【 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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▶ 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!
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[ Fuuta is reminding him suddenly of his brother. The guy was annoyed at everything, always, constantly, and had a vicious tongue to boot. Anything Fuuta could say right now would not come close to the barbs Jiang Cheng has thrown at Wei Wuxian, so everything Fuuta says rolls off Wei Wuxian like water.
For now, Wei Wuxian repeats: ]
Kajiyama Fuuta.
[ His pronunciation is a little off, more used to Chinese over Japanese, but he still gets it. Then Fuuta is asking him what he means and he looks a little surprised. ]
Er. [ How does he not know? ] It's my courtesy name. The name you get when you come of age? Different from your birth name, only family or close friends are supposed to use that. Do you not have those?
[ HATE IT HERE. GENUINELY HAVE TO WONDER IF THE HOWL WILL SCARE WEI WUXIAN BECAUSE HE'S SCARED OF DOGS. IT'S FINE. WHATEVER!!!!!
BUT.
Look, it's fine. Wei Wuxian does not stop Beowulf from his actions, letting him undo their robes and letting his eyes drift over the other man's body. They linger on his cock, a raised eyebrow, a pleased expression, and he's tempted to get his fingers around it, to stroke him past that half-mast into full hardness. But for now, he lets Beowulf undo his own robes after and lets the robe fall, pulling his arms back to pull them out of the sleeves and get those arms back around Beowulf's neck.
Naked, Wei Wuxian's body is on display. He cuts a nice figure, lithe and pretty. With his long hair splayed over his shoulders and that sharp smile on his face, he looks good. All temptation. And so, he lets Beowulf pull him closer, shifting to slide over his lap and letting the other man line up their cocks. He'll press his hips back into the palm caressing his ass and then rock them forward to drag his half-hard cock against Beowulf's. ]
Mm, well, I suppose that depends on what you define as trouble.
[ But he won't let Beowulf answer right away, leaning forward to take his mouth in his own. He kisses him, eager and sensual, mouth parting to let their tongues slide together and let the kiss deepen. He'll do that for a while, as Beowulf strokes them. ]
[ Wei Wuxian watches Sunday as he looks down at his plate, as the melancholy takes him. He'll eat his food quietly, not wanting to disrupt whatever thoughts are going on in his mind and when Sunday speaks again, he listens to him attentively.
A ... wizard? But if he could do magic, wouldn't that make him more of a cultivator? Hm. Different worlds, different names, he supposes.
He's about to comment on the idea of so many different abilities being here when Sunday poses that question instead and he's caught, pausing with bacon halfway to his mouth as he tries to come up with an answer.
Mostly because his initial answer is the obvious — I'm more dangerous.
But no, that wouldn't do and there are rules to the way this world work he might not be privy to. If this was his world, he'd be the apex predator. But it's not, and he's not. So, he considers as he takes a bite of that bacon. ]
I think... leaving anything as supernatural as the entity that is this place to roam free like it's done, to let it grow and fester and become as powerful as it is? It's dangerous, no matters its intent. If something like this appeared in my world, a cultivator would have put it down before it grew this large. Now, we're on the defensive, because this is its domain and we're just living in it.
So, yes. It's dangerous, because it has to be, because there's no other option.
[ Wei Wuxian pauses, wondering if they should try first with his shirt on but then that'd be embarrassing if they had to try again and it didn't work. So, he'll just start unbuttoning the shirt he has on, opening it up for Broca to see.
His shirt opens up to his chest and it's not the most muscular chest in the world — he's more lithe than anything else. But it's fine!
He'll even give Broca a little thumbs up. Let's do this, friend! ]
[ Soft, huh? Wei Wuxian is half-tempted to ask to pet them. He likes soft things! His favorite thing to pet are rabbits so, like, it'd be neat to pet a fox... person. A fox person.
But ah... gaps in his memory, huh? ]
Nope. I just woke up here, not even sure where we are or — well, what we're in. I know these are doors on either side of us but I don't ... really get what that wheel in front of you is for.
[ This guy. Wei Wuxian can't help but feel like he's being challenged in some way, maybe even mocked. It's an interesting thing because he's sure Xue Yang hasn't figured out who he is yet so he's approaching him, a stranger, with this kind of attitude. He's still going along with it, but if Wei Wuxian was a little more sensitive, he'd definitely have taken the bait and tried to push back on Xue Yang.
But no, he's just going to do what the game entails. He wants to win and he also wants to get a better read on Xue Yang and how he's doing here. He doesn't seem as fish out of water as Wei Wuxian feels so maybe he's been here for a while. After he died, perhaps? His curiosity is immense.
