【 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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▶ 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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[he can't read minds, but it's not hard to fathom what swims through aki's head as he trails behind the entire sordid lead. gaudy golden naked figures lounging in the rims of gambling tables, phallic symbols woven into carpet patterns, a questionably-shaped doorknob leading into one room among many in a hallway seemingly dedicated to engaging in perverted pleasures with a perfect stranger at the behest of some unknown entity. yeah, confusion, anger, disgust, wariness, and everything else he felt when he walked down a similar hall towards sandy beaches, listening to the most fucked-up introduction in his life.
letting aki pass him, he shuts the door and clamps out the noises beyond their room; it locks on its own, like a damn "occupied" stall. if only this was nothing more than stupid hotel room. instead, the trappings and trimmings scream a love hotel fucked a royal palace and shat out this glittering erotic monstrosity. he brushes by aki once more, shoulder first, and invades the room proper, as if that would somehow make things easier to accept.]
Huh? [red eyes peer over his strong shoulder, veiled in shadows of his bangs. this guy's gonna kick crap off by ordering him around? lips twitch in a snarl and expose a scoff dismissing the entire suggestion.] Get your eyes checked. It says you have to use it. [arguably... he cants his head towards the bed, as if answering aki's question/command from earlier.] You're on the bed.
( Watching the other man shake the confetti from his hair makes Leon grateful that, for once, his hair is slicked back and mostly out of the line of fire for things like confetti and who knows what else this place might have in store for them lately. After the ordeal with the paint, he's not sure he trusts confetti. )
Where's the fun in letting you forget?
( The observation catches him off guard, though, something that shows in the owlish way he blinks at him. )
A cop. ( Leon replies after a few seconds, gaze lowering to the cuffs in the other's pocket. It does look silly, but it's not enough to quiet the creeping thought of Raccoon City. The twist of uncertainty and worry that makes him wonder - will he still be a cop when he makes it back home? Will there even be a city to police if he makes it back? He has to remind himself to breath as he forces his attention back up to Lighter's face. He can't stop the words that follow. ) Whatever that looks like when I get back, anyway.
( The more pressing thing here, though, is the wheel. His hand goes up without thinking, loosens the already low knot of his tie a bit further as he waits. Jesus, he hopes it's nothing too weird for this guy's sake. Getting the short end of the stick twice in a row would suck. And he wouldn't envy him having to figure out a way to make use of two different 'prizes'.
And for better or worse, the wheel finally stops with another pop of the confetti canons as it lands on blindfold. The attendant is at Lighter's side quickly, offering him a golden blindfold that matches the same color of the ridiculous garment tucked into his back pocket.
For his part, Leon can only sigh, giving a sympathetic shake of his head. )
I'd say go again, but I'm not sure if third time is going to be the charm.
( Yeah, names are necessary, Leon is prepared to insist. The name of this game isn't Anonymity, and if he's being honest with himself here, he's not entirely sure he's ready for something like that just yet. It's been an adjustment just accepting what needs to be done without his suit flaring up, and more importantly, he's not trying to endure any kind of consequences if he doesn't have to. At least while all these games are going on. But thankfully, he does get a name.
Satoru. He repeats it in his head as he tilts his head up to look up at the other. He isn't bothered by the proximity, slowly lifting his gaze up and towards Gojou's face. He's cute, he thinks, even if the situation is distinctly less so. )
Leon. ( Is the short introduction he offers, lifting his hand to tug at the knot of his tie, loosening it a bit further. There's a few seconds where he considers if he should really do this - he can't tell if Satoru even knows what he's doing given the way he talks. Or maybe that's just him? It's hard to tell. But despite the stubborn part of him that doesn't want to bend so easily to this game, something else wins out: doing what he's told, giving someone else what he thinks they want. So he lets himself lean back, supports his weight on his arms for a few seconds as he stares up at Gojou again. Then, finally, he lets himself lie flat on the bed with his legs over the edge. )
You suck at this. ( He adds as he settles, arching a brow up at Gojou as he moves his hands to rest them on his abdomen. Not that he has any real experience with something like this, but well. He can't say this guy seems like he's got any more experience than he does with it all. )
( A look of disappointment. If he got a few chips for every time he saw that on someone else's face in this place, he'd probably be rich. But as it is, all he can manage is to frown back at him, following those dark eyes towards the house of cards. All they have to do is make it through it without knocking it over, and no one really had to do anything, right? He thinks he can manage that.
