【 Thank you for choosing the Golden Peacock, 5-star resort and casino. You are currently registered as a WILDCARD in our system.
Due to a high volume of check-ins, temporary accommodations have been made in our parking garage for all new arrivals. We aim to have all guests moved into their reserved rooms as soon as possible. We deeply apologize for any inconvenience!
All are invited to There Is No Tomorrow, a Phoenix Casino soiree to celebrate our beloved guests. The festivities will begin at 1800 hours on January 20th and end at 1800 hours on January 27th. Please look forward to 168 hours of delight.
In an effort to raise happiness and encourage better guest relationships, attendance is required. The house will assist guests that are too shy to appear of their own accord. Please note that black tie attire is mandatory. As always, we hope you enjoy your stay! 】
PARKING GARAGE
ANY CAR IN A STORM
PHOENIX CASINO HALL
WELCOME TO THE NEXT 168 HOURS
Phoenix Casino is a-flutter with activity and packed to the beak with guests. As a famously ever-changing space, the staff would be remiss if they didn't deck the crown jewel of the Golden Peacock out. The casino glitters from top to bottom, shining brighter than diamonds, rubies, sapphires, opals! Party-goers are shiny and glamorous with picture perfect makeup, fluttering gowns, and sharp suits. Card tables are packed and the slot machines are a-ringing as guests play, play, play! Prizes, luxury, booze, attractive people, it's the place that everyone wants to be at.
Those people being dragged inside by some invisible force...? Silly, they were so excited to come that their bodies moved before they realized what was happening. Those are struggles of joy and definitely not the casino's infamous ghost hands dragging unwilling guests to the party at the behest of the house. Look, they're literally hurling their bodies at the card tables with unrestrained glee!
All clocks indicating day hours and night hours have been removed from the casino. Once a guest has entered, their Watch will jam, making it impossible to keep track of the time. You don't need to worry about that tonight.
▶ All characters on the TDM are WILDCARDS, which means they have not yet been assigned a card value. Suits will not manifest until characters are accepted into the game.
▶ All TDMs are game canon. This TDM acts as the game's January event.
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▶ The top level directory is for new characters only. We want to make sure new characters are prioritized and receive attention! If you would be interested in a game invitation, you can note that in your comment header. This month we also have an ongoing ATP / EMP where players can connect. Please feel free to utilize this for all of your peafowl needs!
▶ If you aren't satisfied with these prompts, 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 regardless!
▶ We ask you to kindly add content warnings to your threads as appropriate.
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[ look, it's like the equivalent of a westerner's congee. sort of. clorinde isn't picky with her food, and she's not one to fight someone else for their favorites. ]
Wei Wuxian, [ she tries, carefully, even though she's sure the pronunciation is a little off the mark. ] I'm Clorinde.
[ she doesn't make a habit of taking people home, so to speak, and with a name like that (and looks like that) she knows she would have remembered it. ]
It's certainly not outside what the resort is capable of. Perhaps this is its way of trying to help, [ "help" ] regardless of whether or not we need it.
[ That actually has some appeal. Panty's mostly thinking of a bunch of hot, shirtless dudes lathered in oil, but there's no reason why that can't be a house rule or something. Lube up or get lost. Oh no. She's actually buying into his idea. OH NO. ]
[ what follows after tseng makes himself comfortable is this: an entrance. never let it be said that badou nails doesn’t know how to make one, even when it’s forced on him like this one technically is. some shouting behind the door, and then it’s wrenched open as a lanky redhead gets bodily tossed inside as if he were nothing more than the ragdoll he resembles. there’s some indignant squawking along the way, even after the door has been slammed shut behind him, and what follows that is a fairly mundane introduction and explanation. seems tseng’s designated partner for the evening had tried his luck one too many times at the games, to the detriment of all the players around him, and so he had been heavily recommended trying his hand at a different game, somewhere far less obtrusive, because nobody likes a sore loser more than a house that enjoys putting them in their place.
said place is apparently the “dominant” in this particular scenario, a decision that, if you asked badou, says more about the house’s feelings towards tseng than him, but hey what does he know about any of this. among the paraphernalia is a box of cigarettes that are easily spotted and hoarded, so at least for the time being badou is mollified enough to play along.
besides, it could be worse, couldn’t it? for badou, that is, not for tseng. it’s probably very, very bad right now for tseng. ]
Y’ever wonder why so much of this stuff leans so heavy on punishment? Like, what, they think nobody ever gets off on being a good boy?
