【 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.
[ Heathcliff looks around. Ostensibly, they're looking for water, and they're at a venue that probably has water on tap somewhere... But fuck if Heathcliff bothered to think about anything but food and alcohol at this point. ]
[ They are both shameless hussies, apparently, and Beowulf is picking up on that rather well. There is some thrill to that, though, to keep this to non-penetrative instead of just being so easy with it. He will make sure Wei Wuxian will keep thinking about his dick and how it might have felt to be penetrated by it. For now, they both can seek pleasure their own way. He could tell his partner to not touch himself and deny him of that, but they are just now familiarizing themselves with one another— he will let him enjoy it however he wants. Beowulf could correct him on the fact they are in a car, but the confusion was kind of cute anyway.
He keeps his cock nestled neatly between those asscheeks, occasionally groping to squeeze them closer to one another— Wei Wuxian might be able to memorizing where the thickest vein is on his cock, or how his glans feels time he glides along his partner’s backend. It doesn’t take long before Beowulf lowers his weight along his partner’s petite back, kissing along the back of his neck between the curtain of dark hair. ]
I’m crazy? You’re the one who climbed up here, pretty boy. Are you that eager to get to know me?
[ His next kiss stings a little, planting another bruise right next to where he kissed him before. ]
[ the tower's made out of strong stuff, apparently. and it seems that the question ishmael pulled is interesting enough for matoba to go on a yapfest? weird how a guy can go from gloomy and intimidating to being moe as fuck at a flip of a coin.
she can barely hide her grin as she chinhands at him. ]
I didn't expect such an... innocent childhood.
[ the image of a mini-matoba trying to get the attention of cats and failing is so cute 🥺 horrible. ]
Do you miss those days? Would you like to go back if given the chance?
[ Glancing aside when addressed, Kizuna considers him like he knows more than he ought to, though it could just be a trick of the light, a glint of something left behind after looking for too long. He leans against the headboard with a soft hum, attention momentarily taken away from whatever he'd been looking at on his watch. ]
You're welcome. [ Tempting fate, he reaches aside with his free hand, carding long fingers through his hair again. ] Are people not nice to you very often?
[ He asks even when he feels it, the way a gentle touch seems to burn through some of his fogginess to get at the tender feelings beneath. Not because Scott isn't familiar with them, but because he is. All it takes is a little reminder, sometimes. ]
[ The mock gasp given to her in return is merely for play as is the light shove - which is more like a touch - against Aerith's arm once she's released her hand. Apparently she seems intent on sticking to her flimsy words even if the laughter that peeks through the paper thin facade is incredibly revealing of the opposite. ]
I am! I'm so shy.
[ The playful offence recedes left with nothing but an equal amount of warmth as she finally attempts to stir from the bed. Apparently the smell of the hot breakfast is enough to rouse her. ]
The pleasure is all mine; I think I won in terms of waking up with a pretty face in my bed.
[ And now it's her turn to quickly slip out of bed naked. She's back in the nick of time however, sliding the large tray laden with food, coffee and tea between them as she pulls the sheets up over her chest both for modesty sake and to hide the nasty scar that snakes diagonally between her breasts. ]
Since you arrived last night, is there anything you have questions about? Aside from the obvious lapse in our memories that is.
[ There wasn't anything wrong with letting yourself feel things. There were some nights she still went to sleep crying. War had dulled that part of her that cried but not to the point where she didn't allow herself to feel; she'd seen the effects of being numb to things and that wasn't ideal either.
But war seems a far and away thing now that she's been here several months. Each passing day puts more space between her and the battlefield and softening the callouses on her palms. This is what she'd rather use her hands for, she thinks as Reira gives a nod of approval for an impromptu fix.
The hug coupled with her sweet words however catch her completely off guard. ]
What -
[ Colour rises to the apples of her cheeks before she's quick to return Reira's hug with a laugh. ]
Don't be silly, Reira! I wouldn't want to walk around with messy makeup for a place that doesn't deserve to see me at my worst. How could I leave you in the same position?
