【 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.
▶ Current characters may top level on the TDM. Any current characters posting to the TDM should note they are current in their subject header.
▶ The top level directory is for new characters only. We want to make sure new characters are prioritized and receive attention! If you would be interested in a game invitation, you can note that in your comment header. This month we also have an ongoing ATP / EMP where players can connect. Please feel free to utilize this for all of your peafowl needs!
▶ If you aren't satisfied with these prompts, please feel free to check out our LOCATIONS to explore more of the resort!
▶ Smut threads that take place on this TDM can be used for rewards. If both parties in the smut thread join the game, you may retroactively apply the character's initial card values to your 52 bank. If one character does not join the game the thread will not be applicable toward rewards (as that character would not have a card value). The character that does join would still receive a small payout for the encounter. Hopefully it was a fun thread regardless!
▶ We ask you to kindly add content warnings to your threads as appropriate.
▶ If you do not currently have permissions and kinks listed in your character’s journal we suggest leaving a note in your top level of any limits or boundaries for other players to reference.
That would be me, since I'm technically your partner for the game.
[ Unfortunate, since he'd rather not get bit by someone he doesn't know, but he's not about to throw the game so soon either. Especially not with such an enticing reward on the line. He'll rub the back of his head sheepishly, leaning in. ]
You don't have to bite hard, just so you know. A quick nip gets the job done just fine!
[ A. K. A, Please don't bite the shit out of him! ]
( the praise is a little weird, as it tends to be with aventurine, but maybe it's the fingers fucking him open, later replaced by rude's tongue again, that makes him not mind it so much. instead, it's almost as though it has made him more sensitive to touch, feeling rude all the better, letting out louder and more honest noises in response. maybe it's his enthusiasm and determination to eat his ass, maybe it's something entirely else. aventurine wouldn't know.
but his body is all the honest, chasing after that pleasure, greed and lust raising his ass high, almost as though he's presenting himself. and for what it's worth, maybe he is. it certainly wouldn't be unlike aventurine. but it's still not enough, not for him. through deep gasps and choked moans, aventurine finds support against the stool, arching his back in a fashion nearly erotic to look back at rude, again. )
If you want me to look cuter, ( aventurine bites down on his lip to hold back a moan, ) you could just fuck me, you know?
[That's his take away from this quip, unfortunately. He'll figure out a brand new hatred for her dialect in the future, probably. He doesn't let up the assault, repeatedly messily stabbing at the window until it begins to shatter, visualizing severing her smug fluffy head.
At least til that music blares out, and Chobe has to reposition his grip from the vibration of it all. He can grasp the concept of a limo but what the FUCK is this??? Probably in any other context he could learn to appreciate it (he'd likely love the metal genre that would be his JAM), but right now this is an assault on his senses, fuck.
But what's even more of an assault is Lappland putting the pedal to the medal and gunning at him again. He digs his claws into the hood to avoid slipping off, only to have his body pinned quite literally between a rock and a hard place. His body squelches as his torso is crushed and he involuntary vomits up what little was in his insides. So much has happened in such a short time, and as he spits up the last of his stomach juices, he lets out a growl as his arm extends, trying to piece her through the windshield.]
[he can't help it; Akira's blase expression cracks as he barks out a laugh]
I'm kidding. Obviously.
[he settles a bit more, snatching the only remaining piece of bacon from his own breakfast for himself. he doesn't mind that Scott has stolen part of it, but he does want something other than the bonbons to fill his stomach!]
Let's just say something about this places makes me want to. . . mmm. [gnaws on the bacon, features thoughtful] Act out.
[ In a real garden you'd at least get theoretically fresh air, though in this place where even the outside is all just an elaborate ruse, Broca can't imagine that it helps but so much. ... More greenery might at least mean better quality oxygen, but that's about all he can say for it.
That and there is something nice because feeling grass on bare skin, but her reaction does not give him the sense she wants to hear those kind of details about his experiences.
He hesitates for a moment at the follow up questions, not sure how much he wants to damn himself here. ]
For some people. Plenty of people still take it somewhere more private first.
