【 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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▶ 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!
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Looks to me like there's a lot to do. [he lifts a hand and contemptuously flings it back in gesture to a sprawling casino behind them, full of games, drinks, food, people, and more. And he's only been in this room. even more out the doors, they say.] Guessing people stop thinking with their brains after a while, huh.
[tone of voice dipping to something curious as much as insulting. idiots are useful. oh? he's going for the top card. seems the game's off for now in exchange for playing question answer. nice. he'd have lost his patience for keeping the house up sooner or later. brand new and all, he has nothing to lose for seeing it crumble. one by one, disassembling it.]
Ha ha ha! And I thought I kept drawing the sucky ones. [slam! he deliberately drops his arm back on the table. jostling the cards with a jump. for a few seconds, they wobble, but hold. make it more interesting. watching the man's elation turn to frustration over his query is fun. maybe he should let him go again...]
Dunno actually. All I ever experienced was dry and monotonous. By the time I left, I couldn't feel a thing. [indicating himself with a few taps to the sinew-like suit constricting every inch of his body.]
What's it like? Hot or cold. [that's the question on the card, isn't it.]
[ she deliberates her choices with pursed lips. the more sensible part of her knows better than to engage in deals without proper documentation. knowing the fine print, as it were. but could there be anything this man threw at her that would be worse than what that party and those games are requiring of her? she's willing to make her own gamble, and say not likely. ]
Fine. [ she is well aware she's the sucker in this equation, but in the moment she feels she'll do just about anything to grant herself even just a moment's worth of reprieve. ] It's a deal. [ she gives his arm a brief squeeze in lieu of a proper handshake; it would probably look too suspicious if they parted just to shake hands. ] Now get me out of here.
Yeah, I'm a King rank here, so I basically get catered to night and day by all the staff and guests. It might not be the same for you if you get a low rank.
[Just so he knows there's still classism in effect.]
[what Akira is learning now is that it pays to have friends in high places. better to not be in those high places himself, though]
Frankly, I'm not expecting much. [far too used to society kicking him around like dirt] Yusuke— oh, a good friend of mine, I don't know if you've met him— said something about fighting in the basements, though. That sounds fun.
[ he is, at the very least, an enthusiastic one. truthfully, she could have fared worse, couldn't she? she doesn't have so much of an ego that winding up naked in bed with someone who outright found her revolting would have crushed her, but it certainly doesn't hurt any that this man seems more than happy to please her as she likes. not to mention, he isn't exactly hard on the eyes or anything.
she settles down atop the fluffed-up pillows with general ease, the only sound to escape her being a soft sigh that works to rid her of any lingering stress or anxiety. already, her body thanks her for settling back down on the mattress, and even as she parts her thighs for a man she'd only just met, she can feel some of that tension start to ebb away from between her shoulderblades. whatever happens, whatever happened, at least she'll get a little fun out of it.
she had only just begun to close her eyes when she hears him speak up again, tone oddly shy for someone who'd been boasting and preening just seconds prior. she lifts her head back up, peering down between her thighs. ]
Angelika.
[ call her old fashioned, but it feels oddly sentimental to ask for names in what is otherwise just a simple tryst. she can't help but view him in a slightly different light now, and — despite herself — she feels a little softer towards him for it.
quietly, she lifts a hand to trace down the back of one of his hands, easily spanning across her thigh even though that's one of the parts of her body that holds much of her extra weight. ]
[He'll take Akira's quiet acknowledgement for what it is. Scott can at least tell he's not being mocking or facetious about this and that he's probably dealt with a lot of his own crap back home. He's a little curious, but he's a little busy bringing his breakfast tray onto his lap in order to start shoving some eggs into his mouth. What's the point of having breakfast in bed if he's not eating said breakfast!! Sue him, he's hungry.
The one-word question gets Scott to look back at Akira though, some leftover egg on his lips and oh, right, he probably should explain that a little.]
Yeah. Mutants. [......] The sunglasses in bed isn't just a fashion statement.
[No apology emerges for sleeping so soundly away; that he couldn't help. He accepts the blame because he already has so much blame to take.
His eyes drift to the magazine J showcases for him. He does not believe in heaven, but even so, this is not a paradise, he decides. But had his own paradise not had shards of lust and love amidst the conglomerate of endless thoughts? Where is the line between debauchery and loving intimacy? Love should be pure, shouldn't it? Pure and as simple as possible. Unconditional.]
