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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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[ There is a groan here, equal parts exasperated and distressed as he's poked with the fork. Again. And again. And again! God damnit. His eyes snap open when the fork is about to come in for another go and he rolls out of the way quickly, leaning up on his elbows and shooting a glare at Seimei. ]
I'm not dead!
[ Would be ironic if he was though. ]
Surely you can tell the difference between a napping person and a corpse, right?
[ Well, that's an easy enough explanation. He's been interested in these games since he spotted them and wanted to play but, well, he was kind of exhausted so. He napped. Found his second wind. And now he's back to it!
He'll pick up the set of dice on the table in front of them, inspecting the multiple sides and reading the words silently to himself as he goes. Okay, yeah, he can see how this could be embarrassing. ]
... Alright. Then, do you want to play? I won't force you, you seem a bit, er, uncomfortable.
[ Or exasperated? Just — not enthused about it and he supposes if you've been here for a while, that's the type of reaction you might get. ]
We could always just talk.
I.... FEEL THAT SO HARD 🤝 but yes!! let's shake off the hibernation together 🥹
[ After Xiao Xingchen takes the bowl of congee from him, Wei Wuxian watches him for a beat longer before moving to go back and serve himself some congee as well. At the same time, he listens — though his thoughts swirl. Clearly, the man is blind. The similarities strike true but is that enough? Ahhh, he probably should just introduce himself then. He's not apprehensive of Xiao Xingchen, the same way he was with Xue Yang.
But Xiao Xingchen is asking a question and Wei Wuxian is happy to answer it. Xiao Xingchen will feel the bed next to him dip a little as Wei Wuxian takes a seat next to him and he gives a hum of thought. ]
One of the rooms, as far as I can tell. Not anywhere specific. This certainly isn't my room but I haven't been given one yet either. I only just arrived in this place a few days ago, right before the party. So, I still don't have a "rank" assigned to me either, I'm a wildcard, it says.
[ He takes a spoonful of congee into his mouth after, glancing towards the other man curiously. ]
[ Most of what Wei Wuxian drinks is sweet grain wine instead of grape wine but he's down to try everything. So, his answer is simple — ]
Whatever they have, I'll drink! I know it's not the same as what I have at home but I'm interested to try it.
[ Still, it's good to know there's a lot of varieties here. Maybe he can find a jug of Emperor's Smile with enough searching.
At the introduction, Wei Wuxian considers the name, trying to pronounce it. ]
Sylvain Gautier.
[ It's a little off, clearly he speaks a different language, but he tries. He's also confused about what to call him. He said Sylvain first and then added another name. Which is the last name, which is the first, and is that his courtesy name or his birth name? Ah, names sure are confusing in this place! ]
I'm Wei Wuxian. It is nice to meet you, Sylvain Gautier.
[ He says it brightly, cheerfully, patting Sylvain's chest again as he does. ]
[ Wei Wuxian has no reason to lie. He might not want to divulge his own secrets completely, not want to share his history with demonic cultivation, but cultivation itself is nothing to hide. He is a cultivator at his core, has always been one, will always be one, and he doesn't want to pretend he doesn't know what type of things lurk in the dark here. Better to be armed with knowledge than nothing at all.
So, he can be both things — a silly guy and someone who knows how the world works. He hopes to be both things, he has lost his joie de vivre before as the Yiling Patriarch and he has fought hard to get it back.
He finishes the french toast he was eating then, picking up a piece of bacon to bite into it as Sunday speaks. He chews, listens, swallows. That isn't an... unfair assessment but Wei Wuxian does wonder, with the amount of people who have been living here for a while, what will they be able to figure out that the others haven't?
Still, the man wants to see ghosts and Wei Wuxian can introduce him to some ghosts. ]
Mm, well. From what I can tell there are something like living corpses here — people who have long since died but don't realize it. But usually they're in their actual corpse, rotting away. There's no rot here, they seem fine from a distance and it's only after sensing their energy and looking a bit closer that it's clear they're not... living.
There are also fractured spirits here. Like the ghost hands. No full bodies, just embodiments of parts with their own intentions. I would need more time to understand the types of entities I'm able to summon here but if you want, I can call something more basic now. Have it do something for you.
[ It would be no issue for him, though he doesn't know what he'd command it to do, thus the statement. ]
[ HEY.... he is so normal. The normalest. Ignore the necromancy.
But either way, onto the next question and he looks a little stumped himself because, well, exactly what Dan Heng said. He has a few important people in his life. ]
And yet... you're only supposed to pick one. Can you narrow yours down?
[ He thinks he might have his but. Well. It's an odd thing to admit out loud. ]
I'm exceptionally funny, but I'm not making a joke right now.
