【 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.
[well, for however long wei wuxian will listen, sizhui will keep right on telling him about his adventures and where they've led him so far; he's enjoying retelling his tales, especially to someone who can appreciate them— which isn't to say that some people don't, it's just different with wei wuxian, with someone who enjoys hearing such things, even if they may seem unbelievable at first.
no worries there, he knows all about the rabbits hidden away in the back mountain, so he's well-aware of just how cute they are.]
Aiyahhh, [he sighs, raising a hand to wave back and forth, looking a little flustered by the remark despite the fact there's no cheek-pinching, though his smile doesn't waver in the slightest.
another quick head-bob of agreement then he lowers his hand again, interlocking both of them across his lap for now.]
Thank you, Xian-gege. [yes, he is just dropping that like it's totally normal.] I'm glad I didn't have to force myself into something uncomfortable either, but I'm also happy it happened before anything terrible happened on Noctium. If we didn't participate, we would eventually start turning to stone and that wouldn't have been good, either.
[ah, the second world... he wonders how he should even start with that one.] Amani. It wasn't too different from the first world, intimacy-wise, but the aesthetic was different. It was still full of technology that I didn't understand at first, but slowly became accustomed to. It also had different worlds we could travel to like Hiromitsu, which was a world full of yokai, creatures not unlike some of our world's ghosts, demons, and monsters.
[ Loneliness. That's something he feels too, and it reminded him of itself when their hands touched like that. The feeling of lonesomeness lingering in the depths of his mind, brought along with him into this new world. He smiles, grateful, but also honest when he answers her: ]
No. Just me.
[ He says, both in the sense that he's the only one from his world here, and that he's not seeing anyone else at the moment. He couldn't anyway, still having his ex in the back of his mind like a lost lenore. ]
( Ahoy! Have a shinigami for your troubles. adfslkj I'm cool with both gen and spice since Ragna can be a stick in the mud until he's nudged just right. )
Hey! Do you have any idea what rank I am?! [ If Orihime was anticipating somebody sliding on in smoothly to her side, the game was getting shaken up a little here as one of the game managers was all smiles and nods, exercising surprising strength as they nudge shove the much taller Grim Reaper from the back towards the young lady's table. Immediately grimacing over his shoulder to the manager, his brow knits with a grumpy furrow as he realizes what he just said. ] Great. First time I ever pulled the "dO yOu EvEn KnOw wHo i aM?" card.
[ Clearly, Ragna wasn't doing enough partying. Or leading by example with his high rank in showing the wildcards here a good time! Whether this manager didn't catch the memo that Ragna the Bloodedge was among the more stubborn guests or not, he's here now. Nudge nudge. ]
Okay-okay just. Stop! I'll go.
[ "Very good, Mr. Bloodedge. Do show our guest here a good time, would you??" ]
[ Excusing themselves, Ragna looses a sigh before setting his eyes on Orihime's table. Did she overhear any of that? Either way, he'd best lead by example, as the House would say. Probably. Excusing himself as he slides in by her side, those curious brown eyes were met with the mismatched pair of green and red. Though, given their height difference, it was difficult not to look down on her...and what she was wearing. His periphery was being tested oh-so-hard right now. ]
Hello. Sorry about that.
[ Their gaze mutually follows the same path. From one another. To the table. The newfound 12-sided die. And rules that stipulate that there had to be a winner. A hand digs into the fabric of his pantleg before Orihime poses the question, and he clears his throat in an attempt to seem all put together. ]
What, a little game of dice? Easy payout, yeah?
[ He says as he leans forward to scoop up the pair of dice, not quite ready to roll them yet as his gaze studies her once more. ]
So. Want me to take the first roll? Just for an example?
[ He appreciates how astute that statement is. There's something about this that's a little like being in a Hollow — there are approximations of things he knows, but the environment has been tainted by corruption. That it's all gilt and gorgeous is almost more unnerving, though. In a Hollow, it's easier to tell where the monsters are, silhouettes against his fires raging in the kaleidoscopic dark. Regardless, she's right. ]
Despite how I look, [ scarred, well-loved by violence. ] I'd like to think I know when to fight my way out and when to hang back to get a better idea of what I'm up against. If it was just me, playing would be an easier sell.
