【 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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[ It seems like those tightly packed cars on ferries back home, sitting bumper to bumper with how little space between each vehicle. Troy steps out of the car and feels himself more free to move his great height around, scanning the environment and seeing rows of cars with their engines off.
Troy takes the first step, following his instincts and looking at the tainted windows and other guests from a distance, many rows of cars away from them. ]
Seems like we're not the only ones... I could have hoped for better circumstances in meeting, but it's nice to meet you anyway, Vil. But you can call me Troy. Troy Dantes.
"Three months!?" Zoro nearly shouts it, but he remembers last minute that they should be trying not to attract attention. Those pesky ghost hands might be around, after all. "I just got here, how does that even work?" He makes a face - surely he would have noticed if Luffy was gone for three months. "What have you been doing all this time?"
His eyes go wide as Luffy rattles off most of their crew, his idol, and the strangest villain Zoro has ever met. "That clown's here?" He huffs like this is a personal problem, though secretly he's grateful to hear that their navigator is also around here somewhere. That's good. Nami will come up with a plan to escape.
It's a mystery. Three words that dash his hopes to the elegantly tiled ground. Good thing (?) he doesn't get a chance to dwell on it.
A hug would have been easier to deal with than Luffy's heartfelt declaration. Luffy has hugged Zoro before. He can roll with that. On the other hand, he's never had to respond to verbal affection from his captain. "Thank you," he says with a nod, referring to the compliment about his suit. It is a nice suit. "You look cool, too." He's not lying about this - the colorful beads of Luffy's outfit do stand out to him. He clears his throat, trying to think of how to respond. What he comes up with is a simple, "Okay." He may as well have just said thank you again.
[Read that as broom instead of brocon for some reason and didn't even blink. Chobe postures in a feral like manner, looking ridiculous thanks to his elaborate robe, but he's doing his best to at least appear threatening. He has absolutely no problem attacking first and asking questions later of course, but given the unfamiliar surroundings, he rather tread with a slight hint of caution.
Or at least he would, before she opens his mouth and honks that horn. He's immediately bristling all over like a stray cat and reflexively whips a vine forward, smacking at the hood of the limo, likely with just enough force to dent it.]
Stop screamin' and yappin' gibberish, or next that'll be yer head, bitch!
[ He could have made up some fake name just to not be rude! That's what Weiss would have done. Although if it were an enemy, she'd have not given anything at all. She isn't going to turn this into some sort of etiquette class though. Now that she's sat up, she faces sideways so that she can stand up and go out from under the covers. ]
I'm Weiss. And... whatever happened? [ Is it bad she thinks something happened? God, she'd do anything for a good card if she were in the mood. ] We can just forget about it.
[ There's no mistaking what Nova is. Even if his demonic senses weren't well attuned to picking up the scent of his kind among a sea of bodies, mingling together from the buffet table to the rooms beyond, J's eyes don't deceive. Between the triumvirate of unholy features, Nova is the spitting image of how mankind portrays demonkind within the pages of their religious texts and fairy tales: the beguiling figure of a handsome man adorned with fearsome horns and wings. A romanticized take, when in fact, demons are not the least bit uniform in shape, and most have the appearance of something that's more misshapen and grotesque than anything human. Still, Nova exhibits practically every attribute his ward had once longed to possess in those early days of his immortality. It's a thought that offers more amusement than the exaggerated show of respect he's presented with, enough to keep his gaze lingering on the figure hunched over in a deep bow.
A forefinger taps rhythmically upon the demon's chin as his wheels spin. Whatever conclusion he comes to, it's with the sweep of a broad wing around the slighter demon's shoulders as it coaxes him back over. ] Now, now. I wasn't implying that you needed to skedaddle, only that you were holding up the line.
If you're feeling especially indecisive, I can help you find something palatable. [ Without missing a beat, J swipes two dinner plates and delivers one into the hands of the guest unexpectedly roped into his company. There's something fluid in the way he moves, even when he gracefully slips into Nova's personal space — Moving close enough to tilt the demon's chin up so that he might better see the Archduke in front of him. ]
All you have to do is tell me what sort of things you typically enjoy.
