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【 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
WELCOME TO THE GOLDEN PEA... CAR? ► Thanks to a classic move called “overbooking,” new arrivals aren't being checked into rooms — the front desk and concierge have made an executive decision to temporarily house new arrivals in the parking garage. This may actually not be as bad as one may think! All of the vehicles in the Golden Peacock's garage are luxury; some are even bigger than the basement suites. There are, however, a limited number of cars available. Guests are booked into cars in pairs or sets of three.

► All vehicles in the Golden Peacock's parking garage are top of the line models. While the body style and year vary, their common denominator is that they are expensive. New arrivals may wake up in any kind of luxury vehicle from a zippy little Maserati to a SUV limousine. Guests waking up in larger, party-style vehicles may find the inside bar stocked with booze and snacks. Due to the nature of waking up in cars, they may wake up anywhere in their new ride. Even the trunk!

► New arrivals wake up naked save for a robe, as is standard for the Golden Peacock. This round’s robes are dramatic sets bedazzled with precious gems. These robes are inspired by the 1920s. Some are silk, some are sheer, some are lined with fur. All are over the top. If it has the flavor of old Hollywood or wealth your character can wake up in it. Some lucky guests may even find old fashioned smoking pipes or extended cigarette holders in their robe pockets.

► After briefly being dumbfounded, the valet, who normally has nothing to do, will scurry down with a few racks of clothes. All articles on the racks have been dragged out of storage; the majority of the pieces are old-fashioned or mismatched. All he can do is continue to bow deeply and apologize for the lack of amenities in the parking garage. No one ever comes here!
SUITES DON'T DO THIS!The cars in the parking garage are temperamental. Guests may find doors locking and unlocking of their own accord when they're trying to exit the vehicle. When inside with someone else, the radio will change to a channel playing romantic music. The lights will flicker, dim, or turn off to create some sexy ambiance. They've been in the parking garage for a long time and haven't seen any action in decades. That famous car that starred in Titanic got people to have sex in it. Why can't they!

Some of the cars may act strangely in other ways. The AC or heat will blast unexpectedly, the horn will go off at the least opportune moment, the engine will steam, the seats will spring back without anyone pressing the lever... if it can go wrong in a car, it can happen.

If asked, the valet will explain that over the past few months parts have gone mysteriously missing from some of the cars. Stolen, by no good dirty thieves! But what kind of ragamuffin would snatch car parts in the Golden Peacock? Regardless, he will apologize about the issues. They will continue until those missing parts are returned or replaced.

He will offer a monetary reward to anyone that can bring him any information about the guests that have been stealing car parts. It makes him look incompetent at his job, you see. All he has to do is watch these cars that don't go anywhere! If the house catches wind that they're needing repairs on his watch he's liable to lose his job. He's got four engaged daughters and he's got to pay for their weddings. He can't afford to get fired!



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.
AT THE DOOR ► Guests must adhere to the black tie dress code to enter. Those that show up in less than their best won't be turned away — but they will be stuffed into a rental outfit provided by the staff. All provided outfits are gaudy, flashy, and encrusted with jewelry. Also — itchy. Too much starch.

Guests that do not want to come will be "helped" to the party by the casino's favorite ghost hands. They will be dragged, levitated, and thrown across the resort until they've "joined" the party. Those that wish to opt out will be conveniently overlooked, completely forgotten by both the house and the hands because they, "lack presence." Ouch!

► Guests that wish to leave the party before it reaches its official end 168 hours later will find obstacles getting in the way of exiting. Staff pop out of nowhere to cheerfully guide them over to this new game they must try. Waiters stop them with trays of steaming food that they think they'll really enjoy. Long-standing guests stumble directly into their path and drag them into some drunken shenanigans. The doors will randomly get stuck. While guests can certainly escape the party, the forces that be are determined to make it difficult for them to call it a night.
REFRESHMENTSWHAT THE RICH FOLK EAT: A massive buffet table lines the back wall of the casino. This nod to overconsumption and gluttony features expensive and exquisite eats from land to sea. Everything on the table is decadent; only the best for guests of the Golden Peacock. The servers working the table encourage guests to eat and eat and eat, even going so far as to help them load up their 16 inch plates until they're overflowing. Less is more? Nonsense. More is more.

IT'S GETTING BUBBLY: While there are plenty of libations to go around, there is one special champagne that's guaranteed sweep you off your feet. A few sips of the bubbly will have you floating in the air like you're the grandpa from Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory. Guests that drink the bubbly will become like a bubble themselves, rising to the ceiling and swimming through the air. Unlike Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory, however, burping isn't the answer to grounding safely. The bubbly wears off randomly and without warning, so be careful of falling on another guest or someone's game table.

JUST A PUFF OR TWO: There's a new smoke that's captured the attention of party-goers. This popular new drug is called twig. Smoked from a very thin joint with an earthy taste. Need to add some pep to your step? Twig is the smoking equivalent of two hundred cups of coffee. Who needs sleep? With twig, it's possible to stay awake for upwards of three days without feeling tired. Guests report feeling "brilliantly energized" after smoking twig. However, reports also note that once the high wears off, the user might feel like a deflated balloon that's been run over by a truck. Long-standing guests will encourage newer guests to give it a try. You can sleep after the party, bro!
GAME ROOMS
TRY YOUR LUCK

DIRTY DICE: EVEN DIRTIER A crowd favorite — Dirty Dice is BACK and now it's even dirtier. The creators put their heads together to come up with funnier and more dynamic dice options to keep things interesting for players. While the original game used a pair of standard six-sided dice, Dirty Dice: Even Dirtier debuts a pair of hefty twelve-sided dice.

