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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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[ Vanitas is not the only one who'd prefer to be knocking down the cards. The whole reason Xue Yang came over was because he saw one of the structures tumble and wanted to get in on that, only to be heavily disappointed when learning the rules... but oh well, he was already here.
At the question Xue Yang bursts into laughter, his wide smile showing off his prominent canine teeth. ]
Yeah, but it'd be just plain stupid if you got it instead. "I wear a mask!" [ He gives an amused snort. ] Boring.
As for me? Real face. If you piss me off, you're gonna know it. I don't suck up to people and pretend I like them. That shit makes me sick.
[ Luckily he only needs to answer the question honestly, not truthfully, since he doesn't have the self-awareness to do the latter.
Xue Yang then reaches for the stack himself. The motion looks lazy and casual, but there's a moment of precision as he actually takes hold of the card and slips it out of the structure, not disturbing the rest of them even the slightest amount. ]
"Are you more likely to betray someone or be betrayed?"
[Sunglasses inside... also, 'relax'? He doesn't know the meaning of the word. The expression on Sunday's face is — worried. His mouth forms a tightly unhappy line, brow furrowed, every muscle in his body the epitome of tension, a stiff-jointed doll drifting in the air — he could not be more fragile-looking, in that moment, if he was made of glass.
His fall from the heights of Penacony was humiliating, but this is a close runner-up. At least everyone below is too high or wasted to notice his distress. Except for this man, it seems.]
What exactly is your idea?
[In a pathetic little attempt at making him more reachable, Sunday extends his foot, only to lose whatever meager sense of balance he'd achieved and flipping backward, hair hanging down over his face.]
Ugh. Just... [???] Never mind. If you're going to try something, please do it quickly.
[ROWDY BOY. . . Akira arches a brow at the question; there's nothing about this guy that outwardly ways I'M FROM THE 1800'S, but he has had this question once already, so. . .]
A car is like a horseless carriage. It moves by itself, but only if you have the key.
[points at the exposed wires]
I'm trying to get this thing started without the key.
I always hex first, ask questions never. Now, let's see... No more wasting time, gramps... put on those CLAMPS.
[ Yes, most of her hexes come in the form of rhymes. It's pretty silly. Also, whether her hex actually works is hit or miss (up to you!) since they don't seem to work on some people. ]
No, I don't think I will. [ If Kabru is hoping that his cheeky innuendo will embarrass or fluster, he'll be sorely disappointed when J doesn't so much as blink. He does return the impish rejoinder with his own brand of a challenge he's found that tends to motivate more than anything else — a note of derision enveloped in a grin. ]
If you expect to be handled with kid gloves simply because of your inexperience, perhaps this isn't the place for you.
[ With one elbow propped up on the table so that he can rest his head against the press of several fingers, J studies the tumbling die with only a modicum of interest. His focus remains divided, with the level gaze of his third eye settling firmly upon the stranger now seated across from him.
When the die finally still to read 10 and 1 J's brows raise in expectation, though the curve of his mouth suggests he's looking forward to whatever may happen next. ]
[ he might be the scariest cat that lighter has ever met in his life. leaks wouldn't mind that distinction; it's something he's prided himself on no matter where he's gone. he's seen plenty of worlds, some more broken than others. this one seems much more pleasant from the get-go.
which is why he... carefully moves over, on all fours, to place a hand on lighter's shoulder before he can go. those claws delicately land upon skin but don't dig. not yet. ]
Stay.
[ followed by a sigh that tries to conceal its choked nature but comes out conflicted and unsure. ]
I do not know if I will get another chance to see another person for... perhaps, a long time.
[He's an adaptable guy like that. The explanation is simple and to the point though, and he quickly gets the gist of it. Fancy automatic carriage, got it. More importantly, it puts his mind at ease that he didn't get got by some young punk. He isn't losing his touch that badly, he hopes.]
Now why didn't ya just lead with that? If you're just a thief, you ain't the one that brought me here. I got no beef with ya!
[He leans back in his seat, clapping his hands together, appeased.]
That said, if yer tryin' to steal it, that must mean it's worth somethin', yeah? And I can't just leave some kid to have all the spoils to himself! That wouldn't be responsible.
