【 Thank you for choosing the Golden Peacock, 5-star resort and casino. You are currently registered as a WILDCARD in our system.
Due to a high volume of check-ins, temporary accommodations have been made in our parking garage for all new arrivals. We aim to have all guests moved into their reserved rooms as soon as possible. We deeply apologize for any inconvenience!
All are invited to There Is No Tomorrow, a Phoenix Casino soiree to celebrate our beloved guests. The festivities will begin at 1800 hours on January 20th and end at 1800 hours on January 27th. Please look forward to 168 hours of delight.
In an effort to raise happiness and encourage better guest relationships, attendance is required. The house will assist guests that are too shy to appear of their own accord. Please note that black tie attire is mandatory. As always, we hope you enjoy your stay! 】
PARKING GARAGE
ANY CAR IN A STORM
PHOENIX CASINO HALL
WELCOME TO THE NEXT 168 HOURS
Phoenix Casino is a-flutter with activity and packed to the beak with guests. As a famously ever-changing space, the staff would be remiss if they didn't deck the crown jewel of the Golden Peacock out. The casino glitters from top to bottom, shining brighter than diamonds, rubies, sapphires, opals! Party-goers are shiny and glamorous with picture perfect makeup, fluttering gowns, and sharp suits. Card tables are packed and the slot machines are a-ringing as guests play, play, play! Prizes, luxury, booze, attractive people, it's the place that everyone wants to be at.
Those people being dragged inside by some invisible force...? Silly, they were so excited to come that their bodies moved before they realized what was happening. Those are struggles of joy and definitely not the casino's infamous ghost hands dragging unwilling guests to the party at the behest of the house. Look, they're literally hurling their bodies at the card tables with unrestrained glee!
All clocks indicating day hours and night hours have been removed from the casino. Once a guest has entered, their Watch will jam, making it impossible to keep track of the time. You don't need to worry about that tonight.
▶ All characters on the TDM are WILDCARDS, which means they have not yet been assigned a card value. Suits will not manifest until characters are accepted into the game.
▶ All TDMs are game canon. This TDM acts as the game's January event.
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▶ The top level directory is for new characters only. We want to make sure new characters are prioritized and receive attention! If you would be interested in a game invitation, you can note that in your comment header. This month we also have an ongoing ATP / EMP where players can connect. Please feel free to utilize this for all of your peafowl needs!
▶ If you aren't satisfied with these prompts, please feel free to check out our LOCATIONS to explore more of the resort!
▶ Smut threads that take place on this TDM can be used for rewards. If both parties in the smut thread join the game, you may retroactively apply the character's initial card values to your 52 bank. If one character does not join the game the thread will not be applicable toward rewards (as that character would not have a card value). The character that does join would still receive a small payout for the encounter. Hopefully it was a fun thread regardless!
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[ Of course his words bring a predictable blush to her cheeks. Yes, it wouldn't be the first time he'd done that but perhaps it would be the worst time the pair of them had such defined roles with one another, a planned dynamic that demanded nothing less than the Grim Reaper wrecking her-
She doesn't rise to the bait, not quite yet. The redhead keeps her tone infuriatingly neutral as she responds, ]
I think that would be the wisest course of action...
[ Because if she has to play this game, has to be submissive, there is no one else in this lobby that she would rather play that role for. And after all... ]
...You're the one who gets to tell me what to do now, are you not?
[ Her Dominant partner for the evening. God knows she had already seen others who had been gifted the dominant card going as far as showing zero hesitation in slapping a leash on their chosen partners... Apparently there are varying degrees to this. They would find out how far they both felt like going with it soon enough she thinks. ]
[The hair does make Senku stand out in a crowd. The outfit they put him in possibly, too, depending on how many people he's standing by who chose their own formalwear.
He finally stops piling up his plate when the seafood is bracketed by chicken skewer support beams, a few vegetables fill the gaps, and the whole structure is topped by garlic knots. Huh, the rolls aren't even shaped like anything dirty. Not a single nipple or ballsack. This really is a classy affair.
With his structure complete, Senku checks out Xingqiu's progress. He doesn't seem to be engaging in food architecture and has only gathered a reasonable amount on his plate.]
Is that all you're getting? You can have some of mine if you want to try anything.
The point is to have fun. Too bad it's someone else's idea of fun.
[He can enjoy some of the games. They're interesting enough. But given a choice between playing something like Dirty Dice and being able to go about his life not at the party, he'll take the latter, thanks.]
