【 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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It was. Though, the day I awoke was tumultuous already. I had not been given time at all to prepare myself.
[ she recalls it now, the embarrassing memory of finding herself tricked by a magical leash and collar, one that snagged her by the neck and demanded another guest be her 'master'. it wouldn't release either of them unless a condition was met—a sexual act of sorts, befitting of the environment she'd found herself in. mona has not stumbled across another bewitched item since, but it made a large impression.
you mustn't put your trust in the features here. the house will use anything to encourage salacious behavior. ]
Be wary of anything charmed, [ she warns, nose wrinkling in displeasure. ] They will influence you regardless of your reservations.
[ another two feathers are removed, and then mona sets the comb onto the bed. her hair, long and spilling down her back and shoulders in rivulets, is no longer is disarray. now, she can finally take a long-earned sip of tea to help alleviate her migraine. ]
I am certain you've read about it, but there is also the matter of your suit. Should you avoid any relations at all, it will take it upon itself to correct that.
[The joke is!!! Kazuya and Akira were friends!!! Which means they're still friends, and he's welcome to absolutely flop on his very comfortable couch and become a greedy cat. Kazuya moves to the kitchen momentarily, to grab a snack for his guest.
He'll toss him a chocolate granola bar that he's lifted from one of the shops downstairs in the galleria, aiming for it to land on his stomach.]
Anyway, welcome to the Golden Peacock. You escaped once, so here's hoping you manage to do it again. Hopefully this time you stick around long enough to tell us how you did it.
one that she thinks she recognizes, anyway. she's had invisible hands pushing at her in the casino and the other parts of this grand hotel and even the brute force of their interloping couldn't possibly compare to this subtle gravity, the way that the silence is almost companionable... until it isn't.
something in the tone of his voice sets her at ease, and although robin has made it a point not to look anyone in the eye in case she gets recognized — force of habit, really, when universal fame won't look too kindly on a young star in this kind of setting (she doesn't have an onlyf*ns page unless sparkle had set one up in that odd interim) — it really is much too easy to tip her face up at this stranger to regard him properly. )
I've only started today, sir.
( "more natural."
she doesn't tell him, the natural thing to do here isn't something that either one of them seems naturally inclined to do at all. how odd for a man of his standing to have the kind of currency in spades to gamble it all in the games that she's seen so far, and still seem so withdrawn... all observations that she never voices out loud. ) It's why my wings are so small, you see.
( like a private joke, her back straightening to flex her stationary wings, her face scrunching up with the kind of expression that sunday must've seen somewhere else, in another time, on a small stage that he'd decorated himself with paper cut-outs, fresh paint, and table cloth. )
Do you think... if I'm really good and earn my keep...
Perhaps I'll get even bigger ones, and I'll be able to fly out of here?
Edited (was this edit necessary........... no) 2025-01-23 07:01 (UTC)
[Even if he hadn't spent the night drinking, the familiar face sharing the bed with Dan Heng is far from an early riser. Jing Yuan fights waking up, gathering the vidyadhara's abandoned blankets and curling further into them.
He's just as naked, but aside from likely a brief flash of his thick, soft cock flops over his pale thighs as he rolls over, once he's curled up the most visible parts of the Arbiter General are his bare feet sticking out the bottom and the fluffed mane of white hair sticking from the top.
The immortal draws in a deep, sleepy sigh, one hand freed to flop across Dan Heng's lap, fingers curling loosely over his hip.]
Edited (wow it posted before i changed the title) 2025-01-23 07:06 (UTC)
[While Xiao Xingchen was more than willing to let the other man eat the food, it wouldn't make much sense to turn him down now, especially since:]
Well... I suppose I am a bit hungry.
[He reaches out, his fingers bumping into the bowl before tracing the surface to the bottom of it. When he feels the weight of it in his hand, he takes it carefully towards himself, his thumb lightly knocking into the spoon handle in the soup. Holding it in both hands, he turns towards the other man to give a soft smile.]
Thank you.
[The other man's manner certainly helps to put him more at ease. He doesn't sound familiar, however, and Xiao Xingchen can't gather if he's new to this place or not.
Taking the spoon, he's about to have some of the congee. Though he's scarcely taken a sip of it before he has to get to the embarrassing question of why he's actually here.]
Well, this sort of thing happens rather often here. But, um... I don't suppose you know where we are, right now?
More like you're the one who should get neutered around here.
[ damn. she keeps up the scowl for a moment before letting it go with a defeated sigh. ]
Well, I guess I'll figure something out in the meantime. Thanks for helping me look for it though -- if you can even call it that. But I appreciate it all the same.
[ general your bobbies... !! and your cock help - 😳
dan heng's eyes fly wide, and he immediately averts his eyes, though it's only a moment later that jing yuan rolls over, curling himself into a blanket burrito - oh, it's a bit cute that he's so tall that his feet and hair stick out though.. anyway, a strong arm drapes over his lap, and dan heng feels his face flush warm. jing yuan is very attractive, all right, and he's also very warm..
