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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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[Rude slowly realizes he's finding most of his enjoyment from watching Aerith enjoy herself. He wonders how much of this is new to her because he doesn't want to be overwhelming, but he's curious about all the new ways he can find to make her feel good.
But on the other hand, it's Aerith. His skin feels like it's getting hotter the more she touches him. He makes small sounds of approval into their kiss when he can feel her relax more. One of Rude's hands move between them, slowly to give Aerith space and time to stop him, but his hand settles between her legs, still over fabric as he touches her cautiously.]
[egotistical moron. his laughter grates on his ears. thinking he's superior to him without knowing a damn thing. he could bring this entire resort around him to its knees if he wanted. poison and corrupt it even further than it already was until its very heart was left open to rip into. someone like this who glances behind because an ugly threat took residence beneath a set o innocents wouldn't allow something like that so easily. protection. defender. justice. concern. some stupid emotion spurs him on despite that flippant attitude. not because he thinks he should, but because his ego says he can. would he do so, all to ensure this one person he knows nothing about stopped laughing? ... the real questions is, why wouldn't he?
fingers curl in the air and a *fwshink!* of flashing darkness and light twisted around a metallic sound reveals a gear-themed blade appearing within his grip. despite his irritation over it, he already found out his keyblade lacks its biting edge. literally. he can't cut anyone, can't stab anyone, even hitting someone with it does little more damage than smacking them with a stupid toy. but that's all right. he can accept this place's abject fear of "weapon!" when it so foolishly seems not to care about the rest of his abilities. a few seem to be limited and contained within the scope of this place, needling him under a net of curbed power. guess this isn't a bad idea to test how far he can push what he has.]
I like it better when you're frustrated. [and smashes his blade down on the edge of the table, right between the other man's spread legs. if he catches his pants on the tip of his keyblade, so much the better. he hadn't been aiming for him in the first place. solid impact and strength crush the table's front legs beneath it and hike its backside upward with groan of wood. plastic chips and playing cards shower past his "partner's" head and shoulders as the entire table sweeps towards his back in attempt to flip atop him. simultaneously blurring out in front of those glassy blue eyes, he vanishes, only to reappear behind the rotating table mid-flip, body crouched, knees bent, both arms hauling back with his keyblade jacked up over his shoulder. WHAM!! his swing connects with the table's underside with every intent of sending table and man hurtling through the air towards the bar of fancy drinks they'd initially been aiming towards. what'll become if the bartender? who the hell cares. die, hopefully.
accompanied by a going-away present: a roaring trio of flaming orbs fired from the tip of his keyblade to drive his point home. of course it gets attention, people twisting in their seats, standing up in alarm, staff members perking from their stations. darkness builds up around his body and seeps outward in shadowy mist, movement bubbling and boiling inside the blackening air as no less than three monsters begin to form and crawl from his shadows.] Come on. I know that wasn't enough to dent you.
[lucky for this bastard, he has no intention of siccing the unversed on him. he wants every drop of his attention, wants to know how he feels while locked in combat as everything else around him begins to erupts in chaos. what kind of ego does he have? is he really concerned with other people, or is that a farce for show? easily ignoring the suffering of others? lost in the thrill of challenging a strong opponent? arrogance, distraction, frustration, anguish, he'll feast on those negative emotions brimming in his heart. show him what kind of "hero" you are, idiot. keep him entertained until he's had his fill!]
[ If Wei Wuxian knew his idle comment made Sizhui feel a bit insecure, he would immediately be working to fix it. As it is, he's still trying to puzzle this out and honestly, spades being related to shovels makes as much sense as them not being related to shovels. ]
Still, a good thing to keep in mind as we try and understand it.
[ But right, down to the business of this very interesting thing called a watch. Wei Wuxian listens to Sizhui's reply and lights up a little at that last part. ]
You can? [ He was just thinking of telling the time and the other features on it. But this...! ] I suppose I haven't had anyone to talk to yet, so I didn't notice. Is it just one person to another person? Sort of like a messenger spell.
[ Though that's a little less robust than this watch, isn't it? It's not as instantaneous and to send a message back you have to cast another spell. He's seen Lan Xichen send messages to Lan Wangji but hasn't really used it much himself. ]
[ There's a shake of his head here, insistent. Not about the sex part though. ]
I'm not possessing anyone. This body was sacrificed to me, it's my body completely now.