[ wow. she's a little speechless because, huh, it's not as if texas doesn't ever return her sass, but she doesn't quite do so flirtily. if this counts as such, which she'll totally consider so, because the thought of being texas' date while she's in the opera dress is a little... interesting.
but still, ] Traditional gender roles are so... what do the kids call it. Cringe, right? [ she's not terribly online and maybe she's not old enough to say 'kids' unironically but. she's just saying. ] I could dom just as well in a dress than not.
But I suppose if you're such an amateur and beginner to the scene like this you might just want to lie back and be a cute subby little pillow princess for me~
[ a slap to texas' ass, as if in punishment for catching her off-guard just now. or simply to be a pest. ]
[Ashe looked down at his bacon and the food on the table.] It doesn't taste poisoned to me. Hmm, did you want me to try something else? I'm pretty sure it's safe to eat. I don't think the resort would try to poison us. [Ashe figured it would be a bad idea to poison your guests after all.]
I've had food from here before it's pretty good. The food should be okay, but I can try something else so we can be sure. [He hoped it would help her fee better if he showed that the food was safe to eat.]
[ Lean back all you want, Ishmael. His frame and wide and sturdy, as long as she doesn't mind the spread of hair across his chest and down the middle of his abdomen. Back to work, though, as he busies getting more shampoo on his hands, and yes, he'll continue at the scalp once more. ]
You know, Ish. I know we just met and all, and I'm sure you're capable of taking care of yourself, but if anyone gives you any trouble here, just let me know.
[ scrub scrub her scalp.. he's literally just a really nice guy who is full of himself and stupid, honest. ]
I'm not sure what to expect, but I'd like to look out for the people who have been nice to me here!
Weiss does have this information, but the way to get his swords back isn't so easy! Or maybe it is? She doesn't know what he's like, after all. Maybe he'll have an easy time playing the "game" here - the big one that the House wants everyone to be a part of. Either way, she answers without so much as batting an eyelash. It's just simple information, easy to let go of.
"Collect cards and reap rewards. If you build a good hand, you can get points, and use those points to exchange for things you own." Her smile turns wry after that. After all, why would you need to work to get back something you own? It's an answer that is compliant to this place. But there is one more... "Or you could snoop around. There's supposed to be some sort of room where they keep all the stuff they've stolen from us.
"I haven't found it yet."
But she's happy to talk more about what she knows about that. There just isn't a lot though!
With that out of the way, it's back to the game. She draws her card, gets an awful question, and is even being goaded to give up.
"I'm not the loser here!" He just called her a loser even if he didn't outright say so. So without even thinking—and it's not like she had to give a reason—she just blurts out "I'd be a whip! There! Question answered."
[ Troy snickers, nodding from side to side and keeping his smile. His elbows rest on the edge of the table as he leans forward. ]
Fair, fair. Just thought I'd give an answer that isn't a single word. But at least we got something in common.
[ But her easily irritated reaction got Troy to want to prod on her some more, intentionally this time. Tempted to follow on that instinct or try to make a good impression, he just sits there and takes a moment to pick a card ]
"Do you read or watch pornographic content?", it says.
Don't doubt the power of the bandit king, kid. But I'm letting you operate this shit outta the goodness of my big damn heart.
[Look how kind he is, gosh! He frowns slightly before awkwardly clambering over the seat--he's a grown ass man and how else do you climb to the front!! Eventually enough he flops down haphazardly, glaring through the windshield. Okay, maybe he would have immediately gotten more information if he had initially just...fucking looked out a window, but he ain't admitting that now. He leans back, arms behind his head.]
You yap a lot, ya know that? A real thief don't give a shit about what yer allowed to do or not. Ya just do it.
