▶ ORIGINAL TEST DRIVE 2 POST IS LOCATED HERE ▶ ALL NEW TOP LEVELS SHOULD NOW BE POSTED ON TAKE 2
▶ ALL CARRIED OVER OLD TOP LEVELS SHOULD BE LINKED, NOT COPY AND PASTED
【 Thank you for choosing the Golden Peacock, 5-Star Resort and Casino. You are currently registered as a WILDCARD in our system.
Due to unprecedented high demand we are temporarily unable to check you in to your reserved room. We apologize for the inconvenience. We have arranged for a temporary room while we work on processing your reservation as quickly as possible. We appreciate your understanding.
As a special wedding gift from us, we have arranged for you and your new spouse to stay in one of our junior penthouses while you wait. Congratulations on your new marriage. We are so pleased you have chosen our resort for your honeymoon.
You will be notified as soon as your official reservation has been processed. Your comfort and happiness are our utmost priority. We hope you enjoy the provided amenities and lose yourself in marital bliss. 】
EVENS
EVENS: NEW CHARACTERS
Music plays. Instrumental, the tune gentle enough not to disturb peaceful rest. The sudden insistent beep of the Watch is a cutting cacophony across an otherwise sweet lullaby. Upon opening their eyes, new arrivals will quickly discover that something is wrong. The quilt snug across their body is weighty. Crystals glint in a weave of embroidery and cotton shimmers with threads of silver. Dozens of decorative pillows surround the bed. The gauzy curtains of the canopied bed are drawn, obscuring the rest of the room.
Extravagant for a kidnapping. Too extravagent. What’s more, these new guests will find something even stranger than this new diamond-studded suite tucked into bed beside them. Someone else. Who are they, what are they wearing? What happened last night?!
Guests are encouraged to explore the resort from here! There are paper maps available for those who would like and staff are happy to recommend locations if they have any preferences. Enjoy your honeymoon, you lovebirds!
ODDS
ODDS: SPECIAL RE-ARRIVAL
Never trust a hallway in the Golden peacock.
Cross the wrong threshold and time begins to slow. A short hallway becomes long, sheds its doors, only leading to turns without end. Guests too eager to explore the resort have gotten lost before. For how long always varies, dependent upon capriciousness of the resort. Hours? Yes. Years? Yes. Every guest caught in the winding hallways has reported the same thing: time is different there and too difficult to discern.
Some wayward guests have been caught in the endless hallways since the FIRST TDM. Weeks pass before a single doorway appears in the distance. It creaks upon opening before everything goes topsy-turvy. These guests have been let out of a trap door in the depths of Crane's Respite.
All water corridors will eventually lead back to the populated areas of Crane's Respite. The waters are warm, the scent of bath salts returns, and staff are wild with joy at finally finding all of you. They have been beside themselves searching ever since you vanished!
NOTES
PROMPT NOTES
▶ Because we love all of the new characters premiering on this TDM, we kindly request that our Evens prompt be top level exclusive for new characters. Current characters are encouraged to tag in to these prompts with the caveat that they’ve been picked up from their assigned suite (or wherever else they were before) and dumped into the new arrival’s bed. We would like for new characters to have this prompt unique to their top level comments!
▶ Players are welcome to have their current character riff off of these prompts in the log community with the exclusion of the new arrival element. This request is just for TDM top levels.
▶ Current characters and new characters are both welcome to freely mess around with the Odds prompt with the exclusion of the arrival element. For new characters, players may participate with the idea that their character is exploring Crane’s Respite after their unique arrival in the Evens prompt. The Odds arrival element may also be utilized by current player characters who may have been on an unofficial hiatus in January and did not tag as much as they would have liked, to explain any long IC absence.
▶ Octopi may be killed. If a character decides to eat one of the octopi they may find themselves taking on some of its traits. Which traits are up to player discretion.
ELEVATORS
ELEVATORS
The house has recently ordered a full changeout of art in all high traffic areas. The elevators in particular have received special attention with many different famous artworks and portraits studded to the walls for guests to admire. These artworks are treasures of the modern world that one would typically see behind glass at a museum. Guests may even find works from their own world hanging in the elevators. Even famous works that maybe have been lost to time. So this is where they ended up. Is that Vermeer's The Concert?
Guests may find their elevator suddenly stopping without warning. The portraits on the wall stir, curiously studying them, but there are three main portraits calling the shots. The portrait that controls that particular elevator will make their demands known with the threat that, if they are not obeyed, you will be trapped forever.
