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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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[The way Aventurine is becoming the person he has the most Complicated feelings about at record speed...
It's not an answer that satisfies, really, any part of his question. There's deflection, then the deliberate way Aventurine turns it around to point at himself — at his own reaction. Downplaying the decisions that are certainly calculating behind those eyes, beneath that perfect poker face.]
It displeases me so much as I don't wish to be playing this game at all.
[Do you hear him, House?]
You answered one of my previous questions wrong. About your bedtime routine. What could you possibly be concealing?
[The touch turns his head, her fingertips cool against his skin — he has no choice but to look back at her, unable to conceal the surprise that washes over his face. Against such certain confidence, his own uncertainty dims.
What does she see when she looks at him? For a moment he's crippled by the thought of that question, cut to the naked bone. Glimpses. Glimpses of what? Perhaps all of it, all of his mistakes, are projected by the light of the stars that she reads, and it was known from the beginning.
Or perhaps it isn't so clear, but her genius is enough. The magnificence of that power is all she needs.
Feeling shaken, he stands, brushing off his lap as if he was the one nibbling on a biscuit.]
Your belief in me is... too kind, Miss Megistus. Allow me to consider it seriously then.
[Listen, he's still recovering from being a cult leader.]
[He makes a small, thoughtful sound at those words. Much of it is still beyond him — but Wei Wuxian explains it well, and he can grasp why a person might be affected by their lives before, whether toward benevolence or darker behavior.
And it's reassuring to know he hasn't come across anything truly dangerous so far.]
Thank you for sharing with me. Though I can't fully comprehend this... cultivation you speak of, I feel better knowing that you're among us here at the casino. Your affinity for the dead is certainly more useful than anything I could do.
[Just being honest.]
It's not how I thought I would spend the morning, but I find myself grateful to have woken up with someone so companionable.
[His thoughts run parallel, though he is left unaware — memories of their chaste childhood spiraling out, still reconciling his sister as she is now compared to then. Taller, older, yet no less radiant and sweet and kind. Beautiful. There is no doubt in his mind that she will draw attention here, just as she did at home, only now she lacks all of the privileges of her stardom. Security detail, status and safety bought by fame.
Part of him wonders if this feels freer for her than anything before. If there is something she enjoys in her changed independence, her anonymity — even as the other part of him languishes in worry for what that freedom might invite.
There's a small, humorless little chuckle.]
I suppose not. [Something he doesn't like takes root in his chest, behind his ribs, dark and curdling and sour.] But, Robin... I trust your judgment. If you would choose someone, no matter my feelings, I'd set them aside if it was what you truly wanted. You should believe in yourself.
[He is not lying. He knows this, so why do the words feel blackened when he speaks them aloud?
He says nothing for himself. The thought has never even occurred to him — a stranger at his side. A romantic partner. What would they look like? Nothing comes to his imagination. He sees — only his sister, as he has seen her so many times before, the comforting shadow of her light cast over him. Yet in this context, it warps to something inexplicably, irrevocably wrong, and his gaze once more darts away, withdrawing his hand.
There's a knock at the door, and Sunday clears his throat.]
... I fear we've been gone too long. We should return to the lounge.
( that he does certainly see it for as it is, and he can only laugh in response; something to an extent genuine, entirely too amused by rufus' behavior.
besides, he enjoys playing the long game, stretching it thin until right before it snaps. such concerns never existed here, and aventurine takes another sip of his drink, musing his answer. )
I'm happy to indulge in whatever interests you have, with no complain - unless you want me to, of course. I prefer to play our game with only the two of us, at least as the main players. Guest participants can be a staff or a guest neither of us are familiar with.
And more importantly, the game itself has to be interesting. That's enough of a challenge, when we're stuck in a casino. But don't blame me for being curious what someone like you could come up with. The attention of a gambler can be quite fickle if the game isn't worth his time, after all.
