【 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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▶ 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!
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▶ 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.
It's asking if you ever fantasized or masturbated to the thought of your friends.
[ There's a small wry wince when he says that out loud. There's friends with benefits, of which he had plenty, but he also had friends who he loves but never would have imagined ever getting intimate with. The very idea of him thinking of them in that manner is enough to make him feel embarrassed. ]
It depends on the friends, for me. I have some that I respect too much to even think of in that way. But some... Well, you could say we like to make our fantasies come true.
( wriothesley isn't wrong; there's a certain appeal in being just 'neuvillette' rather than the chief justice that tugs at him. it's only unfortunate that he still doesn't have a clear grasp of who 'neuvillette' is. meanwhile, the role of chief justice and the role of hydro sovereign have become a part of him after so many centuries, as natural to him as breathing and diving through the cold depths of the ocean.
he exhales, gaze lowering momentarily to the floor. )
I...am not certain.
( he thinks of coquelic, and the easy drawl of her voice as she'd so casually thrown about all those licentious suggestions during their brief party game. they are all things he will eventually have to face during his time here. better he investigate them now than be caught unawares. )
But I suppose there is only one way to find out.
( who will be the first to call neuvillette 'your honor' in bed, stay tuned.
but more important than the discussion of kinks is the unconditional kindness he has been shown thus far, with no expectation waiting at the end of it all. he has handled many things alone and will no doubt continue to do so at times, but it is nice to be reminded that he is not alone here, and that there are those who will accept him if need be.
his eyes sweep back up, lavender eyes squarely meeting ice blue ones. )
Thank you again, Wriothesley, for all the assistance you have offered thus far. ( he's already said as much, first upon waking and then during breakfast, but it bears repeating again in earnest tones, his chin tipped upwards. ) I am unsure how I will be able to repay your kindness, but if there is ever anything I can do for you while I am here, you need but ask.
( for all his honesty in each and every one of his conversations, it is not often he willingly gives in to uncertainty, vulnerability. he has a duty, after all, to oversee the entirety of fontaine. if the people of fontaine cannot look up to him, then who? )
( she wasn’t quite sure where she needed to be considering her rank was still randomized at this point. however it wouldn’t kill her to explore this place further-
for once she was actually starting to become curious about everything going on and where exactly she should be sleeping. hopefully it wasn’t in the trunk of a car again like before, but who knew.
so while she continued on eating, she nodded at him and even laughed a little at his comment. )
It’s getting better, my body just feels like garbage you know? I should really take a rest, and hope they don’t subject us to another week long ‘party’ again.
( and on she continued, finishing up whatever remained on her plate that hadn’t grown cold just yet. )
Well I’ll take another look at the room and see if my ‘real’ clothing is hiding somewhere, if not I’ll just have to make do with this bathrobe.
[ Makes sense, that he's still hungry. Kazuya did kidnap him from a buffet table. He stands with a nod, moving off to the kitchen briefly to go grab the remainders from yesterday.
Some decently sized onigiri, filled with salmon and topped with furikake, and a small bowl of ponzu for him to dip, if he desires.
It's all set before him, before Kazuya moves to sit back down across from Akira.]
Let me know what you think. I'm always eager to know ways my cooking could be improved.
[ Needed to be is what Troy chose to say so she can decide wherever in the hotel they can part ways. Guiding her to her room directly might be too much, so he wishes to give her some degree of privacy. ]
Sounds like a plan. Wont surprise me if everyone else is rockin' these robes too, though.
[ He shrugs, content in finishing his meal and cleaning up after himself. He combines both of their emptied trays to make it easier on the staff, letting Reira try to find some clothes while he did that. He'll wait for her before they leave the room, eventually parting ways not long after ]
[ Troy looks around the room one more time while Weiss gets out of the bed and ties her hair. He can't help but notice how much hair she has, and how it blends perfectly well with the rest of her appeal. While he's not gonna be acting all flirty with her anytime soon, he's not blind either, and can appreciate a pretty woman. ]
A year.
