【 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.
Guess I must be. The jackasses didn't explicitly tell me that, though.
[ Oh. No, nevermind, he's good. Grumpy guy or not, she's claiming this side of the booth and there's not a damn thing he can do about it. Tough cookies, fella. Mayou's got a buzz going from the good bubbly and it's got her feeling loose and relaxed in a way that's practically unprecedented in a settling like this - Ragna's just gonna have to Deal With It until the game's over, or she gets overconfident and drinks too much. ]
A little enthusiasm won't kill you, you know.
[ Siiiiiiiiiiiiiip. ]
Unless you'd prefer to sit here by yourself all night?
[ There's a twitch of one ear at the sound of the giggling, but Broca will politely fail to call the man out on it as he sits back up, unconsciously licking his bottom lip even though all he came into contact with was cloth.
Sorry. [ He doesn't sound all that sorry. Or look it, either, if that smirk is anything to go by as he watches her approach. ] Comes with the whole package, I'm afraid. [ And waxing was not a thing in Fodlan. Shocking, he knows.
He watches her bend down, a little impressed when she just goes for it. Most people are blushing or stuttering when first arriving here, but he can appreciate her attitude. Shares it, for the most part, and he can't help but grin as he feels the wet slide of her tongue on his skin.
And squirms a little, because she might have found a vaguely ticklish spot. ]
[ It probably isn't something that another man wants to hear-- being called cute and adorable-- but it's true! And he's an honest person. He takes the watch with a stupid little smile on his face, putting it back on. ]
[ For once, he's not the first to look away, and it fortifies his decision in his heart. Light shapes dance across the backs of his eyelids, like he's looked at something too bright for a little too long. But the quality of light is different than the one he knows, newer and less harsh. He captures her lips in a proper kiss, shallow and easy. If it's now, in this comfortable liminality, he can forget that there are less kind motivations waiting at the door for them — no suit, no rank. Lighter doesn't know everything about the game, but he knows enough. ]
Okay. [ A contented rasp, hot in the hollow of his throat. When he pulls back a little, there's some humor in his gaze, the low pulse of red deeper, more vibrant. ] I may look calm, but the fact that you agreed makes me want to pass out.
[ At least he's being honest. He can feel the thrum of her pulse as it nears the surface of her skin, the way she's become so warm. Not going back on what he'd offered, he shifts beneath the sheets, leaning forward on a broad palm that divots the mattress. ]
We can go slow.
[ A brush of his nose across her cheek, idle presses of his lips here and there. ]
[ Likewise, Beowulf has an overwhelming amount of confidence, so it’s nice to see the energy being even here. He can’t be annoyed at the way she laughs or holds herself like the big boss in the bedroom. He’s here for it. Gloat all you want, queen.
The rearrangement to having her on his lap is appreciated, and he spares no time placing his arms around her. ]
Are you kidding me? I’m 287 pounds of steel and sex appeal! Just try and break me. I’d love to see it.
[ Not to say she couldn’t, but maybe he’s giving her consent to be a little rough. After all, he’s a wrestler, so he’s used to being knocked around (wrestling is so gay.)
It shows that he’s a champion, though, muscles firm and tight beneath his skin and body hair. He’s got a lot of both, so hopefully Jane likes that too. He isn’t exactly one to brat out much, though. She will find he’s pleasantly compliant which may be surprising for someone with such an ego. ]
Let’s start with some sugar.
[ Just like that, he’s going to try and dip down to kiss her on the lips. ]
[ Lighter acquiesces and follows him out into the suite proper, fast realizing through the haze that this man knows his way around this place. He's also more forthcoming about his experiences, unlike some of the other guests he'd met around the house-mandated soiree. Not because they were trying to be unhelpful, he thinks, but more because they were too lost in the hedonism to understand what he was trying to get at. This is a good opportunity, he thinks, albeit vaguely. On his way, he casts a furtive glance downwards at the watch still cuffed to his wrist — a wildcard, still. ]
It would be better, yeah. [ Lighter replies, the tone of it flat and automated. No, he does not want a sex toy. ] But if we're gonna start with ice-breakers, I prefer sweet flavors, if that helps your tea mission any.
[ Scrubbing the back of his neck to disperse some tension or maybe a hint of awkwardness, he glances around the grandeur of the suite. ]
Am I asking questions first, or would you like the honors?
This spoon is going nowhere near food or my mouth, thanks.
[ Not without some serious sanitizing!!! Ahem. Anyway. Mayou ignores the glittery flakes of cheap plastic glued to her body like they're magnetized, seemingly happy to roll with 'ignore it until it goes away' problem solving like a responsible adult. It's unlikely to actually do anything, but hope springs eternal.
