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Welcome to Well! See the first prompt for how your characters arrive in Well. Your character arrives with only a handful of memories, clad in a mix of Old Western clothes and clothes that might fit in at a renaissance fair, and no items from home.

Anyone is free to play on the TDM, but you need an invite to apply. Feel free to use these prompts, and interact with the arrival or locations. NPCs are around, but only say a certain set of phrases. TDMs can be considered game canon.

This TDM takes place from the first week of May onward, and can happen concurrently with other events during May and June. This will be the only TDM for May, June, and July.

Applications are open April 26th until May 1st, and May 27th until June 1st. Invites are available for friends of current players.

Arrival: Escape!

Content warnings: forced captivity, blood, eating eyes, drowning in sand, forced intimacy

The First Room

You wake up somewhere dark and damp. Maybe this is your first time waking up here, maybe it's your fourth, but the beginning is the same. You're in a small stone room. The only light comes from torches flicking on the walls. The room is bare except for a metal door. And you're not alone. You and someone (or someones) are here together, and you have to get out.

The door is locked, and to leave it you must just find one key. On the door is a note with a clue:

Freedom is hot!

The key is in fact in one of the torches! Depending on luck, you might find it on your first try, or your fourth. Find a way to extinguish the torches, and handle the hot, hot key to unlock the door.

After this, you find yourself in one of the following rooms. Choose one from the first set, then one from the second set, then one from the third set. You will always end in the final room. You must travel through five rooms to escape.

If you don't complete a task in five minutes, you will return to very first room and have to start again.

You can choose your own path, or comment below to have a random path set for you!

The Second Room

You find yourself in one of the following rooms:
1. There Ain't Room
2. Glitter Bomb
3. Riddles Three

1. There Ain't Room
In this room is a shooting game. There's a barrier with bebe guns attached to it, and at the far end are small cut outs of people. There's a sign on the far wall, in old-West style script, reading:

There Ain't Room

The cut outs look sort of familiar! There are cut outs of you and your compatriot(s), as well as some typical cowboy looking cut outs. Shoot your own cut out to escape! You each must shoot your own one, if you shoot each others', that person feels it as if they have been shot, and will start bleeding.

When you successfully hit all of your own cut outs, the floor under you opens up and you drop into the next room.

2. Glitter Bomb
As you walk through the doorway, you feel oddly.... sticky? Like your skin is covered in honey. Because it is! Yum.

In front of you is a room covered in glitter. There's so much glitter. You can't see a door, but you have to find a way out. Search the room to find the exit.

The exit is a trapped door in the floor. You'll need to make your way through the glitter, all the while it will stick to your very sticky skin. You'll need to dig a big enough path to get through, open the door and get into the next room! Too bad some glitter will come with you, and you'll still be sticky.

3. Riddles Three
A large hour glass in the middle of the room starts ticking down with sand as soon as you enter this room. One three of the walls are riddles engraved in the stone, and chalkboards in front of them. You must answer all three riddles correctly before the sand runs out to escape:

• Where waves kiss sand and breezes blow, where tropic dreams grow, I'm where you want to go. What am I? Answer: Kokomo
  
• With auburn locks and eyes of green, a rival, a threat, a beauty queen. Answer: Jolene
  
• With cowboy hats and boots that stride, no one told me where my horse I ride. Answer: Old Town Road

Once you answer correctly, the hour glass disappears, leaving a hole in the floor that you must jump through to exit.

The Third Room

Next, you find yourself in one of the following rooms:
A. Cry For Me
B. Love Me
C. Hold Me

A. Cry For Me
This room is beautiful and shiny, the walls made of crystals. In the middle of the room is a crystal plinth with a small crystal cup on it. In flowing script around the cup it reads:

Collect five tears

You must collect five tears in the cup to escape. Once you do, an entry way opens in the crystal in front of you.

B. Love Me
This room is very plain, and on a piece of paper dangling from a string in the middle of the room is the instructions for this room:

Exchange five sincere compliments each. Don't break eye contact.

