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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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[ what's nicer than giving people exactly what they ask for!! and the begging — that was lappland's idea too, the shirking of that blame onto her almost egregious enough for w to open up her mouth to protest as much. too bad all that leaves her mouth are those keening cries that keep rising in pitch the harder lappland rubs into her, the harder she pinches and the nastier her prospects become.
barbs bite into wolf flesh and just the taste of diseased blood beading down her tail sets her whole body aflame. there's not a part of her that isn't pink and burning, her leg as good as boneless as it bars against her chest. lappland's got her folded up into a quivering bite-sized piece and all she can do is get wetter, her cunt easing the way for the still-rough friction of fur and flesh she's far too eager to hold herself against. submitting to whatever could sound like such a tempting idea when she's so close it hurts, but that renewed ego lappland's sporting is like a big red flag waving in the air, too obvious for w to not want to use it.
her chest seizes as lappland takes her tongue, her lips pursing delicately around her fingers. it's all she can do to suckle them desperately as her hazy eyes fix on lappland's, her throat flexing as she swallows blood and spit with a hungry ferocity. if lappland wants her to beg, she'll have to rip her fingers from the eager vacuum of w's mouth first and escape the sweeping chase of her tongue. w's just past the point of caring if she drools all over herself doing it. ]
Like this... [ she purrs, her fingers bearing into the small of lappland's back when she feels that hardened burr of flesh push against her tightly-clenched hole. there isn't much more that she needs and she makes it obvious by needing it so painfully, by opening up around it and holding lappland til her knuckles whiten and pulsing still-wetter every time she rocks her hips, her jaw yawning open in the agony of being so excruciatingly close. she can beg, or at least mindlessly babble while she rides the impact of it to howling orgasm: ] Fuck me, cum inside me, fuck—! Give it to me, gimme a nice, fat nut and fill me up and fuck me, Lappland, just like this, fuck me...
[ Red sputters for a moment and then reaches over to grab the dice and gives them a roll, trying to ignore the way her ears burn. Embarrassing. The dice roll and clatter and- ]
...kiss elbow?
[ She isn't really going to complain, but man that's a weird result. ]
Archer wipes his hands when he's done cutting the banana and sets about brewing the tea. It will take a few minutes to steep properly, so he makes her plate and sets it on the provided tray in the meantime. Once he's satisfied the tea is ready, he pours a cup and moves back to the side of the bed with her breakfast in tow.
It's entirely irrational, too, but seeing even a sliver of the bare skin of her back makes him want to withdraw. Not because he's repulsed - but rather because he isn't.
It's a feeling has to master and bring to heel as he offers the meal to her. He looks at her face instead, and there are...so many questions. And yet, he can't seem to settle on one. ]
[The stomach grumble cuts through some of the awkwardness and tension at least. Jing Yuan lets out a light chuckle, finding it endearing.]
No apologies necessary. It's not a surprise the situation would make many find it difficult to work up much of an appetite.
[The taller man finds himself looking at his young friend as he says that, and his thoughts idly wander. Likely Dan Heng has been "working up" a few other things with people.
It was the nature of his place, after all. His thoughts linger on it, picturing it slightly— Dan Heng on his hands and knees, his back arched, slender and pale...
He can't linger on it. It makes something in his stomach flutter, his blood warm. Jing Yuan can't do much about the half-chub he's started to get (difficult to avoid, Dan Heng was rather lovely) but it was best to avoid his thoughts getting him more excited.]
Pardon me, but I think this is unavoidable.
[Jing Yuan lets go of the blanket, giving up on modesty. Now his dick, thick and hanging heavy beneath the fluff of white pubic hair, is on full display. The faint pink of a blush dusts his shoulders now, but Jing Yuan rounds around the table and begins to pick out his own portions.]
[His mouth parts, at first wordless, like he doesn't know what to really say to that. He... are they even insured? Probably? Or maybe not, because weird casino in the middle of who knows where. But also, he has a feeling that the owners wouldn't actually care. Would that be the purpose of doing this in the first place?]