[ It's... nice being told that and Wei Wuxian can't help the smile that pops up on his face when Sunday says he feels better knowing he's among them, that his affinity for the dead is useful. People usually don't say such things about him but this, this is nice. ]
Thank you!
[ He's not going to ignore that compliment, no. He gives his thanks and sips his tea and then laughs a little, cheery. ]
Sunday-gongzi, I feel the same! You could've kicked me out the moment I teased you about your feathers and it would've been within your right, but I am glad you decided to have breakfast with me anyway.
[ A pause and he gives a short, quick whistle. The ghost that's been lingering gives a final laugh before fading away, leaving them in the bright light of the hotel room once again. ]
I hope we're able to continue to get to know each other during our time at the resort.
[ She was more talking about how she's be entering the men's bathroom, but if he ever wanted to tell the story of how he punched someone's teeth on (not even off!), he's more than welcome to do so. Go on and brag about your admirer, Wagna. ]
Oh, I won't. [ Her hold of him loosens enough at least. Still resting on him, she's brought into the bathroom as an almost weightless accessory upon his shoulders. ]
And of course not! I wouldn't dare say anything like that, my ♥brave hot stallion♥!
[ Did he hear it? The hearts in his new title? She plants a kiss on his cheek as she closes her eyes in apology for teasing him. ]
[How can two words, so short, so simple, cause auch a reaction in him? Reno has to bite his own lip as a Rufus praises him again, and it sends a shiver through his whole body that makes his dick twitch in his pants. He's even almost disappointed when Rufus lets go of his hair.
He remains where he is, waiting for orders as he looks at Rufus, an almost ordinary situation for them, if it wasn't for the fact that Reno is still kneeling between the president's spread legs. So he doesn't see what the dice land on until he gets ordered to get up, one side glance cast at the table to understand what's about to happen.
Reno feels himself swallowing against a lump in his throat, suddenly bigger even than when he outright asked a Rufus to fuck him earlier. This .. this could become almost way too intimate. Or he's just making a big deal out of something that's just a fucking kiss, so who would care?
He finds his smirk again as he stands and this time he dares again, my pushing against one of Rufus' knees to push his legs back together, just enough so that Reno can slip comfortably into the other's lap and straddle him, hands loosely placed on Rufus' shoulders and waiting for him to lean in.]
[in the beginning, sizhui wasn't too excited about being torn away from his family, but as time went on, he found that he started enjoying visiting these new worlds and making new friends. sure, he misses his family a whole lot, but he knows that eventually he'll make it back to them and it will be like no time has passed at all. (or so he assumes because he imagines that once he does get home, it will be like he never left in the first place, although he hopes that he remembers his adventures.)
and yes, they really are, no one can tell him otherwise.
sizhui moves the hand from his chin to the side of his neck, rubbing it idly while he considers, but he ultimately says,]
I am, too. From what I've gathered, it depends on how we are affected when our suits are “active,” which is different for everyone. I've never seen symbols like the clubs or spades, either. When I think of a spade, I think of a shovel, though. Maybe it's where the symbol came from? [if that's the case, however, what in the world would a shovel have to do with card suits?]
Yes, you will be spending a lot of time questioning things and you won't get far. However, it's good to ask questions, too. We need to figure out what they plan on doing with us, after all, so I see no reason why we shouldn't learn as much as possible about this place.
( ... what a fine, supportive answer. as always, her brother listens so carefully, intuiting her troubles before she ever has the chance to voice them out loud. given the opportunity to think about it, it's so silly in this outlandish context. so much severity put into something that this place doesn't think all too much about, despite calculating a monetary value to the interaction and weighing its worth in the same careless risk of a real gamble. like everything can be bought for the right price.
how quaint. if nothing is sacred, everything can be shared in harmony. but harmony's calling had come second. sharing everything with her brother had always come first.
she should tell him, share your feelings with me so that she could have that from him too. but no one seems to think of privacy as a sacrosanct thing, either, when there's a knock on the door and not enough rooms on this floor for debauchery, it seems. when sunday pulls his hand away, she's left a little stricken for how cold the room suddenly seems without it. his stance is so solid, with a stranger's polished appearance, and the way she looks at him, really looks at him, turned away from her and distant, makes her wonder how she could have ever thought he was anyone else for even an instant.
she smiles a little at that. )
We're allowed use of these rooms as much as anyone else, sir.