[A cackle, and that grin is back. He's not gonna pass up the chance to have chauffeur okay, even if he's never been in the seat of a proper modern automobile before. He snaps his fingers.]
So! Get to stealin'! If ya can't figure this out, maybe yer best left to small time crime.
[The woman stays. Rather than the rise of annoyance he expects, or even a dwelling resignation, Sunday is made curious by the decision. Of all of the dark corners she could have tucked herself into, she has chosen his own — a stolen respite he's sought under the cover of an identity that doesn't even belong to him. Perhaps that is why. His demeanor is unthreatening; he's shown her no ulterior interest, and so she gambles on the fact that she will not be harassed.
And this... only saddens him, in the end. It must be difficult to work under these conditions. She covers her chest modestly and chooses a spot comfortably out of reach.
In light of the countless confessions he's received over the years, Sunday finds it almost effortless to turn and face her, posture a little more open, receptive, than before.]
You don't have to remain quiet. If you're hoping not to attract attention, then it's probably better that we have a conversation. It'll look more natural.
[Does this mean he has to drink the martini? He lifts the glass to his mouth, and — very delicately perches it there, allowing the pale alcohol to wet his lips without the reflexive movement of a swallow.]
How you worked at this establishment for very long?
[A groan on the cusp of satisfied and pained rumbles in Charlie's throat, pitched tenor like his voice. His relationship with hands on his body had begun with getting beat up in the not-nice way. This isn't a morbid tale; he enjoyed the roughhousing. A massage doesn't possess the same passion a pissed off brother does. This is a lose kind of association, the kind it's easy to not even notice.
The connection between liking hands on his body and why need not be strained.
His spine arcs, shoulders pressing back into his prince's grasp. Silently permitting - demanding? - that he press harder.] At least they gave you a futon!
My first bed was a murphy. You know those? The ones that fold in-and-out of the wall. [Charlie raises a hand to mimic the raising and lowering of the bed. He's jumping forward decades, foregoing details that would certainly sour his and any empath's mood.] So.
You're my... adopted prince? Wanna tell me about the King and Queen? [It's a good bit.]
[ He doesn't hold it against the other man, instead offering him a crooked, rueful smile. ]
Well. Not quite. This place... it messes with time somehow. There are others here, from my world. From what would be considered my future. [ He spreads his hand in a shrug, treating it lightly and not with the more complex grief and guilt he'd been dealing with for the better part of a year. ] Apparently, if this place hadn't kidnapped me when it did... I wouldn't have walked off the battlefield that day anyway.
[ Alternate timelines were confusing as hell. And he hasn't even figured out how that works yet. But he did believe his old classmate wouldn't have lied about that. ]
We can check and see. [ he shoots his new companion a smile, and then realized they skipped the whole introduction step in their haste. Wrinkling his nose at himself, he starts to lead the way over to the lounge's bar. ] What kind of wine are you familiar with? They have all sorts here, although some are specific to a certain bar, so don't give up, just because you don't find it here.
I'm Sylvain, by the way. Sylvain Gautier. Since I think we rushed past that part out in the casino.
[ hell no but did she did promise texas she'd be good. okay, she never actually promised that. she strongly implied that she'd be more amenable than usual. does it matter? no one would or honestly should believe that anyway and she sure as hell isn't doing a good job at it thus far. it's almost like she's just up to the same kind of shit as usual: getting herself into far more trouble than she ought to.
it's not fair that lappland has those beautiful slicing claws. her own nails skitter blunt and bitten across lappland's back, pressure more intimidate than harmful. she'll turn her face away petulantly at lappland's goading, but her quickened, shallow breathing betrays her. the thought of giving lappland something even bigger to tear her apart with opens a hollow in her gut she's not even sure how to endure.
her cunt is an embarrassing mess by the time lappland claps against it, so wet there's a creamy, unmistakable squelch when their flesh meets. w doesn't cry, but her whole body is seized by a sharp, relieved sob, her chest hopping high in the air just to be seized and tortured, her hips held in urgent, trembling offering when her tail is pulled so hard she sees stars. it still wraps lappland's wrist, that bristled, gnarly appendage of hers, holding her there just as tightly as w's holding on to her elsewhere.
where's her mouth now? forming the word 'please,' to her horror, which under no circumstances can be allowed to escape. she's far too well aware that this is the best she'll ever get it, rutting rough and dirty on some filthy floor, pain lashing through her body in quick, eager spasms, buried in and fucked by pussy so good she can't swallow up all her wretched, needy groans fast enough. it's so good her mouth forms the S and the hiss of that first consonant escapes, her lip buttoning stubbornly after. ]
Do you have a preference for something stiff or something soothing?