[ He repeats under his breath, trying to imagine what it'd be like if he's away from home unannounced, for a whole year. It feels like he's back to being a soldier in that way. ]
[spoiled!! so spoiled!! don't mind him as he immediately helps himself, holding the rice ball like some kind of chipmunk storing acorns away for the winter. he takes a bit before saying anything else, pausing for a moment to savor the familiar flavors of home, before he lifts a hand a gives Kazuya the 'okay' sign]
[delicious. hits the spot in ways he didn't realize it would. he hasn't been here that long, but it feels nice and nostalgic, anyway]
Hmm, [Tohsaka hums as her eyes drift over to the food tables and flit about the little trays of canapes.]
I think that depends on what you decide to eat. I think they've put in a mix just to keep us on our toes. Would you rather people watch a while to get a feel for it?
[ Okay, bud. Sure. Wei Wuxian doesn't exactly believe this but then again, maybe different magic is different magic here and that's just the result of being in a different world. ]
Fair enough. We are in a different world, after all. The rules change, and we shouldn't be surprised.
Well, if you ever are able to use your powers, do let me know.
[ Honestly, it doesn't make much sense to Wei Wuxian. The desire people have to copy him, to take his work and do more with it. It's all just... stuff to him, not work of renown or something worthy of worship. All his copycats are just that, copycats. He's proud of his skill, knows he's better than Xue Chonghai and Wen Ruohan or any of the other demonic cultivators out there.
But he's also not looking to take on disciples, to teach people what he's learned and to spread his work. His cultivation was an act of necessity, not a desire for power. He'd much rather be known for his more helpful inventions, like the Compass of Ill Winds, perhaps. Something like that.
So, when Xue Yang immediately asks him about the Yin Tiger Tally, Wei Wuxian makes a face. No, don't like that. ]
Sorry, kid, that's a secret I'm taking to my grave.
[ Hm. Wait. ]
— Which doesn't mean you're allowed to kill me for it. My ghost isn't giving up the details either.
[ It's the difference there between Wei Wuxian being a social butterfly and Sunday... not. For Wei Wuxian, even this short amount of conversation has been invigorating and fun for him — so why wouldn't he enjoy this man's company? Sure, it could change if he started to treat Wei Wuxian poorly but he doesn't think it will. So, he's enjoying himself.
But the request is easy enough to meet and he considers, reaches out with his senses to see what he can call.
Then, he whistles. Slow and melodic, he imbues it with the command serve us and waits then for something to respond to his call.
It doesn't take long until a black fog like spirit slips through underneath the door, chilling the room drastically and darkening the space around them, making the lights flicker. There's the sound of a malicious sort of laughter, faraway almost, and the aura of the room becomes a bit treacherous. Ghostly hands reach out from the blackness to... do what Sunday asked for. Pours them both tea, sets it up, slices the bread easily and serves them.
Wei Wuxian, meanwhile, doesn't look bothered by this at all. He sips the tea after it's served and responds with a cheery — ]
Thank you!
[ But the malicious ghost hanging in the air doesn't disappear just yet, as Wei Wuxian hasn't commanded it to. Instead, he looks at Sunday and raises an eyebrow. ]
I can ask it to become corporeal if you want, but there's no telling what it is. It seems to just be a spirit that haunts the place. Which makes sense as I wasn't looking for anyone specific.
[ Wow, that is one impressive withering stare. Almost as terrible as his brother's or Madam Yu's. He just looks surprised right back at Fuuta because, well, isn't what he's saying the most logical choice?
Then Fuuta is explaining himself and Wei Wuxian frowns, considering. That's... not how it works where he comes from! But maybe it's how it works here? He's not sure. ]
Everyone has spiritual energy and can learn cultivation. It's just a matter of refining it and practicing it, through meditation and martial arts. I'm not looking down on you, I promise. It's just how it works where I come from.
[ A shrug. ]
I can't tell your amount of spiritual energy right now, but it's probably because you haven't used it ever. But if you had a good teacher, there's no reason why you couldn't learn it...?
[ . . . ]
Do you really think you'd never be able to learn magic?