And then there's those scars. He knew Xue Yang lived a hard life, a rough one, but seeing the evidence of it is... hm. Should he feel sympathy? Pity? He doesn't know. He never really knew Xue Yang in the first place, just knew his actions and how despicable they were. He's unforgivable but that doesn't mean his life wasn't hard either.
(Though, granted, people would say that about him, wouldn't they?)
Ah — he's getting mired in thought. He focuses again and leans in, ducking his head to press his mouth to Xue Yang's throat, kissing it gently. He doesn't know how much he needs to kiss him for it to count, so he presses a few kisses against his throat, his adam's apple, across his collarbone. It didn't say suck, just kiss, so he keeps his kisses light for now. ]
But that. Is a hell of a question. The surprise of it shows on Wei Wuxian's face, not even going to hide or downplay it. He's genuinely caught off guard by such a question and immediately tries to wonder over his answer, but isn't sure what he could come up with. He's been told he's evil, a tyrant, a murderer and a vicious fiend time and time again. But he knows he lives with a clear conscience so does any of that count as regret?
... Ah, wait. He knows what his answer is. But does he want to share it? ]
Are you going to answer, gongzi?
[ A word that basically translates to sir or master, Wei Wuxian is being respectful to Neuvillette. He doesn't know his name yet but he can tell the man is elegant, well mannered. ]
[ It strokes her ego to be desired, and well, her own interest is clear enough, simmering beneath that put-together, arrogant flair she has. There's quite a size difference between them, and it sends a pleasant thrill through her to call more attention to it, her lithe frame lowering atop her thigh like a throne. And, as before, she likes to be the one in control, the one making someone else feel flustered. She drinks in that flush at the tip of her ears like fine wine, smirking like a cat who's gotten the cream.
As expected, her skin is warm against her clothed thigh, and the line of her body. Coquelic leans in so that their bodies are more flush, loosely wrapping her arms around the other woman's shoulders — all so she can have her lips barely brushing her ear where her head lays, not close enough to kiss at it, but close enough that her breath fans over the skin there pleasantly. ]
Nervous?
[ She whispers, asking the question rhetorically, not expecting an answer. Up close, the fragrance of fresh, lush poppies around her is dizzying, every inch of her seeming floral, ethereally so. But, nonetheless, she's here for a reason. The roll of her hips against her thigh is deliberate, indulgent and slow, making sure she feels every movement — and that she feels more than hears the satisfied sigh she intentionally breathes into her ear. Her eyes are watching, wanting to see the skin get more and more flushed, and now that she's gone this far... a hunger is sparking in her. Out here at this party, using her like this, getting her all hot and bothered while barely doing a thing... it's hot.
For that reason, she doesn't move, even after she's taken her turn. As in most things, Coquelic is greedy, and she'll wring out as much fun as she can out of this lucky roll. If anything, it'll be cute to see if she plays along for a time, maybe even cuter if she flusters out of her mind. She can't decide which outcome she'd like better. ]
[ He thanks her quietly as he takes the jacket off his suit, letting himself occupy that empty spot from across her place on the table. He nods at her warning, settling himself and pulling his sleeves up to stay by his elbows. ]
That's what I've been gathering. I doubt they're the same kind of "people" I'm aware of, but they're not so different. They sure enjoy using humans in their games, watching us play instead of playing the games themselves.
[ He says, remaining calm like he's just here for the card game alone and gesturing at the cards with a small tug on his lips. ]
So, I'll let you have the honors of asking the first question. Hope you pick a spicy one.
[No one can blame him for leaning against Kizuna, right? He's just warm and comfortable and after a day or two of 'partying' (with some guests and staff still treating him like he's not worth much), it's honestly kind of nice to be held like this. Scott's always been weak to simple embraces, that feeling of belonging and feeling wanted, so it doesn't really take that long for those last vestiges of his protesting nature to fade away. Tension releases from the teen's shoulders, arm falling back from his shades now that he's more confident that they won't be knocked off.
He does his best to try and tilt his head up, trying to get a better look at the man that's still pressed against him. Although Scott's accepted his embrace, it doesn't stop the teen from thinking that he's still pretty weird.]
Huh? Are you saying that I'm cute?
[What??? Boys don't want to be called cute!! Although, he didn't even say that, Scott's putting words in his mouth and so embarrassment flares up in him, cheeks turning just slightly red.] Never mind, I mean. I'm fine. I guess.
[Maybe Scott is the real embarrassing one between them.]
[ Though Joshua doesn't think it's some sort of deity either. It is a powerful being, regardless.
