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π–˜π–†π–‘π–™π–‡π–šπ–—π–“π–™ π–’π–”π–‰π–˜. ([personal profile] saltburnmods) wrote in [community profile] draino2024-11-09 08:00 am
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NOVEMBER 2024 TDM: RENAISSANCE


Welcome to SALTBURNT, a panfandom smut/thriller game based off the film Saltburn, where characters are encouraged to indulge their deepest desires. The money never runs out and the liquor never stops pouring, so you may as well indulge from the bounty. Of course, things are rarely what they seem, and the manor itself seems to have a consciousness of its own. Throw parties, trash the house, engage in youthful merriment, but remember β€” dangers come out at night, and no one, no matter how rich you are, is safe from demons lurking in the shadows.

Threads can be considered game canon, provided the players agree. Players can also start fresh upon acceptance into the game. In game characters can post to the TDM directly, using Β« NEW CHARACTER/IN GAMEΒ» in the header. There will be a spot below for new characters to link their toplevels for easy access. Alternatively, prompts on the Test Drive can be used for in game logs.







WELCOME TO SALTBURNT


It's the hangover more than the light streaming in through half drawn curtains that wakes you up, your brain rattling in your skull, your mouth dry and cottony, your stomach churning with whatever it is you drank last night. If self preservation is your strong suit, you might turn over in bed and see a few painkillers laid out for you on a silver dish, accompanied by a glass of water. If it isn’t, stay in bed and wallow β€” eventually a maid will be in to tear your curtains open, saying, "Breakfast is served," and scurrying out quietly, invisibly. Breakfast? Maybe it’s normal for you. Maybe it isn’t.

You're drawn from the room, either by the mystery, or an undefinable urge that could be supernatural in origin, or could be your hunger catching up to you. It's almost nostalgic, the walk to the dining room β€” have you been here before? Were you drawn up to this estate in a car? Haven’t you done all this already? Maybe you mosey around a library, maybe you run into your suite mate in your adjoining bathroom. Regardless, seemingly all hallways, covered in priceless artworks and ancient relics from times long past, lead to the dining room, where a comically long table houses the Balfours and their many guests, some who seem just as disgruntled and confused as you. No matter. "Breakfast will be out in a minute," they say. What's that?

EDIT SEPTEMBER 2024: For those who have attended breakfast with the Balfours before, a change in routine might come as a shock, given how rarely they stray from form. However, as of September, CARMY BERZATTO has taken over Head Chef position, alongside his cousin RICHIE JERIMOVICH and always the bridesmaid never the bride, SANJI. In place of the self-serve style breakfast, there is an elevated menu, including: a self-serve juice bar, with pitchers of various juiced fruit and vegetables, shaved ice, coconut water, green and black tea syrups, potted microherbs, sliced whole berries, and finger limes. There is also, naturally, liquor and champagne available. Guests can make their own drinks, or ask the allocated staff member to serve them one of the "specials" if they're feeling adventurous.

That said, these are world class chefs, so the gold is really in the menu:
THE EGGS

𝐓𝐇𝐄 π‰πŽππ“π˜: one runny boiled egg shelled and recoated in edible gold leaf, seated on a throne of fried bread soldiers, plated with whipped butter and italian parsley.
𝐄𝐆𝐆𝐒 ππ„ππ„πƒπˆπ‚π“: vinegar poached eggs with hollandaise foam on a bed of toasted freekah and baby spinach.
𝐄𝐆𝐆𝐒 π’π‡π€πŠπ€π’π‡πŽπ”πŠπ€: two eggs poached in a ramekin of pureed tomato, served with a crispy grilled cheese cut to dip.
𝐓𝐇𝐄 π’π˜πƒππ„π˜: french omelette with a light cheese filling, topped with crushed potato chips and chives.
πŽπ„π”π…π’ ππ‘πŽπ”πˆπ‹π‹π„π’: fluffy scrambled eggs in brown butter, served on sourdough.
π’ππ€ππˆπ’π‡ 𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓: mini-quiche made with caramelized red onions and jamon pata negra ham.
𝐄𝐆𝐆 πŒπ‚π’π€ππƒπ–πˆπ‚π‡: bacon, egg, cheese and sausage breakfast muffin that tastes weirdly like it was made at a popular chain with golden arches.