But the joke (at least, he thinks it's a joke), earns a soft heh and a quick shake of his head. )
I think I still need all of those these days.
( Leon manages a small grin, even if it's falls slightly with the response. It's expected, and, well, he'd been the one to mention a card at all. Comes with the territory. And that's the point of this place in particular, isn't it? To bet high with whatever you've got.
One shoulder lifts in a shrug and there's a slight tip of his head. ) If I win, you'll get off and I'll watch. ( Which, all things considered, isn't the worst thing win or lose. )
[ The flat response, coupled with Fuuta's expression -- nose wrinkled in disbelief, brow lowered and eyes narrowed into a dubious stare -- make it clear he really has no idea what Wei Wuxian is talking about. Like, a name is just a name? Why should you have multiples? But also -- ]
Whatever. Never mind. People here come from all sorts of weird places. Just so long as you're not making shit up because you think you're funny.
[ Which brings them back to that initial question: ]
The weirdest thing ... [ Pulling his legs up to rest his chin on his knees, he thinks the matter over for a moment before scowling. ] -- this place can change you, you know. Physically. Like -- a little while ago something happened and it'd make people transform into ... monsters, I guess. Partially or fully. I got, like, horns and a tail and stuff. That was pretty messed up.
[ yeah, no. she's not dumb enough to take a deal like that or she's too alpha for that, contrary to anything that might've happened just now. ... it's a nice idea in the abstract if she had to have an opinion on it, but she's not much of a slave. actually it'd be much tastier for it to be the other way around.
but she'll keep that unsaid. ] I might consider it if I could have your ass to myself for one month, but no. Don't take me for that much of a sucker, I might get annoyed. [ ... though, she does want to be the first to get her hands on or tongue in a nice virgin ass. she does want that cherry, she can't lie. whether she wants it bad enough for to be a little personal toilet is another story, as much as she's thirsty to taste sarkaz juice straight from the source like that. this is fun and no doubt w is an intriguing playmate and lappland doesn't exactly have such a proud ego, but she'd still rather take than give that much.
she drops the knife but her hand slinks just to catch a nice handful of that ass again, kneading her claws against flesh nearly catlike, sliding to scratch up to the base of w's tail. ]
Your ass is yours to do as you please, signorina. All I'm saying is I could treat it right. [ ... ] Or wrong, I suppose. [ definitely wrong. but honestly, she's flexible. ] I'd even go gentle for your first time unless you really beg for me to wreck it, or I'll leave it red and clawed up until you're crying. Dealer's choice. [ unless she changes her mind on a dime and decides actually, she'll do what she likes. the other girl is an intriguing playmate and for a split second back there she might even have let her kill her, but--
no, she knew that wasn't going to happen. but it was a fun as hell game to believe and cum to, just then. ]
If you do send a picture, don't disappoint me and make sure to get a nice juicy angle. Maybe of this. [ her black claw, cutting suddenly into skin, two simple thin red lines--an 'L' on one sarkaz butt cheek. just a souvenir. or maybe marking some territory. ]
[ ... is this guy genuinely relieved that he's not mad at him? It's not often that people take his anger seriously, and while it's not like he would have done anything just 'cause he was mad, it still placates him a little, to know he's not being looked down on.
Hmph. It's just that this guy seems like one of those types that's hard to get mad at. It doesn't mean anything deeper than that. ]
A wildcard, huh. So you really are brand new, then. You'll probably get a rank later, then. But for now ... [ Sure enough, a scroll through his Watch gives no hints as to what happened last night. ] ... yeah, I still can't tell if we did anything.
[ And just as he's about to try and raise some suggestions of how else's they can solve the mystery, he finally finishes processing what his not-bang-partner said. ]
-- wait. You think we got kidnapped by gods? And you think that's hot? Are you serious? Why d'you sound so calm about that. Don't tell me this is part of your wrestling backstory or something.
