【 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.
( naturally, the table bristles in irritation, and he can feel the couple on his other side start whispering to each other, as though they think they can somehow force this lucky stranger away from the game itself; with a bright laugh, he swings around himself, putting his back to his new companion and instead offering the man seated closest to him a less-than-gentle rib in the chest, a pointed elbow goaded there. )
Better luck next time, right~? ( with another lofty laugh--but his gaze is working past the sunglasses, as the dealer collects the cards back up again, and as the man next to him rubs at his abused side, he twists again to face his companion.
big pot, honestly. he should take a few of those chips as compensation for his work, but whatever, all in maintaining the peace--or whatever it is that he's supposed to be doing, here. protecting the weak? it still leaves a bitter taste in his mouth, even now, even after a year here aimlessly waiting to be set free.
his hand slides this time to curve over the shoulder of his companion-- )
Let's cash in on our good luck at the bar. ( with a half-sweet smile. ) Come on, upsy-daisy.
( he slides out of his seat so that he can slide behind the stranger, now landing both hands smoothly on either shoulder with a squeeze. stupid move, really, given that he can't activate his technique to protect himself if he's touching someone else, but well: he could still probably put a hole in his new friend quick enough. besides, flirting with danger is more fun than playing card games; he doesn't need the credits. )
[ Sylvain... doesn't really know what a photograph is, but he gets the basic gist of that statement anyway. And yeah, that sounds like Wriothesley, alright.
He chuckles as he shakes his head fondly, then nods in response to that latter question. ]
A bit. The prison, the whole underwater thing. And I've... seen things. From his past. When he was a child. And a teen. This place has strange ways of... dredging things up unexpectedly.
[ He blinks a little, before realizing Ashe means that. he'd assumed he'd either been busy the past few weeks or... well, he hadn't wanted to think about the other possibility, honestly. But he hadn't expected Ashe to be unaware of this place all over again. if that's what he meant? ]
Besides, the casino, you mean? You don't remember this place?
[ Had there been a glitch in the system somewhere? ]
[ There's a smile tugging at the corner of his lips as Dan Heng stumbles over his words, but he manages to stifle his quiet laugh in response. He doesn't want him to think Sylvain is laughing at him - he isn't, but the inexperience and his reactions to it is endearing. ]
Well, your judgement in people might be a little questionable, but I'll do my best. [ It's more habit than anything that has him brushing off the sentiment - he's always been awkward with anything that seems like a genuine compliment. Doesn't know what to do with them, or perhaps never had the chance to get used to them. Even if his year here was doing a lot for that conundrum, but some habits were hard to leave behind. much to some people's chagrin.
His amber eyes are warm as he catches that teal game, and he lifts a hand to skim fingertips back along Dan Heng's jaw as he watches his expression a moment. ]
Close your eyes for me. [ He gives this instruction with a soft, low voice, waiting to see if Dan Heng will do as he says - they are here to play parts in this game, after all, despite Dan Heng's inexperience with such things.
But should he obey, he lets his thumb slide in to brush lightly over the young man's lips, a light caress. Sensation was often enhanced when one of the senses was taken away and he was going to use that to his advantage. Making this a sensual exploration of new territory would at least give Dan Heng some of that experience he wanted to grow. ]
( it takes some effort to parse the words, with the way that she's hunched over; her movements are a little futile in a way that's exasperating, but only in a measure of near-fondness, like someone who tries to push their hair down only for it to keep sticking straight up. some things can't be changed no matter how hard a person tries, and some things can't be hidden no matter how much they should be. he watches, his free hand tapping to the bar as though he's resisting the urge to reach over and help--but then, those wings at her back, what do they remind him of? his fingers arch, pointed up, and he takes another drag of the cigarette instead of reaching out to her.
it's not her real hair, with the way the hairline starts to skew sidelong with her fussing--it's a wig, then, something to cover up those feathers, or whatever else might be underneath.
there's a sort of dry breath, almost amusement-- )
That depends. Is the willing participant in the room with us right now?
