【 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.
[ it's, uh. it's pretty obvious, my guy. but again, she's not here to judge. she can only hope that she won't be into it once the house decides to check her in for the long haul. ]
Makes sense... And it's not like anyone here's in a hurry to fuck, right?
[ You know what? He's going to take it in a good way because he is a vain little thing and loves when people think he's pretty. So, officially, he assumes Clorinde thinks he's pretty. ]
— Ah! So it is your room. [ And he is her guest. ] I wasn't completely sure. I don't have a room yet, you see. Still a wildcard. So, it's very nice of you to offer!
[ A nod here. He's glad to be making friends. ]
It has been a lot though, have you been here for very long?
[ The answer is... about what he should have expected, he realizes. At least it confirms Xue Yang still doesn't recognize who he is and he wonders if it's because of the same reason he didn't recognize Xue Yang initially. Ah, he's going to need to give his name soon, or this paranoid asshole is going to become even more of a paranoid asshole. Phew. ]
I don't personally think I need to be kill—
[ But then Xue Yang slaps his knee and Wei Wuxian, in all his thinking, completely forgot about his low spiritual energy. Fuck's sake. This stupid body. So, even though the slap is something any cultivator could take, Wei Wuxian still doesn't have a golden core and is in the body of a cultivator who did not cultivate one. Stupid Mo Xuanyu. You're killing him here, literally.
Which means down he goes, surprise on his face at how hard the hit feels and how it tips him right over backwards. There's a yelp, he grabs for the table next to them but that doesn't help and suddenly, with a crash, he's on the floor in a messy pile of limbs.
In a very baby whine: ]
O-Owww. Unfaaaair.
[ In that moment, he really misses Lan Wangji, who would absolutely help him up off the floor and rub his head better if he whined enough. ]
[ Pardon him, he just got JABBED with a FORK and is a little salty about it. He rubs at his side, pout on his face as he narrows his eyes suspiciously at Seimei. Don't smile at him, you punk. You're the one who jabbed him!
He shifts to sit up then, cross-legged and looks back at Seimei as he's asked about his sleeping plans. Wei Wuxian shrugs, not really having thought through it too much. ]
Well, it's not like there's many other places available, is there? Since they won't let us out of the party. At least it's quiet and dark under here.
[ Wei Wuxian would love to make up for lost time with Sizhui. It's definitely one of the things he's had as his priority, even before coming here. He just... wants to know more about who he is now, as a person. How he feels, what he dreams about, his life in general. Everything. This really is a good chance for that.
And look, don't get him started on how cute rabbits are. It's a Whole Thing, obviously. ]
I'm sure I'd find it cute, my A-Yuan is the cutest no matter what he looks like.
[ If they weren't under the table, he would pinch his cheek just then. As it is, he just smiles at him.
But then he listens to Sizhui's reply, understanding his experiences a bit better. Alright, that's... good. He's really glad Sizhui had someone to learn from and with. That's what people need. ]
I'm really happy for you. It sounds like you approached a difficult situation with a level head and sensibility. Being able to find someone who you could be comfortable with is really important when it comes to matters like these. Just because it's the will of the gods, doesn't mean you should force yourself into an uncomfortable situation.
[ A pause and — ]
You said three worlds. This world, the first world, what was the second?
[ Wei Wuxian doesn't look disinterested in what Troy is saying, nor does he look surprised. Just curious, infinitely curious. He's almost forgotten the game now, more interested in Troy's story than anything else.
... Ah, he still has to answer the question too, doesn't he? Well, they'll get there when they get there. ]
But are the monsters, ghosts, and strange lights real? Or are they just stories?
[ Because they're real where he comes from! ]
— Also, you don't seem too weird to me but we have only just met.
[ rather than soft, smooth skin, these hands are relatively worn. they cause a bit of friction as ishmael gropes her thigh, callouses rough and uneven. mona doesn't particularly mind; she can discern that this woman has done some handiwork. ]
It is a pleasure to meet you, Ishmael. [ yes, even despite the unusual circumstances. ] I am Mona Megistus, meaning the Great Astrologist Mona.
[ unlike ishmael's nonchalant shrug, she proudly squares her shoulders. ]
Does anyone ever get past that, really? We do have to live here, after all.
[He shrugs slightly. It's not as though the concept of being permanently entrenched in a game of advantages and costs is altogether foreign to him, after all; quite the contrary, in some ways his time at the resort really has been almost like a vacation. At least here the incentives and penalties are reasonably straightforward, and on some level predictable in nature. In Midgar, the knives behind curtains were endless, and so the vigilance had to be, too.]
And how many people here have you found to be like that? Wanting absolutely nothing from you?