[ His ears are so flat against his head, his tail twitching. He's not saying "it doesn't matter to me personally", but he might as well be with that admission. ]
[ IT'S ONLY POLITE!! She's a little too Ye Olde to not want to know. ]
If you say so. [ She seems to think his request is sorta funny, but her tone is sincere enough, so she's not going to disregard it, or anything. She's not much of a biter, anyway. ]
(oh, she thinks, at the first streak of recognition that lights across his face, how he instantly pales under its glow and the many thoughts that must be racing within his mind's eye. of course it's you, because how else could she ever account for this sense of comfort with a stranger? even after years of distance, reunion, separation and meeting again, she thinks she could pick out his voice from a thousand others in a chorus. a sound that could lull her to sleep and then pull her out from the dark in a single breath: her home frequency. the only home she knows.
his grip lands firm, tight enough around her wrist that she should panic if it were literally anyone else. she goes easily from the booth, hauled bodily along on cooperative legs as she blinks through the whirlwind of emotions that rise to the surface with the sudden revelation.
confusion? dread. she's so happy to see him that her heart aches fit to bursting in her chest. how is he doing? not well. she can't imagine that her beloved brother would take easily to the pedantic dirtiness of what the house would like them to do for freedom. not without suffering first for it. and if he does enjoy himself? that would be good. wouldn't it? a maelstrom he can probably feel when they're this close, with his hand pulling robin across the lounge aimlessly. she's resonating unconsciously with it.
funny how she loses sight of everyone else for that blanking moment — until she catches sight of the guard in her peripheral, and the obvious way he inspects them. no, it doesn't look good, but there's the buffer that is the perceived rank between them. robin could try to take sunday by the hand and lead them instead, but a server dragging an elite into a room would be riskier, a picture that they can't risk when her brother isn't in his right mind. )
... please.
( funny. maybe she should balk at the implication, but despite crossing her mind just the once, her other hand lands gently across the back of sunday's gloved knuckles as she tucks in closer, voice pitched a little breathy from his rush. )
[Uh oh, someone's about to slip away...! Hiyori grabs for Kabru again, fingers scrambling up his shoulders and clutching the fabric of his shirt.]
There we go...♪
[He speaks in a soothing tone, trying to reassure the other boy. He's got him! He won't let him float away! Then he untucks his face so they can look at each other again.]
Knowing any sort of magic should still give you a leg up. Where I come from, magic doesn't exist outside of fairytales. Unless you count "singing so beautifully that the audience falls under your spell" as a form of magic. I'm the foremost expert at that. But in any case, if you want to know more about how the resort works, I'd be happy to share what I know. And I won't charge you, unlike some people here.
[It's not a bad offer. He's been here for almost a year, and he talks to a lot of people. He takes notes, too, on what he's learned, keeping them in his room and passing them around under the guise of sharing a "romance novel." But he's also just good at remembering things he's learned. His special skill is "memory!"
Though it really would be better to have that conversation while Kabru isn't floating off the ground, and while they're not surrounded by other people who are also bouncing off the walls. Another guest goes floating off towards the ceiling with a yelp, too far away for Hiyori to try to help them, too. Plus he has his hands full!]
Want to go someplace quieter? As long as you cling to me like a koala, we shouldn't get separated. Or you can try kicking your legs like you're swimming, and then we can move together!
[IS THERE THOUGH? (Yes). But now it's Chobe's turn for his expression to shift. The manic grin sharply dips into a frown, his face wrinkled with disgust and confusion. Typically lesser thugs will try to get in his face, tout their superiority, or fancy themselves far more clever than they actually are, and Chobe can see right through their bullshit.
He was not expecting such a clear cut statement of sincerity. Not from a self proclaimed thief of all people. Lies and wits are your bread and butter in that line of work, being that direct is likely to get your head cut off sooner or later. You show no vulnerability, not to enemies, not to friends, and especially not to someone you just met. What the fuck.]
That kinda talk is how you end up dead, kid.