► The rules for Dirty Dice: Even Dirtier remain the same as last year. Players will be seated at a two-top (though group Dirty Dice games are also encouraged!) with a set of dirty dice. The starting player rolls both dice. The action created with the dice must then be done to the opposing player — however, the rolling player does have the option to turn down the action if they're chicken. The second player will then roll the dice to create an action, similarly able to turn down the action if they're also chicken. Players continue to take turns until there is a winner.

► The first player to complete four actions will receive bragging rights, an extra large chip payout, and the resounding applause from the audience. For low rank guests, winning Dirty Dice: Even Dirtier may also come with an invitation to one of the exclusive lounges.

DIE A
1: TICKLE
2: FINGER
3: KISS
4: SUCK
5: CARESS
6: SLAP
7: FONDLE
8: PINCH
9: LICK
10: BITE
11: SNIFF
12: GRIND ON
DIE B
1: LIPS
2: THIGH
3: CHEST
4: ASS
5: MOUTH
6: ELBOW
7: NECK
8: EAR
9: NIPPLE
10: GENITALS
11: KNEE
12: NOSE


SEX TOY ROULETTE Come one, come all, step right up and try your luck with Sex Toy Roulette! Several giant roulette wheels (an ode to our favorite morning TV show, The Price Is Right) are waiting for those brave enough to give them a spin. Sex Toy Roulette is a game of chance that comes with risks and rewards. Are you daring enough to give it a go?

► Sex Toy Roulette is very easy to play. The player steps up to the wheel, grabs the handle, and gives it their best spin. Whatever the needle lands on when the wheel stops is what the player wins! Lucky ducks might land on one of the fabulous instant prizes which can be claimed immediately. Less lucky ducks land on one of the sex toy options.

► If the needle lands on one of the sex toy options the roulette manager will give the player the corresponding sex toy. The toy will sync with the player's Watch and begin a countdown of 4 hours. The instructions for further steps are also transmitted to their Watch: Use this sex toy in a sex act with another guest within 4 hours.

► Players that complete the game and use the sex toy within 4 hours will receive no penalty. They also get to keep the sex toy. Yay!

► Players that do not complete the game and do not use the sex toy within 4 hours will be penalized. Not only will a substantial amount of chips be drained from their bank account, guests may experience a sudden and intense suit flare. Wildcards may randomly experience symptoms of ANY SUIT.

1: BLINDFOLD
2: CHOCOLATE SYRUP
3: PADDLE
4: DILDO
5: INSTA-PRIZE
6: G-STRING
7: CLIT SUCKER
8: ANAL BEADS
9: ELECTRIC TOOTHBRUSH
10: INSTA-PRIZE
11: MAGIC WAND
12: GUN

13: A REGULAR SPOON
14: VIBRATOR
15: INSTA-PRIZE
16: ROPE
17: BALL GAG
18: FLESHLIGHT
19: BONDAGE TAPE
20: FLAVORED CONDOMS
21: INSTA-PRIZE
22: BUTT PLUG
23: GARTER BELT
24: KNIFE

25: NIPPLE CLAMPS
26: INSTA-PRIZE
27: LEASH & COLLAR
28: RIDING CROP
29: SEX DOLL
30: BEN WA BALLS
31: CHASTITY CAGE
32: ANKLE CUFFS
33: COCK RING
34: INSTA-PRIZE
35: CUCUMBER
36: HANDCUFFS

► Guests that land on INSTA-PRIZE may select from the following prizes:
  • An extra-large chip payout and money box experience. Stand inside a narrow box and enjoy being showered with the bills of different cultures across the multiverse! Dollars, yen, euros, yuan... you name it.
  • The royal experience. Travel around the party in the coveted Pure Gold Peacock Palanquin. Enjoy 24 hours of topless servants and constant hand-and-foot service. All of your commands will be obeyed.
  • Select from an assortment of luxury watches, necklaces, earrings, and other expensive articles of clothing. Cashmere, pure silk, Mongolian wool — high quality items for keeps. May also select from appliances that would not be normally found in low rank suites.
  • A brand new car or motorcycle!!! Yes, the car will have to live in the garage, but it's all yours. Winners who choose a motorcycle may ride it around the hallways of the resort.

  • ► The specific details of the sex toy a character is given is left to OOC discretion. For example, if you choose to land on "vibrator", you may have your character given any kind of vibrator. Have fun!

    1 or 11 Down the hall from the main hub guests may find a clandestine room with a silvery sign on the door — ARE YOU 1 OR 11? Crossing the threshold brings a different atmosphere from the card tables and slot machines. The game manager stops every person that comes inside, offering four cards and asking the new player to select one.

    "This will be your role inside Lovers' Hideaway," she explains with a smile. After selecting a card, the player will be guided past the velvet curtains to join in the amorous atmosphere of a silver-studded lounge with several private bedrooms.


    1 or 11 is a game of dominance and submission. The four hidden cards offered at the door are all Ace cards. The specific Ace card that the player draws indicates their role of either Dominant or Submissive. For the rest of their time inside Lover's Hideaway that is the dynamic they are expected to play. Players will win a large payout after any intimate D/s encounter.

    ► A player must redraw every time they leave and return to Lovers' Hideaway, so it is possible to play both dynamics.

    A♦: ACE OF DIAMONDS — 1, Submissive.
    A♥︎: ACE OF HEARTS — 11, Dominant.
    A♣: ACE OF CLUBS — 1, Submissive.
    A♠: ACE OF SPADES — 11, Dominant.