Elevators will function after the portrait's demands are met. Guests that hold out and refuse may find themselves trapped upwards of twelve hours. Guests with the ability to do so may crawl out of the top emergency door, free to go wherever they want from there.
GREAT TIT!
GREAT TIT!
Great Tit! is the Golden Peacock’s popular dessert bar and cafe. With its bright pops of color and whimsical treats, guests simply can’t resist stopping in for a butt shaped cookie and hazelnut coffee. After catching wind that the resort has decided to celebrate a dessert shop's most lucrative holiday, Great Tit! is ready to impress the masses. Advertisements for limited edition drinks and desserts rain the main lobby; one can’t go three steps without slipping on a neon pink coupon for 10 percent off nipple buns. Guests that decide to pass by the cafe will find themselves assaulted with confetti cannons and eager employees ushering them inside.
Guests will find a temporary communal shower room upon exiting Great Tit! where they can wash off after a fun day of rolling around in sugar. All guests will be gifted a tee branded with a, CHOCOLATE IS MY LOVER logo.
NOTES
PROMPT NOTES
▶ This portraits prompt has been triggered by several characters expressing interest in and investigating the lore of the resort paintings. This is just dipping a beginning toe in, but congrats to all for poking around!
▶ Portraits in the elevator should not be destroyed, purely for continuity’s sake. If a character would go far enough to attack one of the portraits, the portrait will slap them back with ghostly power.
▶ Characters may also figure other ways out of the elevator if they have specific abilities to do so. While the portraits can control the elevators, they cannot control your character(s). Any destruction to the elevator itself is liable to result in a rush of security dragging the culprit(s) away to the Iron Net.
▶ Great Tit! is running a massive sale! Even characters who are on the broke end of the spectrum will be able to afford to join in on the fun and indulge in sugar at these prices.
▶ Players are encouraged to make up any other elements for the Hall of Chocolate. If it’s a dessert and edible, it’s there. Enjoy your sugar coma!
▶ While the chocolate boxes are ICly limited due to Alessandro’s skills as a chocolatier, this is only an IC mechanic. There is no OOC limitation on this prompt as far as chocolate rarity goes.
THE NEST
ALICE AND THE PARROTS
Fashion boutiques are a dime a dozen in the Nest. The shopping hub is massive, lined with stores all trying to aggressively appeal to guests. A challenge in itself — but the guests of the Golden Peacock are no ordinary people. Used to being pampered and fed excitement, if these boutiques don’t bust their bottoms to appeal to the fickle nature of their patrons, they won’t be in business for much longer! One particular boutique, Alice and the Parrots, is riding winds of romantic thrill and churning out a couple of brand new fashion lines sure to draw in loads of chips.
Guests are welcome to try on clothes in Alice and the Parrots' dressing rooms. These dressing rooms are small and can only accommodate two people sharing at a time. Such is the life of a small boutique store. Sharing is no big deal, right? And there’s no way you can buy clothing this expensive without giving it a test first.
NOTES
PROMPT NOTES
▶ Players are encouraged to make up whatever cute outfits they would like for this prompt.
▶ Wedding clothes do not have to be cute and frilly; this section accommodates tastes of everyone.
▶ Alice and the Parrots is more expensive than Love Dove. Their clothing quality is excellent but their price tags are high. Staff may watch low ranks extra diligently to cut off any stealing. Thieves will be chased by NPC security! Anyone caught gets a day in the Iron Net.
CASINO CHAPEL
CASINO FLOOR
A Pop up Chapel has appeared in the Phoenix Casino. Guests are delighting in playing out weddings and pretending to get married — and a few guests are even tying the knot for real. They aren't worried about the sanctity of marriage; they can divorce tomorrow if they get bored of each other. And everyone knows that getting married doesn't mean you can't fuck whoever you want!
Since the resort isn't keeping track of how many marriages a guest has, all guests are encouraged to marry as many people as they would like. The more the merrier!
Wild wedding events will continue all throughout the month of February, until the guests find it's gotten stale. A divorce rush will round out the fun at the end of the month.
NOTES
PROMPT NOTES
▶ Weddings are not legally binding. Birdvis is not registered as a real officiant, but he does have an excellent beak and pompadour.
▶ Prizes from easy mode slot machines are automatic and do not require mod thumbs up to claim.