THE SWEETS

❖ momofuku's "cereal milk" ❖
❖ fette biscottate with a sour cherry jam and peanut floss ❖
❖ a warm cinnamon bun served with a shot of espresso coffee for dipping ❖
❖ a macadamia-marzipan croissant with a wattleseed and burnt-honey filling ❖
❖ poffertjes with a liquid nutella injection ❖


If you want to leave, you’ll have to tell Giles, the housekeeper, who will arrange a car for you that mysteriously, or perhaps suspiciously, never arrives. Unfortunately, confronting Giles about it is near impossible, as he’s as good at being invisible as the rest of the house staff. Of course, there’s no reason why you can’t just walk out. The front gates are easy enough to jump over, even if the walk towards them gives you a strange sense of foreboding, or just outright discomfort, as if the ground itself doesn’t want you to leave. Those more sensitive or fragile might find they can’t make the jump, no matter how physically able, or desperately wanting. Still, a strong person could continue on, over the fence and into the lush English countryside. The feeling doesn’t dissipate, though β€” this sense of wrongness, almost sickness, like a weight on your back. Walk into the evergreen, carry on, but the strongest will make it perhaps a mile or so before the weight of dread and paranoia brings you to your knees, and then to your face, flat in the middle of a dirt road. What were you thinking? Is this really better?

Wake up with a hangover, in a bed, the curtains drawn, the maid saying, "Breakfast is served," before scurrying out. The painkillers are there, just like you remember. In fact, it’s all exactly how you remember, as if you never left an imprint the first time, or any mess you made was cleared away while your back was turned. Walk to the dining room, find everyone there eating away at their breakfast.

"We dress for dinner," says Portia, with a kind, if discerning smile. "Black tie."




2 GIRLS 1 CUP

CONTENT WARNINGS: nudity, potential for nsfw.

Over the past few days, a bit of construction has taken place on the grounds of the Saltburnt estate, and while it's difficult to piece together what exactly is being built, it's clear to see: whatever it is, it's massive, taking up a huge percentage of the grounds with multiple included structures. On the outside it seems almost like a neighborhood is being sprung up β€”Β new houses for people to live in, maybe? New shops, disconnected from the manor at large? All is revealed on opening day, when upon entry all are greeted with cheery hellos from jauntily clad persons shouting, "Huzzah!" and "Hail and well met!" For the more medieval and fantasy inclined among you, it might feel like stepping somewhere familiar and homey. To the rest, you know β€” you've just walked into a Ren Faire. Costumes are expected.

Not sure what to wear? Those born between SEPTEMBER to FEBRUARY are dubbed part of the Unseelie Court, which is associated with darkness and decay, generally dressed in deep, dark colors. Those born between MARCH to AUGUST are part of the Seelie Court, which is associated with stars and sky, in lighter, brighter colors.

On either side of the split path, you're assaulted by the scents, sights, and sounds of any ordinary Ren Faire. Vendors pawn off garlicky mushrooms and full turkey legs, or flower crowns and juggling sticks in exchange for a kiss, a secret, a lock of hair, or something of equal nonsensical value. Step inside a shop and see sellers offering crude jewelry and satchels of loose leaf tea, fudge sold by the ounce and porcelain ocarinas. Essentially, if it's kitschy and thematic, you can find it here, being sold to you by people in costume who refuse to break character.

Shopping not quite your style? Fear not! If you're lucky in your wanderings, your might spot the Unseelie Queen ALICENT HIGHTOWER or her counterpart and opposed Seelie Queen LAURALAE carried on palanquins towards the very back of the faire, where the real heart of the show takes place in a small stadium for entertainment purposes β€”Β a tourney for distinguishing yourself as the best among your peers in the manor. Prior to the tourney, all characters are given a favor of some kind ( an embroidered handkerchief, ribbon, garland, or piece of jewelry ) to give to a person of their choosing, be they a competitor or not, to show their support. Strangely, this favor seems to link them through an empathetic, sensation-based bond, so they feel everything their chosen competitor experiences. Mutual favors result in a mutual bond.

