【 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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▶ 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!
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[ Xue Yang stares at the card as it's turned over for several seconds before finally opening his mouth and replying, ]
Fuck if I know.
[ Complete with a shrug.
What scares him the most? More like, what scares him at all? Does he actually have anything he fears? He has things he avoids, but that's because it will be more annoying, or less interesting, or things like that, if they happen. Is that fear? He doesn't think so. Fear is the sort of thing that makes people beg and piss themselves and kowtow until their foreheads bleed. Xue Yang doesn't have anything like that. (Or not that he knows of, at least.)
He goes to grab a new card and there's no indication from his Watch that the game is over, so it seems that whatever is ruling over this game has decided he's answered honestly. The card he grabbed from the top was a boring question even if it didn't have a boring answer, so he grabs from about halfway down instead and glances at it. ]
"If you could change any one thing about your current life, what would it be?"
Fuuta does still end up giving a stifled yip when the hand makes impact with his ass, though it's more because he'd worked himself up into such a tense little tizzy; the embarrassment of being heard making such a noise ends up being worse than any pain, and Fuuta resists the urge to rub at the spot as he slouches back to his seat and plonks himself down, brow furrowed and jaw clenched. ]
Yeah, yeah, I know.
[ Please let the next roll be something stupid and easy, he thinks as he rolls the dice. Like 'tickle nose' or whatever.
-- it's 'BITE' 'ELBOW.'
Ugh. Sure. Whatever. There's worse options. Fuuta just ends up staring at the dice for a moment before looking up to Archer, looking mostly exasperated. ]
... I dunno if you gotta roll your sleeve up or not. Your choice, I guess.
[ She's not quite ready for him to move that swiftly, as she peers down at the dice like--well, okay. But because she's unprepared, her knee jerks a little and Hamel has to press her lips together before the surprised squeak fully emerges.
It's not very dignified.
But before either of them can linger on that, she picks up the dice to roll. And gets 'BITE' 'EAR'.
Okay. So fair point that it's random, though she's not bold enough to immediately go for it without glancing over at him first. ]
[Tohsaka gestures at a fancy, comfortably upholstered chair that so happens to be available in the Game Room they're occupying. A drawn sigh spills from her lips as she finds a table to set the box down on. There are... a few options in the box. Some very simple and others with a myriad of features.]
It's shaped like a flashlight and is used as the opposite of a dildo. Does that make sense?
[ Built like a model?? She has to be referring to her height, then. And it's nothing Hamel can really apologize for (again), especially when Rin says she isn't heavy and that she is, in fact, perfectly fine. ]
I was brought in just now...
... Meaning leaving is going to be next to impossible, if you're asking that?
[ ... okay. He's not going to say anything about it, but he sure did notice that little squeak, so note taken -- warn her about anything he's going to do, even if it's something harmless.
She really is pretty green to all this, huh. He can't help feeling a little concerned about how she's going to survive this place long-term. -- not like he cares? But just. On principle. ]
Oh. Uh. Sure. -- here.
[ He'd been briefly distracted by his thoughts, but Fuuta gives a nod when he realizes what the dice say. Then shifts in his chair, turning a little so she'll have easier access if she approaches; he even reaches up to scuff some of his hair out of the way, canting his head so his left ear's available for easy biting. ]
[ Hamel sort of gives off the "distant and mysterious/would fade away into mist if you tried to touch her" vibe in the first place, he can't be blamed. For a performer, she certainly doesn't seem as outgoing as one might expect. ]
... Ah. You're... someone who passes judgment, then. How poignantly ironic.
[ She says it with a bittersweet air, before she shakes her head to better focus on his question. ]
Do you mean as someone who's been here for some months or this specific audience?
[ Hamel, who gets the feeling this is not going to be anywhere near a remotely gentle sensation, swallows a sigh of resignation and turns to present her rear for Coquelic's mercy (or lack thereof). It's true enough that Coquelic is doing her a tremendous favor here. ]
I do appreciate your help.
[ It's both automatic and sincere, even if this "help" comes in the form of getting her ass pinched. ]
I think it would have been more of a given than a possibility, yes.