( a tease, because it's hard to say. is she offering, or suggesting that he find someone else? maybe they're both circling the obvious elephant in the room with too wide a berth to meet each other unless he asks it a little more directly: which should be easy, for someone like him, but then again, he's never propositioned someone with a vibrator.
another sigh of breath, shaking his head a little before he takes another drag. )
If you want to use it with me, then I'll ask you to take off the wig.
( his gaze slides to her, though he doesn't twist to face her fully, doesn't crowd into her fussing--he's still trying to decide what might happen if he did. )
Not because I care what's under it, but because it's just going to get in the way. It's already in the way.
[ It's clearly not a familiar sort of name to him, but 'Wei Wuxian' is no different to Sylvain, honestly, and he also stumbles a moment over it. Does he just call him Wei?
But for the moment, he just smiles, chuckling under his breath as he guides thrm through the guests to find them a quiet seat at the end of the bar. Of course, there's only one free, so after a moment of glancing around, Sylvain takes a seat and casts a look at Wei Wuxian that is both playful and a hint apologetic. ]
Looks like our ruse is continuing. Let me know if this is too much?
[ And he promptly tugs the other man onto his lap to straddle him instead. Effectively providing his own version of a seat. ]
Do you prefer something sweet, or a dryer, richer flavor?
( as she sat down next to him, reira gave him a soft look as she heard him speak. that was certainly an interesting response- given how she often viewed sex as a way to connect to someone and ease her own loneliness, she was intrigued to find someone who viewed it as a burden. there could be a million reasons why he did, perhaps the scars he had were a reason, but she wasn’t quite sure.
nor was she going to try and pinpoint the reason for it either. truthfully she hadn’t quite paid much attention to whatever flaw he might have had. given she was often judged as a child for being of mixed race, she had more empathy and understanding when it came to things like that.
so she remained silent until he finally introduced himself. it was then that she took his hand gently and shook it before responding. )
It’s okay, no need to apologize. I did wake up naked next to you and spilled water on you after all.
( with a soft smile, she finally said her name. )
I’m Layla, but I often get called ‘Reira’. Are you alone here Marco? Are those people…from your home?
( well now things were sort of starting to make sense to her- but not quite yet. she wasn’t sure how to ask further about that so she’ll leave that question lingering in the air for now. if he wanted to elaborate further on that, but for now she’s more distracted by his kind offer. )
Oh…right, thank you.
(’within reason’. that certainly didn’t escape her, but instead of offering anything in return [as she herself had nothing to give], she decided to start off by asking him for a simple favor. )
I suppose if you run into anyone named ‘Takumi Ichinose’, will you let me know? I’m….trying to avoid them if they happen to be here.
( will she elaborate? probably, so it’s better for him not ask unless he wants an endless rant about how he ruined her life. )
[ He sure does have lots of layers on. Alas. That would have been easier for his slutty outfit later on. But he can make it work.
Still he chuckles as he starts unbuttoning his vest, then moves to the shirt underneath, flipping that mandatory black tie (ugh he hates those) over one shoulder to get it out of his way.
The fabric parts to reveal a muscular, toned torso, various old scars crisscrossing his flesh, his chest holding a scattering of scarlet hair the same shade as his hair. It has the fabric untucked from his tight pants as he tugs it to the side with an arch of one eyebrow. ]
Impatient, are we? Most people at least buy me a drink first.