You must do this within the alloted five minutes to escape. If the compliments are less than sincere, you may try again, but if you don't reach the five each by the end of the five minutes or if you break eye contact even once, you will be returned to the first room.

C. Hold Me
This room looks a lot like the pub in town. The walls are wood paneled and there's jangling piano music coming from--somewhere?

In the middle of the room is a mechanical bull, with a sign reading:

Stay on the bull together for 45 seconds.

If you succeed within the five minutes, you're free to continue on!

The Fourth Room

Next, you find yourself in one of the following rooms:
I. Blood
II. Sweat
III. Tears

I. Blood
This room is very tall. There's a rope dangling down one wall. On the wall it reads:

Climb!

And that's what you have to do. The word "Climb" starts to bleed. And then the walls start to bleed. The room will fill up with blood within five minutes, so you better get climbing!

At the top of the room is a hatch that will let you escape through a hatch in the ceiling.

II. Sweat
When you enter this room, one of you finds that you are alone. You're standing at the edge of a pool, and that pool is full of sand. It's also searingly hot in here. On the wall, it reads:

Rescue your partner!

One person is chained at the bottom of a swimming pool full of sand. A counter on the wall counts down until they will suffocate. Better get swimming!

Once you've rescued your partner, a door on the other side of the pool will open up. Better move fast to get there!

III. Tears
This room is dark, very dark. You can just barely see, except for a glow-in-the-dark sign reading:

Eat some eyes!

And that's what you need to do! In the walls are eyes. They're watching you. You must each eat an eye to continue on. Once you do, a door cracks open in the far wall.

The Fifth Room

No matter the path you took to get here, the final room is the same:

The last room you end up in, even though you enter through the same door, you find yourselves separated by a wall. There is a door for each of you at the far side of the room. You can hear each other, but you can't see each other. Each of you have a plinth in front of you, which reads:

Who should escape?

In front of you are the names of yourself and your partner(s). You place the name of the person you believe should escape in a slot in the table.

Once everyone has made a selection, the names will light up:

• If you all chose each other, your room lights up green.
• If you all chose yourselves, your room lights up green.
• If someone chose themselves, and someone else chose another person, the room of the person with the most "votes" lights up green. The others light up red.

If your room is green, when you open the final door, you've escaped! Welcome to Wellstone.

If your room is red, when you open the door, you find yourself back in the first room. Good luck!

When you escape, you step into the lobby of the Staywell. It's bright and airy with beautiful white stone. When you look behind you, it seems that you've stepped out of a supply closet. Weird!

The receptionist greets you as he always does, welcoming you home.

New characters arrive using this prompt. Characters can return from death from the previous cycle using this prompt. You can also just wake up and be in this prompt, so you can do this as many times as you like.

tl;dr:

• You wake up in an escape room! You must finish (at least) five rooms to escape. You have five minutes to finish each room. If you fail, you'll be taken back to the beginning of the dungeon.

It's alive!

Content warnings: public shaming

When you shake off the glitter and the sand, it might be time to head on down into Wellstone town. The air is full of a shimmering warmth that might be familiar to some. It's like the sun has been baked into the very stones and is radiating back up at you. Run-down buildings lean against each other for support, made out of mostly weathered stone with a few old boards here and there to keep structures up. Desiccated, skeletal fingers of dried-out ivy climb them, waving occasionally as you pass. Waving, and… whispering? For more information about how the town has changed, check out this month's Wellstone Post or read the Locations Page.

The town is alive with sneering, whispering voices. It's unclear where exactly they're coming from, but they're everywhere. Step into the Cactus Pad Tavern and you might hear a decisive no manners! spat sharply from the doorway. Make your way to the steaming bathhouse to wash off that honey, but be careful when you're undressing: you might just hear rude snickering from the air around you. Wow, the walls might say, your toes are so long. What weird feet!

