【 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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[Reno tries to remember last night, but besides a few earlier experiences and moments, bright lights, gambling, drinks, lots of flirtatious people, he doesn't remember much after a certain pointdid they really drink that much that-]
Hey, watch it! What are you doing?!
[He is torn from trying to piece together the previous evening when Rude simply pulls down the blanket and stares at Reno's very naked form.]
Dude, at least as before you Stare lik- woah!
[He gets flipped over, face hitting the pillow, making him get a mouthful of cotton before he can turn his face to the side.]
What the fuck are ya doing, Rude?
[He holds his breath as Rude brushes the hairs from his back and keeps staring, before he feels the sheets covering him again. He remains where he is for a moment, trying to ignore that it felt quite good to be flipped over and then be touched almost gently, but whatever Rude was looking for, he seems to have found it, or not.
Taking another deep breath to will his body back under control, he scrambles to his knees, keeping the blanket wrapped tightly around himself to cover himself up and hide anything compromising.]
Well, next time we take it slow on the whiskey, that's for sure. ... [He chews on his thumbnail for a moment, eyes flickering over Rude.]
[ he's used to being around kids, where noise is just the inevitable, but it's much less endearing from a grown adult. maybe the barrier of the trunk is a blessing in disguise, actually. it's not even that cramped in here. a very luxurious trunk for an equally luxurious vehicle. he doesn't even need a room.
but he should try to get out of here while he has the attention of someone who probably did not abduct him. there is still a short, judgmental little pause. ]
You think I'd kidnap you, trip into the trunk of my own car, and then get locked in?
[ he could stand to be more grateful, and yet... he just opens his eye to stare at the roof of the trunk, folding his hands across his stomach and carrying on. ]
Sorry, but you're clearly the more suspicious one here.
[Rude is aware of a presence beside him in bed, and isn't yet used to this place throwing him for a loop, so when he reaches over to touch the thigh of the person sitting beside him it doesn't feel the way he expects. His eyes open belatedly as he draws his hand away and sits up suddenly. He doesn't know who she is, or what they did, but she's beautiful.
He nods, then clears his throat before speaking, but is voice comes out tired and rough the first thing in the morning.]
Mhm. Must have had too much to drink..
[There's an elephant in the room and he's not sure he can bring himself to address it. Thankfully someone was kind enough to order room service, and that's the perfect distraction. Without moving from under the sheets, he drags the wheeled cart closer to the bed so he can pour her coffee, handing it off.]
[The way it feels like there's an ice pick lodged in her skull means she doesn't immediately clock his voice. All she gets is the swift removal of her pillow underneath her so that a certain someone can steal it to hide his face. How mean! How cruel! She suffers just as much! Maybe even more! How many days did she go without drawing her blood? How many days without being able to work out? God... all those lessons with Tseng? Missed. How terrible. How awful.
Tohsaka groans, and weakly attempts to grab at the pillow to yank it back. After all, it's not proper to let a lady's head just thud against the mattress!]
Alivian's jaw drops, a surprised huff of breath escaping him at the words, though his masked gaze follows every movement of Hank's hands like a hawk. The tug of the collar, the slip of a tie through nimble fingers. Buttons parting one by one.
"...I won't say no. But I feel the need to clarify something. It's not "wanting to take on your burden". It's. Well."
His face turns beet red.
"I'm... kinky at heart. I, uh... read bodice rippers, often enough... the use of two sets of clamps sounds interesting. But if you want them too, I won't take that away from you."
His ears airplane, but he still focuses on Hank even as his face turns a brighter and brighter shade of pink.
"Starting slow, though... I like the sound of that."
A beat, and he reaches out with a shaking hand, gently taking Hank by the shoulder and guiding him closer with a soft but insistent touch.
"Touch me as much as you want, because I want that. Please."
[ this place is like, the sex depot, he gets it. the instant flush of color in his face utterly refuses to vacate the premises, so he settles for folding his arms and living with it like it isn't there until it does fade. he's half-expecting the next card to be a filthy question, too, but they're blessedly spared a twofer. not that he can't handle it or anything, it's just, like... geez. ]
Malboro—tentacles? Like off a sea monster?
