【 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.
▶ Current characters may top level on the TDM. 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 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.
▶ 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.
For a moment, Raziel is the GASPPPPP comic before she takes a breath and collects herself. Ahem.] That's very unnecessary, you know.
I am not a chaperone, I am just interested, that's all! I've never seen such a well-stocked bar on a vehicle - [A hesitation. There is Raduga, on the Grandcypher] - of this size before!
[She's just doing her job, because she is a good angel. Raziel, feeling like she's defended herself well, then looks at the other girl, whom she assumes to be just a normal human.] What's so important about it that it couldn't wait another minute? I was almost done cataloging it...
[She is, perhaps, the most attentive student he's ever had. She jots down everything he tells her, the design, the general concepts, with impossible precision. It might look like she's actually sketching things out.
Incidentally, in the process she bends over and that robe is doing nothing to conceal her bust, enjoy the view Troy.
She blinks at him when he stops.] Oh, no, it's quite all right. I won't run out of any pages in my book, you don't have to worry about that.
[See? She flips back through the pages, and...
...she must have filled a good ten pages with notes just on everything he was talking about.] So, you're saying these are very common where you're from?
Naoto-kun, did you even look at what was on those dice? You were about to get yourself in a lot of trouble!
[Wait. Hang on.
Rise's brain takes a moment to catch up.]
...wait. Naoto-kun, why are you here? When did you get here?! Oh man, I've missed you-- [She's going from getting chewed out to getting a big ol' hug.]
(she's an intriguing enigma, isn't she? the knave of all people. the impressions that many have of her has always varied, including when they see those hands of hers. the oppressive atmosphere, that feeling of dread when she comes forward, like something waits patiently and lurks. a predator hunting. a being wishing to sink her fangs into those unfortunate enough to cross paths with her, were they to somehow be her enemy. this is no different from her usual, at times she entertained lovers who were less than experienced.
giving up control means to place absolute trust in one's partner for these dynamics. for that reason, she saw it necessary for two things. the first was that offer to take it slow and allow raziel that opportunity to stop if she holds no wish to carry on through the game. the second....that was to ensure her claws don't hurt the woman. she would be touching her a lot, it does little to change that intense heat in her veins, yet this should be enough.
she isn't a primal beast, the irony is that she's fully human. despite that curse in her body, her veins, and lurking over her shoulder that's arlecchino. a ill omen, but not one that catches the interest of others without there being an issue. who knows what may happen to whoever gets too curious for their own good about her while she adjusts the black leather gloves she requested. she's ensuring her claws don't poke out of the fingertips along the gloves before turning her attention back to the archangel.
that question, it causes the crosses in her eyes (those soulless and bottomless things) to glow thoughtfully at first. and then:)
My hands? That is a curse, Madam Raziel.
(ancient, bloody, and passed down somehow to the sole survivor of a dead dynasty. a dynasty that which time forgotten. that balemoon which haunts her sleep and looks down at her, the reason she could never sleep long in general.
such is life, and such is what she shall be dealing with often.)
I cannot answer you however any other further questions, but just know that my circumstances are unique. Be it my hands and the markings along my body.
(thankfully, she did realize that. not all of them are there to look at her like she's a prized animal of some sort. red just so happened to have caught her after the knave has dealt with this for a fair bit of the evening, it's nothing personal. she only grew a little guarded when people hyper fixate on this part of her body. however, that's enough about what arlecchino thinks. she's caught her attention enough. strange, but it isn't as if she assumes any poor soul in this environment would be from tevyat alone. which makes this a unique circumstance.
red is the first person she's met that knows more about technological advances seems like, she hasn't met any others (yet) that might be able to explain more. that's good enough for her to work with. they'll be fine to talk until the other woman desires to leave. not unless red wants someone as oppressive as arlecchino to look around with her, but she wouldn't reject it. not the way she turned down offers of women wanting to find somewhere private in their boldness before she broke away from them.)
Red, then. A pleasure.
(which leaves the other part, about cars. it did make her think, claws tapping along her champagne flute while the gears turn and:)
Technological differences. There are of course some that are more advanced than others, some do have guns for instance. The guns are not like the ones I saw in pictures while being led to the casino hall. They are more flintlocks and pistols, blunderbuss's as well of a sort.
(that might give a broad idea, she thinks, on what she's used to seeing.)
