【 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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▶ 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.
[ Why the fuck do people here keep picking him up. Does nobody here have a normal sense of personal space and boundaries. And while Fuuta usually has a smart comment or two to make whenever someone decides to just pick him up like a bag of groceries -- it comes with so little warning this time, and Midnight executes the motion with such unnatural ease that all Fuuta can do is give a startled yelp as he's hefted up and placed down on the table.
Bad enough! Worse: the way he can feel a flush of heat -- embarrassed? flustered? both? -- rising in the pit of his stomach as he looks up at Midnight from where he's laid out on the table. Worst: his face reddens further, traces of it reaching his ears, when he hears what Midnight is saying. ]
'Darling?!' [ No, more importantly, the other thing -- ] And why should I -- ?!
[ He doesn't finish that sentence. In part because he doesn't know exactly how to. But also in part because they're starting to draw a small crowd of curious onlookers, people no doubt drawn to this new arrangement they're in, and Fuuta's gaze skitters towards them before he looks back up at Midnight with teeth clenched and breaths coming in hard huffs. Fuck. The last thing he wants to do is back of now, like some sort of weakling, in front of a crowd. So --
he abruptly reaches up to grab at the neck of Midnight's shirt, yanking to bring him closer. It lets him speak with his voice kept at a lower growl, mostly kept between the two of them: ] I'll do it myself. But I'm not undressing fully. You just need the clothes out of the way, and you can't say I'm throwing the round.
[ Accompanied by a hard glower before he lets go so he can fumble with his belt and the front of his suit pants. The sound of someone in the crowd wolf-whistling earns a frustrated grunt before he pulls his knees up, bracing his feet against the edge of the table so he can scoot the back hem of his pants and underwear just down past his ass. Offering just barely enough room for the prompt, but showing as little as possible. ]
[ well, he's got a point. her adaptability and quick thinking did help her stay alive, long enough to end up in a place like this. wild how her compass has lead her here, and it makes her think that maybe there's a reason why she of all people arrived here.
she blinks at him stripping off his shirt, a slight flush blooming on her cheeks as she scoots forward a little so that he can sit down behind her. the tub is big enough for two, as if it serves another purpose that isn't just bathing, but she's just going to ignore than and revel how... comforting it is to have someone at very close proximity like this. so comfortable, that she can't help but lean back against him. ]
Mm. Keep doing that. [ the scalp massage felt really nice. it's always the little things in life for her. ]
[Only today. The shadow shows on his face briefly, there and gone again as light might pass over a surface of glass — refractions scattered, rainbow-colored, some slight fluctuation in the guise of Harmony that masks his true appearance from the woman's eyes. It makes sense, then, why she would shrink into this corner at his side, choosing what would seem the least threatening individual out of a crowd of self-indulgent elite. It doesn't make him feel any better to hear it.
To Sunday's eyes, her wings aren't so small, though they've seen better days: tattered fabric and cheap plastic, strung to the wire that holds their shape. Fake. Such a poor imitation there's no way to deny its reality.
If they were in Penacony, would she have real wings? Softly feathered, slender, pale... like his sister's.]
I'm afraid I don't know the rules of this world, or how exactly they would honor your loyalty if you do well. [It's painful to say these words. He regrets them almost as soon as they're out of his mouth.] ... But, if I were you, I wouldn't give up.
[His sister never had, no matter the obstacles she faced. She flew further and further away.]
Stay here as long as you'd like. I am... also new, so I don't have any expectations. How long until your shift ends?
[He makes a sound, maybe a word but it's pretty inaudible. Rude stays close to Reno, feeling comfortable and warm, not planning on going anywhere any time soon.]
No..
[Rude responds on the verge of sleep, his arm trapping Reno against him just before he actually dozes off.]
[ Mayou replied, blinking out of her listless stare at the casino doors in time to watch Naoto get the dodgeball treatment from the assistant at the rack. It wasn't really her business how Naoto chose to deal with the woes of their shared fashion captivity, but nevertheless... sometimes, a little unsolicited advice could be helpful. ]
You really don't need to enable their bad behavior with this stuff, you know. [ The hedge witch's eyes slid lazily from Naoto's armful of mystery clothes to the staff member already poised with more additions in hand, a wintry smile curling her lips. ] Especially if they're not even trying to do a good job in the first place.
