【 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.
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[ It's a kiss received just as eagerly, Keita's face tilted up to Midnight's and his fingers grasping Midnight's arm just at his elbow. Holding him steady, but also holding him close, because while Keita is not jealous he is greedy, especially after spending so long apart. Being physically close to Midnight's statue could never compare to the joy of this—hearing Midnight's voice, his laugh, feeling the warmth of his body everywhere they touch.
And what a body it is. Flawless indeed, scars and all; Keita has so many of his own, he could never begrudge Midnight's. He allows himself to be guided along, slipping his hand down Midnight's wrist to fold their fingers together for however long Midnight will let him. ]
As much as I would love to covet you and your perfect physique all to myself, it really would be unkind of me to prevent others from feasting their eyes...
[ A return of the teasing, with no real jealousy in sight. It isn't in Keita's personality, and anyway, Midnight is a man with a heart full of adoration to give—he would never seek to deny that part of his lover's nature.
Once they reach the branch of the hallway that leads to the elevator bank, Keita pushes up on his toes to murmur in Midnight's ear, ] Just don't let anyone else distract you on the way, I have designs on you the moment we're alone.
[ For decency's sake?? What a strange world she must be from.
Zeera gets down there and runs her tongue across Mayou's thigh, maybe a little longer and a little higher up than was expected. Still, she's done in a second, and her Doohickey announces an exciting update to her finances. ]
beowulf squeezes his shoulders and he sighs, a tremble to the tail end of it. his muscles are taut and melt under his hands upon contact and the words hit him, making the heat in his belly pitch forward. ]
Hah—that's perfect to start...
[ he can still feel that last kiss on the corner of his mouth and the sensation seems to travel straight down to his toes. his own hands trail along beowulf's waist, fingers splayed over wet skin as he meets his eyes. ]
I wouldn't complain if you wanted to go lower... so much aches... may as well be all over. [ palm splaying down over the other's belly now and trailing to frame the base of beowulf's cock with his hand. ]
[ ah. now that's a topic shylock is familiar with all too well. ]
I understand. Even humans have the same sentiments, you know? They will soon outlive their pets, no matter how much they take good care of them.
[ and he knows that murr, too, will one day reunite with the moon no matter how much shylock tries to delay the inevitable. yet he continues to smile despite knowing all this. ]
But it does not change the fact that your pets -- or anyone you meet or anything you cherish, for that matter -- have loved you in return for a majority of their lifetime. If you think of it that way, it isn't so bad.
[ yes, hello indeed. shylock continues to spin themselves around in a waltz in midair, capturing the attention of the audience, and by the time they land back down on the ground with a flourish, the crowd claps.
shylock bows down, still holding the lady's hand, before turning to her gratefully. ]
There we go. Are you all right, milady? If I hadn't caught you in time, you'd be on the floor by now, wouldn't you think so?
[Rude isn't awake enough to classify himself as conscious but he is awake enough for manners, it seems.]
Good morning. [The response is muffled by his pillow and the own tired rasp of his voice as he slowly realizes he has no idea who has just spoken to him. Normally he would have a whole internal panic in this situation, but he's gradually starting to understand that this type of thing is normal here.
He just sits up slowly, rubbing his head like it might make the ache go away--it doesn't.]
Unwell. [Rude responds, glancing at her and the robe that hardly keeps her covered, and then to the try of hangover remedies.] Yourself?
[Rude reasons with himself about the situation. If they did it once before, then doing it again shouldn't do any harm. Right? Unless she's sore, or not in the mood for it--and the latter doesn't seem to be the case. But Rude doesn't want to presume.]
Would you like to? Again. With me..
[It's a full coherent thought in his mind, but for whatever reason when he tries to make a complete sentence out of it, his words come out stuttered and shy. More shy than the arousal growing the longer they kiss. He savors the taste of her tongue while his hands feel up her sides, thumbs seeking out her nipples to tease if she'll allow him.]
