【 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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[normally, his first instinct would've been to try and coax wei wuxian out from under the table but, given the circumstances, he actually prefers crawling underneath the table as well to escape some of the wildness that's going on around them. besides, why wouldn't he join one of his favorite people? that just seems like a no-brainer.
sizhui inclines his head in mock shame, his eyes sinking shut and his hands folding together, though the smile on his face doesn't waver whatsoever.
instead, he restraightens as wei wuxian starts waking up more, his shoulders squaring as he's looked over, an attempt at showing that he's fine, albeit a little stiff from the suit he's currently wearing. hey, at least it's in colors that he likes and it doesn't even clash with the ever-present white ribbon around his forehead. there's certainly nothing wrong with them being attentive with one another, not in sizhui's opinion, not when they're both in this casino where people do only gods know what besides gambling.]
Yes, it was a little strange. Not the strangest place I've woken up before, though.
[lucky for him, he's familiar with what a car is now and has even driven one, but he didn't find it quite as relaxing as his teacher seemed to.]
[ it's in the prompt, so someone has to do it. at the rear of this very nice car, this absolute boat of a luxury vehicle with candy-apple lacquer and rims polished to a downright obnoxious sheen, there is a comparatively modest thump. against the roof of the trunk, from inside. then, another one or two more thumps, before the noise seems to just give up altogether.
well, that's fine. ]
2. party
[ whatever existential crisis might be on nehan's mind, it doesn't show by the time he's at the party—it is a gambling parlor, and who wouldn't put on their very best poker face for the occasion? nevermind the new decor, the new life, the suddenness of it all. he's wearing a nice suit, sitting trimly at one of the game tables, quiet and unobtrusive in the most impassive sense.
things continue to be fine.
a. at house of cards, he taps the corner of a card against the playing table, carefully enough that the delicate lattice of cards doesn't wobble. he passes it to whoever his 'competition' is, his tone falling short of cordial, a sort of neutral curiosity. ]
How about double or nothing? We both answer every card.
[ b. at any of the other games, he watches the roulette spin, and the dice fall. the sound of the casino's chips falling and ding ding dings don't manage to smother out his voice, even if it's low, unimpressed. ]
Is it really gambling if you don't have to put up any stakes...?
[ they get punished for bad luck, but there's not really any antes.
c. and where there's twig, or someone smoking it, or suffering the aftermath, he might show up; unabashedly plucking away a joint, mid-burn or not, or with one already, rolling it unlit between his fingers to loosen the paper. his expression is shut as a garden gate, more thoughtful than emotive. ]
Interesting little party favor.
3. aftercare
[ 168 hours is many hours, and nehan isn't exactly built like a truck, or even one of the fancy sports cars in the garage. just a burned-out minivan of a man. he's exhausted. he's spooning with a random person in an unfamiliar space after an eternity in a noisy casino. he barely startles on waking, seizing in place, but very soon enough—a nice, refreshingly cold water bottle gets pressed to whoever his fortunate nap partner is, flush against their cheek (the face kind, to be clear). the dulcet tones—slightly hoarse, distinctly brusque—of one very tired erune joins along as a freebie.
he is purportedly a doctor. the current prescription is, apparently, 'get out of my bed.' ]
Hey. Get up.
[ good morning, would you care for the Worst Bedside Manner you've ever seen? ]
*. wildcard
[ i'm sorry for how unsexy these are. i love wildcards and adjustments to existing prompts! for anything sfw, you don't need to ask, just go for it. here is some quick info, but feel free to pm me with any questions, etc. ]
[Nearly a whole foot and a half taller than her. A miracle she isn't already crushed. This isn't the first (nor does she expect it to be the last) time she wakes up with someone strange. At least she has enough strength in her to roll him off, but without enhancing her limbs with magecraft there's no way she's getting him out of the bed completely. Instead his weight simply thuds to the space next to her as she blearily attempts to sit up in the bed.]
What the hell is going on...?
[Her mouth feels dry, and her head is pounding. Perhaps if she wasn't so exhausted she'd be more concerned by the comparative giant in the bed next to her.]