[ Sylvain tugs him inside the little alcove and settles in on a bench. He tugs Dan Heng close, so he sinks down beside him though, their thighs brushing. Casting a glance up at the lounge around them, he drapes an arm over the young man's shoulders as he leans in to murmur to him. ]
Try to stay relaxed, if you can. We'll likely have to put on at least a partial show of playing the game in here, otherwise the staff might think they need to get... persuasive. Don't worry, I'm going to try to avoid anything that makes you uncomfortable.
[Well then. Time for Chobe to get up, bending over as far as he can. . .and then try to smack Akira right aside his head. It's just a normal slap--maybe a little too normal for someone who was just threatening his life, like he's used to trying to get folks to shape up. He could do the whole vine magic shit again, but why waste it? That and he's just utterly baffled at the disrespect. He's a feared and ruthless bandit! When did civilians get so catty??]
Oi, brat! Get the hell up! You got a death wish? I want this box movin'! Or do ya wanna be hand delivered to whatever rich fuck is tryin' to sell us off?!
[He's aware he could just leap out of this mobile prison and book it on foot. But he's in an unknown place at an unknown time, and for as confident as he is, he figures a bit of caution is warranted in this situation.]
she's actually pretty picky about flirtatious men—their intentions seemingly always less than savory—but kizuna is one that slots into the category of 'handsome and endearing'. mona does not need to do any readings to know he means every word. to a woman like her, a genius who thrives off praise and adoration—yes, he manages to thrill her each time.
the two continue their journey through the resort, eventually finding themselves spotting a small line leading into what appears to be a guarded area. ]
This is it, [ she murmurs, glancing over at kizuna. ] It's the feeling I have.
[It'd be weirder if she didn't blush, really. Charlie offers a half-tilted smile and a shrug, clearly recognizing the sheen of embarrassment on her face. He won't comment.
Despite intending to leave Ishmael to her pragmatic approach for this task too, Charlie fans his leg out so his thigh brushes hers. The hand that follows feels nice, a pleasant shock of warmth and weight. Miracles do happen, though.
He's not hard.
Charlie follows her gaze, a brief exchange of confused furrowed brow before he coils his fingers to tuck the dice into his palm.] I wouldn't worry about that part- [And he casts the dice: Fondle Nipple.
Now there's something for her to worry about. Charlie's lips split into a grin the moment he reads the words. He turns to level his shoulders with his partner's, both hands raised. One palm forward, the other pointing at her disheveled shirt.]
You-
You're uh. Already half ready for this one- [Charlie's comment ends in a chuckle. This is too fucking funny. He's not laughing at her, but the absurdity of these dice leading smoothly from one move to another.
He'd wonder if they were weighted, given the Casino's bullshit... but life has a way of being funny all on its own.]
[SO FUCKING SORRY CHOBE YOU GOT AKIRA IN MAXIMUM BRAT MODE--]
[unfortunately, pretending to nap means he doesn't see the smack coming. it's not a hard enough thwack to do any real damage, but Akira still lets out a strangled yelp and bolts suddenly upright, head pressed against his head. he looks so offended?? excuse you, sir???]
I don't think it's that serious--
[rubs his head with a grumpy pout, before scooting closer to the ignition wires and toying with them again]
Has anyone told you that you catch more flies with honey than vinegar?
this is a little nostalgic, isn't it? except robin's only ever seen stelle eat dirt after plummeting down from the stratosphere by way of comparison. color her surprised that this girl can actually stick a landing? and keep herself from shredding her beautiful dress to boot?
by the same token, robin is... in her own glittering gown. gaudy, almost, with the puffed, trailing boa of feathers draped along her exposed back. unfortunately i have no picture. no fanart can truly behold the tackiness that is the real punchline of her attire: the fact that she's wearing aviators indoors somehow. )
Is that... really you, Stelle? ( like, that was so suave? are you sure you're the same trailblazer she knows?? why do you sound like boothill, what did you do to him???? ) That was an impressive maneuver you just did but...