[ Or so he thinks. In the clutch of her hands, his fingers wind through hers. ]
[ This isn't his first rodeo, and the novelty of whining in the corner being stubborn has finally worn off as Ragna's settled into the party well and good finally. What he wasn't initially prepared for was how gung-ho the Trailblazer was going to be as she slips right on into his booth. At first, he meant to just take a breather here before getting a move-on, but Stelle catches him just in time, blinking at her when she provides that winsome wink. ]
Oh yeah? [ Resting his chin against his palm, the mismatch of red and green hues studies her golden gaze. ] You got a point there.
[ "After all, how are you gonna...lick..." ]
?
[ He's seen the results. He especially sees the reaction on Stelle's poor face when her voice dies away and she audibly swallows. ]
luckily it wasn't that it was lost in translation, texas had thought a pair of sharp wolf teeth coming down might not be the best of ways to start one's day. even if she's careful, there was the fact she's learned not everyone knows about lupo having differences in their bodies. unfortunately for alice, she's about to be the bearer of bad news while also holding out her fork. a fluffy egg white for her in exchange. texas could tell one of them was smoking twig, naturally, that's a perk of having senses beyond the norm of the people she's met. many of them were interested in her tail and ears.
some tried asking to pet them, others made it a game to try and get her to wag her tail or wiggle them when she doesn't do necessarily either of those things. another part that might make her stick out more from the cheshire cat himself, texas not speaking in cryptic riddles aside. "I do feel that way. Sometimes it's harder to confront the past....even if I did return to my second home for a time. The third is....there's plenty wrong with it too, but I like it. The people wandering the streets and the people I care about most are there." but that doesn't mention the other issue, her childhood friend. her friend, who was there now and ready to taunt texas, loom behind her like a shadow that'd never go away. texas did consider for a moment how much is okay to speak about from her own history. alice didn't seem the type to force someone into a friendly chat about old wounds and scars.
it felt as if there were similarities. something there that sticks out in a connection and understanding. she's understood that too well, when she gets this feeling that it means much more. being able to connect is one thing, and it reminds her strongly about how the house pushes together people, encourages them to indulge in hedonism or form these bonds as survival. to have someone that they can rely on. "It was better I left the first two, the first was my birth country and the second was the country my nonno came from and spoke fondly about to me in stories it changed a lot from those tales." if one listens closely, that siracusan word she used is, indeed, italian. similar in structure from what she learned. she learned more words here that she didn't know before in addition to that. such as burdenbeasts and clawbeasts not being terms others used or finbeasts.
"The resort, by the way, is not something to take lightly." she did feel the need to give her a warning, from how alice seems clueless it was better that way. it was also best to clear up any thoughts that might suggest her and others might desire to stay within the resort. nobody wants to with the trade-off it offers. not when it involves needing to have sex to live, really to have sex for just about anything. "When I arrived here....I was put on auction. Later I was told by a friend from the same world as me that the food provided by the House itself is spiked, the drinks are too. The only restaurant that doesn't is the Red Cardinal."
( his own voice is dry, though not so much as sylvain's. wit and humor have never been coping or defense mechanisms he's sought to use often - or at all. )
Well, I am glad to hear the experience did not irreparably damage the relationship between you two. ( his voice softens with the next line. ) Though I am sorry to hear your own your childhood was difficult as well.
( children should be loved and cherished, and provided with safe homes and families to grow and prosper in. )
[She just watched, her brain still a few seconds behind. Otherwise, she might told him off for throwing the thing on 'her bed'. Her gaze remained on The Object, until he spoke again.
Then her head jerked, turning to frown up at him... Which was a mistake given his height and the part where she was still on the floor. But other than the couch, there wasn't really-Oh, screw it. Just going to push herself up off the floor. It wasn't like she had much dignity left at this point to worry about looking silly.
Though there was an attempt to straighten her sleep-ruffled trousers and shirt. It definitely wasn't to avoid his gaze or anything-]
B-but I just saw you. A few days ago.
[Then she'd been brought here, dragged into that party. Naoto wasn't sure how long she'd been passed out for.
She pursed her lips, then ducked her head again. Missing her hat and how it could hide her face.]
[Similarly, Scott starts redressing in his outfit, not really thinking twice about changing in front of Akira. It's not like he hasn't done it a lot in front of his teammates after a training session, the mutant just grumbling slightly as he pulls his arms through the sleeves of his shirt. Despite this whole thing being rather annoying, it'll probably be a good idea to keep this suit for later, in case he has to attend another 'fancy event.'
Although, they'd probably just stuff him in another suit anyway.]