[ Troy not only wakes up to a new world, but to a room that is mostly blue and white, with such intricate details on the walls and furniture. The person he's next to is a girl much smaller than he is, much paler than he is, too. Despite being here for a year now, Weiss is still alert as ever. The hand, wherever it is, getting her to grumble a little as she slowly forces herself to open her eyes.
There's a brief moment where she's just looking at him, only to realise that she doesn't know who he even is.
It doesn't mean she's getting up yet, though. ]
Who are you?
[ That party was so stupid but she thinks she's in her suite now. It certainly feels like it. And whoever he is? The House probably dumped him with her. ]
(that did make it interesting, didn't it? arlecchino held not her title here, clorinde in particular didn't as well. they're both far from home, and she's most certainly curious. that means that they can speak more freely, but she's meticulous about her words and approach. yes. that means that she ought to just enjoy herself for a time. the other woman seems to be for all she knows, all from that laugh when her licks halt short of clorinde's inner thigh.
her hands pause their adventurous exploration for the knave to turn her attention upwards at clorinde. she did have a point. one would think the partying, pushes towards sex, and the drugs are hedonistic enough. seems like she'll be in for a surprise once she gets comfortable back in her seat next to the duelist. her legs cross casually, and her attention is by no means leaving clorinde. arlecchino can take it to mean, in addition to that, that she ought to be mindful.)
True. That wouldn't surprise me, not after the test of it I've been given.
Yes, I did. I assume that since we will be here for quite some time, that we would be better off sharing information. Additionally....there is the possibility one of us may discover an exit.
(no, arlecchino doubts they would. by how it sounds, there were plenty of lost souls that have yet to return to their homes. which leaves the two of them likely in need of a truce and to consider for now the worst case scenario. that there will be no returning, not for any time soon. maybe worse than that if they are truly unfortunate, but the knave is not here to bring down the conversation further. they'll both be in need of whatever support that they can obtain.
and there is no better than ones "enemy", they are no fools and the knave surely isn't. there will be better opportunities to vent frustrations alone themselves. the party is not worth that effort of doing it at. the expectation is for them to enjoy it and to indulge in hedonism. to surrender to those urges while others carry on through the night without another thought about if too much is worth it all.
(it isn't, but she knows they wouldn't listen to her.)
still. she has her uses, unlike childe she isn't hasty. this is a long game to play, and she did acclimate herself as best as she may. which means figuring out their moves in this chess game they'll be involved in mutually.)
Which means, by necessity, a truce must be made. Obviously I understand you would not be....pleased, to put it lightly. Depending on my movements more than usual while we were trapped here.
[ he admires how well she takes it, for all her self-deprecation. it's not an easy pill to swallow, especially for someone who seems as young as she does. quickly, he shakes his head, hoping to reassure her. ]
No. Even if it was just a few extra hours of ignorant bliss, you were happy, weren't you? There can't be anything foolish about that.
[ he'll spare her the grittier. details for now. after this week there's no doubt she has at least a self of the lengths the hotel will go to, to get what it wants. for now, that's enough. ]
You might know better now, but I hope you can still find reasons to be happy.
[ finally, he shifts, turning to face a nearby wall. ]
I'll turn away now so you can get yourself sorted if you like. I can answer more questions, too. Whatever you need.
[Rude takes a while to come down from his high and catch his breath. He puts his fingers into his mouth to taste Reno's cum before collapsing onto his partner like a sack of potatoes.]
Mhm.
[Even if it's only better because he'll be able to remember it, he'll take that. Rude turns his face to press into Reno's neck, inhaling quietly as he suddenly feels like taking a long nap.] Maybe all of this is a dream. [He mumbles the words right against Reno's skin, closing his eyes after.]
“That’s what nipples do, kid. They get hard if you touch ‘em like that.”
As if that explains the shuddery breath Hank tries to quietly suck in.
“Thought we had to keep rolling to win the game. Or” — meeting Gen’s grin with his own — “is this winning to you? Groping an old man’s chest while you sit in his lap?”
Hank isn’t a fan of the whole kidnapping angle this resort has got going, but damn. If this is what he has to look forward to here, he might as well let guys — much younger guys, at that — touch him like this. Hell knows no one outside this weird resort wants to touch him.
“Don’t particularly want you to stop, no.” Hank can at least admit this, especially once his nipples are fully hard. No denying that. “This what you wanna hear, hmm?”
[Reno watches him and laughs, nudging Rude's shoulder.]
Didya really just so that?