[ So like, there. He didn't choose the virgin, the virgin chose him!
But he does give a slight frown at the next part because... well. No, yeah, he is into some kinky shit. He can't even pretend to be vanilla. But no!! He won't get bored!!! Not bored enough to fuck Xue Yang!! ]
I'm sure there are plenty of interesting people here to fuck. Don't worry about me.
[ A year, huh? That's a long time. Xiao Xingchen must have seen a lot, experienced a lot in his time here. Wei Wuxian is desperate to know more but doesn't feel like it's his place entirely to ask for details. So, he just nods in understanding and eats more of his congee.
The next part, about the accessibility of the place, is interesting. He flashes through his mind what he's noticed about this place so far and the rougher textures are something that's come to mind. So, that's to help the blind, is it? Interesting. Makes him want to observe it even closer, see if he can draw some inspiration from it for his own use.
At the slight laughter and the small smile, Wei Wuxian feels a little relief himself. The tension is starting to leave the room which is... good. He doesn't know how to solve it entirely but he's trying. ]
Being here for so long, you must've made some good friends over your time here. [ He thinks briefly about Xue Yang. Should he ask...? No. No, definitely not. ] I hope you continue to move along without too many troubles here.
And that's really great, that they've made it easier for you to navigate this place. It's... a lot, feels very overwhelming at times. But if this place is being considerate like you said, then that's good.
For now, he feels the itch to get out of this room and go explore the rest of the resort now that he's free from that god awful party. So when Aventurine offers up sex, he blinks in surprise before giving an automatic shake of his head before he can even think up a reply. ]
Ah, no, no. Not yet! Not that I wouldn't be pleased to enjoy myself with you, but I'd like to get my bearings a bit more first. Plus, wouldn't it be more fun when we know what card suit I end up being?
[ Personally, he's very interested in knowing where the House lands him and what it means. He just really wants to know. ]
[ Red replies with a bit of a snap, although the anger isn't directed at Miko. ]
I'm being asked to halfway fuck people I've only just met. It's - weird. But that's the way this place is, from what I've been told! I think I'd be more weirded out if it didn't bother you, at least a little bit!
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( she might be the only person to think that of him: the cherries are syrupy sweet on his tongue, a brandished red that looks almost garish, offset with the horrible hue of his scarring. sweet, but not too sweet, betraying a sour center, and a pit that might just kill a guy: he chuckles, but it's soundless, more breath than anything. and though she doesn't take the bait, she takes something: a soft pressure of her finger against his lips and then back again. he bites down; these cherries have nothing to them, just a gooey center, devoid of the crack of the pit. the stems get plucked back, and rather than demolish them, or drop them to the floor--he reaches towards her, sticky fingers slipping one, and then the other, into the side of her hair.
they won't stay like that. they're not secure, not pinned in, not even tucked behind her ear like a pretty flower; it's more like the sort of thing a boy might do to a girl in the playground, dumping twigs and leaves on her in play, or maybe the outcome of rolling around in the grass with a lover.
his fingers, still a little damp, get wiped on his slacks. )
Mm. ( there's a sharp, almost playful shake of his head, as though she's said something incorrect; he takes a sip of his drink to stretch the silence. )
Nah, it's not like that. I'm a villain because the heroes think I am, not because I'm stealing riches for the poor, or robbing banks, or hoarding jewels or something.
( it's obvious to him that she has no idea where they're going--and he doesn't offer to lead, just winding beside her like the destination matters less than the trip itself. )
Guess my crime is wanting to see society fall apart, because it's fucked up to begin with. You seem like the kind of person that might understand that.
( truly they were so similar in many ways and soon reira would come to find that out and realize what a kind person hilda was in the end. she wanted nothing more than to repay the favor at some point, to comfort her just as she had comforted her—
after all, she was no stranger to cruelty. the other could have easily allowed her to wallow in her despair all on her own or worst, mock her for it. it was strange but when reira thought about it, when was the last time anyone had this level of kindness for her? back home she was viewed as a simple machine to sing and to provide for her band, to keep things afloat and her own desires were neglected. it was then that she sought toxic outlets.
for now though, she smiled at hilda and fully stood up. she was slightly taller than the other, even more with her heels on, but soon she was kicking them off and holding them in her hand. )
Alright then, let's go and get some good rest. You can tell me more about yourself there while we enjoy something nice to drink?