[ That was about as close to a 'get your shit together, idiot' censure as Mayou was willing to give on behalf of a total stranger. ]
[Come to him? There's a sinking moment of uncertainty in his stomach, like a heavy stone.
Then movement is a blur below, gold eyes tracing it, following the man's path where he darts gracefully through the room — possessed of sudden strength and dexterity enough to use the pillar as a launching point, propelled into the air — and coming at Sunday fast. He has little time to brace himself for the collision, so he is surprised to find it doesn't hurt, solid arms forming a warm cradle around his body. Lighter will discover that his weight is negligible at first, seeming hollow-boned in the same avian way as the feathers beside his ears, but this is only the nature of the champagne he drank, and as they return to the earth he regains his own solidity.
And it is perhaps the most physical contact he's shared with a soul in the resort so far — Sunday has ducked his head down, wings blocking his face from view, hating the attention pointed in their direction. His voice is quiet, a little tight.]
Please put me down.
[Everyone is looking at Lighter like "that guy is definitely getting laid"... meanwhile, Sunday wants to die.]
[there is, however, a brief pause before his reply as a sense of familiarity niggles at the back crevices of his brain cells. has. . . he seen that face before. . .? it's awfully familiar, but he can't quite place it. someone who has been on TV, perhaps?]
[. . . or someone he has met before, in a place far, far from here?]
[. . .]
[a tiny shake of his head, and he dispels those thoughts like ashes in the wind]
( how...confusing, to say the least. he's had to grapple with missing memories of his own but never anything as widespread as difference between the memories of multiple people. but then again, wriotheley had mentioned something along the lines of not being entirely present during the final days of the prophecy in fontaine, so there's clearly some greater power at play here.
even more to think about during his time here. )
I see.
( his voice is grave, sobered by the talk of conflict. he doesn't see, not quite yet, but the cogs in his head are turning. not unlike the gears of all the clockwork meka that patrol the streets of fontaine. )
I am glad to hear that you are still in possession of your life. I only hope that you and your allies and your nation find the peace you are so ardently fighting for.
( in this, he is sincere. but enough about that. )
But since you are here, what do you enjoy best about this place?
[ Kabru lands nimbly on his feet, taking a step back to give the other man some space. ]
Kabru. I feel the same. The bar is right there, shall we go?
[ He doesn't have much in the way of gold in this place but he managed to earn a bit playing games before and he absolutely will spend it if it means getting to know someone new. ]
Zoro is amused by the way Weiss so earnestly responds. "Huh. So you were being helpful." That tells him a little more about her, though he doesn't know if the information will ever come in handy. "So much for evil mastermind." His voice is politely teasing, the way one might sound while exploring boundaries with a stranger.
His gaze sharpens when she casually introduces the notion of recovering his swords. He straightens up more, looking at her urgently. "How?" He handwaves the idea of finding other ones. "I need mine back. They're important to me. Do you know where they keep them?" He'll insist on answers now that she's let slip she may have this information.
Once he's satisfied with her intel, he can focus back on the game. A loud bark of laughter escapes him at the confident way she reads her next question. "It's kind of an embarrassing one to answer, huh." No, he's not trying to shame her into refusing to answer. That would mean he'd win right away. And that would be dastardly.
[If Kabru is scared of the dark, he'll shine a flashlight with his dazzling aura! As for that second bit, though...]
Well, I can't say this has ever happened. The food and drink has gotten spiked before, but it's usually a different kind of "help" people need. I can explain if you don't already know, but it's rather shocking and horrible, so we might want to wait until your feet are back on the ground first.
[His smile fades as he relays this, though his embrace doesn't yield.]
[ A beastkin. They don't come by too often around here and he doesn't think he's ever met one back home (at his canon point). She's human-looking enough that it doesn't make him immediately consider her a threat, but just as he is curious about people, he's also naturally cautious about them. ]
It's a game to get to know one another. If you lie, I wouldn't know at all, but wouldn't it be more fun to share your feelings about this person with someone else?
[How petulant. Miko chuckles like she finds these protests cute - and in truth, she does. There's something endearing about a girl who pouts at things not going to her particular plan.]
Really? I think I'm looking at something quite beautiful. [Easier for her to say, maybe, as the one who isn't clutching an unexpected role in her hand, but she has no qualms stating what she likes about it. In this endless party, especially, she's enjoying any time the celebration takes an unexpected turn.]