( the annoyed expression doesn't linger for long— in fact, the moment he offered to service her, she's all smiles but still clearly perturbed by the overwhelming nature of this place and the lack of something everyone needed.
she turned to face him fully this time, eyes giving him a quick run down before she finally spoke. )
You'd think they would have taken that into consideration, but I suppose we could find out if they at least have sparkling water—
and you can just call me 'Reira', a pleasure to meet you.
( don't mind her holding out her hand delicately, to offer a proper introduction. )
[ she doesn't recognize him— she can't, with his ability in effect. Still, as a person who has very strong feelings (negative) about propriety for propriety's sake, she can't help speaking her mind. ]
You can appreciate the gesture without using them. And if the giver takes offense, then they should've considered a gift you'd actually use.
[Yasha is sitting up in bed when Rude moves around while waking up. She's fiddling with her hair, mostly braiding it up so it doesn't get in the way. She's barely covered up, mostly only by the single, very expensive sheet, that they are sharing. The cart with food is by the bed, but she hasn't touched anything (yet), the coffee is steaming and smelling good, and there are bottles of painkillers on the shelf below (along with complimentary... "entertainment").
Her head turns to the man when she feels him move, her mismatched eyes glancing over him, then turning away, face only lightly flushed.]
[ It doesn’t matter how luxurious the car is: Tharja comes from a world where cars don’t exist period. She’s been on a ship, probably been in a carriage, and even flown as a passenger on a wyvern. But this metal deathtrap?? Unheard of. Metal is for weapons and armor.
Her discomfort is only made worse by how small the car is, too. Because she didn’t get lucky and wake up in a spacious party limo or an SUV. No, no. Tharja is cramped in a two-seater Porsche, with another person, and it’s not even the model with a convertible top that she could tear through.
Tharja huffs a miserable laugh through her nose. ]
A torture device made for two? How efficient. I’d be more impressed if I wasn’t trembling with rage. [ Her voice is deadpan, but Tharja is trembling, and it is with rage.
( it might also be because she’s cold. her robe is made of a fine silk, cool against her bare body, with long sleeves that end in lace and bedazzled detailing, and it’s short. )
After a futile attempt to wrench the side door open again (it’s locked), Tharja shoots a withering look at whoever her unfortunate passenger princess is. ]
What are you waiting for? Help me. Or do you want to die in here?
[ Girl it’s a car stop being so dramatic. ]
DIRTY DICE
[ Well. Tharja isn’t exactly a party type of girl, but after being forced into a dress and being blocked by ghost hands every time she’s tried to leave, she has no choice but to at least wander around the casino.
Just aimlessly wandering gets boring after a while. She can only pass by the buffet table so many times, snipe so many hors d'oeuvres, and try to tuck away into a dark corner before those damned ghost hands shove her back out into the open. She’s observed the games being played and eventually lands at one of the Dirty Dice tables while nursing a glass of champagne.
Dice is fine. She’s played dice with the boys before. Even if these dice are…….. Different. She rolls the dice without any regard to her playing partner. And…
A 7 and a 12.
Fondle nose.
lol. lmao even.
Tharja twiddles her fingers almost menacingly. ]
You heard the dice. Let me fondle: I promise I won’t steal it ~
HOUSE OF CARDS
[ Aside from dice, the cards are the least offensive game being played in the casino. Tharja is good with her hands, has a delicate touch, and truly has nothing to lose. She highly doubts any of the questions will be deep pulls that she wouldn’t be willing to answer - she’s never tried to hide her freak before - and she doesn’t have that many chips in her account to begin with.
Tharja plucks a card away from the house without even a wobble. ]
What’s your worst habit? [ She scoffs. ] I have no bad habits.
Your turn.
AFTERCARE
[ Tharja doesn’t remember drinking that much. In fact, she explicitly remembers being careful about how much she drank in case any of it was poison! Yet, here she is, face down in a pillow with her head pounding something awful. There’s a piercing ringing in her ears, and even her body is sore. When she lifts herself up onto her forearms, it feels like her body is is as heavy as a giant sack of flour.
Her dark hair curtains in front of her face as she rises, both obscuring her features from her surprise bed-mate and making it so she doesn’t notice them either.
After a moment of silence, Tharja’s arms give out and she faceplants back into the safe embrace of the pillow. ]
Not today, Grima...
