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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.
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it is a rather heavy question, so neuvillette cannot fault the other man for the way his expression freezes for a brief moment. his own countenance remains grave, the question prompting a resurgence of old memories in his mind.
and while he doesn't expect to be asked for his own answer, he doesn't decline. )
It would only be fair.
( and he is nothing if not fair, just, equitable. though give him a minute or two to mull over how best to phrase the thoughts in his mind, and another few seconds to slowly draw forth the tale, voice solemn. )
I have always regretted not being able to save two of my former compatriots. Though I knew of the difficulties they had been facing at the time, I was unable to step in to prevent their deaths. Indeed, it feels as though there is little I can do some days despite how much I wish otherwise.
( the curse of being bound by the law. still, neuvillette cannot cling onto past regrets forever, not when both carole and vautrin would not - and had not. )
[Rude tries to focus enough to listen and understand. It feels like all the blood from his brain is leaving to fuel the arousal between his legs, but he manages to nod in response. Even bringing the dice up to his new friend's mouth to blow on for luck.]
Here goes.
[Rude rolls two 9s, wondering if the dice are actually just holding him back at this point. From the way Aventurine behaves it doesn't seem like he's disinterested in doing more, but the rules were what they were and 4 rounds are necessary..where did they even leave off on?]
[ It's just about as boring as Xue Yang was expecting, even with the taunt--there's no bite, not even a nip or even a lick. But that's not what he comments on first when Wei Wuxian pulls back. The snort he makes is derisive, but it's not the actions that he's directing it at. ]
Are you a cultivator?
[ He pauses for a moment as if expecting an answer, but continues before there's actually space to reply. ]
They're self-righteous hypocrites back where I'm from. Whining about social niceties and then acting too good for them yourself; you'd fit right in.
[ Not that he's going to demand his opponent's name; he honestly doesn't care. But it's the hypocrisy that pisses him off the most.
(He's certainly been here long enough to know that "cultivator" is a term worth explaining, at least.)
Xue Yang doesn't even bother to put his jacket back in place before he grabs the dice and throws them again.
if there was one thing, texas would have been more surprised if she did recognize she stands out among the guests in the resort. lupo aren't the norm. neither are her fellow terran's while she casually eats, the food was a godsend after being forced to avoid what she could across the week. having to eat anything that's spiked with aphrodisiacs at a party like that was not her idea of a good time; that's considerably risky to touch anything that came from staff while pretending that this is normal. she knows it's not (why would this resort be normal?) while keeping her attention half on the food and half on alice speaking. she must be new, then. that's her thought about it.
texas had taken up helping newbies somewhat, they didn't always need it, but she did feel it necessary. not with the things the resort throws at them being anything every bit hedonistic in nature or with the expectations of sex being placed upon the guests with a nasty price. "Parties? None that last for a week," she starts, her manners as a former heiress are showing since she's speaking in between eating more of her toast (that she spread jelly along after a thought it could use it) and thinking more to herself. "....though that was a new one for me that the House went with a week-long party."
she may not be the most chatty of women, but texas is reliable. she even had taken the chance earlier to fix her own hair, tied back in a messy high ponytail to reveal the pink undertones to go with already black hair. natural color, surprisingly. that often catches people off guard somewhat. parts of her body are still sore. not from the party, but from her own activities during that. texas is more or less an interesting case for someone in a resort all about sex as a transaction and pushing about intimacy as being encouraged.
a dislike of being touched by strangers, though even her friends struggle with that. touching her can be a 50/50 on if she responds to affection or stands there awkwardly for them. that and some have taken it as a challenge to see her tail wag and her ears wiggle after learning she doesn't do either. the flick of them earlier was because she heard alice move (familiga wolves train such habits into their soldiers, their children) more than moving personally on their own.
"Home for me is different, anyway."
plus her own personal problems showed her face in the resort, knowing what lies between herself and the other wolf she thought about while eating as she says that. the other lupo that always looms over her shoulders, waiting for the day that cellinia would fall apart. waiting and waiting in her half insanity and half despair.
Huh, so that's what's happening if ya don't play along? Ya get insane and turn to stone? Really a great alternative if someone doesn't wanna fuck around, [He rolls his eyes, not quite convinced of this place. Sure there seem to be quite the extensive list of luxuries offered upon arrival, but thinking about it further than the surface and it seems just as rotten as everything that Reno knows from his own world.] Okay, so ya can choose to not sleep around, but one way or the other, you're supposed to have sex, that's the whole core point? [Well, he's sure he'd find enough willing people, but the point still stands that it shouldn't be necessary in the first place. He's not sure yet which way he will go, it might depend on the overall situation he is presented with upon his actual confrontation with the resort, but for now, he isn't quite convinced yet.