[ He's easily lead, fingers slipping between the knot of her robe to loosen it in soft loops of fabric. It's radiant, the way heat pours between them, melting trepidation, sweetening desires that would otherwise seem too frightening to accept, too good to be true. Whatever instinct he has to shy back quiets and lays back down at the bottom of his soul, domesticated. What wells up in its place is a likewise desire to be touched, to be closer. ]
Of course. [ His blood's loud in his ears, but a glimpse upwards into the pacific blue of her eyes calms him. With a brush of noses, he breathes out a half-chuckle — he realizes he doesn't really know, either. ] We'll figure it out together.
[ Pulling the robe's knot loose, he places a kiss to the corner of her mouth while his palm smooths beneath its hem. He curls his fingers over the slope of her waist, squeezing lightly as he pulls himself closer to her, urging her to slough the material off of her shoulders. ]
I should probably apologize, though. [ The words sit lightly in his throat for the way his voice has gritted over; he ducks to kiss her shoulder, once, twice. ] I've got a lot of places that aren't all that pleasant to touch.
[ He doesn't imagine so, anyway, scarred as he is. ]
[please, more teasing is always welcomed, even if it'll fluster him more, but he doesn't mind because it's only himself and wei wuxian under the table. at least if he'd ruffled sizhui's hair, it wouldn't mess anything up since he's decided to wear it all down.
it helps that he gets to fluster wei wuxian a little; the nickname has always been special to them, of course, and any chance sizhui gets to use it, he'll take it.]
Mmhmm. [he nods in agreement, expression briefly looking grim, though it softens again once he remembers that it isn't something he generally has to worry about anymore.
fortunately, he'd be more than happy to help the other man learn about technology, especially since it's something else they could bond over. imagine: him teaching someone like the great yiling laozu . . . if it weren't possible, it'd almost be laughable.]
It was quite fun, especially the world traveling! There were many different places that we could visit, some a little stranger than others, but there wasn't anything wrong with that. I wish you had been there to experience it with me, you would've loved it.
[ Something seems to weigh on his shoulders when Sunday confirms what he'd been thinking — sure, he wanted to know, but having that knowledge doesn't bring him any comfort. ]
You're in luck. [ Lifting his wrist, he wiggles the watch around on it. ] That makes two of us. "Wildcards"... I guess.
[ Lighter knows he's not someone who reads as altruistic at first blush. And really, it's probably better that way if he's going to get anywhere in a place like this. But sometimes there's places where the smoke thins over the tenderness beneath, where the fires don't rage so hot. Hooking his toe on a nearby chair leg, he drags it over and drops into a seat. ]
[Tsk. She clicks her tongue in clinical disappointment, treating this akin to an inspection where the evaluation has come out wanting. The girl's role in the game might be to act bratty, but she's found that such types often get wound up craving approval.]
And here I had such high hopes. Fortunately, I have some experience bringing out the best in unruly girls with potential. [Never mind that how she manages her shrine maidens might be leagues different or uncannily similar. She's not leaving space to question the truth of her statement or validity of her methods.
Rin flicks her hair back over her shoulder, and Yae moves to intercept it. She winds it through her fingers, letting it coil between them in loop after loop. It's gentle, but Rin is surely observant enough to notice it becoming gradually tighter.]
Come along. [She tugs. If it were ever possible for hair pulling to feel like it was being done "for your own good," this would probably be it.] Or I'll drag you through the house faster than you can say "aster." [A key that someone who wanted to slither would have to pick up for themselves; otherwise, Rin is getting led into the chamber, her hair the anchor line between them.]
[He's quiet for a moment, slowly stilling — giving the impression, at least outwardly, of someone poised on the precipice of a decision and considering it carefully.]
Nice try.
[Or not. Gracefully, he swings one leg back across Reno's lap to rejoin the other, extracting himself from the lapdance as he moves back to his seat and settles back into it, one leg crossed over the other like he's sitting in a boardroom instead of a sex casino.]
The offer expired. Looks like we'll have to keep playing.