[ what, did she promise her ass to texas?......... strangely enough, if so, she really would be loath to decide who the hell she'd be jealous of or just admit it'd be both. she sure hopes texas would go harder on this ass than her, though she rather doubts it and if texas did then why not do the same to lappland--
anyway, she's a mess. but she's laughing about it even as w nearly kicks her, her claw finishes up that little 'L' with a vengeful slice into bare skin as she moves over w further. ]
That hypothetical 'someone' won't be half as good as me, or a fraction as bad. Admit it, you know it. [ okay, so she hasn't met a fraction of the guests here in the resort but she'll be the first to try to out-freak them all. ] Why, if you want to we can go and spin that roulette again and try to get a dildo for me. The biggest, fattest, knottiest one they might have. [ honestly, when there are no lose slots exactly on that roulette, isn't it all gain and no pain? even if she actually did land on that fleshlight maybe even she'd try to fuck it or grind it on w.
but for now she wants to do just that, as she positions them together so she could thrust against w, pussy-to-pussy. her grip on w's ass shifting to pull at her tail with a savage yank, her other hand going to grope roughly at a breast, pinch and twist hard to a nipple with the deliberate prick of her nails. well it'd felt so good when w tortured hers. it's only polite to return the favor. ]
We can try to do just that after this. [ she's not going to be satisfied with just one nut. ]
[said with a lilt of amusement in his voice as he pops the next bonbon into his own mouth. he ain't even a chocolates guy, he just has the morning munchies]
If you're craving something less sweet, they gave us breakfast, too. And a nice bag of gifts.
[ Midnight feels Keita's fingers around his as they walk, picks up their joined hands for a kiss to the back of his hand before letting their handhold swing between them, sweet and easy. Midnight bends to Keita as soon as he senses that the conversation takes a private turn, eyes lidded and a small smile on his face. Greedy, indeed... Midnight wants a lot, too. It's a matter of fairness to accept the greed of others. ]
For my faithful reader, my clockwork artist, with the cleverest hands I've ever witnessed... Your designs are truly of paradise. I would be honored to be the focus of as many as you can bestow upon me.
[ And Midnight, true to his word, only pauses with Keita at the elevator and wherever he feels like he hasn't kissed Keita enough. With the kissing pauses, traveling does take a while, but they make it to the elevator. Eventually. He does play with the short hairs at the nape of Keita's neck as they wait for the elevators, though... It's a very pretty neck. Keita's a very pretty man. ]
[As Aventurine undoes the buttons of his shirt and the fabric falls open to reveal more skin on his chest, also dotted with scars, Rude's eyes observe him studiously first before he even makes any attempt to touch. He wants to ask if he's some kind of soldier or fighter, but it's not relevant at the moment. Maybe later?
Seeing the piercing causes both his brows to raise in surprise as his head turns to look him in the eyes a moment longer. It's all the time he needs before Aventurine prompts him to continue. Rude runs his fingers across the other man's chest, feeling him over before teasing the nipple piercing between two of his fingers just to play with it. The dice said to lick them, though, so he won't drag this out.
Ducking his head, he flicks his tongue over the pierced one, sucking it between his teeth while his fingertips toy with the other one, before moving on to trace one of Aventurine's scars with his index finger idly.] Your turn.
[ what a gentleman. it's certainly a strange situation they've found themselves in, but she takes it in stride. it's more productive than having a crisis about it when she's in the presence of, technically, a stranger.
her smile takes a sympathetic slant as she turns briefly back to the cart, reaching for a mug. ]
Much the same, but the coffee did help. [ and a little bit of healing magic, but she holds off on that for now. ] Would you like some?
If by here, do you mean trapped in a glorified chrome cage while Sleeping Beauty snores away?