[ not this shit again. Del's nose wrinkles, albeit not necessarily with disgust. looks nasty, but would he have eaten it if they'd fried it up and served it? ...........possibly. his gaze, in the meantime, scans the card house, searching for his next mark. maybe showing off was a mistake, last time. ]
Haven't been to that place yet. Or rather I went there, but the look'a the place made me positive I'd yack everywhere if I went about grubbing with a smell like that coming from inside. If they're puttin' metal in the food, then I was right.
[ first they put mercury in the gatorade, NOW THIS?
a turn of the wrist, and he traps his chosen card between two fingers, tugging delicately at it. steady.. steady... ]
[ Five minutes isn't nearly enough for her self-inflicted ailment to sort itself out, but plenty to come to terms with the idea of being awake, as miserable as she feels. Mayou shrugs off the covers until she can blink at him with the faintest air of offense – not that he's done a damn thing wrong (lbr here he's handling this whole ridiculous situation with an admirable degree of grace) so she'll just have to content herself with a moody huff for now. ]
Mayou.
[ A yawn punctuates the brusque introduction, muffled with the back of her hand. ]
[ okay but dramatics and long-winded convoluted methods are the fontainian way? he can't blame her for simply following the logic of her people. even if, as he points it out piece by piece, it all begins to sound a bit ludicrous even to her own ears. ]
That's....Well...
[ she has no rebuttal. that will not stop her from rallying herself again. ]
Then who did kidnap us, if it wasn't you or me? And why did I end up in the back of one of these [ oh so that's what they're called ] cars while you ended up in the trunk?
[
... ]
Wait. Is there someone else in there with you too?
Shit, he's apprehensive about the perfectly tailored suit, and weird apparitions urging him toward the party hall. Nothing about any of this makes sense, and without anyone to give him orders or guide him into and through social interactions, he ends up doing a lot of surveillance himself. Standing around like an idiot as the people around him have a good time earning some sort of currency that he's unfamiliar with. It would make more sense if the place was a casino but he hasn't found a single poker table without half naked players.
But the food looks appetizing, at least. He lingers nearby to watch people eat and others avoid it all together, so it's hard to tell whether or not its safe. At least until someone small barks at him for staring too long at food that was already claimed.]
All yours... [Naturally he doubletakes. Was that a tail?]
I've been told by others that Fontaine has moved passed the prophecy that loomed over it. [Wriothesley finally gets up from the bed. He'd probably be a little more embarrassed being found in just undergarments by the Iudex of all people, but he has ended up in worse states of dress (and undress) by others at this point.
He does go pull some sweatpants from his closet if only to make him just a little more presentable in front of the man.] From my point in time, things have yet to reach their climax. Honestly, it had been somewhat stressful not knowing certain things before, but I can rest easy knowing that Fontaine is thriving.
[He grins at the other before padding over to the breakfast spread.] Can I not interest you in enjoying some tea with me? [He gestures for the other to sit down, before sitting across. The resort truly did not skimp when it came to food and he can't really complain other than the once in awhile aphrodisiac found in it.]
Less about Fontaine, I would like to hear how you have been. Sigewinne if you can spare me a word or two. I hope you can humor me a bit, but it has been awhile since I've gotten to enjoy such personal anecdotes.
[ It's fiiiiine. She'll cross that bridge when she gets to it. For now, the champagne has Mayou feeling oddly light and happy in a setting she'd usually rather avoid like the plague were she stone cold sober. The people, the noise, the lights and glamour, surely it's not that bad to let loose and have a little fun? Jae Ha's enthusiasm gets a grin in response – a devil-may-care, "let's make some bad decisions tonight" kind of smile. ]
If you insist.
[ LET'S GO MAGIC DIIIIIICE! With a lazy flick of her wrist, the die go bouncing and rattling across the tabletop, coming to rest with gilded script gleaming in the ambient lighting. KISS ––– NOSE ]
Huh. [ That's tamer than she expected. But hey, Mayou won't look a gift horse in the mouth if the powers that be want to get a peck out of it instead of full-bore debauchery. ] You mind leaning down a bit?
Hank lets Alivian draw him closer. He’s halfway done unbuttoning his shirt, and the thought of tearing it off is appealing. Less because he feels sexy — which he, almost horrifyingly, kind of does — and more because it would be sudden. Chaotic. Destructive.