[ Nope! A name is a name is a name. He is not trying to lie or pull one over on Fuuta. He's just following his own practices as he knows it. But then, Fuuta finally replies to his question and he looks delighted, not having expected to return to it. ]
... Oh! [ Physical transformations. Interesting. He's going to add that to his little mental pile of Magic That Can Happen Here and keep it in mind. ] What happened to your horns and tail? Did they just disappear?
He fucked up. He fucked up! He should have been more attentive, should have stopped thinking so much and instead given a name, even if it was a fake name. But no, he's been caught in this limbo of being unsure he could keep up the lie and not wanting Xue Yang to know who he is. If he's here for a long time, if he's here and gains a reputation for himself — eventually, Xue Yang will know Wei Wuxian is counted among the guests of this hotel. He can't hide from him for too long.
Shit, shit, shit.
And then he knows he's giving himself away too because his eyes widen at the question, caught off guard, and though he knows he should be asking what a cultivator is, that feels a little fruitless too. Ugh, Wei Wuxian doesn't really lie. He's too bold, too self-important, too secure in himself to come up with tales when he can just ... play chenqing or call in Lan Wangji if he's in danger. Neither of which he has here.
Ughhhhh.
So, he asks the most important question, revealing in turn that he knows exactly who Xue Yang is. ]
Are you going to kill me?
[ Despite that, he offers up his knee. What a stupid game. ]
[ LISTEN........... he might get along with Childe, ok.
Maybe it's fair to ask, but less fair to pass the buck and make Neuvillette answer first. But he really doesn't want to answer, though he knows he'll have to if he wants to continue to play and hopefully win this game.
He'll wait for however long it takes for Neuvillette to find his answer though and when it comes out, he looks a bit sympathetic. A lot sympathetic, actually. He knows what it's like to lose people close to you, knows what it's like to feel like if you just did something different it wouldn't have happened.
So, Wei Wuxian bows his head slightly, giving his understanding to the other man. ]
I get it. Sometimes even when we approach life while trying to keep a clear conscience, there are moments where that's not enough. Where the bad thing still happens.
[ A pause and he's quiet for a long moment before he confesses — ]
I lost my shijie that way too. It — it was an accident, but if I had just...
[ He trails off, growing quiet, unable to say what he wants to say. A soft shake of his head and he sighs. ]
There are some things in life you just can't fix, no matter how good your intention.
[ It — it tickles...! There is something of a giggle there as he's kissed on the chest and he squirms a bit but when Broca pulls away, Wei Wuxian gives a grin, flushed.
Ah, this body really is too sensitive. He misses his old one every day. ]
[ Wei Wuxian will absolutely want to know more about Sizhui's special person when he realizes there is one. He hasn't yet put together the pieces of "this is a degenerate sex hotel" and "Sizhui is in the degenerate sex hotel" which must mean "Sizhui has had sex in the degenerate sex hotel" — solely because the thought of Sizhui having sex is still a foreign one. He would not judge, no! It's just, well, Sizhui is still something of a baby in his eyes. His A-Yuan...!
For now, there is the mystery of what Sizhui turns into though, that's something to listen to and take in. The answer about pucas helps because that, he didn't know, but a tiny shape shifting rodent ... well, it might be cute. The dragon is still better though. ]
I'd love to see it.
[ He's excited about the opportunity! But, ah, right. The explanation comes and that really does send Wei Wuxian down the path of "his A-Yuan is having sex, oh" and there is a complicated set of emotions on his face for a moment before he lands on acceptance. Sizhui is old enough, more than old enough now. He accepts it. ]
Right. A form of worship for the gods, that's right out the old stories. I hope it wasn't too... difficult for you.
[ The Lan clan precepts, after all. They have rules around that sort of thing. ]
Now Beowulf might not discriminate but one thing's for sure is that Wei Wuxian likes the muscular. He likes being manhandled and likes a partner who is strong enough to take what they want. It's just one of his many quirks. For now though, Wei Wuxian is going to keep kissing Beowulf as he settles fully in his lap, rocking his hips up into his hand as he feels his cock harden even more. And when Beowulf moans, he seems immensely pleased with that and himself, licking into Beowulf's mouth with eager swipes of his tongue in order to make the kiss deeper.
His breath will come a little shorter after a while, growing breathless from the kissing and moaning softly into Beowulf's mouth to show how much he likes it. When the kiss breaks and Beowulf pivots to his throat, Wei Wuxian lets his head tilt back to offer it up, his fingers clutching the back of Beowulf's hair, the other hand braced on his shoulder. He doesn't even mind being marked up because that is very much another thing he likes.