Aw, hell yeah, I'm sure it was great! [ he's so..... dumb.... but apparently he can't recall anything either. ]
I just had this sorta feeling.. maybe it's 'cause you're kinda my type! For a guy-- small and cute. I love it! [ what does that mean... his type.. but it's really hard to tell if he saw anything else besides his familiar love marks. ]
Do people give you a hard time here because of that? [ because of being twinky, he means.. ]
(sass, maybe a little flirty. normally does doesn't do that, but that's nothing to mention. she's not even a decent flirt on her best days (though she somehow did good enough) but she got the idea. traditional gender roles can be stupid, stupid enough that texas would ignore them. she was in a suit for a reason and more prone to being masc on top of that for another, but they'll worry about that another time.
she's picked up on other slang from her time in the resort, funnily enough. cringe was one word. the rest came off conversation on the network when people were sending texts all over again.) Cringe, yes. I mean, I'm not doubting you. (no, texas knows lappland. she didn't need to be in a dress from the impression she's had this whole time. somehow the idea that she knows more also didn't surprise her, that sounded about right in how unfazed cellinia is in response at first. until the slap to her ass gets her to jolt (and a look gets sent in lappland's direction) for catching her off-guard next....that was normal. normal.
it's always felt weird to think of it that way, that they can have something normal between them.) I'm not being a pillow princess, it wouldn't satisfy you if I was just laying there, anyway. (she has that feeling it wouldn't have, but she won't elaborate on that. not this time. another time she might explain herself, but texas did have a feeling this was about to get interesting.
it's her turn to draw the first card, her card is....funnily enough ace of diamonds. submissive, then. but that's likely better if she's this new, not so much for her sanity with lappland's intentions were she to draw the dom role.)
[what's with these mixed signals? Nova's head is forced up, and he doesn't know what to think. was he not being admonished just now? apparently not! he wishes he could understand what this guy is after.
this. very beautiful guy, creature, whatever he is. alas, the fluid way he moves, and speaks, the intimidating gaze; these things all play a part of being attractive to the pink demon. heckles are raised, of course, but Nova cannot deny J's appeal.
his shoulders become less tense as his stomach growls suddenly. embarrassing]
I can get my own food.
[these words are not said hostile, rather, Nova is trying to explain himself]
I was just worried this buffet might be. Tainted. You know?
[ one ear flicks, ] I've wondered sometimes if you've deliberately been trying to deny me satisfaction for my entire life. [ in... perhaps a twisted way, in maybe a rather bitter way, in the way that texas wouldn't kill her and would just about run from her for years. avoidance possibly too understandable, unavoidable in itself. she accepts it, and it's strange, year after year could build up to a breaking point to an extent of acceptance.
having texas in the car, she could compartmentalize, could simply be indulgence above anything else. having texas anywhere else could be indulgence. at this point she doesn't think true satisfaction exists for her anymore. she could have texas' body but might never truly capture her. she'll accept it with the slight disappointment that texas doesn't even snarl at her for spanking her but, oh well. even that much is dissatisfaction.
she takes her card; ace of hearts. ]
Why would you look at that. We match.
[ she bumps shoulders with texas, her tail moving to wag against texas' own. despite herself and her decision, she can't help it if she feels a little happy just being close. having this much of texas is already far more than she'd ever imagined or deserved. ]
[ What a cute and passionate lover that he's bagged. It does his heart well to see Eiden so pleased at the attention he puts on his shoulders. Beowulf squeezes his arms and rubs along Eiden's sides, squeezing both sides of his waist and then curving his hands around to massage his lower back. ]
.. Now I am curious what all we did last night.
