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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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Do you believe that just because someone has dealt with unpleasant things, they should continue to suffer in silence?
( His question is soft, but insistently prodding. Still, he drops it only a moment later, lifting a hand to make a waving gesture, slow and reassuring. Don't worry about it. )
Well, I'm often guilty of the same view when it comes to myself, so I can't truly scold you for it. ( Though he still would, if she hadn't asked so nicely to not worry. ) Maybe in getting to know one another, we can make this situation the least of our unpleasant experiences.
( Oh, progress! He distances his hands a little, still hovering just a bit away and inching back to steady him as he wobbles, in an animated sort of observance that's meant to be lighthearted. )
Ah, if this is a regular occurrence, then I must be. I woke up in that den of... cars, they were called?
( Den, garage, whatever. He places a hand over his chest, smiling a little playfully. )
My name is Jae Ha. If you've been here longer, shall I address you as my senior? ♥
( Oh. Well, that's as grumpy as he could have expected by now, but an explanation nonetheless. So they don't have to worry about armies coming out of nowhere, or some horrible King coming down to imprison them all in chains, then? He'll have to trust this kindhearted young man with that, and hope that everyone here will be just fine.
After all, the best way he can help everyone is by gathering more information for himself. So with one last reluctant look at the garage, he hops a little to catch up to where Bakugo stands, hair swishing behind him. He should find a ribbon, too... )
Well, I wouldn't be much help there. I could understand the car I kicked setting off alarms, but there was one that went off just from me landing beside it!
( In other words, he'd probably cause more harm than good... )
So, this must be your way of agreeing to a tour. I owe you one, Katsuki Bakugo. ♥
( He's just saying both names to be playful here, really, since it was such a formal introduction. )
( It's rare that he's indulged in his wild comments and fantasies regarding pain. It's a little uncomfortable, after all, when you're dealing with nonsexual manners to have someone suddenly becoming excited over a rather nice kick or punch. But here, this— the context is entirely different. Inviting this closeness, not just encouraging it, but arguably enforcing it?
He shouldn't be so surprised that someone would take him up on the offer.
But he's stunned, a little, as a strong hand catches into the strands of his hair. Enough that his normal reaction time is too delayed to flinch back from it. Instead, his breath catches in the back of his throat, and his eyes flick upwards to meet Suguru's with a sharp intensity that hits like reflex. Something in the way he's gripped tells Jae Ha that these hands have done so much more, and likewise, it's something in his own, briefly piercing stare that says he's just grabbed onto a wild beast.
But it melts like butter as soon as Jae Ha remembers himself, and with the guided press of his face against warm, bare skin, he smiles and flashes a smile that's enough to bare the sight of his fangs— beast, not vampire— as his heart races. )
It seems I'm not the only one who can be forward.
( That thrilling command, rough but not excessively so, demanding and stinging just enough that it has his heart beating fast, torn between fleeing as fast as he can and submitting to that overwhelming feeling. The breath he exhales out over Suguru is something like a silent laugh, but then he bites, gentle considering the teeth he's working with. Not enough to draw blood, but certainly enough to smart a little. )
( It's easy, and it's fun, to go along with the rush of a situation like this, to put an excessive amount of energy into his actions, his voice, his emotions, just to further ease those around him. And it's nice, isn't it? To relax a little more, to play around a little more, to see bits of those strangers becoming who they really are around him.
So yes, he is a little heartbroken that he caused that to stop, but her smug little smile tells him this is fine, too. Still, he looks awfully determined, now, snatching up the dice with a flushed expression like he's not a whole ass grown man. )
Prepare for the roll of your dreams.
( He rolls!
But he lands on TICKLE and KNEE, so the tension sort of dies when he just stays there frozen like he might be able to will the dice to roll over one or two more times. )
[ It's telling that Stelle can't think of any reason to stop, or anything he could do that she might be uncomfortable with, but even so, his consideration is so sweet and thoughtful — the exact aspects of Dan Heng that allows her to approach this with no second-guessing. As with everything she's experienced since she woke up on the Space Station, she will trust her heart and her gut, and she'll trust the person she's decided to share this with. That has decided to share this with her.
So her lips turn up in a soft smile when his brush against her own, glancing and careful but warm and sure. Yes...this isn't a choice she will regret.
In a soft exhale that gusts over his mouth: ] As long as you do the same for me, okay?