This conversation (a rather smart one!) is enough to distract Joshua from the fact that they both woke up here. It's fine - at least they're both calm. ]
Not too long to know much, I'm afraid. I believe I arrived some moons ago - four, perhaps? 'tis quite the challenge to understand how everything here functions. I hope this realm will be kind to you.
[ he's about to insist that she take it, because she's a lady and the last thing he wants is for her to somehow catch a cold with the air con blasting around them. nevermind the fact that it's just a spill down her front, rather than her being drenched in it. again, he's stupid.
except she grabs his hand and he's stunned for a moment while looking at their joined hands, just long enough for her to pull him along on her way back to the front doors. it's only when she addresses the guard that he snaps out of it, resisting the urge to balk at what she says. the guard looks unimpressed by angelika's attitude but before the guy can get a word in, wolfwood steps closer. he leans in to nose lightly against her temple, as if he's about to share a secret with her, but pitches his voice a little louder so that the guard can hear him. ]
Easy, sweetheart. He's just doin' his job.
[ the guard seems to hesitate at the little display and wolfwood figures he may as well take the opportunity: he lets go of her hand to wrap his arm around her waist and pull her flush against him, leaning in to kiss her. ]
[ Archer isn't sure escape attempts will work; however, he would rather try, at least once, to gauge how much leeway this absurd place actually allows. Especially since the general atmosphere of this party is repulsive to him.
What he doesn't expect is to be addressed by an unfamiliar voice - and by his class, no less.
Archer turns, and there's no recognition in his eyes. He does, however, assess the other man quietly. ]
Yes. [ There's no point in denying that. ] Though I'm afraid you have me at something of a disadvantage.
[ first taste of sarkaz clit and it's nice and hard and red and cute, like a candy. she'd practically lavish her tongue right to it as if it were, suck to it just once before her tongue pushes into that pussy and... oh, it's tight. that doesn't necessarily mean much except that she'll definitely have to thrust and invade her way in here, and guess how much that turns her on. her tongue and mouth are meant for tasting and eating and it's probably just such an unsafe and questionable decision to let the maw of a mad beast like her anywhere near pussy but here she is. she'll even be so courteous and not just thrust a knife right into w or anything. as tasty as the idea is.
but she does want to taste and savor every inch of this cunt. the growl that comes from her practically like a laugh as she buries her face between w's thighs and her tongue slides into her, long and flexible and sleek. longer than the fake blade but not quite sharp--except for her black claws, which continue to push w's legs apart until she's practically spread like a gymnast. keeping eye contact with her through her fringe of white hair, and then one hand goes back to grip that knife.
she wants to taste and she also wants... well, maybe she wants to put this weapon in both holes. and maybe she'll start with the one her tongue is already in. because she's a pervert and she wants to fuck her cum and blood right into w with the broken tip of the blade. her mad laugh is muffled as she eats and the positioning is going to be tight, and so will that cunt as she works to slide the fake blade in right alongside the thrust of her tongue. ]
[ Archer's meets that 'shitty comment' with an cool, unwavering stare. He doesn't care about these games, and if he had things his way, he'd go back to his fate rather than participate in this farce.
As such, there is no reaction. The dice fall, and Archer considers them with indifference. ]
[wow! hello?? Nova stiffens like a board, even his tail going rigid at the voice near his ear. like ice, bordering on familiar. not that they have met before, no, but the tone is reminiscent of high-ranking officials he'd heard in the past.
he steps waaaaaay back, his gaze downcast, eyes not making direct contact with whoever is standing nearby, judging him. Nova speaks more civilly than he might normally, bowing his head]
M-My apologies.
[it's weird. Nova has been avoiding demonic beings for years. he's no longer in the military. he has no contact with Underworld authority. yet he bounced right into formalities when he felt even the slightest inkling that he may be outranked. it seems like this universe hosts beasts of every kind. Nova is allowed to be himself, here, probably, without worrying about his past or if anyone is going to come after him. still, he is nervous around demons especially]
[ well, it's not as if they were given underclothing beneath their robes or anything, so he gets it, but also.. surely there is another way than to make her robe sodden?? granted, he can fix it easily enough with cloudhymn, but still, it can't be comfortable, being in hot water with heavy fabric clinging to you.
but now dan heng has to consider his own options. should he undress? should he also go in, in his robe?? he trusts stelle fully and completely, but being naked around one of your closest comrades in arms is.. well, it shouldn't be weird, should it? he sighs. ]
Would you mind if I undress?