[ His stomach hitches when he's touched, but he dips down against Eiden's ear, practically purring. ]
(one would think her glaring was counting as her almost snarling, she even did subtly but held back from growling. though maybe she did reach over and instead of a spank after thinking lappland had dropped her guard enough, it was a pinch to her ass while praying to whatever god is out there to just strike her down now for reacting like that. provoking her seems to have other interesting results now if she's unfazed by something like a spanking (blame the ghosts in the talon for that) but she will not be talking about how that happened. she'll keep blaming that bratty suit of hers until she's blue in the face for what she's doing. it almost surely was having fun with that. they didn't need to talk any further on that subject, so maybe this was texas deciding to just run with it.
figures, though. they both got the matching role. did it matter if they'd play by the rules? maybe not. but that's if they're going in together. she doesn't expect lappland to stick with her if she decides she wants to try testing the subs in the hideaway, texas herself might just avoid them or go out for a smoke. the parties been draining enough that she's had to deal with the urge being stronger. that and she wasn't able to bring her pocky with her since she was caught going to buy more originally.
she's not the one that knows bdsm exactly, or the one that knows everything to do around the subject. this isn't her sort of territory.)
....looks like it. So what now?
(as long as this isn't about to result in cellinia getting dragged into something else she might feel the urge to chain-smoke from. there's been too much of that lately. with her only break being during december, that does say plenty about what the resort does to people.)
Edited 2025-01-25 05:48 (UTC)
sorry for the wait - will speed up again after this weekend!
Well, Edelgard knows for a fact that she can work with a reluctant but cooperative partner. Often here she has been reluctant. But she doesn't think she typically comes across like the walking stormcloud who drops into the seat across from her.
She's not without empathy, though she did choose to play this time around. ]
It is a dumb game. [ He'll get no argument there; she quite agrees. ] However, I like to win games.
[ Regardless of how dumb, there is no chance that she could be anything but serious about a game that has a "genitals" option on the dice.
Since he doesn't need to negotiate about who goes first she picks up the dice and rolls, reading aloud once they tumble to a stop. ]
Bite ear. [ Looking up again, she raises her eyebrows. ] I assume you don't object.
it could be any number of loose imaginings. maybe it's the shatter glass burn of whatever's tainting the air, how robin can feel all of it twisting in each body keenly when she gets too close, a resonance that she's been trying to temper ever since she'd first arrived. or it could just be the hotel playing its tricks while she remains none the wiser. she's walked the lobby, the hallways lined with suites and seen images in every reflection — some foreign and lurid, while others mock her of home.
because she's seen her brother in some of these illusions. she could almost see him here, too, between the static and lick of color in the air. she stares at this man and blinks those afterimages away but it's always the feeling that stays. )
Don't you? (know the rules of this world, but it isn't pointed at unkindly, but maybe halfway to coy when she's regarding him with a small smile on her face, and a sweeter, plying tone. this man's gotten very lucky to have what he has without the necessary experience to have it. if he were to have said this to anyone else, then surely they'd have other questions to ask of him. they'd see that he was faking it and throw him out.
but she doesn't shatter his illusion. she only tips her head at him and... covers the misstep. ) ... But I suppose you're right. Sometimes our greatest efforts don't seem to be enough. Even so, as long as we have wings, we must continue to try to fly.
( ... a lighter, breathy laugh at her own private joke. )
... thank you. For your wise encouragement... and for your understanding. ( no expectations... if it was this person, if it really had to be a stranger, if he'd really be this kind— ) To be honest, I was feeling a little weary already... I took on this job before I learned it'd stretch for the next 168 hours.
Oh~? [Getting into the ring for the sake of money? Well, that's not too different from the Pankration Ring. Of course, Wriothesley also carved his own path similarly, though the Pankration Ring also had offered some amount of comradeship between the fighters. While credit coupons were the goal, there was more to it for the inmates than just that.] Perhaps we're cut with the same cloth. How interesting.
[He can't help but be curious about this man.
Wriothesley grabs some clothes from a drawer before going around the bed to stop in front of where the other was seated. He holds out some clothes. Sweatpants and a t-shirt. Just something to keep themselves more presentable. It looked like Lighter would probably fill into his clothes similarly.] I'm more of a tea guy, honestly. Call me more of a social drinker.