Chin up. [She punctuates her words with a gesture to match, dragging the narrow edge of her card along under the girl's throat and chin to lift it. The cardstock might as well be the point of a knife given the precision with which she drags it.] You may find your fortunes reversed in the future.
[She is acutely aware of the entrapments of gambling, promising the gem of "next time" always a few inches in the distance. It doesn't make her immune to indulging in the temptation. She pauses as the card ends its slow, encouraging drag, letting it linger there with gentle pressure before finally withdrawing it.]
I don't just tell people my name just because they asked. But it's Troy if you really want to know.
[ Troy retorts, taking the covers off of himself and thankfully sees himself wearing sweatpants like he does when he sleeps sometimes. So he must have been taken from his home while he's asleep. Troy sits up by the edge of the bed, rolling his shoulders with his broad back facing this stranger. He stands up, intent on studying this place they're in, still unaware this is Weiss' room. ]
My headband. It's made out of rope. Two white ribbons on each side.
[ it sounds cute when she describes it like that, but it's not like she's embarrassed by it anyway. there are more important things to focus on than what other people think about her.
she pulls her head out of the car and goes around to the trunk. ]
Go open this one, please. I'm serious when I say I'll be checking every car in this vicinity.
[ He teases, feeling comfortable enough to do so. He pauses, giving Dan Heng some time to mentally prepare, because Troy doesn't restrain his honesty one bit: ]
I like carrying my partners, pinning them against the wall or glass window. I like having them really close to me, in positions where I can kiss them or whisper onto their ear.
[ He gauges Dan Heng's reaction, pausing for a moment ]</small
[ A headband? Troy feels his brows crumple and rise. Luckily, he isn't a judgemental person, so whatever this headband is, Troy doesn't wonder why it would be so important to this stranger. So he just complies, pushing the button on the driver's seat door to pop the trunk open. ]
See anything?
[ He's actually curious if there's anything in the trunk space of these cars. He's not holding his hopes up. ]
Since I feel like I can't stop you. Mind if I ask why you're so adamant in finding this headband?
In contrast, Alice is still delusionally and willfully ignorant of the reality that this game was far more like a test than anything else. That's because she doesn't think it is reality, though. She slips into a slumber and wakes up in another world far too often not to assume this whole thing is a hallucination meant to distract her from her otherwise pitifully depressing life. The 1830s in London as a poor, orphaned, insane young woman isn't exactly luxurious.
It's hard to resist the pull of letting go when Alice is sure none of it is actually happening, anyway. There still remains a sliver of doubt, but she pushes it aside for alcohol, food, sex, and a drug that is apparently meant to keep her "awake" for days. If this is a dream, then she needs that to ensure it doesn't end, otherwise convinced she'll be back in her grungy flat as soon as her head hits the pillow.
There are plenty of ways to keep herself preoccupied in that time, one of which seems more like playful fun than anything too committal. She finds herself across from a familiar face, too, which feels like undeserved good fortune.
"As you wish," she tells him with an expression that is both amused and irked by his roll, her nose scrunching in playful disdain as she offers up her elbow for a kiss. It's lightheartedness is relieving, actually, and Alice feels herself relax despite that sliver of doubt that says this whole performance is just waiting for her guard to come down.
She rolls her dice as he finishes, eager to get through all four of her rounds with similarly light interactions. Wouldn't that be nice? Nah, says the dice.
Suck lips. Alice swallows her bubbling embarrassment to gently demand he close his eyes first. "This is technically our first kiss," she explains as she waits for him to consent and obey, and then steps forward until she's close enough to feel his body radiate warmly between them. She studies his face for a private moment while she's unperceived, her head tilted back at an angle due to her height, before her hands lift to gently press her fingers into either side of his jaw and she lifts herself onto her toes.
It allows her to close the gap and kiss him with intention, almost immediately wrapping both of her lips around his bottom one to suck it into her mouth and against her waiting tongue. She gives the same treatment to his upper lip a slow few seconds later, her body naturally swaying into his torso now, before she ends the encounter, goal achieved.
As she steps back, her grin is shy and proud all at the same time. "Not bad for a first time?"
[ Troy asks, feeling that should have been obvious from where he's lying down on. He just sighs, turning slightly to his side and gets comfortable on his very narrow spot on the bed. His own bed in this sprawling gaudy hotel. ]
I'm not about to take orders from someone I don't know. But if I'm right, what are you gonna do?