[ And when they do pull back from the hug she gathers Reira's hands in hers, giving her a reassuring squeeze. ]
If there's anything you need while we're here, I'll do what I can to help you even if it's just keeping you company. That is, if you want that.
Oh, these? [ one black claw goes to scratch lightly over one of the lesions--and then pick at it, at the skin around it, as if trying to pry a hangnail. ] This is a little... hm.
I'm sick, amica. Not to worry, it's a blood-borne illness. As long as you don't start licking my open wounds, you shouldn't catch it. One day these rocks will cover the all of me, but surely you won't be around to see it.
Maybe a good reminder to live life to the fullest while you still can. Eat well, play well, fuck well. [ a baring of her teeth, a beast's smile, a dying beast's creed. ]
lol, for once in his life he does xD FFVII men are quite small though, but so are HojoVerse guys
Depends on whatcha call forfeiting. Does it still counts as givin' up if it's to take you somewhere a little more private?
[Not like Reno is shy, far from it, but sex in the middle of a crowded room would be a new thing, even for him. The show of erotic behavior so far is one thing, full on sex probably still another.]
Well. Didn't need to strip, but that's certainly a nicer way o' doin' it,
[Reno's eyes take in how easily Aventurine slips out of his slacks, and takes more care of them than Reno would probably have, but that's no surprise. With a grin, he takes the step towards the other and pushes him backwards, right back into his seat. One long, still clothed leg swings over Aventurine's, so that Reno can straddle the smaller man, hands coming to rest on his shoulders.]
Relax, 'n enjoy the show,
[His voice is barely above a whisper, but dripping with promises, as he starts to roll his hips and grind down, seeking friction between both their growing lengths.]
[Don't yell it to the whole bar... He turns his head away briefly, as if that had nothing to do with him. Very believable when they're side by side and holding hands.
Distracting him, though, is the feeling of satisfaction from successfully choosing a drink that Gojo enjoys. That's been sneaking up on him lately. In the past it wouldn't have felt like an accomplishment—he knows more about Gojo's tastes than he wants to, he would have argued—a situationally useful piece of trivia, at best. Now it warms him inside to have that smile directed at him. Not that he lets it show aside from a slight softening of his expression.]
Already asking for more?
[Typical. He glances in the indicated direction and then cuts a purposeful path through the crowd, leading Gojo by the hand. When they're within sight of the room in question, he spots two other people coming from the right—seemingly heading for the same door. He quickens his pace to get there first, shoving the door open with his foot in his haste with both hands occupied.]
Lock that.
[Does it even lock? Who knows. He's busy finding a spot to set his drink down after knocking back a decent mouthful.]
[ It can feel a little bit like he doesn't know what the next day will bring, but Kabru doesn't mind it. He chose this life over a comfortable one so he's never complained about it. ]
[ this wouldn't be the very first of the elite touting around without a penny to their name, riding on name and compliments of the house — but it does throw a suspicious wrench into a gear already well-worn, if ever Getou had been deceived in the first place. it suggests to him a greenness with deceit, intensifying the mystery. ]
If you don't understand someone's motives, throwing out haphazard guesses wastes everyone's time.
[ long legs barely manage to cross under the table, pitching in on a hip towards Sunday, focus rapt. slatted eyes ooze with heat, magmatic gold that burns with the cherry's reflection, answering their kindred... but without divinity, it's honey's mockery of ore, natural but saccharine. ]
I don't really like it when people lie to me. It makes me feel... [ a smoky breath sucked through teeth, ] Provoked.