( and whether hilda wanted it or not, she was quick to lock arms with the other and guide her along to where they needed to be. )
I don't like lip gloss. ( he says, matter-of-fact, lips turned up into a grin, but that attitude is easily wiped away in the face of her boldness. ) It's...
( her arm moves in, wrapping around his middle, and despite the fact that he could easily put her off, given his height, his weight, he lets his heels skid forward, making little indents in the carpet as he's reeled closer like a fish on a hook. it's true, they've never gotten this far before: or at least, the two of them haven't, and he doesn't want to think about suguru, doesn't want to let that thought land. of course, it does anyway, because has shouko kissed him? have they messed around behind his back? kept secrets from him, like that?
his head throbs a little, like the spade at his temple is pulsing; his lips purse together, trying to fight off the feeling. )
...sticky. ( he finally finishes, a little absently. his gaze goes from the cigarette, to her mouth, then back to the cigarette again--and he huffs a breath, inhaling more of his ego to keep them steady.
one of his hands lifts, long fingers that take her by the chin, tipping her up towards him; his shoulders hunch, back bent forward to mitigate the height difference between them. there's a dart of curiosity, as he looks at her up close; it's almost like he's trying to decide if she's really letting him do this, but without waiting, he leans in, a soft lap of his tongue down over her lower lip, caught at the opposite corner.
normally he'd push it a little more: but he doesn't think she'd appreciate having his tongue in her mouth so soon, which is why he hunches back a moment, like a dog waiting to be scolded. )
( there's an expectant breath, tented around his lips, but gladiolus doesn't go for the obvious heat between his legs--he goes for his legs, period, a warm tongue that laps over one of his stockings, and he can't help the way his muscles flex on either side, thighs tightening and then forced loose again. a husky laugh escapes, like he hadn't quite realized that as much as he wants to be in control, here, as much as he's brought this situation into being: in the end, it's going to be gladiolus running the show. he gets to decide what to do, under that tented skirt; he gets to decide how far to go.
so he shifts, slightly, not escaping the hold of gladiolus' hands on his hips, but rather, angling his back so that he can brace one hand behind him, holding himself up; that palm rests, light and sure, on gladiolus' stomach behind him, forcing him to let out another slow breath, his stomach tightening with interest underneath the stiff fabric of the dress. )
Guess that means you're not interested in anything else.
( lightly, but his eyes go up to the ceiling--the light's a little bright, especially with his nerves singing in interest, his cock twitching almost expectantly, a little flick at the head. )
That's fine with me.
( but there's a small tremor in his voice, betrayed by another husky laugh--he forces his eyes closed, lounging back on his arm, the other hand sliding into his own lap to grip at some of his skirts for something to hold onto. he'll start whining in a second, if he isn't presented with at least gladiolus' hot breath on hard skin. )
"What do you mean what do you do with them? They're currency!" Buggy should maybe be a little more empathetic here, but! To be fair, this moss head nearly threw him overboard for a teeny, tiny joke. Yeesh.
But at least he gets the small pleasure of annoying Zoro like this -- and it's one he's gladly snatching up. At least until that. What.
Better than slap!
"Well, I do have a pretty nice ass... You should feel privileged, sword-boy."
[ Don't point out that she peeked, Ragna!! This is truly improper and she HATES EVERY SINGLE BIT OF IT. ]
Only because of you.
[ >:T So... there! She would not have peeked otherwise, but she was worried. Now he gets to hear her whine like the brat that she is for a second before she huffs through her nose and just lets it go. At least no one is around. ]
I did want to see what it's like there... Are you sure you don't want to go around and mingle with others anymore?
[ Yes, THAT? Nets her a rarer, more cheery smile despite their circumstances. He could keep teasing her. Get back to her for being a little brat to him and getting him worked up over some sweet whispering ASMR. But as they slowly float their way towards the exit of the bathroom, she asks if he's sure if he's done mingling or not. ]
Maybe if we chatted people up together... [ It's less separation anxiety and more the fact that he literally just found her at this party they're stuck at for a whole goddamn week(?) Honeymoon period is still on for a Wagna. ] We can hop right back to it whenever you wanna.