( she says, in that softer, familiar lilt that sunday might remember from some other sun-stroking afternoon. it's a bold thing to do when he's unguarded, when the glove on her hand is still warm from his own finger pressure where she's cradling his jaw, where she's turning his face back to meet her, her thumb skimming the curve of his mouth with deliberate delicacy.
maybe he's standing in his office in his memory when robin first leans in, and he'll remember the last time he'd reached out, fingers held firm between them to intercept her kiss of greeting, voice unwavering as he'd intoned with grave finality, we aren't children anymore. )
( the door opens behind them as someone peeks their head inside only to mutter a quick scuse me before ducking right back out thereafter. from the back, it probably looks vaguely as scandalous as it feels: the burnished sheen of her ripped stocking; her hair cascading in a rippling curtain like a held secret; a simple waitress standing on her heels to kiss someone who could be a king, without any care in the world.
alas, but they aren't children. so she's pulling back as quickly as the door clicks shut, her gaze drifting from his eyes and her lashes dipping low as she regards the bright red stain on the thumb of her glove, where she'd kissed it, missing his mouth.
he still looks put-together. it makes the lipstick look a little debauched where her thumb presses it in to smear at the corner of his lip. )
If you're going to wear a disguise, you should also act the part.
( and down his chin, until it's a bright red stain that she's pressing into the edge of his pristinely white collar. )
[ Ragna's already had some time to ascertain what the rest of the cards translated to, which makes the redhead's reaction to him and this predicament all the more understandable when she lays it on him with a reluctant "...Submissive." It's one thing for his Suit to be experiencing infrequent flare-ups on him, but it's an entirely new sensation that ripples through him knowing that he'd cinched his arm around her curvy waist with a...very tempting dynamic.
One that leaves him audibly swallowing as his own cheeks fluster deeper. ]
And I'm the Dominant one...
[ Looking up to scout the immediate area out, he can see other pairs and groupings eyeing the couple up. Ragna being a high rank now left him being observed with a more titillating intrigue. As for Mitsuru? But of course everyone would bow for her and more. Whisperings. Murmurings. What were they going to do? What roles did they get? Ohh one of them hopes that Queen Kirijo was the one dominating the Grim Reaper tonight~
They needed to get some privacy already. He wants her all to himself. ]
...wouldn't be the first time I had you pinned.
[ The first day they properly met? Seeking solace in her chambers on the hunt, ending in the foxy Queen being loaded on a horny rabbit's cum? A very special birthday romp... He'd be lying if he said he didn't like making the otherwise unflappable Mitsuru crumble for him. She's been really good to him every time things got intense. But now...they had roles to their outing. One that if they didn't comply with? Who knew how bad the flare-ups would be? ]
So... [ Because outside of this, he really did like her company. ] Privacy first, catching up later?
[ Because the second the two of them were behind closed doors, he was going to throw caution to the wind and take the lead on her in ways that they never dreamed of covering before. ]
[ A freshly plucked Ragna from his world might have visibly reeled from that attempt. But he's had more than a year not only to calm down, but to think about more than just what his original goals were back home; they were goals he still intended to fulfill, but, he's less bristly. Not as quick to yank his arm away or shove someone back. His patience had grown considerately. It also didn't hurt that said patience was even more fortified in the face of stronger-willed, bright girls like Aerith.