[ While much of the fault for relocating him to the car's interior belongs to The House, that doesn't prevent J from laying some blame for his current predicament at Viktor's feet. The reason for which his companion may soon figure out if an attempt is made to exit any of the doors that, shockingly, refuse to unlock. Apparently, the car has its own ideas about making these two stay put, nice and cozy-like, until they become far better acquainted. That's not the irritating part. It is basically a given in this place that people need to canoodle at least a bit, but that's rather difficult to manage when the other party is out like a light! ]
Long enough to read this cover to cover. [ The item in question is held up to what passes for the lighting situation in the dimmed car's interior, revealing one of the many forms of entertainment The House has self-published. The illustrated figures on the front maintain a level of nudity that is barely tasteful and gives an idea of what lurks between the pages. ] Twice. For a dirty magazine, it was surprisingly wordy.
Or were you referring to the place actually hosting this backseat rendezvous? [ He could dole out a number of months or years, but J is too keenly aware of the value of such information and how useful it can be when traded for something he wants.
Opting for a different track, the demon abandons his reading material and gathers up the plush blanket as he moves to his feet. Even with how spacious it is, the car's interior isn't built for creatures towering more than seven feet tall. So when he crosses the distance to approach his scantily-clad companion, the act should be at best ungainly if not downright awkward. Strangely enough, the cramped space never poses an issue as he prowls closer on silent paw pads that barely make a sound.
Once J's near enough to see what sort of skin he intends to cover up, it's not merely his third eye that decides to slide over the expanse of flesh purpled and shrunken against the musculature beneath. When his gaze should reflect horror, or at best, empathy, instead there's only a glint of intrigue. ]
Here. [ With little fanfare, the demon moves to guide the blanket around Viktor's shoulders, so that it might swallow the skeletal frame in its clutches and supply a semblance of dignity The House had stripped away. ] You may feel toasty right now, but I can promise you that won't be the case once you've stepped outside.
[ For the wellbeing of the luxury fleet stashed there, the parking garage is kept continuously cool by the same enigmatic machinery that runs the fictitious weather that rules the Vale and keeps the resort's interior a perfect temperature in every season. ]
Yussa Errenis | Critical Role | returning/new character
[ ooc: Yussa is a trans man. He's been here before, and has recently woken up from... somewhere. His memories of his time here will be fuzzy and I'm happy to play with him recognizing (or not) former CR. More smut info is here.
I'll match your style if you prefer brackets! ]
The Next 168 Hours
At the Door Yussa arrives after several hours of harassment by ghost hands. When he relented, snapping at the disembodied guides that he needed to get dressed, they left him alone for a while. His wardrobe isn't what it was, but he does get his hands on something that suits him and the demands of the occasion. Wearing white satin and gold chains, he arrives to the casino coifed and made up to simple but stunning effect.
He's freezing and he has been since waking up. His concession to this is a white fur wrap that he can remove or keep on as it suits him.
Refreshments The lavish buffet brings back vague memories. Yussa eats sparingly, not because he doesn't trust the food, but because he is trying to avoid the attention of servers who are loading up other guests with food. But he's found eventually, and he finds himself with a plate heaped with a ridiculous amount of food.
With a longsuffering sigh, Yussa looks to another guest.
"Please help me eat this. Perhaps even find us a third, this is ridiculous."
Game Rooms
Dirty Dice Yussa settles at one of the two-top tables to await a partner. He recalls the rules of tis game and several others played here, and as before he has no intention of leaving all of his luck in someone else's hands. Which means he will have to play.
He examines the dice and looks up when someone joins him. The black liner around his eyes makes the gold color seem molten.
"Have you played before?" he asks as he sits up straighter. "I can't remember the winning conditions - is it the first to get to four?"
Sex Toy Roulette The game is easier to join than the others, which makes it very tempting. He has four hours to do what he needs to if it should come to that, and there's a chance that he'll land on one of the instant prizes and he can go on his way.
But of course, it wouldn't be a casino if it were that easy.
Over the course of a few hours, Yussa spins four times, and he gets four different toys (in no particular order): 17 (ball gag), 14 (vibrator), 33 (cock ring), and 27 (leash and collar).
