【 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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[ finding zen amidst the chaos.. but he reaches forward to carefully extract another card, his tough light and gentle. flipping over the card, his face flushes warm. ]
Ah.
[ he turns the face toward troy: What is your favorite sexual position? ]
[ stelle don't talk about things hanging right now..
anyway, he's polite and respectful enough not to ogle her, but even still, he can't help but to catch a glance when he reaches to take the wadded ball of her wet robe into his hands. the water clings to her skin, gently illuminated by the submerged lights, catching in her curves, highlighting the swell of her breasts, making his ears burn hot.
he needs to get it together, they've got to get used to this.
squeezing the excess water from the robe, dan heng turns and shakes it out again, and it's a simple thing to use his cloudhymn energy to draw the moisture out of the fabric, allowing it to fall right back into the hottub again. then, after draping the now dry garment beside his own, dan heng finally steps into the tub. ah.. you can take the vidyadhara away from the water, but you can't take the water away from the vidyadhara. he sinks down beside her with a soft, appreciative sigh. ]
[ She can't help but roll her eyes at his statement, right before fixing him with a Look. ]
I'm hardly little anymore, [ she points out, and the Look gives way to a laugh, a shake of her head. ] And given the kind of place this is, you'd best try to stop thinking of me that way, you know?
[ It'll just make it more difficult for him after all if he can't separate Aerith, the girl for whom he's always looked out, from Aerith, the girl trapped with him in a sex-crazy resort and casino. ]
He is. I dunno where he is right now but— huh. Rufus too?
[ And there's a moment, just a moment, where she allows herself to wonder if any of the others might have shown up too—
Surely, though, he'd have mentioned it. Right?
She shakes the thought off, smiling her amusement at his question. ]
Are you putting those two in the same category? Because I kinda enlisted Rude as a bodyguard in my own mind when we woke up~ [ A laugh. ] Anyway, no creeps, unless you count the place itself. How about you..?
[That feels like a loaded question. A lot of what Rufus says always seems to carry more weight than what's obvious. Rude can't quite pick up on a motive, he's always been a difficult read, like Tseng. Even with the intensity of the eye contact, Rude is clueless about what could be going on in his head. His eyes are so blue. Like ice.]
Because I'm sure you're used to...nicer things. [He sticks with honesty. For better or worse.] Mr. President, please. [Rude only realizes he's teasing him after the selfish part.] I'm sure you would enjoy it in the end. I just don't know what you're used to.
[If this conversation is anything to go by, Rude suspects he likes to get under the skin and into the head of the people he takes to bed, because he's so damn good at it. He leans in close to Rufus' ear to whisper, unsure of who is listening.] I'm sure a time will come where we have to do those things. And I apologize in advance.
Another question, please - for dirty dice, what happens when the rolling player is willing to do the action, but the other player is not willing to receive/have the action done to them?
Zoro is sitting in the room, washed up and lounging in an emerald robe after his prior encounter. The Lovers' Hideway proves to be somewhat of a refuge from the huge crowds; at least here he only needs to deal with one person at a time.
Most of the strangers he's met so far have either been aloof, some level of hostile, or otherwise condescending. There have been a few more pleasant interactions, but Reira is the first to seem so... soft. Zoro doesn't have the vocabulary for a better word. It therefore makes him grin when she assures him she'll be gentle, as he can't imagine she could be anything but.
He doesn't know anything about her, of course. He might be entirely wrong.
But there's nothing that sets off his alarms, and as he takes in her appearance, he can't deny that she's pleasing to the eye. "I haven't felt that lucky since I woke up in a car earlier." He says car like he just learned the word today (which he did). "But yeah. Let's try it out together." Trying to obtain that promised payout with a beautiful girl isn't the worst thing that can happen to him in this place.
His head tilts as he offers her a small smile. "How do you want me?"
[It brings a little bit of a smile to his lips, and warmth to his face, but he does his best to act as though he's not effected by the compliment.]