[ With a bit of a curtsy, out of habit. ]
So I appreciate your help, sir. Especially when you weren't given much warning or time to prepare for my, ah. Presence. [ To put it extremely lightly, yes. ]
[ She'll endure it because she has to and maybe one day she'll develop a backbone or actual desires, but until that day comes, Fuuta can fuss over her without fussing over her because of course he isn't actually worried about her! It's just on principle. She understands.
But she has a game to accomplish, so when he offers her easier access, Hamel moves in closer and leans in (and down a bit, I'm sorry short king) to gently close her teeth over his earlobe. She didn't have to draw blood, or anything painful, so she'll count that as good before she lets go and leans back. ]
( hmmm, a valid differentiation, and he gives the question due consideration before answering. )
Whichever you feel better equipped to answer.
( both would be informative for someone like him, who knows so little about this resort outside of the barebones he's already been told. and while he certainly can - and plans to - use his own senses to form deductions, there's never any harm in probing information from those more intimately involved with a case or place.
additional witness testimony, as it were.
but there is another matter he's curious on, one that promps his brows to crinkle in clear puzzlement. )
But, and I beg your pardon, I'm afraid I don't see the irony in this situation.
( is there something funny about him being a judge..... )
( how very interesting, that so many people would name bodies of water so haphazardly. an ocean referred to as the great lake, versus a terrestrial inland lake colloquially termed as the sea. but it's clear the young woman wishes to move on and so he keeps his peace, patiently waiting for her to draw her card and read off the question printed on its surface.
it is, thankfully, not particularly risque, though nevertheless a question that requires some amount of thought and another stretch of silence falls between them both as neuvillette's gaze shifts downwards and then finally back up. )
I suppose that I am far more emotional than I appear. ( a slight sigh. ) Do I really look like someone who would cry at the drop of a hat?
That's because there would be no way for you to know, without me drawing back the shroud of secrecy a little more.
[ She says it softly and apologetically, but it seems she's fine going into additional information, since she adds shortly after-- ]
There's something called Mania where I come from, infectious when above a certain level. Those infected by it either lose themselves and their forms to it and become Corruptors or gain abilities from it and become Sinners. They're viewed as monsters by others, either way.
A judge assisting a Sinner just felt... as though it wasn't a situation I ever expected to encounter.
[flip... flip... fl- he lifts his head and faces xue yang fully, a tiny cant of something curious and perhaps predatory about his position.]
You've never felt fear?
[not the dismissive wave of someone steeped in too many for a formed decision, but rather someone who thinks he's above the notion of being scared at all. a man devoid of one very important piece of his heart. what other emotions is this bastard bereft of? or simply says he is. sitting here in his comfortable clothes and pretty face, claiming he has nothing to dread. tiny claws of intent dig along his skin beneath his suit, the faintest hints of a dark aura, akin to steam vapor or soft flame, licks up from his shoulders. no one is devoid of fear... anyone who says they are simply hasn't been scared yet.]
Everyone has something that scares them. [irritation needles his voice, as if he's mildly ticked at xue yang's flippant claim.] I wonder what yours is.
[his looks? easily enough ripped off. his lifestyle? disasters happen. an age old answer is death, but something tells him this man's tougher than a basic threat to kill him. not the kind to beg and cling for his life... idiot.]
I'd like to rip open your heart.
[his current life is sitting here relatively being nice. that could change.]
[With all the effort of a pest peeling itself away from an old, half-sticky glue trap... Rin slowly pushes herself up off the floor. Her black lace cheeky panties, matching the lace hem of whatever dress she has now - having done Dress Roulette every six to eight hours into the party - get covered up as she stands on her feet.
The groan draws on a little too long isn't all that flattering, either.]
I'll live. Maybe. Can a person die from having too much exposure to a party atmosphere?
[ …goodness, Fuuta, are you still embarrassed by these games? Archer has no idea how long the other has been here, but he supposes not everyone is adept at not wearing their emotions on their sleeve.
Either way, he isn’t going to poke or make fun. He finds the circumstances less than ideal himself so getting through this as quickly as possible is the goal.
He looks at the dice, and after a brief glance at the hotel staff watching them, he lets out a faintly disgruntled hum. ]
I’m sure someone somewhere would think it wouldn’t count otherwise.
[ Stupid resort. Archer strips off the jacket he has on, undoes his cuff, and rolls up his sleeve. ]
[ The depressing truth here is that this is Fuuta having chilled out a bit (relatively speaking) after a full year of acclimating to living in this gaudy sex resort ... Once a skittish, bristly little bastard, always a skittish, bristly little bastard.