The challenges are set: ARCHERY/KNIFE THROWING, SWORDFIGHTING/HAND-TO-HAND, and a BARD'S TOURNEY. In addition to the more ye olde flavor of competition, there are also challenges for COUPLE TENNIS, HORSE POLO, and CHESS. And, in true Saltburnt fashion, there is also a somewhat lewd display of voyeuristic NUDE WRESTLING, where the first person to have an orgasm loses. (You can sign up for these competitions HERE.) To every challenge there is dubbed a winner, who in the old Westerosi tradition gets to crown a chosen "maiden" with the title THE QUEEN OR KING OF LOVE AND BEAUTY and an extravagant wreath of flowers, their victory dedicated to the lucky lord or lady. These wreaths are both fashionable and functional β€” while wearing them, no one can resist following whatever queenly command your character gives. Additionally, winners will receive prizes courtesy of Saltburnt, all to be determined upon victory.

Whichever queen has the most winners at the end of the tourney is crowned HIGH QUEEN OF THE FAE. The Queen is paraded around and celebrated by all, and while tribute is not necessary, it certainly is appreciated!






RING AROUND THE ROSEY


CONTENT WARNINGS: potential for nsfw.

The Ren Faire fixture runs adjacent to the tree line of the forest, which one can enter through a booth manned by THE GREAT WIZARD ARCHIBALD, who warns you to be prepared to enter the Realm of the Fae beyond his backdrop curtain, before handing you a flower and a pair of antlers (or a head piece from your fauna choice) for your journey to the beyond. Upon entering, you are greeted by a forest that bears no resemblance to the woods you've grown to expect in your time at the manor, everything more exaggeratedly lush than it had been even a day or so prior. Plump fruits with slightly glimmering skins grow fat on the vine, every leaf on every tree vibrant and healthy despite the changing of seasons, gone orange and red with the cold. Despite that, it's surprisingly balmy in the forest, everything illuminated by glimmering fairy lights and strung up lanterns. Flowers bloom under your feet, alongside perfect little red mushrooms, everything so idealistic it almost borders on discomfort.

Despite any reservations, there is a wild compulsion to everyone who enters the forest. The flower the wizard gave you is pungent enough to dizzy your head, leading you to the instinct of frolicking β€” or if you're not the type to frolick, then wandering β€”Β through the woods, to find some counterpart to your particular flower in a very innocent (or not so innocent) game of cat and mouse. Once you find them, a simple kiss will serve as enough to claim your prize and ease the compulsion. Unless, of course, you want to give a little more. It couldn't hurt, right?

Wander further through the seemingly never ending woods, drawn on of the beauty of faerie, and find yourself at a somewhat rundown chapel surrounded by foliage, the roof and walls broken down with age, invaded by exploring plant life that crawls and vines through every crack and opening. While the stone altar of indeterminate denomination seems like it hasn't been seen for hundreds of years, let alone cleaned, there's the distinct impression you are walking on hallowed, sacred ground when you move to inspect it. Those clever among you might note different runes etched on what appears to be a wooden tabernacle on an ancient pillar at the back of the chapel. Looking into it, there's a word from an unknown language carved inside, complimented with a cheat sheet bit of yellowing paper which reads F. M. K., with further explanation: FRIENDS, MARRY, KINK.

What could it mean? Well. You and whoever you entered the chapel with, or whoever enters next, are stuck until further notice unless you complete one of the proffered options. FRIENDS, it's time you bury the hatchet, let bygones be bygones and accept our faults moving forward, together, to the future. MARRY, let's seal our bonded union with the trees as our witness, in a church of our own making. KINK, if the altar can't be used for the former, it can certainly be used for the latter. Nothing vanilla will do β€”Β kink up or shut up.

Once completed, you're free to leave and roam around the forest at your leisure. If you wander far enough you might hear a distant, organic sound whirring and clicking from the trees, but don't worry. Whatever is watching you probably doesn't bite.




DIRECTORY


semicharmed: (new development)

[personal profile] semicharmed 2024-12-04 08:47 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Matt nods slowly, his lips quirking ruefully for "when one's mind keeps going." There's another benefit to touch--intimacy--for him, which is that it's one of the few reliable ways he's found to shut his brain down. To become still. ]

Ghastly, [ he repeats, nodding once more. Thoughts of his own death flicker through his mind--terror and dread, chemical burn on his skin, walls of a small room breathing down on him. Matt sighs, glancing to Francesca's face. ] I do think adapting is a good move ... otherwise, you know, everything keeps hurting just as bad, scaring you just as bad, as it did the first time. But ...