The voices might interrupt a conversation at breakfast to make fun of something you said. Your mirror and your wardrobe might question your outfit choices. They're loud enough to be heard by everyone in a public space and seem to delight in saying cutting things at the worst possible moment. You don't recognize the voices, exactly, but they seem just familiar enough to really hurt, and the voices seem to know you well enough. They might even call you out when you tell a little white lie, or let everyone know exactly how loud you snore.

There's no way, seemingly, to get them to shut up, so... may as well get used to it?

tl;dr:

• The town is alive, and it is judging you. Your outfits, your words, your body, your habits: nothing is off-limits.
• The voices sound just familiar enough to feel like voices you know, but aren't able to be pinpointed to a single person.

Comments

[levindicated]

[Cid gasps as he feels Barnabas mark up his neck, then releases a moan as Barnabas puts his mouth on his chest.]

[He winds an arm around his shoulders, gazing down at him as he rolls his hips. He places a hand on his chest- What a lovely idea. He traces the pink nub with his middle finger before taking it between his thumb and middle finger, rolling and pinching. Just to test his reaction.]

Look at you, buxom as a milk maid.

[odinpusrex]

[His breath hitches against Cid's nipple as the man rolls Barnabas' own between his fingers. The comment earns Cid an upward glance and a pointed bite against the tender flesh. He pulls on it, then releases, keeping his eyes locked with Cid's.]

Though dry of any yield that would mark me as such.

[Look, Cid brought this up first.

He grinds up against him, the full swell of his erection making itself abudantly known against the crook of Cid's abdominals. He presses Cid closer to him, encouraging his own grinding in kind, before he leans in to press his lips to the flat plane of his chest, his tongue dragging along as he travels to the dip of his sternum.]

[levindicated]

Ah! [Cid pulls on Barnabas' hair in turn, gazing absently into the water at that monster of an eel in the rippling water he calls a cock. ]

Shame. [He doesn't mean that, but it's simple enough to move the conversation along. His own cock sort of disappointingly doesn't harden up that much. Well. He was older, wasn't he. Perhaps it just needed more encouragement.]

You're pretty sensitive there, aren't you?

[He rubs that nipple with his thumb, watching his face, even as he kisses and licks his chest. Nevermind his own goose flesh raising.]

[odinpusrex]

[The jolt of pleasure as Cid continues to play with his nipple is a little distracting, as he continues to lavish Cid's chest with its own attention. However, the slight wince of pleasure that affects his expression, or the huff of air breathed over the wet spot his tongue just made against Cid's skin is rather telling of his observation.

The throb in his cock tells himself enough about it.

Tilting his head upward, he presses his mouth to Cid's throat, focusing more on the physicality of this than simply words. Lips and teeth press to the soft flesh under his jaw, as he ruts up against him. Meanwhile, a hand slips between his cheeks to glide his finger tips over Cid's entrance, rubbing there with purpose.]

[levindicated]

[Now what does Barnabas think he’s doing with that? He doesn’t think… No. Absolutely not. Cid leaves Barnabs’ nipple alone with a farewell pinch, hand falling well below the water line to grasp the other man’s cock in his hand. He swallows thickly as he squeezes it. It’s heavy. It makes his heart pound in his chest and his blood rush in his ears.]

[He tilts his head to allow Barnabas more access to keep necking him all the while.]

Leaving little bruises are you? Are you going to make me wear a kerchief for the next week?

[His other hand slips to the back of his muscular neck, squeezing slightly, for nothing more than the pleasure of it.]

[odinpusrex]

[Cid's hand on his cock inspires a groan against the flesh of his throat, his breath hot on the freshly moistened spot. His hips jerk forward, and his hand presses with more intent against the dip of his hole, rubbing and flirting with the ring of muscle there.]

Do you desire this to be a more clandestine affair? Free of any evidence of pleasure? Foolishness.