In the meantime, Mayou strolls along at Lighter's side like they've been old pals for more than just ten whole minutes, giving the aforementioned dancefloor a thoughtful look. ]
Rigged, huh.... how would that work? Step on your partner's toes and get punished with something? [ Hey, he can drive this Best Buddies Bus on a detour straight into a ditch if he likes - she's just along for the ride and the shared prize ptsd. ] Long way's fine. Take a right past the bathrooms.
[ She will help him! After giving him a hard time for a bit... it's always funny! Ragna, amidst his screaming and freaking out, might just see the little Weiss from down below extend both her arms up to try and reach for him, even hopping once to grab his hands!
She still can't reach though!
It's not dread that gets the hairs on her arms to stand up when she hears the voice of the old lady. She doesn't seem upset or jealous either, compared to the last time she encountered her in the casino when she and Ragna were playing the blindfold game... Still, she does look around to see if anyone's serving the same drink Ragna had, quickly grabbing one from the staff and downing it without even thinking of the repercussions. In an instant, she starts leaving the ground, gravity no longer pulling her down.
Her petticoat at least helps from those she's leaving behind on the floor to not see anything underneath what she's wearing. RWBY magic. ]
Hang on! [ She's... SHE'S FLYING!!! SLOWLY BUT SURELY... ] I'm coming!
[ ...Yeah go ahead everyone else. Take that out of context. IT WORKS BOTH WAYS!
[ Desire flourishes as his shoulders hit the wall, lips parting in a soft sound of ecstasy when Wriothesley's tongue delves against him. He's come to like it, having glimpses of that raw strength leveled against him. Part of him has dreamed about it all night in the glow of the chandeliers, watching him measure himself among the thrum of strangers. He wants the crush of his attention against his mouth, kisses so deep he can barely think beyond them. ]
Hands first.
[ Kizuna's kisses shallow only briefly to instruct Wriothesley on what he wants even as he cleaves to his desires just as easily. A gasped murmur, full of teeth and tongue as he pushes his hips into the other man's awaiting hands. ]
— ah, but. [ A devilish curl of kiss-wetted lips, long fingers tightening into the thick material of his coat where it lays across his shoulders to keep him pulled close. ] Keep the gloves on, if you want to.
[ Raising a single enterprising finger into the air, Kizuna smiles helpfully. ]
There's one sex toy. For the resort, that's actually quite reserved. [ Taking into account that Scott is finally calmer, Kizuna leaves out some of the other items available to them in the kit. No need to bring up certain things at the breakfast table. ] Otherwise, everything else left for us seems tame. Stay here.
[ Easing off of the bed, Kizuna removes the hydrating eyepatches he'd had on and dumps them into the trash. He moves to the breakfast spread, picking up plates of foods and arranging them on an ornate tray to bring back to the bed. Luckily it's plenty big, the blankets and sheets plush and stable enough for it to sit atop without spilling. ]
I know it seems counterproductive to accept favors from the place that's made you feel this way in the first place, but knowing when to give is also important.
[ me desperately trying to remember if stoplights are a thing in hsr.. probably?? there were cars in penacony?? and also like.. the starskiffs.. anyway -
as sylvain's thumb slides over his lip, dan heng's shoulders slope further. there's still a good amount of noise around them, but in this little private alcove most of it is muffled and distant, enough that, in combination with sylvain's gentle touch and voice, dan heng's panic levels are rapidly decreasing.
by the time he lifts his eyelids again, he's feeling much more himself. ]
Yes, I understand. You have my word that I will speak up, should we encounter anything I don't enjoy.
[ He watches Dan Heng take in the instructions, relaxing gradually as he talks, as his thumb slides against his lip and then back his jaw. When those eyes flutter open once more, it’s to see a quietly intent expression on Sylvain’s face and the faintest hint of a smile tugging at the corner of his lips.
His hand comes to cup against Dan Heng’s jaw instead, tipping his head up towards him as he leans in - close, but not yet touching. Letting him adjust to this, too. ]
Good.
[ He murmurs the word softly before leaning in and kissing the young man, closing the distance between them. His lips are warm and steady, and he focuses on showing Dan Heng’s what to do, how to do it. He has no idea how much experience he has to call on, after all, so he’ll start with the first step and adjust as necessary. ]
[ she's taken by the easy way he kisses her, the firmer press of his lips against hers; their warmth and texture. something cracks open in her chest, fledging and delicate, emotion surging up to make the lump in her throat worse. she feels tears threaten to well up behind her closed eyes and she takes another shaky, steadying breath, slipping her fingers into his hair just for something to hold on to. just this is already so much—it's silly, how overwhelming it is, but she doesn't want him to stop. ]
It's okay, [ she laughs sheepishly, a little watery. ] I feel like I might, too.