He laughs a little breathlessly at Beowulf's words and a smile curls over his face. Now, he's not a big fan of spanking but anything else, he's sure to enjoy. He wonders what Beowulf has in mind. ]
Even if I've been nothing but a good boy this whole time?
[ He teases, he's teasing, pulling his face back to look at Beowulf's with a wink. He'll lean in to kiss his cheek, innocent as can be, before just lingering with his mouth almost touching Beowulf's.
[ No, Wei Wuxian does not recognize the name, the eyepatch, nothing like that. But in the same vein, he doubts Matoba will know the name Wei Wuxian when he finally introduces himself. They've gone this long without exchanging names though, what's a few more minutes?
He watches him finish his bread, not familiar with what a croissant is, and tilts his head in understanding. That's a familiar enough story to him too, but he didn't expect the reality of it. Though, there's no saying that's actually what's happening here either — just the most likely.
What are you going to do Matoba asks and Wei Wuxian looks thoughtful, licking some of the bacon grease off his fingers when he's finished with the strip he's eating. ]
Mm, nothing yet. I don't know enough about this place to do anything. Yin energy isn't inherently malicious, and if the ghosts here really only care about, well, sex, then what's wrong with that?
No, just like you, I'd like to know how this would benefit me as well.
now it's my turn to say look away from the time stamps
[ seems the only thing she could get offended by is the slight, because the fact that texas runs is the truth. the flash of teeth from lappland is all the more return of a challenge--at this point, neither of them might refrain from confronting the homeland. but texas has a lifetime of avoidance she's sure wouldn't be broken so easily.
it really is so bitter. ]
Make it a nice fat knotty one for me, if you will. Let's see just how much that pussy could take. [ the flash of teeth, the lash of her tail, the sudden flare of her scent; somewhat more in the mood from a snarl, from being pinched back then. sex isn't supposed to be something so pleasant with her, for the most part. she could just about approach it as if a fight, in which there's a winner or loser.
and fucking burns a nice amount of calories for working up an appetite after. ]
( amazing how easily she can tell that she did something wrong, even when the impression's made in bas-relief, with no real form or substance to base it on. she doesn't need to sense emotion to see it anyway, from his large gulp of burning top-shelf liquor, or the way he grips his glass for that single instant, forming some bloodless white line across the meat of his palm before he sets it down.
all easier things to read. but not nearly as easy as chivalry can die when this young man goes through at least four out of the seven stages of grief with one shake of his head.
she... thinks for a moment, standing there, awkwardly quiet and a little guilty as aki commits through his array of vices in record time and holds a cigarette box for her to decline with a soft no, thank you. he's so transactional about it. she's had business dealings with agencies that had more emotion. his poker face is rather impressive if the other little tells didn't give him away. )
I... don't really intend to slack off on the clock. ( she offers earnestly, coming to a decision after a moment of regarding his hunched over form. she probably means it by the way she's collecting other empty glasses to pile on top of the tray she now sets on the counter, heavy enough to wonder if she's really got the arm strength to bring it back with her to the kitchen.
when she eventually goes back anyway. because she slides into the bar stool next to aki after she finishes tidying up, her feather trail of skirt flaring behind her like she's coming to perch. she's looking at... the vibrator... and then to him and then back again, in that order. like she's deliberating with him how best to dispatch a poisonous snake. ) But part of my job description is to entertain guests, I guess.
Three hours, is it?
( or so she surmises, from the countdown she might've glanced at his wrist. )
[ Content to let him lull in his arms, Kizuna steps away from the car, dutifully shutting its door behind them. Goodbye, disco ball... party on. ]
Hmm, in that case~ [ Spinning a little on his heel, the motion controlled and soft enough so as not to jostle his precious cargo, Kizuna begins to march off through the rows of cars. Focusing on one soul's emotions is much easier than spreading himself too thin over the din of the garage and all its misplaced arrivals. ] I think I know just the spot.
[ Reaching the elevator, Kizuna patiently idles while he waits for it, stepping in and quickly hitting the button to seal them in the silence alone. Sorry fellow patrons, wife comes first. ]
But it's a far way to go by elevator. You can relax here though.