[His eyes flickers in the direction of the footsteps. A scoff.
Brad still chuckles at it, because this game is funny to him in particular. But he'll lean back in his chair and stick a leggy out. Caress that thigh!]
[thank GOD. Akira's fingers curl tightly around Chobe's, before he tugs against that hand and starts bolting in the opposite direction of their approaching captors]
You'd be surprised at how resilient I am.
[how many people have tried to cut him down? and yet, here he is, still standing proud and tall]
( nothing new there when a bit of open staring has never hurt her before. there's a slight softening to robin's eyes, a dip of her lashes as her wings extend and flutter under rin's obvious scrutiny. here, she considers asking permission but...
well, that ash looks dark enough to stain if left on that porcelain faced cheek. she wipes it off with the thumb of her glove and doesn't flinch as it transfers a mark as black as ink on the white material. )
Of course not.
( easy. sweetly, even. )
I'm guessing you weren't able to make much of a dent in an exit if you're still here...
( is she not even batting an eye that this girl apparently has a detonator of some sort in her arsenal? yeah. )
[ It's less stupid than he may be expecting. Not that she's putting her whole ass into sexy dice and more like she's too much of a drama queen to not make "caress thigh" into an entire Thing.
Anyway. She steps over and leans over him for a moment, but then her hovering hands go to his shoulders instead of his legs, a light flutter as she moves them down. When she does actually get to his legs, she pauses for a half a second.
And then carefully drags her hands over his thighs like she's supposed to. She doesn't draw it out any more than that, though. ]
[It's not really that sexy, and Brad is starting to think that this is more meant to do when people are already in the mood. Two shitlords getting giggles from it is probably not the intended audience.
But hey, money is money and he's not complaining. Yuyuko does his thing and he doesn't mind the touch at all.]
Alright, that's 1 for 1 then. My turn now.
[Then he rolls "Slap Genitals" and he can't help but let out an audible laugh.]
[ Hey, he thought it was funny, that's a win in her book. Yuyuko sits herself back down and is visibly choking down a laugh of her own and hiding her face behind her sleeve in lieu of her missing fan. ]
Forgive me if I opt to skip this one.
[ Someone in the crowd is probably booing. No shame from these NPCs. ]
I'm curious about the ratio of ridiculous to sensible options one typically gets from these. It seems much more likely to roll something quite unusual.
[ wouldn't that just make the mood weird, anyway ]
From first impressions alone? You don't look like it, no. But...
[ her voice trails off as her thoughts go back to her own experiences -- back in the day, she would've freely shed her tears every time one of her fellow mates died at sea, with the ones who were left behind only leaving her alone to cry her heart out.
but it's not like that anymore, is it? she's grown from it like most people, so maybe that's the case for the older man here. and yet. ]
It's more or less like a dam, the way I see it. You can't keep it all inside forever. There will come a day when the floodgates will break, and sweep everyone along in the mighty currents. Including yourself.
[He goes along easily enough, but it's a weird feeling. No smile, but no disdain either. There's an odd sort of familiarity to this, though usually he'd be the one pulling someone along. Hm.
I understand, even the version of you that I know strongly preferred to be called by class. A lot of it is....a long story. There was no grail war, but something different.
(as for the circumstances of said issue, it is not as though karna would presume that the bowman would take his word as true. he is still a stranger to archer as he is currently before him. which makes this difficult pertaining to what he can and cannot likely say. regardless, he did get along with the other man in chaldea so that should be enough. it's not as though karna personally minds (far from it) but he muses more to himself that he should do his utmost best.
being good at this or not, that didn't matter. it is a relief that he isn't going to be in the midst of battle during a party. that and his discernment is useful for knowing when such things were true. so far, so good. nothing to worry about on terms of lies going about their conversation. karna himself just has a personality that leans more into preferring truth than that (though he understands lying for good reasons) whenever he can help that.)
I thought for a time that you were the one that I knew, perhaps not in experience. But I can still tell that you aren't completely different to the one I know from Chaldea.
