【 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.
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▶ 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!
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[ For all that she is playing along a little, she still seems a bit defiant - or at least she's trying to be. It's a little strange for her, in any case, to be caught between the urge to prove she can win this game and wanting to pull back. She furrows her brow. ]
It's not like I have much to lose.
[ She's more right than she knows and also more wrong than she knows. She's not used to this place yet. ]
Gratitude? What? You expect me to get on my knees or owe you a favor or what? Because that's not happening.
[ Midnight gestures to Keita's book, but after chasing his mouth down for another last kiss, he smiles. ]
It's not just an idea, though. How do I put this...? Do you ever have dreams that feel as though they've lasted months, years? When you wake up, they feel strange and distant, but if one closes their eyes and lets the memories flow back... Well, sometimes the images flow back so vividly, it's as though they actually happened, even if the details never come to mind.
[ Midnight holds Keita to his front, swaying from side to side. ]
I know you were reading to me. I enjoyed it... I didn't have much presence of mind to understand the passage of time, but perhaps that's a blessing. The moments without you feel intangible, nondescript, utterly without note. The only moments I remember are those with you in my lap.
[ Midnight laughs, rests his head on top of Keita's. ]
I remember that your voice was very warm. I remember that I wanted you to have some water and a little rest every now and then, but not so much that you forgot to visit. It's selfish, perhaps, but there it is.
[ It had been hard not to stop and watch, in part because it had been loud but also mildly entertaining seeing as it had been the fourth or fifth time that evening that she'd witnessed it. If you can't laugh at your collective misery then it's just sad - and who wants that?
Her gaze moves from the guards stationed at the door as she thoughtfully taps a finger against her chin. ]
( the comment catches him halfway through buttoning up a striped shirt over his chest, fingers pausing for half a moment as his eyes flick to the left. of all the various descriptors both people and publications have used to refer to him in the past, he can't say he's ever heard that one with alarming frequency. or at all, really. )
I am not usually described as such.
( reserved, aloof, impartial, impersonal, unfeeling, on the other hand....but he is grateful for sunday's even temperament in the face of these unique circumstances, and the steadiness of both his tone and bearing. )
In that case, I must also thank you for being equally agreeable company.
( it could be much worse. it could be furina here with him, voice loud and screeching as she oscillates between panic and dramatic indignation. )
Do you typically find yourself waking in strange vehicles with strange company, Mr. Sunday?
[yes. as if his worry is a premonition, such a scene would have played out with no doubt. whether fueled by his loss or his victory, their dark emotions directed towards him would easily have triggered a retort none of them would have survived. even now, it's tempting to do that for no reason other than seeing their faces in anguish and their enjoyment ruined. morons, carelessly laughing as they while away their lavish lives. none of them deserve what they have. hmph... guess he can let them hang onto it a little longer. the more they have to lose, the harsher ruination rakes their hearts.
in the meantime, he has this character to deal with. a solid impact fails, rather instead digging into cushioning force almost repelling as much as sinking. instantly, he realizes no connection occurred. odd, given the guy's hand remains on him. must be able to direct his power in concentrated areas. from what he can tell, it reminds him most of a reverse gravity magic, creating a field counteracting blunt force. reaching him through such a protection is going to take more than a quick action. leathery creaks meld with his lowered arm, elbow straightening again as his helm turns to inspect the other man silently.
hmph. he's strong.]
You got lucky. Don't push it. [friends? what the hell are those? nothing but baggage. irritation spikes at being thwarted, tempered only by curiosity. getting into a fight here wouldn't benefit him more than assuage his mood. but no one said he had to take it sitting down... given this guy's perception and speed, he isn't going to be surprised if those sharp eyes manage to catch what appears to be a faint mist of darkness rising from his side before plunging into the ground. a shadow rushing behind him as a blistering fast ink blob atop the carpet. here in a moment, gone in a flash, nestled beneath the table they're leaving behind.
a farewell present on a delayed timer, hidden deep within the shade.]