    ► The rules of 1 or 11 are otherwise very relaxed. Doms and Subs seek one another out inside Lovers' Hideaway and find mutual satisfaction together. The staff of Lovers' Hideaway are happy to provide any amenities that the couple would like to use in their play.
    HOUSE OF CARDS Ladies and gentleman! Do you dare to test how steady your hands are? Are you ready for a new challenge? Come play our new game, House of Cards. Step up to any table with a house of cards and prepare to go head-to-head with another guest in a game of strategy and luck.


    ► Players take turns removing one of the cards from a house of cards. Similarly to Jenga, players must be careful not to knock the house of cards over when removing a card. The player that causes the house to collapse is the loser. A large sum of chips will be transfered from the loser to the winner after the house falls.

    ► Each card has a question. After successfully pulling a card, the player must then answer the question honestly. Questions vary in intensity, ranging from simple inquiries such as, What is your favorite color? to more complicated, Would you betray a loved one for financial gain?

    ► Failure to answer the question or to answer it honestly will register as a loss on the player's Watch. The player will then be flagged as the loser and a large sum of chips will be transferred to the winning player.
    EXCLUSIVE LOUNGES
    ONLY FOR THE FEW

    HIGH CLASS OASIS Being a high rank in the Golden Peacock comes with perks. 168 hours is exhausting, so staff have arranged a luxurious respite for the high rank guests that need a break from the party. Guests ranked 10 - King are invited to come relax in the High Class Oasis. Suit-clad and sunglasses wearing security stand at the door and check each guest's credentials before they're allowed to enter.

    Security are strict about monitoring who is allowed to come into the oasis. They won't even allow a high rank to bring a mid or low rank with them; they won't risk upsetting any of the other high ranks. However, while these security guards are loyal and diligent, they aren't especially smart. It is possible for low and mid rank guests to sneak into the oasis with a bit of ingenuity. But be careful — if you don't walk the high class walk, one of the royal long-term guests might call for security to drag the peasants away.
  • Private bedrooms and sleeping pods.
  • Bathroom featuring showers, bath tubs, hot tubs, sauna, and steam room.
  • Racks of complimentary clothing.
  • Top-shelf bottles of wine, champagne, and spirits.
  • Complimentary cigarettes and cigars.
  • Full body massages and masseuses on call.
  • Birdbucks baristas serving up any and all coffee drinks, on the house.
  • Peace and quiet away from the peasants!


  • HIGH ROLLER CLUB Guests that are willing to bet high and gamble hard are invited to play in the High Roller Club. The High Roller Club isn't for the faint of wallet or heart; everything played inside this exclusive club is high risk and high reward. Guests that refuse to match the high risk energy of the club will be escorted out immediately. Entrance to the High Roller Club is dependent upon the means to bet high. If the dealers judge a guest to be broke and/or a coward, unable to put forth chips and unwilling to bet their bodies, they will be denied access.

    Guests that have been denied access but are caught trying to sneak in will be conscripted into drink service. They will be dressed up in a sexy bird costume and made to serve drinks to high rollers. Think sexy casino bunny, bird edition. Hey, at least that gives them a bird's eye view of how the extremely wealthy (and gambling addicts) play?
  • All games require large bets, either monetary or bodily.
  • Sex acts may be offered in lieu of chips if the player has no chips left to bet.
  • All drinks are complementary when playing in the club.
  • Wins and losses must be large enough to be impactful on a player's daily life.
  • Players can end up in the red, which triggers instant conscription. Players in massive debt will be forced to work in other areas of the party to begin paying back the house.
  • Any kind of game may be played in the club, including games under the "Game Rooms" tab.


  • WOMEN'S PARLOR A pair of eight foot Amazonian bouncers guard the doors to the Women's Parlor. Only guests that identify as women will be allowed to enter the parlor. Guests that identify as men will be blocked by the bouncers' crossed spears. This lounge is a private space for women to relax and refresh during the festivities.

    Like the other lounges, it is not impossible for guests that identify as men to sneak into the Women's Parlor. However, these Amazonian bouncers won't move an inch from the door and refuse to engage with men, leaving little room for persuasion or sneaking. Men who wish to sneak into the Women's Parlor will have to crossdress as women in order to pass the bouncers. It's important to keep up the act, too, lest the long-standing guests inside the parlor realize that men have snuck into their haven and call the Amazons to come catch them.
  • Comfortable couches and sofas; blankets and pillows.
  • A few showers stocked with amenities.
  • Quick laundry service for gowns and pantsuits.
  • Exclusive dessert bar, featuring limited edition pastries.
  • High tea at all hours, featuring limited edition tea blends and mini sandwiches.
  • Running chocolate fountain and numerous dip-able foods such as fruits and marshmallows.
  • Numerous kittens and cats for cuddling.
  • Complimentary shoulder and/or foot massages.






  • HANGOVER AFTERCARE
    DID YOU HAVE FUN?
    A LITTLE AFTERCAREThe morning after the party ends, characters will find themselves waking up with someone else in their bed. Did you go to bed with someone last night? Oops, looks like they got misplaced in the shuffle, but please enjoy this new person. No one should wake up alone after a party — or so the house thinks. Affection and intimacy have been reported to increase happiness in humans and semi-human individuals after an exhausting escapade. Plus, it's heard that hangovers can be torturous. Not that it would know.

    ► Guests won't just be waking up to each other. Waiting for them are trays with steaming hot breakfast and a large cloth bag labeled Hangover Kit. While you're enjoying some coffee and munching on bacon, feel free to dig into the bag and check out what the house has sent for you! Isn't it the best host?