( it's rare that his attention is devoted to something other than what he's decided to focus on: which means he's stunned, a little, when he realizes that he's gotten bakugou stripped down and he's barely paid any attention to the way that he's now the one that's overdressed.
it's not because bakugou is the most stunning person he's ever seen in his life, though he's definitely stunning enough that he isn't lacking in arousal, or interest, his breath passing from parted lips in a bit of a pant from both the effort and the odd flare of desire that he usually keeps smothered down enough not to notice. but bakugou's scars are worse than the ones that he wears, bad enough that it hardly looks like he would have survived them--and what does that mean? he's already given up hope that bakugou could be from his japan, despite his name; but still, there has to be some sort of deal that bakugou has with something, somewhere, to allow him to still be breathing even with those severe scars.
he wants to touch them, feel the way they curve, try to discover without word what caused them--but there he goes, caught up in it enough that it's a frown on his features when he feels the touch, the command to strip the rest off. )
I'm boring. ( --is what he says instead, though he does lean back, shifting on the bed so that he can skid out of his dress shoes, slip out of his slacks, discard his belt and his briefs over the edge of the bed without worry; he's nothing impressive to look at, in his own opinion, but being naked doesn't matter to him, really. especially since the point of this isn't necessarily pleasure, so much as--
well, that stupid toy, which means that his weight shifts, putting himself along bakugou's side, rather than straddling over him. one hand palms the mattress, the other reaching for the vibrator; he sets it on bakugou's stomach so that he can claim the bottle of lube, next, before settling. )
But not weak or stupid. ( does that get him a half-pass? he almost smiles, the look there in his gaze and then gone again; he's carefully opening the bottle of lube, a considering glance between the toy and bakugou's face, and he's trying not to be clinical, since it pissed bakugou off, which means the words are a little quiet. ) Do you want me to stretch you, or not?
( ooc: i will keep my fingers crossed because i love this boy! )
[ Fortunately for both of them, the bubbly does seem to be wearing off a little finally. Or, at the very least, Sylvain doesn't immediately start floating back upwards. Although he wobbles a little. ]
I don't know about harmless. [ he could have fallen on you, after all! ] But relatively tame in comparisons to some things around here. Are you one of the new arrivals here?
[Not in this context? The same question is on Sunday's mind, soon left behind in favor of the predicament at hand — Lighter tucks him so gently into the booth that the care feels unnecessary, further lengths any stranger should go to for another. It's awkward; he has to loop his legs around the table's base to keep from lifting up, weightless as a feather. But it is something to hold onto that is not another man's body, so he shouldn't complain.]
You don't really have an obligation to me. If anything, I owe you a debt for your aid in that... embarrassing situation. [It's not that serious?] My name is Sunday.
[Both of us with our weird gacha names.]
May I buy you a drink? Or... some other refreshment? Not the champagne, I'd insist. You wouldn't want to be afflicted too.
I have the utmost fate in your coffee brewing skills.
[Honestly, the easiest way to Yusuke's heart- coffee, food and art supplies.]
Nothing much, honestly. However, [his cheeks do dust pink a little,] considering I am being 'picky' - according to the Hotel - my "income" is also on the average side.
[So basically food, paint supplies and MAYBE accessory or two and his money's gone.]
[ Red rolls her eyes. She's not being all that winning in her attitude, honestly, but that's not Miko's fault. Red is just frustrated and trying to work through this strange new place. She snags the dice and gives them a roll. And then stops short, feeling her ears start to burn.
Well, that escalated quickly. ]
Uh. Lick... genitals.
[ She eyes Miko, not quite sure how to move forward with this. ]
...pull your chair back? Or-
[ Her eyes dart around the room, feeling a little flushed. ]
[ Red's fingers pause as she gets a better look at the legs she's kneeling between by now. Then they go back to work. Her eyes flicker up to her with a frown. ]
What's up with your legs? You OK?
[ She might be grumpy, but there's a streak of kindness in her. Even as she undoes one ribbon and then another, working her way through the very intimate task before her. ]
[Those are new ones that Reno hasn't heard before, and one sharp eyebrow quirks up while his whole face turns into a deep frown.]
The food can be spiked? Don't tell me they put some shit into the food and drink that make you willin', even though you actually don't wanna? Cause that's .. that's just so fucked up, [He groans and shakes his head, slowly starting to wonder how to trust anything in this fucking place. But then there was something else that Marco said.] Whaddaya mean, my suit could activate?
