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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.
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....it isn't like I sleep much around despite being stuck here for five months. But, I get it. (not much, anyway. how she maintains her spade mark from saturating was more or less by chance, but it isn't as if she was that experienced. the few people she's friends with and slept with aside (thank god she keeps her mouth shut, she isn't going to tell lappland she slept with three of her friends) she's done her share of hustling through the usual penguin logistics way. the problem is that doesn't pay for everything.
she might as well take that subject change, she's got a feeling anything further on that is going to get bad. come to think of it, there is a lot of bird themed places. too many. enough that cellinia wonders if the house has a thing for puns from the sheer number.)
It gets worse. There's also the Glided Cage, Great Tit, Birdbucks, and the library is named Swan Lake.
(the idea is there, honestly, on what they might have been going for with names. texas only knew of the glided cage right away because that was where she was brought to at first. then she wound up seeing aak there being made to act as a servant....not exactly a face she wanted to see, either. anyway, her eyes look over the window of the bedroom lappland is at then she makes a face, what kind of aesthetic is that?) Whoever decorated that one needs to rethink their job. (luckily, the one texas peeks over at beside it seems to be decorated more with luxury. deep reds, luxurious couch and bed, and lit candles in it.
....second thought, never mind, now she notices it half looks like someone took rose petal aesthetic too far after noticing there are a lot of them flung around.)
[ Hell yeah it's fashion time. He has zero room to comment on spoon placement, so he smartly doesn't. ]
That's the best game plan I can think of. There was a dessert table that looked pretty promising. Who knows, you might even get some use out of your prize that way.
[ This is not a self-serving suggestion. He does not have an egregious sweet-tooth. Gesturing towards the grand exit, he steps off the platform in his own festive confetti trail, leaving the attendant to beckon some other new soul into the maw of the technicolor beast. Spin on, you crazy diamonds This 5★ husband is out. ]
With how that went, I'm wondering if the dancefloor is rigged too. Mind if we take the long way around?
Zoro listens closely as Weiss shares her knowledge of the place. He's grateful that she isn't withholding, and his tone becomes 5% friendlier because of it. Maybe he won't make fun of what sex toy she identifies as. "How do I collect cards?" he asks curiously. His expression grows even more intrigued when she reveals that snooping around might yield results. "Has anyone found it yet, that you know of?" A pause, then he adds: "Is there something you're looking for?"
A loud laugh escapes him, he can't help it - Weiss is entertaining with the way she gets worked up from hardly any effort on his part. He doesn't bother protesting that he didn't technically call her a loser, because his own single braincell perfectly understands her logic. He'd been encouraging her to lose, after all.
He does look surprised at her answer. "A whip? Is that a sex toy?" He'd been thinking more traditional - things that can be inserted, not things that can be used for torture. It reveals something about his own experience with toys (that is to say, none until he'd come here.)
After he's heard her answer, he grows serious once again, facing the house of cards. It's starting to look precarious, and he narrows his eyes as he surveys the table for the best option. The skill required here is the opposite of what he usually relies on; finesse rather than strength.
Slow, steady, calm. He focuses, lifting a card away carefully, holding his breath until he can take a few steps to safety, slipping back into his chair.
"Have you ever had a sexy encounter with chocolate sauce?" He snorts at the question, looking up at Weiss as he shakes his head. "No. As Sanji would say, we don't waste food." Then he goes quiet as he starts to imagine it, and... well.
He'll snap back to reality whenever Weiss speaks next.
[ He really wasn't! But his cheeks remain pink all the same, and Fuuta gives a hard huff before rising to his feet and stepping forth to close the distance between them. And, like. While their respective positions -- him standing, Archer sitting -- doesn't exactly make it easy to fulfill the task, he just ... goes for it.
Yes, he's going to bed over a little and just. Grab at Archer's chest with both hands. While craning his head back a little like he's expecting them to explode or something, even as he extremely awkwardly squeezes a little??? What the fuck does 'fondling' even entail, anyway. ]
[ relax, she's not going to kill anyone just because texas fucked some people. probably. she'd probably just about assume texas must have been fucking that angel or that idol or even that forte in that little delivery company of hers, or maybe that she'd done so at least once. the blonde one looks cute after all, especially in that opera gown.