Then why would I wanna hear it? [his head leads, his shoulders and chest follow, stalking after the other's inviting retreat. secrets? piqued at the very least. even if it's just a shit offering. but should there be any attempt from his companion to address or potentially interfere with the threat building and feasting under that table, his body demeanor will shift to aggression and a warning-] Eyes on me, cutie.
[he's your focus now. nothing else. otherwise, he's following, waiting to hear this disliked secret.]
[ She continues to stare down at her empty hand for a few moments longer, as if what she's waiting for is just coming across a great distance — but no, nothing. No bat, no flaming lance, no...boomerang hat...
Which means the minifridge is their primary weapon of choice once more, but once again, Sunday provides another logical suggestion that also taps in to Stelle's insatiable love for puzzle-solving. With a brisk nod: ]
Oh, like an escape room! Maybe this is just some kind of...super elaborate training exercise Mr. Yang set up for us. [ literally how ] These kinds of things usually rely on finding clues and piecing things together one at a time, leading to the key at the end. Let's see — you look around the seats back here for anything unusual. I'll head up front.
[ Shimmying past Sunday, she makes her way towards the front of the cab, where the driver's seat presumably is beyond a partition. Maybe they should have started by checking for a driver...oh well. At least now she can see it's unoccupied. ]
[There's a small twitch, a tug of a frown as the whisper soft words hit his ears. Likely due to the word "angel" being just audible enough to garner a reaction in the sleeping demon king, but not much more than that. Maybe it's true though. Like this, there's no other influence pressing against his mind, and no need other than to curl against another warm body.
Still, he's obscenely comfortable, breathing soft and slow clearly without any sort of idea of the situation he's in. For now, at least, Ragna is veritably trapped by Kazuya's impressively strong grip in his sleep. He won't be going anywhere any time soon.]
[ the hand fondling her breast, the lips on her neck, his encouraging words reverberating in the tiled bathroom -- maybe because she's incredibly touch-starved after not having this kind of attention being lavished on her for years, but her body's responding positively to each ministration. she cranes her neck sideways to give him more access to the skin there, her core pulsing every time his shaft brushes against her clit as she can no longer hold back her breathy moans. she could easily come like this on her own and have him come between her thighs...
but it wouldn't be very satisfying, would it? her mind's practically yelling at her to go for it, and so she does. her hips slow down to a stop before she catches her breath, and she taps beowulf's leg so that he can stop too. ]
I-- I can take it.
[ she then lifts herself up, hand reaching down to wrap around his cock as she carefully lowers herself down on him. even without the water she's already sopping wet, her cunt twitching the more she takes him in, inch by delicious inch, until she buries him fully to the hilt with a broken moan. ]
...Haah. [ she turns her head sideways with a crooked smile, shifting around again to help acclimate herself to his entire girth before her hips start moving. ] You're... really easy, aren't you.
[ that question, combined with the blunt way he says it gets her to fluster. this is the standard around here? though, the fact that she's still able to flush at such questions means that she hasn't lost her shame yet. she's going to hold on to that for as long as she could, knowing that she too might lose it all one day. ]
Uh.
[ her mind's coming up an utter blank. let's see, what part of her body turns her on again. tfw she'd had sex before but there was nothing exploratory about it. she'll have to think real hard on what turns her on. ]
My... My nape, I guess. Because it's hard to gain access to it with all my hair in the way. [ that's one. ] And... I guess between my legs? That's an obvious one, isn't it?
[ oh, the end result isn't so bad, and ishmael lets out a sigh of relief before hearing out the rest of texas's offer. ]
Er, thanks. I'm getting pretty peckish now, not gonna lie.
[ these games take SO LONG to wrap up, damn ]
And... I guess networking is a must when it comes to surviving this place, doesn't it. Which is fine, I suppose, but I still feel like a utter fish out of water compared to everyone here.