    Please enjoy your complimentary: water bottle; aspirin packs; Pepto-Bismol; Gas-X; Imodium; anal douche; enema kit; viagra; face masks; a box of Bon-Bons; and one (1) random sex toy.

    Have a pleasant sleepy morning!


    OOC NOTES

    INVITES | RESERVES | APPLICATIONS
    BLANKET CW: Alcohol; altered states; BDSM dynamics; coercion; drug use; exhibitionism; food play; gambling; servitude

    ▶ 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.

    ▶ Happy New Year and 2025! ♥
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    suibian: (pic#17623698)

    [personal profile] suibian 2025-01-30 12:02 am (UTC)(link)
    [ He could probably just call him Wei. It's his last name but, hey, it works.

    But for now, he'll let himself be led and notices the same issue Sylvain does when they get there. Huh. Sure is crowded in here. When Sylvain sits regardless, Wei Wuxian does wonder if he should stand next to him when — oh.

    He's pulled forward, into Sylvain's lap and it's surprise enough to get him to laugh, a little amused, a lot delighted. What a fun day this is turning out to be. Wei Wuxian shifts to straddle him comfortably, letting his arms loop around Sylvain's neck and hang off his shoulders, fingers idly threading through the back of Sylvain's soft hair to pet him gently. Ruse or not, Wei Wuxian is enjoying himself.

    He gives a thoughtful look at the question and opts for — ]


    Something sweet, I think. Sweet and crisp, if there's an option like that.
    suibian: (pic#17622195)

    [personal profile] suibian 2025-01-30 12:02 am (UTC)(link)
    [ Well. At least he made Xue Yang laugh, though what he says next is kind of. Uh. Hm. Yeah. Part of him wants to argue, to point out the hypocrisy in Xue Yang's words but he's also well enough aware that Xue Yang knows the hypocrisy but doesn't care. So, he just winces at the second kick and shifts to push himself off the ground. ]

    I'm going, I'm going. Just — give me a second.

    [ Lifting himself up off the ground along with his chair, he stands up and straightens out his clothes before sitting back down. Alright, back to the game. Less talk about killing people. He picks up the dice and rolls them.

    First one is fondle and Wei Wuxian is grimacing already when the second lands on chest. Okay, not the worst combo in the world and he can manage it. ]


    Okay. C'mere.

    [ He's reaching out with his hands, jerking his chin towards Xue Yang's chest. ]

    — And, well. You really don't remember me, right? No clue who I am? [ . . . ] I'm not a Chang, so you don't need to get revenge on me.
    suibian: (pic#17621894)

    [personal profile] suibian 2025-01-30 12:02 am (UTC)(link)
    [ The offer to help comes and he feels a beat of gratitude in response. He hasn't had too difficult a time getting up to speed on the differences of this world and his own, but if this man is someone like him, if this man is Xiao Xingchen, then that would be an even better help than anything else.

    So, he nods before remembering himself and speaks aloud instead. ]


    It's very strange here, compared to where I come from. We don't have... most of what's considered normal here. Very different worlds altogether.

    [ A pause, he eats some congee before finally just offering — ]

    And your name? My courtesy name is Wei Wuxian.
    suibian: (pic#17623913)

    [personal profile] suibian 2025-01-30 12:02 am (UTC)(link)
    [ That. Is a little bit of a weird way to phrase that but Wei Wuxian doesn't judge him for it. Just takes it in and keeps it moving. This game is a great way to get to know people though and he's enjoying himself a lot!

    Especially since it seems like he and Kabru are on the same wavelength. He likes it, and he's interested to get to know this guy some more.

    Which means, he nods eagerly at the suggestion. ]


    Only way to make it fair, right? We're still playing the game but if it's an embarrassing question, then at least you won't feel left out.

    [ Claps his hands together! ]

    Okay, next one!

    [ Your move, Kabru! ]
    laserguy: (let's go together)

    [personal profile] laserguy 2025-01-30 12:06 am (UTC)(link)
    [With breakfast finished and a plan somewhat made between them, Scott soon gets up from the bed as well, stretching just briefly before turning to face Akira with that more relaxed smile. It's small, but genuine, and for a few seconds, he thinks that maybe dealing with last night wasn't so bad if he was able to connect with the other teen.

    He's being dumb. Since when did he want friends and become attached to others so quickly?]


    Scott Summers. [He responds-- before immediately snorting, covering all thoughts with the return of something snarky.] And here I thought it was because we shared chocolate and eggs together.
    reietta: (018)

    [personal profile] reietta 2025-01-30 12:25 am (UTC)(link)
    [ even in their little trip back to volsinii that was more than enough for her to press her ear back to the grapevine of the homeland. the discontent that the famiglia wolves had, the shackles or leashes of control the signora had over the famiglie, over the country. she’d never consider her a famiglia wolf again, but she knew there was a truth to, if anything, the wilderness or desolation that she turned to outside the city…

    every touch, every nip of teeth has a shiver run harsh down her spine. her ears nearly bend back, a whine nearly rising in her throat; not even exactly from submission, just from… want. the desire of her entire life. she didn’t care about being a famiglia wolf, they were both born into the life, but she only wanted— ]