[ She can be a bit intense! And instinct tells her she will quickly figure out what she likes, and how she likes it. Her lips tingle from that brief contact alone, eager and seeking more, and so she doesn't hesitate, one hand lifting out of the water to glide along his jaw, dipping forward to kiss him with just a bit more heat, lips parting.
Even if it's a little odd that this is all...happening in a hot tub in a parking garage, and they're both already very naked, it still...feels good. It feels nice. This could happen anywhere and Stelle would find it the most natural thing in the world, so long as she has Dan Heng's presence to rely on. ]
[ for more than a handful of heartbeats, he only levels a dark look at Scott from across the table, rough hands rubbing together to release some pent-up tension, the grind of dry calluses on dryer knuckles. his eyes feel dry though he's shed no tears over it, bags of a few sleepless nights hanging on the corner hooks. ]
[ he sighs, and makes the decision. he doesn't care about Scott's opinion, not really, but the opportunity to engage with this side of his shaken beliefs hasn't readily presented itself; Tsukumo Yuuki was, if anything, too agreeable to a young man on some kind of brink. fair enough — he's not her responsibility. ]
Where I'm from, [ and if Scott had any lingering curiosity about the similarity of their worlds, it dries up there, in spite of some of its similarities: ] People who aren't like us create monsters only we can see— only we can fight.
Mhm, [ encouraging, the nodding along, the hot exhale on a cool morning. Gojou used to have it too, that invisible buffer between himself and the rest of the world. maybe he still does. so does he. maybe they're all just young and self-absorbed. ]
And why shouldn't you? You're needed elsewhere. [ catch of flint on a thumb's callus, a flame from the lighter in his pocket sparks between them, beckons her to lean in and breathe deep, give into this vice with a smile that definitely implies it's in no way hedonistic. ]
[ annoying when he gets like this, isn't he? ]
Yeah. Both. [ the heavy conversation he's expecting isn't half as much as the one no one wants to have. ] But we can forget about them for just a bit, if you want.
Wanna dance? [ the hand that had held a flame stays ready, an offering of another kind. the dance floor is right there; isn't there something to be said about music and science's union through math? ]
[ it's selfish of him then, to want to offer it anyway? Nanami's performed his expectations brilliantly; is praise of that what he's deserved or just an extension of his own ego? the hurt, harrowed way Getou looks at him, lingering long on the black, empty nothingness of the patch over his eye... ]
[ ultimately, he knows, Nanami's never wanted anyone to make a big deal over him; he's never bothered to find out of it was shyness or something less personal. the guilt of it is almost funny. of course he'd think so now, far away from home and injured and old as he is. ]
I'm not concerned, [ he lies with a smile, not because he doesn't believe in Nanami's capabilities. ] Besides, you're far more handsome and mysterious like this. Do you remember what you were like in school?
[ hands raise, parallel palms, indicating a tiiiiiny amount of girth as they press upon some invisible force. ]
[ The second he recognizes Weiss summoning a Glyph at her feet, his own face lights up with the realization that they've got their ticket out of here! It's a beautiful sight, and an even greater one for him knowing they're leaving together.
But he just has to reach her first. And get there before Dolores can get her grimy mittens on him. Not because he's afraid of what she's going to do to him...for all intents and purposes? If he BLOWS on her too hard he's afraid she's going to crumple into ashes. Pumping his fist at his girlfriend, he encourages her to keep moving. ]
Keep going! I will forgive you for the horseplay when I get to you!
[ But of course, a bunch of flailing, murmurings and giggling from the crowd of patrons below, and uttered curses and strings of incomplete sentences later: ]
C'mon! Just- Gotta- Get- Dammit- Grab on-!
[ Finally! Ragna's fingertips brush her sleeve, and with one last stretch, it moves towards her wrist until he pulls her in. The momentum and lack of gravity sees them spinning, the flow of Weiss' outfit causing their embrace to appear far more romantic than intended, considering the circumstances. ]
I've got you!
[ Now that he was finally holding her, he loosens his grip just enough so that he can look into her eyes, a relieved smile washing over his face. Honestly, Weiss; how do the two of you keep getting into these messes? Before Ragna can say anything furthermore, lips parting as if he wanted to say something... ]
[ OH GOD HERE SHE COMES. Flying through the air, on a collision course with the young couple is the well-seasoned, well-travelled, well-past-her-prime Dolores, wrinkly lips pursed and her bony fingers extended out like claws as she nears her prize. Seizing Weiss in his arms tighter, Ragna grits his teeth as if bracing for the inevitable. Sweet release of death; she's bony enough to pass for a real grim reaper at this stage.