But then she confirms exactly what he should have prepared for. Despite the fact he has a penchant for blowing people off and saying his memory sucks, he can read people a lot better now. The apologetic smile that graces Aerith's lips tells him as much as her words do. It's not enough to sour his expression in full, but he does sigh through his nose, his expression settling with a sense of understanding. ]
Hey, you don't gotta be sorry for anything. I mean, if you don't know, you don't know. And I'm just-
[ That's about the time that she does reach out, those mismatched red and green eyes widening as the sudden invasion of his privacy sees his cheeks gently flustering. But it's just to snatch up one of those bills from his hair. The look that he gives Aerith is surprisingly innocent, blinkblinking at her when she adds that they can still be friends. Or rather...maybe they can try again? With a gentler huff, he sets a hand on his hip, not caring if there's any further strays in his spikes for now. He can get them after.
...Or she can. He's finally comfortable enough. Besides, it's hard to forget the way that she helped him out before when he was still experiencing the shock of this whole haunted resort. ]
You're awfully trusting of someone you just met. [ But he says it teasingly, finally letting a little smile of his own tug his lips. ] It's Ragna.
[ Aerith nods when Rufus says that he's fine, that he's just thinking. Somehow, she's sure it's more than that, but she's not about to push him on it, not right now. Instead, she lifts the half-eaten quiche, and—
Pauses when he asks for it, the slightest of frowns forming on her brows.
Has she made a mistake? She feels fine, but... ]
Of course.
[ She masks her concern with a smile before it can grow too big to do so, passes the remainder of the food to him. ]
[Rude stays still as he lets the aftereffect of his orgasm do it's thing, calming him down and clearing his mind.]
I see. How long have you been here? [He asks, smiling because he's sure they both know that he isn't a woman, but her awkwardness is very endearing. He gets very quiet afterward though, suddenly serious.] Is it possible to leave?
[ is it even possible? perhaps, but it might be too dangerous. if it is possible to fuck someone's brains out, it might count as a total sanity loss, but she's hoping she won't corrode if that ever happens. she'd like the idea of being fucked so good that she won't have to overthink for the time being.
but that's probably not the time nor place for it right now, is it. maybe when they're on a bed or anywhere that's more comfortable than dripping wet in a bathtub. right now she has to focus on chasing her own pleasure, her moans growing more high-pitched the deeper and faster he pounds into her, splashing more water onto her face with every thrust. the steady roll of his hips, the intoxicating stretch of him inside her, and the sheer intensity of his gaze all bring her to her peak. ]
I'm... I'm coming--
[ she barely gasps those words out before doing just that, the tightly coiled tension within her unraveling as her entire body jerks and trembles in her orgasm,. her head lolls over to the side, her mouth agape as she catches her breath, her inner walls still squeezing around his cock as if refusing to let go. ]
[ Aerith laughs, bright and warm, reaching out to nudge back against Hilda just for a moment. When the other woman gets out of the bed though, she turns her head, politely averting her gaze despite the curiosity and interest tugging insistently at her insides. It's only once she feels the weight of the other woman settling back into the bed that she looks back, catching the barest glimpse of the scar across her chest before she covers it with the sheets.
It's not her business, so she doesn't ask. Instead, she looks with bright emerald eyes over the tray and the variety of foods filling it. ]
Despite everything, they treat us pretty well here, don't they?
[ But Hilda is asking her a question, and so she shifts her attention, listening to the other woman as she nods. Does she have any questions? Well... ]
Is it always like this? Cars that lock you inside until you have sex, endless parties, gambling games and roulettes that end with you holding a sex toy you're expected to use...
[ She pauses, a small frown forming on her features. ]
[ Funnily enough, it almost feels like the two were navigating on zero gravity. Which is why he's surprisingly cautious in the way he tries to build momentum so the two of them didn't just indiscriminately go 'KER-SPLAT' against the cool marbled walls. ]
Seriously...when is this bubbly gonna wear off already?
[ Weiss riding him (heh) wasn't the problem here. It was not having control over his own two feet on solid ground. A valid concern! Luckily, Weiss and her Glyphs can make things just a touch easier if their trajectory turned for the dicier. ]
There! We're back on course...