I don't know that I would count throwing a mini-fridge through a window 'fun'. [Wet blanket enough to rival Dan Heng, except without the backbone (privilege?) to attempt diverting Stelle's eccentric ideas.] Also, you might want to consider the... repercussions. This property belongs to someone, and if it gets damaged, you may owe a debt.
[Then again, if someone put them here and locked the doors, are they really going to be held accountable for their actions to escape? There are too many variables, and too many unknowns.
Sunday sighs, standing up. Notably... not rejecting her outright...]
What if the glass of the window is constructed to withstand a blow by force? It's an expensive car. You might hurt yourself if the fridge is deflected.
There's a difference between shy and not being an exhibitionist.
[ Red mutters, although she's not doing a good job of showing the difference considering the way her heart races in her chest and the flush in her cheeks. There's a very attractive woman in her lap after all - no, straddling her thigh - and her fingers inch a little higher, despite herself, the pads sliding up and up until she feels lace under her fingers and she's practically got her hand buried against her underwear. Her throat works in a slow swallow. The movements of their bodies just add to the rush of heat in her belly and the faint sense of dizziness that follows her. ]
That's it.
[ She finally confirms with a little hiss. ]
If you don't go, it's my win, isn't it?
[ Not quite an answer. But she hasn't let her go with her other hand just yet. ]
[ Far from offended, the fox is amused. He's used to people not wanting to trust him--with good reason, considering who he is. And more refreshing is just hearing someone be forthright with him. It's pleasantly honest. ]
Oh? You don't think I'm attractive at all?
[ He puts on a mock show of injury. ]
Well, that's harsh. I wonder what great lover I'm being compared with?
[ Seimei keeps grinning, arms crossed. ]
That's fine. There's nothing wrong with just being friends, is there?
[Shot back in curt gruff as Bakugo abandons the area and those still inside. Whether they're sleeping in vehicles, waking up, or wandering around, that's their issue. The valet will see to them eventually, if other guests don't get to it first. When Jae Ha lingers for a last look around the garage, the blonde barks a quick "oy!" over his shoulder, demanding he keep up.]
Unless some other asshole freaks out and starts kicking car doors across the damn garage- [hint hint hint] -they'll be fine. You wanna stick around and explain shit to them you don't know?
[They're not going to know any more or less than Jae Ha if they're new. Any one who does know more will likely be in the same position as Bakugo to assist them. He's not gonna guide the entire mob.]
That asshole will escort them upstairs once they wake up. [Indicating the currently-absent valet.]
Well, there's pleanty of places to look. [So many... She was going to start opening doors and lids. Empty. Booze. Something that she slams the door shut on.
Then she glances over to the front.]
Is there a GPS fitted to the dashboard?
[She'd check the whole van over herself eventually.]
[Naoto was still hesitant. He might have enough money for the penalty, but he was still losing something for her sake wasn't he? But he seemed rather adamant that he'd be fine. Naoto had certainly learnt her lesson too. She was going to stay well away from the tables for the rest of the night.
For now, she frowned up at him. Feeling oh-so short in her borrowed shoes.]
[ Seimei hums at the obviously teasing line, feeling warmer despite knowing Kizuna is being playful. What a charming tease. It's easy to see this man as popular for more than these games. His handsome appearance alone is enough to catch eyes, but he's clever on top of that. The fox can appreciate someone with such skill.
He leans in, cheek resting on his palm as he admires the way Kizuna manages to carry himself with confidence after being ushered into this mandatory party. He looks like he belongs here. Like a king on his throne. ]
I'm at your disposal. Tell me how to play, and I'll try to entertain you until the hour strikes midnight. Assuming whatever enchantment is on this place fades by then.
[ The House has to let them go at some point. He's sure of it. But whether that is overly optimistic or not, Seimei does want to see if he can beat Kizuna at this kind of game for once. He still owes him for their first meeting. ]
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