【 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.
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(unexpected. neuvillette in the resort, they must both stand out more than their usual. arlecchino herself has her hair down, the lengthy strands of white, black, and red were combed through perfectly down her back. framing her face in a lovely way, too. it brings out how handsome she often appears, but that's a given while there.
if the iudex is here, then that must mean that whoever or whatever occurred to them must have been good at this. bringing forth two people that are (on even bad days) hard to catch by those that might dare try.
arlecchino knows she doesn't need her vision, but what of the iudex and his dominion? he controls water, anything to do with it. she doubts they can put a stop to that with ease themselves; it would be like stripping away the man's greatest asset for himself, knowing he didn't need a vision. just as arlecchino does not.)
So it seems, unfortunate that I believe the Steambird might have its hands full attempting to scope out this party for any interesting sights. Were they here, that is.
(she realized that quickly, her own hands weren't covered. not right now. she might later, depending, she did find the stares and questions about her hands to be tiring when they get to be too persistent. sometimes even asking questions about her claws as mentioned in her thoughts earlier....and displaying a desire to feel them in ways she would sooner die than repeat from how uncouth the remarks were.
she's not above pleasure, surely, but she does not like too much of it.)
I take it that you awakened in their "parking lot" as they called it, just as I did?
( her good cheer bolsters his, and he finds himself relaxing in the wake of her shift in mood. )
Miss Layla then.
( her outstretched hand is taken, with only the briefest pause before he gives it a firm shake. perhaps a kiss to the back of her hand would have been more in line with fontainian custom, but he has always struggled in engaging in social niceties with strangers. )
I am Neuvillette. A pleasure to make your acquaintance.
( though the setting could certainly be improved. )
I believe I spy a waiter over there. ( nodding his head to their left. ) If you would care to accompany me…?
( it feels only prudent to invite her along, particularly if she has additional requests of her own. )
[ What wouldn't he eat would be the better question, and Roche's only real response to the incredulous look he's given is an ugly-ass snort that turns into laughter and a shrug. What can he say? He'll try just about anything once and if someone eggs him on, then it's on. Nobody here needs to know that though lest they get the idea to call him out on it.
That's the sort of things only friends get to know. ]
Couldn't they be one in the same? I've known a handful of people who I'd be willing to consider family, though they'd be more akin to brothers and sisters than anything else. Maybe aunts and uncles if they were older, but...
[ Family?? He doesn't know 'em, at least people outside of his father. ]
[Playing dress up isn't all that bad, the only gripe Yasha has is that the staff have a weird obsession with having her wear these ball gowns that are, in Yasha's opinion, not the most flattering thing on her. But she also knows arguing with them is pointless and the colors aren't that bad so-
-so she will enjoy other people wearing fitted clothes in dazzling colors that fit them like a glove. Hilda's dress, for example, is the most wonderful contrast to her hair, making her look like a flower in bloom. But that's too poetic for this table.
She laughs and pushes the dice Hilda's way, leaning forward a little, the dress hiding only the bare minimum of that cleavage,] It is the dice. If you think it's not challenging enough, you can try your hand at it, I don't mind.
[ as always, shylock is making a beeline towards this world's wide selection of alcohol, liquor he swears he'd seen in his awfully long lifetime and ones he has yet to encounter back in his world. in this case, champagne is usually one's safest bet, and in such an unfamiliar world, the ever-curious western wizard will absolutely do as the romans do. ]
Oh, my. It seems the champagne tastes quite airy for a reason.
[ he readjusts himself in the air with ease, thinking of how murr usually does it, and casts his gaze towards anyone who might be having difficulty keeping themselves afloat in this party. ]
Would you like some assistance? Although, perhaps some company might do you some good too.
[ nothing worse than wallflowering in midair, after all. ]
dirty dice (open to nsfw)
[ games like these are commonplace in western country, and that includes the more salacious versions of these. that side of their world can be rather depraved, after all, though this world might give his homeland a run for its money. ]
It's quite fortuitous that we met through this game.