He does however raise an eyebrow at the fact that sixteen year olds are brought here as well. He is under no illusion that teenagers aren't making their experiences, and they can enlist for SOLDIER at the age of fourteen to become canon fodder for Shinra where he is from. Still, most of that is based on their own decisions (and a lot of fake propaganda), and not because some entity forces them to.] Still fucked up, if ya askin' me. I know what sixteen year old are doin' in my world, doesn't mean they should be here, But thanks for tellin' me that I need to check for and ID, just in case.
[Well, Bakugo's reaction is telling enough and Reno sighs.]
Okay, okay, I get it. I'm stuck here, huh? No one ever escaped unless they wished for it?
Ah right, points you get for playin' the game and having sex with others, right? [He rolls his eyes, but he also watches as the other gets up and rummages through the drawers, clearly checking him out. Hey, if one is in such a situation, peaking isn't a crime, right? And not like he is being subtle or trying to hide it.]
Yeah, not trying to get my own stuff back, but what's the point in spending currency for new ones, when I just wake up randomly without them anyway? Or is that part of how they'll keep ya playing?
[He takes the sweatpants and looks at them, pulling a face. Not quite his style, but they'll do for now, he thinks as he slips into them.]
Sounds like you've been here for a while. Got a name, by the way?
Unless he knows the person, Shanks prefers going to bed alone. Especially because he doesn't, typically, wake up with his cloak on. The house wasn't so considerate to put it on him before tossing a stranger in his bed, either, so the empty left arm of the sleeve of his pajamas is rather obvious.
Fortunately, the paired up bed-mate seems more interested in the package contents. Shanks notices what Zoro keeps, then offers him another bottle of water. He would offer the bon-bons, but he's a bit of a chocolate fiend, and it's one of the few things he's selfish about.
"They are care items. The house tends to give stuff away, sometimes. How generous of you," Shanks remarks as he starts to collect the stuff Zoro doesn't want. "It's meant to help recover."
Perhaps Zoro doesn't need to, though. As for what happened last night, Shanks is pretty sure nothing, not with Zoro, at least. If anything did happen after he was moved, well, he doesn't remember anything.
"Of course. This is my room, though, so I'll be staying, if you don't mind. I'm Shanks, by the way. Your name?"
(honestly, she might have kicked her if she said anything too out of pocket. but that's just texas. she's always like that, nobody is safe from her almost giving them an ass kicking for some manner of commentary. not her friends (well, the emperor is safe with sora) or anyone else that made that mistake to cause her to grab them by the ear and leave. exusiai is living proof that someone can sound dumb enough to make texas of all people react in what she does, or what she says, since cellinia has done this to her often. more than most would give her credit for.)
Trying to be a new nightmare for me?
(that's all she gets out, that....sounds right. probably. it is w, she wouldn't put it past her to do that. or that's what she was going to add whenever her ass becomes the next target by how she almost jolts. god, she better count it lucky someone didn't decide to mess with the sensitive base of her tail. no, that shouldn't be counted out. she's already getting closer to the peak, even if she can admit that w looks a little too attractive for her own good like this. fucking hell, if this comes back to haunt her next in some form? texas might genuinely wonder what's wrong with her and her type, being silver haired women that aren't the most mentally sound.
the thoughts of course are cut off like her words, aside from a string of siracusan curses whenever w takes her clit in her mouth and sucks that hard. seems she forgot for a second that columbian was her first language, not siracusan. funny given how frantic that was while she has to remember, this is w. there can be something of an art to it, but sloppy and messy might suit the mood better. texas has surely done it more "politely" in not almost killing her partners (wolf tongue and all) from her own time spent doing similar.
she's getting tighter around w's fingers, she can't even tell if they're still inside of her cunt from how this is going. it's quite the overloading of her senses between the pain and messy suckling. her hips might rut, roll, whatever, but if texas did manage to hurt w with that much she'd be more surprised. hurt during what feels more like messy fucking than a punishment for losing a bet in cellinia's case.
( there isn't much for her to apologize for as far as he's concerned, but he accepts her apology nonetheless with a small nod of his head. mistakes and assumptions are a natural part of life; after all, he too has committed his fair share of errors. the fact that she can catch and improve on her own shortcomings speaks highly of her character.
but the meandering of the conversation to one of his favorite subjects brings a rare smile to his face. )
I do, indeed. And yourself? Are you a water connoisseur as well?