Suddenly. He can hear the sound of his heart in his ears. A beacon of hope flashes from above! ...Wait, no. That's just the flash of pearly white dentures from the overhead lights. Dolores'. As time crawls to a snail's pace, keeping his arm wrapped tight around Weiss' waist, he reaches high for the dentures. He has mere seconds to act. And in slow-mo, as he snatches the freshly slicked set of dentures... ]
[ Crying in disgust, Ragna thrusts the dentures forth, popping them straight into Dolores' puckered mouth as she screeches in dismay. The force of his palm thrust throws Dolores' head back as she's sent flipping away across the casino.
Wiping his hand down his pant leg of any lingering old fossil spit, time finally ramps back up as he squeezes his girl by his side. ]
[ And frankly? Ragna wouldn't blame her in the slightest. Even with his longer tenure here, he has to double-take and reel at the prospect of getting sex toys hurtled his way. ...Like the time that Kazuya decided to teleport an extra large dildo in to land on his head. (Don't try and deny it you son of a bitchIKNOWITWASYOU-! cough...ahem...) ]
[ Aerith's smile does a good job in disarming him, random bills draping his shoulders whilst some get stuck in his hair. Any other time? He might have growled and asked what the hell she was laughing at. ...If he hadn't just been stuffed in a money box and showered with it in a cheesy fashion. But she not only looks friendly enough, but to him? He makes the critical mistake of assuming that she remembers him after all. Dismissing the game staff now that his turn to spin the wheel is done and he's earned his juicy payout, he pads over towards her as she greets him back with a wave. ]
Heya. [ If she's not going to talk about her fancy-looking fleshlight for now, he's not. ...Yet. Congratulating him, his face lightly flushes whilst ruffling a hand through the side of his white hair. Doing so causes more fake money to spill out. ] I think I got plenty of "congratulating" with all the blaring lights and sounds in the box. ...Still, it could be worse.
[ Is it time to mention her prize? No? Well, he's at least looking at it with a fleeting glance to her occupied hand. ]
I gotta say, Aerith, I wasn't expecting to see you get shuffled back in with the rest of us.
[ Ah... Well, no one could say that Ragna was never the direct type. There's an answer to that little wonder she's been having. ]
[ Kabru is realising quickly that this was probably the intention this whole time. To force them into skinship through creative means. A simple potion to encourage lustful feelings wasn't enough, it seems. Still, if the other person doesn't mind, Kabru doesn't either. Having died countless times in the dungeon and gone through a serious tragedy as a child, the fact that nobody will die (as far as he knows) already makes it better than what he's used to. ]
Why would I ever mind? [ He is a person who loves intimacy but tapers his intimacy according to the other person's comfort levels. There is nothing he's too shy to do. Plus, he really wants to stop floating in the air.
Hiyori doesn't seem to mind either, so Kabru gathers him closer by the waist, encouraging him to sit on his lap. Where should he put his hands? Mannered person that he is, he rests them on the couch, not touching the other man unless allowed to. ]
This was probably part of their plan. Still, it's not a bad position to be in, so I can't complain.
[ Despite the look on his face managing to hold strong, Eiden will notice a slight hint of color work its way over Kaveh's features as he swallows against his nervousness. It stands to reason that the other would be his usual playful self, and in a lot of ways it helps to ease him into this—at the same time, of course, it makes him a little nervous. Can he hold his own in the face of Eiden's confidence?
He lifts his head a little, lets his chin jut out: a stubborn, determined expression. ]
Everything.
[ Still standing, he leans over him, using the resulting height difference to his advantage. ]
Go on. I want to see how you look, naked and waiting for me.
[ Don't perceive him and how slightly off-putting he can be. ]
Next one ... [ Kabru sounds calmer as he parrots Wuxian, but the interest is there all the same. Carefully, he picks a card from the middle of the tower, easing it carefully from its place.
The card reads: If you could bring someone back to life, who would it be?
Kabru's smile falters after that. He was prepared to answer casual and fun questions, not personal ones such as these. It's not typical of him to tell others too much about himself after all. ] I guess they won't accept anything but a proper answer.