Thank you, Aerith.
[He watches her check the doors, moving toward the front of the vehicle himself to look through the partition (it's a little bit open) and there doesn't seem to be anyone in the front of the limousine. Rude uses his hands, pausing to note his lack of gloves and mourn their loss before forcing the panels as far apart as they go but there's glass there, and even if he breaks it, he can't fit through the space.
Rude looks at Aerith as she tries another door, frowning.]
Would you believe me if I told you I've been here before? [He shakes his head at himself, then sighs because the nature of the memory makes him want to keep it to himself.]
Maybe it was a dream. But..this place..Tseng told me what it expects from people. [His face heats up in embarrassment the more he gets closer to the point, uncharacteristically avoiding what he's trying to say directly.] It wants to get people together. I think that's why they locked us in here together--in these clothes.
[Hopefully she catches on so he doesn't have to feel vulgar in front of Aerith.]
[He heeds her warning, holding it carefully, not minding that it burns his mouth, maybe partly hoping that all of this is a dream and the pain might help him wake up from it.]
My name? It's Rude.
[Mercedes. He can't place the origin of the name, but nods anyway.] Have you been here very long?
[Strangely enough this puts Rude at ease. Thinking up to this point that Aventurine was simply playing with him to win the game and then be on his way. He takes up the dice, but doesn't roll them yet. Truly, he doesn't really know what the chips are, or if they're even worth a great deal here, but something tells him he shouldn't leave them on the table by not finishing out the game.
So he nods, and rolls the dice, having one or two things in mind that would likely satisfy them both. 3 and 4. Close enough, Rude thinks, taking his time getting to fulfilling the challenge, first sliding a hand into the last bit of clothing Aventurine has on to feel over him as he continues to use his mouth to tease his nipple.]
Tell me about what you did before you ended up here. [Rude is used to background chatter and while he can also appreciate silence from time to time, doesn't trust himself not to get flustered if left fully to his thoughts and the sounds Aventurine makes.]
It's nice to meet you, Marco. [ Her smile is warm as they shake hands, and then she accepts the offer of his support, allowing her to slip easily onto her feet. She wobbles for a moment on her heels—she's still really not used to them—but gathers herself in the next moment, nodding at him—and offering a brief thumbs-up. ]
Uh-huh! No risk of floating off! Buut... I think maybe I'll put that champagne aside in favor of some water, too, just to play it safe.
[ She laughs again, shaking her head. ]
May I ask how long you've been here? It seems it's different for everyone.
That is up to you, the players! And ICly, the characters playing. The game managers will not interfere and the game itself has no consequences for either side turning down an action. Guidance is only to reach four completed actions.
[ She smiles at the stranger, although compared to her usual brightness, there's a certain strain to the expression. At any other time, she might cheerfully compliment Hilda on the beautiful color of her hair, but as it stands right now her thoughts are on other things entirely—
Namely, the same thing which Hilda asks about in the next moment.
After a moment, though, Aerith is forced to shake her head. ]
There was a party, and there was that horrid dress, and there was champagne. Honestly, I don't think I even drank enough to feel as bad as I do now, you know? But... well, since I arrived here yesterday, it seems to have been one thing after another with this place, so maybe this is just how things go here.
[ She offers the other an apologetic wince of a smile. ]
How about you? Any memories that could help us out?
[ Oh, but he does so know how to speak to her. It may not be her usual sort of cause, but the way he frames it almost as a challenge is enough to immediately have her blood pumping with adrenaline. And he's right—if they were to succeed, the stories would make Moze turn the proverbial green of envy, knowing not into where they sneaked, but that they were able to do so.
She hums in thought, a low sound meant for his sharp ears alone. ]
Of course, one can assume the high-ranked players of the game have more knowledge than we do, in this moment. It might also make for good intelligence.