[Yasha hikes up the sheet she's had herself covered with, which is the only thing that's now between them. It only needs one swift movement and it will be gone. She doesn't hesitate to place herself in his lap after that little encouragement.
And he can definitively look because Yasha's not going to ban herself from looking if they are going this way. Her fingers dig into the back of his neck and shoulder, inviting him in for a deeper kiss with a soft moan when his digs into her lower back. She does a remarkable job of holding her hips back and herself from pushing him back on the bed.
They might not remember what happened last night, but she sure as hell wouldn't mind a reminder.]
[he won't argue against that. Akira is also used to it-- used to letting the sharp rumors and disparaging glares run off his back like water-- but it does suck. . . and Scott gets a small, sympathetic smile at that]
[he wouldn't be surprised if this resort chose ranks based on LUCK OF THE DRAW, but something else Scott says piques his curiosity]
Mutants?
[hm. his gaze trails towards the sunglasses. are those two things related. . .?]
[ Gregor's feeble protest just earns a roll of the eyes and a quiet huff -- 'no dice.' People who just want to wreck their own health with a bad dependence are one thing, but secondhand smoke makes smoking an entirely different deal. Gregor will get no sympathy from him.
A fact that's immediately made clear via his incredulous echo of: ]
Bugs? [ Fuuta heaves a small sigh. ] You should probably sound at least a little embarrassed saying that at your age, you know. Bugs are just bugs.
[ He says this like he wouldn't recoil with a shriek the moment he ran into a cockroach ... And as he goes for a new card, carefully easing one off the top while trying not to topple the tower, he says as blandly as possible -- ]
Maaaan, I'm telling ya. Check your body for hickeys. I'm a biter. ♡
[ The coffee is finished brewing, and it's enticing scent fills the air. He delivers the drink to Fuuta and even provides little packets of cream and sugar. He doesn't know how this guy likes his coffee and he doesn't seem too interested in figuring it out. ]
Look, bro, I'm not religious, but a bunch of folks back home are, and all the imagery of the gods-- goddesses they worship-- they're hot women. If they exist and they're responsible for all of this, I'm okay with it.
That's good. I'm glad you have been. [Ashe is trying his hardest not think back to the last time he saw Olivine with little clothes on which is making it difficult for him to enjoy his bacon. His blush deepened when he saw the transparent underwear and he did his best not to openly stare at him as he reaches for more bacon. He peaked at the kit, but there are a lot of items he has questions about that he would focus on later.
[ The sight of those pointy very-not-human ears does earn a pause -- what is this guy, some sort of elf? -- but Fuuta isn't so kind as to balk for too long. Pointy or not, the ear is getting a hearty pinch!
... that's still not that hard. Even by normal human standards, Fuuta lets off before it'd cause too much pause. Because as annoying as he finds this guy, he's not some tryhard jerkass about to cause serious pain over a dumb game. Just the kick of the leg and the pout are enough to placate him, and Fuuta gives a little 'hmph' as he plops back into his seat. ]
I'm human. A normal, regular human.
[ He snatches up the dice to toss across the table within Midnight's reach before slouching back, arms crossed so he can stare judgmentally across the table. ]
And I'm a full, legal adult in every definition of the word. I dunno what you are or where you're from, but you shouldn't go making assumptions about people like you know everything.
[ He's not even going to dignify that with a response, because he's a no-fun-allowed dour little hater. Sorry Beowulf, you deserve better than the withering stare Fuuta just directs at him before deadpanning: ]
Actually I don't care. Never mind.
[ Then he shuffles to sit up, starting to turn around on the bed. ]
I'm gonna check for -- ... [ hickies ] -- if there's anything, so stay there for a second.
[ Yes, he knows it's kind of prissy for a guy to be self-conscious about being seen shirtless, but he has his reasons, okay. Fuuta sighs as he starts undoing the topmost few buttons of his shirt to peek down under the fabric. ]
[Oh, right, there is a buffet nearby. They can probably find at least one thing there that has red bean paste. Shouldn't be too hard! He might have to follow her lead on that one though. Besides, it's for the best, because she's supposed to be representing her favorite food.]