[ does it make it better knowing that he isn't the only one? she doesn't know. but his honesty does provide some comfort, calming the staccato beat of her pulse momentarily before he shifts forward. ]
You don't have to. [ she swallows, melting a little beneath his kisses, tipping her face up to them like a flower to the sun. ] I'll be all right.
[ her head tilts, catching his lips with hers briefly once he gets close enough. ]
[ Keep that in mind, Kabru. The next time that you need anything done.. just string him along into it. Likewise, Beowulf is quite the people pleaser, so he also loves being reinforced with positive attention. You could say he does things kindly so he gets the reward of being praised. He’s that type of guy.
His skin is incredibly tight from all the build underneath, there’s plenty of surface area for Kabru to kiss and suck. He gives Kabru the reward of sighing constantly when kissed, then moaning audibly when sucked. He also appreciates more of his body being touched; he’s very proud of his physique, so his spine curves and pushes into Kabru’s hold.
The dice didn’t say this either, but his hands travel lower, sliding smoothly against Kabru’s back until he fondles him fully on the ass. If Kabru is gonna appreciate his body, he’s going to do the same thing. ]
[ Words like that might grate against someone else's patience, but for Kizuna, wise to the feelings that flourish behind Bakugo's threats, they serve as encouragement. He doesn't know when to quit, always hoping for the high of someone's emotions to capitulate to him. Caught between caustic words and flaring physical reactions to him... he wonders. Which will prevail?
Kizuna is otherwise pliant in his grasp, helpfully providing the palm of his hand when asked and depositing the dice back on the table when the roll determines their next move. ]
Support me while I make it easier for you, okay?
[ Slipping his arm from around Bakugo's shoulders, Kizuna reaches down to unbutton his shirt — really, it's just one button at his middle, his top being more of a lightweight blazer. Across his chest, the body chains attached to his gaudy pearl collar twinkle and shift as he pulls them aside, exposing a wide swath of pale, unbroken skin. He leaves a little to the imagination, keeping the hems of the blazer pulled just modestly enough to cover nipples perked from the sudden exposure to the air. ]
[ A memory of something? A flash of familiarity that isn't entirely in the grasp of the resort, there and gone against the warm backdrop of his empathy. This man's satisfaction diffuses, dark and alluring. Kizuna understands that he's playing into something he can't quite sense, but it doesn't dull his inclination any.
Without further pretense, he licks into his mouth, breath pluming low through his nose. It's less a kiss than the act might suggest, the way he laves his tongue against the awaiting spade mark — the heat and wetness of the overlap softened by his parted lips.
There is a curiosity in it, the cursory exploration of Baizhu's tongue laid against his own. ]
Just like I thought. [ A soft laugh as he positions them into the queue to await their grand forgery. ] You're the only leading lady for me.
[ While they wait, Kizuna's demeanor at her side is as affable as ever, though his attention is rapt on the entrance, gauging all the while with a keen eye — how the doormen act towards guests, the way they verify rank. When it's finally their turn, he flashes a clandestine smile at her. Showtime. ♥ ]
Here we are. [ He is the very picture of a simpy doting lover, leading his Queen along by the precious tips of her gloved fingers. ] Watch your step, my darling.
[ At the entrance, one of the security guards checks his list with Kizuna's information, an act that seems to wear this rank 10's patience thin. When it's Mona's turn, however, they don't allow them through right away, offering half an explanation: "This area is prohibited for anyone not on our records, we —" ]
Hmm? [ Kizuna interrupts, waving a hand at them. ] How bothersome that you're still talking to us. Can't you see that we're in a hurry?
[ Ragna is gradually gaining speed. Oh-so-slowly, but it's happening as his "fight or flight" mode kicks in. Usually? He's not one to back down from a challenge. But this is a tumultuous one in that old lady that's been a thorn in his side for practically as long as he's known Weiss. In the grand scheme of things? It was all harmless. But that wasn't stopping him from not wanting to lock lips with a- ]
-freaking fossil! Don't get too close to me!
[ Suddenly, from the edge of his vision, Ragna spots Weiss frantically resorting to her own drastic measure, sliver of champagne in hand as he's too late to warn her. Unless...she already knew?! ]
Weiss, wait! Don't! You'll-
[ ... ]
-float too...
[ "I'm coming!" ]
Please!
[ "And I'm GOING to be when I get you, you stallion you~" ]
YOU will be doing NO coming of any sort!!
[ This dining space... They gotta get out of this dining space and out into the open. Even if he winds up floating over the casino area as a whole. Swimming like he's in all-too-thick water, Ragna scrambles to look at Weiss as he calls to her. ]
We gotta get out into the open! We can ditch her that way!
[ tfw ishmael really got sent to the basement in the end... but right now, she doesn't know that. ]
Eh, I wouldn't rule that out. My luck has always been abyssmal.