[But then he literally cuddles up to Rude next to him, his body pleasantly exhausted. He should get cleaned up, but this is warm, and moving for once doesn't sound like a priority right now.]
If it's a dream, then it's a fuckin' good one.
[He knows that Rude is about to fall asleep, he can hear it in his voice. Yet, that's why he asks the question, maybe hoping that Rude's guard is down enough to get an honest answer.]
[Rude is keenly aware of Rufus' capabilities and knows he can more than take care of himself in most situations, but he does have the edge when the man is unarmed. Out of the blue he remembers the notorious wet dream where he's sparring with him and it devolves into something else entirely. His face reddens a little bit but he stands behind his words.
But Rufus responds with a smile which catches Rude off guard for a moment. He notes how there's no struggle or attempt to extricate himself from the situation.]
I'll do what's required of me.
[Rude looks directly at him, brown eyes scanning his features. The coolness of his eyes, his sharp nose, even those lips.]
And I'll enjoy every moment of it, Mr. President.
[He leans in a little more but seems to realize belatedly what he's doing, releasing Rufus and giving him enough space that he can move away if he wants to.]
Plenty. Two more each, right? But I'm sure your someone who likes to plan ten steps ahead~
[Reno puts his hands on Rufus' knees as he pushes himself up, keeping the touch light, but there. Checking off another dice roll, if that one should happen. He flips a few strands of his hair over his shoulder that have fallen forward as he stands, and winks before he turns around and struts his way back to his chair, curiously watching as the dice roll.]
It's Kabru. [ Kabru is getting de ja vu and he isn't sure he likes it. ]
I'm a dungeon explorer. [ Does he need to explain anything more? Probably not, unless Beowulf asks. He rolls the dice and it lands on 'SUCK NECK'. There's a slight huff, and he seems to like the result. ]
You don't mind marks, do you? [ Beowulf is also too tall for him to reach his neck comfortably, so he shifts a few paces and climbs right into his lap, straddling his hips. It's a way to reduce the distance between them, naturally. ]
[ she hates to admit it, but this woman is a pretty good kisser. then again, most of the people here must've had more experience than her, who came from a rather repressed environment. no time to be kissing your coworkers when your life's always on peril. she follows along coquelic's guidance, slowing down her movements as she softly moans into the lady's mouth, leaning against her forehead when they finally break the kiss.
that was... exhilarating. and there's no hiding the deep blush forming across ishmael's freckled cheeks either, no matter how much she's frowning about it. doesn't help that she was just kissing an admittedly gorgeous woman just now. maybe a little too gorgeous. ishmael can't help but feel lowkey threatened at that. ]
...I'll take it.
[ although, she can afford to be a little smug about it as she finally pulls back and picks up the dice to roll.
a 5 and a 12. damn. ]
Hm. [ she raises a callused finger and taps the tip of coquelic's nose. cute. ] Consider this a breather after all that.
[Rather than take offense to what's probably an accurate statement, Vil musters up enough strength to sit up more properly, if with the help of the pillow, and sighs tiredly.]
I may have made some bad choices.
[Yesterday or the day before. Whatever made the most sense for such a terribly long ... party. He pinches the bridge of his nose, trying to push those thoughts away to focus more on the present.]
Where did the food come from?
[It most definitely wasn't his; even if he cared for such decadent breakfast dishes, he's sure the spread included ingredients he didn't normally keep around.]
Once everyone figured out how deeply, incredibly bad Luffy is at lying even for a game, he's been discouraged from venturing into the casino on his own... but even if attendance to the party hadn't been mandatory, neither hell nor high water would have kept him out with so to eat on offer. He could smell it from floors away, and the siren song of seemingly unlimited food is probably the only thing capable of stopping him from complaining too much about the black tie requirements for the party.
He's not happy about not being able to wear his beloved old straw hat of course, but he figures he'll be able to sneak out for it later. (He always has been chronically overconfident.)
Regardless, when Zoro first surveys the room, Luffy is off wandering the game rooms with his (probably 3rd or 4th) giant plate of food, but he runs out quickly enough that he's back near the buffet tables for another refill before the swordsman can get his answer from whichever intrepid partygoer he was interrogating about the suspicious twig. Luffy himself is dressed in a suit as well, which sports an array of colorful beads in swirling patterns just as loud as he is, though he has admittedly already broken and lost a few by being clumsy and very enthusiastic about the party going on.
