trousers, so... ]
HERE WE GOOO I was hoping you'd choose this one
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Justine Florbelle | Amnesia: Justine | 6♠
[Justine loves to make an appearance. The casino, this particular one, seems to give her the opportunity to do just that. Dressed in her best, her finest dress and her hair curled and pinned up, she strolls inside, plucks a drink from passing staff, and sips at it while she surveys the scene.
Beautiful.
Of course she’s going to the slot machines first. Justine needs money to keep up her own lavish lifestyle, even here, and what’s better than getting paid to do the most? Or to be the most, in Justine’s case.
She pulls the black slot machine with ease and giggles with delight when it reads: Oral sex with dark hair under table.
Well, she’s certainly not above getting her dress dirty in the spirit of a little fun. So she approaches anyone she can with dark hair- gender has no meaning- and slides a hand along their shoulder from wherever they’re sitting.]
I have a problem and I think you could help me solve it. What do you say?
sex toy roulette - nsfw
[Justine wants that fucking 24 hour pampering. She wants those topless servants and she wants that goddamn royal experience. She’s earned it by being very good and doing everything she’s supposed to, dammit. She’s going to spin that wheel any number of times before it happens.
The first time, she gets massage oil. She doesn’t mind using this, and tosses it between her hands before finding her lucky
victimfriend or stranger.]Come with me. I have a surprise for you. [And she will hold it up for them.] I promise it will be worth your time.
[Another time, she ends up with fishnet stockings. She wears them under her dress and lifts her skirt a little to show a willing participant.]
How many chips for you to take these off with your teeth?
[The last time is when she gets her prize, and she doesn’t look back.]
peacock lounge - gen
[Conversation isn’t really her forte, but she’s willing to go along with it for the sake of taking a small break. And it’s nice to get to know people. Even people she might already know. She shuffles the cards and picks the top one.]
Oh! I like this one. Feel free to tell me everything.
What is one obscure interest that you have?
teasing trio
[Being caught in the washroom is one thing. But being forced to sit and entertain paintings is another. God, if only her own paintings could talk.
That’s certainly not something she’s going to hope for right now, though.]
Well, I suppose I can sympathize with ennui. Come now. [And she will turn to her companion.]
Tell me how pretty I am and I shall do the same for you!
wildcard
[ Hit me up on DM or
slot machine
She takes in the newcomer with a furrowed brow. ]
A problem? What's up? [ Her natural urge to be helpful overwhelms everything else... ]
slot machine
Arthur Lester | Malevolent | 3♣
[Gambling isn’t really Arthur’s vice, but he has to admit that the whole thing has him curious. Still, he has to psych himself up before he barges in, especially because he’s decided to try this alone for once. John can tell him about it later; Arthur’s sticking to the tried and true now. Dressed in a nice suit, gloves on, as always, he takes a few drinks and settles into a table. The cards are a saving grace, and he will start out with a smile and a bit of a stutter before the question.]
How many chances do you give a person before you write them off?
[Or, perhaps:]
How often do you find yourself daydreaming?
[Or, with a bit of a blush, he clears his throat and manages to ask:]
What is something you do not understand about the opposite sex?
[Truly, how hard could it possibly be? Arthur steps up to the red - he’s seen what’s on the black and has no desire to do any of that (yet). But this is something he thinks he can do. He's hoping to be able to simply hold the hand of a friend. Perhaps he might even get lucky and be able to use John for most of it. But of course that's not at all how it goes. The resort seems to know better than that. He pulls the lever and gets Flirt With a Stranger Against the Wall.
Well.
He isn’t hurting for chips, but he could always do this. Flirting isn’t so hard. It’s not so bad! He can do this!
He finds a stranger and stands close, taking a drink of his second (third?) cocktail.]
I’d like to tell you something but - perhaps we could do it there? [He gestures to the wall behind them.
Smooth.]
[He is a few drinks in at this point and feeling a little more daring. He rolls the dice a little clumsily but he smiles all the same.]
Compliment Hand. Well, let me see it so I can do it properly. [And he will hold out a gloved hand for theirs.