[ Matt's quiet for a moment. In the trees, he hears birds going chirpchirpchirp. A brook bubbles, somewhere unseen. ]

I don't know if you've met Diarmuid, but we talked a bit during the game. The gist was not to change so much that you forget how to ... care about other people, have empathy for them. Which I don't know if that's on your radar, it's just what comes to mind for me. It's the thing I wouldn't want to lose, personally.
sonatinas: (bridgertons3ep3-59)

[personal profile] sonatinas 2024-12-12 07:02 pm (UTC)(link)
[She listens, understanding what he means. She leans in more to him when he seems to go somewhere else, her hand squeezing at his a little more. It's grounding, a means to say 'I'm here, too'.]

I have talked with Diarmuid, yes. [Mostly because things like electricity are baffling and amazing to them both.]

I suppose that is a good point. To become stronger in some way, but not enough that perhaps this place's antics are so routine. [A beat.] Though I hardly mind getting closer to people here. Such a concept-- any sort of intimacy beyond man and wife, it would be scandal enough to ruin entire families.

[So there are some freedoms she has been adapting to already, but the horrors are a little harder to adjust to.]
semicharmed: (talking shop)

[personal profile] semicharmed 2024-12-14 02:36 am (UTC)(link)
[ Francesca squeezes his hand, and Matt's shoulders drop slightly. The touch reassures him more than a spoken word would do; it feels every bit as concrete.

His expression warms a bit at the confirmation that she and Diarmuid are acquainted, the Geek Social Fallacies center of his brain lighting up with a hint of nice people all like each other because they're nice. But at the mention of scandal, Matt's expression brightens with curiosity. ]


Intimacy like friendship too? [ he asks. ] Where I come from, it's not exactly an expectation that both parties are virgins when they get married, but most people don't go out of their way to talk about it. And infidelity could ruin families for sure. But it's considered okay for both parties in a marriage to have their own social networks.
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[personal profile] sonatinas 2024-12-21 03:49 am (UTC)(link)
[She can feel the way he seems to relax into her touch, and while she typically isn't the most affectionate with people outside of the family-- for reasons she's about to explain, they are an exceptionally close family, so being able to give this does feel nice. It's a small bubble within this place, but she will take it to feel something good again when so much has made her on edge or feel like she might never feel this accepting of touch herself. The fact she can give it means something to her.]

Oh, yes. A woman unaccompanied with a man, I guess is to assume the worst of them? I did not understand it back home, because well, sex was never spoken of, but with how much young men and young women are segregated, it must be the expectation. [And to be honest everyone in Bridgerton is fucking before marriage or canoodling in some way.]

Even if all we have done is touch hands, it would assumed worse. My brother once dueled his best friend, because he was caught alone with my sister. It was meant to be to the death, but he agreed to marry her, I suppose. [Granted Francesca does not know all the details of that. She wasn't there or why a quick marriage was requested of the queen, that Cressida Cowper had seen Daphne go into that garden as well.]

--My family is quite known for scandal, but we have a place among society, and so nothing has come to our ruin.
semicharmed: (and now some perspective)

[personal profile] semicharmed 2024-12-23 01:15 am (UTC)(link)
[ Matt nods slowly, curious as the explanation unfolds. It's funny how despite the deltas of difference across the worlds, some things don't change all that much. Boys and girls weren't kept apart so strictly when Matt was growing up, but sex not being mentioned? Yeah, not outside of health class.

His eyebrows arch for touch hands, since it's a remark they currently resemble. But he's startled into a burst of shocked laughter when Francesca mentions-- ]


He dueled him? [ he interjects. ] Oh my god, I can't imagine how many people we would've lost from my senior class if there were legalized duels over hand-touching. [ Technically speaking, people used to duel with some regularity where Matt's from, but he's fuzzy on the details. ] Glad to hear the marriage proposal resolved all that. It would've been ...

It would've been so sad to lose someone you love that way.
sonatinas: (bridgertons3ep1-96)

[personal profile] sonatinas 2024-12-27 05:53 am (UTC)(link)
I am not quite sure if they loved each other then. There was a potential proposal from a Prince-- but I do not know all the details of my eldest sister's love life. They are happen and in wedded bliss, two children. All is well in the end.

[Daphne got her dream marriage, and she does dearly love the Duke who is a great husband, though clearly Anthony would have seen to that if he was not. She smiles lightly though.]