[ and yet, he's not at all intimidated. in fact, he's smiling quite serenely as he regards the other player. ]
I trust that you won't hold back no matter what the dice lands on, hm?
[ he doesn't sound goading, at least. rather, he tries to be gentle and encouraging to anyone who might be apprehensive at playing this game. no use turning back when chips are on the line. as a newcomer and so-called "wildcard", shylock will have to work twice as hard to sustain himself financially, should he be allowed to stay in this world. ]
house of cards
[ on the other hand, the house of cards full of silly, spicy, and serious questions intrigues the wizard just as much -- enough to pull up a chair and chinhands at it. he's used to letting other people confide on him on their own over time, but getting to know one through party games like these isn't so bad. even if one were to pull an embarrassing question, at least they aren't forced to like, make out over it or something.
not that shylock wouldn't be opposed to it. he's a freak like that. but nobody knows that yet so shhhhhhh. ]
Now, then. Let me do the honors.
[ he's decent when it comes to cards, his sharp eye able to deduce which one to pull without nudging the castle of cards. ]
"What's one thing you've never told anyone about yourself?"
[ a rather invasive question already, but shylock wouldn't know if the other person will be lying or not, so. it's up to them how they'd play their hand. ]
morning after
[ wait nvm i really want to do morning afters so ill slide in this one real quick. this is a prompt for those who aren't morning people, the not-so-early birds who really don't wanna get that worm. shylock is one of those people, and he will sleep on throughout the day unless someone somehow attempts to wake him up.
but perhaps you are just as much of a not-morning person as he is, choosing to sleep in throughout lunch. and the only reason why you've woken up is because of the smell of tobacco -- looks like shylock's giving one of those cigars he'd gotten from a patron who attended the more lavish parties from last night a shot. ]
Oh, pardon me. I seem to have forgotten my manners... [ yep. totally not a morning person. still, he attempts a smile as he extends his cigar. ] Would you like to try?
[ damn ]
wildcard
[ permissions and opt-in for his magical sixth sense here! though in the latter case i will be playing fast and loose with it since im still uncrusting this muse haha. kinklist tba, but i'd rather do lighter kinks/foreplay in this tdm for now. lmk if you wanna do something else via DM! ]
[ Ope well too late for takebacks now. Panty cracks one of those baby blues open and levels her very best baleful glower at him, like she's a gnat's cunt hair away from a little spot of casual homicide to start the day off on the right foot. So he's got like one slightly busted rib, big deal! That's what the extras are for!!!! Ahem. Anyway. Back to trying to skewer this guy with the power of her bloodshot hungover af eyeballs alone.
Brace yourself, Beowulf. ]
No goddamn way are you begging for action this early in the morning, dude. Desperate much?
[ WELP that sure is some assuming going on! RIP buddy. ]
[ Red is a bit fancy herself. Still, she's a bit of a wallflower for the moment, nursing a drink and watching the swirl of activity. She's out of place. Feels like it, too. This whole place is too fancy, too opulent, too full of overwhelming excess. Especially for someone fresh off of a battlefield.
She glances up as Arlecchino approaches and there's a moment where her eyes narrow, like she can feel the predator underneath the surface. She manages a smile, though. She can play nice. ]
Yeah, they seem pretty set on making us participate... whether we want to or not. You wake up in one of those cars, too?
[ You know what? Wei Wuxian is even going to be a gentleman and not call attention to the fact that Fidelio is kind of in a compromising position here. He just lets Fidelio do the squirming thing, staying in his place until the last bit of him is out of Wei Wuxian's lap and then he shifts to adjust, sitting up instead of laying sprawled out on the seat. ]
I was asleep.
[ So, nope, he didn't try anything. Windows though, he glances at the shiny surfaces surrounding them and considers. It looks... expensive and definitely gives him hesitation. He doesn't have much experience with glass windows so he wouldn't know it as something to break, but he can put together the context clues here. ]
I think you're right, it must be a window. It looks like something we might be able to break.