[ she leans over to texas, lips brushing against her furry ear. whoa, they look so real up close. guess they aren't prosthetics after all? either way, she sticks out her tongue and just does one lick before pulling away. there, nice and simple. ]
[ that's right. it wouldn't have mattered whether she ended up on the other side of this game table with him, or with someone else -- people like him would've extended their kindness either way, out of the sheer goodness of their hearts. it just so happened that ishmael is here before him, yet she cannot shake off that inexplicable feeling of guilt, as though she's taking advantage of that very kindness.
but that doesn't make sense, she thinks. she should just be nice in return -- it's the least she can do. and since apologizing is already too overdone here, she just bows her head. ]
You didn't overstep anything. I just do not trust easily, is all.
[ then, she looks up at him with an exhale. ]
...Thank you. I'll repay your kindness one day.
I just had to check how smol Aventurine is, cause Reno isn't exactly tall either oO
[Okay, maybe Reno should reconsider his stance on ties. His eyes and body follow Aventurine as he circles him, then gives in to the gentle pull on the garment to bend down. So that's what it feels like when he does it to others, huh? Good to know.
Reno closes his eyes, enjoying the feeling of lips and tongue on his neck, goosebumps chasing down his spine and showing on his exposed chest. Yeah, his body is clearly reacting, he is clearly more than just a little into it, and he wonders at what point he'll just ignore the game and grab Aventurine without being promoted by the fucking dice.
However, it's over far too quickly, but his eyes speak volumes as they linger on Aventurine's for a moment after they part.]
Right. How many turns are we supposed to play again 'n how deep are we in?
[He grins, honestly having lost track, but he still reaches for the dice regardless and let's them roll.]
Twelve. And .. ten.
[Reno raises his eyebrow as he looks over at his game partner.]
[Reno is basically debating with himself whether to give in or not, even though the hardness in his slacks clearly speaks a language of it's own. And it's not like thinking logically, especially not business transaction like, is made easier by the fact that Rufus fucking Shinra, his boss, his president, is currently grinding against his lap.
Eventually, he swallows and finds his voice again, adding a smirk into the mix as he looks at Rufus. Taking his chance.]
I'll forfeit the game if ya fuck me instead. It's what this place wants us to do anyway, right?
I don't mind telling you... We were pretty close before, but I never got around to it. Only two people have known here, and one of them has left. May as well bump that number back up, right?
[He says, watching Akira play with the foil of the wrapper.]
I can get you a better snack than that, if you're still hungry. I should still have some rice balls left over from last night that are still good, if you want something more filling.
( though he cannot guess as to the exact experiences she must have lived through to leave her with such wariness, he can understand and respect the need to protect oneself from outside threat. she is no fontainian to fall under the umbrella of his care, nor is he some chivalrous knight in shining armor pure-hearted enough to save all those in need, but that does not mean he cannot empathize and hope for a kinder future for her.
gently, he shakes his head, rising from his chair now that the game and all its associated transactions are over. )
There is no need for repayment. I simply wished to act upon my own principles.
( and she is welcome to act on hers, should they meet again in the future. until then: )
I wish you the best, Miss Ishmael. May your future endeavors be as smooth as the surface of a tranquil lake.
Zoro nods. "Yeah. Torture's not sexy." Maybe one day he'll think differently, with someone that shows him that the intention behind the pain matters.
He can't help the little smirk on his face when the other man commands him, voice soft enough to be considered polite even without tacking on that please. "Yes sir," he teases, mostly because this tall, bald stranger is kind of endearing in the way he looks like he could kick your ass (well, someone's ass, not Zoro's) but somehow seems shy about asking his submissive to strip.
Zoro does as he's told, taking off his suit jacket and the silky shirt underneath it. He's muscular in the way someone is from practical training rather than lifting weights at the gym, and while he doesn't typically go out of his way to show off his body, he's also not shy about having it on display.
It's hard for anyone to miss the large, diagonal scar covering the expanse of his chest, pink enough to indicate it must be fairly recent.
( alice lets out a small, amused huff, her breath curling smoke that dissipates into the party's shimmering atmosphere. she watches the flicker of blue flame as he lights his own cigarette, mesmerized for a beat before his question pulls her focus back to his face. her lips twist with wry amusement at his retorted accusation. )
"Running is a strong word for either of us, I guess."