But sometimes it doesn’t go that smoothly. Sometimes he rolls and an immediate blush sets on his cheeks.]
Lick - lick nipple.
Ah. Well.
[Arthur is going to be through the casino and lounge, poking his head into places that he probably wouldn’t otherwise. He’s going to stay a bit drunk, but that just means that he’s going to be a little nicer than usual. Hit me up on DM or
date night
I can't claim to know anything about the opposite sex! It's never wise to make assumptions about that sort of thing.
Corbeau 🕱 Pokemon Legends Z-A 🕱 3♥
The Teasing Trio
Dirty Dice
Sex Toy Roulette
(( Aah! There's so much goods stuff here! If you have any questions or want to try another prompt just PM me or message me on
dirty dice
Go on, I expect for my neck to feel fully worshipped. [He's smirking, clearly teasing.]
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edamame | great pretender | 3♣
[if you just so happen to be in the wrong washroom at just the wrong moment. . . you might hear someone yanking and kicking at the door, rattling it on its hinges like he's trying to rip it off. Judgmental John, in all of his judgmental glory, is watching the display with an upturned nose. Did you not hear me, knave? In order you leave, you must--]
[Edamura, the culprit of these terrible door crimes, immediately whirls upon the portrait and jabs an accusing finger at him. he is OPENLY GLOWERING]
Say one more word and I'm tearing you off the wall and throwing you into a bonfire.
[and then he goes back to trying to break the door, leaving Judgmental John to scoff at him in derision. nice]
b. see where they may fall (dice).
[while the raucous and rowdy celebrations at the Phoenix Casino are really not Edamura's scene (doubly so because he is not much of a gambler), the gentle nudging of the Clubs encourages him to poke his nose into the affair, anyway. not to partake in the party itself, and certainly not to wager his hard-earned chips on games he is statistically more likely to lose. but simply. . . to watch. to observe]
[to plan out exactly how he would lift that expensive set of jewelry from an openly wealthy patron, and wonder how much he would get for it if he fenced it to someone back at the Nest]
[but thankfully? this time, the Clubs leaves him a bit of leeway. while the urge is there, he finds he can resist by shoving his hands in his pockets and continuing to walk. which is for the best, honestly; he still feels a touch of guilt over the sheer number of people he managed to rip off the last time his suit decided to misbehave. it's comforting to know he won't lose his mind that much every time the Clubs begins to darken against his skin]
[. . . even if it's annoying that his stupid suit flares manifest that way in the first place!1]
[but anyway. while Edamura doesn't intend to engage in the casino shenanigans, that does not mean they don't intend to engage with him!! so at some point during the. . . day? night? afternoon? whatever?? he finds himself shuffled towards the dirty dice table by a duo of overeager staff members, who have seen him wall-flowering this whole time and think he just must participate, so his time at the newly renovated casino is memorable!]
S-- seriously! No thanks! I'm good, I really don't need to--
[his protests fall upon deaf ears. the ghoulish staff members push him soundly into the chair opposite of you, held there by a tight squeeze of his shoulders. Edamura makes a face, glances down at the dice in front of him, looks up at the person seated opposite. . .]
[. . . and pitches forward to thunk his head against the table. he's fine, probably]
c. warning: will bite.
[there is no way Edamura would attend the high-ranking soiree as someone's pet and/or servant. which is why he, as a lowly rank three, gets involuntarily conscripted to work it instead! wow! isn't he lucky?]
[haha]
[anyway. he plays the role pretty damn well, actually. the crisp suit he was given for the event fits him like a glove, and he balances that tray of hors d'oeuvres like a champ. he even greets all guests-- including you!-- with a pleasant customer service smile]
Good evening! Care for a pastry puff?
[how polite! it's like he was meant to do this job. though. . . anyone with sharp eyes might be able to perceive the way he holds one hand clenched tightly at his side, knuckles white. and are the edges of his smile just a little too tight. . .? hm]
[it's very likely that he simply does not wish to be here!]
d. WILDCARD.
[I'M EASY! hit me with anything!]