[ well, this prompt is tame enough. no room for petty revenge here. ishmael is going to get right into it, placing her hand on mona's thigh and gently sliding her fingers up and down, her palm coarse and rough to the touch. ]
[ by rights, arlecchino is more suited to these things than clorinde is. she's been roped into many a ball and party, of course—the curse of being a title bearer—but she's always felt out of place. she isn't gifted in the art of doublespeak like wriothesley, nor is she as vivacious and chatty as navia; even arlecchino herself commands attention that is both intimidating and captivating in equal measure, otherworldly and mysterious. clorinde has always been content to observe, yet her time in the resort has only served to force her hand time and again.
arlecchino sweeps her hair to the side to reveal the slender column of her throat, the sharp jawline and cheekbone; the delicate curve of her ear. clorinde leans over, lifting a hand to frame arlecchino's jaw with a light touch while her other rests on the other woman's knee. to anyone else, it'd look as if she were telling her a secret, the brush of her lips against her earlobe hidden by the fall of her hair. ]
Nothing is ever as it seems, [ she murmurs, nipping at arlecchino's earlobe lightly. ] And they're always watching.
[ no king please don't stop. her own hair can't wash by itself, you know. but ishmael being able to lug her wet mane's hair around like it's nothing is testament to her own strength, just shrugging off his praise before dipping both her arms back into the water. why he's thanking her for doing her utmost job of killing people for a living is beyond her, but she's rolling with it for now. ]
Mhm. Everything here is... pretty new to me. Like the sex part, like I just mentioned.
[ she huddles her knees close to her chest, her expression somber. ]
Can't help but feel a little lost, but. Don't we all?
[ except for this guy here, apparently. he fits like a glove. ]
(to say that she might even thrive in the resort is something, arlecchino of all people who hardly seems the type. but she is good at adjusting, at adapting to her environment. as someone that often reaches deep in many subjects as a reason to study, learn more about a variety of things, it's only fitting. she stands out in her intimidation and her mysteries. attractive, yet with that sense of danger that would never leave her. a wicked woman, a lone devil. however, she was often of the thought that sitting out of the crowd suits herself perfect. observing others while also enjoying quiet fit for herself. taking time off the stage as others step on board before her.
whatever happens, she will be fine. the knave knows that while those bottomless eyes fall on clorinde in her silence. the touch to her jaw, her knee as warm heat radiates from her strongly. not from her vision and from something more while she hums in approval. a soft sigh at the nip of clorinde's teeth being featherlight. that did catch her attention, was she meaning the house? arlecchino could presume that, from her questions being brushed aside, outside what information she can obtain.)
Hmm, our mysterious "captors" are interesting.... (a whisper, low and deep. almost like purring from that look in her eye, how the red crosses almost glow.) Though I suppose I shouldn't expect otherwise, I had thought they must be. It seemed too convenient to only strip us of our weapons and visions alone.
[ well she'd sure like to see w's attempt at being good, if it includes sticking a bomb in lappland's mouth even if it was a dud. and even if it really turned her on. ... on second thought maybe she was being good after all.
anyway she'd sure felt how tight w was on her tongue and she could sure speculate how even much tighter her other hole might be but, not to worry, she'd go gentle! maybe. just maybe, if w might bite her tongue and ask her to slow down even with a big strap. or maybe crying would turn her on too much, because of course it would, begging and crying could do so much to gain favor with an unhinged beast. ]
Use your words, cogliona. [ her voice a casual snarl as she secures w's tail in her grip, letting the spines of it pierce into her fist, coiling it in her grasp as if it were a leash. ] You sure were demanding that I beg for you after you marched me here like some prisoner. Not that I didn't like it! Isn't it nice to just submit to your better, just like this~
[ maybe she does have an ego, on occasion. or maybe she has a bit of an upper hand after scraping the knife rather more ruthlessly in w's pussy than w did to her, though she'd treated her to that choking. she grinds hard and deliberate to w's cunt, rubbing her clit straight to... ah, she could sure fantasize of either w wetting her at least one more new and novel way in the future, or honestly she'd be far more inclined to do just that to her. she's a wolf after all. a lone wolf with no real territory, but just maybe she'd want to signal dominance and lift her leg over a devil.
one more pinch, then her fingers go to slide against w's mouth, try to pry it open to take ahold of her tongue, her claws near threaten to pierce. she moves w further to the ground, practically in missionary with her firmly on top, a growl in her throat. a mating position if she might get her hands on a cock to fuck with, or even if she doesn't. she likes to fuck either way but, ]
Let me guess, you're a size queen. You're the one who first brought up finding a big, girthy, massive... you want a nice fat wolf dick in you from me, volete questo dall'umile e dignitoso me. Say you do, say 'please knot me signora Lappland' and we'll spin that wheel for it.
But in the meantime you'll have to cum on me like this first. [ with every wet and filthy thrust of her hips to push their clits together, or rather as she tries to fuck hers into w's hole as best she can. she'll mate women just as dirty as she can. ]
Information, perhaps resources as a case by case situation if it's needed with additional help. Intimacy will be off the table as my preferences are not in men.