... which, come to think of it, has some amount of similarity in the evening dress lappland is currently in. hm. ]
'Great Tit' is at least somewhat cute or clever. The others I can take or leave. [ maybe she's somewhat a hater. ] Or I'd like to leave, anyway. [ all things considered, of course, she's not exactly thrilled to be stuck here. even if texas is around. but, maybe, she can't complain as much when texas is around. she peers alongside to the next room, nudging her head next to texas', ] Hm, this one doesn't seem half as bad though!
[ actually she doesn't mind flowers at all. kind of cheesy, but harmless enough. and she's actually somewhat of a romantic in her own questionable way. ]
I've been known to win a fight or two. [ The statement sits on his tongue heavier than he'd like it to, betraying the playfulness with which he'd said it. It's an easier way to disperse the sensation of eyes on him. ] But if no one's paying me to, there's not a lot of reason to consider it.
[ Of course, even without meeting the man's gaze, he's still understanding of physical tells, the shift of the mattress and the sheets, the sound of skin being touched to alleviate tension. ]
Unless you're talking about the other reason why we're here. Presumably.
[ He slaps a hand down to catch the card against the table as it comes sliding his way, and Fuuta gives a dismissive little sniff as he flips it over. ]
I bet it's not even a big deal anyway. [ Then reads it. Blinks. ] -- oh.
[ Pause. ]
Really? [ Huh. The guy looks fine? Maybe he's a pain to deal with, or something.
Though, sorry Gregor, even that doesn't earn you any immediate sympathy. Fuuta gives a little 'hmph' as he sets the card back aside, face-down, then leans up to start fetching his own card. It's only after he's starting making progress on that front that he speaks up again, as brusque as ever: ]
Whatever. It's not a big deal. And it's weird when guys make a big deal about that, anyway. [ He says, when he was (and still is) just as self-conscious and flustered about those sorts of matters himself. ] Besides, that'll probably change pretty soon now that you're stuck here, so. Whatever.
(surprisingly, texas hasn't. not once with the other girls in penguin logistics, but that's also left unmentioned. maybe that isn't too surprising, or maybe it can be a surprise. though if she did think of sora due to the similarities in dresses, that's also unknown. cellinia likely wasn't helping much given she was wearing a full-blown costume meant for a carnevale. well. was wearing one, given she did have to replace it with a much easier to remove suit to come back in.
lappland being that much of a hate again won't surprise texas, though. she might complain about some of the food, and texas won't quite blame her for it after hearing broca ranting on for once over it. or rather, seeing it while she scrolled the network on occasion.) It's a dessert shop, also. Though I don't eat there much, I've been trying to practice cooking. (the thought trails off when her head gets nudged aside for lappland to get a better peek in the room. it is cheesy, admittedly. the owners of the hideaway must have been going for that sort of romantic vibe is her best guess, but she did blink slowly. now that caught her off guard. best not to say anything at being surprised lappland could like something leaning into cheesy romantic.)
This one then? We can probably request things from the staff if anything springs to mind before we go in.
(and after, she guesses. they did seem that accommodating for their guests and players of this game.)
[ It feels ill-begotten, to have anyone confessing anything to him that's not won or beaten out of somebody. But his is a violence nurtured by necessity and he metes it with the same intention. Forgiveness is less practiced, the urge to give it weak in his throat. He breathes it out, the sound of it catching and flickering. ]
Show me one person who always gets it right. [ Not a dare, but a quiet insistence on the idea of it, pressed like hope into the harsh lines of his body— that no one is without fault. ] And I'll show you a miracle.
[ ... ] You don't need to go to a dessert shop, Texas. If you want something sweet, I can make it.
Just as long as I have access to a kitchen, anyway.
[ just saying. she'd so casually show up with millefoglie or chocolate just on the chance she'd bump into texas in volsinii, the only issue is if she makes something it may as well be a coin flip between a lavish patissier's dream or if it'd look lovely but actually be texas' least favorite flavor. such is the risk when dealing with her.
she opens the door and casually waltzes in; petals aside, it's not as if she's terribly picky when it comes to wherever she'd like to fuck someone in, especially if it's texas, unless it's amazingly egregious. but it might be the siracusan in her, she does rather like luxury and dark colors and drapery and candles and something at least a little mood-setting, to an extent. an attempt made for mood. ]
What will you request of them, hmm?