▶ Chip prize from difficult mode slot machines is automatic. The special prize is 5 reward points to add to your bank on rewards. Players who wish to claim the special prize should link the finished thread (the kink in question has been completed) under their rewards header with the header, Wedding Slot Machine. If you do any combination of 6/6 (finger hand lol) we ask you somehow make this sexy or involve a climax in order to claim the points.
BLANKET CW: Aphrodisiac; Compulsion; Costumes; Dubcon; Entrapment; Foodplay; Gambling; Lingerie; Matrimony; Tentacles; NSFW Images and Language; NTR; Nudity; Roleplay; Sacrilegious Themes
▶ All new characters on the TDM are WILDCARDS, which means they have not yet been assigned a card value. The house is still observing and deciding. As rank and suits are assigned upon acceptance your new character's suit will not manifest until they are accepted into the game.
▶ All TDMs are game canon. This TDM acts as the game's February event.
▶ Current characters may top level on the TDM. Please make sure to review the arrival prompt notes! Any current characters posting to the TDM should note they are current in their subject header.
▶ The top level directory is for new characters only. We want to make sure new characters are priority and receive attention!
▶ If you aren't satisfied with the prompts on this TDM please feel free to check out our LOCATIONS to explore more of the resort.
▶ Smut threads that take place on this TDM can be used for rewards. If both parties in the smut thread join the game, you may retroactively apply the character's initial card values to your 52 bank. If one character does not join the game the thread will not be applicable toward rewards (as that character would not have a card value). The character that does join would still receive a small payout for the encounter. Hopefully it was a fun thread anyway!
▶ We ask you to kindly add content warnings to your threads as appropriate.
▶ If you do not currently have permissions and kinks listed in your character’s journal we suggest leaving a note in your top level of any limits or boundaries for other players to reference.
▶ Thank you for spending Valentine's Day with us! You're our sweetheart this year. 💕
( if jinx got the gist of this whole scenario, she can do whatever she wanted, whenever she wanted, with whoever she wanted, as long as she sleeps around with various people. it's not a bad trade-off, per se, but it's something for her to still wrap her head around. relationships, dating, and definitely sex had been the furthest from her mind for years, and she held no interest besides her weapons and achieving her late father's dream. and she accomplished that mission before being kidnapped, the city of progress is no longer in progress as far as she's concerned and thanks to yours truly. it's kaput, ka-boom'd, and ker-splat. so with that done, what's a loose cannon to do now? without silco around to assign her next task, the world is her oyster.
the casino tickles an interest for her, especially with so many wildcards coming and going to play games or to get... married? okay then. the latter she doesn't give two hoots about, but if people are winning these matches -- it's the perfect opportunity for her fingers to go on an adventure. and maybe if she can find some string and items around, she can put together traps for people to fall into and empty their own pockets for her. jinx doesn't care too much about the money part, she'd blow it to bits if she had her chompers with her, but it's the thrill of it that gets her going. and honestly, she doesn't need a human being to get excited when her explosives do the trick. but sadly, her inflammable friends are not with her, and she has to make due without them, nun ja. )
( humming ever so innocently and weaving around the crowd, jinx gets to work -- her fingers gliding in and out of unexpected pockets with expeditious and ease. doing this is child's play and half of the time, and the girl hardly grants her unforeseen victims a glance. which is an unfortunate thing to do as she brushes along someone who can make her entire world tilt to one side and come into a screech halt............. if she paid attention. jinx pretends to bump into vi like it was some "accident" (with no apology given, either) as her fingers digs down deep into one of her sister's pockets. what do you have in there, big sister? something good? something neat? )
[ it wouldn't be an understatement to call this place, this casino - hotel - whatever you want to name it - as different from the lanes as it was possible to get. it felt much more like being in piltover, in ways, thanks to the opulence and the glory and the overabundance of food and wealth and everything that someone could need. but it was also even more decadent, and gaudy, and people in piltover didn't dress like that, vi was quite sure, and they were a lot more stuffy in how they behaved. the main takeaway, then, was how far it was from home in every way imaginable. how different, how strange, how overwhelming to the senses that it could be.
but vi was still a resident of the undercity, born and raised, and that was never going to change. she could be draped in this fancy monkey suit that didn't match her style, and she could be riding high on a current of uneasy energy at being trapped here in a place that she didn't understand with no idea how she got there, and she could even be distracted by the sights and the smells and the tastes in the air - but she was still vi. she was still vander's apprentice, still a street rat and a fighter and someone who had learned to survive. to keep her head on a swivel at all times. she had to be.