...What? [Scott barely manages to pull up his pants up when he hears Akira's question and more confusion his sent his way.]
Um. [He's from 1983 and mostly just played arcade games. He's at least played some of the more advanced games at the arcade here, but.] You're not talking about Donkey Kong, are you?
( Alice has always been perceptive, mostly to her detriment. She notices the small shift in his body language after she speaks, and then feels the warmth of a joke not landing creep up the sides of her neck. Her gaze falls away from him and she lifts her shoulder in a shrug, allowing her attention to be stolen by the rest of the room in an attempt to seem less interested in him. It also affords her the ability to locate her clothing, which conveniently sits nearby. She doesn't move, though. )
It is true. But I was also just trying to be funny. ( Admitting it makes her almost want to gag, or maybe it's something else coming up from the several days of no sleep and too much alcohol. Either way, she's readily moving along with him, her attention returning to him as she nods in solidarity with his cheers.
The motion makes her face fall as realization hits. ) Shit, I'm sorry. I could've gotten you a drink.
( She looks back towards the table stacked with plenty to drink and even more to eat. The pathetic grumbling of her stomach gives away her real desires. Orgasms were great, but she could have one of those quite literally when or wherever she wanted. A buffet of food? Some she had never seen before in her life? Fruit juice? )
Are you hungry?
( The sheet is dragged along with her as Alice clambers back out of the bed, heading first towards her clothing and the robe that was laid next to it, over one of the ornate chairs in the room. She'd had sense to be clean about how she set things down, which meant she'd been intentional about undressing. Curious.
She manoeuvres herself into the robe while covered by the sheet and then deposits the latter back onto the bed, her eyes finally ready to meet his again. Her breath comes to a halt, lingering on his gaze. He mirrors her in a way that feels familiar. Dark hair, green eyes. Cautious. )
[ what a question. it's silly—despite knowing what's expected of them here, her stomach drops a little, seized momentarily by something a bit like dread; not quite shame, but close to it. she's thankful for the warm grasp of his fingers, and she considers if she should continue to impose on him more than she likely already has. he's been so kind, so generous with his time that even though she knows he has better things to concern himself with than someone like her, she can't help but maintain her hold of his hand anyway. ]
... Could I tell you something?
[ like she hasn't been doing so this whole time. ]
I've never done this before. What this game expects of us, I mean. I'm not sure I... [ she trails off, trying to find the right words, but eventually gives up. she laughs at herself, soft and brief. ] Have you?
I'd- [Not even getting time to finish her sentence before that ad pops up. She let out a small cough, closing her eyes, fighting to keep the blushing to a minimum. If she doesn't see it, it cannot hurt her.]
Surely there has to be other things than...that?
[Despite what some might think(coughYosukecough) the world didn't revolve around intimacy.]
( what a strange conversation to have, so terribly serious and personal in the midst of this overly extravagant and rowdy party. and yet he finds himself appreciative of the other man's sincerity, put oddly at ease by their shared camaraderie.
perhaps this place is not so bad. the company makes it all that much more tolerable, at the very least. his own expression turns sympathetic in kind. )
I am sorry for your own loss as well. Accident or no, these things are never easy to bear.
( the words sound trite, a little distant, though not because he intends them to be. this sort of thing has just never come easy to him, no matter how much he tries. )
But you are right. There's no use in lingering on something that cannot be changed or bemoaning situations that are outside your grasp. One should instead turn one's gaze towards the future, and towards that upon which we might still be able to impact.
[ If Hilda notices the effort she doesn't seem to let on being as focused as she is on her task. The smudges of black no longer line Reira's cheeks and after an apparaising once over it looks like Hilda may be done with her job.
But then she reaches into the depths of her pocket for a compact and immediately gets to work again. Thankfully they've got similar enough complexions that what she has on her should help smooth out some of the jarred concealer. ]
Funnily enough I ran into them on separate occasions while I was trying to avoid those lifeguard seagulls.
[ Though she attempts to act aggrieved by it there's a hint of mirth in her voice too as she recalls it. ]
I wasn't actively looking for them. It didn't even occur to me to look for them because we're on opposite sides of a war at home.