(that's likely more a relief, arlecchino isn't lying. her preferences is and always would be in women, but she saw it best to clarify first. any physical aid, such tending to injuries, would be fine (though the knave doubts anything violent may happen) for the sake of preventing anything purely foolish happening. arlecchino is not a fool to consider that emotions can run high in an environment such as this, and that there are plenty of people that might push beyond their limitations. which means ensuring that they have some manner of failsafe in more desperate times is helpful.
making a deal with the devil in a not-so-pale suit would be dangerous, but not as dangerous as it could be, knowing they are equals here. their titles are meaningless, and any crimes arlecchino performs would need to be judged another time. this being if neuvillette notices that she did anything as per her own usual.)
Obviously I will offer to not perform any misdeeds as collateral without your permission were they to lean more towards....extremes, to put it lightly.
(specifically, murder. they both know she's too willing to do that, even if the people that died by arlecchino's hand were often corrupt.)
[ There ... appear to be monsters at the table, and nobody seems to be bothered by this. Who let this half man, half lion, half ... bird-like being with the three eyes into the casino? Kabru's knowledge of monsters is quite limited, but if he had to guess, this person was either a chimera like Falin, or a ...demon? Either way, with everything that Kabru has gone through, it's only natural that his emotions will run high at the sight of a monster. He hates them. More than anything in the world. He knows the horrid things they are capable of. Will this being be the same? J can talk, so that's different, but that doesn't make him any less dangerous. ]
[ He can feel his fight or flight response threatening to kick in, but beyond that flicker of uncertainty, Kabru hides his feelings beneath a smile, keen to assess the situation first. ]
That's so harsh. Please go easy on me ... [ He doesn't have his sword or daggers on him, but he did swipe one of the forks from the dining tables. It probably won't protect him very well, but it's something.
The dice lands on 'BITE LIPS'. That's right, they're playing a game of skinship right now, so he'll have to do this with a monster. What happens if he tries to stop the game? He will probably be penalised and he doesn't want that either.
Well, here goes. He shifts closer to the demon. ]
If you don't like it gentle, then shall I be rough?
[ sometimes a continent can be considered as a city in other worlds. details, details. but they aren't here for geography, are they? no, they're doing truth and... more truth, and when matoba answers with his peculiar eyesight, ishmael can't help but take a closer look by leaning in a bit closer. she's entirely human with no special abilities (that aren't connected to her absent manager anyway), so she can't surmise any kind of energy coming from his eye, but --
well, she is always curious. the guy seems very composed for someone who's so casual about sharing his sex life just now, and she wonders if she's going to end up just like that the more she stays here. hmm. ]
Er, that's impressive and all, but why even cover it in the first place? Is it sensitive to other things that aren't just light?
[ because he mentioned impressions and shadows and all. ]
[When his back hits the mattress he chuckles, his hands moving to rest on her thighs, squeezing affectionately. He groans softly when she rolls her hips, unable to stop himself from not so subtly pushing his own up to meet that friction.
Without the sheet in the way he rocks his hips up, biting his lower lip to slide his cock back and forth along her center. Rude can feel his heart beating loudly in his chest every time she moves, equally as fixated on the movements of her body as the expression on her face.]
[ to be fair, none of them were living in a world where they'd ever consider fucking each other. then again, ishmael doesn't really see herself fucking around with the other sinners either. she's too much of a hater, and apparently people still think that she's still attached to queequeg and the people who'd left her behind at sea.
which isn't really false. ishmael won't be able to forget queequeg anytime soon, even with the loss of her headband. after all, her own hair is enough to serve as a reminder of what she should be doing right now instead of feeling sorry for herself like heathcliff here. doesn't help the fact that heath is almost as built as queequeg and have half as much scars as she did, but...
she puts her mug of coffee back on the table, and just... nudges his shoulder with hers, like she's helping him snap out of his melancholy somehow. ]
Aren't I what? Out with it. This isn't like you, Heathcliff. It's just me.
[ just ishmael, the woman who he can't help but raise his voice and fists at in every opportunity. he shouldn't let their state of undress stop him from doing just that. ]
[ meanwhile, ishmael's always played the part of the prey despite her bluster. from being emotionally manipulated by her captain to being a cog in the machine in a city that runs on literal human suffering, ishmael never gets a true break. even in this supposed resort she has to continue keeping her guard up in the midst of all the debauchery.
and yet, when texas pulls away, she can see how red ishmael is in the face, almost matching the redness in her sunset hair, and the way she continues panting like she just ran a marathon. with the way her heart's been beating the entire time, she might as well be. ]
I-I'm fine. Thanks.
[ she clears her throat, opens her eyes to meet texas's. ]
[Her nose wrinkled at. Deceive them? Why were they so strict about this?]
I wouldn't say I'm desperate, though I am...deeply confused by their insistence on me staying here. [She turned to follow him but left his arm hanging. Naoto was used to being the one who offered her arm.
She huffed.]
Unless it indicates their security is lax in other areas.
[Keeping everyone in one place did make it easier to hide any weak spots...]
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