    I’m saying, [ her voice a low snarl, her own hand suddenly fisting into texas’ hair, claws cutting towards her scalp. the other hand going to texas’ shirt to start cutting the threads of her buttons, to start undoing the vest and blouse with careless or deliberate shreds of her claws, ] You ran and you still run from everything. You’re a creature who gets going when the going gets tough! [ it’s accusatory, but it’s the truth. she knows it most of all of anyone in the world, as someone who’d always chased her. ] Real wolves might just fight and bite and tear the throat out of anyone who stands in their way—

    You didn’t even do just that. [ that day, back before the fire. she’s over it, she really is, she could think as such but maybe she can’t help it if it’s the most defining moment of her life. just about the most beatific moment she thought she could give texas everything, and then she was rejected.

    her clutch into texas’ hair tightens; as much as she wants to bite her neck, she wants, so badly, absolutely everything of texas and from texas. the infatuation that defined her. she’d fantasize of pinning texas down or having texas nip her neck just like this… it’s almost everything she wanted but accepted wouldn’t happen. she could imagine texas sinking her teeth in and her legs tremble with how much she desires just that—but her grip in texas’ hair holds her back from doing just that, yet. ]
    blastedass: by bokunoicons @ tumblr (💥 Guilty and he knows it.)

    [personal profile] blastedass 2025-01-30 12:49 am (UTC)(link)
    [if it's any consolation, aki's hands were busy working on someone else's clothes. unless he wants to use his damn teeth for his own, they're staying on until he's done or his partner rips them off at the same time in a tangled mess of limbs. tempting to do the latter; already half naked and his tongue won't stop fucking moving in his mouth from the sight.

    what the hell's this guy staring at? his scars? can't be the first time aki's seen someone with healed wounds before. enough decorate the hunter's body to tell him that. red eyes wander between them, flicking from a cut to a curve of defined muscle to a burn to a plane of toned skin to a pale tear to a shapely arch of pelvis above the stupid hem of his pants. attractive enough he's interested in pulling everything off, screw what initial hands-off plan aki had when he first came in here. the only thanks his clothes are getting is being a tether catalyst for hauling the hunter into his space and making it clear what he wants. taking control of his own decisions. not cause the damn hotel told him to, but because he fucking wants it.]


    Thanks for the warning. [boring] Prove it and I'll kick you out the fucking door. [elbows dig into soft fabric, radiating lines as he craters the bedding to prop himself up and watch a good show. shoes fall away from the bed's rim, pants slide down aki's legs, belt pulled free after the man's already slipped out of his slacks (kinda cute and stupid), and his briefs lastly, leaving him naked without seeming to care. hmph. nothing impressive. whatever he did in his line of work gave him more than scars. lines and curves of toned strength under light skin suggest an active lifestyle if not focused intent. this isn't the work of some damn bodybuilder pumping up for a stupid underwear catalog.

    as aki settles on the bed, he shoves down with his elbows and pushes himself further up it, digging a heel into the mattress rim to heave himself to center bed proper. a small bounce sends his back arching for a moment before he drops flush to the comforter and stretches out, one hand gripping the headboard and pulling to stretch his arm. aki has to chase him up there if he wants to drop the damn thing on his hardened stomach. as the hunter messes with a bottle of lube, he picks up the stupid pink rod and scowls at it, inspecting the thing like it's some problem mocking his face. and tosses it to the side above his shoulder opposite aki for the time being.]


    Good. [strong and smart, huh. attractive. red eyes narrow in a swift snap, catching aki's bare smile swimming through his blue irises. hmph. stretch him or not?] You're not cramming that thing in there raw, idiot. [this is supposed to feel good. he props rolls onto his side, head propped on his hand, and makes it obvious he's looking aki over. head to foot, naked and pretty damn handsome too...] Don't take too long. I'm not some damn bird for basting.
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    [personal profile] empaler 2025-01-30 01:00 am (UTC)(link)
    [ at the end of the day, it's all about survival, isn't it? they all must learn to adapt; some may achieve that quicker than others, just as some who would prefer to observe may not always have that luxury. such is the nature of this place. but neither of them are the kind of people who would settle for being in a position of defeat, and as strange as it may be, a part of her is interested to see how arlecchino's stay will turn out: whether she will aim to raze the resort to the ground before she secures herself at the top of the ranks. ]

    Quite. As well as the fact that you and I are both here at the same time. [ if the resort was aiming to cripple fontaine's defenses, taking her and wriothesley out of the picture would be more than sufficient. bringing the knave as well doesn't align. ] There's something else they stand to gain.

    [ what that is, she hasn't figured out yet. for now, she leans back in her seat, the hand at arlecchino's jaw falling away. but clorinde's hand remains on her knee, waiting to see what combination arlecchino rolls next. ]
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    [personal profile] pyrolyzed 2025-01-30 01:36 am (UTC)(link)
    [ He'd deliberately chosen a table out of the way and started scrolling through his Watch to avoid drawing any attention, hoping to skate by for a while and get a few minutes of quiet to himself before getting dragged back into this mess of a party, and Fuuta can't help giving an exasperated little huff when someone takes the seat opposite him. Can nobody here read the room? Isn't he radiating blatant enough 'leave me alone' vibes?

    At least he refrains from immediately saying anything shitty when he looks up to see who's claimed that seat. -- not a familiar face. But also, more importantly, she, uh, sure is a lot to look at. ]


    ... sure. [ He'd been quiet for a moment, cautiously looking her over, but Fuuta shifts to sits properly after a moment as he rests his arms on the tabletop and props his chin up on a hand. Is he a little intimidated by her aura? ... yes. But also, there's no way he's going to let that show, and so here Fuuta is, feigning casual to the best of his abilities. ] Guess I might as well, since the staff'll probably come bothering me if they see me sitting by myself too long. Those annoying assholes.