Go on, let's ask for your favorite sex toy. We'll make it a somewhat pleasant experience, just maybe.
"Turned into monsters...?" Zoro mouths the words quietly, confused and a little alarmed by all the bombs Luffy is casually dropping. He should be used to following along with his captain's stream of consciousness manner of speaking by now, but coupled with his confusion about the resort, it's a little too much today. "I... have." He nods slowly, briefly recalling the times he'd tracked down a pirate through snowcapped hills far away from home.
He's even farther away now.
"...what!?" Zoro stares at Luffy, sure that he's misheard him. Luffy must have meant something else, with the way he's always mispronouncing important things like Wado Ichimonji. What rhymes with 'had a lot of sex'?
"Why?" The question comes out before he can decide if he really wants to know the answer. "Are you guys in love or something?" Because he assumes Luffy means just among the three of them, and not... everyone else, too. Maybe they are all in love if they're playing house together in Nami's room. It makes him feel a twinge of something he isn't familiar with. He pointedly does not inspect this feeling.
"What do you mean, she has a room? Why does she have a room here?" Oh, he has so many questions. Enough that he forgets to protest, simply allowing Luffy to lead him towards the food. He looks at the decadent spread suspiciously. "Maybe this is all laced with aphrodisiacs," he says, raising his eyebrows at Luffy like that might explain the lots of sex they've apparently been having. He pauses at the mention of booze, sorely tempted. The stress is making it real hard to resist. "Maybe just one drink," he relents reluctantly, grabbing a bottle of beer and popping the cap off with his teeth. He takes a big chug, nevermind that he's now drinking on an empty stomach. He's sure it'll be fine.
[ He's prepared to call a spade a spade, but calling something what it is happens to be a bit different from looking it in the eye. Famously, not his strong suit. ]
It's Lighter. [ A straightforward answer. ] I have some experience with winning over a crowd. Not in this context, of course...
[ But what is he used to in this context? Not much. Spotting the table in question, Lighter makes his way over. He does have some reservations about how well this is going to work, but Sunday's grip is convincing enough on his collar that he goes with it. Gently, he leans over into the little nook, slipping Sunday's legs free as underneath the table as he can get them so he doesn't immediately float away again. ]
S'pose if I'm going to keep an eye on you, I should ask your name in return.
[ He's not NPC-coded, so it's probably safe to engage. ]
Not interested? Tut. [There's the small click of Miko's tongue against her teeth as she tsks in disappointment that her little thought experiment won't be entertained. She could sit here for quite some time and examine the possibilities... but, she supposes with a little burst of something that meters between disappointment and longing, capitulating too much to the unending revelry will make that time feel stiff and unmoving. Oh, well; she still has no doubt that this seemingly unending revelry, too, will fade.]
You must really want to play, too, if you're so eager to cut to the chase with no embellishments.
[The dice tumble in her hand with another pleasant little crackle before she lets them spill out and roll across the surface. Pinch Ear. Miko's own ears, tucked close to her hair and a near-identical shade of cherry pink, flutter slightly. Shifting a little in her seat to give her the reach and range of motion, she extends a hand to run the back of it up the side of Red's head until it finds an ear.]
May I? [But she doesn't immediately catch the cartilage between her nails, even if and when signaled to proceed. Instead, she skirts the ridge of Red's ear, tracing it between the first and middle finger so her nails just barely tickle. Then, she strikes. There's no electro running a real current through her fingertips, but the pinch is sharp and precise, with the same brief bite of a static shock.]
If anyone ever gives you shit about it, just leave it to me. I’ll take care of it.
[ is that a threat.. he sure is pounding one fist into his hand. But wow, what an incredible gullible guy who is easy to take advantage of. This place might actually eat him alive in that regard.
Though, he does perk up at the mention of monsters. ]
How big of monsters are we talking about here?
[ Because on top of being from a world that coincides with monsters, he’s definitely killed them with his bare hands. Not exactly his proudest moment anymore, but it was at the time. ]
You don’t gotta hide it, man. I have plenty of sex appeal and I know it!