[ They just gotta hover lower...and surprisingly, the washroom was empty for now. Though in a salacious world like this one, it was only a matter of time before that changed. Cleaning up. Chatting about who they were planning on swooping in for and having a little extra "fun" with. Those pristine stalls were unoccupied too...
"I wouldn't dare say anything like that, my ♥brave hot stallion♥!" ]
Wha- pff.. [ And can she SEE it? The blush that spreads across his cheeks? Because as corny as it was coming from Dolores' wrinkly mouth, hearing Weiss say it? Totally different ball game. But being Ragna, he still has to 'resist' SOMEWHAT, grimacing. ] Not you too, Angel...
[ His whines are abated by her planting a tender kiss on his cheek, right as he was about to catch the handles of the faucet, turning the gilded tap on for a blend for warm water. He even peels his gloves off as he keeps his focus on the sink, his pitch black right and otherwise normal human left running under the water as he rubs them.
Yes, he technically jammed those teeth with his gloves...and maybe he should rinse those too if they're going back on after. But no one can say that the SS-Class Criminal wasn't hygienic. But to take his gloves off so openly...even if he was invisible with her right now, was that just how comfortable he'd become in this casino?
[Xiao Xingchen considers lowering his spoon into the bowl and taking another spoonful of congee to let him think before he speaks, but hearing the other man's words stop him from trying to delay his words in such a dishonest way.
He smooths over his manner again, less tense, approaching this with the calm determination needed to find the truth. Both of them have many questions for each other, and the other man sounds willing to talk. Even if the man lies and means to mislead - something he doesn't want to assume outright, even if he can't trust too readily - at least Xiao Xingchen can glean information from that as well.]
Indeed, I did hear of the Yiling Patriarch, as I learned of the disciples who left Baoshan Sanren's mountain before me. Cangse Sanren, my shijie, had born a son. It... is difficult to reconcile the stories I've heard of both the mother and child.
[Of course, he did not discount that sometimes, even the blood-related could perhaps be that different. He only had no experience to speak to that.
People are always eager to talk when there's something they can add to the conversation, however. Xiao Xingchen knew to not trust anything he couldn't find the truth behind, but he had to know more in order to form some sort of image of this world. Baoshan Sanren had no intention of passing along any news or gossip from her journeys away from the mountain.]
Yet I'm actually surprised that you know of me. I only heard of you after— I-I did not think it was possible that you could have heard of me.
[Not as surprised and confused as he might have been without knowing that time works differently here, but it still reminds him that not everyone will be as he expects.
(He also realizes that maybe the man doesn't want to be reminded that he died. Even if he did suspect the man was the vicious criminal everyone suspected he is, Xiao Xingchen still figures it might be needlessly upsetting.)]
I'm sure it'll wear off eventually... Though I think it'll happen to you first before me.
[ But that's not a problem! Weiss has always been one to come up with landing strategies on the fly. And if all else fails? There's Wagna who can come catch her.
Something to consider a problem later—much later—when they should just be focusing on getting his hands clean.
Once her eyes are closed and she hears the water start running, she just floats there in silence. It would be so easy to distract him, but she's also a little worried that there might be other people nearby. She can't quite see where she's looking at or how close she is to his face, but her mouth is right there next to his ear.
Weiss thinks to whisper, at least, because she doesn't want anyone to hear them if they're supposed to be hiding. Hot breath moistens his ear lobe, and she's nonethewiser to this live ASMR performance she's doing. ]
[ He has him pinned. He definitely has him pinned. Xue Yang isn't sure why Wei Wuxian is so vulnerable to this sort of thing but complaining about it is the last thing on his mind. He has no reason to think seduction will get what he wants out of him so that's not his goal; at this point he wants the win, and he wants Wei Wuxian to be unable to ignore him going forward for as long as they're both here.
So as Wei Wuxian continues to struggle beneath him Xue Yang reaches for the dice again--they're positioned awkwardly, but still barely within reach--and drops them closer on the table.