so it doesn't take her that long to realize she's been pickpocketed. it won't be the first time, after all, a skill that she's had to pick up in particular living in the lanes. this one is good, mind you, and jinx will actually escape her pocket - with not very much to take away, unfortunately, since vi is new here and nearly broke because of it - but she won't get far. before vi is clocking what happened, and reaching for a shoulder without even taking in who she's reaching for. before she even notices the blue braids, and the tattoos, and the silhouette that's been carved into her memory with indelible ink. ]
Nice try - [ the words stumble from her lips, a brusque and confident warning, before time rolls forward, catching up, and she's forced to realize who she's looking at. who her hand is on. her mouth goes try, her tongue heavy and slow, like it's been coated with a: ] Powder?
( the more she wiggles her fingers in this said person's pockets, the more she scowls silently. how can someone have empty pockets in a casino?! not one chip? a coin? just a pouch filled with dirt bits and lint. what a waste. but just before she could bolt it out of there, she feels that firm tug on her shoulder -- her eyes larges in shock and her instincts kick in to swing at whoever has a hold of her.
although when the blueberry haired girl spin to see the victim, her heart plummets then scales up to her throat. her pinks gleam a soft, gentle glow as she holds her gaze to her sister's greys. she... she can't be real. her mind must be toying with her again, like it always had. but even so, those fabricated visions could never physically touch her like this. vi's name is at the tip of her tongue, but her voice is lost somewhere in an endless pool of mix emotions. jinx cuts away her glance to the crowd, to vi, and then back to the crowd. what... what should she do now? is caitlyn with her? is vi here to turn her in for what she had done to the council? in a panic, her little sister jerks her shoulder away from vi's grasps and fumbles to regain her footing. run away. she needs to run away. and without thinking, jinx bolts off -- shoving other wildcards aside to make way (and entirely forgetting she has abilities now to speed faster, but hey, she's still learning). )
[ there's no denying it. powder. her eyes are - different somehow, normally so soft and doe-like but now that vivid and startled red-pink that vi doesn't recognize, right away, but it's her all the same. that face, she could never forget that face, especially after having run into her again. if only so briefly. the words climb up into her mind again, and into her throat, and she doesn't even know what to say. doesn't know what she could possibly ever say. it didn't seem to be the right words, before, standing in the mist, in the loneliness, with the flare burned out and the fire lights waiting.
maybe that's why she runs. slips away from that grip and turns to run, her bright blue braids whipping behind her like the trail off a fired bullet. vi takes a moment to process it before she's running, too, muscling her way through the crowd, through the press of bodies, and while she's not as small and slick as powder might be, when she wants people to move? they move. ]
Powder, wait! Come back! [ the words that have echoed around inside of her head so many times before. that were painted on the inside of the prison cell, when she was locked there all those years. powder, come back, i didn't mean it. this isn't even a second chance, it's a third, and she needs it. needs to not fuck it up. ] It's me, it's Violet! We can talk about this!
[ don't make her tackle you, powder. she will if she has to. if she can. ]
('shaddup, shaddup, shaddup!!' she screams at her sister from inside her mind, panicking through the sea of people as she rushes on forward. on occasion, she pushes a stranger to tumble behind her -- hoping maybe they can slow vi down, or they would collide together. jinx knocks over chairs (and nearly trips over another) or dishes out of server's hands so vi could possibly slip onto them.
her little sister is doing everything that she can to give the two of them some distance, because she is not going to get caught and rot in some jail. or whatever jail is to this place. so if vi wants to capture her sister, she's going to have to tackle her to the ground. and she better do it soon, because jinx is heading towards the elevator and in just a few feet, she'll be in and the door will shut. )
[ of course those words don't work. powder looked at her like a wounded animal, all panic and disbelief and the need to run. vi should have known that - did know that this wouldn't be easy, that she wouldn't stay steady. she has to give chase. there's no other way this is going to end.
luckily, vi is quick on her feet, too. navigating the undercity has made her steady, and agile, and quick to react, and it's not too hard to duck over chairs or weave around the people that powder is shoving in her way. frankly, it's just like home, just like those days when they were kids, before everything went wrong, sprinting through the city streets to evade a beating or bring their ill-gotten loot back home before they got caught.