[ Anyone else, if they were to overhear, might think that she, an arbiter-general and therefore surely a woman of wisdom, is considering the logistic benefits of his plan... but there's no doubt that Jiaoqiu himself knows her too well to be fooled by the detached, thoughtful tone in her voice and the way it barely conceals the brash eagerness to leap headfirst into a challenge. ]
Alright, we do this together. What plans have you made so far, doctor?
[ Anyone not accustomed to Stelle might have found themselves experiencing naught but whiplash and confusion from the way the young Trailblazer jumps from accusation to asking for assistance in catching a thief, with some sort of story about peacocks and lacking rooms in the middle. But Feixiao has spent time with this young woman, and—
Actually, no, scratch that. Feixiao is just as confused as anyone else might be. ]
Slow down, Stelle, [ she says, and there's an amused smile on her lips at her own expense—it's something of an irony, the Merlin's Claw of the Xianzhou Yaoqing asking somebody to "slow down", even if it's entirely necessary in this case. ] You're chasing a thief?
[ She dusts her hands together, moving toward the car door. If they catch this thief, perhaps they can figure out what's going on with their mutually-odd state of dress. ]
[ Another non-human then? It shouldn't really be a surprise at this point, all sorts seem to end up here after all. ]
That seems like a very useful thing to have in this place. I'm afraid I haven't been so fortunate in the past.
[ Understatement of the year. Even if the results hadn't been unpleasant exactly... She looks contemplative for a moment, as if thinking something over before speaking again. ]
...Well, if you really do insist the chocolate is safe then perhaps I'll take you up on your offer if it still stands?
Truthfully I've been avoiding a lot of the food so I'm rather famished.
[It's a dog-eat-dog world, so they say. Anyway, Yu has to vocally dismiss the Persona --"Barong, no. That's enough."-- because even though it is the Goodest Boy, it really wasn't his plan to bite Fidelio?? Promise. Like, in any other context, it might be funny. But.]
I didn't-- [Wait.] "Archetype." What do you mean?
[How is that what he latches onto?? Maybe it's because Fidelio doesn't seem terribly surprised about the sudden monster appearance. If he even has a name for it, is it something he's seen before? (Like Kazuya's demons, maybe?)]
[Scott stops midbite when Akira admits to summoning soul demons. The mutant curiously tilts his head at him, unseen eyes blinking before his glasses, but the long pause might give that sort of impression anyway. At least it's clear that he's definitely not alarmed hearing about this, Scott pretty much accepting Akira's comment without question.]
Huh. [Maybe a little like Kazuya? Although, he's an actual demon... but then there's Yu, who summoned that one dude back when they were stuck in the elevator. He wonders if any of that is similar at all. Is this a Japanese thing or what?? It's almost starting to feel that way.]
Could you show me? I think I've seen something like that before in this casino.
[Scott's always here to talk about powers because he's interested. Even if Akira isn't a mutant, at least he's... weird in his own way. It means something when there's no other mutants around.]
[To his credit, surprise only lasts for a second in his fac ase he floats off the ground as well. Look, this-- like, speaking of things being shaken up, Yu's never really...flown? floated? levitated?? before, and it's not like there's a "how to float" book just hanging around, so it hasn't been part of any one of his very nerdy library excursions.
Logically, he thinks maybe it's like floating in water...?? So he tries to sort of balance himself, and it ends up looking a bit like he's sitting in a chair. It's weird. Speaking of weird -- a smile curves in his expression as he watches Akira float the way he is. He seems almost at home.]
Every few months, I think, [but he sounds a little distracted by all of the everything, so the answer is a bit vague.] Sometimes it's things like this, with new people. Sometimes the resort will change peoples' ranks, move them around, things like that.