[ despite her arrogant demeanor, she does, on occasion, offer her support to others. mona can be fussy about it, though. she finds it difficult to be honest with her feelings if there's nothing to be gained. therefore, she'll most often presents these offers as a give-and-take. it's better than admitting she has a soft spot.
the seriousness of her offer lightens up with what she says next. ]
However, if you do outrank me, then I would be pleased to visit your suite.
[ how will it reflect neuvillette's personality? ]
Well, that depends. I might be inclined to let you — if you forfeit the game.
[He gets to touch, of course. His arms drape loosely over Reno's shoulders and the back of his chair, both steadying himself and boxing Reno in where he's sitting while the rest of him sways and moves. By all rights he's already completed his challenge, just with this, but Rufus has never been one to play any game halfway, either.]
I'll make it worth your while. And when will you ever get a chance like this again, mm?
[It's actually very likely that he will, before long, given the resort and all its tricks. But of course, he's got no reason to disclose that, so why should he?]
[ he is silent for a moment, and in that time, mona takes a few long sips of her tea before placing it to the side and reaching for a plump biscuit. steam unfurls upon tearing it open, and she smiles to herself in her satisfaction. it's as mona is carefully smearing cinnamon-flavored butter into its warm crevice that sunday speaks again.
she pauses, and then lifts out her left arm for him to get a proper look at the symbol imbued into her wrist. the knife is held delicately between her fingers. ]
I was assigned a Diamond. [ sure enough, its shape has been inked into her fair skin, visibly elegant in design and curvaceous. little stars are mottled around it. mona supposes they are meant to represent her passion as an astrologist. ] I believe I received this suit because of my lack of initiative.
[ she snorts softly before resuming spreading the butter. ]
And my first question is a simple one. Will you become my disciple?
Might I suggest this: perhaps you are my date, and for some dastardly reason, only my name was not recorded amongst the listing? Why, the young man at my side won't leave me, will he? We are meant to enjoy this party together.
[ if it weren't obvious, mona fancies the first option. she's quite skilled in fussiness. ]
I'll be sorely disappointed if I cannot join the festivities. A mistake like this one ought be corrected or... I may just tantrum.
[While Dan Heng is having a horny crisis staring at his cock, Jing Yuan is pretty happy to begin eating. He's already started filling his mouth with congee and bacon when the vidyadhara's low, wavering call makes him pause. He tilts his head, following the line of his eyes.]
Mmn.
[He swallows, placing his chopsticks down on the rest on the tray, thinking about what he is going to say. He feels the heat of Dan Heng's eyes on him now— he could shrug off most gazes, but he isn't unaffected by this one. It would be difficult for him to reject any plea from Dan Heng, sentimental and complicated as his feelings are about him. He just wants for him to be happy, comfortable...
Speaking of, he cups his hand over his groin, his big palm obscuring it somewhat.
Dan Heng may be feeling the affects of some aphrodisiac...]
I should've given you more warning. [He'd just thought it would maybe be more ignorable. For a moment, he just closes his eyes, contemplating if he should ask, offer...] Do you need... help before you can eat?
[ Hamel gazes back at him, after staring at the dice.
Well.
I am very sorry to Fuuta, but she promised to commit to this and therefore she clears her throat. Hamel is not a coward, in the end, even though Fuuta must suffer for this. ]
[ Lighter's gaze hones on the striking overlap of their hands, pale and serene laid safely across hot and scorched. His body's been dulled to many sensations over time and he's never paid much attention to it, but sometimes there's a trickle of something a little stronger or better than he expects. Not caught off his guard by it, but... reminded, he thinks.
Of why it is that he understands. ]
Say, Mercie. [ His voice is low and easy, as if he's trying to keep out of earshot despite them being the only two in the room. ] What do you think about this place?
[ Unfortunate indeed, but it's not as though Stelle is quite shameless enough to suggest they shower together yet herself. Or...well, she might be shameless enough to suggest it, but acting on it is another. Her will to acclimate herself might be another cause for her extra bravado tonight; eyes closed, head first, can't lose, right?
She's pretty sure she's heard that somewhere before.
Stelle turns a doe-eyed smile at the taller of the two female guards, batting her eyelashes, even if it's hardly needed. They're well within their rights to be here...and with a word of assent, the guards step aside, allowing the two to pass into the Women's Parlor without any further fuss. ]
Huh. You know, that was a lot easier than getting into the other club. They wouldn't even let me in there!
[ Something about the feral bridge troll aura she radiates, possibly. In any case, Stelle gives the area a cursory glance, brows rising higher and higher. ]
Are those...kittens? And — [ sniffing at the air ] — chocolate?