The strangest thing about this encounter so far is that he’s not drunk — and that he doesn’t even feel like he needs it. And Hank is insecure, sure, but this isn’t about him. Not really. This is about letting that ‘kinky heart’ fly free.
And there’s relief in that, somehow. In the fact that they just met and yet there’s want.
The bathroom, too: Hank can admit this is weird. He’s never stepped foot in one so fancy, especially not with a cute guy asking him for his touch. A sweet guy who could murder Hank with his eyes, apparently. But is he scared? Not about that. If anything, he’s the one worried about being disappointing.
But again — letting that kinky heart fly free.
“So in these bodice rippers of yours” — Hank says this as if he doesn’t read them himself — “they often use two sets of clamps? Or is that something you thought of yourself?”
Hank can go slow. His eyes dart to his weird watch with all the instructions again: three hours and some change, ticking down. A sex act required for payout. He can do that, although he doesn’t know what, exactly.
One hand still slowly unbuttoning his shirt — he’s not trying to be cute; it’s just a task that needs doing — while the other reaches up to touch Alivian’s chin. Thumb brushing across his lips. Hank figures it’d be best to stay away from his mask — he said he wasn’t going to take it off and he meant it, danger or no — but hopefully this isn’t too much.
[Well, that's a rude awakening. There's a brief glimmer of something akin to a frown as he blearily opens those dark eyes, but it eases into a mild smile as he rolls a little into a more comfortable position on his side. His hand pushes up to support his head as his other arm moves to drape over her upper body lazily.]
A very good morning to you. Was your night a rough one, mm?
[Ever polite, but a little overly familiar - the Ashiya Douman creed, it seems.]
Mel Medarda | Arcane | OTA | new character/existing player
[Mel woke up with a start, gasping for air and her hand clutching for her chest. Her breaths are shallow and ragged as she frantically looked around the car that looked more expensive than three houses put together. It takes her a long moment to gather her wits about her. The robes she's stuck in also didn't help the situation at all either. All her golden markings are visible, the specks and lines, from her head down to her toes.
Her eyes frantically dart around the space, noting someone else on the far end. Are they sleeping? Are they awake? She can't tell, the light is too dim for her to tell. Slowly, carefully, she inches over the seat and towards the door, trying her best to open it without waking the other person up.
But fate would have it otherwise, and there is a string of curses under her breath as she keeps trying, pushing her undone hair out of her face. She jingles the handle hard and the noise makes the other person stir. She pauses, looking at them like deer in headlights when they finally look at her and her feeble attempt to escape.]
...Morning. [Is it morning? They are in the garage. Who knows. Just play it off, look disinterested Mel, and get out. Ignore the pleasant warmth and music that just started all of its own.]
B. The Casino
1. At the Door
[Casinos and gambling have never been Mel's point of interest. Perhaps her mother would gladly take part in indulging these kinds of things, but not her. Still- there are a lot of people in there and Mel would feel stupid if she didn't attend to make some connections, and get to know who is loitering around this Hotel.
The invisible hands, while disturbing, were very helpful in the end, providing her with an extremely heavy, but wonderful evening dress that stood out even more against her dark skin, and matched her golden markings and makeup. She doesn't protest, in case that angers the Hands, and once they are done, she joins people in the Casino.
Tentatively, Mel picks a glass of champagne (keeps her hands busy) and makes her way through the crowd, stopping here and there to listen in on conversations. She makes a pause at the fountain with a special "bubbly" drink, only narrowly dodging as someone flies past her.]
I've been to a lot of parties, but I admit, this is the weirdest event I witnessed, [she comments off-handedly, turning back to watch others grab the bubbly drink.]
2. Toy Roulette
[This is... stupid. She's never seen so much debauchery in one place; even her mother who is not shy about her "conquests" and "samplings of the cuisine" had more class to stay private as she did so. This... roullete thing is just preposterous.
Yet all eyes are on her, as if she's some kind of prize, expecting her to spin the wheel and go along with what falls into her lap. Her eyes are narrowed, and she is trying her hardest not to judge people who are watching.]
