【 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.
▶ Current characters may top level on the TDM. Any current characters posting to the TDM should note they are current in their subject header.
▶ The top level directory is for new characters only. We want to make sure new characters are prioritized and receive attention! If you would be interested in a game invitation, you can note that in your comment header. This month we also have an ongoing ATP / EMP where players can connect. Please feel free to utilize this for all of your peafowl needs!
▶ If you aren't satisfied with these prompts, please feel free to check out our LOCATIONS to explore more of the resort!
▶ 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!
▶ We ask you to kindly add content warnings to your threads as appropriate.
▶ If you do not currently have permissions and kinks listed in your character’s journal we suggest leaving a note in your top level of any limits or boundaries for other players to reference.
[ wouldn't worry about that part, her ass. still, if he's not yet hard, that means she's not yet trying hard enough. not sure if she should be relieved or angry about it -- or even both. she may be eye-catching due to her absurdly long and thick hair and freckles, but appearances mean jack shit in this game. well, unless if she's unique enough to have caught the attention of long-time guests of this resort to play with a newcomer like her, but that's beside the point.
but he's right, the dice roll is another conundrum, and she doesn't even have to look at his face to know that he's grinning widely right now. instead she's glaring at the set of dice like ??? how does one even fondle a nipple? wouldn't breasts make more sense? but then again, this entire game makes no sense at all, does it?
the time ticks, and charlie is waiting. ishmael pulls her hand away from his thigh and unbuttons one more button, revealing her black lace bra. ]
Meanwhile, you're all but raring to go, aren't you?
[ she pulls down one cup, revealing an already pert nipple. despite her aloof attitude, a nice pink flush has bloomed across her chest and collarbone, almost betraying her own feelings on the matter. ]
Like everything's part of your plan.
[ she's bluffing, obviously, but she's got to vent somehow when the odds are very much against her at the moment. ]
[. . . oh! snacks!! Kazuya's aim is good; the granola lands right on Akira's stomach. he snatches it up in one smooth motion, pushing himself into a seated position and scooting over so there's room on the couch for his gracious host to sit down, too. he can be generous!!]
[as he fiddles with the packaging, his mouth curves into a sharp grin. it glimmers a bit like a knife, something darker and more dangerous settling in his eyes. he is still forming his own opinions on this place, but. . . there is one thing he knows for certain]
This time. . . [gestures with his half-opened granola bar as he leans back, one arm propped against the arm rest] I'll rob this place blind before I go.
[ Said as Kazuya plunks down into a chair opposite Akira. He doubt that'll be the case, but he'll still hope regardless. ]
I don't personally plan on leaving unless the people I know can get home too. I've made my own promises here, after all. Still, definitely raise a little hell. I won't get in your way.
Normally? Buggy is eager to play these stupid games and feed his greed, maybe work his way up in this hellhole until he can figure out a way home. Normally, Buggy is all charming grins and jokes and flirty attempts at swaying people into what they need to do.
But the green hair gives him a pause.
"Give you my what?!" His head whips around, pigtails swaying with the gesture as his eyes narrow on the swordsman. Did he not realize who he was talking to? He hasn't forgotten Zoro trying to toss his head overboard on the Going Merry!
(surely this game can't progress any worse than teeth marks in a breast and fingers in a mouth, can it? she would hope not, but the resort often has it out for anyone trying to be "normal" at any rate. the redness and panting isn't helping those instincts of hers by much from what texas is seeing. no, bad. doesn't stop that spade mark of hers from burning under her left glove in mockery (the wolf has quite a bratty one to deal with) at their current predicament. now the outcome was heading towards what would happen first. do they finish this without losing their sanity, or would it turn into a quiet departure to sneak off into the lounge?
she can't answer that, she has no means of reading the future. a part of her did hope that it wasn't about to turn into kicking up the heat more....it can't get any worse than the biting and fingers in mouth, can it?
....who is she kidding, she knows it will.)
Maybe we should start hoping it's not about to land on something more obscene.
Truth be told, Zoro has never seen cards set up this way, nor has he ever heard of this game. Everything he knows about it, he's learning right now. He notices the way Weiss moves away after her turn and realizes she's doing it so as not to cause any accidents. Smart. Yeah, he's gonna copy that.
Zoro is used to overly excitable people thanks to his captain, so he listens politely as she works through her answer. He's usually good at being stoic, but an amused snort escapes him after hearing her conclusion. "You're an evil mastermind," he remarks, so deadpan that one might not be sure if he's being sarcastic. "Did she notice you stiffed her?"
He waits until she responds to take his turn, more out of an abundance of caution than anything else. He's worried he'll fuck up the cards if he's talking carelessly too close to the fragile structure. It's the kind of thing he'd do.