I'm afraid your ride might not have made it.
( as she points one fine, gloved finger to the toppled bike behind her... with its wheels still spinning in the air... is that smoke, or are they next to the blackjack tables where patrons are puffing on their cigarettes? )
[He huffs. Rather than sitting down he's now gonna stay flopped over the headrest, watching him, arms crossed so he can rest his chin. Bandit he may be, but Chobe's also a big brother first, so he's got a strong drive to make sure younger subordinates get shit done. Not that he'd call Akira a subordinate--right now he's just along for the ride. A passive hostage, if you will. But even still, he's keeping his good eye on him now.]
But sorry, ain't an ounce of sap in my blood, so yer gonna have to deal. Would love to know what circumstances yer used to wakin' up in if this don't set off alarm bells. I'm givin' ya free advice here--listen to your betters if yer gonna try to make a name for yourself, brat.
[a short laugh at that, and the corners of Akira's lips turn upward into an amused grin. obviously, this is just some weird elaborate dream!1 but he doesn't say that aloud, because that would ruin the immersion, wouldn't it? maybe he isn't yet ready to wake up!!]
[so instead, he merely shrugs, tilting his head towards Chobe as he works, a quiet acknowledgement of the interest]
You've got to be at least Confidant rank 7 for that information.
[he never stops being cheeky, does he. the wires spark in his hands, resistant to his attempts at putting the right ones together, and he draws back with a sharp hiss]
[ mona resumes her seat as ishmael does, her hands coming forward to rest patiently in her lap as she awaits the next toss of the dice. everything has been going well so far, so she's in high hopes that there will be a win coming up within the next handful of rounds. though, maybe it's bad luck to be anticipating a hefty sum of chips; mona is nothing but cautious of the sharp veers fate can take.
when the dice clatters to a still and the result is visible, her cheeks swell. ]
I won't stop you. At the very least, my thighs can be considered a charm point.
[no one said they couldn't knock the entire tower to pieces in a joint effort. no winner. no loser. but it's more fun to make someone lose. whoever built the cards up spent so much time making sure it was perfectly balanced. what an idiot. deliberately building something for the purpose of seeing it get demolished. guess that's part of the game's allure. and the questions.
a peal of laughter displays elongated fangs, reflected in a weird deformed warp in his helm. reminds him of a hyena.]
What do you know? [a dismissive flick sends the card to the "used" pile.] I could've been born this way.
[dropping his elbow to the table, he props one metal-lined jaw on the palm, fingers lazily drumming at his mask.]
Easy there, cutie. Wasn't asking for a full psyche bio. [truth? lie? neither matters. he could be making every word up and there's no way to tell. too much work to bother trusting. but he spills out some interesting drivel regardless.
impossible to tell if his eyes are moving while watching, his helmeted head stone still as xue yang's hand mirrors in its curve. precise with his motions while display neither struggle nor tension. he's used to doing meticulous work. nary a tremble as his card slips free. a single shit of his knee could brought the entire thing down...]
Someone might call it betrayal. I like to call it looking out for me.
[can't betray someone you were never on the side of in the first place. hell whether they think the same. he reaches for the tower again, going for the topmost card like normal. not a very risky player. that or he likes asking questions more. and sliding it off... flick.]
[ each step is small and deliberate enough that even mona doesn't find difficulty swaying in her heels. she even thinks it's pleasant. her memories of dancing have all been instigated by others, such an half-year parties celebrating the success of the steambird, or, more embarrassingly, in inebriated stupor after a few rounds of drinks in the tavern. those instances are celebrations in their own right; sometimes she just barely manages to complete her column piece on time.
mona's expression softens as she looks up at neuvillette. her grip on his waist and hand naturally tighten as she prepares to speak again. ]
Monsieur Neuvillette. [ a small pause, one punctuated with another step. ] You are welcome to my suite and my amenities once you have settled here. I fortunately live in comfort on a higher floor.
[ an eight, to be exact. ]
I had those support me at the start, and I'd like to extend that grace to you.
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