((21+ (physically and mentally) for anything NSFW please! ota for anything gen though; gen CR/threads are SUPER loved so don't be afraid to tag in! also for prompt c, while I would love to play him snapping back at anyone high-ranking who might try to boss him around, I'd rather not play around with punishments/him actually needing to be submissive. I JUST WANTED TO WRITE A LI'L BIT OF DEFIANCE. . . it's my favorite thing. . .))
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As the kicking and rattling continues, though, and he hears the painting's snide order... he puts the pieces together. Shit.
He dries his hands and walks over, looking from the painting to-- ah, yep, he thought he recognized that voice. This Guy Again.]
Dare I ask?
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shindou rom | mieruko-chan | wildcard
ii. bathroom hold-up
iii. dirty dice
iv. date(?) night
v. wildcard!
[ ooc ; Open to anything else! Please feel free to pop in a starter, or PM me if you'd like to plot! He's also available to take to the soiree as a wildcard servant; he'd be curious to scope it out, and will pretty easily agree to play the role for some mutual win-win. OTA for gen! 21+ for anything dirty, please, though he'll be more comfortable doing anything NSFW with people who look/act a little older. ]
iii. slams into you like a wrecking ball
[but his people watching has taken him rather close to the dirty dice table, even if he has no intentions of playing! which means he is a prime harassment target for one uncanny exorcist. who. . . slides into Edamura's personal space with a perfectly polite request]
[. . .]
No thanks, dude.
[AND HERE EDMAURA IS, BEING RUDE ABOUT IT]
This kinda game really isn't my thing.
catches you in my powerful arms and swings you around
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layla 'reira' serizawa — nana — queen (♥)
what reira didn't recognize was the person sitting on her fancy couch eating around and drinking her food and wine without permission. she was a very generous queen when it came down to it, offering luxuries to her friends when and where she could but this?
after being gone for so long coming back to this? unacceptable. )
Who the hell are you and why are you in my suite?
— phoenix reborn
when she came looking for specific people and saw they'd been turned into statues, she was left in a mess. her heart was utterly broken and all she could do was relive their shared moments in the chaotic mess that was the casino. she told herself she wouldn't engage in self-destructive behaviors like she did when she arrived, but here she was, drinking endlessly and consuming whatever intoxicating drug there was available to her. she hadn't spent much of her monthly earnings on anything but clothes and food, but now she was blowing it away at the casino in an endless cycle of losing and winning back exactly what she invested.
finally when she couldn't take anymore, she began to try and leave, finding that her energy was zapped and she was left crawling on the floor towards the exit. whoever's ankle she happened to grab would look down on a very slender woman wearing a tight black dress, writhing on the floor like a worm. )
— bathroom hold up, judgemental john (cw: underage prostitution, sex-worker topics)
no since in lingering in the bathroom stall she had crashed into and crying over it. instead she flushed away evidence of her dirty deeds before she began to try and storm off before a loud yelling voice could be heard, the painting in the bathroom springing to life and demanding their confessions.
turning towards the other person trapped in, she nervously looked at them before sighing. )
You go first, you confess then I'll....I'll say the worst thing I've ever done.
— wildcard
wildcard + character info
— phoenix reborn
What...
[ The words disappear at the sight on the ground. Clearing his throat, he shakes his foot slightly, trying to jostle free. ]
Is this one of those 'games'?
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asato | lamento: beyond the void | current player/new character
III — BATHROOM
IV — WILDCARD
( OOC: asato is ~20 years old; no particular preferences on age or gender, though he tends to be nervous/fearful around strangers (women moreso than men, due to lack of familiarity), so smut might need coercion, aphro, suit flare, or to be built up to by gaining his trust. )
arthur † legend of the sword (guy ritchie) † new player
+ judgemental john
+ peacock lounge
+ desire lounge
+ wild card
aerith gainsborough (ffvii: remake, current player/returning character)
– downstairs desires
– soirée of dismay
– wildcard
Jayce Talis | Arcane | 5 ♦
RED MACHINE
LOUNGE
WILDCARD
lounge!