[That hand on his neck feels good, but nowhere near as good as the hand on his erection. It throbs with hot arousal and a need which seems to cut through the fog that chokes out his feelings. It's not a deep cut, but it's something. So, once more he rolls his hips forward, thrusting into that hand as he presses his lips to Cid's neck before he claims it wth his teeth once again, as if marking his territory.]

[levindicated]

Mm, you like that? [It’s a stupid question, but the like is often better tolerated in the heat of the moment like this.] Still, it’s hardly fair. I bet I couldn’t make a mark last on you.

[He rumbles this into his ear, leaning close as he starts a lazy rhythm with his hand.]

… Not that you have to stop. I don’t mind a few love bites.

[odinpusrex]

[Cid gets a pleased chuckle against his skin as a response. It's true, he probably couldn't.

He finds himself focusing on the feeling of that hand pumping him, and the low rumble of Cid's voice in his ear—it's almost too quick when he realizes how close this has brought him. How he's one foot over the edge of orgasm, even with that relaxed rhythm, perhaps because of it especially.

The closeness of it all, the warmth and strange familiarity really has heightened this in a way he hadn't expected, which is why he brings his hand away from Cid's ass to grab that wrist to stop it. Pulling his head back, he looks up at Cid with eyes almost heavy with lust—and perhaps were he another man, they would be.]

Are you trying to finish me ere we have begun?

[levindicated]

What’s the matter, only got one in you?

[He’s distracting him. Purposefully. Half hoping he cannot rise to the challenge.]

Or is this the only chance I’ve got to impress you?

[He leans back and licks his lips at the other man.] …Or are you just really close?

[odinpusrex]

[Barnabas just stares at him flatly, but it's clear any annoyance has not deterred his arousal nor interest in Cid. Perhaps it has heightened it?]

Closer than I would like to be, but this is nary the only chance you will be given. [He is dangerously close though, and the thickness of his voice kind of gives that away. He swallows, as if that helps it at all.]

Are you concerned?

[He noticed how Cid went for his cock when he started teasing his entrance...]

[levindicated]

Then give in. Give yourself to me. I want to watch.

[Cid gives him a luscious squeeze and blinks languidly at him. Decent poker face, that.]

I’m not concerned at all. [It comes out of his mouth sweet and smooth.]

[odinpusrex]

[The squeeze makes Barnabas' expression contort with pleasure, a breath getting sucked in through his teeth as his brow furrows and his gaze unfocuses for a moment. The command on top of it tickles something in his mind he cannot explain, nor can he know, but the effect is a little undeniable.

Were it not for the fact they are in water, it'd be clear just how much that effected him with the precum that would be leaking down his engorged cock's head. Barnabas swallows again, wetting his lips as he looks at Cid with a conflicted expression tinged with something blissful.]

Believe you have the authority to make demands of me?

[His grip tightens for just a moment, as of to remind Cid who it is he' talking to, who it is who has the control here...but then he releases his wrist, leaning fully back against the edge of the bath, his arms resting on the edge. His darkened, heavy gaze locked on Cid as his chest rises and falls with those deep, aroused breaths.

A quiet invitation for Cid to continue, to take it what he desires, and watch what he wants.

[levindicated]

What do I need appointed authority for when you’re falling so neatly in line?

[Cid rolls his lower lip through his teeth. Cid moves with renewed vigor as Barnabas releases his wrist to do what it may. And what it may happen to be is relentlessly pressing Barnabas towards orgasm for the sole viewing pleasure and enjoyment of this singular man.]

[Cid quite happily enjoys making this one of the few things knocking about in his skull. A pretty sight, a pretty sentiment. He holds it tight. ]

What I believe is that you may be a king, but you’re happy enough to play along. So go on, play your part, pretty thing.

[odinpusrex]

[That gets a chuckle out of Barnabas, though it quickly morphs into a rumble of pleasure as that hand works over his cock. He sucks in a breath as he watches Cid through half-lidded eyes, his chest rising and falling with each lustful breath as his core flexes with every pump. As the heat of his impending orgasm settles low in his belly, the build of it like a coil threatening to snap, his hips buck forward, seeking the absolution of his climax.