(though maybe, just maybe, karna might eventually do as he's always done with his joy of fighting and ask later if archer would like to spar in the talon together to stay sharp. he can always rely on him for improvements in his form.)
[there's no verbal reply. only Akira's cheeky smile, which has returned in full-force. it's a sharp and glimmering grin that Chobe is more than familiar with at this point. Akira can't promise he won't get stepped on, but he supposes he can promise he'll always get up afterwards. come hell or high water!!]
[the voices and footsteps in the distance grow dimmer and dimmer. eventually, they'll find their way out of this place, and into a whole new world of glitz and glam. but that is content for another thread, on another day!]
[ texas always gives her the evil eye, even when she's literally trying to help her out in fun or hilarious or god awful ways. so, she's used to it. texas ever being obliging is what surprises her--
oh, and that pinch. she nearly yips like a puppy because that's definitely not something she'd actually ever expect from her; her tail swats as she claps a hand over her mouth. it's almost too embarrassing to admit she'd made a sound like that. there's definitely something up with texas, that she's been so obliging and touchy and affectionate and... if she thinks about it, it's still like a dream that something like this could be happening. she should distrust it, with all the skepticism and understanding and distance that's been between them for years and their entire lives.
but she likes it so much. heat goes to her cheeks as she resists another smack or anything. actually, that's juvenile. she could pay her back in-- ] Seems we select a room and... I could a hazard a guess there'll be some naughtiness expected of us in there.
Last chance to back out before I make you cry and squeal like a musbeast, Texas.
[ sure, she'd been the one wanting to do this, but she likes being a pest and a bastard. all things considered, she supposes if texas really hates the idea of this, she'll give her an out. ]
Not at all. That's what makes the game fun, isn't it?
( not to mention, he would have been just the same too, so it's good to know they're on the same page.
down on his knees goes aventurine, then, practiced and graceful motions of a man who has certainly done this one too many times. preferences might be entirely too lost on aventurine, but he can recognize beauty in people; he hadn't been lying when he said reno is handsome, even down to his legs, pretty as they are. it makes the whole thing more appealing.
he leans down, bringing his mouth to the inner side of reno's thighs, and sucks on it, gentle but firm, certainly with the goal of leaving a mark. when he pulls back, aventurine hums to himself, and stands back up. )
Hope you don't mind I left you something to remember me by. Your turn.
[ No hard feelings, Gregor. You're not the first person whose emotions got the better of them in his presence. J's day job involves getting summoned on the regular by squishy mortals who enjoy dialing up some version of shock and awe when they actually meet a demon face-to-face. So he's well past taking offense. Or at least, it seems that way when J's placid expression reveals nothing of the sort outwardly, despite how Gregor viscerally recoils at the sight of him. ]
What you mean to say is that you weren't anticipating waking up with someone who looks like this. [ Which is rich, when astronauts could probably spot that horror show you call an arm from space, Greggy.
A well-manicured hand gestures over J's front, from his more human upper half to where leonine limbs peek out where his own cinched nightrobe parts at the knee. ]
You can thank The House for the intimate introductions, in case you'd also like to touch upon the pertinent question of how you ended up like this. [ Just so you know. He doesn't need an undeserved kidnapping charge when this time he's not actually the one responsible for whisking a depressed twink into a seedy rendezvous. ( Listen, he had his reasons!! ) ]
Avoid you? [ her head tilts curiously. ] I can't imagine why. You've been very kind to me so far.
[ she's still getting her bearings around the finer details of the resort and its workings, but she's heard whispers of things like rankings and suits. she's seen the way some of the other staff ignore certain guests despite them having done nothing to warrant it. perhaps karna's situation could have something to do with that; all the more reason for her to stick with him, in that case. no one should be left alone in a party, after all.
hearing about the red cardinal does put her at ease, knowing there's a safer option available to them. ]
The Red Cardinal... that's one of the restaurants here, yes? I haven't been able to visit yet, this place is bigger than any other I've been to.
[ honestly, all the decadence and glamor is overwhelming when she'd been raised with much less. ]
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