( so much for dangerous, when the high of aventurine's own climax is reliant on rude's touches on him, whether with a hand on or off his cock; it's the combination of all of it, the stimulation from the front with how deep he can feel him from behind that turns aventurine into a lewd mess of choked whimpers, and there's a particular irony in this, from their earlier conversation on intimacy, that they ride their releases nearly in unison.
he lifts off his cock, panting and all, to feel some of the come slip down his thighs. something he knows his partners tend to enjoy seeing, and though it's a very deliberate behavior, aventurine masks as anything but. his eyes are on rude's hand, after all, where most of his own come landed on. )
Let me clean you up, then. To make up for... ( how does he put it. hmm. ) scaring you.
( a finger that he taps on his lips, to let the implication sit, though he's sure he could find tissues and towels within close range. )
Hi there! We’ve answered a few FAQ questions on this subject before, but for ease we will give a compiled answer here.
Some of the resort NPCs and staff will look and feel as though they are living when interacted with, and even ghostly NPCs may have a satisfying crunch when flattened. The resort is flexible in its presentation to suit characters’ needs, so ultimately the sort of NPCs that Lappland is encountering on her joyrides is up to you.
As far as crimes and punishment go, there isn’t any heavy policing done by the resort itself; security will eventually track her down and put her in the Iron Net for a time, but prison is mostly a formality around here — a sexy, sexy formality. If Lappland’s destructive tendencies remain out of hand for too long, the house will generally intervene using suit-related punishments in order to swerve her appetite more towards what’s expected out of guests at the Peacock. In general, we would ask that you refrain from being too disruptive for an extended period of time out of courtesy for other players trying to use the setting, but otherwise indulging in a little Fun Murder is perfectly fine.
Do note that higher ranks also have more leeway in all of these areas, whereas lower ranks may find themselves locked down faster and given harsher sentences (for as much as such a thing exists). This is obviously a bit more for post-acceptance shenanigans, but we wanted to note it regardless!
( and so, he's willing to play. good. the fun thing about this game truly is that sunday has little room to lie - not that aventurine is so out to corner him. he does not pick the questions, after all, but he enjoys knowing sunday only has room to avoid answering if aventurine himself does not answer his questions.
it's a particular kind of control that he enjoys wrestling out of sunday. isn't it so dearly reminiscent of their time in penacony, between the four walls of dewlight pavilion?
aventurine looks down at the card he had picked first, the smile on his face remaining all the unreadable, before his eyes land on sunday, again. )
( at least he’s polite enough to put up a paw before asking teacher… )
You believe it to be a test? I’m only soliciting an opinion. Given that we’ve been thrust into a world of unknowns, some of which are likely to remain as such despite our efforts, I’d prefer to at least have a measure of my peers if nothing else.
( in short: yes. it is. )
If you remain apprehensive, do consider that all interactions between lifeforms are assessed in some manner or another. Whether or not it’s openly stated changes little about the fact that a determination is being made. ( so start talking, boy. )
...You're really quite forward, aren't you? [ hard to say if the observation has a morality call one way or another; he could find it refreshing or disgusting, but there's nothing but an inscrutable smile anyway. rhetorical, ultimately. he won't lose. ]
[ tall and broad when he stands, stark lines of a dark suit cutting an imposing figure — perhaps especially as he watches Jae Ha with dark eyes while unbuckling his belt, unzipping his slacks. his rudeness doesn't end with one foot slipping out of his fallen pant leg and planting on the couch cushion he previously sat upon, tan and muscular thigh presented beneath his untucked dress shirt and above a muscled calf belted with a sock garter. ]
[ he's the one who draws Jae Ha's mouth towards his skin — the private pulse of a femoral, where his sartorius dents the skin — by indelicately fisting green hair and guiding him closer. slow and controlled about it, his grip is more than smarting. so much for avoiding jealous gazes; there are eyes on them greener than Jae Ha's hair. ]
I'm in your hands, [ yeah right. ] Please be gentle with me.