[ don’t read too much into that, tseng. badou has about as much sense of his own personal preference as he does sense in general, which is to say a startling amount, but that only ever seems to come up when it’s most inconvenient.
for now he’s content to settle back on one of the chairs, hooking an ankle along the opposite knee in a rather impressive manspread, useless as it is given there isn’t much space in that chair to share anyway. he gives his cigarette a long, dragging draw, like a deep breath before a plunge. his expression reads remarkably unconcerned, all things considered. ]
Zoro pauses at Mayou's initial response. "Are you someone who can recognize most herbs?" he asks, voice a little less abrupt. He needs to know how much stock he can put in her assessment.
He notices that she's checking out his suit (or so he thinks), which prompts him to notice what she's wearing. He assumes everyone here had received the same treatment, getting their outfits in that strange parking garage.
His eyes follow when she nods into the room, and the sight that greets him makes him want to partake even less. "Are you really enjoying yourself? Everyone there looks like a zombie." There's a slight distaste in his voice, because while he'd wanted an extra store of energy, he doesn't want it at the expense of his sharpness. "I'm looking for the exit," he adds after a moment, dropping his voice in case one of those obnoxious hands were lurking around. "Know where it is?"
[ Unsurprisingly, Panty is palpably skeptical of him showing her anything she doesn't already know. Preaching to the choir here, Loki... though he's a god and Panty technically ranks lower on the celestial scale than he does, so maybe she's wrong? Who knows.
Regardless, her reply is the same. ]
Creepy. I'm getting candy van stranger danger vibes here.
[ Panty narrows her eyes suspiciously at him, going to take a bite of her food--- And pauses once she realizes there's a whole-ass mountain of peppers missing from her plate that have somehow ended up on his????????? What the hell kind of haunted house jank is this? Can Loki even stomach that much pepper? Inquiring minds demand to know! ]
Like I care. Hurry up and scoot your cooch, poindexter.
[ Panty is Very Rude. Gomen.
Worse, she notes the thick book and pencil in Raziel's hands in outright disdain. Who the hell let a nerd on Panty's party bus? She's already offended enough by a lack of hot boys to fawn all over her, so this just makes her already explosive temper that much worse. ]
[Oddly familiar is the sense that sneaks up on him as he's approached by the waitress, and he hates to admit at first he is irritated, assuming this member of the staff wants something of him — will ask him to mingle or request to confirm his status as a high-rank individual with proof. He doesn't like to use his abilities carelessly, and less when it might paint a target onto his back in this strange place. Subtlety is the goal of disguise, isn't it?
Yet he struggles with such a thing, having had little prior experience, and he's not very good at acting. His sister would perform better.
The woman's voice chimes like a bell in his ear at this thought, blinking him back to reality. That humor is lost on him, cool exterior resilient to the play on words; he's looking at the martini glass and wondering if it will give him the illusion of blending in. Something in hand, to look busy.]
Please. I appreciate it.
[He reaches out, gloved fingers plucking the stem of the glass from that proffered tray. He doesn't lift it to his lips. His gaze drifts now onto the outfit the waitress is wearing — but it flits away, avoiding the sight of pale skin through dark fishnets, then carefully returns only to examine that pair of weathered wings from a backless dress.]
Don't let me keep you, I'm certain there are other guests who require your... consideration.
[Even these words carry a dull, stinging sense of wrongness, and perhaps that is why he cannot take his eyes away from her, even after he has had his discreet fill of looking.]
A noncommittal noise leaves Scott at that, mostly agreeing with his assessment before taking the water bottle out. It's the only thing that he really wants from the bag right now, the mutant uncapping it before taking a large sip. If Scott looks bothered or confused by how comfortable Akira is, he definitely doesn't show it. Probably because he's literally woken up with another teen in his bed and they were fully wrapped around each other like... octopuses.
What. Too early to think of any other metaphor!!]
Yeah, just wait. [He snorts, some bitterness entering his voice. Guess he's talking to someone new to the casino. He was in that boat not too long ago.] Unless you get lucky and start off as a high rank. Otherwise, they treat you like you're dirt.
[he seems strangely unbothered by that possibility, too. it is what the youth call. . . desensitization]
[now that they're talking about ranks, though. . . curiously, he rolls onto his side to face Scott, cheek propped in his hand. this is a topic he hadn't discussed with anyone else, and he admits he is a bit intrigued. even if it's dumb!!]