[Ooooh. Now there's something different. If nothing else, Akira's already successfully changed Chobe's motivation. He doesn't really care about who's coming to greet them. He's more than confident in his ability to murder them all in a few swift moments. Nah, what's far more interesting is Akira's reaction, how will this little fledgling of a thief handle such a situation? A brat willing to cheekily mouth off to an admitted murderer, drive him around, and recklessly laugh just mere moments before--is this his line? Or is he just a naive joke of a criminal after all?
Chobe's itching to find out.]
Oh? Come on now, ain't ya curious to see who's steppin' up? Plus, I'd be keepin' up my end of the deal! I said if ya answered my questions, I'd help ya kill whoever trapped us.
[A favor for a favor, as far as he's concerned. His grin remains sadistic as ever, his next actions hinging on Akira's response.]
What, don't tell me you're scared. Cuz that ain't the look of someone who wouldn't fight back.
[Sunday is silent the entire way, eyes lingering on the crowd around another fallen guest — the laughter, lightness and indulgence shining through in their actions, fully uninhibited. It is far from the first instance where he's felt other in this establishment. He is so different from what it seems this place encourages, he wonders what sort of cosmic mistake was made in drawing him here.
The man carrying him is kind and obedient, even deferent, as they enter. Sunday is aware what these sort of rooms are reserved for, but he doesn't bring attention to it, and neither does his... rescuer.]
Then until it does, I'll stay here. [It's almost impossible not to be — aware, in an enclosed space, of the arms still strong and steadfast around him.] I don't want to trouble you further, if you could set me down at the table. [He'll just? hold onto the edge for dear life??]
What you did before was impressive. You certainly impressed the audience. May I ask your name?
[Rude has a lot of questions that he keeps tucking away to bring up later whenever they're done. First the game was keeping him on track, and now he's thoroughly invested in Aventurine and making him cum for reasons entirely unrelated to the first thing.
He knows it's the right choice when his toes curl and he lowers his head further. Rude only reconsiders not still having his tongue inside him, but something about the way he can feel Aventurine tense around his fingers is deeply satisfying. The sounds he makes are just icing on the cake while he works his fingers in deeper, his own cock aching in jealousy.]
Yes... and you look cute like that. [Rude adds, his other hand coming down to give himself a little bit of relief. He leans in again, sliding his tongue back in as he strokes himself, using a lot more saliva than necessary with each lick over his hole, and every time he nudges inside.]
Yuyuko Saigyouji | Touhou Project | new player (better late than never orz.....)
I [ Ghost hands. That's hilarious? Yuyuko watches a few people get tossed into the room and stifles the laughter bubbling up. ]
Careful with them, would you? They're more fragile than they look!
[ is she talking to the ghost hands, or the people? it's not clear at first. At anyone righting themselves or trying to free themselves from some handsy ghosts, she offers an arm if they need some steadying. ]
Are you alright? I didn't take this place as a host for poltergeists, but I suppose it makes sense. They didn't pick your pockets, did they? Poltergeists can be quite rude, sometimes. I think it's the energy being state of mind. Difficult to calm down, you know?
[ She's......talkative. Whether or not they seem to understand what the hell she's talking about, she keeps chattering excitedly. ]
II [ Well, she never says no to a stupid game. And this looks exceptionally stupid. Yuyuko takes a minute to actually read all the words on the 12-sided dice, frowning a little. ]
Some of these potential combinations don't lend themselves to particularly enticing things. "Suck elbow." Or "sniff ear." Is that on purpose? Was there a comedic factor intentionally built into this game?
[ Whatever the answer, she shrugs and will hand over the dice to whoever she's talking with. ]
Oh, do go first. I'd be remiss to not to let someone more experienced take the lead.