It is only recently my turn on the marriage mart, but I have had nothing of the sort-- though the Queen named me the Diamond of the Season. Much like my sister was.
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[personal profile] semicharmed 2025-01-03 05:12 pm (UTC)(link)
Oh, I meant like--for you. [ Matt smiles ruefully. ] Not to presume what your relationship is with your brother. I know sibling stuff gets complicated. [ After all, what was the last interaction he had with his once-beloved sister? An email with some of her photos from Prague, months ago? A like on a post? ] But I'm happy to hear it worked out for them.

[ The phrase Diamond of the Season rouses Matt from his momentary dip into thoughtfulness. He brightens. ]

"Diamond of the Season" sounds pretty good. [ As Francesca may be anticipating by now, Matt swings straight for the metaphysical: ] Magically speaking, I haven't worked with them much, but they're supposed to be good for healing, love, enhancement of psychic abilities, creativity. Diamonds are strong, you know. Carbon put under intense pressure.

[ On the one hand, sure, the reference is probably about physical beauty to some degree. On the other, what's a Queen but a savvy connoisseur of capabilities? She may well see something brave and unbreakable in Francesca's family. ]
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[personal profile] sonatinas 2025-01-07 10:21 am (UTC)(link)
I should hope Anthony has learned his lessons of dueling if I am to think of myself in that situation. Though I cannot imagine losing someone I love. My father died when I was young still, but only seven years old. We all watched as our mother lost herself to despair. [Anthony may have felt it the worst, but they all noticed. They all understood why. Losing their father was the biggest thing to happen to all of them to that point, and it is not something Francesca would wish to think about.]

I suppose that is a better meaning of the title. It is meant to make the person stand out. But I just happened to play the Queen her favorite song on the pianoforte. I did not know that Mozart was her favorite. I did not even know she was listening. [Really, it was a set up, and even she knows it. The Queen was bored, and Francesca was a good outlet.]

She wishes to match me with a Marquis. [And Francesca is already very hesitant with that.]
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[personal profile] semicharmed 2025-01-12 03:21 am (UTC)(link)
[ Oh.

Oh.

Matt doesn't stop walking, since Francesca doesn't. And he doesn't pull away from her, because she doesn't show signs of wanting him to. But those two brief sentences ... Jesus fucking Christ, as if dying and reviving weren't bad enough. Matt's pleasant expression plunges into sudden sadness.

Francesca moves on, almost before Matt can murmur "I'm sorry." And he doesn't push past that. He can't. The central social grace his parents impressed upon him is we don't talk about it. So instead of following up about what sounds like the more pressing emotional issues (dead parent, depressed parent), his thumb brushes once at her arm, and he tries to follow where she leads the conversation. ]


A marquis, [ he echoes. ] Wow. That sounds, uh. Landed. [ He shakes his head. ] You must know your way around a minuet.
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[personal profile] sonatinas 2025-01-13 10:06 pm (UTC)(link)
[It's easier to move past her father's death now, even if it is such a central point to her family and the way it forever changed them. Perhaps it is simply the way she's been raised, social graces not allowing her to really reveal deep truths, but she gives him a tight smile, the briefest of acknowledgments for her own part, when he does issue his condolences. The bit of comfort he gives is welcomed though, something more tangible she feels as his finger sweeps over her arm.

His response gets a little huff from her. It is not as if she planned it herself, and there are a lot of mixed feelings when she thinks about it longer than two minutes, knowing it is all but meaningless while she is here.]


I have always loved to play. Music has been... a way I feel I can understand things. [When nothing else seems to make sense, especially people. It is also a much safer topic for her to talk about, her shoulders easing a little as she hasn't realized she'd bunched them.]
semicharmed: (messy hair)

[personal profile] semicharmed 2025-01-13 11:14 pm (UTC)(link)
Sure, [ Matt agrees. Unlike some of his responses, which give the impression of being measured and weighed and often still found wanting, this one comes fluidly. Easy as an exhale. ] I mean, I don't have any musical talent, but that makes sense to me. It's like, there's the right note in a song or not the right note, you know? You feel it, you hear it, it has its own kind of weight.

For me, I think it'd be ...

[ There's a fallen tree trunk on the path ahead of them, littered with perfect ruby-capped mushrooms speckled with perfect, adorable white dots. Matt offers Frannie more of his arm to help her over--a smooth gesture, the taking-on of weight and then releasing to give her space. ]

Touch, basically, [ he admits with a smile. ] That I feel like I understand.