There's a small frown on his brow the next time he approaches the house. He isn't exactly a master strategist; more of a hammer, plowing through things with brute force. Only two cards down and this whole house looks like it could collapse, so he stares at it for a few seconds to identify any cards that might not be load bearing. Or whatever the right term for it is.
He's holding his breath as he pulls out another one of the top cards. He doesn't know how, but the whole thing doesn't come crashing down. He takes a few steps back from the table, staring at the card for a second before reading it out loud. "What do you miss the most in the world right now?" He barely has to think about it before answering: "My swords." Then he's sitting again, waiting unobtrusively for Weiss to take her next turn.
[causing trouble, getting into trouble. . . he truly has no idea what he is in for, but that doesn't stop him from wanting to cause a ruckus]
[either way, he falls silent for a bit as he gnaws on his granola bar, speaking again only when he's halfway through his snack. his tone is perfectly even, with all of his humor draining away as he nudges the conversation towards more somber topics]
Zoro doesn't startle easily, but for a half-second he's absolutely shocked to hear his name in this strange new place. He would think he's under attack if he doesn't also recognize that very distinctive bellow, nevermind the unmistakeable vice grip of a signature Luffy hug, complete with the threat of suffocation. "Luffy," he says, cheeks red and flustered from some of the attention they're drawing - he'd wanted to be incognito, or at least as incognito as he could be while silently picking randos to interrogate.
This is better, though. Luffy's here, and maybe he has some intel. Zoro clears his throat, straightening out his suit, briefly distracted by seeing his captain in something besides his usual casual attire. "I can't believe you're here, too. I thought I was the only one..." He shakes his head, briefly glancing at the buffet tables all around. "You've been eating here? And you've been fine?" His eyes narrow suspiciously. This is the guy who downed a whole pot of blue, poisoned soup, after all. He's not sure he can trust his judgement about food safety.
Zoro looks surprised at the mention of their chef. "Sanji's here, too?" That's good. Very good. Not that he loves the guy, but the presence of another ally gives them a better chance of escaping. He takes Luffy by the elbow and guides him into (what he thinks is) a secluded corner so as not to be overheard. "What is this place, do you know? Who brought us here?"
[He rolls up the sleeve of his shirt, holding out his wrist for the other to see the black crown outlining a spades symbol. The spade symbol itself is a little dark, but nothing too worrisome.]
My suit is spades, so there's usually some darker aspect to my nature that shows up when it darkens completely.
[Akira's own features grow stony as his gaze sweeps across the marking. for a moment, he is silent. . . until he places the half-eaten granola aside and reaches out to take Kazuya's hand in his own, drawing the other's wrist nearer so he can get a better look at the symbol]
Well, for me it's usually in relation to my demonic nature. The urge to hurt people and take what I want from them. I can end up more overconfident, arrogant... Very possessive of things and people I might consider "mine", if that makes sense.
[He doesn't like it. Would prefer to not have to deal with it, but that's not really going to happen anymore, is it? So long as he has this mark, and is in this place, Kazuya will be subject and beholden to it's whims.
So the best he can do is try not to let it darken too much.]
Other suits have different effects. Hearts seems to make people more emotional, diamonds seem to act on more physical desires. Clubs is mental, things like that.
[ Mitsuru is no stranger to this game although she had somehow managed avoiding being dragged into it the first time it had featured at a casino party. Not so lucky this time around. The staff seem particularly "enthusiastic" about roping people into these games this evening and before she'd known what was happening she had found herself seated at one of the tables.
And not alone for very long it seems.
The Queen of Hearts doesn't recognise the person who is promptly seated opposite her... Someone new to the place probably. Although he seems remarkably calm about this. Practically jovial in fact.
She sighs. It's testament to how long she's been here that she isn't immediately mortified at having to explain the rules. Just mildly embarrassed... ]
We are expected to take turns rolling the dice. We must then complete the action the word on each dice creates. [ No, she is absolutely not giving an example. He'll figure it out pretty quick. ]
The player who rolls the prompt does have the option of turning it down. However the first player to complete four actions wins the game.
[ She smiles. ] Mmhm~! [ And then, as she watches him just stay there for a moment until he clears his throat, she laughs, as brief a sound as it is warm, lit with a gentle amusement. She may not have quite the sixth sense that she often seems to have back home, but she does understand feelings, and the slight hesitance is written all over him. ] Good different, Rude. I like it.
[ With that said, she shuffles over to investigate more of the space. She has no reason not to trust him—after all, he's always kept her safe before, in his own way—and if anything, she feels safer with him by her side. She may not have a pole or a chair in hand to fight with, but all his needs are his fists. ]
Then—Should we try and see what's outside?
[ Maybe not, when they're both so flimsily dressed, but as far as she's concerned, they don't seem to have a lot of options right now. She reaches for the door handle and—
frowns as it fails to give under her touch. ]
That's strange...