Really?
[He's a little surprised to hear that she's never tried those beans before, but seems dumb to make a big deal out of it when he's never had azuki beans. Different cultures and their different food-- he doesn't even know what kuromame may be. It's almost fun hearing about this though, go figure. If only it was more normal circumstances...]
I guess depending on which part of the world you're in, you eat a certain kind of bean. [Really, the true way to define each country.] But... sure, yeah. We can grab something after this.
[...Maybe a part of him is actually looking forward to it. First step, draw a card! Scott doesn't want to lose, even if they have a preplanned snack to go to, so he still carefully pulls from the tower before looking at the question written there: What is your favorite past time?
Easy question still.]
My favorite past time. [He repeats, before easily answering.] Uh, normal stuff, pretty much. Going to the mall, the arcade, watching movies.
[ In reply, Midnight simply walks over and grabs the pan. That is, he drags himself over to a standing position, pulls at the counter until he's on his feet, and feels around because the lights automatically turned on and boy howdy does being light sensitive suck when you're hung over! And he grabs the pan from a shelf, by the pan part. He feels around for the handle and carefully presents it in Broca's direction, eyes still closed. Casual! He is not going to fall over. He is simply too balanced for that. ]
There. Butter's on top of the bread, and, ah... There's water... bit of juice... My apologies.
[ And Midnight shoves the pan into Broca's hands, staggers to the bathroom and shuts the door. The door is not nearly thick enough to mask the sounds of Midnight losing control of his stomach, coughing up what he drank last night. Oof. Okay. Not great! ]
[ the whole point of that offer was no never!! she's had enough offers on this ass that could have w rolling flush with cash forever if she was that easy, but being a total tease about it? that's priceless. w's face screws up with annoyed fury, her nostrils flaring as lappland's squeezing hands rip another pitiful squeal from her lips. it's so humiliating, doesn't at all stop her from running her proud mouth: ]
This ain't a fucking auction! I set my terms, and it's a one time only offer. Don't come begging at my feet when you end up regretting it.
[ she opens her mouth to say something about handling the merchandise, but even w realizes how dumb a look that would be when she's melting into lappland's kneading hands. she still hasn't even really tried too hard to make it out of this (uncomfortable?) pose. (it's not, she's flexible enough to be perfectly comfortable bent in half.) for good measure, she plants a foot against lappland's shoulder, that red brand across her ankle gleaming as she uses the leverage exclusively to lift her hips for lappland's scratching nails.
her own tail is tucked tight against her body, protectively. ]
I don't trust you and I definitely don't cry. But hey! I sure can prove it. I'll go out there and find someone with the biggest, girthiest, most massive di—
[ heat flares on one of her asscheeks, and oh, w could kill her. texas probably wouldn't even be TOO mad if she explained it with just the right slant, and besides, she's always been better at asking forgiveness than permission. but the foot on lappland's shoulder is pulling her down, not shoving her away, and w's eyes are so dark, her tits so tight and her nipples hardened to aching little buds when she whisper-snarls: ]
[Fate. It's something to consider, in light of everything that has happened. Are those decisions destined to be made, or can a person act of their own freedom and independence? His thoughts drift, threatening to take him away in silent rumination — but her words bring him back, a line worrying itself between his brow.]
'Play along'... then, you mean, having relations.
[There is no better way to say it, so he repeats her chosen words, voice low and circumspect. His eyes carefully do not linger on the woman beside him; he remembers how she had looked on the bed in only sheer nightwear, the first time he'd ever seen someone else so exposed in the flesh under the pretext of a 'hangover', his presence imposed upon her by the House.]
My experience is also limited. Like you, I was preoccupied with other matters in my own world. Was it difficult for you to make that adjustment? And by insistence, do you mean coercion on behalf of the House?
[ That unwavering confidence earns a moment of incredulous staring before Fuuta puts the foundation down and glances away with a heavy sigh. Ugh. This is why it's so annoying dealing with people who are born blessed. Of course a guy with a face like this would act like such hot shit and know he's hot shit.