How do they decide stupid things like rank, anyway?
[Finding no easy or convenient way out, Sunday sighs, retreating back to the sofa to sit beside her. He looks reluctantly at the bottle, unpossessed of any desire to Get Drunk right now given the circumstances, but as long as Stelle is enjoying herself...
Perhaps there is something to be said of the calm informality her presence inspires. He feels a little less stressed, if more exasperated for it.]
I suppose I shouldn't discount it [you chaotic trash panda,] but I have a feeling that isn't the case. Nor do I believe this is Amphoreus. Do you?
Sunday has... regrets, standing there drenched, meager robe clinging to his body. Even the wings beside his ears have drooped, once-fluffy feathers now dripping onto his shoulders in that pure encapsulation of a drowned bird. It's miserable. He is suddenly cold, but he doesn't shiver, just... picks up his feet and walks barefoot toward the door, heels squishing wetly on the drenched carpet.
It was a miraculous display of power, one that he will linger on wondrously for a while — but he can't quite keep the woe out of his expression in the moment.]
I offer my thanks. [Sadly.] Though, I never did ask your name. I am Sunday — how should I address you?
( A small, flustered sound leaves her as she looks around the space in front of her, searching for anything that might cover more than this silly excuse for a robe. This isn't anything like what she'd normally wear, and that only serves to frustrate her further on top of how revealing it is. But at least, the stranger with her isn't making this situation worse than it already is. There's a quick glance over her shoulder as she hears him move, seeing the way he rearranges his own robe, before her head turns quickly forward again. )
It's okay. ( She reassures with a small shake of her head. ) It isn't your fault, right? There's nothing to apologize for.
( And she means that, even if she can't stand the thought of turning towards him just yet. Maybe if she arranges her hair a better way, it'll cover more... She's starting to do just that when he speaks again, and she does look over at him this time. The offered jacket earns a soft, relieved sigh, comforted by the thought that this guy isn't trying to leave her like this. But as she holds her arm over her chest as she twists to stretch her hand out for the jacket, she pauses when he fingers brush the material. )
( Even just that small change in his smile is enough for her to brighten a bit further herself. Even if he doesn't match the level of cheer and delight she has to discuss her favorite food, she's grateful for the little bit she gets all the same. And as she looks back at him, she can't help but wonder if there is something around her she could get for him to try. Would he like it? )
Then we'll find some after the game! ( There's a buffet, after all. Maybe there's something there. And if not, well. She can always find something to eat, and maybe she can try something new and find something for him, too! She nods to herself, and it's clear on her expression that she's determined to do just that. ) Black beans and kidney beans... We don't really eat those back home, I don't think. Except for kuromame, but I'm not sure if that's the same, either. ( Her eyes go up, briefly, thoughtful as she puts a finger to her lips thoughtfully.
Her hand lowers after a few seconds with a little hmmm before her attention turns back to the house of cards. ) Let's finish, and we can find something. ( She steps aside, motioning with both arms towards the house of cards, looking every bit like she's working on some game show, showing a prize to be won. )
( Despite the nature of the game, her words are still an excited chirp as she jerks her hand down as he does. As the wheel starts to spin, she pulls her hand back, lacing her fingers together in front of her as she stares up at the wheel as if she's praying. There's a seriousness to her expression coupled with a small, excited bounce where she's standing as she watches. It's clear this is something she's thought about doing, something that she's enjoying despite all the... other stuff.
The wheel keeps moving. Past the first instant prize. Past another. Orihime can feel her stomach drop slightly with nerves, but it doesn't distract her from watching. Her head whips towards him comically fast when he speaks, and her expression says she's hopeful. That she's not going to think like that. )
Lose? There's still a chan— ( Only as she looks back and the wheel comes to a stop on something that is definitely not one of the prizes, she feels her heart stutter, her stomach drop, and there's no denying the blush that starts to color its way up her neck and face. A cock ring. A soft, disappointed little sound leaves her throat, and the only reason she can even bring her hands to untangle from one another is because the attendant cheerfully steps towards her with their prize, dropping it into her cupped hands.
