【 Thank you for choosing the Golden Peacock, 5-star resort and casino. You are currently registered as a WILDCARD in our system.
Due to a high volume of check-ins, temporary accommodations have been made in our parking garage for all new arrivals. We aim to have all guests moved into their reserved rooms as soon as possible. We deeply apologize for any inconvenience!
All are invited to There Is No Tomorrow, a Phoenix Casino soiree to celebrate our beloved guests. The festivities will begin at 1800 hours on January 20th and end at 1800 hours on January 27th. Please look forward to 168 hours of delight.
In an effort to raise happiness and encourage better guest relationships, attendance is required. The house will assist guests that are too shy to appear of their own accord. Please note that black tie attire is mandatory. As always, we hope you enjoy your stay! 】
PARKING GARAGE
ANY CAR IN A STORM
PHOENIX CASINO HALL
WELCOME TO THE NEXT 168 HOURS
Phoenix Casino is a-flutter with activity and packed to the beak with guests. As a famously ever-changing space, the staff would be remiss if they didn't deck the crown jewel of the Golden Peacock out. The casino glitters from top to bottom, shining brighter than diamonds, rubies, sapphires, opals! Party-goers are shiny and glamorous with picture perfect makeup, fluttering gowns, and sharp suits. Card tables are packed and the slot machines are a-ringing as guests play, play, play! Prizes, luxury, booze, attractive people, it's the place that everyone wants to be at.
Those people being dragged inside by some invisible force...? Silly, they were so excited to come that their bodies moved before they realized what was happening. Those are struggles of joy and definitely not the casino's infamous ghost hands dragging unwilling guests to the party at the behest of the house. Look, they're literally hurling their bodies at the card tables with unrestrained glee!
All clocks indicating day hours and night hours have been removed from the casino. Once a guest has entered, their Watch will jam, making it impossible to keep track of the time. You don't need to worry about that tonight.
▶ All characters on the TDM are WILDCARDS, which means they have not yet been assigned a card value. Suits will not manifest until characters are accepted into the game.
▶ All TDMs are game canon. This TDM acts as the game's January event.
▶ Current characters may top level on the TDM. Any current characters posting to the TDM should note they are current in their subject header.
▶ The top level directory is for new characters only. We want to make sure new characters are prioritized and receive attention! If you would be interested in a game invitation, you can note that in your comment header. This month we also have an ongoing ATP / EMP where players can connect. Please feel free to utilize this for all of your peafowl needs!
▶ If you aren't satisfied with these prompts, please feel free to check out our LOCATIONS to explore more of the resort!
▶ Smut threads that take place on this TDM can be used for rewards. If both parties in the smut thread join the game, you may retroactively apply the character's initial card values to your 52 bank. If one character does not join the game the thread will not be applicable toward rewards (as that character would not have a card value). The character that does join would still receive a small payout for the encounter. Hopefully it was a fun thread regardless!
▶ We ask you to kindly add content warnings to your threads as appropriate.
▶ If you do not currently have permissions and kinks listed in your character’s journal we suggest leaving a note in your top level of any limits or boundaries for other players to reference.
[ It takes him a second too long to realize what it is she’s upset about, and he snorts, having managed to suppress a laugh at this great and terrible misunderstanding.
How to break this to her gently… ]
I…don’t believe that’s something you need to be worried about.
[ Should he apologize for teasing her now or wait until she’s eased into the reality of the situation…decisions, decisions.
This is one of those times he’s glad his sassy grandma of a snake familiar isn’t here, or neither of them would be able to hear the end of it. ]
[ He appreciates not having to talk too much about Jiang Yanli's death, not knowing how he'll be able to describe it as being anything other than his own fault. So, he's happy to move on, to keep playing.
There's a wry grin at Kabru's words because yeah, these questions sure keep hitting below the belt. What the hell!
He looks curiously at Kabru at his answer, and then a bit sympathetically. ]
I'm not sure what your life is like beyond here, but there was a point in my life where I wasn't sure what the next day would bring. [ And then he did, in fact, die. ] It can be a little hard to picture the future in that case.
[ . . . ]
... I'd like to settle down, with a friend of mine. Live a simple life together.
[ eiden can't help but find himself enjoying the slightly more confident posture kaveh adopts, striding over to where he is and leaning over him, waiting and expectant. his heart races slightly, a little surprise flashing in his eyes, but also arousal, pinking his cheeks. as he's told, he lets his fingers pull the silky undergarments off of his hips, a soft pearl-colored set of fluttery, short boxer briefs that pass his thighs and are kicked off at his ankles to hit the floor. if kaveh wants to see how he looks waiting for him like this, he drapes his arms loosely over his head to rest against the plush pillow behind him, body twisting hips slightly as he lets his legs stretch out in comfort.
of course, he is also undeniably semi-hard, arousal resting slightly on his hip as he meets kaveh's eyes. ]
Like this? [ parting a thigh as he speaks as if to invite him forward if he wants. ]
[ he laughs, a real laugh that's followed by a melting little "oh" as hands trail down to a stiff lower back. he shivers, feeling every little bite and bruise, vague memories of bed, none of them awful in the least bit. sinking into it, he returns the wandering hands in kind with his own. to say the massage working its way steadily downwards isn't making his knees a little weak would be an understatement. ]
Doesn't seem like anything you can't handle, handsome.
