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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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Oho, so gallant. Be careful, or I'll want to keep you all to myself past midnight, too.
[ Kizuna meets the careful admiration he feels with a winning smile, it's corners softened by something a little more genuine. While he does play the game, wearing its expectations and debaucheries like a second skin, he does feel so wholly beneath the glamor, soaking up Seimei's attentions. An empath's curse, he supposes.
He tumbles the dice around in the slender cage of his fingers. ]
Each die has twelve sides. One details an action, and the other lists a place on the body. Here, give me your hand.
[ Reaching across the table, he deposits the dice into the other man's palm. ]
When you roll, you perform the action on the body part, unless you'd like to skip. Whoever completes the most actions wins. How does that sound?
[ yeah, she can't help but scowl at the same direction neuvillette was looking at. this is going to be a challenge, and she knows that she won't get out of here alive without fooling around with someone.
still, while she did not foresee copious amounts of sex before coming here, she has gambled with her own life on the line far too many times before arriving here. she looks back on the tower of cards and scans for a good one to pull. ]
I know. Right now, I'm just thinking that this is some sort of pit stop before I can truly go out there and explore. Not that this place isn't worth exploring either.
[ if anything, it's making her even more curious. but she'll hold that thought for now, wiggling at a card before quickly snatching it up --
and the tower of cards fall in a jumble, just like this. ishmael sits there, stunned. ]
...Shit. Um, I guess this is your win. Congratulations.
[ there goes her payout u_u but eh, she'll try again later. ]
Aha, music to my ears and you didn't even have to sing. That's talent.
[ As the elevator carries them up from the parking garage, floor after floor from the basement to the mid-levels, then still upwards, Kizuna sways a little with the obligatory music, also finding it preferable to whatever all that was. ]
There's no need for you to worry. I've been just fine~ I've been looking after a couple friends of yours, too. But I'm sure they'd also tell you not to worry.
[The congee somehow feels rough as he swallows hard. He's quiet for a moment longer, body tense under the comforting hand, but he doesn't pull away. Straightening up, he turns back towards the man sitting next to him.
He tries to keep his expression neutral, though his efforts are also obvious with the conflict emotions barely in check.
A kind act isn't enough to assume someone is kind, of course. Even if he wasn't prepared for all of the evils of the world when he left the mountain, he knew that not everything would be as it seemed. Those who live within the Golden Carp Tower were also kind to his face. Still, someone who can even come off as kind and considerate already differs so much from what he's heard of Wei Wuxian. Someone more monster than man, like a mad dog — that doesn't match with his impression here at all.
His pause lingers for what may feel too long, but as his thoughts race, he recalls the strangeness that occurs in this hotel. There's so many possibilities for what this could mean. Maybe none of what he knows actually contradicts itself, depending on what is actually happening here.
He needs to be cautious, even if he also needs more answers before he can come to a conclusion about this.]
I-I am. And I do know of you.
[Just like his expression, the slight tremble in his voice thwarts his attempt to sound calm.]
[ Though the phrasing should leave Lighter feeling more cautious, he finds that caution ebbing beneath a much stronger instinct: flexing. ]
Oh? Well, I'd tend to agree. Being flashy isn't all there is, even in a row.
[ Somewhere, his faction is sensing a disturbance. And plausible deniability when it comes to being showy is much easier to uphold when he's in his bare ass skin and not his usual get up. (Even if he doesn't seem like he's kidding at all...)
Then, belatedly, as if his jock brain has finally caught up with his mouth: ]
Let's go with a Rooibos tea today then. Smooth and on the sweeter side. Earthy. I think it pairs well with milk and things like sugar or honey if it's natural taste isn't enough. I typically enjoy my teas with two cubes of sugar, so you could say that I enjoy my teas sweet myself. [As he boils some water, he starts preparing a tea pot with one of the blends he has.]
I also enjoy my tea with sweets, though we have an entire breakfast spread to get through.