WILDCARD
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( while reira would feel a bit more ashamed about the state she's currently in, frankly they were both women [or at least she was assuming], and she was far too comfortable now to truly care.
so she immediately plopped herself in one of the chairs near red, her kitten sprawling out onto her lap for a nap in the meantime. )
And I thought I was clueless about the world around me!
( don't mind her, she's not trying to be mean. she just hasn't realized most people weren't from the same world as her. )
But anyways, what's wrong with being silly sometimes? I mean look at where we are. It's the only way to stay sane here.
[ How does he keep getting roped into these games? Easy, he's usually bored and easily distracted, and maybe he's weak to one particular local who keeps batting her lashes at him and always asks pretty please when it comes to (mostly) harmless activities like this. The first time was that game of dice all those months ago and now? It's sort of a regular thing, although for the moment it looks like she's abandoned him all by his lonesome at the table to go fetch a round of drinks and more of those little fancy pastries that he seems to like so much. It's all fine and dandy at any rate because although the side she was at feels cold and empty, his attention winds up traveling to the man looking like a chocobo caught in headlights.
And like the rest of the table, Roche can't help his own curiosity — the barely-there cough and the way the card gets placed face-up has him leaning up and peering over with everyone else, even as he silently answers that whose turn is it by reaching for one of his own. An easy one, just to make things interesting. ]
No shame in that, my friend. Although... I can't imagine you'd have any trouble finding someone if you were looking to change that.
[ Is he offering???? Who knows? Roche doesn't look up as he says it, his attention drifting down to the card in his own hand for a moment. Then, it goes down onto the table: What’s the weirdest food you’ve ever eaten? ]
Deep-fried malboro tentacles. At least if we're talking about food from my home, otherwise... I'd say one of those gaudy burgers they've got over at the Egg — you know, the ones with caviar and gold flakes? Horrible aftertaste, but I'd say it's worth doing at least once simply to say you did it.
(her odder eyes likely standout more, if one would recognize where they might come from. she's silent, of course, at first, sizing the man up with a thought that his demeanor reminds her of someone. except that man never shuts up. she can tolerate his ramblings, regardless, but there were quite a few that found him to be a nuisance in such things. arlecchino is intimidating, which is why it doesn't faze her that admirers and staff scattered at her coming forward. they must have been anxious to avoid her, within good reason.
for a wildcard, she stands out already. drawing in sights that were both curious and obviously frightened by her. her discolored hands keep hold of her glass while raising it in turn; manners are something she knows too well from her time being raised by "mother" prior to her demise. anyone could get themselves in trouble without remembering the golden rules of parties and events.)
I am, yes. Not long ago I awakened and found myself ushered into the party.
(she'll keep her status as a harbinger hidden, for now. figuring out something or other by being cordial would be a necessity. she won't get far without it, and arlecchino is by no means a fool when it comes to foreign places.)
[ as robin would treat anyone without kindness in his heart... it'd be rude to start on the wrong foot with a stranger, right? especially someone as well dressed and frankly, handsome, as getou is. robin really lucked out! but he'll nod politely at the request, rock back into the comfortable couch, tilt his head at the question as he thinks about it himself.
it's the response that makes that smile on his face fade into uncertainty. ]
And what makes people weak?
[ does robin look weak? at least his voice isn't trembling and his posture hasn't changed. he's genuinely curious despite the questioning tone... ]
( equally as sweet and innocent looking as orihime, reira stood before the wheel with eyes as wide as saucers wondering if she really should partake in this game of chance. it didn't escape her that this place was rather hedonistic, and frankly she was very into it [for now]. what she wasn't expecting was to have an audience in the form of a rather shy and young looking girl at her side.
when she asked, reira turned to face her with a curious expression of her own. )
Do you think I should? What if I don't win anything good?
( but before she could contemplate on it further, she was finding her hand already on the handle. with a tight grip she gave another look to the girl before her. )
Well it looks like I'm committed. Want to pull the lever together?