It takes several seconds before he manages to glance over to see what they've landed on, and then he's wasting no time starting to work on getting Wei Wuxian's pants off. LICK THIGH is certainly not the worst reason he could be trying to strip him, but any stripping at all is probably not exactly welcome. ]
[ He doesn’t look it, since he’s in a similarly cheerful mood. Maybe it’s because of the absurdity of the situation or merely the relief he feels at running into someone familiar here. Someone comforting, even.
Especially when that someone looks to be in much better health compared to the last time… ]
With how you’ve ruined my suit and my hair, I’d be well within my rights to demand you take responsibility, wouldn’t I?
[ Glancing at Hu Tao in favor of sparing himself the sight of the bag's contents, he sees that realization is finally dawning on her. Confusion is the most typical reaction; he felt the same way when he first found himself at the resort. Only in his case, he was given his own room. It's the very room they are in now, practically the size of a small wardrobe. There is barely any legroom since the bed occupies most of the space.
The accusation levied at him causes Xingqiu to turn to face her with hands at his hips. Really now? Since when did he become the villain of her story? At least, he was a villainous friend. With a sigh, he motions to himself. Did she think he would willingly dress himself like this? ]
You didn't receive the notice? You do have a Watch on your wrist.
Well, since it would appear that you missed an important message, I should clarify some things for you. Somehow you have also found yourself here, this is labeled a five star resort called the Golden Peacock... [ His tone indicates some doubt over that claim. ] You have now been checked into this resort and are a guest of this establishment. For how long? I can't say. I have been here some time... as has Doctor Baizhu.
[ Turning his attention back to the breakfast laid out for them, he picks up a cup of coffee, which he offers to his friend. ] Here, maybe this will help. [ He hasn't failed to note that last night's merriment is taking its toll now. It would be best to wait and break the rest of the news to her. ]
Zoro detects a hint of something he can't quite place in the older man. Is it...shyness? It's interesting to think that someone with such a formidable appearance could be shy. He's not sure if he's reading him right, but it does make Zoro want to be more compliant.
He doesn't know what he's doing, after all, so he shouldn't make it hard for Rude to guide them through this experience.
Sharp eyes flit between the toy Rude briefly picks up and the older man's eyes, mouth falling open quietly in surprise when he's made to sit down and look up at him.
He realizes he kind of likes that, though he has to suppress the urge to push back. Instead he takes a slow, steadying breath as he holds Rude's gaze, forcing himself to relax back in his new seat as he hums at his words. "We could go train after this," he says, smirking up at him. His eyes briefly flutter shut when Rude puts a little pressure on his grip, and—yeah. Yup. He definitely likes that.
"Mm. I don't think so." Zoro pauses, because it must be strange to be unsure about a yes or no question. "Sometimes it does," he goes on to clarify, eyes opening again so he can peer up at Rude through his lashes. "But I think it's just in my head. And it doesn't actually hurt." You don't have to be in a place like this resort for your mind to play tricks on you, after all. That happens often enough in everyday life.
it would be cheaper to use salt!!!! I think... wait depends on the salt!
[ Losing each other among the sea of partygoers is not something Xingqiu has taken into account because the plan is not to stray too far. Logic dictates that as long as they keep track of each other, it should be easily achieved. Maybe he is forgotten just how strange the resort is, but more than likely he is being confident that he won't lose Senku in the crowd.
And now that it seems they have both come to an agreement, it is time for them to feast.
He won't receive the same attentive service Senku gets but Xingqiu is thankful for this. It was best he picked out what he preferred from all the options. Honestly, if he got a plate full to mirror Senku's he would have been nowhere close to polishing it clean. He would pick out something for himself. Pastries are obviously favored and despite him making it clear they should take advantage of the food, Xingqiu does not indulge himself in food. ]
You would think they would be consistent in handing out punishments and forcing overall participation. While we may be present, we do not have to engage in anything happening at this party. We may as well not be here at all.
In the end, I wonder what is the point of all this? And for how long are we meant to stay. It's obvious some people never leave.
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