    [ Wow, how charming! It's still just as growly and brusque when he adds, ]

    You can go first.
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    [personal profile] survivaltricks 2025-01-30 01:37 am (UTC)(link)
    [NO MATTER WHERE YUSUKE GOES HE IS ALWAYS BROKE. . .]

    [. . . though the comment about being picky gives Akira pause, because it makes him realize. . . he actually has no idea what Yusuke looks for in a partner. it had simply never crossed his mind before now, busy as they were back home conquering Palace after Palace, slicing through Shadow after Shadow. Akira had never entertained the idea of relationships and intimacy when it came to his team. . . not because he hadn't noticed his thieves in that manner, of course. most of them (Yusuke included) had given Akira pause at least once or twice, allowing him to nurture a fleeting thought, a momentary curiosity, before he'd let it go to drift off in the wind like a wayward butterfly, never to be seen again]

    [he always felt as though he had no need for anything more than the support and friendship of his team. they were his cohorts and co-conspirators; the people who had given his life meaning. was there anything more precious in the world than that?]

    [this place. . .]

    [. . . well. it makes him wonder. and for once, he cups that butterfly gingerly between his palms, and he contemplates. . .]

    [does Yusuke like to hold hands? is he content to sit in silence, or would he rather fill the void with comfortable chatter? does he prefer a bit of build up beforehand, or would he rather skip the formalities? that captivating look he has when he is painting a subject, that intense gaze of his that seems to strip whatever he captures in his art down to its barest parts, soul exposed. . . is that only for art, or—]

    [Akira doesn't wear his thoughts on his sleeve, but a light dusting of pink blossoms on his features too. he cuts through the flush with a sharp grin, fingers snagging at Yusuke's as he joins their hands together like it's the most natural thing in the world]


    I bet you and I could run a damn good hustle in the casino, if we wanted.
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    [personal profile] survivaltricks 2025-01-30 01:40 am (UTC)(link)
    ["get dressed," Akira had said, except. . . does he even have anything to wear other than the fancy suit he was shoved into the night before?? kind of the hotel staff to hang it up neatly for him when they played swaparoo with his room. he supposes it'll do, but he is making a mental note to buy some more casual clothes the very first moment he can]

    Ah. Good point.

    Rank one was the bed, and rank two was the chocolate and eggs.

    [what. just persona protag things???]
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    [personal profile] vaincreux 2025-01-30 01:41 am (UTC)(link)
    [irritation, jealousy, despise, annoyance, selfishness, so many negative emotions swirl and rise within a single group of people at one table alone. all because of him. how fitting. unaware of what they're even producing with such shallow pathetic hearts. it'd be nothing to craft unversed from their emotions and sic the entire lot on them. kick back and watch their own creations rip them apart and ruin their sad miserable little lives.

    his thoughts abruptly skewer through a brilliant laugh, shaking him from his ire. lights reflect in his helm as he turns his head, regarding this strange guy beside him. does nothing bother him? ... no, it's the opposite. covering up his own impatience with these people via mirth one part charming, one part mocking. young and proud. no one would dig so hard into someone's ribs accidentally. does he think he's being helpful? possibly, though it sends those emotions churning anew around them.

    these plastic chips and cards mean nothing to him, but if it'll piss off the people at the table, then he's taking them.]
    Hey old man. Gonna need a bag or something. [extending his arm, he gestures with two curled fingers, accenting his expectant demand. does it look like he has pockets on this thing? a quick snatch yanks his impressive-looking embossed fabric pouch from the table dealer's fingers and a rattling clatter of fake "cash" sees all of it dumped inside. he lifts his gaze to the woman who seems the most disgusted with his victory, and raises the bag up by the neck, level with his own throat. then jerks the drawstring tight with his free hand, throttling it, and earning her sudden jump.] Hahahaha.

    [oh he really wants to. let her shudder instead. content, he tosses his winnings up and down in his free hand, intending to turn and leave. until a pair of hands catches his shoulders and tries to pull him. his head snaps around fast enough to crack his spine, and blinding reaction rams his elbow straight towards the other guy's stomach. no pulled punches, he fully intends to rearrange his organs with that blow.] Hands off! Touch me again and I'll kill you.
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    [personal profile] pyrolyzed 2025-01-30 01:45 am (UTC)(link)
    [ Oh come on. A part of him might have been desperately hoping for her to blush and act flustered and look away shyly, because then he could have nobly volunteered to pass on his turn to avoid making her uncomfortable? But no, she just has to meet his gaze bravely, and, like, he can't be the one to back off like some sort of coward, so.

    So. Clearly, he has no choice. ]


    ... y-yeah? [ His voice cracked a bit. Fuuta hurries to clear his throat, trying to pretend something was just caught for a moment. ] Yeah, just. Stay there.

    [ Is his face red? His face feels red. His movements are stiff, too, when Fuuta gets to his feet and slouches forth, awkwardly bracing his hands against the back of Hamel's chair over his shoulders before shuffling his feet forward to ... straddle her legs. Not yet putting his weight down, and instead hovering for a little longer as he tries not to think about how mortifying a position this is.