Luckily Zoro is awfully hard to miss, even without his swords—the head of green hair is a bit of a dead giveaway—so Luffy stops mid-step, shoves his mostly empty plate into the hands of a random guest who was just trying to mind their own business, and bellows "ZORO!!!" at the top of his lungs like that's not incredibly rude in a room full of people. He then immediately launches himself at Zoro, yanking his First Mate into a rubbery, super-strong hug with no mercy for the cool guy persona he's got going on, so sorry Zoro. This is your life now. "You're here!! I can't believe it!" He beams when he lets Zoro go to rock back onto the heels of his feet, barely resisting the urge to keep touching because he's been spoiled by how handsy he's allowed to be in this place. "You should eat! The food is good. Well, it's okay. It's not Sanji's, but there's a lot of it!" Of course that's what he'd think to say first.
[ It's pretty comfortable and warm lying here in Troy's arms, and if Troy is in no rush to put him down, Kabru isn't in any rush either. In a brand new, confusing environment like this, it's best to get to know as many people as he can and work out how everyone fits together. It's also good to build friendships with the ones who appear strong just in case he has a need for them later. He really shouldn't be thinking about how to utilize someone who just saved him, but this is simply the kind of person that he is.
At least the gratitude is genuine. ] That's kind of you. You saved me from getting bruised up so ... how about I buy you a drink or something to eat?
though it's not as though he's the iudex here anymore, with endless trials and court cases to oversee. the only trials left for him here are those of his own making, as he tries his best to avoid the worst of the salaciousness that seems to occupy every corner of the room.
he doesn't take the seat offered, but he does glance her way, a flash of curiosity and also chagrin in his gaze. )
Is it so obvious?
( from the way he looks and acts like a fish out of water. a dragon out of water. )
Funnily enough, Alice hadn't held onto the detail that her counterpart wasn't fully human the night before, nor as she waded in and out of sleep earlier in the morning while trying to make sense of Texas' outline in the dark. But the way her ears seem to flick of their own accord is endearing, Alice thinks, as she settles into the space across from her company.
"That's good," the girl responds with lingering hesitation, wondering whether the other is going to continue. When she doesn't, Alice stalls further by pushing a piece of the baked good into her mouth to thoughtfully chew at it.
The last week had felt like a blur; The sensation is eerily similar to the feeling of returning from Wonderland. Disorienting and suspended, like the both of them and everyone else is waiting to see what comes next. For now, however, Alice's grumbling stomach is fully concentrated on the food, so she puts aside any curiosity about that to instead focus on what is literally right in front of her.
She isn't put off by Texas' silence. While Alice is normally quieter herself, the excitement of the events taking place has pulled a confidence out of her that she isn't sure she's ever fully experienced before. All of the clothes, the music, the atmosphere, and the food-- It's overwhelming. You don't really get the chance to live a life of luxury when your entire family goes up into flames as a child and you live the rest of it under the care of an abusive psychiatrist who, unbeknownst to you, is the one that started the fire that killed everyone and has the ultimate goal of obliterating your psyche so you never figure it out.
Alice pushes her messy hair over her shoulders as she tries to devour her breakfast politely, covering her mouth with a delicate hand as she speaks through her chewing. "I don't know what I'm going to do when I'm not here, living like this, anymore. Is it like this for you normally? Where you come from?"
cw that and gore and watersports mention and suicide/death mention and jfc
[ they've truly accomplished so much with so little and only this twisted bloodthirsty mania to power them through. too much for one of her literal first encounters here, and while w's not regretting venturing out of her comfort zone and opening up her legs to exciting new opportunities, lappland sure is getting far too ambitious for her liking. as if she's the alpha here, when everyone present knows who's really the boss.
nevermind that her pussy is spasming in time with each staccatoed word of lappland's little threat. it's the very thing that sets her off, the betrayal of her body and the aggravating sound of that fucking tail again. maybe she'll just break it, see if she can't pull a new and pretty whine out of lappland every time she gives it a tug. by the time lappland draws near to her mouth, her eyes have gone dark and cloudy with pure, untempered vitriol.
she snatches up lappland's throat again in nothing so merciful as a careful grasp. she'll hold her like trash she intends to pitch, her lips pursed to spew as much blood and spit into her mouth as w can possibly conjure. and still lappland presses forth to lick her teeth clean like it's a gift, that lurching, sick twist cramping in w's guts again.
the sound of her own hysterical, mocking laughter cuts sharp through the ringing in her ears. ]
Sick bitch, you'll be lucky if I use you for a fucking pot to piss in!