Each time, he tries to keep track of how long he has to use the won toy before losing chips and gods know what else.
[ ooc: let me know if you're interested in one of those! he'll also be willing to help others. ]
One or Eleven Yussa draws a card at the door, revealing an Ace of Hearts, putting him in the role of Dominant. That suits him. Once he's in the Lovers' Hideaway, he looks for someone who might have a Club or Diamond. Though quite petite at just five feet tall, Yussa has a way of filling the space that he's in, effortlessly taking on the bearing of someone who is accustomed to having command of a room and the deference of those in it.
As he talks to the available players with submissive designations, Yussa tries to get a feel for what they might want out of the encounter. He makes clear from the start that he is not interested in pointless cruelty or pain for pain's sake - he is not a heavy-handed disciplinarian. But other than that, he's open to exploring whatever a scene partner might want to, and happy to discuss it before disappearing into one of the bedrooms together.
Sometime later, Yussa circles back to the 1 or 11 game, and this time draws an Ace of Diamonds and realizes that for this round he will be submissive. it's been... a very long night, actually. Day? Days? He's honestly loss track of time and he suspects that is the point. When he enters the Hideaway this time, he is more demure, though no less confident. His boundaries remain similar: he doesn't mind some pain, particularly impact play, and he is open to most scenarios that a Dominant partner might wish to explore. He defers more in these conversations, but isn't a pushover. Like before, it's possible that he will have one of the toys won from the wheel with him, and he is willing to pass it off to his Dominant to use as they see fit.
[ ooc: Yussa will make it a point to avoid anyone under the age of 21; he prefers over 25, but knows that he may not always have the option. ]
Hangover
The sound Yussa makes as he starts coming around is nothing short of pathetic: a quiet whimper of protest when he realizes he is awake. Normally sleeping makes him groggy anyway, but at the moment he feels utterly wrung out and like his head his stuffed with cotton.
It takes him far too long to realize he isn't alone in bed. Even so, the elf sits up slowly, one hand pressed to his forehead as he goes - possibly trying to avoid the light, no matter how ambient it is.
"Ah... good morning," he manages, accent heavy and voice a bit rough. Slowly he lowers his hand to look around, and to see who he's actually in bed with.
[ ooc: happy for Yussa to be naked or wearing underwear of some kind (something like this or simple shorts and a set of short stays to flatten his chest - I'll roll with whatever you decide when you tag in. ]
[She pulls from the kiss for a brief moment to look at him- she has nothing to consider, she thought climbing in his lap so obscenely was a good clue. But he's a gentleman, of course, and she can't help a small smile curving on the corner of her lip.]
I would like to, yes. [Without being blackout drunk.
She reaches with her hand between them and pulls away the single sheet that's been covering her up (mostly lower half now) to get it out of the way. With his hands sending shivers down her back and eliciting a soft gasp from her when they find her breasts, she dives in for another deep kiss. This time she pushes him to lay back on the bed, and her hips roll forward slowly, teasingly against him.]
[ dan heng feels the eyes on them, but he does not have sylvain's experience here to know exactly what that means - even still, he's glad to be led away, if only because he doesn't love the idea of being watched so closely, like an animal in a cage. he's had enough of that in his lifetime.
so he follows along, and together they dip into a curtained off alcove lined with a comfortable booth. ]
Perhaps.. something to drink is in order, first.
[ he needs the liquid courage to soothe his frayed nerves. ]
Might wanna get some self motivation in the future. I hear that's reeeeal good for, ya know, staying alive.
[A big ol' toothy grin. And if he's getting a proper look at his face, this guy certainly looks like a bandit. Half his face is completely scarred up, and his right eye blank and defunct. It's almost a bit too much.
That said, the confidence wanes slightly as he peers at Akira's handiwork, and he wrinkles his nose.]
[ part of him was hoping that she might say yes, but alas. not only does she say no, she follows it up by staring!! dan heng sighs, crossing his arms. ]
You could at least pretend not to stare..