[Wriothesley himself is only in sweatpants, the large scars that travel down his throat obvious without anything circling his own neck. He rests one hand on his hips.] You'll have to get accustomed to this place and the way it does things. Sometimes, you'll just end up like this. That, and in places you definitely didn't fall asleep in originally.
( a casual conversation he doesn't so much mind, in spite of the view he has. he thought so before, and thinks as much still: rude looks exceptionally handsome between his legs, on his knees. the attraction is obvious as it shoots down at his erection and makes it twitch in interest, caring little whether it's brought to his attention or not. aventurine may lack preferences, but he's just human. )
I invest in planets I consider to be high reward. ( there's a particular ghost feeling here - or it's aventurine unconsciously longing for something -, the feeling of rude's mouth on his thighs, the kissing and biting.
so much for a man who had allegedly hated the intimacy of it. ) You could consider it an odd job. I do have tons of paperwork to do as well.
( corporation life, but he enjoys the similarities. not anything interesting, he parroted, and aventurine can only wonder if the lie in it is the same. he closes his legs around rude again, though an approach far less firm, knowing he'll be turned around sooner or later. he can enjoy the man where he is now. )
Ah, but now I'm curious. Are you the workaholic type? The kind who's married to his job, and pays little attention to his social life.
[ Though Stelle has a number of unusual skills in her toolkit (many of them puzzle-based), mechanical repair isn't among them. There's no better teacher than hands-on learning though, is there? Although...that's usually the case when there's at least someone around to tell you what to do. ]
Sure did! I was after the chocolate syrup, but...this is pretty cool, too. [ As she toes at the little scorch mark on the floor, trying to rub it away with her shoe. ] Now that you mention it, if we started a fire, they'd have to let us out of this party, huh? A pool sounds great right about now...
[ She heard the Women's Parlor at least has showers, and she's carrying the smell of smoke and engine oil now. She's really going to need one after fixing her ride — ]
Oh, I guess we don't have any tools. Oh well! I'll have to come pick this back up later. [ She's just gonna leave it there??? ] Wanna go check out the ladies' lounge?
[ It'd give her a chance to catch up with Robin, and check in on her, too. Not that Stelle has any doubts she can handle herself here, but...it's kind of overwhelming, isn't it? In good and bad ways. Not to mention Sunday being here along with them — that's gotta be messy. ]
[ The yank down does catch Midnight somewhat offguard, his pink eyes widening, but he does listen quite intently. He's not sure if anything said is anything that everyone else can't hear — of course he isn't throwing the round, as far as Midnight's concerned — but he does make it a point to listen when his attention is so clearly demanded. It's a privilege to hear someone's true thoughts, after all.
The wolf-whistler earns themselves a very impassive stare shot over Midnight's shoulder, which is more of a warning look than anything, but a short, soft growl does kick up in Midnight's chest very briefly. Not audible for anyone but his partner to hear — Midnight is a civilized vampire, thank you — but this is his show. If the lad is agitated enough for even Midnight to notice, he'd appreciate less commentary from the audience.
Anyway, Midnight turns his attention back to the young man, setting aside the lube after squeezing some onto his fingers. He warms it between his fingertips — and Midnight is quite warm, pleasantly so — and lifts those still-trousered legs, settling both onto one broad shoulder easily. There's no pause for logistics, no hesitance, just a hand at his partner's bottom, teasing him open.
Midnight looks down at his partner and smiles slightly. ]
Call me Midnight, by the way.
[ His wet fingers dive for that small ring of muscle, and Midnight's eyelids lower in concentration, focusing on nothing in particular. He's being very patient; his hands are proportionate to his size, but Midnight's quite a large man. He settles his middle finger first, letting the muscle accustom itself to the intrusion, then slowly pushes, then twists inside, letting his finger curl slightly to create space.
He understands that taking it this slowly might set off this young man's temper again, but he's quite determined to do this properly, without harming him. After that... Well, he would like for this to be enjoyable, but at this point, he's figured out that getting a perfectly honest answer out of this lad is impossible. Better to do the best job he can and hope no permanent harm is done. ]
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