[As he waits for the tea to steep, he turns and leans against the counter, head tilted to the side. Wriothesley does hold himself with a calm confidence and an easy smile.]
Ask away. I imagine you have many questions being new here.
[ He wonders, briefly, if she shouldn't trust him, but the upwards turn of her face into the draw of his lip feels so sweet that it silences the thought before it really solidifies. Doubt tends to splinter his thoughts, but faith in him is enough to lessen its influence. He wouldn't be who he is without it: a creature wreathed in flame, a warning, a protector without equal. In her hands and with nowhere else to go, he finds peace enough among all of it for tenderness. ]
You can trust me. [ — is finally what he decides on, quietly sweeping his free hand up to her cheek to steady her trembling. It's a little for himself too. ] Which is exactly why I think we should go slow.
[ His lips meet hers again, once, twice, growing hot and pliant at the seams but not pressing past that boundary just yet. When he pulls away, just scant enough to still feel the buzz of her warmth, nose to nose, he gazes thoughtfully at the pretty downturn of her lashes, the color of his heat on her skin. ]
If I'm getting to be the one to touch you, I want to know the places you like. So you're gonna have to tell me...
[ Tucking pale locks behind her ear, he angles in to offer her parted lips and a faint brush of his tongue in return. ]
...alright?
True fact: I did actually RNG Slap Genitals HELKODFKJD CRYING.
[He will let you hold them. He needs someone to carry them once in awhile.
Wriothesley immediately invades Dan Heng's personal space though. He leans down, pressing his nose against the smaller man's neck for a moment, seemingly taking his time with the moment. Look, they're going to have to get used to this kind of intimacy and he's going to just encourage it.
He places his hands firmly on Dan Heng's hips before carefully running his tongue up the side of their neck. His breath comes out in cool puffs, his Cryo Vision naturally keeping him on the cooler side.] Your turn. [A gentle whisper against the man's ear before he pulls back.]
[ To the compliment, Aerith offers him a dazzling smile. As uncomfortable as the garment is, of course it's nice to hear that someone thinks it looks good! But it's what he says next that really gets her attention, making her brows rise and her head tilt as she tries very hard not to be too hopeful
(and probably fails a little bit) ]
Do you think they'd let me change? I guess it'll sound kinda strange for me to say this, but it felt almost like a punishment, you know? Because I came to the party in the wrong kind of clothes.
[ Never mind that she didn't exactly know there was a party, let alone a fancy one, but she's not about to make excuses for herself. ]
It would be nice, though. I think the dress is pretty, but everything about it is uncomfortable!
[ Seriously, she's worn an soldier's uniform more comfortable than this. ]
[ If she doesn't notice the stranger immediately, it's only because Aerith is staring in private mortification at the message that has come through now that she's holding her brand new fleshlight, instructing her to use it with someone. Of course, given the kind of place this is, she shouldn't have expected the game to be quite as simple as "spin a wheel, win a toy"... more fool her, right? Now, she has a problem to solve...
It's only while she's mulling over it that she finally notices the man standing with his arms up as cash rains down on him, paying no attention whatsoever to it because his eyes are on her.
She smiles as he sputters—not laughing at him, though unfortunately the timing may make it seem as if she is—raising her free hand in greeting. She's never met him before to her own knowledge, but there's something about the way he looks at her that makes her wonder if actually, she has— ]
Hi there~. [ She tries not to think about the fact that her other hand, resting at her side, is cupped around a particularly fancy-looking fleshlight. ] I saw you getting showered in money just now! I guess congratulations are in order, right?
[ She... wasn't thinking straight!!! And it shows in her expression as she floats up and realises this. But that's okay! She's not too angry about it when she has her priorities straight.
It's admittedly a little difficult to maneuver oneself in the air like this, but she summons a Glyph at her feet so that she can use it to bounce onto another Glyph. It might be a pretty sight to see from below with how graceful she looks, but she is not at all careful with her words. ]
He said quit horsing around and leave him alone!