Yeah. You have free will, but you're incentivized as fuck to play along. At least you can choose how you want to play.
[Bakugo dug his heels in hard when he got here, refusing to do anything with anyone for a while until he got the lay of the place and decided for himself he was going to cooperate. Glad to know Reno recognizes a gold-coated cage instead of getting soaked in the lie.
He clicks his tongue in annoyance when Reno prods the next question. Guess he should've expected that.]
Uh-huh. It's up to you how. Stick with a single partner. Keep to yourself and voyeur. Nothing but handjobs. Shit like that.
[The fact he says all that without sputtering, cussing, and flushing hard shows how far he's come since his first day. It's still embarrassing, but he shoves it out for Reno's sake. The guy deserves to know his options. Sex is required, but the House isn't picky as long as someone orgasms. Shallow shitty bastard.]
No one should be here. [This entire place is fucked up. Getting kidnapped by some sex-crazed bird to perform in a cage. Bakugo snorts at the ID comment.] If you want. This place doesn't care about shoving alcohol and drugs and everything else at you no matter what your age. [If you can drink, smoke, drug, and fight for your life in this hotel regardless of age, why the hell do people make a big deal about fucking?]
That's the informed rumor. [The hotel and staff refuse to confirm or deny it.]
[ how they came to be together today is a little bit of a mystery to marco. granted, seeing as how most everyone seems forced to socialize in the party, it does make sense they'd cross paths eventually. but between crossing the room from one game to the next, greedily coveting whatever payouts he might have managed from his attempts at playing, he found himself being waved down by a familiar face. and, of course, it would be quite unlike him if he didn't immediately come to heel.
it quickly becomes clear to marco that he hadn't been the only one here attempting his luck. ]
As you know, Miss Rin, I'm more than happy to help you with whatever you need.
[ it sounds very much like a disclaimer, because it sort of is, but that doesn't mean he's any less genuine for it. still, despite how methodical he sounds about it, he can't help but look a little perplexed a half-second later, as his gaze dips from her face to the... rectangular box she holds decisively in her hands. he can only just barely make out the image on it, and something tells him he may grow to regret even asking: ]
( wriothesley is not incorrect; there is nothing to be gained from viewing only the downsides of any situation. what is it they say, to view the glass not as half-empty but rather as half-full?
but unlike wriothesley, he is not spontaneous nor does he quickly adapt to change. he has maintained the same schedule day in and day out for the last four hundred years, and very rarely taken time off to attend to his personal needs. then there is the fact that he is not human, despite the form he has been given. would he even find the same acts and gestures as others enjoyable?
there is much to think about, but so little time with which to think. and to think he had once believed time to be the one thing he would always have an excess of.
the tea is cooling between his hands, but still he does not drink. )
Would that it could be so easy. ( said softly, almost to himself. to be selfish. to seek nothing more than simple enjoyment. ) But I will take your suggestions into consideration. And I am glad to hear both you and Clorinde have been afforded some measure of freedom in this place.
( if nothing else, that puts him somewhat at ease. )
But please, eat. ( with a gesture towards the various dishes laid out. ) Sigewinne would never let me hear the end of it if she knew I was keeping you from your meals.
[ There's another little swallow from Red. She's not backing down now, not about to let herself get scared away. It's a little flustering, sure, but - she's not a blushing virgin, is she? She can handle this. Or at least that's what she tells herself, even as her temper roils a little seeing just how smug this new partner of hers is. Her arm loops around her middle in a light hold, steadying her atop her thigh. There's the brush of warm breath against her ear and it sends another jolt up her spine. Even if it also makes her think of another face and another place. She snaps herself back to the present after a moment, that question lingering between them. ]
Hardly. Not like I've never done this before-
[ God, she smells good.
Not that she wants to linger on that, but-
She doesn't quite whine, but she exhales in a low, soft little sound as Coquelic grinds down against her thigh. It's slow and steady and it makes her skin prickle with gooseflesh. A rush of heat and want and desire that settles in her belly in an uncomfortable sort of tension. There are so many pairs of staring eye and a part of her wants to flee from this. But she can't, can she? Instead her hand settles on the small of her back, guides Coquelic through that slow grind and only then does her breath escape her again. Her skin is flushed and she has to lean forward to reach for the dice. ]
You're staying in my lap, huh?