[ the way i almost defaulted to eustace and then decided this would be funnier
furina has, by sheer dumb luck, managed to extricate herself from her own locked vehicle, no thanks to the bumbling valet that first dropped his set of keys into a small crevice then almost accidentally slammed the door right on her foot. she's scurrying for the nearest entrance to the resort when she hears it.
the sound of a dead body.
jk dead bodies don't slam on car trunk doors but the sudden cessation of noise could mean? that whoever's inside?? is dead???
eyes wide, hands clutched tight around her very sparkly blue robe, she inches towards the source of the noise. it does not repeat. Oh No. ]
Um, hello? Is there anyone inside?
[ is she really going to have to report a dead body right after escaping a failed kidnapping??? oh gods, what if she's next? ]
[ This is the first time since arriving here that Hilda can recall having this bad of a hangover. The nature of this place means that she's been subtly cautious about partaking in too much of anything in public but apparently the resort, as it seems want to do, has other plans.
The shock of pink hair beneath the covers and dress hung up with care on the door of the wardrobe are proof that someone is in the room with Aerith. Whether or not the owner of the dress is awake is still up for debate. But it isn't until she's addressed that the pink hair stirs letting out a muffled, somewhat pained groan. ]
Does it have something that will dim the lights so that we don't have to get out of bed? I don't remember them being so bright.
[ Either she's slow on the uptake that she's in bed naked with a stranger or she's used to this by now that it doesn't quite matter. Regardless, there are apparently more pressing matters. ]
Edited (hit send too early :') ) 2025-01-16 19:32 (UTC)
[ As in, she's awake and significantly less naked, idly scrolling through social media on her watch.
They're in her Ace suite, which features Lots of windows and "natural light" (or as natural as the resort can provide). It's simple and clean, lacking fancy ornaments one would see on the Luofu or in such a lavish resort. The bed is spacious and comfy, though. That's a plus. ]
This wasn't how I expected to see any of the Nameless again, but hey.
[ kyros may not be offended, but the same cannot be said for fig himself, who flinches away from the other man's otherwise very helpful and guiding hands, the very same hands that fig stares at now with a look of such disdain, as if they were the ones holding that offensive vegetable and not the attendant several feet away, looking on at them perplexed.
unfortunately for kyros, in the area of effect that is fig's easily-provoked grumpiness, he is the closest and easiest target. ]
You could have tried harder.
[ to be softer, that is. fig's unsettling stare flickers very briefly towards the man's right arm — not enough to be completely accusatory, but just so that the implication is there.
fortunately, fig's attention is as fickle as his mood, and he's turning back towards the attendant who has now stepped closer to continue to try and offer fig his hard won (?) cucumber.
[ what do you mean you don't want to play the "have these gbfs ever even met each other before" game again
anyway, correct, he's dead. furina also gets hit by a car and dies instantly. but no, there is another pregnant pause, and this time a voice responds rather than more ominous thumping. muffled, worldweary. done with the hotel before venturing even a step outside of the car he starts in. ]
[ one would think it should be impossible for fig's mood to turn even fouler, but sylvain happens to find himself in possession of the right sort of je ne sais quoi that would accomplish this very thing.
no, fig obviously does not take kindly to having a hand put over his mouth like that, and so his response is thus: swift, proportionate, and entirely justified.
fortunately for sylvain, fig is without his usual set of sharp teeth and fangs at the moment, but you can't say the man doesn't try his best to make up for these stupid blunt teeth by gnashing them incessantly around that hand until it inevitably pulls itself away. ]
All that tells is me is you're blind, not who you are.
[ fig attempts to sit up a little more on the bed, pulling roughly on whatever meager portion of the blankets sylvain had managed to scrape for himself during the night. ]
Answer quick! Before I bite another part of you that's much softer.
[ it's true but like. you know. he's going to be interested in everything and anything. 🧍
his eyes follows hers and murr sees something in the distance that sparkles. probably just a reflection off of another car? funny because maybe he should be more awestruck by the number of them, in all their shapes and sizes. his curiosity should cause him to go digging into each one.
[Rude opens his mouth to protest, but he also has no recollection of last nights activities. He remembers a party, drinking, maybe some awkward attempts at socializing, more drinking.. Nothing out of the ordinary. The hangover is likely just from getting carried away, he decides eventually, but when he sits up he's reminded of how naked he is. As if to prove that, he pulls down the sheets to verify that his partner is also naked.]
I can't remember anything.