His breath hitches as his nerves alight at Cid's verbal coaxing, and he feels it begin to wash over him like a waterfall. His head rolls back onto his shoulders, his eyes closing in delight as he breathlessly speaks, his hips bucking into Cid's hand as his dick throbs, his balls pulling tightly towards his center.]

Oh—sweet bliss...

[And then that hot coil snaps, his body jerking and flexing, as he comes with a nearly silent moan. He continues to buck, even as the would-be ropes of come have all been spent, their trajectory thrown by the water its now mixed in. Though Cid can likely feel the yield of his efforts even still. Barnabas takes a moment before he pulls his head forward, viewing Cid with darkened, hazy eyes—though they bear a hunger behind them still, despite him being satiated in one regard.]

[levindicated]

[Cid is actually stunned into silence in sheer awe. He rides Barnabas’ lap, steading himself against the waves of water by planting a hand on one of Barnabas’ massive and powerful shoulders. He moves with him, squeezing his cockhead and watching the strands of come get swept away in the crush of water.]

[Sweet bliss was right. He might not remember much, but he can say with certainty this is the most beautiful sight he’s ever beheld. As Barnabas comes down from it and is given almost enough time to catch his breath, Cid takes him into his arms and mouth once more. He chuckles against the other man’s lips.]

There, was that so hard?

[odinpusrex]

[He readily goes into those arms and meets those lips, that hunger in his eyes finds itself also in his mouth. One might assume the afterglow of orgasm would leave him placid and dazed, yet he seems almost more determined. Spurred on by the swell of sensation and sentiment.]

Not at all, but I should hope that you are.

[Barnabas had taken note of Cid's...half-mast state and how it had persisted. Even if he isn't, well, it wouldn't matter for what he's about to do. Adjusting his arms, he hooks them under Cid's thighs as he leans down, his hands placing themselves on the join of his hips. With a tight hold, and his arms steady, he lifts Cid out of the water, letting his legs rest on his biceps as he buries his face in his groin. Allowing Cid's cock to press against his face, as his lips and tongue tend to the underside of it with a dedicated fervor.]

[levindicated]

Woah, there!

[ Cid grunts with the quickness that the other man moves him, counterbalancing and planting a hand on Barnabas' shoulder to steady himself.]

[Just as he successfully prevent himself from falling from his perch, Barnabas opens his mouth against his half-hard cock.]

Oh... Oh! [He closes his eyes against the pleasure of it, thighs trembling. But the other man is right, he's not fully hard despite himself.]

Don't take it personally, eh? Figures I'd be turning to stone everywhere but where I'd like it.

[odinpusrex]

[Barnabas doesn't respond with words, but he does still use his mouth. Oh, does he ever use it. With it trailing along the underside of it, he eventually reaches the head of Cid's cock, his eyes locked with Cid's own as he takes it within his mouth. His tongue flattens itself against it, working over the foreskin as he draws more of it into his warm and wet mouth.

The taste of him only urges him forward, sucking deeply on the half-hard cock that is now settling within the confines of his mouth. He takes him all the way in, nose pressing into the curls of his pubic hair as he hollows his cheeks on his semi-erection. Then he pulls back, almost to the tip, before bobbing forward again. He's careful, not allowing the half-flaccid state of it to let it slip free of his trajectory, his tongue dragging along the bottom of it as he continues this pace, his lips kissing the root of his cock every time.

Meanwhile, he never loses his hold on Cid's legs, keeping him steady and suspended as he blows him, not even a sign of muscle weakness from holding the man like this.]