[ She rolls before she can answer.
Finger thigh.
There's a pause. A distinct pause. And then her other hand lifts and settles on Coquelic's knee, taking a moment before the plunge. ]
And I'm guessing you're not going to want to stop.
[ she’s grossly and canonically an alpha. nobody hates to know it more than me.
and she’s so grossly thirsty she really truly would take any body fluids w would offer to her. unfortunately her tail only wags harder at the very idea of being pissed on; she squeezes her own thighs together with a moan as her breath hitches and her mouth parts in the kiss as if too terribly wanting for it to happen now, instantly. but the gift of this much more bloody saliva is more than enough. ] Ahaha… if I could possibly be so lucky. [ she’s so turned on she could barely think, as her pussy squeezes and yearns for something inside her.
she wants to fuck even more than being fucked, but there’s w’s grip on her preventing her from sinking this knife in her ass. for now maybe. she’s so considerate. that and the idea of w blasting her brains out for trying is just so delicious. ]
I already want it that bad, cagacazzo. I don’t know if I can wait long enough for you to get a weapon if I want to fuck you in the ass this much. [ being entirely truthful, as that grip turns more and more punishing. oh, fine. if the ass really a no-go zone right now she’ll be so kind and not wrestle or choke w into it or force it in, though the idea of that is actually getting tastier by the moment.
but she’s not totally unreasonable, she can totally respect boundaries. all of this absolutely counts as just that. but she wants to fuck sarkaz ass so bad it makes her stupid. she blinks, she licks her lips to savor that much of blood and saliva there, with a harsh shiver. ]
Promise it’ll happen? [ that and. pissing. … don’t say it, because she’d want it…! ]
[ She's nursing her own glass, not wanting to have a fuzzy head. She's listening, though, her gaze a touch distant as she tries to fit it all together. She's not the most technologically minded, it must be said, but she understands the world she's come from. She leans a little, considering. ]
The ones where you're from, you mean? We've got all kinds of firearms. Rifles, machine guns, artillery... it's pretty advanced as far as I know. We've also got trains and steamships. And radio.
[He let’s out a low and thoughtful hum as he studies the other.] I believe I can hear you thinking, Neuvillette. [He smiles a little.] You think quite too much sometimes, monsieur. Do you worry about being intimate? That it will not be a good experience? Perhaps it is presumptuous of me, but if you have any worries, you can tell me. Not as a colleague, but as a friend. These kind of things don’t have to be weights upon your mind to endure alone.
[He lifts his fork and knife to start eating.] Sometimes, things are easier than we expect too.
[Wriothesley takes his time eating, not in any particular rush. This place gave them time in spades, despite Neuvillette feeling like he had none at all.] If Sigewinne knew some of the stuff I did, I wouldn’t hear the end of it! Surely we can keep a secret or two from her?
[ the party atmosphere seems muted as kizuna crosses by him to turn down the volume and time itself seems to slow down... memories come back as quickly as they had apparently left, like color being brought to a picture in grayscale.
so as he continues to stare, robin nods dumbly in agreement--- to the questions despite there being two of them with opposing before realizing: ]
I... get me out of here.
[ he grabs onto kizuna's side, pressing his forehead against his stomach. please. ]
By contrast, Luffy came all too willingly to the party once he'd caught wind of the food on offer, and convincing him to wander the game rooms between bouts of pillaging the buffet table had barely taken more than a gentle ghostly nudge. For what it's worth, he seems totally unbothered by the prospect of the personal questions after Alice accidentally lures him over: he definitely thinks of himself as an open book, even though in actual practice he almost never tells anyone anything about himself. That's more by accident than anything else, though.
It's pure luck that the house stays standing when Luffy brazenly plucks a card off the structure like it's not one wrong twitch away from costing him a large sum of chips. Alice shouldn't worry too much about her chances, clearly.
He grins at her when it's clear the house isn't falling down quite yet, but he's still very enamored with her question. "What kind of music would we play, though? What kind of music do you like? I only know sea shanties." Know is a strong word, of course. He can hum along off-key, but there's only really one he can sing all the way through. He would never let a silly little thing like being totally unqualified stop him, though!
Either way, he flips his own successfully retrieved card (5 of hearts) and reads: "Would you ever kill someone for money?" He blinks, and then shrugs a shoulder, like the idea particularly outlandish to him. Considering his First Mate was a prolific bounty hunter before Luffy bamboozled him into joining the world's friendliest pirate crew, it's not. "Nah, I don't really care about money. There'd have to be a better reason!" Maybe Luffy should be less honest, actually...