Both.
[It didn't matter what answer J gave him, neither would clarify much of where he had found himself.
Truly, if it hadn't been for the usual Zaunite, or even a mutated former man, Viktor would have been more shocked once J stood up inside the car. There isn't any way to describe it except hulking, and even without seeing J at full stature, he knows this bastard is tall. That's okay. The size doesn't scare him actually.
They accept anyone into their grace no matter physicality.
What surprises him more maybe, or deceives him more, is the extension of kindness. He tries to slot J into an area of compassion unfitting of the distant aura in which the manufactured arcane in him is reacting. Something like uncanny valley. It isn't right.
His long fingers capped in gold metal pull the edge of the blanket around his shoulders. There is a wide, gnarled spot across his upper chest, darker than the rest of the indigo, some crude version of crater turned scar that's now easier to see in better detail up close. The purple, iridescent lines embedded in his flesh all over pulse every so often, faintly, filled with an enigmatic power maybe familiar to J. Something neither good nor evil, but divine nonetheless.]
Thank you.
[But talking of outside makes his head turn, and he peers out the heavily tinted windows to what might exist outside. He's not sure what he expects to see - a recognizable, churning void smattered with nebulae and stars; a rolling plane of golden sunshine, and green grass, and cloudy sky; a treacherous mountain of clay, and brimstone, and fire. Absolutely nothing. The absence of everything, people, light, sound.
Instead, it's a concrete jungle interwoven with many other vehicles like the one he's trapped in with J, and that confuses him more.]
So you've been here long enough to know what it's like outside.
[His head slowly turns back to J, his eyes lifting to search J's face.]
Hello! New arrivals are given a small stipend (around $250 USD) to start them off. They certainly could be left with a negative balance if Lady Luck isn’t kind to them in the casino!
But yes, I used to be a rank 3, but rank 2's have it the absolute worst. There's monster bugs down there, and ones that will happily bite and take your arm off. Everyone in the basement is basically the last ones to get taken care of in an emergency.
[he does not mean that self-deprecatingly. rather, he just knows he would prefer to be on the front lines to help, if something were to go wrong]
[and at the mention of Yusuke, he brightens, something sickeningly fond crossing his features. it's not lovesickness, but he is not hiding how important the other thief is to him]
And he's one of my absolute best friends. He helped me out in more ways than I can put into words back home.
[ He has, surprisingly, struck gold. Relief etches itself between Genya’s brows when the man is direct about not wanting anything untoward. That’s a load off of his shoulders. ]
That’s fine with me. I don’t… like to do that without knowing someone. [ after a stiff nod, he scans the area before offering his hand outward for the other man to take. ] Take my hand, come with me.
[ Dominance without the expectation of putting anything into holes is easy for him, especially with another guy. He waits until the other complies before closing warm, scarred fingers and shooting the staff member watching them a pointed look. See! We’re doing it! Go away!! ]
What’s your name?
[ Taking the lead, as his role demands, he’ll lead the other man toward one of the private bedrooms for privacy sake. Even if he has no plans for anything untoward he dislikes all of the eyes of the main gathering room. ]
[Tohsaka herself has been in an out of... many outfits by this point. Either by spending too many hours in a dress that she asked for the staff to bring her a wardrobe change, or because some exuberant party-goer had the great idea to spill their champagne on her.
At this point she has lost count of the fancy gowns and sparkling jewelry that has been placed upon her skin only to be swapped out hours down the line. For now she wears a red cocktail dress. As the hours drone on the staff is hoping she'll be more loose, more lucky, with her fellow guests - which is why she's lacking tights.]
I think I was given a dud.
[Ace of Clubs results in a 1 - Submissive. Never before has her suit betrayed her so. Typically when it flares she doesn't notice much. Paranoia and obsession are just facets of herself. Yet this feels like true betrayal. Whether it's because it speaks to the truth or is a bold lie is anyone's guess.]