Should I do it, or will you? [Mel asks person that, by chance, got stuck to be her 'partner' in this ridiculous game. The faster they do this, the better; they'll be able to get away from the prying eyes and sneaky hands- one wrong pull and the dress she was given might end up on the ground. She isn't about public performance- if she's to do anything, it will be away and secluded from everyone.]
C.Women's Parlor (ooc: I am totally down for anyone to join her in the shower (even guys who are sneaking in, they can hide! :] Can be nsfw (down for soaps/fragrances to have aphros!))
[Getting away from the crowd has been a task of enormous proportions- she doesn't remember the last time she had this much difficulty escaping all the attending staff and "guests" of a resort or hotel.
This little lounge area is a hidden piece of heaven. She happily discarded the dress (although, the attendants took it away to clean it), and got in a luxurious shower with a seat. The warm water is washing away the sweat and relaxing her muscles, and Mel is already contemplating indulging in a shoulder massage.
She's fully leaned back against the wall, enjoying steam and rhythmic massage of water against her skin, eyes closed. But when the door opens to her shower, she doesn't even bother to look over at first, raising her hand to wave the intruder away-] This one is taken... Do you seriously have nowhere else to go?
D. Morning After
[When Mel wakes up, the first thought that goes through her head is "not again-!", because waking up in random places seems to be a common thing around here. Fortunately, this time it is a king-sized bed, soft, and warm, with cushions and- someone else next to her.
She almost panics at the thought of something happening last night, but the vague memory of the casino and drinks comes floating back in, and honestly, she should be surprised if this DIDN'T happen. She takes one of the sheets that's fallen on the floor to cover herself and wrap her body up, as she slowly slides out of the bed and walks over to the tray with breakfast, steaming coffee, painkillers, more... Hotel's "amenities" packed in boxes.
Most of it is ignored- except for breakfast and coffee. She's eating a piece of toast with strawberry marmalade when she hears a groan and motion coming from the bed. And... she hasn't got dressed yet. Then again, if they did what they did, there's no point in being too shy, that just makes things awkward.
But she doesn't address them yet- she's sitting in the comfy, lounge chair in her silky sheet legs crossed and slowly chewing on her toast. They can join her if they want to.]
[ooc: Hello! Mel is OTA for both m/m and m/f; I don't care about age difference in general, so it will go for her as well! If you want a specific prompt, PM me away! I won't be spoiling S2!]
[ nope this is his 1/4 of the blanket thanks, you already have too much of it. And to emphasize that point, he drags it back with considerable stubbornness. Potentially stealing whatever bit the noisy stranger is hoarding as well. ]
Kinky. You could have at least bought me a coffee first. [ This place has been such a bad influence. ] I'm not blind, I'm hungover as hell.
You could tell me who you are, you know. Since you insist on being so noisy when I'm trying to keep my head from cracking apart. [ He's not typically this verbose in the morning, either. Hungover or not. He's blaming it on the lingering effects of all those energy drinks. ] Or being a tease with all the offers of biting. It's just polite. Especially when you're clearly a blanket hog.
[sometimes you have to induce a man into eating the whole indian pantheon, gods forbid a monk have hobbies - ashiya douman]
[But ah, what a little thorn in his side. He smiles as pleasant as anything, more than happy to keep up the pretense that yes, of course, he is as innocent and pure as untrodden snow. Of course he doesn't know this man. He's a simple Servant thrust into new circumstances, with a flesh and bone body. That's all. Nothing more.]
[The barbs are not unnoticed, but he will happily roll with them for now.]
Yes, yes, to lie without shame is indeed a mark of evil in and of itself. As it is said, one who feels no shame at telling a deliberate lie, there is no evil, I tell you, that they will not do! Mm. I hope you abide by this understanding as well, yes...?
[It is safe to assume that something happened last night, thanks to drinks and all the spiked food they offered at the casino. Or was that last night? Once she entered that stupid place she lost track of time.
Fortunately, the man doesn't seem to be the type to make a ruckus about what happened like some people she knows. They should be used to this at this point, no amount of yelling in the morning will change that fact.
So she's grateful for it, and nods with a soft smile at the offered coffee.]
Just cream, if there's some. [She shuffles a little so she's sitting properly next to him in front of the cart, and accepts the offered mug.]
Considering this place, it might not be just drinks, [she says, taking a sip and warming her hands up around the mug.]