but this time she's not running from something. she's running after her sister, and she sees the elevator door standing open. one more door ready to bar her from the only family that she has left. so she tenses her legs, bows her thighs, and then springs with all of her might. launches herself like a missile to tackle powder around the middle, or maybe just around the legs, to trip her up. to stop her. ]
( she can almost taste the sweet, sweet freedom behind that elevator. a closed-up space where her mind can stop buzzing and the endless dings of slots eases to ring in every angle. but what jinx didn't expect was her sister catching up to her, not with all the obstacles she frenetically placed. she thought it would be a sure thing she'd get away unscathed.
however, her little sister fumble along with the other -- face smacking flat against the floor with her nose smashing so hard that it might leave a bruise later. with vi latching onto her middle, jinx squirms vigorously in hope she's thin enough to slip away through her strong arms. )
No! — I'm not gonna let you trick me again or—or fall for whatever you're gonna say to me!!
[ vi can hear that heavy thud, that crack of skin against floor, and she has a brief moment to hope that she didn't hurt powder too much. she doesn't want to hurt her at all, in fact, never wants to cause her pain again, but that doesn't seem to be in the cards. she can't just let her bolt, after all, can't let her disappear into this hotel. if she lets powder get away now, she might not ever see her again. she feels that in her soul.
so she holds a tight grip to those squirming legs, trying to crawl up a little higher so that she can wrap around her waist. it's like trying to tame an alley cat, but bigger, and stronger, and aiming to hit her heart than just claw her arm open. ]
I'm not trying to trick you! Powder, listen to me, it's just me! Calm down.
( despite all the tussling and the blazing anger boiling in her veins, jinx can't ignore the ache behind her big sister's plead. and it's because of that pain that she settles down in her squirming, which gives vi a change to curl her arms around her midsection. cautiously, she cuts a glance to her -- knowing damn well by doing so, her sturdy walls will crumble into a thousand pieces. because vi always found some way to punch through the barriers she would create around her heart. and this time was no different as her face softens steadily and her lungs thanking her for given them a chance to breathe.
her muscles weaken too, and jinx becomes limp with uncertainty and confusion on what she should do next. what would silco want her to do? probably to continue to fight back and head for the hills... or...something here that's similar to the hills. but after running and thrashing about a few moments ago, her body screams exhaustion and likely yearns for sleep. a good night sleep, not a thirty-minute nap like she tends to do often. )
... Fine. Five minutes.
( she mutters, tossing her head back onto the carpet to stare up at the casino's lights and decor. )
You got five minutes to blab whatever you wanna blab about 'till I start kicking you off me.
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wildcard — casino, just being a germlin & pickpocketing.
the casino tickles an interest for her, especially with so many wildcards coming and going to play games or to get... married? okay then. the latter she doesn't give two hoots about, but if people are winning these matches -- it's the perfect opportunity for her fingers to go on an adventure. and maybe if she can find some string and items around, she can put together traps for people to fall into and empty their own pockets for her. jinx doesn't care too much about the money part, she'd blow it to bits if she had her chompers with her, but it's the thrill of it that gets her going. and honestly, she doesn't need a human being to get excited when her explosives do the trick. but sadly, her inflammable friends are not with her, and she has to make due without them, nun ja. )
( humming ever so innocently and weaving around the crowd, jinx gets to work -- her fingers gliding in and out of unexpected pockets with expeditious and ease. doing this is child's play and half of the time, and the girl hardly grants her unforeseen victims a glance. which is an unfortunate thing to do as she brushes along someone who can make her entire world tilt to one side and come into a screech halt............. if she paid attention. jinx pretends to bump into vi like it was some "accident" (with no apology given, either) as her fingers digs down deep into one of her sister's pockets. what do you have in there, big sister? something good? something neat? )
welp i guess we're doing this then!!
but vi was still a resident of the undercity, born and raised, and that was never going to change. she could be draped in this fancy monkey suit that didn't match her style, and she could be riding high on a current of uneasy energy at being trapped here in a place that she didn't understand with no idea how she got there, and she could even be distracted by the sights and the smells and the tastes in the air - but she was still vi. she was still vander's apprentice, still a street rat and a fighter and someone who had learned to survive. to keep her head on a swivel at all times. she had to be.