Still. This guy being annoying is one thing, and talk about debts is another; he's not going to muddle them.] I don't care about owing. It's not about that. You don't own me shit.
[ Fuuta grumbles as he picks up the spare outfit and starts unfolding it. ]
And it's not that I give up on everything. I just ... know my limits. [ Like his inability to look passably like a girl. Ugh. Fuuta makes a face to himself as he takes in all the frills. ] It's easy for you to say shit, but I'm just realistic about what I can and can't do. It's called being an adult.
[ For all he says, though, he really does want that nap. So after one more weary glance from the dress, to the door flanked by guards, then back again, he grudgingly mumbles, ]
... but if you're so confident it'll work out, then lend me a hand with this stuff. I've never dressed up like this before.
[ Midnight laughs, leans down for a peck. Just as lovely and ravenous for Keita as ever... No amount of petrified slumber will change that. ]
Oh... I suppose it should bother me, shouldn't it? Well, on one hand, it's far from an unpleasant sight, isn't it...? My attributes are without flaw, after all.
[ ... There is the small matter of a scar between his ribs, right where his heart is... But, well, it's usually hidden by his hair, anyway. So, on the whole, perfect. His white blood cell count is strictly his and his doctor's business.
Anyway, he stretches and poses a bit, winking before scooting Keita along. ]
On the other hand, I do a lot of charity already, don't I...? Perhaps there are some sights I should save just for you. Is that what you want?
[ Midnight is teasing, but he wouldn't turn his nose up at a yes, either. He likes being a little greedy, as long as it doesn't turn into true jealousy... ]
[ his aim seems pretty solid and the candy lands mostly intact in his mouth. this one tastes a little better than the last, and he licks his lips slowly as he eyes akira with less skepticism than he had before. ]
[They're in a garage. Sunday can tell immediately once they've stepped out, although it fails to minimize his confusion, because it doesn't look like anywhere he's been in the past. He would know if he was still in Penacony; least of all, this man would recognize him.]
Mr. Neuvillette.
[HOT STUFF... Poor man. Should Sunday tell him? Before he can make a decision the valet appears, then immediately races off.]
Hm. If we wait, he might be able to provide us more information on our circumstances. [NPC exposition we can handwave.] But I won't stop you if you choose to leave and investigate the area yourself. You have no reason to stay with me. And you seem quite capable of defending yourself, if that need arises.
[With that water cannon... Sunday is just a weak little guy in comparison. As he waits, he starts wringing out the bottom of his drenched robe, trying to preserve some Dignity.]
Maybe. They do have a literal gun as a possible prize though, so who knows what hot mess their weapon policy is probably like?
[ Still a solid probability she's not about to walk out of here with a proper magic wand though. Rats. Finally, after a billion years of spinning aimlessly, the wheel wheezes through the last handful of numbers and finally lands on a final destination with a tired lurch. 11............ 12.............. 13. Lucky number thirteen. Woo, go team.
"Congratulations on your faaaaaaaaaaaabulous prize!" sings a staff member, accompanied with the same confetti cannon to the face experience that Lighter got (and she forgot about, like a fool), leaving Mayou with a totally mundane spoon in hand, a bunch of cheap confetti stuck in her hair, and no real idea what she's expected to do with this outcome. ]
[ A full, legal adult in every definition of the word, of course... But not an adult in the sense that he's settled into that identity yet, if his arguing is anything to judge by. Still, Midnight laughs again, scooping up the dice and giving them a roll. He's not one to judge. Everyone was young and self-conscious once, himself included. ]
Mm... Well, let's try that, shall we? The next time I'm quite unsure of how comfortable you are, I'll simply ask... Ah, a perfect example.
[ Midnight looks at the dice, then rises from his seat, strides over, and leans directly into his new friend's space. His eyes settle half-lidded, dark and pleased, and he grins amicably. His teeth are remarkably pointed. ]
Would you be comfortable with me fingering your arse?
[ 2, 4. Well, Midnight's not one to argue with fate! ]
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