[ Did she have to add that horse joke? Yeah, unfortunately, because Ragna just got called a stallion and there's something funny about that. Sorry, Wagna.
Whether or not Ragna's gone far because he's floating away from the old lady (we'll just call her Dolores like the sun because she's so HOT for Wagna)
Dolores does not seem deterred though! She's been here long enough to be immune to the charms of royalty. She doesn't find Weiss' rank to be a threat! It only powers her more, chasing after both her dentures and Ragna, whichever or whoever is easier to get to.
"He's just in denial! I know men like him well! ♥"
Oh god.
Weiss probably looks like an idiot flailing about and making grabby hand motions at Ragna now. Just... a little more bouncing around!!!!!! ]
[ the longer he looks at leona's ears or tail, the more they're going to react. why? part of it is unconscious. the other part is watching akira's eyes. they are... aware. alert. yeah he might be yawning and perhaps just as perpetually as leona but. he knows better! he'd be doing himself and akira a disservice if he underestimated him. that's true in chess, in card games, in gambling, and in life. ]
You're right, but it's a nice thing to make things feel normal around here.
[ because their situation is anything but normal. as he watches akira leave the bed, leona's own eyes trail over his backside. yeah. he can't help himself which is why he also crawls out on the same side the other guy does. at least he keeps his hands to himself. ]
Curry... sushi... well. At least you're not crammin' yourself full of veggies.
( can't believe sylvain is out here insinuating that neuvillette might be so crass as to ever consider breaking the law? inconceivable.
but the innocent question about clothing does prompt neuvillette out of his chair, eyes widening in surprise and cheeks coloring in apology. despite his own disheveled appearance - shirt partially unbuttoned, strands of hair sticking out every which way - his movements as he crouches towards the ground remain graceful nonetheless. )
My apologies for the oversight. Please, allow me.
( to fish out the various clothes scattered on the floor. blame waking up in an unfamiliar room with an unfamiliar person at his side, a first in all the hundreds of years he's been alive.
some sixty seconds later, he pops back up with a shirt dangling off the fingers of one hand and a pair of pants dangling off the other. as for underwear......sylvain will either have to find those himself or simply go without. )
[ By the time the machine is off the ground Xue Yang is already preparing to move away. It means that by the time it's coming down he's clear of it, the greatest danger the potential shrapnel that could spray his direction as he backs off. His opponent's speed is nothing impressive so far but he's well aware that this guy has only been throwing around the heaviest things in reach.
Their fight is hard to miss for anyone who isn't completely engrossed in their games. While many of the hotel guests have made the sane decision to clear out, there's more than one eyeing the piles of coins dumped across the floor as if just waiting for the opportunity to swoop in like vultures and profit from the chaos.
Not that Xue Yang is paying them any mind. If they want to die for wealth, what's it to him? He's busy with a fight. ]
Faster than that.
[ Does this guy have trouble with dodging, was he trying to use the opportunity, or was he just proving a point? It's still up in the air, and as much as Xue Yang enjoys a good grapple it seems particularly unwise to make that his next attempt in this particular fight. This guy is strong, and if Xue Yang gives him the opportunity, he'd probably happily take a limb.
Using the cover of the second destroyed machine Xue Yang vaults over it in an attempt to limit the available time to react. It puts gravity on his side but makes it harder to change course as he comes down from above, once again a kick, this time aimed at that helmet and whatever is beneath it. One hand keeps contact with the machine, enough that he can at least still redirect himself if needed even if he's not in a position where he'd be able to abort the movement entirely. ]
[ Up this close the scent of bitter herbs clinging to him will no doubt make themselves apparent given his medical practice, but it’s too late to warn Kizuna of that now that their tongues finally make contact, and—
He shudders, wondering if it’s only the novelty of kissing someone new—because this is a kiss to him, and it sparks electric on the tip of his tongue where that mark sits, warm and eager as Baizhu instinctively leans in to make it a more proper kiss. ]
( there it goes, the house of cards all fallen down, swept away like autumn leaves in a forceful gust of wind. were he another person, he might find joy or satisfaction in his victory; as it stands, the only feeling that swells in his chest is that of relief over one of these party games come to an end.
though it hardly seems fair for her to lose such a sum over a simple game of chance. thus, he holds up one hand and says: )
Miss Ishmael, if you wouldn't mind waiting a moment.