(as risky as that is in some ways, she did offer already that much. a perk of starting off in the high life, a decent suite being something that texas got. maybe this spares texas a little of the trouble were they to be there together for the long haul. she's more likely to attract attention because of her own rank, being near royalty meant the staff would give her plenty of that. they'd answer her questions, her requests, and just about anything else she needed (were it something possible to do for them for her rank) from them.
cellinia however, doesn't trust them. not as far as she can throw them before she pauses at the door, a foot in and thinking about it.
it is a nice room, but it's not like they can complain much. any cheesy or gaudiness aside, they did do a good job at the decor. texas can admit she isn't quite picky herself, but it was nice to have a decent space for these things. the colors set the tone, the mood. from lit candles to dimmed down lights while after a moment she finally:)
Why don't I request mine and yours, then both?
(might as well go the extra mile for this, texas knows what she'd request for herself. it would either be a wand or a bullet vibrator.)
[ actually. she should probably be hiding low, after what craziness she'd gotten into back in the garage. smashing a guy straight into a pillar and probably getting confronted or chased by security detail... hilarious if she'll have to watch herself from the staff of the resort here, but honestly she's just about considering how much of an ordeal it'd be if she simply kills her way out of being apprehended.
and her little stunt in the garage definitely put her in the hole finances-wise, not that she cares terribly much about funds. but it's true, staff probably won't listen to her. ]
[ The fever breaking would be a blessing in so many ways. While there are a number of newer "guests" that still seem to have the drive and interest to get out, the long term residents have long since seemed to given up, and something to shake people to the core and make them push harder would be good.
But Nehan's not entirely wrong. While Broca's stomping around still looking for cracks in the wall (figurative or literal) to bust himself out of here, all the stuff that is tossed his way in the meantime does not tend to unsettle him in the way it probably should.
A big portion of that has to do with who he was before even coming here, but unless he'd actively been trying to hook up with a stranger in a seedy bar, he probably wouldn't let someone just reach over and casually fondle his chest. Here though, a flick of his ear is about all the party squeeze earns.
It's the words that seem to bother him more, his expression tightening and his tail flicking in agitation. ]
Some do.
[ It's not an easy task, and it's not always involving sex, but he knows his share of people who like to pester. ]
Probably. Though they listened to me back then until I tried running away from being an auction prize.
(those markings of silver thorn vines that were wrapped around her arms weren't exactly....helpful. to put it simply. texas was given a different treatment from that, they used those to force compliance while also ensuring that she didn't escape the casino. by doing that she couldn't even use her arts too, that was another issue she wasn't going to mention just in case. then again, it didn't help that she had some other stuff happening earlier that would remain unsaid.
anyway, cellinia wasn't too bothered. she's been making some of her chips back from her recent stint of buying christmas gifts for people she knew and thought about in the resort. she's even gotten a couple herself that haven't been shown off yet. as for what lappland might request, there's a few things that come to mind. might as well name off the few that came to mind.)
A strap-on, a clit sucker, or a vibrator? (likely one of those bullet ones that cellinia thought of asking for, but if she were made to guess any others....that might be harder. she hasn't quite gone that far with looking into toys, either. she knows the classics, the basics, but not anything harder past those. if it were something leaning towards a different direction, though, that would take her time to think about.
or to look up on her watch to see what it looks like, since that conveniently is their means of accessing anything online and their bank accounts.)
Well running is one of your many talents, cucciola. [ just saying, as someone who'd probably borne the greatest brunt to it. how definitive it was, for texas to have dueled her twice for the right to flee the homeland the first, then fight for it the second. there aren't, genuinely, any bitter feelings--
or if there were, she'd resolved to sever them after that second duel. she idly considers whether she'd run from being sold at an auction and... probably not, honestly. she'd probably try to make her buyer's life a living hell instead. ]
We don't necessarily have to start off too hard, unless you want to. But at the very least I want a strap. [ what can she say if she wants to fuck the woman she l... she's obsessed with, however much she may or may not remain so. how difficult it is to sever the feelings that defined her entire life. ]
But if you're feeling really adventurous, let's go for all three.
[ ...ahh, being fixed in a gaze not unlike the gentle caress of a spiked bat upside the head. Truly, just like home.
Lucky that his skull's thick no matter where he crashes. ]
Uh. A little? [ Lighter answers as if he's paring the bitter rind back from the genuine sentiment beneath. Like, he's really thinking here. ] It's more like... the implication seems sad, more than the lack or dust or wear itself. You know?