[ And also she just wants to see what stupid combination they get. Get a good idea of what she'll be expected to do before she makes an idiot out of herself in front of a crowd. ]
[While Tohsaka's hands are busy trying to smooth out any folds or wrinkles in her dress, they immediate halt when her vibrant blue eyes catch the movement of Robin's wings. While she is, at this point, familiar with people who have animal features... wings by the face is a new one for her. Rin's stunned and curious staring means there's no recoil or attempt to bat away Robins hand when she hesitantly reaches out.
It's a bit of soot, but a mark of Rin's own making. As Robin will soon learn—]
Caught up in it? No, no. I caused it. I was trying to get out. I mean, are you content with staying here?
[The thin sheet Rin is using to cover her front falls from her collarbone down to the tops of her breasts as she lets her legs return flat against the mattress and her back against the headboard. One hand rises to grip the sheet to keep it from falling any further, but her other takes Archer's hand before he can retreat.]
You should eat too. If you're not in a contract you'll need to supplement yourself.
[Delicately her soft thumb pad drags over the warm-toned skin at the back of his hand. Silently marveling at how solidly he is. How unlike a dream this is. That makes it real, right?]
[The moment seems to drift to a standstill. Nothing moves — his surroundings are made a pale glaze of color and light, the goings-on of the lounge and its inhabitants like shadows on the wall, silhouettes carved out of someone else's dream. He doesn't see any of it, only watching her, the woman in front of him with dark hair and a soft, cherub smile. Robin.
He doesn't breathe. He thinks the horror of the realization would be enough in these circumstances, but part of him wonders if she is an illusion he's cast on himself. Every night he's slept he has dreamed about her, after all — even before he ever woke on this world. It would be better if this was another of those dreams. They would still be separated, and she would not be here.
He moves before he registers it, hand coming out to grasp the woman's wrist. He is wearing a pair of suede black gloves, but he can still feel the real, tangible warmth of her skin through its palm.]
Robin.
[Silence falls in, the gasping of some desperate last breath. He maintains his disguise, but now it's less of a performance for her than it is the rest of the room. No longer thinking, he pulls her up, out of the booth, and begins to tow her away. Even shredded by the indecision of the moment, Sunday knows above all else that he cannot stand to leave his sister here alone in this place. In this outfit. Yet his mind has stopped at this terrible summit to go no further, and so he just — drags her out of the lounge completely.
It may not look... good, to any watching eyes. The guard at the door turns as they pass, assessing the situation and scrutinizing Robin's body language to see whether they should intervene. Then again, one of them is a waitress and the other is a high-society elite. Should they look away?]
You might just be receiving a Lappland special treatment, patata. And if you want to get your filthy paws on womens' feet so badly let me give you a tip, the ladies prefer a little more delicacy than that!
[ ah, she loves the smell of heavy body wounds and the sound of crunching bone in the morning. if this even counts as morning. but she has the acute senses of wolves and her ears cock happily in his direction as she lowers her window down fully so 1) he can admire the sound of her metal theme song still blasting from the speakers and 2) she can lean out a little more and admire the sight of car-smashed plant.
all things considered she didn't have the ramp-up to really fatally run him over and as grievous and sociopathic as this shit is, it's still totally nonlethal! he can totally walk it off, whether one leg is gone or not! and she can see his limb transforming... interesting, this guy sure has something up his sleeve, even while crawling at her car like a zombie in some horror movie.
hm, well. she doesn't have a weapon, but she could still... let's say, maybe smash him straight into some pillar or into a wall of the garage.
she revs in readiness to do just that, while her free hand goes to snatch a shard of splintered glass from the window he'd busted. it's not a sword or anything, but at least it's a cutting edge. ]
It does make things funnier when you get an incredibly unflattering combo.
[It also takes the stress out of such a thing to begin with by the sheer fact that it's ridiculous to begin with. Hopefully all of the rolls are complete Nothings, because Kazuya grabs the dice at the other players behest, and gives them a toss....
Fondle, Thigh is what the dice say, facing upwards completely without a care in the world.]
Ideally we get things like this so it's not completely awkward, though.
[He'll wait patiently for her approval before he'll reach out to put his hands on her.]