so it doesn't take her that long to realize she's been pickpocketed. it won't be the first time, after all, a skill that she's had to pick up in particular living in the lanes. this one is good, mind you, and jinx will actually escape her pocket - with not very much to take away, unfortunately, since vi is new here and nearly broke because of it - but she won't get far. before vi is clocking what happened, and reaching for a shoulder without even taking in who she's reaching for. before she even notices the blue braids, and the tattoos, and the silhouette that's been carved into her memory with indelible ink. ]
Nice try - [ the words stumble from her lips, a brusque and confident warning, before time rolls forward, catching up, and she's forced to realize who she's looking at. who her hand is on. her mouth goes try, her tongue heavy and slow, like it's been coated with a: ] Powder?
hell yeah we are!!
although when the blueberry haired girl spin to see the victim, her heart plummets then scales up to her throat. her pinks gleam a soft, gentle glow as she holds her gaze to her sister's greys. she... she can't be real. her mind must be toying with her again, like it always had. but even so, those fabricated visions could never physically touch her like this. vi's name is at the tip of her tongue, but her voice is lost somewhere in an endless pool of mix emotions. jinx cuts away her glance to the crowd, to vi, and then back to the crowd. what... what should she do now? is caitlyn with her? is vi here to turn her in for what she had done to the council? in a panic, her little sister jerks her shoulder away from vi's grasps and fumbles to regain her footing. run away. she needs to run away. and without thinking, jinx bolts off -- shoving other wildcards aside to make way (and entirely forgetting she has abilities now to speed faster, but hey, she's still learning). )
trauma and disaster incoming...
maybe that's why she runs. slips away from that grip and turns to run, her bright blue braids whipping behind her like the trail off a fired bullet. vi takes a moment to process it before she's running, too, muscling her way through the crowd, through the press of bodies, and while she's not as small and slick as powder might be, when she wants people to move? they move. ]
Powder, wait! Come back! [ the words that have echoed around inside of her head so many times before. that were painted on the inside of the prison cell, when she was locked there all those years. powder, come back, i didn't mean it. this isn't even a second chance, it's a third, and she needs it. needs to not fuck it up. ] It's me, it's Violet! We can talk about this!
[ don't make her tackle you, powder. she will if she has to. if she can. ]
weeee....
her little sister is doing everything that she can to give the two of them some distance, because she is not going to get caught and rot in some jail. or whatever jail is to this place. so if vi wants to capture her sister, she's going to have to tackle her to the ground. and she better do it soon, because jinx is heading towards the elevator and in just a few feet, she'll be in and the door will shut. )
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luckily, vi is quick on her feet, too. navigating the undercity has made her steady, and agile, and quick to react, and it's not too hard to duck over chairs or weave around the people that powder is shoving in her way. frankly, it's just like home, just like those days when they were kids, before everything went wrong, sprinting through the city streets to evade a beating or bring their ill-gotten loot back home before they got caught.
but this time she's not running from something. she's running after her sister, and she sees the elevator door standing open. one more door ready to bar her from the only family that she has left. so she tenses her legs, bows her thighs, and then springs with all of her might. launches herself like a missile to tackle powder around the middle, or maybe just around the legs, to trip her up. to stop her. ]
Dammit, listen to me!
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however, her little sister fumble along with the other -- face smacking flat against the floor with her nose smashing so hard that it might leave a bruise later. with vi latching onto her middle, jinx squirms vigorously in hope she's thin enough to slip away through her strong arms. )
No! — I'm not gonna let you trick me again or—or fall for whatever you're gonna say to me!!
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so she holds a tight grip to those squirming legs, trying to crawl up a little higher so that she can wrap around her waist. it's like trying to tame an alley cat, but bigger, and stronger, and aiming to hit her heart than just claw her arm open. ]
I'm not trying to trick you! Powder, listen to me, it's just me! Calm down.
[ please, you might just be all she has left. ]
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her muscles weaken too, and jinx becomes limp with uncertainty and confusion on what she should do next. what would silco want her to do? probably to continue to fight back and head for the hills... or...something here that's similar to the hills. but after running and thrashing about a few moments ago, her body screams exhaustion and likely yearns for sleep. a good night sleep, not a thirty-minute nap like she tends to do often. )
... Fine. Five minutes.
( she mutters, tossing her head back onto the carpet to stare up at the casino's lights and decor. )
You got five minutes to blab whatever you wanna blab about 'till I start kicking you off me.