    His voice comes a little squeaky with nerves when he grits, ]
    -- you're sure you're okay with this? I ain't gonna do anything you're uncomfortable with, you know.
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    [personal profile] birding 2025-01-30 01:57 am (UTC)(link)
    ( it almost feels like she might be in trouble.

    it's an outlandish thought. but here, where nothing seems quite so outlandish anymore — and that had been after a perpetual dream, for xipe's sake — it isn't the most irrational thought to have. still, she does feel it prickle, a little, as she steps into the room after his show of chivalry, only to find herself looking at her mirror reflection with a slight sense of embarrassment.

    this outfit would not have made it past some commercial censors back at penacony. no doubt the moment her brother found out about it, the station would have been taken soundly off the air, the company closing down under mysterious circumstances.

    it's a slight exaggeration. she may be catastrophizing. sometime in their rush, a rip has opened up in the stocking along one thigh which she is soundly ignoring. she doesn't know what her brother might think of her when he looks at her like this, but she doesn't need the open feedback of his emotions to recognize the intense discomfort even under the deliberate stoicism of a consummate professional, too serious, too severe. )


    It's been about three days now...

    ( quieter, maybe, because she doesn't know.

    she doesn't know anything, really, of anything with real substance. when her brother had lost his sweet tooth, or where this prim and proper man had come from, and why it still feels like there's that wall stretched up between them, and he's so close and yet so painfully far away. back on penacony, it would've made sense with what he was planning... but here? )


    ... Brother.

    Can't you — speak to me without a disguise this time...?
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    [personal profile] pyrolyzed 2025-01-30 02:07 am (UTC)(link)
    Most people wouldn't stay that about themselves, you know! Even if -- I mean, regardless of if it's true or not!

    [ Of course he can't let that slide without a snippy retort, but there's no real venom in his delivery. It's hard getting properly at a guy who sounds so earnest, after all. What kind of guy so openly offers to watch out for other people like that? Ugh, he's probably one of those overly friendly, overly trusting idiots.

    Fuuta takes another long swig of his coffee then starts picking himself up off the bed. Regardless of if they did anything or not, he can't linger here forever. He looks around for any traces of his lost suit jacket while continuing: ]


    Those monsters weren't that big, and I also haven't seen them in a while. But knowing this place, there's probably more dangerous bullshit that'll show up eventually. -- and be careful, alright. Even if you're a good wrestler, those monsters were real monsters.

    [ Since. You know. Wrestling is fake. 😔 ]
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    [personal profile] pyrolyzed 2025-01-30 02:29 am (UTC)(link)
    What do you think. You see any horns or tail on me right now?

    [ The shitty retort is just because he usually has a shitty retort for everything, nothing personal. Though Fuuta does chase it up with a scrutinizing stare, eyes narrowed at Wei Wuxian, before he continues. ]

    You don't sound surprised about it. You from someplace where that stuff is common? [ A little huff. ] Feels like I'm the only normal person here sometimes ... Too many of you people here come from places with all sorts of weird stuff going on.
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    [personal profile] notscar 2025-01-30 03:02 am (UTC)(link)
    [ leona narrows his eyes. akira saying that he could 'say yes' is pretty telling, isn't it? ]

    Then I guess I've got high expectations.

    [ and then he licks his lips. he shouldn't have to make the point of showing off those particularly broad and pointier eyeteeth but. he will. ]

    Or I might take a bite outta you instead.
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    [personal profile] survivaltricks 2025-01-30 03:05 am (UTC)(link)
    [. . .]

    [ears. . . sharp teeth. . . now Akira can't help but wonder if he also has a tail. . . predator vibes. . . well, obviously, he is a lion??]

    [but otherwise, his response is snappy]


    Poor decision. I probably taste like bitter coffee beans.

    [not even the kind covered in chocolate!!]
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    [personal profile] harmonial 2025-01-30 03:34 am (UTC)(link)
    [Sunday doesn't try to disguise the interest in his expression, because like this man before him, there's no reason to hide. A fact that is surreal to consider in the moment. He's met a handful of strangers over the course of these last few days, but few have seen — him as himself. With his face, with his halo. And even fewer have seen him under such private circumstances. Sitting here, eating breakfast across a table from one another still sleep-edged and soft, clothes wrinkled from slumber, white feathers scattered on a pillow case.

    Perhaps if he had to wake up next to anyone, then it's better they don't know who he is. He doesn't need to behave any particular way. Wei Wuxian has no expectations of him.]


    Yes, I'd like that. I wouldn't want you to go to the trouble of anything extravagant, either. Just... whatever is easiest for you.

    [His desires shouldn't become a burden upon someone else.]

    I did have one question first. Do you know how these ghosts might react to — ah, mental interfence? There might be a better word to use. ... Do you have any insight into how the minds of these ghosts work?
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    [personal profile] armwriostle 2025-01-30 03:36 am (UTC)(link)
    You can leave as many kisses as you like, monsieur~

    [Wriothesley isn't going to complain when someone is offering him a bit more affection than the dice asks of them. Nor is he exactly going to be conservative with his responses.

    He pulls Ashe closer until the man is definitely straddling his lap, hands moving to cup the smaller man's ass. He squeezes a little, fingers kneading into the soft flesh.
    ] Don't mind if I do, really.
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    [personal profile] harmonial 2025-01-30 03:47 am (UTC)(link)
    [A Diamond. His fingertips are hesitant, barely making contact with Mona's slender wrist as if not daring to visit the flawless surface of her skin — but his eyes have found that elegant suit and affixed to it. He can't really look away from the sight of patterned stars surrounding the mark, delicate as freckles.]

    It's beautiful.

    [Yes, he whispers it aloud, and unlike the flustering of earlier his voice is confident. He doesn't feel ashamed to state his opinion, since it is the truth.

    — Lack of initiative? The remark goes over his head, as unfortunately he still lacks the knowledge of what the suits each mean; he only knows that there are four, and they divide all of the guests into categories. It's her question that shocks him, chin tilting up, expression open.]