[the stony expression turns a bit exasperated as the voices and footsteps grow louder. all Akira can think is that there are much better ways to prove that one is a badass than the wanton murder of a few unsuspecting valets and security guards]
Yeah. But I wouldn't be fighting them.
[not in these circumstances, and certainly not with that implicit threat. Akira is not the type who can just stand around and watch while others are hurt, and he does want Chobe to know that]
I steal hearts and desires. Not lives. [a very clear line in the sand] Maybe you're different. . . and that's fine. But right now, I'd really rather not brawl over something as stupid as preventing you from offing a few faceless mooks. Because despite my better judgment, I think I kind of like you.
[extending a hand, palm facing upwards, fingers slightly curled]
[He'll take that small nod as permission, reaching out to press his hand against her thigh, rubbing it lightly before giving it a small squeeze. That's enough fondling, right? He'll return his hand to his side shortly after, using his other to push the dice across to her for her to take her own turn.]
A little bit of an awkward ice breaker, but it's not too terrible. For the most part, anyway.
[ He wants to retreat. Very much so. And he has no reason to think she won’t let him do it. After all…he was her Servant. They fought together, he served his purpose, and that was the end of it. No matter the connection that brought them together in the first place, that was the fate of every Master and Servant.
That’s what he thinks…which is why he doesn’t know what to say when she actually takes his hand.
Rin surely remembers the acerbic wit of her Servant. How his tone could cut a person to shreds. How he was never shy to disagree or offer his opinion if he thought she was making the wrong decision. Or the way he fought like an angry war god to ensure his charges made it out of the forest intact.
But here…he is silent. He doesn’t know how to react or respond to such a simple gesture.
He should pull his hand away…he should. Instead, Archer tries to quell his own internal turmoil and mask it as best he can. ]
…there was no one suitable that I met.
[ If he’s going to have a choice in the matter (and what a novel notion that is, considering), he isn’t going to do so lightly.
The feeling of her thumb tracing along his knuckles is…distracting, and he still isn’t sure what to make of it. He also doesn’t know how to say he doesn’t trust this place or its food or anything about it. That he feels severely…out of his element here.
He doesn’t want to say any of that. So… ]
…I’ll eat something.
well they don't call me adventurine for nothing i guess
( and there she rises, ms. stellaron herself, in all of her panic and energy and humor.
aventurine just watches, for now, until all her energy is spent. it's a particular kind of amusing that feels familiar, as though this is penacony all over again and they're back in the reverie. yes, stelle might have been a crucial pawn in his plan, but for what it's worth, aventurine never really held any sort of contempt towards her. there has always been some respect, admiration, perhaps even a tiny bit of envy, if he ever looked far deep into his feelings and managed to actually discern it in the sea of emotions aventurine never quite allowed himself to feel. )
I think the conductor would be too worried about you to let you sleep that long, my friend. ( he should absolutely ease her worries, shouldn't he?
but let aventurine bide his time, sitting up on the bed. he needs to find his footing too, search within his memories. he's still wearing his pants, though his shirt seems to be across the room. that's something, alongside the absolute confidence he has in himself that he wouldn't have drank himself into forgetfulness and slept with stelle besides.
that's all he needs, isn't it? )
Ah, but if it makes you feel better, nothing happened between us. Aside from the cuddling, of course. But you seemed rather comfortable, and what's some spooning between friends?
[ Yuyuko just bristles a little at the nose honk, but she mostly seems confused. Yeah, she's getting big magician vibes from this dude, but that's not anything out of the ordinary. She files it away in her head under details to remember about people. ]
That's quite the ridiculous combination. [ A little moreso than the ones she thought of. It's not even remotely sexual, it's just stupid, rip. ]
Is that all one has to do? Simply follow the dice's instructions like that?
[Even though Scott's still working on his. It doesn't matter, because he's definitely stealing a piece of bacon in addition to whatever else he said earlier. It's only fair. Only this asshole can make him switch from trying to be 'X-Man Leader' to bitchy teen and back within seconds of each other.]
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