[In the time that Jayce takes to glance down at his notes, Dodger decides he actually doesn't want to sit across from him, and he instead slides into Jayce's lap to straddle him. He smells more like alcohol than usual, but apparently not enough to act drunk.]
Hey, pretty boy.
[At this point it's just becoming an affectionate nickname.]
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Takuto Maruki | Persona 5 Royal | 6♥
ii. teasing trio
iii. dirty dice
iv. lounge date night
v. wildcard
dirty dice
I believe it's you who must perform the action you roll on the body part of your partner. Me. [Hua Cheng gives him a challenging look, still smirking.]
So... are you going to do it? Or pass? [Is he seriously playing to win? Yes, yes, he is.]
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Hua Cheng | Heaven Official's Blessing | new player
[A sprawling, brilliant casino bathed in red? It's a sight that's so familiar that, for a moment, Hua Cheng questions whether or not he's truly landed himself in another realm. The dealers are even clearly ghosts. Had someone truly kidnapped him only to hold up a mirror to his own casino in Ghost City? Perhaps he should be taking notes.
But, while there were very few limits or taboos in Ghost City, the sexual depravity isn't quite so flagrant as it is here. In fact, sex seems to be the focus. Consider his curiosity piqued. Whose realm had he found his way into? Or, if someone had managed to kidnap him, for what purpose?]
II. Dirty Dice
[A dice game catches his eye, and he settles into an empty seat across from his opponent before looking over the rules. He's always had exceptional luck, so he's far from worried about losing. That is, until he realizes that losing or winning doesn't really depend on luck in this case, but on boldness. What even constitutes a lucky roll when everything relates to physical acts?
The dealer pushes the dice in his direction, and he eyes his 'opponent'. Is it opponent or partner in this case?] I hope you're not shy.
[He rattles the dice in his hand before tossing them out. Unsurprisingly, it's a high result. 11 and 12. Well, at least it hadn't been two twelves.] I choose to perform the action. [He looks expectantly at his partner.] Your foot, please.
III. Slot Machines (Red) + Bathroom Hold Up
[Unlike the dice, Hua Cheng actually makes sure to glance over the possible outcomes before proceeding. It makes sense why this machine has smaller payouts; the tasks all seem fairly tame. He pulls the lever and watches as the options spin.
ADMIT A KINK - WITH A STRANGER - IN BATHROOM. Easy enough. He just needed to find a bathroom.
It's hardly a difficult task, though it's far more awkward to walk up to someone else who has randomly decided to enter the bathroom and engage in conversation. He finally decides that the best place to do so is probably by the sinks, washing his hands. That has to be the least invasive spot in a bathroom, right?
So, he waits until someone else appears to be getting ready to leave and clears his throat.] Say, I have a task from one of the games... would you be willing to help me out? All you need to do is listen.
[ooc - After the confession, it'd be fun to have them get stuck in the bathroom, was leaning towards the Teasing Trio, but down for Judgemental John as well.]
IV. Slot Machines (Black) + Desire Lounge
[After looking at the easier machine with the smaller payout, he decides to take a look at the machine with the larger payout. Indeed, these tasks are certainly closer to what he'd been expecting. There were a few choices with the middle category that could make this difficult or near impossible to complete, but he decides to try his luck and pulls the lever.
ORAL SEX - NEW PARTNER - AGAINST WALL
Interesting. And, in his opinion, quite a lucky pull. He keeps the task in mind as he continues to explore the casino, but also doesn't want to wander around propositioning people (although that may be the whole point of this casino). He eventually makes his way to the lounge and discovers the Downstairs Desire Lounge. Well, a place like this certainly makes completing his task infinitely easier. Finding a partner here should be simple, right?]
V. Peacock Lounge Date Night
[While Hua Cheng doesn't actually need to eat, a bit of downtime sounds pleasant, so he finds a table and orders some tea. He's just beginning to inspect the cards set out on the table, fiddling with one, when the waiter escorts someone else to sit with him.