[ yet she just shrugs it off like it's no big deal. whatever this mysterious resort has in store for her, it can't be as bad as the everyday horrors she and her fellow sinners have to put up with in the City, right?
right???
she wants to believe. least this place doesn't have eldritch sea creatures coming out from the deep to parasitize on humans. that alone is already a huge bonus for her. though honestly, even if she'd end up in the basement, she wouldn't be quick to be accepting handouts anytime soon. she's going to work for it, even if she has to use her own body until she can achieve some security in this place.
she'll bide her time, but for now: ]
Anyway, whose turn is it now? The sooner we wrap up this game, the faster I can get my payout and get enough money to buy dinner or something.
[ For all intents and purposes, she could have very well been a seasoned player at this resort who slipped under his nose! ...Unlikely, but Ragna would be the first person to admit that he wasn't the biggest social butterfly. He made a living out of keeping everyone at arm's length...unless he was trying to beat the shit out of them, anyway. But Stelle breaks eye contact first, and there's a small part of him that almost felt...bad?
That's something that wouldn't have happened with a fresh Grim Reaper to this world. He wouldn't have given a rats ass about any of her reactions. But nearing a year, and this world has made something of an impact on him! Softer around the edges...sharp as they may still be. So when the second die hits the table, he's the first to let out a deep-toned sigh. ]
Look. It's not all THAT bad. Especially when you can just cheese...the...
[ Oh. Moment granted, O' Wayward Trailblazer. It says ASS. ]
ASS?!
[ "...Did these dice just call me an ass-licker?! Me?!" ]
SHHH-! [ Finger to hissing teeth as he leans in. ] Do you WANT everyone to start staring?!
[ Suddenly, Stelle takes fate into her own hands...and commands that he take HIS hands to drop his pants. So much for volume control because: ]
HUH?!
[ Now it's Ragna's turn to get red in the face. Because you don't live in this haunted sex casino for as long as he has without getting a dirty thought or two. Shaking his head, shocks of white hair bouncing with his bewilderment, he has to just...have his own moment, thankyouverymuch. ]
Wait a goddamn minute! Won't it count if we just- [ -...lick over the pants? Come on, Ragna. You should know better by now. Cheating the system too hard? Was just asking him to have his suit flair up on him as punishment. ]
[ There's a slow shift to his expression as reality cords itself within the certainty of those words. It must have taken ages of practice for them to sound as pretty as they do while cradling the inherent cruelty of the situation. Acknowledgement has a certain cadence, a timbre; it makes him fast realize it could've been any other cruelty, any other situation. Another reflection, he senses, slightly aslant of the one he's trying to focus on. To blink the stars away would be a waste, and so they must be strengthened instead, studded and preserved as a measure of defense. Dressed up and turned back out on the world, unprepared to meet one of its own.
Idolatry, he thinks. A sweetness burnt to cauterization. How alike and yet so rifted, the schism aching with a longing that still doesn't quite feel like it belongs to him. It is... irony, he's sure. Always playing the game as intended and yet feeling cowed by such balletic desensitization.
Gaze drawing along the slope of ruffled feathers in polite interest, Kizuna's eyes have since returned to normal, the rounds of his pupils tightened slightly; around them, the auric color is watery at the edges, overbright. ]
Our benefactors enjoy dealing in excess. [ An agreement, however pale. ] But you can still make their stage yours with a little know-how... so that when the time comes, the beds might not be as cold.
[ Therein lies the truth of it: there isn't a way out of the steep price physically marked on them. He could sugarcoat that reality but finds himself shying from doing so, constitution thrumming with a thousand nameless colors. Sifting out the stardust to get at the foundation, the honesty, beneath.
A moment passes and he pushes up from his seat, crossing the limousine's length to kneel closer to the partition between the back and the driver's cab. ]
May I?
[ He gestures for her wrist that hosts the resort's handcuff, the one scored by redness. ]
[ Brow knit, and a growl of a sigh, and Ragna reaches over, past Stelle from where she's standing...and wordlessly pulls on the curtain to their booth of a game table. Giving them a little extra privacy. He intended it to save both of them some early embarrassment. But instead?
"Oh wow. Not even a single turn in and things are getting heated~?" ]
Uh-
[ Some passersby saw Ragna shut the curtain, thinking the pair must have gotten a combination like 'SUCK' & 'NIPPLE' or dare it be something even MORE raunchy. His face reddens further. Fine! Whatever! Let them think what they want. They've got their own goal to carry out. And so help him, they're going to get PAID today! Shooting to his feet, he finally turns around as instructed. ]
Alright then, lady. [ Because a certain rudeass hasn't asked for her name yet. He unfastens his belt, ultimately deciding to actually strip it off entirely before he pops the button on his trousers and zips down. But instead of dropping them down fully, Ragna reluctantly partway pulls down the back of his pants, exposing half his well-toned ass. ] You get some top cheek.
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