"Huh." A grin spreads over Zoro's features as he gets another good look at Shanks, bemused at the coincidence. "Small world." Given his prior occupation, he doesn't exactly get giddy the way Luffy does when he meets an infamous pirate. But it's cool, running into the man that inspired Luffy's dream. After all, the Straw Hat Pirates wouldn't exist if it hadn't been for the original man with the straw hat.
"Yeah. Roronoa Zoro." He nods curtly, briefly wondering if Shanks might recognize his name as a bounty hunter. But he won't introduce himself that way, instead adding: "I'm Luffy's First Mate." He pauses. "Which basically just means I keep him out of trouble." A boldfaced fib; it's Nami that's saddled with that challenging task.
After the shock of meeting someone from their world (nevermind waking up in his bed) has worn off, Zoro's mind shifts back to his other concern. "What did you mean, this is your room? Are you staying here on purpose?" The possibility hasn't occurred to him; he'd assumed everyone was some sort of captive, and that perhaps those that seemed content enough have simply succumbed to Stockholm Syndrome.
[ But something about how this kid says that gives Wade reason to pause. He glances at him again, his brown eyes fixing on the opaque, red lenses of his glasses for a moment like it's tugging at him. He frowns, then squints more carefully at him. ]
No fucking way.
[ There's no way. Wade squares his shoulders to scrutinize him, realizing more and more that this kid really does resemble one of the most iconic of X-Men. ]
What do they call you, kid?
[ Don't be Scott, don't be Scott, don't be fucking Scott Summers -- ]
[ the person coming up to karna is... actually floating in the air. the skirt of her white gown billows around her as she bobs along to the invisible current; from his angle, she probably looks like an oddly shaped cloud. ]
That's fine! [ she waves a hand as she calls down to him, smiling a little sheepishly. ] If you don't mind, maybe you could help me down?
( Convinced that she'd wake up in her bed back at home, Alice has been avoiding the demand of sleep for the better half of the week. A few nights of puffing on Twig had her own mind splitting with an ache, which ultimately was what forced her to crash in the end. She can't say she feels like a million bucks when she wakes up, but she's also never owned that much money, so who was to say it didn't feel like being stomped on by a pair of horses.
She wasn't sure if she was happy to still be here or not. It meant this wasn't a dream, didn't it? She was certain she had no idea who she was with, either, or why the pair of them had woken up side-by-side in the same bed. But unlike her counterpart, uncomfortable next to her, Alice couldn't protest. He's handsome, she thinks, rubbing the sleep out of her eyes as she adjusts onto her side to face him. )
There's a package on the table... I saw it earlier, I think it'll help.
( She lifts herself onto her palm, the other lifting to secure the covers over her chest- Oh, she's nude. That's not usually how sleep goes for her. Her cheeks darken in color at the implication, before she's manoeuvring off of the bed, sheet haphazardly wrapped around her tiny frame. Alice waddles to the aforementioned kit, retrieves it, and then returns with an unsexy flop back onto the mattress where she perches herself to start digging through the supplies. )
They really think of everything here, don't they? ... Ah-ha! ( Alice holds up a small bottle and shakes it, before she tosses it in his direction. ) If that doesn't help, apparently orgasms are a good natural painkiller, too.
(as thought, she did stick out. karna was more confused about how she got up there (while rising from his seat) since he hadn't realized this had been happening. was she given the champagne that he wasn't allowed to drink? it seems that way whenever a pair of gloved hands reach for her, being tall has uses in itself. he isn't as tall as some of the other servants he could recall, but karna knows that it didn't matter much. he can get to the bottom of this later.)
Here, give me your hand. (understandably, he's being gentle for whenever she does as he requests. the crowd around seems displeased with karna. that's a given, he's always drawn attention in a negative light from his low rank, but he isn't about to let them deter him from performing a rescue.) Seems like I was spared other parts of the festivities tonight due to their dislike of anyone seen as low.
(which means needing to ensure mercie is safe and sound, he doubts that the other guests that were content about glaring at him would lift a finger for her. despicable. they remind him too much of a pit of snakes. anyway, when she might take his offered hands, even through gloves they'll feel warm. something soothing and something almost akin to a summer eve.)
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