First my name, now you want to know more about me? ( spoken in a bit of a comedic tone... likely to mask something else underneath it all that aventurine knows is the discomfort of getting close to people, but it's not so uncomfortable, this time. yet old habits die hard.
he'll push up his hips first, to make it easier for rude. making conversation while his chest is being played with is an experience for sure, but not one aventurine hates in the least. he'll comply, of course, amidst slow exhales. )
Hm~ I work at the IPC, ( work, not worked, because their leash is still very much around his neck no matter how long he has been away from it. ) the Interastral Peace Corporation. I'm a senior manager in their Strategic Investment department. Not anything so interesting.
( the interesting part is unspoken, the fact he's part of an elite team of its own that works for the head of his department that have their own particular agenda. but that much is still a secret he's not so willing to give out so freely. )
You? ( aventurine shifts here a little, trying to chase after more of that touch on his chest. ) I can't be the only one talking about myself.
Nothing or no one is normal about this place, Alice thinks, and that's strangely what makes it so familiar to her. Instability is a common theme in the overarching motif of her life, and the consistency in which it shows up could easily be praised—if mental fracture is a secret admirer's kind of thing.
So, a woman who is also some kind of wolf hybrid? Piece of cake for her, truly. Not even enough to make her hesitate. In actuality, it only causes her head to tilt for a second as she considers Texas' likeness to Cheshire. As far as she knows, wolves descend entirely from dogs and not felines, but both of them possess a self-assuredness that Alice always secretly resents. Texas' stoic energy doesn’t make her uncomfortable, but it does make her slide into herself a little more, cautious about coming on too strong.
Alice listens to her speak as she chews around her scone, lathering cream and jam like she hasn’t eaten in days. Before she'd arrived at this place, that was very much the case. After a week of indulging her hedonistic desires, however, Alice finds it easier to forget the barren life she had been plucked from and fall deeper into the game. It isn’t the first time she’s played it, in a sense. This is just yet another version of Wonderland to her: strange and wonderful all at the same time.
“Oh, wait...” Alice’s eyebrows furrow as she registers the implication that this is only her first time experiencing the Golden Peacock. “You’re not new like me?” It hasn’t dawned on Alice yet that this place isn’t necessarily meant to be the glorious reality they make it out to be. She’s still sipping drinks from the mirage water.
She reaches for some juice to wet her mouth, striking eyes studying Texas from her perch across the table. She’s suddenly parched, but it’s her unmet curiosities on the tip of her tongue that cause it and not so much the consistent use it’s seen over the last 168 hours. “How... how long have you been here?” Alice asks with a twang of empathy to her tone, but it conceals a concern that the woman wouldn’t still be here if she had the choice.
“Tell me about home,” she continues as she seeks out the perfectly fluffy eggs and smoky, salty bacon waiting for her next to Texas. In an attempt to show warmth, she offers her companion another piece of bacon, but holds it in a way that suggests she doesn’t intend to let it go. “Want a bite?”
[ Silence stretches as those amber eyes staaaaare at the other man. Then, his head vanishes as he leans back into the limo to try and shake the wheel and stop the alarm. No go. Quincy grunts, head pounding from the incessant noise, and sticks his other (naked!!!) leg out of the vehicle.
His head peeks out again to return to staring. This time, his brow is furrowed with irritation. The fabric of his robe is draped across his lap, offering the barest modesty while the rest of him is as naked as he was the day he was born. Broad shoulders, chest, and thick thighs all aim directly in the other man’s direction as he grouses: ]
Come here and fix it.