[ the knot loosens and the fabric sags down over her shoulders without anything holding it in place. her breath stutters on the exhale, just managing to push down the instinct to cover herself up again as his hand slips beneath. it's a gentle touch but she finds herself unprepared for it—the heat of his hand smoothing against her cooler, paler skin. should his hand wander further, he'll find her own collection of scars from both magic and weaponry: a large burn stretching diagonally across her back beginning from her right shoulder; a gash along her left bicep from a sword; smaller wounds littered here and there from arrows and lances. war is not kind to anyone, even to one who chooses tenderness in the face of destruction.
with his head against her shoulder, he misses the way her expression softens as she trails her palm along the nearest scar she can reach, the raised skin dragging along her fingertips. ]
Don't apologize. I understand.
[ he's been through so much, she thinks. each battle won, but hard-fought; a piece of himself given away that he can't get back. she presses her nose to his crown, pressing a soft kiss there as she lets the robe fall away entirely. ]
[Reno snaps and suddenly sits straight up in his chair again, staring with his mouth open at Rufus. That little ..... Well, to be fair, what did he expect from a literal poker face like him? Reno took his shot, and he blew it. Well, thankfully they're not in Midgar, or he might actually get fired after this who knows?
He huffs in annoyance, but he grabs the dice anyway.]
Should've known that makin' deals with ya only ever turns out well for one side,
[There's no accusation in his voice, he sounds more like a pouting child that didn't get what he wanted. Which is also way too accurate in this case.
[ no point in lying to the newbie. the fresh meat, the greenhorn... lot of different ways of calling someone what they are to the resort. if it helps him understand how the game is played and how they're held in check then it's for the best. hand on the metaphorical burner, indeed. ]
Not so much anymore. You take care of yourself, then you don't have to worry 'bout it catching you off guard.
[ his tail flicks and bats against akira's side. a reminder of what leona is! not like he needs it or anything but... tail. ]
[ A smile flashed against the pretty divot of her shoulder, dispersed by the exploratory press of his lips across her skin. ]
So you do. [ Still balanced on one arm, he wraps his other around her, coarse thumb smoothing over her own constellate scars as they fall across her back. They feel like a map he doesn't yet know how to read, but he can still marvel at the sensation of it — the paths that years of violence have drawn on her. Not for the first time, he thinks... it's tenderness that scars most prominently. ] Seems like we're even more well-matched than you'd think, aren't we?
[ It'd be easy to think of their benefactors playing matchmaker, aligning these scars like the flourish of a lucky hand, but Lighter doesn't. He's going to weave this encounter with his own hands. He's choosing it because it matters.
Pulling back, Lighter shifts in a twist of the sheets, nudging her back. ]
[ the contrast between the entertained and the horrified is traumas-wide; Getou watches on with bright eyes and a bushy tail. he can apart real threats from projected ones, but the theater of it is the point — and getting the job done. he's performed the thing admirably, though some still dawdle about, that pesky old freeze response. ]
[ for his own role to play, he's elated, hands coming together to applaud. it's rude to not reward even a mediocre performance. ]
Bravo, bravo. [ and as Seimei comes into arm's length, two rough and excitable hands take up his head with fingers sending his hair flying in every direction, fingertips scritching at the scalp — arguably, where two big ears would sit on any other creature. ] What a good boy. Looks like I found the best pet in the whole resort, just like that~.
[ indeed, hands lovingly cup cheeks and jawline, keeping his face caught and admired, squeezing at the meat of his cheeks as he makes his own diminutive faces. ]
What's he wanna do next, huh? Chase? Dinner? Bathtime? [ an octave drop: ] Training and exercise?
Ooh, you really are an expert. [ The statement is playful in his mouth, though he at least halfway sounds like he means it in earnest. ] My palate's not so refined, though. I'll take whatever sweet you've got.
[ Which is true enough. Lighter's never had the luxury of being picky; things might be better for him nowadays, but he'd never really thought to start preferring this or that. He idles near the breakfast assortment with a keen eye, not immediately moving to take anything. ]
If you're treating me out of your personal collection, I suppose I stand less of a chance getting drugged.
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