[ A jiggle, and another, slightly firmer than the first. Then, frowning, she looks up at Rude. ]
[ The party is lavish and exciting. Even though he didn't plan on being at the party to begin with, Seimei has always been the type to make the best out of any situation. But they've all been partying for hours past what is reasonable, and he finally pulls away from the action and slips quietly to a table, catching sight of the lump under it as he approaches.
A corpse? Surely not.
The onmyouji crouches down, considering the unconscious man for a bit before he produces a fork from his sleeve (just where did he get that?) and reaches out to poke Wei Wuxian in the side with it. He keeps poking until he gets a response, getting firmer if he doesn't get a reaction right away. ]
Ah, don't give up just yet! I don't want you to get lose forever in this place without your last rites. You might become a magical servant or forgotten soul.
[There's a small shiver that goes up his spine as Akira's thumb brushes against the mark, but he opts to ignore it instead, for now.]
Not that often. Usually only if the resort itself decides to mess with me, otherwise I'm pretty good at keeping up on things here. I have a few agreements with people, which helps.
[that will have to do, for now. but it's comforting to know that there are ways to keep things in check, and that at least one person here has figured things out for himself. Akira may be taking notes]
It's so over-the-top, though. I suppose I can't speak for anyone but myself, but it really doesn't take all of these theatrical incentives to get two people in bed together.
You obviously don't remember it, but back when everyone was still new, there was some kind of... event thing, where everyone ended up with animal traits and highly affected by the diamond suit. Theatrical doesn't really seem to cut it to the lengths they're willing to go.
[Not his proudest moment texting Akira with 🐺♥🦊, honestly.]
[ She tilts her head, a finger tapping against her jaw as she listens to him, a soft hum on her lips. A day or so, but where they're from... cursed into compliance... Her lips purse as she recalls a conversation had earlier over food, and she sighs out a long exhale. ]
You might be right. An acquaintance from home warned me that many of the foods here are laced with aphrodisiac drugs... maybe something like that is at play here too?
[ She's less sure how it would work with a riding crop and a timer on this strange watch, but...
She shakes her head, and offers the stranger a smile. ]
Are you intending to play too? [ It's something of an invitation, isn't it. ]
[ There are all sorts of naught games and opulent treats at the party, but Seimei simply hates to be summoned. Even in the grand days of Heian-Kyo, he had gotten a reputation of being that stubborn, uncanny thing, that near-beast that only the Mikado could convince to work his magic. And only barely. So out of sheer intractability he mostly avoids the fanfare and games that cause too much fuss, keeping to himself and picking out people to bother on his own terms.
He's drinking tea at a spot to the side of the palanquin's path when the crowd makes its way through, reserved and tidy as if he truly doesn't belong. Always just because he can. The chosen king is swatting off his admirers with a golden fan from the seat, brushing away their cries for attention, and soaking up their desperation with a petty satisfaction that gives the whole display a certain familiar energy. It causes a single word to bubble up in the fox's mind as the King calls out to him.
Mononoke.
Seimei looks over the rim of his tea cup, sipping quietly almost as if he can't hear the young man through the pleading of his followers. Then he lowers the drink and smiles brightly at him, calling back with a soft tone that somehow seems to carry itself over the throngs like a small bird, bringing the words straight to Getou's ears. ]
Oh? Is the great lord offering a reward? But you'll have to be more specific about your offer if you want my assistance, I'm afraid. My wares are quite expensive, Young Master.
Deadpan or not, Weiss takes it as a compliment. So much so that if she were a cat, she'd be preening right about now, puffing her chest as if she's just licked her fur clean and is presenting herself to praise and pets.
"Why, thank you!" She even feels good enough to relax a little and lower her guard, crossing her legs and all. "She didn't notice it at all, but I'm pretty sure her taste buds are all damaged from all the sugar she eats." While she's happy to talk more about how silly her friends can be, she also understands that they're playing a game. She gestures back to the stack of cards at their centre so that her playmate can get back to it. This time around, she watches his every move, eyes focused on his hand and how it affects the tower before them.
"You can get it back," she says as she shifts in her seat before getting back up. "Your swords, I mean. Or you can find other ones here, depending on your rank."
It's only the second card for her, but it's a lot more challenging now that it's her turn again. It's a card by the edge that she takes yet, and for the brief moment after she does? The remaining cards begin to wobble, coming to a stop a second or two after. Weiss' heart might have stopped for a minute there, and wide blue eyes that make her look like she's about to pass out seek Zoro's. No, she doesn't say anything as she backs away, but he can probably tell that she's freaking out internally. It's only once she's seated again that her attention shifts to the card.
"If you were a sex toy, what would you be?" It is a question that she reads aloud with full confidence, until she realises what the heck that question even was. It's too late when she does. "Wait- what kind of stupid question is this?!"
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