Mm-mm, close but not quite. Imagine... Hm. A head of lettuce the size of a small house with tentacles, a mouth full of teeth, eyes, and a very foul odor that'll stick with you for days if you get hit with it. I've had it a few ways but frying it was, uh... Let's say it just about tasted about as good as it smelled.
[ AKA not good at all. Roche's nose wrinkles at the memory of it, his eyes following the motion of Del's hand. Easy does it— Not too fast, now— ]
The rest of the menu isn't nearly as off, I promise you that much. They've got a damn good soup that I try to pick up at least once a week and the rolls they serve with it is much better than any gold they could serve.
[ There's a pause and a quiet gasp from someone off to his right when the stack of cards barely moves, but it doesn't fall. Even Roche lets out a breath he hadn't known he was holding, and leans closer as if he means to peek over the top. ]
[Another dual-haired gentleman like himself...Douman nods along, ever agreeable - for yes, he would abide by that principle as well. The Buddha would hold such things paramount, too.]
Cleanliness itself is a mark of a good soul. The body must not become as dirty as one's misdeeds, hm, hmm!
[A little hum.]
Now, now, it's your turn. Draw a card. Let's see what it says!
[As Tohsaka repositions herself, she feels the weight of the world rest on her — much like Douman's weight had been doing so before hand. A groan sounds in her throat as she rubs the sleep out of her eyes and looks to her side. Rin's vision isn't the best after waking up, but that's to be expected when the party is an all-out 168 hour bender. A sour frown tugs at her lips as she tries the parse whether she remembers getting in bed with him or not.
Admittedly, no. But that may be to her favor. The resort has pulled weirder tricks.]
That party lasted for days. I probably wouldn't be awake if I didn't need something to eat. You don't seem to have the same problem. Enjoy yourself?
[Tiredly her eyes peel away from him to look down at herself. Thankfully clothed, but the baby doll pajama set (thin strapped top, small shorts) with a cheeky cat pattern really just makes it feel like the resort is playing a prolonged prank.]
[Douman is patient - but patient, perhaps, like a predator or a spider. He simply waits until the young man finally addresses him, and with that, he's calmly giving a little nod of agreement.]
So you do not wish to talk to those of limited intelligence? Mm, an interesting notion. It can be rather difficult, one thinks, to judge based on your own...because what if someone deems you an idiot as well? Alas...
[The man moves to stand - Douman's glittering black eyes follow him, but he's as still as a pond. Its only with his eyes that seems to suggest that a part of him wants to cause something terrible, but he's trying his best to be as obedient as anything.]
Oh, goodness, no! This humble monk will not move to make this game unfair in such a manner! Go ahead. Draw a card.
(having had found herself involved in these "festivities", it would come as no surprise that arlecchino was not attempting to leave the party. unlike tharja, she knows quite well how to handle herself during one. she mingles, she talks, and she idly drinks her champagne without much thought. the crowd avoids this one. the staff has been (aside from what times she's called them over) particularly careful about seeing her, too. what a strange yet well-dressed woman to cause the crowds to avoid her. like something hangs over her, unseen and perpetual.
she says nothing else to the guests, to the few that dared to speak to her outside of indulgence in their questions. questions, discovering that she is quite intelligent, and her own curiosities on what she can grasp of their current situation. a lengthy party was not her ideal scene, but she's capable of making most things work while on the floor. perhaps even while stuck in this long party they're in.
tharja had caught her attention naturally, it's part of why she found herself there while looking at the die in thought. interesting twist, isn't it? she's nursing her own champagne before they're rolled and....then staring blankly. really? fondle her nose? she does frown about it, those odd and rather frightening pupils of hers glow for the moment in the dim light in this parlor they're in.)
And how exactly, pray tell, does fondling a nose work?
(her voice is deep, commanding, frightening to the lesser experienced. something might always stick out in it, but she's curious on what the other woman could possibly mean. the closer tharja's fingers get, the more that heat within her body can be felt. strongly. almost like a broiling volcano is within her, but that's strange, isn't it?
it must be, no person runs this hot. nobody could without dying, perhaps it's a trick of the mind from the alcohol flowing through them. yes, that must be it, but arlecchino stands firmly.)
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