[ His gaze flicks down below Jae Ha’s beltline… but he doesn’t say anything, only continuing to stare daggers with expectation. ]
Hopping on someone's lap so liberally was a small gamble, but one he knew would be received well given the other man's flirtatious attitude. Kabru kind of likes this, being pressed up against a large and muscular body. The other man was so warm too. With how casual they were about intimacy, he does wonder where this night might take them. There's a satisfied hum when those hands settle around his waist, and with how skinny he's become from his expeditions in the dungeon, Beowulf will feel how slim he is beneath the white suit the house has put him in. Those hands might even be able to encircle his waist completely. ]
Should I leave them where people can see? [ Leaning in, he presses their lips together, sucking at Beowulf's lower lips before moving down his jaw. He could complete the action right away, but Kabru likes to take his time. ]
Then everyone can know what we did together. [ they didn't do anything tho ... he's just teasing ]
Oh, you're pretty new here, huh? [ Xue Yang shrugs and makes his own gesture. ] The ones you usually see in this room aren't... [ He trails off for a moment, searching for the right word as his grin fades a little. ] people. Sure they aren't ghosts, but they might as well be. Anyone still sane spends any busy nights fucking to try to get out of here. I'd bet all my chips that it's staying in here too long that makes you really wind up brainless just like the rest of them.
[ What "too long" is he can't say for certain, but Xue Yang has never bumped into someone in this area who could hold a conversation beyond the proclivities of the hotel, outside of the times when there's something new happening. Best he can tell, this casino is a holding area where the hotel waits for those who've degraded to reach some specific point, even maybe to outright die.
The jostling catches his eye, but when that fails to make the stack fall, he looks back to his opponent. Studies him, because he's surprised to hear that there's such a thing as a covering that removes the ability to feel hot and cold completely. That "boring" question suddenly became a lot less so. ]
Yeah? Nothing at all, huh?
Hot makes you feel like there's too much. Anything you got on? Too much clothing. You wanna take it off, then take more off even when there isn't more. Peel off your skin so you can cool down. That sorta thing. Cold's like the opposite. More and more clothes, and you want to stick more onto yourself to warm up.
His complete lack of concern when snatching the 5 of hearts card simultaneously causes Alice to flinch and her eyes to widen in awe. If she was at all competitive, then she might feel some relief at his display, but instead it sets her on edge just a bit, curious about whether statistics suggest that he is about to lose or—in contrast—that personal experience suggests the universe hates Alice and the house will come crumbling down on her next attempt.
It draws an uneasy but amused laugh out of her regardless, as does his barrage of follow-up questions that she doesn’t expect but thoroughly appreciates being asked. "Sea shanties are whimsical, so I like them," she validates with a courteous nod. "But I love the piano. Chopin is legendary." Alice scrunches her nose as she realizes he likely has no idea who or what she’s talking about. "He’s an up-and-coming composer." The feeling is peculiarly familiar, she privately notes to herself.
The question he chooses takes Alice back, as well, but she straightens up with further curiosity when his answer isn’t demented. Alice prefers to say she’s cautious, skeptical, or careful before she admits she’s shy, but the reality is that she struggles with confident initiation, and those things are easier to swallow than the negative connotation that comes with being timid.
"I agree with you," she says as her arms lift to cross over her chest, as if subconsciously putting space between her and this concept of killing for gain. "I... well, it’d be nice if there was no killing at all." Her mind drifts suddenly, and Alice’s heart races as she hurries to keep it present. "What’s your better reason, though?"
When it’s her turn, she takes some illicit advice from Luffy and yoinks a card from the house without thinking about the logistics first. It turns out Alice has more precise reflexes than she thought, but that isn’t surprising to anyone except her. She consistently undermines her own abilities in comparison to those around her, an additional unsavory side effect of survivor’s guilt. She lets out a little incredulous laugh before she flips the card to read the question.
What’s the most number of times you’ve masturbated in one day? "Bloody hell."
There's no mistaking that face. Zoro does, in fact, recognize who he's talking to, but he has bigger problems right now than Buggy's reservations.
"I don't want to kiss your elbow, but I need more chips. And do you see my swords anywhere!?" No really, did Buggy see them anywhere? Zoro is growing steadily more concerned the longer he goes without them. They're irreplaceable, after all.
He fixes a stare at the clown, then reaches over to turn one of the dice from 3 to 6.
Slap Elbow.
"How's that?" He begins flexing his fingers like he's getting ready to slap him regardless of his reponse.
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