( such a pronouncement would usually precede something important, but instead of addressing her again, he motions instead for the nearby staff to come over before engaging in a quiet discussion with them. give him a moment. )
[Akira can feel that staring, those eyes boring holes into his own arched back. his pulse quickens, heart thrumming a little harder against his ribs. . . but he doesn't say anything. after all, fair is fair, right? a gander for a gander!! to keep things perfectly even]
[it's also hard to tell whether he actually has a nice backside, considering the way his baggy pajamas hang loose across his waist. but there are hints of sleek lines underneath that oversized clothing, evident in the way he moves smoothly through his lazy stretch, until his arms fall back to his sides]
Do you have something against carrots?
[stupid question. he's a carnivore, of course he hates veggies]
[ if anyone can, clorinde can—all she needs to do is ask.
not that tseng is thinking about a next time, right now. he can barely even think about anything except what's happening right in this moment: the intoxicating heat of her mouth, the look of affection in her eyes as she swallows him down again. tseng's teeth dig unconsciously into his lip, only to release on a breathless gasp as clorinde's tongue drags along the sensitive vein along the underside of his cock. he feels strung taut, every fiber of him straining with the conflicting desires to come and to never let this end.
in the end, it's the sound of her voice that does him in. the sound, a little muffled by his cock in her throat, and the vibration of it that ricochets through tseng's oversensitive nerves and leaves him panting, struggling against the urge to lift his hips up into her mouth. ]
Fuck, Clorinde—I'm—
[ and that's the warning she gets, all tseng is capable of before orgasm comes over him like a tidal wave. it sweeps through every inch of his body, outward from the tight knot of heat in the pit of his stomach, his cock twitching and throbbing in the moments before he spills into clorinde's mouth with a bitten-off curse and a low, emphatic moan. by some minor miracle he manages to keep his eyes open, although lidded, watching in awe as she swallows what she can. ]
[ which, tseng realizes in the instant after the words leave his mouth, is an insane thing to say out loud. least of all because this isn't an aerith who remembers having been here before, which means he needs to be more circumspect about what he says and how.
it doesn't make him blush—tseng hasn't blushed in decades—but it does make him clear his throat slightly as he sets the toy down on the mattress. out of sight out of mind. ]
I appreciate that. [ it might not be aerith with her memories of this place, but it is unmistakably aerith: who else would be able to offer comfort like this to a man who is ostensibly her jailer? ] It has been less objectionable for me than for some others, though, because of my assigned rank—Jack of Diamonds.
[ even with only a few days under her belt, aerith will probably know that means creature comforts that aren't given to those of lower ranks. she will probably also know that tseng is deeply uncomfortable with the status and attention. ]
[ For most people—people who can't see the future—a little nervousness when faced with the unknown is to be expected. Keita certainly can't fault Hilda for that, and indeed she does seem to be holding up well despite whatever apprehension she may feel about the game itself.
As she accepts the box, Keita gently guides them to take a step or two away from the table to allow another guest to take their turn. ]
Not often, [ he admits. ] But I understand the concept well enough.