    I... beg your pardon. You'll need to be more clear, Miss Megistus. Your disciple?
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    [personal profile] crestsidestory 2025-01-30 04:02 am (UTC)(link)
    [ Again her brow creases. A typewriter? The word itself kind of makes sense in this context based on what she's learned but she'll have to look into what exactly it is. ]

    Think of the video option as kind of window between you and the person you're communicating with. On your screens you can see and hear each other almost as you would in person.

    [ It's remarkable, in her opinion. How convenient to communicate with other people this way despite any distance. To say nothing of how these methods of communication could change managing an army.

    Turning her eyes on Red again, she nods. ]


    An admirable thought. What is the war about?
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    idk how to not write angst slowburn i'm sorry

    [personal profile] harmonial 2025-01-30 04:13 am (UTC)(link)
    [Three days.

    It isn't much longer, by his count, than his own time in this place. Perhaps they'd even arrived along with all of the other guests branded as Wildcards by the resort staff, left to fend for themselves in the parking garage. So what does it say about him, that his sister has been here just as long — and he did not find her? She's wandered around in a place making such obscene demands of her, uprooting her from all safety and security, stranding her alone. He should have been there from the beginning.

    Yet the thought comes up against a competing belief. That other side of him, like the reflection of glass Robin looks in to see herself — an awareness and acknowledgement that he doesn't deserve to be there.

    Sunday turns partially away at the question, feeling it like a blow, though on the outside he continues to grasp at composure for the lifeline it offers.]


    It will be... harder for us if I do. [Harder for him. Sunday knows his sister is stronger than him, and he also understands his own cowardice for the disguise at all.] But I will, if that's what you want.

    [He keeps his gaze cast aside as he hesitates.]

    Have you seen any of the others yet? The Trailblazer. And... the IPC.
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    [personal profile] swordpour 2025-01-30 04:51 am (UTC)(link)
    (maybe she does want to sink her teeth in lappland's neck badly, maybe she wants to despite the tight grip on her hair. the way claws threaten to rake lines along her scalp, maybe she also wants to kiss her quiet and breathless. rut and grind against her gracelessly with where her emotions are; leave teeth marks along her breasts that won't be healing for a bit. the thoughts not leaving, it has yet to, even as her teeth are kept short of leaving the marks she craves from bites. so she doesn't. what she does instead is take part of the pale skin of lappland's neck along the column of her throat and sucks hard on it.

    she's being quiet, but she's thinking. thinking while her bare hand teases, brushing against lappland's panties with an index finger along her cunt, her lips. the claws of that hand threatens to rip them open as if that's the intent while they press lightly into fabric.

    her other hand (gloved and everything) reaches to tug down that evening down with other intentions of its own. to cup a breast and squeeze, brush thumb against her nipple roughly through her bra if she were wearing one. she noticed that, the shiver and the tremble in lappland's legs while fabric rips of her vest strings and blouse coming open. she can presume it's both careless and deliberate, just like the pressing of texas being more deliberate. that part has been clearer since they started, whenever her mouth lets go of lappland's neck. leaving behind a black-blue mark, nice and pretty for now. it'd only be one of many.)
    Constant violence doesn't do anything, either. Just like how me running away doesn't. So maybe I do run away from talking about it, from anything remotely near remembering. (because that's how she's been. avoiding speaking about it, conversations that she should have been having by burying herself in something or other as a means of not thinking. that only worsened during her stay.)

    But do you really think it'd be worth me being that angry again? The way that I was in Volsinii near the end as I kept watching the way they used, abused, and did everything they could to claim a win at the cost of multiple lives?

    Or the way that I felt it after the fire? (the words are hummed out, again, her lips take another patch of skin. another hard suckle and her tongue brushing along it slowly. to taste her, to leave those bruises. the leather fabric of her gloved hand brushes along more pale skin with each squeeze, each passing second getting rougher. the scents getting more obvious and thicker from texas, she might be considering ignoring the game and playing it. not the way they intended, anyway.)
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    ... ok, but i'm here for the angst and the smut is just one of the perks

    [personal profile] birding 2025-01-30 05:03 am (UTC)(link)
    ( harder? in what way?

    the question's on the tip of her tongue, her throat drying around something harder to swallow. in penacony, it had made some sense — even if it was a bitter pill in the aftermath, knowing there would be a long way to go before she could ever welcome him home again.

    but, a man on the run is one thing. here, it's another thing entirely when sunday refuses to look her in the eye at all. it would've been easier if he'd feigned ignorance than if he threw out all second doubts about his identity, pretended not to know her, and acted as if all of this were just some show of care from a complete stranger. then again, her brother's repertoire has only expanded to contain all manner of business — but his ability to act, maybe not as much.

    she's hesitant about it, even when it should come naturally between them, even when she could hang onto his body in freefall and think nothing of what could come after. when she reaches out, she manages to grab the cuff of one sleeve, looking at the profile of her brother's disguise for something she's not sure she'll ever be able to find again. )


    I have. Some in passing... Knowing we're among — allies... brings a sense of comfort.

    And equal amounts of concern.

    ( in disguise, she's a nobody. though stelle may later catch her out of it, because what is a trailblazer if not to disrupt the way that things have gone.

    but she's not sure what he's asking. if jade is to be trusted, then sunday was freed for a price that robin is already paying. it isn't a debt to be collected upon with interest — even if robin would pay any greater sum without hesitation. )


    The IPC, however... are they giving you trouble?