[He doesn't really ask permission as his eyes scan Reno for bruises or bite marks. Even turning him over onto his stomach and brushing his hair to one side. Rude's face heats up in response to the red spots on the back of his partner's neck, one on his hip, and another right under the curve of his ass. Without knowing how he knows, he thinks they were his doing.]
I..need to quit drinking.
[Rude pulls the sheet back up to cover Reno and looks around the room for clues, finding a hot breakfast and hang over package on the bedside table. He would get up to investigate further, but instead lies right back down and covers his face with his forearm, embarrassed that they finally did the thing and he has no idea whether he was any good or not.]
[ and then they both get isekai'd to the world of arknights and end up with oripathy.
maybe that would be preferable to whatever's going on here, because as soon as that voice echoes out from the car, she shrieks in a high pitch, stumbling backwards in alarm. you think she would have expected an answer after being the one to ask and yet.
but, well, good. whoever's inside isn't dead. at least there's that. however, ]
Kidnapper? How dare you imply that I, Furina de Fontaine, would stoop to such lows as to kidnap someone for my own gain!
[ she may be a disgraced fake archon but she still has her dignity!!!!!! ]
How do I know you weren't the one who kidnapped me and that this is all a part of your elaborate ruse?
[ probably because he's locked in a trunk, that's how. ]
[ the first thing fig smells is the sugar. even from the pastries long demolished by the other being in the room with him, the scent lingers on wickedly curling lips, on slender fingertips that look just a little too sharp if your eyes aren't focused enough. it makes fig's stomach curl; he'd never been very particular to sweets, even now with a tongue that can actually appreciate it.
the second thing fig smells is the magic. not an entirely unpleasant smell, though he's lived and died enough times to know that that doesn't really mean much. thick and pungent and a little piquant, his nose wrinkles from the way it lingers and clings. were he not afraid doing so might fully explode his pounding head, he might have tried a sneeze or two to clear it.
warily, he eyes the source of the magic from beneath his blanket haven. ]
...I'll pass.
[ his head feels like someone cleaved it two with the wrong side of a rusty axe, but even then he's still got enough of his wits about him to know that agreeing to that would be the second stupidest thing he's ever done in his all his lives.
(what's the first, you ask? he doesn't actually remember. but there's enough lingering dread from whatever it was that he knows nothing he can ever do in this</> life could ever possibly compare.)
he sits up, pulling on the blankets so that they more or less come up with him in a pretty uncanny imitation of a tent. ]
Where am I? [ a pause. ] Or is getting that answered gonna cost me too?
[Before beginning to play, Tohsaka slips off her long gloves. Peeled off, like molting, she sheds the silk garments. It's not a terribly difficult game, but she still hates to lose. After the gloves are draped over the back of a chair, she returns to the stacked cards and delicately removes one.]
Is that right? Red's my color too.
[One may not know that considering her deep blue dress with black accents, but Rin has actually changed a few times considering the absolute ridiculous length of the party. At least her Rank is enough to warrant the courtesy of a wardrobe change when she asks the staff.
Tohsaka flips the card to read its challenge. She quirks a brow at the text on it before replying. Her blue eyes flicking upward to meet Hawks' half lidded gaze as she replies — hoping that the eye contact may bring into question how much her answer may be skirting the truth without being a lie.]
"What is something your friends would wish you'd stop?" Avoid being direct.
[The fact that anyone is interested in playing with him is a relief. It isn't that he has low self-esteem or finds himself unattractive, it's more an issue of social awkwardness. He's not good at talking to other, particularly not strangers, but that's what drinks are for.]
Is it that obvious that I'm new to.. all of this?
[Rude doesn't specify either since he feels a little out of place in a lot of regards, but the stranger realizes his strategy straight away. He folds his arms as the dice are rolled, leaning forward to peek at them once they stop.]
Kind of you to offer, but I can manage. [Rather than rolling up his pants of his suit, he unbuckles his belt, unzips and pulls them down his thighs and past there gravity pulls them the rest of the way to the ground. He's wearing black underwear and black socks once he steps out of his shoes and pants at the same time.]
It's more practical this way, right? [He looks to the shorter man for approval since he's the experienced one of the two.] What's your name?
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