Now Hank has the damn things, and he’s gotta use them. He rolls them around his palm, thumbing at the little gems.
“I gotta say: I’ve never done this before. The whole clamp thing. So if I fuck up...”
How hard can nipple clamps be, though? Really? Still, Hank offers an apologetic shrug.
“I figure it’s supposed to hurt — in a good way — but if it’s too much, say something.”
Hank really has no idea what he’s doing. Does he just... go for it? What would he like?
Hmm.
After tucking the clamps in his pocket, Hank raises a hand to Alivian’s chest. Palm flat against him, feeling his heat. Like a spark through his fingertips. Then he’s moving toward one of Alivian’s nipples, two fingers circling. Soft, slow.
“This okay?” he asks. Voice rough; a little gravelly.
[ Red isn't exactly impressed with the game herself. She knows what it is at this point - she's not blind - but she's also very aware that people want her to keep on playing. Try her luck. That's what everyone seems to want out of her. Her first instinct is to say "fuck it" and try to walk out, but she's seen that go wrong. So here she is, half slumped in her chair, eye-balling the younger woman across from her, fingers drumming on the table.
[Rude does his best not to expose his junk to her while he sorts out the coffee, avoiding the sugar but pouring in enough cream to change the coffee from black to a soft brown so he can hand it over. There's breakfast food as well and normally he wouldn't eat in bed, but he's hungry on top of hung over, and this is not his house.]
I'm slowly starting to see what kind of place this is..but not so much the why part. [He puts a forkful of an omelet in his mouth, offering her a bite awkwardly as he tries to find the best way to ask The Question.]
[ Look, he doesn't know if it's possible to sprout ears and a tail literally. But he's also not ruling the possibility out. Who knows what this guy is capable of? All Wei Wuxian knows is that he's loud and energetic and clearly thinks he's a big shot.
Which, of course, means that Wei Wuxian is going to reply with — ]
I could be. Have you done something famous worth being a fan of?
[ Because the best way to deal with types like this is to play along, right! Plus, Beowulf does seem harmless now that the initial personality shock from how everything he is has passed. Might as well be friendly. ]
[ the twins give sylvain a withering sort of look, and any grace he felt like giving the other man immediately disappears like the rest of his patience. ]
I said you would be easy to spot in a crowd.
[ his eyes flick up towards that wild mop of red hair trying to fight itself to stay on sylvain's head. he alluded to something a little more positive than just that, of course, but now he feels much more inclined to be contrary. not the least because the man still won't acknowledge his rightful claim on these blankets. ]
Don't whine. The blankets are the least of what you owe me, considering you take up more than half the bed.
[ He doesn't want to make an enemy, at least! He genuinely wants to make a friend. He just also has. The impulse. The Itch. The need to bother. Still, he doesn't know Neuvillette yet so he's trying to restrain himself. If they're both stuck here, there will be plenty of time to grow this relationship. Since, Wei Wuxian is pretty sure he's stuck here for an indefinite amount of time anyway.
They're both on the same wavelength though in terms of observation. Everything here is new and different, especially for a guy like Wei Wuxian who comes from a place not as technologically advanced as this. Might as well take it in stride and make sure to take your cues from the others.
Wei Wuxian toys with the card in his hand, slipping it between his fingers in a loop as he listens to Neuvillette. The man seems to understand what Wei Wuxian's perspective is, even if he hadn't explained it. That bodes well for a budding friendship. ]
Exactly.
[ But ah, the mention of novels has Wei Wuxian giving a slow blink and a curious head tilt. He's read plenty of fiction but science fiction isn't exactly a popular genre in his time just yet. So, while he has read similar stories, not many. More go back in time because of magic or gods than science. ]
An interesting concept, for sure. Entertaining enough for a story, good enough to have a moral at the end of it. I could see myself spooking my juniors with a story like it.