How long do you want to give it before we try to leave?
Oh, don't worry. I'm certain I can find a way for you to repay the debt.
[With a few more healthy bites, Rin finishes off her breakfast. It gets washed down with her drink, which she finishes as well. With a settled stomach and some more liquid in her, the headache is beginning to subside. Only bit by bit, though.]
Besides, it's likely we'll have to rely on each other more than once.
[ The tug of his teeth at his ear makes Keita shiver instinctually, his fingers pressing more firmly against the flesh of Midnight's lower back. The body against his is warm, stirring, and calls up an answering warmth in Keita that begins in the space just below his lungs and spreads its way downward, sweet as hot honey. ]
Then there I'll be, [ he murmurs back, brushing a thumb over the forming goosebumps on Midnight's skin. Once again, Keita finds himself almost overwhelmed with how thoroughly he loves this man. ] I've spent so long making myself small—you make me want to fill all that room in your heart.
[ Tilting his head back, Keita offers Midnight a warm, adoring smile—though not without desire, evidenced by the dark cast of his eyes—and then leans up to press their mouths together in a searching kiss.
Behind them, the elevator dings to signal their arrival at the sevens floor, but Keita ignores it for a moment, until he's had his fill of the taste of Midnight's mouth. ]
Let's start with the bath, [ Keita says when they pull apart. He relinquishes his grip on Midnight's waist in favor of a grip on his hand instead, lacing their fingers together once more so he can pull Midnight out of the elevator and down the hallway toward his room. ] And then, unless you lodge an objection now, I think I'd like to fuck you until you can't see straight.
[ It's becoming something of a ritual for them, Keita thinks—Seimei saying something silly and self-deprecating, and Keita smiling and reminding him that he finds Seimei absolutely wonderful regardless. There's a familiarity to the back-and-forth that sets him at ease, even if he does wish that Seimei would come to believe him one of these days. ]
I can't imagine ever being afraid of you, [ he says in return, pinching the tip of Seimei's ear before letting his hand drop again. ] And being eaten by you would hardly be objectionable.
[ It speaks to Keita's affection for Seimei, too, that he doesn't even look too abashed about saying something so openly erotic. Or at least he intended it to be so, although as ever, Keita's sense of the erotic is several decades behind most and he wouldn't be surprised if it didn't quite land.
His thoughts are distracted from their conversation entirely when he feels the sensation of magical phantom hands caressing the sensitive skin below his waistcoat. The touch is a familiar one, very nearly just like Seimei's, and isn't alarming, but it does make it difficult for Keita to focus on their game. ]
Is there a crown among the possible prizes?
[ A wry question, before Keita pats Seimei's butt and moves forward to pull the roulette wheel for himself. It spins, clatters... and lands on a 2, for which Keita is offered the rousing prize of a bottle of chocolate syrup. He looks at it for a moment, then back up at Seimei with a furrow of disbelief between his brows. ]
[There is no air in Charlie's lungs, so the sound that comes out of his throat - caught between a laugh and surprise - is a pathetic, strangled wheeze. His reaction inspires another laugh, this one only nominally less wretched than the first.
His body stretches in disarray, shoulders pressing back into the much-desired pressure and head shaking to regain composure.
He'd just meant to chuckle lightly at the guy's attachment to his bed!] -damn it! [At least he can still talk. Charlie can always talk.]
Eh, thrones are overrated. [Thrones are a good way to get yourself killed. They're not debating the merit of becoming a king, there's no room in their comfortable little fantasy for concern. Everything here is a plush bed and a lively orphanage. Fairy tales.] I'd prefer to be a private investigator, too. What about you?
Romance or bein' a nosy little shi- [Wait] prince? [The bit must go on.]
[ Ah, Aak. Truly a man of simple ambitions. The straightforwardness of his response gets a laugh from Keita as he reaches out to tap the crop against the dangling ball of a gag from Aak's arms. ]
Can you? And how exactly do you do that?
[ In this particular instance, Aak's reputation hasn't preceded him—or at the very least, everything Keita knows about Aak and his ventures into pharmaceuticals comes from potential future knowledge, and in order to keep knowing, Keita has to ask the right questions.
He shakes his head slightly, lifting his shoulders in a shrug. ]
No one in mind in particular, no. Would you like to trade toys, or trade, er... [ How to put this delicately. ] Favors, as it were?
Hehe, it is quite alright. It was an enjoyable game, wasn't it?