As she looks down at her hands, staring at the thickness of the purple silicone ring in her hands, maybe Gojou will notice that there's a few, long seconds where she looks puzzled. Trying to figure out what she's supposed to be doing with it. And then her flush darkens as she turns to face him properly, their watches chiming with the countdown. Her eyes are down as she lifts her hands, holding them out to him for him to take the cock ring. ) I-I think this is meant for you... ( As in, she doesn't have that particular part. )
( Her attention lowers to the offered hand, and she reaches out easily to take it. Maybe she shouldn't, she has a chance to think, when she's in such a new place surrounded by people she doesn't know. But they're all in the same position here, aren't they? As long as she's careful, it'll be okay, she thinks. (She hopes.) But she realizes what she's most worried about is what they're going to talk about. Even if she has no experience in that area, she is keenly aware of what's expected of them in this place. What the intent of the game is. )
Okay. ( Orihime nods, curling her fingers around the offered hand, holding onto it with a gentle grip as she follows her along. )
It's nice to meet you, Layla-san. ( She replies cheerfully, smiling warmly. There's a cheerful lilt to her voice when she replies. ) I'm Orihime.
( She lets herself be led along, glancing at the different faces they pass, trying to learn the layout of this new place. But she doesn't even know if this place will look the same once this party is over. )
Layla-san... ( She prompts after a moment of walking, feeling her cheeks start to burn. ) Have you... done it before? What this place wants us to do. ( If it wasn't already obvious by the shyness of her tone, she hasn't. )
They mean something sexy. Something revealing, or a costume... like maid dresses, or cop uniforms. Lingerie that barely covers anything. A lot of people get hot and bothered over it.
[ It might've been fun to say all this with a thick varnish of innuendo and flirtatiousness to mess with him, but she can see it's not going to go far if she does, so she relays the information with a slightly pitying efficiency. Poor guy doesn't even know the epic highs and lows of a sexy bunny outfit or something... ]
But I guess that's a resounding no for you. How boring... [ She jokes, tossing the card lazily to join the growing stack on the table. ] As for me, I don't mind dressing up, so long as I'm comfortable. I'd hate wearing something too tight.
[ She gestures an open hand to him to invite him to take his next card, still smirking. ]
[ She stays silent, brows furrowing a bit in response to his cheeky greeting. Acting so familiar with her, and also happening to see her at such a vulnerable time? It raises her hackles, briefly making her want to lash out with a cutting word and put him in his place before he starts getting too friendly. She doesn't like the potential to be pitied by him, and would cruelly nip it in the bud before it had a chance to sprout. ]
It'll be a good morning when you finish up.
[ Making her tea, she means. Her voice is expectant — now that he's confirmed he's making it for her, she's giving very chop-chop, hurry up energy. Still, she doesn't move. Or, when she tries to sit up, the movement of her shoulders is quickly aborted, like someone trying to move an overstrained muscle. ]
I like my tea piping hot... so don't serve it to me lukewarm, understand?
[ She likes the spirit and spunk this woman has, so she smiles into the kiss, awkward and bumbling as it is when she starts. The way she just shoves her tongue into her mouth with little finesse or technique isn't that appealing, but she lets it happen anyway, if only to give her something to stand over her about later. Giving a sultry hum, she tips her head a bit to the side, reaching out with a hand to rest on the side of her neck, pushing back against her tongue and lips languidly, almost lazily.
Feeling merciful, she tries to guide her through a few passes of their lips, playfully tugging at her bottom lip, letting her feel out the rhythm of kissing someone deeply like this, hot and intermittent. When she thinks she's sufficiently had her fill to claim her win, she sits back, their lips clinging to one another before separating entirely. ]
Well, [ She gives her a little (condescending) peck to the corner of her mouth, staying leaned in close. Their breaths are still mingling. ] You get an A in effort... I guess.
[ so, parties. not wolfwood's thing, even if his circumstances growing up allowed him to experience something like this. oh, the eye taught him all kinds of shit—how to mingle, how to schmooze, how to observe, all that good stuff. and yeah, he doesn't quite look like he'd rather be anywhere but here at first glance, but it's safe to say that he... really would rather be anywhere but here. he hasn't had a smoke since he woke up in the parking lot and the lack of nicotine is enough to give him a headache even without the glitzy lights in his face.
at least he has the glasses the hotel had graciously given him. it's the only thing keeping him from wanting to put his head between his knees, or from keeling over while the ghost hands push him inevitably along towards the party. which means that, after a particularly enthusiastic push against his chest, wolfwood stumbles into angelika's path, just managing to throw an arm out against the wall to avoid colliding into her entirely. ]
Shit, [ he grunts, straightening up and whirling around with a glare and a balled fist as if he could actually see the ghost hands. stupid. he runs a hand roughly through his hair before turning back to her. ] ... Sorry about that.