[And Yasha is trying her best to be polite and not stare. He's well built, she can't help a few glances but keeps her attention on the coffee she's handed and the task of keeping sheet up and over herself (although not as diligently).]
I've been here a while. I still don't know the 'why' part. It tends to vary from month to month. [She eyes the offered food and happily accepts it, savory food and strong coffee being just the right thing she needs after the chaos.]
I remember... casino. And a bunch of gambling. [She quickly corrects herself,] Forced gambling. The staff didn't let people leave unless they played at least one game and, well... [one game turns into two, then three as you try to earn your losses back, and then you're stuck for hours on end.] Other than that, not really. Not clearly anyway. But considering the lack of clothing...
He shivers as he's touched like this, his skin soft and probably about as warm as Sumo's fur, in actuality.
He regards Hank thoughtfully, feeling that careful touch, only for his breath to hitch as Hank starts to play with a nipple. He's familiar enough with this sort of self-stimulation, but it's entirely a different thing when it's someone else's touch....
It's also not enough. It doesn't produce much of a reaction from him at all.
[ she’s not exactly thrilled to be in a flimsy nightie like this like some ingenue or damsel but… she won’t say exactly if she doesn’t mind texas seeing her like this. not that she supposes this could be anything but anti-fanservice for texas but, oh well. ]
Fascinating. A golden peacock, so you say. [ whatever that might be. she reaches over texas to close the door for her, maybe accidentally-on-purpose giving her another eyeful of the robe falling open a little more. but she has plausible deniability here, absolutely. ] That sure explains a lot of things! [ or maybe nothing at all, but she’ll let texas spill more, maybe while she looks for a way out. the limo purrs smoothly down the garage as she searches for the exit. ]
I wouldn’t even mind exploring the place more but maybe after a little field trip outside for some fresh air.
[ one ear twitches; it sure would be nice to get her weapons back, but she supposes a competent kidnapper would dispose of them. … slightly more importantly, she doesn’t know where zaaro is. he should be shadowing her even through a kidnapping. it’d probably be a good idea to look for him, there’s no telling what a restless bastard like him might be up to without someone like lappland to yank back on his leash. ]
[ Troy is no stranger to waking up in strange places. It's never due to some substance abuse, but rather the even stranger phenomena of different worlds. So as strange as it is to wake up to this new world, Troy had his experience to thank that he's not feeling particularly upset. Still, something about it never gets easier. It's still disruptive to his life back home, and he's feeling like this sudden trip might be caused by the enchanted forest he lives at back in his world.
To wake up inside a luxurious limousine was new; peeking outside of the windows show he's in a packed lot, then looking back inside he sees he's not alone. He's glad there's enough headroom for him not to bump his head on the roof. ]
So. First time waking up in a strange car?
[ He asks, wry smile forming on his lips as some sheepishness shows through his calm ]
1 OR 11:
[ All he wanted was some peace and quiet to think. But Troy finds himself lead by his decisions towards a secluded room with a question on its silvery door. Seeing as his only choice is this door or going back to the noise, Troy goes ahead and crosses this area. Immediately, he's asked to draw a card like everyone else, and with a sigh he complies - drawing an ace of spades.
When he arrives at the central lounge that connects to the many private bedrooms, Troy scans the area to see many faces. Studying their expressions with a distant gaze, Troy decides to people watch for a bit before he takes note of someone that piques his interest. ]
Hey, how you doin'?
[ Troy asks, comfortably leaning on his side and gives a warm smile with his calm words. He figured approaching someone like a normal person with a normal greeting would be a welcome thing to do in this strange situation. ]
Here I thought this place would be more relaxing than the game floor, but feels like you can cut the tension here with a butter knife.