[ Keita glances from the box up to meet Hilda's gaze, tilting his head slightly in a curious cant. It's a silent way of asking, Are you all right with this? ]
(that's always been the surprise, cellinia is often good at keeping these things close to her chest. the issue is that she also can start to show glimpses of herself as time goes on (maybe not past the first layer with ease) but she doesn't discriminate with this. some can find it hard to tell if they're even "cool" to talk with her on a daily basis, exusiai being one such person in her life that struggled with that during their time together at work. regardless, texas can appreciate these things. someone can find it easy to be drawn in and more than that with how she functions, she doesn't always overthink when it's easy to go by the vibes. follow those and think more later. which also meant doing whatever she could to ensure that the more snobby crowd kept their distance, she's at her core the least likely to be expected to do these things.
comes off as quiet, too stoic for her own good, and even not the sort of girl to loosen up. but she did all those things, she drank, and she got what fun she could from the games. laughter while they both went around the oasis, hazier moments cellinia couldn't quite remember herself and the recollection of shouko's arm around her waist. the wolf didn't mind that. physical contact had been something she was edging into acceptance of more thanks to friends she's made. people that wanted to hug her or be affectionate by other means; that still was a struggle, yet she's working on it which is something that can be said about texas for as cold as she can come off as.
for an ice queen, she cares a lot when she takes the offered cigarette and lights it with her own flip lighter. she was supposed to cut back, but sometimes it's not easy. sometimes, it was best to just go with the flow, as she's always done. that's all texas can do. all she'd really ever do while taking a drag of her own. the ashtray that was nearby is set between them to help a bit more. nicotine as much as it's her vice of choice serves as a decent reminder that texas is still here, still going.)
It was nothing, besides, I think we both deserved a break from whatever the House throws at us. (though she did reach to look around a little, what is she looking for? hair ties, she found one luckily to tie that messy bedhead of hers back into a high ponytail. to get it out the way while somewhat relieved, they both got out of their experiences at the party relatively unscathed. it was better that way, but maybe she did notice the nervousness. that didn't overwrite her noticing the gratitude, though.) ....sometimes people learn to stop when they see my teeth are different. Not everyone stops, unsurprisingly.
[ the flush on her cheeks has spread down her throat by now, pooling in her chest within the confines of her robe. it's strange—she feels almost too warm, but rather than pull away, she only craves more of it: more of his proximity, his heat, his gentle touches. she wonders idly if the desire for it has always been there, gone dormant because of her past or the war, only to be awakened by tenderness.
or maybe it's him and the safety she can feel in the warmth of his hands.
the lump in her throat has faded, now that the newness of it is replaced by the desire to pull him even closer. the kisses settle her, eager to reciprocate despite her inexperience; another sound gets lost between the blur of one kiss to the next, soft and halfway to a moan, as she tries to separate the meaning of his words from the way they feel. ]
... Okay. [ she doesn't know the places she likes—she wouldn't know before this. but she wants to find out, and it's without hesitation that she takes one of his hands, guiding it to the knot where her robe is secured. before she lets go of his hand, she finds his gaze again, the haze clearing from her eyes momentarily. ] Will you tell me, too? The places that you like.
[Without the obstruction of glasses, it's easier to see the man's eyes, though he dares meet them only for a moment. Their color surprises him, like looking into the refraction of a sunset somewhere between gold and red.]
I don't need to say it, do I?
[He knows. Both of them know, because they're surrounded — every gilded angle of a cage created on the premise of value. Indecent, entirely physical. Intimate.]
You'll be disappointed if you're interested in my card. I haven't yet been assigned a rank or a suit. [Useless in the context of the Game, as he understands it. Sunday keeps his voice carefully toneless.] ... But even if I did have those things, I couldn't. I — can't.
[ ...is what she says, sure. however, mona follows it up with some cheekiness. ]
Though, it is something I've considered doing before.
[ predicting her partner, the rolls, the winner—they're all within her capabilities. it isn't really gambling if you can predict the future. but mona does not want to start off on the wrong foot... even if she's been scolded for using her power without permission once before. ]
mona pulls her finger away from its surface to bring the disk a bit closer to sunday's side, gesturing at the many glyphs and symbols reflected there. of course, he has not studied how to read them, exactly, but there's information obviously being presented. a number of things, some flickering and clipping with the flow of hydro. ]
I would have to sit and properly analyze the data, but I can discern enough about you to know you are valuable.
[ praise from mona megistus... oh, how pleasant. ]
Here, in this world, I have just one disciple. You would be my second.
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