[ true enough, he must relent with an acquiescing nod of his head. to think the moment had almost passed, that opportunity had walked out the door only to return for something forgotten, and Getou's streak of bad luck goes unbroken. maybe the House is just the concept of karma, nigh instantaneous. ]
[ there's no protracted, dawning horror — rather, his mouth closes with a tensing jaw, a click of his teeth announcing open eyes, pitted and small and serious. it's one thing to lose fair and square — it's another for the fates to convene against him to punish with the embarrassment of a plot failed, and in the time it takes the table to settle back down after such a revolutionary roll, he's had time to digest it properly... ]
[ as he does everything, eventually. ]
I'm not sure this is what they meant by 'turn the other cheek'... [ as if that applies here?! there's the put-upon, wearied sigh as he stands, one knee bent to his side on the cushion of the couch they're both sharing. no flamboyant flourish as there had been with the first; now, he only undoes his belt, fingers gripping white to untuck his dress shirt — ]
[ and from between the tail of it and the waist of his lowered slacks, one succulent curve of buttcheek protrudes out of fabric, tan-skinned and thick with muscle. he's been losing weight lately, but you wouldn't know it from the quarter that would bounce off this gluteus maximus. ]
[ a questionable thing to give Getou, the benefit of the doubt; he’s never wondered at his own kindness nearly as much as his morality, a bridge built on readily eroding stones. he doesn’t have a problem taking advantage of poor judgment, weakness, kindness… ]
[ but for now, Robin has earned only brownie points. seems like something the sweet always manage to do, and he thinks of an underclassman with a fondness that’s more pervasive than he expected. yeah, he almost agrees, I don’t think I would either — until Robin’s laughter interrupts the dismal train of thought. the levity’s a breath of fresh air; his mouth curls up against himself. ]
It’s not surprising. Sexual intimacy becomes a greater possibility with a little emotional intimacy. [ he draws the next card, licking a thumb to be sticky. ] It’s all just a big ploy, right?
[ and so, he reads the next card aloud without forethought as to whether or not he should: ] ”What is your opponent’s sexiest feature?” [ making for an awkward beat of eye contact. he recovers quickly, at least. ]
The only people who are capable of making the decision. The judge should also be the executioner; it’s only fair.
[ a terrible burden for that person to bear, isn’t it? and could he even ask him to do it — the one person who truly could blink and millions would perish, all for the sake of… ]
It’s just evolution at the end of the day, isn’t it? Eliminating the competition for resources, save them from making themselves, and us, suffer…
[ the words are leaving his mouth, but even he doesn’t look convinced of them, tilting his head, crossing broad arms. if light could emit a frequency only he could hear, he wonders what it would say; the shadows have been so loud lately. ]
[ it doesn’t take Scott’s correction this time. he swerves as quickly as he’d bobbed: ]
I used to think it was the responsibility of the strong to help the weak, but I don’t know. It started feeling pointless. [ a shrug, seeming to dismiss the topic with that same tired malaise. ] That was before all this, anyway.
[ “this”, being the resort itself. sorry, Scott literally just found himself a young Erik; Charles is running around here somewhere. ]
[ Mayou snorted, like there really wasn't much distinction at all. A dismissive attitude like that from the staff? No way would that fly in a real high rollers casino, not when any sane business owner would toss them out on their ass the moment they gave a patron a funny look. Blah blah keeping butts in seats and the money flowing, yadda yadda et cetra. Common sense 101. ]
Is that right? Might be waiting a while if you're taking that approach.
[ Not that she was one to talk, being basically an uncooperative mannequin, but hey. Different strokes, right? ]
Maybe just... just hide behind the rack or something? Nobody's gonna get all hot and bothered about a pair of disembodied legs unless they're a total wierdo.
[ …there’s a slow rise to the attention, breaking away from the text message full of colorful emoji and a rapidly descending window, bubbles of speech still rolling through as it blinks back to sleep. he’s up on his elbows with his chin tucked to chest, observing the space between his former bedmate and the door through which they’d once both been spirited away. it feels a bit like getting a second chance to audition. he can respect that. ]
It’s not been great lately, [ confessed without guile, arid and exhaustive. “now what” is a question that’s been plaguing him in a far grander sense than this one conversation, this one exchange… but he thinks he’s getting a better idea of how to navigate this one. ]
You have a bad attitude and a worse… vibe, [ blunt, but vague. Vanitas has figured out this place’s supernatural elements, it seems, but the terminology from one world to the next has been different in ways both inexplicable and a headache he doesn’t want on top of the hangover he’s still fighting. it’s easier to show… and so Getou lifts a hand, and the picture of the wall behind it splits like an invisible blade had cut through the air. ]
[ it stretches open like a violated wound, blackness spilling from it in miasmic whisps as a fly-like creature emerges, fluttering wings and confused, curled eyes, hovering in the air as the interdimensional slice heals itself, three beings now existing in the room. by all technicality, it’s a spirit, a ghost; the resort’s supranatural meddling has made it visible even to those who wouldn’t have once been able to see it… but he doubts that’s the case here. ]
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