[ certain now that Sunday's attention is focused upon Getou solely, the frog's sticky tongue darts the air, looping and latching, spun around the two curved bars that make Sunday's halo. one mighty pull back attempts to dislodge the thing and claim it as treasure for its master. ]
[ unflinching met with unyielding — rather than a deterrent, the glimmer of what's elsewise buried in there holds his interest far more than automatic obeisance or squealing enthusiasm could hope to inspire. it's the jagged edges of ripped meat in life that beguile, and that mouth could chew many. where's the joy and freedom in docility? ]
[ Jae Ha correctly levies his accusation, and Getou wonders at its color. is this something closer to true intimacy he can aggress as easily as others solicit lust? or is he just as guilty, between bare thigh and the lowered, flickering lids of his eyes as that bite sinks. his breath cuts, plunges down and lifts dizziness into his grey matter — ]
[ then, it's his own fault really, when he pulls. ]
[ sure in that grip, scruffed, he peels Jae Ha back forcefully before his jaws have unclenched. it's wonder, of course, that demands an answer: how sharp are they? a smear of fresh red and one beaded line of it that dribbles onto the couch cushions, he's stained the little monster's lips. ]
Oops, [ without sincerity. ] What do you think? Is it bad enough to warrant punishment?
Perhaps it's more about the energy generated by the act itself.
[ honestly, if he weren't here against his will, this would be a rather fascinating puzzle for dan heng to work out. the enjoyment is a little spoiled, however, by the nature of his presence here. ]
It's an incredibly intimate act, and usually.. vigorous, as well.
[ dan heng can't help but to feel the same. in the grand scheme of his long life, dan heng has not known her long, and yet it feels like a lifetime since they found her unconscious on the space station, since she joined them, and became part of his daily life. he's comfortable around her, fully and completely.
so it doesn't take long for the kiss to become comfortable too, for it to feel nice and natural, and more than that.. enjoyable. she breathes a soft sound against his lips, and the sound of it sends a shiver down his spine, eagerness blooming in his gut.
he is only a man.. !!
of course stelle takes the initiative to move closer, rearing up to come sit astride his lap, her warm weight settling against his own, urging a gasp from his lungs. heat floods his face, her proximity enticing, the slide of her hot skin against his own enough to make him feel momentarily dizzy. the kiss breaks, and he chases it for a moment before their eyes meet, and dan heng stares into those lovely golden irises for several seconds. ]
.. yes.
[ he needs no further prompting. diving into another kiss, dan heng allows his hands to roam. the right drops down, skimming her hip and settling onto her thigh, squeezing. the left moves upward, cupping her breast, kneading and pressing, feeling the peak of her nipple against his palm, and - oh. that's. in many ways he is a simple creature. man touches boob for first time. it is excellent. ]
[ Well not all of them but all the ones that still exist. Presumably. His good friend and benefactor would definitely not hold out on him, right? Right.
Xue Yang gives a chuckle at that. ]
Guess so. I can be patient when I have to be.
[ It's when he doesn't have to be that one needs to worry.
Xue Yang doesn't know if the earlier touch counts as "fondle" nor does he really care. If Wei Wuxian needs a bit of time to make him spill, Xue Yang has distractions to tide himself over with. He grabs the dice again and casually tosses them, and it seems his next distraction is...
SUCK NIPPLE
Again. ]
Well that's stupid.
[ But he's going for it, zeroing in on the nipple that he previously left unattended. Because if he's doing this a second time he might as well make something different about it. ]
[ He lets out a shuddering sigh when their lips part, his composure broken just a tad, his head spinning from sensation as he glances back at Kizuna with more than a little longing.
He’s still far too sensitive for his own good, actually. Or perhaps it’s simply the public nature of this affair, of the fact that there are many others surrounding them, even if they’re all too engrossed in their own games…
Not to mention that he’d forgotten about the dice, really. He even has to blink stupidly for a few moments before it finally registers, whereupon he has to try and break the tension with an awkward laugh. ]
My apologies if I fail to make this appropriately exciting…
[ He’s not sure how long he’ll last, really. Especially when a quick glance at neighboring tables confirms that these games tend to end quickly, if they end at all.