[levindicated]

[Well, if he was going to be emasculated, he may as well come about it. It’s really the least Barnabas could do. Cid plants one hand on the stonework behind Barnabas to steady himself and the other tangles into his hair again as he shudders against the rhythmic sucking of Barnabas’ hot mouth. ]

You’re incredible, Barney. [He rocks his hips a little, and he can’t help it if he tucks his pelvis against Barnabas’ open mouth, encouraging him to take all of it as his breaths pick up. He groans, feeling heat build quickly with each pounding pulse. The long line of his torso spasms over Barnabas’ head as Cid begins to murmur strings of pleasured nonsense.]

Please, please…!

[His thighs tighten, locking around Barnabas’ ears as his sounds grow more desperate.]

I’m going to-

[He warns entirely too late for Barnabas to avoid taking the load in his mouth, if that was something he wanted for himself.]

[odinpusrex]

[As Cid's orgasm builds, Barnabas' hunger for his release does too. Which works, because as Cid makes it more obvious he's about to come—his breath quickening, his legs squeezing Barnabas' head like a vice, those beautifully lewd sounds that escape him—Barnabas only continues to push him till he's well over the edge. The warning is utterly unneeded, seeing as Barnabas hilts Cid eagerly to allow his mouth to fill with the bitter and salty reward for his dedicated efforts. Swirling his tongue around the tip, lapping and coaxing out every drop. He savors it, a feral and primal chord being plucked as he allows it to simply permeate his senses.

His eyes fix on Cid's face as his softening cock remains in his mouth while he swallows his prize. He's a little breathless, puffing through his nose mostly with Cid's legs still locked around him, holding him fast to his groin.

But he doesn't mind. He doesn't mind at all, he finds.]

[levindicated]

[Cid pants though his orgasm, falling down against the floor as he stops clamping his head as afterglow washes over him. The position is awkward around Barnabas’ head, though the other man doesn’t seem to mind much, does he? Still, he rearranges his legs and body until he’s flat on steady ground again, facing the ceiling. He looks over at Barnabas and sighs contentedly, reaching out to place a hand on his broad back. He places a hand on his shoulder to coax him to turn and face him.]

That was incredible. You remember how to do all that… Or you just make it up as you go along?

[odinpusrex]

[Barnabas patiently waits as Cid adjusts and repositions himself, freeing him of his cock as he does so. As Cid touches him, he does look back at him. His hair is a right mess, between the sweat and state it was in before, and how it's only got messier with how Cid's body had been pressed against him as he orgasmed moments ago. Though he doesn't little to right the wayward locks of hair, his bangs sticking to his face from the sweat.]

It was mostly instinctual.

[He holds no memories of laying with anyone, it just came a little naturally to him. His body seemed more a guide than his mind.]

Perhaps you found it thus because you have naught to compare it to.

[This isn't a self dig, so much as, well, a reasonable possibility.]

[levindicated]

Well, then I’ll have the mind to be thankful for the little things.

[He reaches forward, affectionately fixing his hair before propping himself up on his elbows, leaning forward and kissing him. He tastes himself, of course. Not that he minds, though it’s pretty strong.]

Not that you have anything to compare to either, though I have to assume that wasn’t the first time we’ve done that. Strange.

[odinpusrex]

[Barnabas mentally lingers in the kiss and the way he fixed his hair, even a few moments after Cid has pulled away. He cannot explain quite what he's feeling, though the depth of it all is rather shallow compared to what most might feel, it feels rather significant to his usual suffocating emptiness.

As Cid speaks, he keeps his gaze on him, watching him with a hazy attentiveness.]

Perhaps. Or perhaps I am rather familiar with such acts.

[But the gentle thrum of his heart says it's more likely to be Cid's assumption.]

[levindicated]

Unbecoming for a king, perhaps, though who’s going to tell you otherwise, mm? Not unusual for them have their share of concubines, right?

[Cid does not touch what that might mean for him. He simply sits up, edging himself back into the water beside the larger man. A craving burns a hole in his chest, one that he cannot identify, but he knows it has something to do with his mouth.]

[Maddening. He chews his the inside of his cheek.]