[ Making sure that Weiss was cinched and secured around his shoulders, he somehow manages to swim the two of them towards the roof of the bathroom. Not because he was worried about being seen, but because the last thing either of them needed was for the three partygoing NPCs to shove right through their invisible bodies. Sure enough, Weiss and Ragna are floating over the trio that start chatting it up about the mysterious vanishing act of Ragna the Bloodedge and Weiss Schnee. They'd just come in to relieve themselves and wash up too.
"I heard that Ragna the Bloodedge is supposed to be some kind of ghost/human hybrid that can disappear whenever he wants."
"Oh my god, bro. Are you HEARING yourself? How's a guy gonna be a ghost AND alive at the same time? He's obviously some kind of wizard." ]
The hell are they smoking? Ghost/human hybrid??
[ It's whispered just loud enough for Weiss' ears as he peers back at the exit. The same exit they were so close to. While the NPCs are distracted shooting the shit about Ragna and Weiss (and poor Dolores?), he attempts to push off the ceiling towards the exit. ]
Almost out......almost......almo!!
[ Suddenly, just out of the three NPCs' line of sight and at the open bathroom exit, gravity hits Ragna like a goddamn semi-truck. He's dropping like a rock. But rather than belt out loud a yelping curse, he tenses and attempts to brace himself, knowing full well that Weiss is on his back. At least this way he wasn't gonna do something stupid with less than a second to spare and hurt her...even if that meant Ragna... ]
Oof-!
[ ...eeended up hurting himself, unceremoniously crashing face down with a tiny Schnee in tow, safe and sound on his back. At least he didn't go smashing his nose into the axminster carpet, a strained groan escaping him before he pushes himself up on all fours. ]
Great freakin' timing... You okay, Weiss?
[ Asked like he wasn't the one who just took a rug faceplant now that the bubbly's worn off. ]
[ Sensing her closeness in the way her body begins to tense around him, Lighter folds her safely to the breadth of his chest to support her, heat coiling down the back of his neck where her pale fingers draw upwards into dark, damp locks. She carves through his thoughts, almost down to the bone; all the sensitivities he's got left lay themselves bare for her.
It's Mercedes' voice that gets him to shudder, the plaintive keens breathed against him making her release all the sweeter — unshy and, he hopes, unlonely where the impossibly warm arcs of their bodies meet. A desperation for closeness answered. He rides her out in slower, more meaningful movements, cock crowning up against the tender walls of her cunt as they flex and flutter around him. Softer, somehow, for the way the orgasm relaxes her belly and thighs once through. He still moves in low, easy pumps, hips canting to soak up every last clutch her body's willing to give. Though he remains hard, heartbeat hammering, his focus strays from the pull of his own body, stamina holding strong. ]
Good, [ Lighter encourages from where his pulse is still hitched high in his chest, voice feverish and dusky. He unwinds an arm from her to caress her cheek with his palm, cradling the weight of her head for a moment. ] that's really good.
the problem with that, is that it leaves a vacuum in its wake, and the kind of silence that will leave them both wondering, well, what now? and worse. maybe he'll be the one to ask.
the way that sunday freezes up is cute in a way that she expects for all of the wrong reasons, half of her wondering if he'd wipe the stain off on the back of his glove, smearing red across his mouth and face until he fussed towards the nearest washroom to fix his appearance. that he leaves it on makes her wonder if he might be able to act through whatever it is that this place might throw at them... and what that means. it also leaves her with the memory of what that blank, stranger's face looked like, and how her brother's might have looked like under that, half-formed and the thought still inescapable.
... but the room's cold by the time she's turning, the door clicking shut as she carefully doesn't think about what it means when she's alone, feeling a little like she's been jilted in her short dress and — noticing for the first time — her ripped stockings. the birdsong echoing in the room is suddenly too shrill, too fake.
it isn't so bad. time passes. she changes into another pair of tights and a longer skirt using what she finds inside of the wardrobe and leaves the room more presentable than when she entered.