Some of them choose to end it right on the tables themselves too, goodness. ]
( the most important part of the little trip is to maintain his grip on his drink: he doesn't want to lose any of it by letting it splash onto the ground, bubble down the side of his hand or get lost anywhere on his clothes; and he's really gotten there mostly without issue, until nanami suddenly hurries to catch the room before anyone else can. he lets out a playful groan of disappointment, as some of his drink sloshes over the rim of the glass; still, he can't separate them, since there's the whole handcuff issue, so he just listens, elbowing the door shut and using their joined hands to try to fumble for the lock.
well. there is no lock. at least he can sense that the other couple is moving away in disappointment--seems they won't have to endure a foursome this time after all.
with a sigh, he trails closer to nanami, the handcuff chain going looser, slacked between them; woefully, he sets his drink down onto the table next to nanami's, bringing his chocolate-martini-stained knuckles up so that he can lick and suck the dribbled drink off of them. )
Don't worry, you're only getting me. Just the two of us. Wah~.
( he's beaming a grin up at nanami, until he realizes that his free hand is wet, and a little sticky--which means, of course, he's wiping it in against nanami's side as he bumps in closer. )
[There's something really perceptive about this guy, well-hidden behind his almost flamboyant greeting from earlier. It's taken a while for Scott to notice, but with his feelings more under control, he can kind of see it now. He doesn't really think much about it though, maybe that just makes him even kinder, because he noticed his struggles early on and acted that way.
Doesn't mean he won't grump slightly when Kizuna runs a hand through his hair, but the noise is half-hearted, barely even an actual complaint. That low feeling of contentment is still the most prevalent emotion from Scott, further emphasized by the sheer fact that he doesn't even try to pull away.]
Mmm, no, that's not it. [He admits, after taking a small sip of his coffee, hands wrapped around the cup once more.] I mean the staff and some of the guests are dicks because of my low rank, but... you're not the first person that's been nice to me.
[His eyes close behind his glasses for a moment, the redness behind them dimming with it.] A lot of people helped me out when I first got here. I'd be in a rougher spot without them.
So you say. [Even though the odds of this happening a second time are much lower than it happening once, Miko seems less surprised by this outcome. That, or she's elected to hide any true surprise that she actually feels, taking advantage in her feelings being obfuscated.]
Are you sure you haven't done something to these dice, stranger? You're getting some highly disarming rolls.
[From the way Red has been reacting, this is anything but convenient for her all around; the disadvantage is just as much hers, split evenly between them.]
Well, far be it from me to accuse anyone of rigging their rolls.
[ marco waits, dutifully so, as the young man fusses impotently at the zipper. it's by the second failed "attempt" that marco begins to cotton on to the evidence of mischief; he need only a second's worth of a glance at the other's grin to have it all confirmed for him. ]
Quite finicky, [ he says around a wry smile of his own. fortunately, it's not a terribly big ask of him; he had more or less come to terms with the prospect of it the second he let himself get roped into these antics. he supposes, in retrospect, it would have been far too easy to get away with keeping the pants on.
no matter. marco sincerely doubts it's out of some desire of camaraderie — less a peak at some vulnerability in not wanting to be the only one so exposed, so to speak, but more to further nudge marco himself out of his supposed comfort zone. marco's had enough years of experience to know that his mild demeanor can so very often be a magnet for people who delighted in that. what was it galahad would often say to him? "sometimes you're just asking for it."
and so after hiking his skirt up a little, he works at undoing his pants. he leaves the belt slung along the hoops and divests himself of the slacks in relative ease. that, too, gets folded up and neatly set aside with his shirt. then he takes that pile and sets it side, tucking it behind a large potted fern so it can be hidden. he's on the poorer side here in the resort, and so he's determined not to lose what little clothing he owns.
he presents his back to gojou again, hands still at his sides. ]
But man, that sure sounds like a threat and Wei Wuxian is kind of distracted by it that he doesn't notice Xue Yang's tossed the dice again until he hears his voice. He blinks and furrows his brow before — oh! Okay! That's Xue Yang in his space and... sucking his nipple!
Ahhh! He is so sensitive and ticklish. There is more squirming there and he covers his face with a hand as it goes pink. ]
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