[ fair accusation barbed beneath the command, but he doubts sharing the reason for the indecision comes from a gut-deep pity would be particularly welcome, nor does he feel keen to reveal the kindred. it's abating the more time he spends in this presence, anyway. ]
[ once alone in the bed, Getou throws himself diagonally over it, hair flipping over the pillow Vanitas had barely managed to use, arms lifted above his head to fiddle with his watch, at half-attention; he seems to be using it as an excuse to mull over his answer once again. ]
I followed you, [ a confession made without eye contact, a stillness that's controlled deception. his blunt nail clicks on the watch's surface, and he wrestles with the old liquored dryness on his tongue. ] You were the most interesting thing in the room.
[ It isn’t like he’s totally wrong… the atmosphere does give brothel. Genya can only lament quietly that it might be better if this place were only a brothel, because they don’t make you play weird games or trap you inside those. Not that he ever spent time inside one back home, but everyone understood that most of those establishments had a level of discretion. Here? Nothing is discreet.
Like the ringing sound of someone’s ass getting slapped and more cheering. Genya looks back at Reki, facing that accusatory stare with a few beads of cold sweat prickling along his spine. ]
Uh…
[ Don’t look at him like that with those moe anime boy eyes!!!! In fact, don’t look at him directly when asking that kind of question at all!? Despite being checked in for a year, Genya’s thuggish face colors delicately like a school girl’s when asked if she’s yet to have her first kiss. His gaze slides away, a little bashful. ]
I—I’ve been here a long time! The stupid thing acts up if I don’t for a while…
[ The “stupid thing” being the demanding Hearts suit that darkens the longer he goes without “playing”. He scowls and looks back, though the scary face may lack oomph while he’s still maidenly blushing. ]
[Diseased rats. Holy shit, is this how this guy views people that are weaker than him? Something in Scott rises, a certain righteous anger that he really hasn't felt since coming to this place, at least, not in this manner. He's been annoyed and pissy about the ranking system of this casino, but this is the first time he's heard someone talk about something that sounds like the bullshit that Erik used to say. Or Apocalypse.
It hits just a little closer to home.
It's the sheer fact that Geto doesn't sound pompous or defensive that Scott doesn't immediately get on his case, though his frown deepens as he looks at the exhausted teen that acted so polite earlier.]
Sorry, I don't commend mass genocide. [....] People shouldn't die just because they don't have powers-- besides, that doesn't make them weak. Who gets to make that decision anyway?
[ long and fine, her fingers are pale and dainty against his: sun-baked, weapon-callused, break-knuckled. the squeeze is meant a comfort, his other hand resting politely on her shoulder, stalwart where she seems unsteady. he makes up the better part of a foot towering over her, and he serves as broad-shouldered blockade between her and other onlookers, allowing her something like privacy in the moment. ]
Good girl. [ a hapless grin, he gives his head a tug back towards the front of the casino, indicating out a path. ] The bathroom with the best lighting isn't far off. Can you walk?
[ overtly, he's only offering an arm to keep her company, but — ]
I can carry you, if you just want to get there... and then, you can sing for us all. [ fair trade. ]
Come off it, woman. You ain't. I ain't. Blimey. I ain't your first choice in all of this, is all. 'S obvious, innit?
[ Although if Heathcliff had to ask the same question of himself, which one of my coworkers would I recreationally fuck given a relatively high stakes situation, Heathcliff would be hard pressed to come up with an answer himself. He's attached to his coworkers, sure, but when half of them would kill you as soon as look at you and the others are frankly off, it becomes less of a matter of taste and more of survival. Rodya would be the most pleasant about it, maybe, but even she comes with her risks. ]
Imagine if I, what? Tossed you down right now. Tell me that you wouldn't knock my block clean off my shoulders. I ain't bothered about it, it's just what you do.
[far too many masks exist in his world and mind for him to consider anyone wearing their true character. only a few exist without such a concealment, and most of those aren't even aware of their naked heart. an easy way to tell actually. this guy's kindness... he can sense genuine feeling, albeit with undercurrents making it hard to trust.
he followed him? someone has time on his hands. sarcasm contracts his lungs and he lifts his arms in a haphazard shrug.]
How flattering. Your life must really suck if I'm the interesting one.
[a man covered in darkness and masked manages to steal the attention of this guy amid a feasting of glamorous faces and perfect smiles, each one having the time of their lives out there among wealth. sounds like he has some abnormal focuses. dropping his arms, he turns his back to the wall and props himself to it, a dark shadow cutting into light.]
So what now? Gonna tell me what you want or do I gotta start guessing?
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