[ turning his head to meet the one so close to his ear, nose brushing nose. his fingers travel a little further to curl fingers around the root of him, squeezing slightly as he draws towards the tip of him - his fingers spread slightly on the way to the tip, thumb brushing the glans of him with a kind of method that means to memorize the shape of him. ]
Experienced is a word... it's not my first time getting sent to some other world. Not something I'm keen on getting used to...
[ his voice trails off ever so slightly as he feels it, a probe without morals, purely discovery, seeking, finding its way down to some core inside of him which sparks off, a lustrous thing made of light - it breathes like fire and grows like fruit from the earth, surges like the sea - and as fast as it's gone, the sensation ends, curling back as fast as it had unfurled. ]
The commune - is that somewhere you lived before ending up here...?
[Both Wildcards, cut loose in a new world without anchor, unfamiliar surroundings hemming them in. He has a sense this man is adjusting better than himself, but he also knows not to judge outward appearance first — there is much that can be hidden. Every person is as different as a star, their light unique in its varying distance.
Sunday is conscious of that movement, gold eyes lingering on the ease of how this man uses his own body, dragging a chair over with his foot. Smooth and seamless physicality]
Either, or. I never have, I never intended to — it simply wasn't part of my existence. [Isn't, he should say, but clarifying feels idiotic. Lighter has offered no judgment, but it would still swim somewhere deeper with him, unseen.] Physically, I suppose nothing would get in the way. Yet, does being capable make it any easier?
[ A year... He had suspected that might be the case. Though Rin doesn't look much different from how he knew he before, there are...subtle changes. Small shifts that seemed to indicate some passage of time.
It's difficult to imagine a year in a place like this...and part of him doesn't want to. The fate of every Servant, the fate he'd consigned himself to long ago...somehow even that seems more appealing than this.
He doesn't say that, of course. Archer just accepts the answer and lets her eat while he...mulls all of this over. He also picks at his food, but clearly it's without much real interest. He's eating because he said he would, that's all.
When she breaks the silence again, he considers the offer quietly. He should try to learn more about this place with whatever means there are...but he hesitates. And he wonders if, perhaps, it would be better if their paths didn't cross.
He can't make such a determination now. So instead, he takes a sip of tea and nods one time. ]
When things settle.
[ He's not sure how long that will take...but he won't close a door in her face right now. ]
[ Walking around in his underwear wouldn't be socially acceptable back home, but is probably commonplace in the casino. Kabru should be fine leaving the room. ]
Alright. Have a good rest, Miss Ishmael.
[ Until later ........ when i poke blair for more cr ]
[ It's not until Robin mentions swimming that the idea of swimming in the chocolate fountain enters Stelle's mind, and it's quick to take hold. It must be so warm and soothing on the skin...but then they might throw her out of here without a shower. Does she want to spend the rest of her night encrusted with chocolate?
...It's telling how long she mulls this one over for. ]
I just...wanna drink it...I...won't get in. [ Said with no small amount of resignation. ] Just a little sip —
[ And without further deliberation, Stelle leans forward just enough to sip the flowing chocolate. Though..."sipping" may be a little generous, as its more like she puckers her lips and chocolate mostly drips down her chin. Very little of it winds up in her mouth at all, in fact.
With grunt, she straightens up, looking like she just massacred a chocolate bunny with her teeth. ]
[ Keeping her decent and insisting on feeding her? She may not have a great deal of concern for her own modesty, but she can at least get why he'd want her to stay covered up. The second, however... ]
You'll feed me? Look, buddy, whatever kinks you're into are your business, but I can feed myself just fine.
[ ...And she will absolutely get crumbs in the bed. ]
[ It would be stranger if the strangeness hadn't been picked up on. No one should be talking about war in such a dethatched way like it isn't something truly awful. But she'd had no other way to cope. How else was she supposed to keep going? And breaking out into tears every fight wasn't going to help keep her - or anyone she cared about - alive.
That Reira doesn't question her further about it is a small blessing. ]
Japan. [ The name rolls over her tongue as she leans back a little to inspect her handiwork with a thoughtful look on her face. ] You know, I think there might be a couple of other people here who are from there too, so you might not be as alone as you think.
[ But as soon as that realization dawns on her, Reira's question has her pausing again. ]
Safe? Oh. [ Confusion dissolves again into a smile before she offers the compact to Reira for her approval. ] I am. Though we're on different sides of the war I guess you could say we've come to a...truce of some kind. At least while we're here. Fighting is so much effort and it's not like it would do any of us any good here.
[ thank u wrio.. dan heng's type is big titty older men it can't be helped.
but.. oh. there's something incredibly sensuous about the way the man moves, about how he breathes against dan heng's sensitive throat, and drags his tongue along his pulse. arousal shoots straight to his groin, but dan heng ignores it for now, his face a blush pink by the time wriothesley pulls away. ]
.. r-right. Thank you.