[ He states with a shrug. He might have called it tense but he seems to be doing okay, but he looks at the others in the lounge and feels like a lot of them are rightfully nervous. ]
HOUSE OF CARDS:
[ Troy looks at the elaborate stack of cards before him and the stranger in the adjacent side of the table. He admires the impressive stack of cards, but shoots that same appreciative glance towards his partner through the gaps of the card tower. ]
Y'know, I think I'll let you have the honors of going first. So, ask away. I got nothing to hide.
[ He says, despite being the one to take a card from the middle - a daring and risky move - slipping the card to his fingers but reserves the contents of the card to himself, gesturing to his partner to ask the first question ]
AFTERCARE/MORNING AFTER:
[ Troy opens his eyes and immediately feels his senses arouse from slumber. His body isn't what can be called "normal", so grogginess isn't something he experiences. Alcohol and drugs don't affect him either, so his mind is as clear as it was before he decided to spend his first sleep in this new world. The only things clouding it are thoughts of just what kind of world did he ended up in. He sits up quietly, sensing he's not alone. He takes a deep breath and helps his body wake up fully, stretching his neck side to side and letting the cool air give him goosebumps all over his bare torso.
He looks to the other person next to him. With a gentle lay of his hand, he checks if they're awake. Whether they had done the deed or simply slept next to each other, Troy's caring nature makes him concerned for how they're feeling. ]
If you want five more minutes, I wont stop you. But the free food they got us is gonna get cold. Or eaten. By me.
FESTIVAL:
[ OOC: Troy's info and permissions posts should be easy to find in his journal. I left my starters pretty open, but feel free to contact me via DM or onlypuns if you prefer something more tailor-made for our characters! ]
[ Hilda will always be the first to flatter someone - anyone - really, if she thinks it will get her anywhere. But she'll sincerely mean it if she likes the person she's speaking to. And she does very much like Yasha. She understands however dressing in what's comfortable but if flattery will help reassure she'll be more than happy to do that.
Though she would definitely blush if Yasha were to suddenly become poetic at the dice table. There's always later though.
Her eyes appreciatively follow Yasha as she moves before sweeping up the dice in her hands still keeping up the pouting act. ]
Knowing my luck I'm going to get something difficult. [ But she rolls anyway, the dice clattering until they stop on Bite Ear. ] ...Or not.
[ it would be impossible for clorinde to miss neuvillette no matter how much time has passed since she'd last seen him. she's certain it would have been no time at all from his perspective, but for her, it's been at least six months. it's strange—the surge of recognition she felt is immediately tempered by a sinking feeling of... not quite dread, but something adjacent to it, knowing that he too is now trapped in the same way she is. clorinde would have rather he be spared from the debauchery of the resort, but there's little she can do about it now.
but there are some things that remain the same, in spite of it. whatever emotions she had felt are carefully tucked away by the time she approaches him with a glass in hand, taking her spot at his right as she's done before. ]
Your water, Monsieur.
YES HELLO!!! lets start off fresh...mister snake doctor
Pleased to try? Nnn, I am quite happy! Nice to meet you. I am Ashiya Douman, a monk well versed in the onmyouji arts. At your service.
[Of course he knows this man isn't his true Master. But its fun to go along with things, isn't it! He's jubilant, dramatic, beaming with a fanged little smile as he continues.]
Now, then. I shall do what you tell me. I am at your behest. Feel free to use me as see fit, hm.
[ Zeera's not a hundred percent decent herself, but she at least found some underwear and a shirt after waking up. She sits on the floor, taking a break from the morning exercise. ]
Aw, dang! You look great, I wish I could remember any of it.
[ nothing really ever fazes ishmael anymore, yet the way people talk about their sexual encounters here so glibly will never not bother her lowkey. is she going to be just as glib about her sex life the more she stays here?
she hopes not. she really hopes not. (who's gonna tell her)
still, asking this shameless guy a question that should evoke embarrassment sure did backfire, so she's going to take the L for this one. ]
You can just let him down, you know. Unless this place is capable of forcing you to do things you really don't wanna do?
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