(bitter or not, she knows better than to feel slighted by pointing out how often she runs. she's the escape artist of them. the girl that can disappear at the drop of a hat, capable of turning crowds into looking at her if she wanted to. because her words were nothing to sneeze at whenever texas does use them. she isn't theatrical like lappland, but there is a certain charisma to it that speaks louder than most would have realized.
whatever, she'll get that strap for her. though it's a flash of teeth from texas in response, a near growl given when the staff member she called up stands there awkwardly behind her. they didn't catch it, not the scent between them. not the way it flares in excitement that normally wasn't seen in texas during her stay across the months. nobody else has wound her up in this way. enough to growl, enough to feel agitated when:
"M-miss Texas? You called for me?"
awkward tone, awkward voice and confusion. concern, but it interrupts for now while she gives the request. the vibe, the knotty strap, and clit sucker. her suit mark is burning again at the idea of her "fighting" in encouragement, a demand for her to teach lappland not to mess with her. normally she'd ignore it (she's debating on it) but it's tempting her in that way she's staring again. teeth flashed out again like nothing interrupted her earlier once they leave.)
If they have one, I'd be surprised.
(she'll play, this time, as the mark burns. seethes, pressing into buried down emotions and desires again. because she hates bending knee to anyone, anything, this is entertainment to whatever higher being loves to fuck with her. she'll do it, but she won't stand for following along entirely.)
Sooo, you're saying if you knew me, you'd take orders from me?
[ Duly noted! She'll just have to keep that in mind, even if he is a little annoying. Sometimes you need an underling, especially when March isn't here to gang up on Dan Heng with her.
[ a roll of her eyes--not exactly at texas, but, ] Any sex club worth their salt should be able to get their hands on one. [ or, well, maybe not exactly. but this is some silly interdimensional kidnapping hedonist casino sex club or whatever, so she's not going to try to make much common sense out of it. anyway it's not as if she herself makes a habit of purchasing dicks when she's more concerned with, say, killing for hire or search-and-destroy missions or considering what to do about the matter of homeland.
she's a busy woman, or maybe she barely is. but if she's truly stuck here for the time being, she supposes she has time.
her hand goes to take texas' chin in her grip; her claws are sheathed by the black opera gloves she wears, but regardless there's hint of sharpness to her fingertips as her eyes near glow and she steps into texas' personal bubble, her tail stiff behind her, the demeanor of an alpha wolf just about daring texas to challenge her. ]
Now if you're an annoyed little pup, recall that chance dealt you that unlucky card for you to submit to me.
The only question is if you'll even be good at it. [ her grin baring fangs, the sharp of a beast's smile. ]
[There's a shiver that runs through his body. The feel of lips against sensitive skin and the resounding snap of his control that comes with it. It's so easy to let everything tip over, make a mess, and not regret it when it comes to Kizuna. The way Kizuna's praise washes over him; seesawing between a blanket to an envelop him or an electro shock to his libido. There's no mistaking the man's arousal.
And, really, wasn't Kizuna purposely encouraging it. It really takes a lot of him to not just grind down against that leg like a dog that just wants to rut and Kizuna can practically see the way that Wriothesley was calculating the entire location around them and what was close by.
It pays to learn the lay of the land for times like this.
Which is why he starts to drag the other away from the open space where they were dancing. He knows there's a stairwell nearby. Is it a little seedy? Probably. It's not romantic by any means, but somehow it's perfect for quick relief. For two impatient men who want something a little more than just a dance while giving the illusion of privacy.] You sure know how to rile a man up. [And he's eating right out of Kizuna's palm.]
You want people to know that bad? I'll make sure you look the part when we come back. No one will be able to deny what happened. [He glances at the other as he licks his lips, a grin showing off those sharp fangs of his.]
[ Good boy, Sunday. He's a fast learner, recognizing the futility of standing between Stelle and her own outlandish plans, however inadvisable they may be. But in her estimation, it's a better option than wasting time trying other ways to break out. If brute force doesn't work, then they can consider their other options.
(Drinking booze.) ]
Huh? No, but you're not just going to sit back and watch while I have all the fun, are you?
[ This is a privilege?? Scooching forward, Stelle crouches on the limo floor, grasping one end of the mini fridge with both hands. ]
[ This may not exactly be her forte — yet (threatening) — but Stelle is never one to back down from a challenge, even unconventional ones. Especially unconventional ones. So despite her warm cheeks, she flashes a fierce grin in return, before at last pulling her hand away from the second die. ]
Licking...chest! [ Okay, that's not so bad, actually! She's got this. ] Start unbuttoning, buster!
[ A brief pause, as she scrutinizes his outfit a bit more closely. He sure does have a lot of layers on... ]
( ooc: sorry for the delay!! I wasn't able to manage finishing my app for this round, but hopefully if the desire keeps up I'll try next round! so if you'd rather drop this thread for now or anything, pls feel free no hard feelings ♥ )
Intense... Yes, I could certainly see that. The energy here carries an ugly sort of force along with it.
( He won't mention his brothel experience, but it hardly matters, anyway. He takes a sip of the drink he'd grabbed, glancing down at it. It tastes fine... )
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