( her response is smooth, but she doesn't deny it outright. instead, she leans back slightly on the barstool, the palm of her free hand pressed against the polished counter as she studies him with a calculating gaze. )
"Let's just say I've learned when it's time to leave." ( her voice softens, more thoughtful now, like a confession that slips through despite her best efforts. but she doesn't let the moment hang too long—doesn't give it a chance to turn vulnerable. instead, she exhales sharply and pivots, tone playful once more. )
"But if you need a cover story for when my past inevitably comes knocking, we should make it interesting. Tell them I'm a duchess on the run after orchestrating a coup at court. Oooh, or a jewel thief with a penchant for high-stakes poker. I feel like I've already met one of them tonight..."
( she grins, tipping her cigarette in a gesture of mock grandeur. beneath the playful veneer, there's a flicker of defiance—a refusal to be cornered or defined by anything other than her own narrative. )
"As for names..." ( she trails off, considering whether to give him a piece of the truth. her lips curve into a lopsided smile, eyes gleaming with mischief. is this the Twig or does she just feel in comfortable, familiar company? ) "Alice. If you're going to lie for me, you'd better do it well. I don't want some half-hearted story that falls apart under pressure."
( she holds his gaze, the challenge unmistakable, before she tilts her head. it's almost intentionally cute. )
"What about you? Should I be preparing my alibi now, or are you the kind of guy who never needs one? I hear it's a slippery slope from getting kicked out of an establishment."
[it's funny, how we were pretty close before doesn't make him feel like there are expectations to which he must rise. he feels no defensive apprehension or concern that there were aspects of his life shared with others without his current knowledge (beyond his abilities as a Persona-user, which were already a lost cause considering how loose-lipped he was back when he thought this was all a dream). perhaps that's a testament to Kazuya's affable nature?]
[. . . at any rate, Akira peers at his granola wrapper thoughtfully, because in truth he is kind of hungry]
Aaaah, I feel a little spoiled now, you know.
[said with a playful musical lilt to his words]
But I won't refuse your hospitality.
[he will have to repay this some day. coffee no longer feels like enough]
( Alice’s gaze lingers on him, a mix of curiosity and something else in her eyes. She gives a quiet exhale, her shoulders sagging just slightly as the reality of the situation starts to settle in again and her mind begins to swirl with questions. )
Yeah, sure. ( The edge in her voice has softened by his understanding. ) I’ll make it quick. Don’t get too comfy in my absence though... ( She adds with a small, sarcastic tilt of her head and a playful narrow of her eyes, though there’s no real bite to either. ) I don't want to come back to find you eating half the food on that table, leaving me with the scraps.
( She gives one more curious glance in his direction, then turns toward the bathroom, her bare feet silent on the floor as she moves away. But her mind stays with him for a moment longer, thinking of things she doesn’t quite know how to voice yet. She shakes it off before stepping into the shower, the cold air hitting her skin as she lets the water take over, hoping it’ll clear her head. )
Good news... ( She says with slight emphasis as she returns, her voice a bit clearer now that she's woken up, as she looks toward wherever Lighter has found himself in the interim. She's back in her robe, hesitant about putting her own clothes on again when they still stink of Twig. Her Watch has told her she's got a suite of her own to get to, and she wonders if that includes laundry services. She doesn't seem eager to find that out yet, though. ) You're not curled up with all the fruit juice and hoarding the bacon.
( it doesn’t take much for reira to pick up on that strangeness that came with how hilda spoke on about the war with such a calm and gentle voice. almost as if she weren’t speaking about something possibly tragic and it finally dawned on her that perhaps the other was doing it to keep her from worrying.
or perhaps they were a lot more similar than she initially thought. reira was the kind of person to hide from her emotions and worrisome thoughts, often casually joking about her woes or acting dramatic when deep inside the waves of her emotions were drowning her.
yet she had little strength or much of a clear mind to comment on that. the effect of the drug was now gone, but the aftermath- the blurred vision, mental fog all remained. so she just looked up at the other with an equally kind smile but a shocked gaze in her eyes as she tended to her makeup. )
Fodlan? No, sorry I’m from a place called ‘Japan’, but I’m starting to think that there aren’t many here from my world. Are you….safe here?