[ The host of the game nods. There's a penalty for lying. Kabru sighs, not particularly wanting to share too much about himself but not really having a choice. ] My birth mother, then ... She deserved better.
[ This woman seems reasonable, at least. There's nothing he can do but trust that she is. ]
I'm by myself. I don't know anyone here. [ He's learned a few names from being the friendly person that he is, but he hasn't really build any substantial relationships so far. While he does miss his mother, it's not from the fact that he's here. She's been dead for years. Feeling a bit cold now, he hugs his knees to his chest, glancing around the room briefly in search of his clothing. So far, he can't find it.
After looking uncertain and mildly distressed from before, he somehow manages a nervous smile when he looks at her again. While Kabru is always up for having chats, he should probably be dressed when with a lady he's just met. ] You wouldn't happen to have any spare clothing, would you? [ the way they are the same size and could probably share clothes tho isn't that cute ]
[ She can't help but laugh at that. It's true—before the dress, there was that barely-there robe, and a car that wouldn't let her out until... well. She's learned very quickly that this place, or the people who run it, have an agenda.
To Hilda's statement about the party, she nods. The party definitely seemed to have gone on for too long, and she's sure she tried to leave at least twice—once in the hopes of finding herself more comfortable to wear, once because it had been a long time and she was tired—and last she remembers, she was...
Actually, the night itself is something of a blur. She remembers events, but not necessarily when they happened, the timeline itself something of a jigsaw.
She's still puzzling it over when her companion speaks again, and Aerith looks up in surprise, a laugh on her lips and a faint light of color on her cheeks. Her own voice lilts in the same way when she replies. ]
It's my favorite color, actually. We would have made quite the pair, wouldn't we? Between my dress and your hair, I can imagine everyone would have had their eyes on us.
[ This man was so warm, pressing up against him feels like pressing up against a blanket that's just dried out in the sun. The size of him was certainly impression, even comparable to an ogre back home. Kabru finds himself liking it, pressed up against someone bigger than himself who could easily lift and maneuver him. There was something appealing about the fact that despite their disparity in strength, he's the one with control of the situation right now, with Beowulf more than happy to follow his lead.
When he feels those large hands feeling his backside, Kabru's lips curve, as if impressed by the boldness. Of course, his ass has never been his most attractive trait. With how many meals he skips, it's hard to put on much weight, so there wouldn't be very much for Beowulf to feel.
Sucking that neck, Kabru leaves small and playful marks along the slope of it, leaning up against to finish it off with a kiss on the lips. ]
It's because I get to do this with someone so sturdy and handsome. [ To accentuate his point, he runs his hand down the other man's chest, brushing past a nipple even if he hasn't been asked to. Kabru then puts the dice into Beowulf's hand. ]
[ Blush or not, the truth of the matter is that there's not going to be any protection of her—not here, not in that way. That fact, unfortunately for him, is the first thing that comes to mind when he interrupts her nearly-made offer to go over to the game together, calling her "princess" again in the same breath that he tells her he won't involve her in it.
And sure, she recognizes that it might have less to do with protection and more to do with him not wanting their respective lives tangled up in such a way, but... ]
If it's for your sake, I won't spoil your fun~. But Reno, you know... [ She pauses. Frowns. How can she put this delicately? ] I know you wanna protect me, but when it comes to this place, and how we have to live while we're here, I...
[ Another pause, and she offers him a helpless little shrug. ]
You get it. We're all in the same situation, you know?
(rest in peace, this was truly the universe predicting that.)
That makes two of us even if mine can have positives....
(regardless, it's her turn. her turn to go for the next roll when texas takes hold of the die now that it got brought up. they're about near two for two, sure they can skip if neither side wanted to do something (honestly she expects it eventually) but they didn't seem so willing to back down. well. as long as ishmael didn't mind the idea of texas later lending her space to her, it isn't as though she's not used to that. sometimes she'd allow lower ranks she's friends with to crash in her suite and in general.
the offer wasn't quite something she minds. people can unwind there for a time, and they'd all carry on without any argument on her part. which also makes her glad that the resort doesn't have shit like the eldritch abominations ishmael was thinking about alone. not that....terra doesn't have its own set of abominations. the seaborn do exist and none of them are keen on leaving people untouched if it meant a chance at assimilating them or worse, turning them into food in their horrifying ways. she doesn't need to remember that.
didn't feel like it, either, when she gives the die a good roll next and: 9 and 8 was their "lucky" number. maybe not so lucky numbers, depending on how someone might take that.
whatever, they can make this work since it isn't so terrible.)