[ He reaches out to the nearest glossy hood, tough fingers skirting its seam. No dirt, no fingerprints, no cactus spines. Not even a little creature living in there, damn. ]
The whole point of a ride is the freedom to go somewhere. It's a shame that it looks untouched.
[ There are other Implications at work here, but. Let's talk dust. For now. ]
[ ... wow, he's actually pretty strong? robin isn't going like, full ragdoll on kizuna but it's certainly a pleasant surprise. then again, the feeling in his legs isn't exactly quite there. something about stiff and cramped he feels even when he's in prime carrying position, so it's probably for the best that he's getting aid in this way.
the top of his forehead nudges against kizuna's cheek while he closes his eyes. right. this is much more comfortable than a car, even a nice one. ]
Anywhere that isn't here.
[ because there's certainly commotion going on around them. he trusts that his husband would know somewhere appropriate for them. even if that somewhere is just in his arms for a second or two longer. ]
(she did snarl (at being called puppy) for a moment, no, no. she'll rein it in. good thing she wasn't looking behind her while they were discussing this, this is still supposed to be their time playing the game. even if the thoughts there for texas to ignore her designation. she likely could. but that's a thought for after their request is fulfilled. all three? she's already thinking about if all three would be a good idea. given texas did consider a vibrator already, that would mark that crossed off.
two out of three might be a better idea, but she's already been making bad decisions throughout this week and across the evenings. so, why not? it's a rarer chance that she could actually not have to worry about certain struggles with intimacy. with if she's doing too much due to differences in herself and whoever her partner was for that moment shared.)
Maybe save the clit sucker for later, but I'll still request them. I already thought about getting a vibe or wand, so I'll count the vibe as mine.
(that should be enough, unless they did add the wand to it. she's already waving over one of the staff members if they're done. texas already plans on after this trying to find a meal that isn't spiked with aphrodisiacs, a week of partying is going to make her more hungry the longer it goes on. and the longer that she's active in other means from the games.)
[ Pulling his arms free while Scott has the water, he hums at a pleasant (if not disbelieving) timbre and leans against his shoulder. ]
Okay, I trust you to tell me the truth.
[ Kizuna could do worse than mirror Scott's certainty in him.
And naturally, his brusque demeanor and tendency to insult first are traits that don't lend themselves well to being the life of the party. Unfortunately, Kizuna knows his personality is exactly the sort that the resort likes to grip and twist the most, wringing emotion out until it bends to their will. That Scott still has this much fight in him comes as a relief to Kizuna. Maybe it's why he can't help but stoke his bravado at every turn.
It's also a bit selfish of him, but he can't help it, indulging in how familiar it feels so rarely. ]
But it's still important to stay hydrated and take care of yourself, even if you haven't gotten up to anything scandalous. For once, we've gotten some pretty generous party favors. You should indulge while you can.
[ Wei Wuxian tilts his head in acquiescence because yeah, he supposes that's right. Something about being stolen away from what he knows and waking up in something unfamiliar doesn't really strike him as foreign anymore. Even though the last time this happened, he was still in his own world, at least. ]
I've been here a few days now, the shock has worn off.
[ Not that there was much to begin with. Wei Wuxian is too infinitely curious to let panic get the best of him and so, he wanted to learn more about the place than anything else. And he has. Lots of things. About the intent of the House, as Aventurine calls it, about the way people live here, about the ghosts (which isn't that an interesting thing, to be surrounded by ghosts and yin energy in a place like this). He also is aware that the food isn't to be trusted but what is he going to do? Not eat? So far, any effects he's had haven't been detrimental and so, he's going to keep eating.
And if the congee has made him feel anything, it's a bit warm but that's it. Nothing he can't handle. Maybe they really do want to cure his hangover. ]
I'm Wei Wuxian.
[ Might as well get introductions out of the way, when it's clear they've both assessed each other aptly. ]
But oh, oh. That's flirting. He can tell when he's being flirted with, of course. So, there's a bright smile there and he looks pleased as punch at the outcome of the question.
But off they go, moving on to the next. The staff member's explanation is helpful though and so, he tilts his head, considering. Introvert or extrovert... well, he knows Lan Wangji is an introvert for sure. So, what does that make him? An extrovert? ]
I think I'd be an extrovert then. I like meeting new people, talking to them, being around them. I do need my own time alone sometimes but not as much as some people I know.
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