( she did mention running into others from her world here, and perhaps they weren’t friends, or maybe they were. whatever was the truth, it was clear reira was starting to become worried and mindful of the girl before her. )
Zoro’s rather bold and reassuring comment made her lift an eyebrow in surprise, but before she could ask him what that meant to him, they were already working onto the next thing. Truthfully she wasn’t someone who ventured too heavily into kinks of her own volition, but with the right encouragement, she certainly could divulge him further if he sought it out. For now though, she placed the collar on him and held the long leash attached to it with her right hand.
Before she could command him on what to do next, he was already on his knees before her and behaving far better than she had been expecting. While he was dressed in the robe, on the other hand she was still in the same black corset-top dress she had been dressed into upon her entrance into the casino. As the long black fabric rose up and he he kissed her thighs, she looked down at him with a pleasant expression. Her soft pale skin began to flare up under each kiss, and soon her free hand was reaching out to gently touch the side of his head. What little she knew about this specific sexual dynamic, she did know one thing-
if he was doing well she would most certainly praise him. If he strayed, well she had to punish him somehow, right?
Zoro chooses the path of least resistance and lets himself be herded to a table. He's glad to see that Luffy's devil fruit powers are still intact here - he supposes they can't take that away like they did his sword. "I don't mean that kind of love," he says with a tired sigh, although even the idea of saying he loves his friends in a perfectly platonic way seems foreign to him. He supposes it could be true, but his concept of love is immature and focused on the most common representation of romantic love. Growing up an orphan without many friends means his crew are really the first people he's connected enough with to even possibly feel these things for.
Good thing there isn't time for a philosophical crisis about all the different kinds of love right now. Luffy is trying to make him eat, and he really doesn't think he should. He manages to grab an empty wine bucket from a table they're passing by, setting it on the floor by his feet as he takes a seat. Ever so casually, so as not to draw Luffy's attention to it. He hums and nods as he listens to his captain talk about their navigator's suite. "Okay." If he gets his own space, he isn't sure he'll really bunk with the others - won't it get crowded? He doesn't understand yet how 'cool' as a description is woefully inadequate for their resident queen's accommodations. But he doesn't see sense in arguing with Luffy about it; they'll figure it all out later.
He watches the other man eat with a mildly amused expression, then snorts at his question. "Stuff that makes you really want to pound someone's brains out." A simple answer. Hopefully there's no way Luffy can misinterpret that.
[ Troy immediately grabs at the sheet covering Stelle, just before her twins got exposed to the cool air of the hotel room and to Troy's curious eyes. ]
Ah-ah-ah. Sit.
[ He commands while his face turns pink, even as he tries to look away. He turns his head around not long after that, exasperation released in a sigh as he moves things around. Troy sits down on the edge of the bed with the tray in his hand moved to his lap. ]
I don't want you making a mess on my bed. So here, I'll feed you. Eggs, bacon, or toast first?
[ Unfortunately (?) that just earns him a look like he said something monumentally stupid. Fixing that withering stare on Wei Wuxian -- impressive in its derision, considering he's doing it with only one eye -- Fuuta is silent for a pointed moment before actually putting his incredulity into words: ]
Haa? What the hell are you talking about. What, you think magic is like math? Normal people can't just learn magic.
[ Shifting to stretch his legs out, Fuuta gives a dismissive wave of the hand. ]
Magic is magic, and normal people are normal people. Those two things are separate. It's not like people can just become something that fell out of a novel, you know. You're just able to say stuff easily like that because you're not normal, so you get to look down on people who are.
[ Troy nods as he listens, smiling softly at her returning his offer. ]
I'd like that. Now that we know each others' names, I shouldn't be hard to find.
[ Troy shows his hotel-provided watch, fitting snug against his brawny wrist. ]
Once you finish up, I can escort you back to where you need to be. 'least I could do, and with the hangover still making your head feel like an anvil, no doubt.
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