So while he's not happy about this dumb game, at least he can carry out this prompt without too much huffing and blustering and needing to hype himself up for it. In fact, he just gives a dour scowl at Archer's oh-so-helpful piece of advice, brow furrowed and nose scrunched. ]
I wasn't gonna in the first place. What kind of idiot thug do you take me for?
[ The exact kind of idiot thug that he acts like, to be honest ...
But for all his growling and yapping, Fuuta really isn't the violent type. Even if he steps forward and grabs at Archer's arm, jerking it up so he can shift to bring his mouth to the other's elbow, his bite is gentle. The jagged, crooked line of his teeth means there's a slight prickle, but it's definitely not meant to hurt properly or cause harm; Fuuta applies a little pressure, just enough to dent skin, because he presumes going too light wouldn't count, but otherwise withdraws swiftly afterward and lets go. ]
[ That tickled a bit more than he expected, actually. Fuuta is silent as he feels the gentle pressure of teeth against his ear, but from that close proximity, Hamel might note the way he huffs out a slightly stilted breath, brow tensing as he fights the urge to close his eyes. He can feel her breath tickle against his jaw before she retreats too, and he's suddenly, vividly aware of how nice she smells.
-- ugh! He's not going to think about it! He's not going to make this weird! ]
Y-yeah. Yeah, strange. It's a fucking stupid game is what it is.
[ Fuuta ends up rubbing at his face to try and hide the faint heat in his cheeks, but otherwise hurriedly reaches over to snatch the dice back up and chuck them against the tabletop. -- 'GRIND ON' 'THIGH.'
Sorry Hamel, he's just gonna freeze for a hot second as he stares at the results, then looks to her like he's expecting her to say something about it first. ]
( the additional information is appreciated, and he listens solemnly to her explanation, hands folded loosely in front of him. but try as he might, there remain a number of nuances he can't fully comprehend, and the confusion from before only digs itself further onto his face.
corruptors? sinners? all groups have their own epithets of course, but to choose such unflattering terms for something that something the general populace has no control over seems....unfair, to say the least. though perhaps there's something he's still missing about all this. )
This...Mania. It is not something that most choose to be infected with, yes? Is there no cure for it?
Do you make a habit of expressing your insecurities to people you've only just met?
[ Archer didn't say anything about Fuuta being an idiot thug (though he may very well make that assessment by the end of this game). He set a boundary because he doesn't want his blood drawn. It's as simple as that.
Archer accepts the bite with an unchanged expression, and once Fuuta is done, he promptly rolls his sleeve back down and closes his cuffs. ]
It's my turn.
[ He picks up the dice, rolls them, and.... 'TICKLE' 'NECK' is what turns up. ]
[ She's pretty close to being royal back home too. "Modern day royalty" might be the term she'd seen in a trashy sort of magazine once. She had often felt embarrassed to admit things like that to people she met here but it seems she's not alone in having been privileged. ]
You did? [ She pauses. ] My family does have staff back home... So I'm not unused to have someone else cook for me. [ It's the norm for her in fact, hence why she has little clue in the kitchen. ] I think that's why I've struggled with learning so late.
That's admirable of you to want to do that for yourself. I often wish that I'd had the courage to be more independent in my past.
[ That, of course, earns another little indignant bristle. ]
Haa?! Who said anything about insecurities?! [ It was definitely an insecurity. ] Anyone would've gotten annoyed by that! What kind of person would wanna get accused of wanting to hurt people, huh?! I'm just saying I'm not that sorta scumbag!
[ Never mind! However much his opinion on this guy might have eased up from that not-quite-slap to the ass, it's going right back down; Fuuta reinforces his assessment of Archer as an annoying asshole, and that ornery thought is written all over his face as he glowers at the dice result.
Tickle neck. Fine. Easy enough.
Luckily for the eardrums of anyone in the near vicinity, he doesn't bother yapping anything in immediate response. Instead, he sighs before reaching up to undo the collar of his dress shirt and tugs it open a bit, better baring his neck for a touch. ... and as he waits for Archer to move, it suddenly occurs to him that he has no idea how tickling he is there. It's been a long, long time since anyone's deliberately tickled him. ]
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