I suppose this gives us a bit of room for creativity, no?
[ Midnight is just kind of... assuming that he's now involved. He does that. He strokes his chin, leaning a little to get a good look at the spoon... ]
A regular spoon indeed... Not the most pleasant object for insertion, nor is it particularly utilizable for oral purposes. Unless you're hungry?
[ #NotHerAlpha. even if w's own pussy is betraying her by recognizing her sovereignty, they'll have some stern words about that later.
she's really starting to hate the way her nasty mouth has zero effect on lappland. it's actually meant to be a deterrent?? but she sure as fuck doesn't miss that moan or those rubbing thighs and she can't say her cunt doesn't pump hot and wet at the realization that lappland's willing to suck that out of her too. she really shouldn't have let lappland get that blade in her to begin with, obviously the disease is spreading.
whatever, it's her funeral, her soiled bed she's made and she can lay in the wet spot of her own consequences. w's eyes are gleaming with sadistic intent now. ]
Yeah, sure... [ she purrs, stroking through lappland's soiled, spit-and-blood matted hair. she's honestly so much prettier like this, covered in w's fluids, her filthy mouth yawning open for more. w would be lying if she tried to say she wasn't incredibly turned on by this, by the picture of lappland well-defiled and on the very edge of despair for what she can't have. in w's experience, that always hurts worse than anything, and w would love nothing more than to drink in suffering that sweet.
she also needs to find a gun so bad. ]
Promise you can have it — if you'll be my perfect little latrine slave for a whole month. You'd even get to be the first! Bet a sick, twisted freak like you would get off on that even more. All you gotta do is everything I say and you can be the one to break it in.
[ she doesn't know anyone dumb enough to take a deal like that, but she does really enjoy delivering the alternative: ]
Or I could just go find someone else to get it over with right now. Maybe I'll send you a selfie so you really feel like you're there?
( it is, unfortunately, not the first time he's been at the whims of fuuta's bad moods--but maybe that's his own fault, for being in the wrong place at the wrong time. the only reaction he has is the broad lift of his brows, but they're hidden beneath his bangs, anyway, so that's that--instead, he looks back into the mirror, as though ensuring that the sunglasses are on correctly. it's probably a little odd, and doesn't really go with the outfit; with another sigh, annoyed, he decides to drag them off again.
a sidelong glance at fuuta again, glancing down at the foundation, and then back up at him, lips pursed-- )
Is it embarrassing? If they kick me out, they kick me out, but at least I look good doing it.
( his ego, apparently, is not one to be messed with, even dressed like this; he folds his sunglasses up, setting them on the table in front of him. )
If you give up everything before you even try, no wonder you're miserable. ( with a quirk of a smile, his bright blue eyes beaming. ) I'll hold your hand. If it doesn't work, and you don't get your nap, then I'll owe you.
( that doesn't bother him, either. if fuuta wants credits, he has them; if he wants to embarrass him, somehow, in exchange, he'll have to work pretty hard. nothing that he can ask for, in his view, would be all that terrible. )
[ It's only now that Heathcliff even registers that Ishmael is not wearing trousers. He looks down, then looks up, like directly at the ceiling, because even if Ishmael doesn't have her mace, he does not want to get smacked, thank you.
(Heathcliff, for his part, has his boxer briefs on, but isn't wearing a shirt. Holy scarred up tits ahoy.) ]
I'll be honest, I was thinkin' about us buggerin' other people...
[ But that's mostly because, until just now, he wasn't living in a world where Ishmael would ever consider fucking him. Why should she? He's just Heathcliff, world-class failure. ]
... You? With me? Why? Ain't you, like...
[ He makes kind of a vague gesture with his arm, still looking stubbornly at the ceiling. Well, he saw Queequeg. A strapping woman about the size of Mephistopheles, sure, but he's Not Queequeg. Not by a mile.
... He risks a look out the corner of his eye at Ishmael. Sunrise, huh. He can see that. Not that he has many sunrises to compare it to — the Heights did indeed Wuther — but it seems. Soft. Like sunrises ought to be. ]
[ Heathcliff sways. He stays on his feet! Okay, he might be slightly more drunk than first anticipated. Still, he knows a fellow Sinner when he sees one. Kind of hard to miss the arm. ]
Been drinkin'. Even if I had a chance before, can't say I have it now. You ain't seen clockhead, have you? Maybe they can turn back the, uh. The sogginess. Or summat.
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