[ what does she think of this place? too much, is the first thing that comes to mind; too bright. the glitz and glamor embodies everything she doesn't like, everything that she had tried to escape as a child, only to be brought back into again because a merchant thought she could make him even wealthier than he already was.
it's a little sickening—she's seen all kinds of gruesome injuries in her lifetime, but it doesn't make her stomach churn nearly as much as this entire place does. ]
It's very fine, [ is what she settles on. ] Too fine, I think.
[ there's a moment where she looks like she wants to say more, as if debating with herself whether she should elaborate or not. honesty wins in the end— ]
We're in the middle of a war back home, you see. There isn't much left in many parts of the country, so it's a little jarring to see all of this finery... and to be surrounded by it.
( it’s an answer he finds himself unable to disagree with, as much as he would have preferred to. a facsimile of luxury does little to disguise the underlying stagnancy the resort manages to exude within the parking garage alone. mankind has always craved freedom—and so he must begrudgingly grant lighter none other than: ) Five points.
( this is not necessarily enough to bring his score out of the negatives. )
By all means, the vehicles appear to be as pristine as they are pointless. ( ratio chooses to simply accept his be-furred state, here; there are more important things at hand, such as this pop quiz. ) What sort of properties do you then suppose that transfers to us, as their assigned occupants?
( there’s only so much to talk about when it comes to dust. let’s hear those Implications on your mind, buddy. )
[ At the very least, whatever misgivings Stelle may have about Aventurine, his memory isn't one of them; he's way too clever to be forgetful. So unless he's lying, nothing happened, and whether she ought to or not, she does trust him. Call it her Trailblazer intuition...or her confidence that she can handle him in a fight. Emanators need not intervene.
So, that being the case, the only unanswered question is how she got into his bed in the first place — or is it hers? It doesn't really matter, nor does she care, because now that the adrenaline is wearing off, a throb of pain through her head sharply reminds her that she's hungover as hell. How much did she even drink last night? However long last night was?
A long, drawn-out groan escapes her, turning her head enough to peer at him through her curtain of messy bedhead. ]
...but can spooning you cure a hangover? [ yes she is assigning herself to big spoon ] 'M not trying to be my charming self, I'm being so real right now.
[ She never realized before there could be too much partying, but here she is. Lifting her head just slightly with one elbow tucked beneath it, she pushes her hair out of her face with her free hand. ]
Aren't you feeling it, too? Don't tell me you're one of those annoying people who wake up all bright-eyed and bushy-tailed after a night at the bar.
[ Kabru was far from oblivious to how the both of them looked right now. In retrospect, he should have asked the other man to turn around first. Still. it's really not something that bothers him, even if he can see some tension and awkwardness coming from Hiyori as a result. As they continue, he does wonder if he should say something. He decides not to because there's an element to this that is somewhat amusing. Between them both, he's shameless enough to not feel embarrassed at all about the position. ]
It's nice of them to offer us a room. [ Even if he knows what the implications are.
Now it's whether or not he can sit on a couch while still floating into the air whenever there isn't any weight on him. Kabru peels himself away from Hiyori and grabs on to the couch. To no one's surprise, his body starts floating into the air immediately, with only his fingers clutching onto the fabric being the only thing stopping him from sticking to the ceiling. ]
[ When her nails scrape against the sensitive inner part of her thigh, she sucks in a breath between her teeth, half-way to another laugh. Coquelic isn't so pushy and bossy that she can't enjoy a little build up. Briefly, she wonders if she should look for the dice again, though she gets distracted by the next thing that falls from her companion's lips. ]
So this is all about you not losing to me, then... and back to the shy thing.
[ Her gaze turns piercing, analytical, like she's going shrive clean all the overgrowth to get to the true heart of the matter — if that's really what the other woman feels in her heart. Leaning more on her knees, she lifts some of her body weight off the apex of her thigh, pressing their torsos closer together instead, chest to chest, her hands moving accordingly. All so she can look down at where her nails are still dug into her soft skin without getting sidetracked by having her own fun, rocking ambiently into her leg. They were her words, not Coquelic's: if this is about the game, then, she'll force her to put her money where her mouth is. ]
I didn't even see what you rolled, [ She huffs, an obvious taunt on her lips: ] Was that all you needed? Want me to go again, pup?
[ The implication being that she could stop this charade right now if all she cares about is the next roll. There's an undeniable challenge to the lilt of her voice, like she's daring her to tell her to get off and just get on with the next roll. Even if she does do it... Coquelic thinks it'll be fun to put her under her thumb, to force her to utter the worlds aloud. If she's feeling any sort of way about others' gazes lingering on her, she doesn't show it — if anything, she seems completely unfazed by it, as though this is the sort of thing that's done with an audience. ]
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