He eyes them with obvious curiosity and sits up a little straighter.] I didn't realize we'd be paired up on an impromptu date. [His lips curl into an amused smirk, clearly not overly bothered by the idea.] I guess, we should start with names, hm? You can call me Hua Cheng.
[ota for general options including flirty, silly things (dirty dice, red slot machine, bathroom flirting etc). for actual sex m/m only. also feel free to hit me up on plurk
Cale Henituse | Lout of Count's Family | 9 ♠
a. black slot machines (nsfw)
He sits down at the black machines and gives them a pull. After the result is sent to his watch, Cale stands and begins to look around for his
next victimpartner to complete the task.Alternatively, maybe someone is eying Cale to complete their task instead? ]
(( ooc: i will probably rng the prompts unless anyone wants anything specific. ))
b. roulette (nsfw)
I wonder what the chances are of actually landing on one of those insta-prizes are...
[ And some of those toys are not necessarily to his licking. Sure, Cale had said he'd probably like to experiment, but is this really the best way to go about it? He doesn't much care for being accused of not knowing how to have fun.
Maybe he just needs encouragement. Or the right partner. ]
(( ooc: i will probably rng the prompts unless anyone wants anything specific. suit flare is also an option for anyone interested! ))
PEACOCK LOUNGE
I'm not sure whether or not you can consider yourself to be lucky. At least this little stunt is fairly mild compared to what it could be.
[ Which means that Cale is content to share a meal with someone else while asking silly ( or serious ) questions. He gestures to the seat across from him. ]
I am starting to get hungry as is.
ROYAL NIGHT SOIREE
[ Cale will attend the function dressed up in an outfit that's similar to one he had back home. Comfortable and appropriate for the occasion, Cale thinks. He actually doesn't care to dress lavishly, but some of the resort staff had compromised with him on this.
Something about showcasing his back and hipsNow Cale doesn't really care for the entire "pet thing," but if anyone wants to ask Cale to take them along, he won't refuse. He'll give them the choice between "pet" or "servant." Either way, servants and pets will be dressed similarly to Cale's preferred styles: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 ]a. trading and keeping
However, he won't refuse anyone else that might be interested in him either. Cale prefers to stay in whatever seat he's found, wine in hand and looking more relaxed and bored than he feels on the inside. Should someone else's pet or servant start to show that interest, then he'll gesture for them to come over.
It's an act, sure, but agency is going to be important, even if he has to pretend otherwise. ]
b. stepping in
I was waiting for you to come back and this is where I find you?
[ And to the "guest" that might be overstepping, Cale will just give them a BRIGHT smile. ]
Sorry, this one is taken.
[ Whether that's actually true or not doesn't matter. There are no expectations. Of course, this is only for those who aren't playing some kind of game with their high rank guest. Cale won't step in unless it's welcomed. ]
WILDCARD
🫧 •.˚○˙∘ Floyd Leech ∘˙○˚.• 🫧 ~ Twisted Wonderland ~ Wildcard
➤ 🫧 •.˚○˙∘ PHOENIX REBORN ∘˙○˚.• 🫧
➤ 🫧 •.˚○˙∘ Games And Lounges ∘˙○˚.• 🫧
➤ 🫧 •.˚○˙∘ A ROYAL NIGHT ∘˙○˚.• 🫧
[OOC: Yo! Introducing Floyd Leech, the twin brother of our resident Jade Leech and equally as troublesome, but in an entirely different way! Note: he's currently 17 from the canon point I'm taking him. All threads can stay SFW or go NSFW without a problem. I don't have a lot of information in his journal yet, but feel free to PM me if you have questions or check out his wiki pages. Few quick intro notes:
Lounge
That's the real reason behind sitting down for this little "dinner date." Or, rather, that's his intention behind sitting down for one of these sessions where people just ask each other questions. It's not until he catches sight of a familiar earring and hears a whine he knows all too well that makes Jade pause.
His dearest, sweet brother. Here. Oh my oh my. Naturally Jade waves off the staff, saying that he is more than happy to find a partner himself, before placing a hand on his twin's shoulder.
Oy... I ain't in a good mood right now!