[ but that's not her style, is it? fine. shaking his head, dan heng slips out of his robe - please enjoy the view, stelle. oddly enough, he doesn't seem too bothered by his nudity, mostly because this body is a disguise, one he crafted himself, it doesn't possess the strange draconian anatomy that would seem so foreign to so many. but then, he doubts that stelle would bat an eyelash.
draping his robe over one of the seats, he reaches for her. ]
Would you like me to take yours? I can dry it for you.
Somehow, it feels worse to hear those words coming from you.
[The fearless Trailblazer, who has dauntlessly undertaken unimaginable tasks and traveled down unforgiving roads... And who, along with the others from the Express Crew, had managed to bring him down from the heights of a wayward dream. A former opponent, now a... companion? Truthfully, Sunday isn't certain of where they stand — and this is the first time they've been without the others.
Ahem. Lacking Dan Heng, he'll try to take the most logical direction.]
Any ideas on how we might find a way out of the vehicle? I imagine that should be our first goal.
[ the heat from arlecchino's fingers and tongue linger on clorinde's skin even after she pulls her pant leg back down, raising goosebumps after being exposed to the cooler air in the casino. it's almost funny—never would clorinde ever expect to have arlecchino touch her in this way, but she can't deny that the impossibility of it; the... illicit nature of it, sends a flash of warmth down her spine to linger low in her belly.
honestly, she's proving her point at this rate, but again, this is an opportunity that she'll likely never be able to have back home. after all, she always did wonder what navia saw in the knave. ]
No. But it has caught your attention.
[ which, clorinde is inclined to believe that that's a feat on its own. but she's glad to know that arlecchino has picked up on it: being mindful, being vigilant; the resort loves its games and they're all made to be its players, but they'd be fools to not keep their wits about them.
even if she thinks it's testing her a little. clorinde rolls a 10 and an 8; she can't decide if that's more explicit than lick thigh. ]
[He glances across the table, gold eyes studying the man across from him — the seriousness of an expression and tone of words belied by that jovial nature Wei Wuxian first presented when they woke. The man is intelligent, and Sunday appreciates such forthright honesty more than he can say.
As little as he knows about ghosts, there is something ominous in Wei Wuxian's assertion. Cultivator may be another new term for him as well, but in the context of everything else described, he can assume it is some occupation to keep that excessive yin energy in check. So the danger he suspected is real.]
I've been wondering... since those ghost 'hands' forced many of us to attend that party against our will, if there might be other — more insidious — goals in mind. As you said, we are in its domain. It has control over us here.
[Bro relax, having sex is not evil.]
Even more reason to have you introduce me to one of them. Please let me know when you're finished eating. [Says the one who has barely touched his food...] I'd like to look into it sooner than later.
(arlecchino can admit to herself that clorinde is attractive. a good-looking face, a nice body. then again, so is arlecchino. mysteries in themselves can be appealing, so can be the risk and danger of it. the knave has them all in spades, dangerous while also maintaining something of control. that was part of her decision to take advantage of the environment, she's not terrible at this. flirting, handsome, and capable of many things that might even make a sane person's skin crawl were they to know.
it isn't as if the knave didn't notice navia's crush on her after, but there is an air to her. noble yet wicked. villainous in her deeds, but capable of displaying something of honor within them no matter what that cost is. or truly, what she did was. there's a reason why she was never persecuted for her own crimes in fontaine that were not falling under the eyes of the law as being "good" when she acted.)
It's hard not to notice, knowing that there is plenty that suggests this is only the surface.
(her eyes do follow the die, wondering for a moment what it might land on when....bite ear? she almost wants to laugh that the dice decided they were to start with more explicit leaning actions. still, she better not waste any time once arlecchino reaches to move her hair back away from her ear. she wore it down this time, no ponytail.
it almost makes her look like a wraith, something unnatural by far and more. something too beautiful, too handsome. what an enticing devil, whilst she leans into her seat and waits.)
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