[ said as if ishmael isn't literally on her knees on the floor. rip. ]
For me, this was just a means of acquiring a little extra spending money. A new arrival is certainly in greater need of chips.
[ IS MONA JUST RUBBING IT IN.......
no, she actually does drop the nefarious giggling. mona's expression softens, and then she slips out of her seat to rest her hand on ishmael's shoulder. ]
[He listens very closely when she mentions suspicious people and events, trying to mentally retain the important information in case it comes in handy in the future.]
I see. If I see him around, maybe I'll try to get him alone to answer some questions, you know?
[Rude opens and closes his fist. Without his gloves his knuckles are a pinkish color from...regular use.] I'll make sure to be careful, though. I've seen the staff become very pushy when people don't follow their rules.
[ He's enjoying it? She feels inclined to say that she'd like to revisit that statement in a few weeks time to see if he still fills that way but honestly, the read she's currently getting on him thus far is that he seems rather unflappable in that way...
Not a good prospect for an opponent she wants to beat but hey, this won't be the most potentially embarrassing thing she's been put through in the year plus that she's been here. ]
Mitsuru Kirijo. [ By way of introduction and she might regret being courteous in short order but... ]
As you're the new one here then, why don't you roll first?
I think you should be better safe than sorry, [ eiden murmurs this gently, a little suggestion, a mote of vulnerability he offers over: i'd like that. ] My hands tend to wander on their own... can't help it.
[ the playfulness spreading over kaveh's lips feels like a sign that he's starting to relax, and if anything, eiden just wants him to have fun more than anything else. eyes colored like a splash of milk in dark tea meet kaveh's with an underlying, deep trust. with a little wink added to the end of it, he gently draws in kaveh closer with an ankle hooked behind his leg. cheeky. oops. ]
Half-truths. Nothing he can't understand when toeing that line of honesty, how much one might be willing to surrender to an individual of unknown confidence — but what is the reason to conceal something so minor, so negligible? Perhaps because of its personal nature. It suggests a look into Aventurine's life, those little intimacies that populate a routine committed every day. In that light, it's no wonder Aventurine would not tell him.
He's silent at first. Truthfully, his head is starting to ache, although that has occurred in this place more often lately and may not be directly attributed to this moment.]
It's still my turn, isn't it?
[A game to its fullest potential. Will they be expected to continue on until he's as masterful at taking risks as the man across the table from him? He has no particular inclination for that. Rather, he's learned something new since last he saw this man — how to break rules.
Sunday reaches out, selecting a card with gloved fingertips. It's a precarious spot near the foundation of the house. And before he's even pulled it loose of the structure, there's a trembling, a flutter — the cards are spilling to the table like weightless feathers. His Watch rings, notifying him of a large transfer of chips: all of Aventurine's and then some more, from his own meager supply. He doesn't look.]
A 2, [ he answers, without any hesitation or shame. there are few comforts afforded to those who dwell in the basement, and fewer still for the lowest ranked among them, but marco never had any major problem with his assignment. he finds it a far better option than if he were placed somewhere higher, with a wealth and renown he would not have known at all what to do with. his brief time as a king made that more than clear.
when he turns and notices the way the other's eyes linger along his features, he chuffs out a light laugh. ]
I don't think there's anything that can be done about it, [ he says, addressing the obvious elephant in the room. he's had many, many years to come to terms with that garish scar, so he only looks amused. ] Unless you have some kind of disguising ability?
[ he has to imagine not, if the young man had already gone to such lengths with the costume and mascara... ]
[this goddamn bastard- fuck, it's hard to keep his breathing measured when his lungs plunge both hands up behind his ribs and heave. pain and heat scour through his hips, combined with a really weird feeling pervading through everything. and aki's up there smirking down at him with damn amusement dripping out the corner of his voice. makes him want to kick a leg up and plant his heel in his stupid face. eyes drag down his tensing chest and flexing abs, blooming a hotter flush of pink down his neck from embarrassment and arousal. this bastard's looking at him, drinking in the sight with a gaze both studious and lewd.
the only escape he's got is his leg pressed up between aki's own, noticing through the haze of his own sensations how the hunter tightens up. duh, what kind of guy likes the threat of getting kneed in the nuts? yet he's so damn warm, the way his thighs harden on either side of his knee, his balls drawing up slightly towards his perineum sliding the soft pouch along the top of his lower thigh. he deliberately eases his leg down, not enough to take away the pressure, but relinquishes enough to avoid threatening and trade for a slow nuzzle. all to earn himself the "reward" of that damn pink thing getting pushed further inside.]