[ if she doesn't wipe that blissful look off lappland's face she'll end up killing them both. her other hand seizes the claws crawling between her thighs, digging in lappland's wrist for a tendon to snap and disable. she wouldn't stop there, she'd punch into every pressure point in lappland's body like a good little assassin til she's a boneless, slithering puddle of filth on the floor, but w suspects she'd like that too much. ]
You want it all? How about I'll give it to you when you want it so bad it's down to that or putting a slug through your skull to end your misery. Maybe I'll even give you both at the same fucking time, huh, let you bleed out your brains with your tongue twitching in my ass.
[ it's a start. texas definitely doesn't have w's say-absolutely-anything-to-get-a-reaction philosophy on dirty talk and talk in general, but w's used to guiding greenhorns up the ranks. she's done it with w squad, she'll do it right here buried in texas's cunt too. just a little practical application of positive reinforcement she thinks and they'll be well on their way. ]
This shit's gonna keep you up at night. Don't think I'll let you shake me outta your head so easy.
[ her laughter is dark and muted, cut off where she leans in to press her lips to texas's pussy again. the hand on her hip comes away just to swat at the seat of texas's ass, a quick sting of pain to keep them on the right track. she'd said rough, and w's barely gotten to be ungentle. easy to say when texas isn't the one who has to keep flicking her gaze back up at those burning amber eyes, wondering when the wolf will show her teeth.
she simply won't give her the opportunity. while texas's flesh is still rippling from her slap, she dives forth to bury her face and lock her lips around texas's clit and suck hard. maybe there's an art to this kind of thing, w doesn't know or particularly care, she's too fascinated with how it feels to itch the point of her tongue up the shape of that poor little bud stuck fast in the inextricable vacuum of her mouth. she sucks her own cheeks thin and hollow, her lashes dusting across her cheeks as she exhales a satisfied sigh through her nose.
those churning hips — now w provides the scaffolding for them, cupping her hand beneath texas's ass to feed each thrust of them into a devastating crush against her face. maybe she'll bust a lip or fracture her nose if she gets texas going with enough force, it certainly seems like she's intent on trying to get one of them to break. and the more violent it gets, the more she very plainly delights in the noisy slurps she's definitely not holding back for any sense of decorum. ]
[fear. danger. ire. a lotta dark emotions at this table all because he showed up. isn't that the normal? ever the company no one wants. he feels their tension, a trill runs his spine as someone's skin crawls from his presence, and it makes him want to stay if only to shove the stain of his existence onto their happiness all the more. watch it mess with them till they choke. serve them right. they don't know a damn thing about him, but if that little brat was here, they'd accept him without a second thought.
fingers drum in rhythm atop pretty green felt, chin remaining propped in hand. then there's this guy beside him... he doesn't seem bothered by his presence at all. rather interested in it. from the way his brows lift above his glasses to the smile curving cross his lips. someone used to danger and the unknown, or an idiot who thinks friendliness can overcome anything? who knows. kinda pisses him off, but it won't hurt to use someone playing the fool.]
That'll be painful. [piqued and suggestive, one finger running the rim of the card he received. easy to put his inference together. not sure what peacock prison is, but you get it for killing here.] "We"? You're a funny guy.
[doesn't sound like a big price to pay, if his his affable manner and flippant smile are believable. peeling strong plastic back reveals his suit and rank. again, it means nothing to him, as he gathers they're trying to best the number the dealer has in his hand, but what number that is remains unknown. tilting his hand shows the other man his card. low number.]
You don't say. [assuming he knows his preference. like a mountain of rock, a small bump doesn't budge him at all. whether it's solid strength or he's somehow braced is up for question.] Hey dealer. Another. [take the advice, win the game, right? with a breathy flick, the card comes and he draws it in like a predator with prey. revealing it nets a solid twenty, something his coach knows. but when indicated, he flips the cards over and fans them out. the looks of irritation and disgust on their faces steeps one half of the table in foul disposition, barely held together by their plastic masks.]
Tough luck, losers. [and sweeps the entire pot to his side.]
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
goldmods) wrote in ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png){kind=small}
peacockstop2025-01-15 09:00 pm
#/media/File:Npc_zoom_3040538000_02.png){kind=link}
Page 110 of 213