Even if you don't win I can always cover dinner since I went around enough, that, and I can talk the guards into letting us in to the oasis since I'm friends with one of the face cards.
[ She nods as he sits beside her, listening to what he has to say, and her head tilts in thought when he admits that he can't quite think of specifics. After a moment, she lifts one of her hands, palm flat to his chest as she skims over the material of his suit, a hum on her lips as she works the thought through her mind. ]
Right. No restraints, and the rest we play by ear. If I do something that you don't like, all you have to do is tell me, okay? I'll stop right away, I promise.
[ Her other hand lifts; together, they work at the front of his suit jacket, undoing buttons one by one as she waits for his answer. ]
( he doesn't answer immediately, still in hushed conversation with the game staff. there are a few gestures towards the watch on his wrist, several presses against the screen by the patient staff member, and then—
—there's a soft ping on ishmael's watch, coinciding with a notification alerting her to a deposit of exactly half her chip losses from one neuvillette.
the staff member leaves and neuvillette lets both his hands fall back into his lap. )
I believe it's only fair to be equally recompensed for equal participation.
Mmhmm, agreed. And the same goes for you, okay? You can change your mind at any time.
[ Aerith smiles when Rude guides her into his lap, settling herself against him as his hands rest on her hips, as he glances away from her while he talks. His compliment brings a fresh flush of pink to her cheeks, and she reaches up, her hand coming to his cheek instead, a gentle press against the skin in an effort to guide his gaze back to hers. ]
And you're really handsome. [ She smiles up at him. ] You have really pretty eyes, you know... I know you prefer it when you're wearing your sunglasses, but... you should think about showing your face like this a little more often.
[ Her thumb smooths across his skin for a moment as she just looks at him, taking the time to appreciate him not as a Turk, not as a distant observer, but as Rude, with all his hidden softness.
And then she leans forward, her mouth pressing softly against his. ]
[Yes. Yes he knows, he is painfully aware of it, and that's why he was all the more shocked to see her of all people in this place. Hell, if it had been SOLDIER boy, he would've laughed at him and tried to find popcorn to see how he would awkwardly fumble his way through his place. But Aerith...
Reno's lips tighten a little, and he sobers, turquoise eyes speaking of how serious he is.]
Yeah, I know. And it's not like you'd spoil my fun or anythin'. Just ... Ah. [He huffs, but there is no humor in it.] that's just one o' those creeps that ya don't want on your list, okay?
[He wants to reach out and brush a few of those flyaway hairs that got tangled in the itchy face away from Aerith shoulder, and his hand twitches, but he doesn't. It might be some idealistic thing, putting her on a pedestal or something, he's not sure himself. Instead he forces himself back into his usual grin and shrugs.]
But if anyone else ever causes you trouble or there's anything ya need help with, just lemme know, okay? I'll be there in a second.
[Now that was a good response. Hiyori lips curve further upwards and he chimes back,]
Right? Who would! ♪
[He's Hiyori Tomoe, after all.
"Light as a feather" wasn't strictly accurate—his canon weight is actually the same as Kabru's—but he at least shouldn't crush the other boy as he climbs into his lap. There's no question about how to do this: sitting with his thighs spread on either side of Kabru's waist would be a bit much, but sitting with his back facing him would make it hard to converse, since he prefers to look at people's faces when they talk. So, he'll sit across his lap, legs kicked out to the side. He seats his butt firmly enough to hopefully keep Kabru from levitating right off the couch. But just to be extra-sure, he drapes an arm over his shoulder, too. It's fine; the other boy shouldn't mind the contact since he clearly appreciates some fanservice.]
There we go...♪
[He smiles down at Kabru, and it's bold and comfortable but maybe a tad removed. Like he's dealing with a fan. Maybe it's partly because they don't know each other yet, but maybe it's also a reaction to that "plan" Kabru mentioned. If the House wants them to zig, then Hiyori will stubbornly zag. And if the House was hoping for them to get super flustered and overly excited about some physical contact, leading to them pawing at each other like teenage virgins, and not asking any pesky questions about kidnapping or how the resort works, then too bad. Look at how un-flustered he is!
Even though he is well aware of how this would look to anyone who opened the door.]
Now then. Ask whatever questions you like, and I'll do my best to answer!
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