[ She endures the slight sting against her lip with little more than a flutter of her eyelashes, her lips curving into a sweeter smile just as the other woman's fingers leave her skin — she could probably feel the smile coming on right away. It's amused, but haughty. She raises her fingers to run her hand over her lips feeling the slight buzz of the skin there, as if being able to tangibly connect with the ghost of her touch. ]
Going easy on me, hm? Cute.
[ For all that she'd seemed annoyed by Coquelic's behavior, when it came down to it, she still played by the game's rules, and didn't take advantage of the opportunity for revenge. Most people would, she thinks, and it's pretty rare to come across people who she can't get a rise out of like that. It's not a strictly good thing or a bad thing: it's just interesting. She'll have fun playing with her for a while longer, she decides. Flippantly: ]
I guess I might take mercy on you...
[ She lifts the dice from the table, rolling again. Grind on thigh. Lucky again, she truly cannot be stopped. Rather than get up and walk around the table, it seems like she intends to just crawl over it, leaning both her hands onto the wood as she rises, giving the other woman a great view of her cleavage between the skeletal straps of her outfit. If it weren't obvious before while they were sitting across from each other, it's about to be painfully so; the bottom half of her dress is more like lacy lingerie leaving little to the imagination than a structured garment, at least in the front. Not that she seems ashamed or embarrassed about in the least. If anything, she's looking motivated. ]
Or not. Last chance to back out.
[ Said while she's coming over to settle herself into her lap... she'll do it all by herself if she has to, but she'll welcome being helped placing herself there, a steadying hand at her waist or even being pulled in, without protest. ]
You have to make chips some way. So be grateful that you can play with someone familiar willing to help you out.
[ She would leave most other low ranks to the dogs, unless she thought she could squeeze out some money or fun from them. But Hamel is a Sinner like her, and it's important to maintain a connection, a bond. Networking is everything.
With that, she rolls the dice. Pinch ass, which just makes her bust out a bark of a laugh. ]
Ha, what are we, teenagers?
[ Well, chop chop Hamel, she's already eyeing your beautiful curves and wondering how hard she should pinch her. ]
[ she casually rips the last of the tights off w’s legs. as sleek the look is, she’d prefer to lick at bare skin, to bite there, to sink her teeth into a thigh or calf as if a predator who’d just brought down a kill. well not quite when w’s not quite dead yet but, how nice the idea is, if she really had a weapon she could sink into guts or organs or… honestly, the way she flexes her claws might betray how tempting the idea is to just use bare teeth and claws. a whole body can be a weapon, whereas w can manifest them.
but she can’t kill a playmate this fun just yet. ]
Ooh, scary. I see someone likes and wants to keep my tongue that badly! [ she extends the length of it to draw a long wet line up w’s thigh towards her cunt—it’s long, canine, obscene and she knows and uses it in the worst way. and, she’s never actually tasted sarkaz pussy. maybe she usually goes for dark haired lupo girls, even as hook-ups.
but she likes trying new meals. she moves to shove w bodily against the wall, still on the ground but just to brace her as she slaps a handful of w’s ass hard, punctuating those claw marks there. ] Don’t rush me while I’m eating, figa. I’m a Siracusan, I like to savor my food. [ just foodie hobo wolf things.
her mouth dips down to neatly bite the black thong off w, clenching it in her teeth so she could just taste the juices from the fabric before she tosses it aside. and now she can spread her pussy nice and open between her black clawed fingers. wetting her lips with her lupine tongue before it goes to lick roughly at w’s clit, lapping there hot and eager before slithering down to enter her proper. inch by inch into her cunt. ]
[ Nice of you to notice him, Gregor. Then again, it isn't like the demon is difficult to miss. The sheer size of all his more animal attributes doesn't end up halved the way J's height does while he's seated. Massive wings and twin horns do their best to consume every inch of his end of the party SVU's interior, while leonine paws stretch out, their sickle-like claws exposed, as he makes himself comfortable in the line of seats across from Gregor. ]
Oh, I think you were on precisely the right track.
Everything else is a little inconsequential if someone can't manage to figure out where they presently are, hmm? [ So he says. A little ironic when the creature looming in the darkness they're confined within doesn't appear to be in any rush to fill in those all-important blanks for him. ]
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