Ah- Shit! [stretching him open more, pressing his rim inward as it sticks and clings to the slick silicone nudging its way into his depths. wider, a few bumps of texture squelching a bit, rippling the puckered circle now stretched nigh smooth around its clashing color. he drops his head hard on the pillow, grinding it backwards into the material, teeth gritting hard enough to bare between his curled lips. god, it feels so strange. there's pain, there's fullness, there's a freezing sensation of being stabbed, until aki slowly eases it out and fucking hell the relief's intense. his leg sinks an full inch below the hunter's balls, heel skidding on the sheets between the other man's calves.]
Shut up- [clipped, tight, and more breathless than he fucking wants. all because aki's pushing the damn thing back in. little more than nudging the head in and out of him, making his rim burn and stretch as he adjusts to the sensations. this would be a lot more humiliating if the guy had still been in his damn clothes. half of him can't believe he's got a damn boner over the strange feelings, but he's not an idiot. he knows how this works... and it's not horrible. ever so slowly starting to feel less painful. stretching him, massaging, the withdraws sing a low glow of pleasure compared to the tighter strain of penetration.] You want me to kick your teeth in?
[hard to sound as threatening like this, cheeks flooded rouge, red eyes half-lidded under his bangs, fingers curling and twisting in the sheets on either side of his head as he works his leg up and down at the knee simply to keep some motion and alleviate the sensations. precum drips onto his stomach, leaking between his abs and making a pool in his navel, only for an occasional droplet to ooze out the side and down his oblique with enough hard breaths. a quick tug wrenches his hand from the sheet, and he reaches up across the space, fingertips finding aki's dick and deliberately running them over his hardened length. making sure the guy knows he's well aware of that damn interest.] I already told you... I can handle... anything you throw at me.
[ Conspicuous as he might look, Lighter's return glance is shortlived, gleaning all he needs from the likewise simplicity of the other man's expression. His gaze turns to the sugary shine of his drink instead, made luminescent by the gaudy lights of the bar. His boss might not need him in the most basic sense of the word, but he can't help but think — what'll happen to her without him, the shadow that stalks the less savory threats always hot on her heels?
He sighs. ]
Four months is a long time. [ An observation that weighs slightly heavy in his throat, its implication sitting ill at ease with him. ] I'm guessing we're a lot more under lock and key than all the celebrating might suggest.
[ He shakes his wrist with the watch cuffed to it, the timer still festively present. ]
This one of the ways they guarantee your cooperation?
[ Otherwise, the spread of desserts is more than Lighter would have thought to ask for himself and it shows on the lay of his expression, even momentarily. Sugar is a good buffer between him and his vices, but he rarely gets to indulge in anything so exquisitely crafted. A few misshapen, chipped candies are usually enough.
But he's not going to look a gift horse in the mouth, so he plucks one of the donuts up and pops it into his mouth wholesale. It is, as he expects, near perfect. Chewing thoughtfully, he keeps a watchful eye on Sunday as he stands — thankfully without incident. ]
Looks like you're free to go, if you want to part ways here. Thanks for the compensation. [ He tips another donut in his fingers as if he's toasting it. ] And —
[ It actually comes more easily than his looks might suggest, his parting offer: ]
That simple reality clatters around in his ears as if this man had dropped it on him, leaving him staring at the teacup in consideration of it as it starts to silence. His thoughts race, but he's not so easily overtaken, even if he feels his eyes start to ache.
He blinks it away, upping the ante by taking four sugar cubes. ]
I assume that means you've had plenty to keep busy with despite not having any hobbies. I've heard a little about how this place ropes you into its game.
[ What intel he could glean does feel as though it was from beneath a hazy layer of revelry, truths distorted by the days-long party. ]
[ It's an expression he's seen any number of times, living in the ramshackle camaraderie of the desert where nothing sweet was ever guaranteed — pure bliss in the wake of an otherwise unattainable luxury. There's a comfort in it, like holding the shape of something he knows up to the light to trace its silhouette.
Popping another chocolate in his mouth, he then sets the box aside and leans over to try and also get a look at her watch's face. ]
Oh? Finally assigned after all that, huh? [ What a primer it was. ] Let see it. I haven't been on many of the floors yet, but if this really is some fancy resort, I can't imagine it'll be hard to find.
[ Granted, their surroundings, for all the ways reality has seeped in after the last few hours, do seem amorphous and difficult to grasp in a meaningful way. ]
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