How precious. As if Floyd's capricious attitude could scare Jade off. ]
Floyd.
[ And that's all that he's going to need to say to be understood. ]
bakugami | ichi the witch | wildcard
I. SKIPPING WORK
II. PASSING JUDGMENT
III. ROULETTE
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nefertari vivi | one piece live action | new character, current player
ii—peacock lounge date
iii—fun and games
iv—a royal night pet
wildcard + ooc info
[vivi comes from the end of s2, meaning there will inevitably be spoilers in here. i can try to keep them at a minimum by request! Vivi herself is 19 and is ota ages and genders, f/m, f/f, f/nb etc. As for prompts, I'm open to wildcards and other scenarios! Please feel free to poke me at
peacock lounge date
It was, and it wasn’t. The moment he’d stepped through the doors thinking he’d just slink off to some private corner he was whisked off to a table with a stranger, and told it was a ‘date’
So he’s the picture of quiet anxiety, averting his eyes more than he should when someone is speaking to him. Unprepared for this socialization. ]
Uh, I guess it’s been about two months now. Which is hard to believe … though I’ve talked to multiple people who’ve been here for years.
Henry of Skalitz | Kingdom Come: Deliverance | 6 of ♠
Slot Machines
Toy Roulette
Wildcard
kujo jotaro / jojo's bizarre adventure / existing player, new character
Gabriel | Ultrakill | New Player
Judgemental John
Sex Toy Roulette
Date Night
WILDCARD
[Your choice! Kinks are here and permissions are here! Catch me on plurk at
tsujinaka yoshiki | the summer hikaru died | existing player, new character
Dorothea Arnault | Fire Emblem: Three Houses | 7♣
a royal night.
[ Technically, she's not meant to be in here. Being a 7♣ technically bars her from entering without being attached to someone's hip or brought in on a leash. But Dorothea has something up her sleeve for this night, a bit of obfuscation to go with it all: she's come with a makeshift collar of her own to give the idea of not only fitting in but that she belongs to someone, even if that's not true at all, and she chafes at such an idea. The jewel is a repurposed opal from the gala many months ago, a nod to the complexities of those nights long gone, and she walks in not only dressed for the occasion but her head held high and her gaze careful in its wandering, sharp on any staff that may or may not pull her aside. ]
wildcard.
[ PM me for any wildcard options but I want to stick to these two nights or possibly for some dice-related things. ]
[ As an ooc note: permissions, kinks, and optional scenarios are here. Dorothea is 26 and is open to 20+ of any gender or persuasion. No threads need to result in nsfw (I love gen threads!) and I'm open and flexible to the many varied dynamics we can work into this.
Some thoughts: flipping power dynamics, being designated as a pet while being in charge or being bratty; scheming in the Desire Lounge; pretending to be someone's lover or even playing the part of someone they love... 👀 I love mess, okay. ]
Kakyouin Noriaki | Jojo's Bizarre Adventure | WILDCARD
After several increasingly bemused minutes of looking for the uniform he's been tasked with putting on, another helpful passerby offers "This one should fit" and tosses a black leotard towards him. It was pulled from the rack of leotards he's been standing and rifling through, looking for anything with a little more...coverage. However, the helpful colleague disappears before he can ask anymore questions, in almost the same breath that the unintelligible but clearly impatient snap of his "boss" comes from the other room. Whatever this costume is, it'll be best to just put it on and get this over with. Twenty-four hours should fly by in a place like a casino, shouldn't it?
Unfortunately, as he wedges his stockinged feet into a pair of low black heels, mortification has already settled in. And embarrassment always makes time drag, turning seconds to hours and hours to days. It doesn't help either that he gets an almost bored once over from the boss before he's shuffled out onto the casino floor, eyes adjusting slowly to the hazy ambience of an endless room lit with neon and obfuscated with cigarette smoke. Someone else hooks their arm into his, leading him urgently toward the glittering bar, one whole side covered with tray after tray of tall, delicate glasses awaiting a server willing to risk the labyrinth to find the table that ordered them.