[ there's no room for loneliness, not when he holds her against him so securely. she's surrounded by him—his warmth, his scent, his voice; each filling her senses until she allows herself to forget, just for a moment, where they are, and who she needs to be. something aches in her chest, almost bittersweet, as she wonders if she would have ever known what it's like to be held in this way if she didn't wake up here somehow.
she blinks away the wetness gathered on her lashes once her body steadies itself, easing off into sporadic flutters as he continues to move, carving out a space for himself. she almost apologizes, but his palm against her cheek arrests her briefly, her own hand coming up to curl fingers around his wrist as she leans into the warm cup of it. her expression softens, achingly tender, sliding her fingers up to frame against his. ]
It's not enough, is it? [ she bites her lower lip, tightening around him on his next thrust in. ] I want to feel you, too. Please?
silly (slutty) costume; a doll-like face. it's just the way that robin dawdles, maybe, or how she's looking anywhere else except directly at the places that actually count for anything, that probably gives her away.
even now. he isn't giving her a show, but it feels like it holds weight in their privacy as he shrugs off the suit jacket — glimpses of lean muscle pulling under his dress shirt; the same long fingers with tendons stretching taut around a whiskey glass, undoing the knot of his tie. it's as respectful as she can get when she's still admiring the view he makes, when she's politely regarding him with her eyes trained on his face the moment that he turns back around.
give her a moment. because maybe there's also an answering wry note of laughter in her voice as she considers her reply. )
To be completely honest... I haven't the experience to promise you much of one...
( softly. perhaps a little (a lot) shy. a favor? that sounds so awful in this context, as if he has to be saddled with the burden of being her first.
but, )
... but that thing. Vibrates — right? It technically... needn't go inside.
( they just need the snarling catharsis of it, really. from what she's found out from others, the house doesn't seem to care about the particulars beyond a certain point. maybe aki doesn't either. is that cold? she could be colder. but her fluting voice still offers, so angelic as to seem like it's a joke, )
[ He breathes in and it's almost a little sharp in the face of her plead for him to continue. ]
You? [ Braced on her body, he cranes his neck to kiss her before an apology can really coalesce, thumb stroking beneath the wet rim of her eyelashes. ] You're plenty.
[ More than he ever would have thought, waking up to the gentle caress of her voice across his nerves stinging with the anxieties of being unmoored from everything that'd given his life meaning. But there's no mantle in these sheets, no cross. Just the undone glow of her expression, the cadence of her heartbeat thudding directly into his. So radiant that he almost forgets too, shadowed lashes fluttering over a dim pulse of red in his eyes as she invites him again with a sensuous clutch that makes his head spin.
He catches her hand in his, fingers interlocking as he presses it down to the mattress. A flush sears on the heights of his cheekbones, dark and warm. ]
Tell me, alright? [ He thrusts and it's heavier before it's faster, a taste of what it takes to undo him. The slick sound of their coupling curls through the air as the base of his cock stretches her entrance, the continued stroke of it thick and impassioned. ] If it's too much.
[ her smile widens, lashes fluttering in the wake of his thumb; charmed, despite wanting to press her face into the crook of his neck, as if it would hide the permanent flush on her cheeks. his sincerity and honesty is almost too much to bear, especially here where she's made to accept it. when was the last time someone told her that she was enough? that she was plenty? she can't remember. years of devotion, of prayer, of accepting her fate with grace because there was nothing else she could do—none of it comes close to this: no crest, no nobility, no magic; just her as she is, held so closely as if she were something precious.
he can't know what it means. and yet she feels as if she's the one being saved.
there's a dull ache in her thighs and her lower back, but she ignores it in favor of keeping her hips up, focusing instead on the heat of his hand and the lace of their fingers. her previous orgasm makes the slide easier, smoothing down the force of his thrusts into something sweeter; her breath hitches at the stretch even as her body welcomes it, inner muscles giving way to his quicker pace. ]
It's just right, [ she sighs, feeling a familiar heat pool low in her belly. ] It's perfect.
[ instead of you're perfect, but she thinks he hears it anyway. ]
so true! can only think of one manga where everyone is quite tall though? 1,80+
[Turk missions can vary quite a lot from day to day, and one never knows what kind of skills might be required, so they are trained in all kinds of activities. Some of them entertain the individual more so than others and some Turks lean more into certain skills than others.
So the sway of ass and roll of hips that Reno performs looks way to fluent to be the first time he's done this, and even the sparkle in his eyes tells that it's far from his first rodeo. They are both enjoying this, that's for sure, and that has been the point for both of them all along.
Technically he already fulfilled what the dice demanded, but Reno keeps going, allowing Aventurine even to guide him a little with the hands on his hips, but eventually he grinds down one last time before getting up again, that cheeky grin looking far too entertained.]
Hope that made you feel good, pretty~ Your turn again.
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