[ he doesn't want to flash her without permission.. ]
[Speaking of, it remains strange to him every time it happens in this place: when Wei Wuxian doesn't hear 'exorcist', doesn't see the bullseye-like eyepatch over his right eye, and immediately understand who he is, doesn't immediately balk at the idea of trusting him, like most do when learning they are faced with a Matoba. Very beneficial for him, no doubt, and so he never looks this particular gift horse in the mouth. Contact with the strange and unnatural may breed strange and unnatural behavior, but just as much of it was self-inflicted.]
[After all, being in the business of exorcising ayakashi never stopped the Matoba from making use of the ones they can.]
Haha, those ghoulish resort guests wandering the halls are an interesting bunch, hm? Most of them don't seem to realize they're dead. [Matoba grins, brightly vicious and pleased with Wei Wuxian's assessment, and leans back to finish the croissant off. He crunches it down, and then flicks his tongue out between his lips to lick away at some of the crumbs on his fingertips between lightly muffled commentary.] A realm where humans are spirited away and slowly drained until they become ghosts themselves...... There are old stories like this, where I am from, but this is on another scale.
[Finished stuffing his gullet, Matoba brushes the remaining flakes of the croissant off of his lap. Mostly onto the floor. Sorry not sorry, housekeeping, but you should have visited his poor basement room more often.]
[ serendipity — is that the word? certainly, it defies all the laws of man and nature alike that they're both here, now, to even engage in this moment, but Getou doubts very much what's being referenced is defiance of the natural world. a happy accident, then. he doesn't believe in them much, not paired with such suspicious generosity; not that he hasn't been offered many drinks, or isn't worthy of them, but there's always an angle — there's always been that sharp, breaking edge, well before Golden Peacock. ]
Mmm, I'll take a drink. Something hard, [ he agrees after an assessment, all vulpine. a magnanimous, sweeping gesture to a nearby private booth, a small c-curved thing meant to facilitate closeness between a couple. Getou follows him in, a bulky body that closes off his entrance entirely. ] So. Come here often?
[ the corniness comes with a playful smile that maintains levity. what another patron might witness as meaningful flirtation becomes more suspicious as, on the wall above and behind Sunday's head, reality silently rips open. out of this spiraling, obsidian miasma emerges an entity, seen by all except Getou and Sunday by virtue of the House alone: a well-warted frog, brown and hideous, multi-eyed. it hops soundlessly, tacky webbed feet keeping it stuck to the wall, tongue lapping its horrible unblinking eyes as it surveils them both. ]
[ that flaxen shade of hair has lost its uniqueness in a less homogenous environment than their home country, and its style is far different than last he remembers it. though they had texted over their watches before his unfortunate... statuefication, and he'd been made aware of his schoolmate's many years on him, seeing him like this in the flesh... ]
[ all that well-muscled flesh he turns his head towards at the familiar sound. his voice isn't so very different: low and dry, joyless, gritted a bit more with age but identifiable. it feels like that's all that remains familiar, and golden eyes take a moment to adjust, pupils lens-flickering into recognition. ]
Nanami-kun. [ the honorific is simultaneously natural and odd, now. his eyes linger meaningfully on the one missing, his fingers twitching, moving between them with some desire to do... something. after a beat, it withdraws, seeming to think better of invading personal space. instead, he taps a palanquin holder's head twice with his fan, and all of them move in unison to deposit the thing in a quiet corner. ]
All right, everyone, break time. Thank you for your hard work~. [ silk sheets and pillows and Getou luxuriously draped upon them, but he pulls his feet up beneath him to give Nanami room to sit, patting the spot with just a hint of playful suggestion. ]
Is that what you want to talk about? My "entrance"? [ haha. ]
[ Is there anything more intoxicating than reciprocation? Wade remembers what it was like when he was hot, when he had artful scars, tattoos, fucking hair. But it's really when he's had his body scorched head to toe in scar tissue that he realizes how much of himself was his concept of beauty, vanity.
And how far he fell when he became Deadpool. When you fall so far that people on the street veer away from you for fear of confronting such ugliness, you start to realize the privilege of good looks. You start to resent its absence. Or he would, except he realizes that this guy is as fresh-faced as he is to this weird fucking casino. That... changes things. Enough that Wade moves as if to peel back and then hesitates. Waits. ]
Sounds about right. Who doesn't love a little small talk in between playful banter?
[ Wade shakes the dice cupped in his loose grip, cooled by the kiss of breath from Kabru's pursed lips. He throws the dice without looking past his blue eyes, interested. Wade doesn't exactly care for the habit of people just spilling their guts at hello, but Wade also leans heavily into being annoying. Honesty to this degree could swing in either direction if he's being honest. ]
I'm a mutated human who can heal from anything. What about you? Other than being an excellent kisser.
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