"I'm... Is it a problem that I'm not old enough to drink?"
Holding a tray must surely be like holding a palette to some degree (and Hierophant Green will be quick enough to help him stabilize any teetering with a helpful ribbon or two). But doesn't he need some kind of certification for this?
WATCH THE WHORE'S PARADE
After everything he's already seen in the last few weeks of his life, a talking painting really isn't all that high up on the list of things to shock or frighten him. In a way, he's more curious than anything at first, wondering if it's some kind of magic of the resort, or even if the painting might be as haunted as the casino. He'd probably be a little more inquisitive, though, if he didn't so desperately need to pee. Instead of true acknowledgement, he simply waves and even gives a shallow, polite bow in greeting and passing as he hurries past the painting to the next empty stall. And ignores the questionable noises coming from vent in the ceiling above.
The painting becomes a lot more threatening, however, on his way out. Not at first, at least not with anything worse than a scowl and a howl of accused indecency. But when he pulls on the door to exit, it doesn't budge. Here he's forced, then, to confront the man who's burnt umber gaze is unsettlingly penetrating as he waits for a response.
Behind him, the door is still, and ahead of him the bathroom is almost completely silent, until one other person exits a stall and goes to the sink. For a brief but welcome moment, the painting's disdain is turned elsewhere, the same demand posed. And Kakyouin is left to decide two things:
First, what is the painting considering a crime? An actual crime? If so, must one have been tried and convicted?
Second, if not, then...is the crime meant to just be something weighing on one's conscience?
A thought comes to him, fresh, familiar, and...well, almost certainly the worst of two evils in this case. But his shameful grimace should tell his fellow prisoner all they need to know about his willingness to be the first to confess to anything.
IT'S JUST A LITTLE TURBULENCE
With his obligations to the bar staff finally met after 24 unexpectedly harrowing hours, Kakyouin is grateful to be back in some normal clothing. Maybe it's a bit of youthful naivety on his part, or maybe he's simply worn out between everything he's been through both before and since arriving here so unexpectedly, but he settles into the booth he's guided to without a single thought beyond collapsing into a comfortable seat. It's only when the server, after taking his drink order, mentions the cards on the table are available if he needs them that Kakyouin sits up and, once more, must evaluate his surroundings.
The lounge is average, if not in decorations then absolutely in terms of not seeming suspicious. He subtly sends Hierophant Green out and up, to hover above the booth and get a lay of the place to see if anything unusual is happening at any of the other tables that he should prepare himself for. (As if anyone could be prepared for something like surprise toys.) The only thing he can see is that every table seats a pair, with a handful of other seating slightly larger groups. More than a few of them, too, are trading cards back and forth. The same cards, he notes, as sit neatly stacked at the edge of his own table. The backs are black with gold filigree and neatly labeled with DATE NIGHT QUESTIONS in the same embossed gold leaf.
No sooner does he pick one up than the waiter returns with his drink...and, as it would so have it, a companion. His violet eyes flicker from the server to the other guest, and his mouth sets straight and uncomfortable. Hierophant Green slides back down but doesn't yet disappear; he's learned that lesson recently, but also simply feels more comfortable with something like a chaperone. Even if the other person surely can't see his Stand.
Instead of reading the card aloud, Kakyouin reaches for his drink—a Sprite, with a lemon garnish—and sinks a little lower into his seat. The card is laid on the table, face up, so that the other person might read it and answer it anyway should they choose. It might make the date a little more fun (for one of them, anyway).
What is the easiest way to bring a smile to your face?
COME ON, BRING IT
Kakyouin (he goes by his last name) is a pretty introverted 17-year-old Japanese student. He has a strange power called a Stand that I touch on briefly in his permissions, but the tl;dr is he's basically astral projecting his life force into a weird green guy that helps him fight/was his only friend growing up.
In addition to the prompts above, I'm also super open to your ideas! Feel free to make Kakyouin the recipient of red slot machine pulls or some of the tamer sex toy roulette options. Also keen for him to be "invited" as a pet to the soiree and traded or coerced to perform with another pet.