[ his turn. dan heng inhales, then lifts the dice to roll: fondle chest. ]
[ it's not his first kiss, but dan heng is still new enough to intimacy that even just a kiss gives him a little thrill.
that sylvain is quite good at this also helps. his breath catches a little against his partner's lips, a little shiver down his spine, before dan heng relaxes and tilts his head into it to better align their mouths, his hands coming up to rest against sylvain's chest, then sliding up to his shoulders.
but he doesn't want to be entirely passive in all this, despite his submissive orientation, so dan heng pushes into the kiss a little more, parting his lips further to dart his tongue against sylvain't teeth, testing the waters. ]
[Naoto's eyebrows knitted together at that. Mumbling.]
Like the red fog..? [Time had paused. Inaba, the whole world had paused while everything was happening. But he moved on, so would she. For now-
Nodding.]
Yes. I was there for... An unfortunate amount of time. Every time I tried to leave I was dragged back. With force. [She huffed, scowling at the plush carpet of the van. Nope, still mad about that. She was not a party person and she'd probably never be.]
[ and so they begin. neither of them have any real experience (that they can remember, at least, in stelle's case), so they don't know where to begin, but dan heng is happy to take the lead for now, unless she chooses to wrest it from him.
so he pushes in a little closer, not moving too fast, but certainly showing his interest.
dan heng's hands move beneath the water, alighting upon her hips, thumbs rubbing in slow circles before his spear-callused palms slide higher, over her ribs. he doesn't touch any higher just yet, only concentrates on their kiss, on feeling it out, appreciating the warmth of her mouth - she burns so brightly compares with dan heng's cooler moonlight aura. her mouth feels wonderfully hot.
and then her lips part, so dan heng takes the initiative, his tongue carefully flicking along her lower lip before dipping past them, and into her mouth. the feeling of her tongue against his own makes him shiver, tension tightening in his lower belly. okay. maybe this was a good idea. this was definitely a good idea. ]
[ dan heng nods. this is all new territory to him, but.. he feels comfortable with her, unperturbed. she's a warm presence, and her kindness feels genuine. ]
Right, I will. And the same for you.
[ really, aside from some extreme kinks, restraints are about the only thing that dan heng knows for certain he isn't comfortable with. everything else will come naturally. when she plucks at his coat, he helps her along, shrugging the blazer of his suit off and away, and feeling immediately better for it, for the released heat. dan heng runs a little cooler than most naturally, but he's not immune to blushing. ]
[ if they're looking to connect worlds, building energy between those already from the same world wouldn't be as potent, would it? dan heng frowns, his brow tightening. ]
Perhaps if it isn't about sex specifically, it's about energy. Energy built through physical connection.
[ he drops his hands into his lap, folding them. ]
I see. Well.. [ he frowns, shaking his head. ] There are.. people that I know that I have found attractive, but I've kept them out of more, err, unclean thoughts.
[it'd be stranger to sizhui too if he weren't already so used to the world-hopping. regardless of this, he finds comfort in wei wuxian's presence as well, feeling like maybe together they can face this obstacle head-on and perhaps figure out a way back home.
what a way to embarrass him even more! he would be the ever-humble lan boy and say that he's nothing too special, he's just lucky to already know how a lot of this stuff works, et cetera and so on. he would, however, maybe preen a little about being called bright and smart because he does know he has a good head on his shoulders and has been taught well by those closest to him.]
It's okay, we can start by learning more about this world together. [even if sizhui's already learned some things about the golden peacock that he almost wishes he hadn't. now, though it makes him feel a little bad that wei wuxian has to suffer through it too, they can go through it with each other rather than alone.] In a way, yes, you're right. Who knows? We'll just have to see what it has in store for us and prepare for the worst but hope for the best. [a beat then,] I miss everyone too, but it's nice to see a familiar face here.
[ Wei Wuxian leads more with curiosity than anything else, so he's not too panicked about the whole "being kidnapped to a different reality" thing just yet. Not yet at least. But he's also expecting this to be a few months at most and then he'll make his way right back home.
... Though thinking about it now, about Lan Sizhui's adventures... what if that happens to him too? Hm. ]
Yeah, we can!
[ He beams so brightly, so pleased, so happy. Lan Sizhui is definitely one of the few people he'd want to be stuck with in a separate world than their own. Probably his number 2 pick! (Lan Wangji would be his number 1, unsurprisingly.) ]
I'm glad I can be that familiar face. [ Ah, fuck it. He's going in for the hair ruffle! Ruffle, ruffle. ] Oh, help me out with one thing, why don'tcha? What's a "card suit"?
[ Troy feels his brow raise and his lips purse for a split second, his features relaxing after a sigh. This has been such a weird first meeting, but Stelle's quirks is really good at staving off his other thoughts.
He shrugs, raising a hand and staying seated at the edge of the bed. He hands her the tray and gives her a stern look. ]
Alright. Sure. But make a mess on the bed and I'll carry you outta here myself and eat your food.
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