【 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.
[Aeons... this handsome sunglasses'd ruffian, truly a knight in shining armor with the swag to match...
Did Sunday actually think that? It's his secret to keep. He casts one last, almost wistful gaze at the plate of desserts but determines to leave them behind, slipping toward the door.]
Thank you, Mr. Lighter. I sincerely appreciate it.
[ That's some interesting food architecture. There is no helping it when he raises a single delicate eyebrow as he regards Senku's work. Can he really eat all that? Well, there seems to be a bountiful supply of food that feels almost wasteful, but this resort runs on the ostentatious. There was never a lack of anything, well for those who had chips anyway. That's not something to worry about tonight.
When the question is asked, he casts his gaze back down to the plate held in his hands with the few things he selected before his eyes flicker back to Senku. ]
That's right. This should suffice. For me, anyway.
[ He cannot imagine eating any more than this. However, if Senku wants him to have a taste of something else. Well, he would end up feeling full faster. ] But the offer is appreciated. I'll consider it.
As for what I meant, it's not just about this social gathering. I meant why are we at this resort at all? And don't tell me it is just about becoming physically acquainted with others. I still believe it would have been best to gather people who already partake in such practices.
[ There is a sigh as he once again casts his gaze downward to his plate.
This really, really, really is someone else's idea of fun.
Looking up once more, he has an immediate answer. ]
Obviously, not now; we just arrived. They're probably still dragging people in there. At a typical party, once everyone is distracted by conversation and you've already made a few rounds, then that's a good time to escape. Although it is always better to be prepared with... None of this is normal; there is no window to jump out of...
Mm. I suspect that no matter the outcome, I won't consider myself to have lost.
[So he says, neatly timed, as the attendant he'd spoken with shortly before returns with a sleek black box, opaque and discreet, and offers it to Rufus with a slight incline of his head. The accessories necessary for their little endeavor, evidently; as the attendant leaves, Rufus passes the box over to Aventurine.]
I can't guarantee it's your color. But somehow I doubt that'll matter in the long run.
[There were certainly people that were more fun to play with- either due to their nature or a personal connection he felt. Ultimately, though, the house rewarded the sex and not the intimacy. There's still no amount of sex or favors that can save Aak from the eventual debt of his impulsive gambling.]
Yea! [still, even if it only helps a drop in the bucket, Aak does seem happy for Keita's suggestion]
What goes good with that... [while he rummages, he'll get back to the first question,]
I can't make nearly as strong of stuff as when I had my whole lab... I've got a medicine that gets rid of all your sleepiness but, well,
[there is a brief look up as Aak considers his honesty,]
It doesn't fix stamina. And the stamina one makes you sleepy after. And nothin' good happened the last time I made someone try both at once.
[If Keita can grasp an image of a future where it happens again- there's certainly a non-sexy amount of blood involved with both medicines at once.]
[ Lighter feels it too, that same warmth returning to her body, its tension supple and wet. His need to plunge into it heightens his pace, taut length driving into her cunt in loud, sweet sucks of noise. It's beautiful, pressed between him and her, between bellies, the steeples of her knees and the crux of her ankles at the divot of his spine. As if this act is making something of him that wouldn't even be possible if not for her. Something purposeful, when he was convinced coming here would divest him of that too. ]
Mm, it is. [ His breath plumes shallow as he leans aside to dapple her cheek and jaw with kisses, shimmering and hot. His nose slides over her face, mouth steadying near her ear in a flickered breath. ] Perfect.
[ It feels strange to him, chasing his own pleasure in someone else's body. But the worry of it is hazy, indistinct against the light of her. He's not capable of worship, but hell if this isn't the closest he's ever gotten since the underground, through the dirt and blood, a trial by fire — he breathes her name against her skin. Once, twice, ardent. Pleasure claws up his spine, closing in around him as his cock buries up against that sweet spot of hers. He aims for it as soon as he's felt it again, thrusting as far as her body will let him.
With a shuddering moan, he finally comes, cock spasming deep inside of her. He rocks his hips through his orgasm, rhythm undone; the hot flush of his release drenches her insides, wetnesses pooling. Holding himself there, he pants quietly, the white hot static of arousal loud in his own ears.
At his side, his fingers tighten over hers, giving her hand a squeeze. ]
[ she pushes him gently down onto his back, and dan heng feels his face blaze hot, his eyes a little wider as he looks up into her pretty face. though soon enough she's peppering kisses along his jaw, her lips soft and sweet, and dan heng's breath rushes in a soft sigh, his eyes fluttering closed.
that feels nice. it feels good, warm, soft.
humming in his throat, dan heng smooths his hands down her arms, feeling her skin beneath his spear-callused palms, so soft and pliant. ]
[ it's nice, feeling wriothesley's muscles beneath his shirt. his skin is very warm when compared with dan heng's, and his body is fit - it would be an absolute lie for dan heng to say he doesn't like some generous tits on the men he's interested in.
but he freezes, pausing once wriothesley finishes his roll. his cheeks and long ears blaze hot. ]
I - are you sure? I'm not.. [ he drops his hands to his lap. ] .. that is, my anatomy is.. perhaps not what you're accustomed to.
[Out of all the things he expected, having his suit used as a towel was not one of them.]
How am I supposed to do that, hm?
[Finally unclasping his hand from Gojo's, he gives his arm a small shake, just enough for the handcuffs to transfer the motion. They're still connected. He won't be getting his arm through any sleeves like that. The cuffs wouldn't inhibit taking his pants off, of course, but it seems abrupt to just unzip. Despite his hurry moments earlier, he's not racing to whip his dick out.]
Didn't these come with any keys? [He leans in, faux-menacing, to speak near Gojo's ear.] Maybe I should search you.
[With his free hand, he starts feeling for anything in Gojo's pockets—outer jacket pockets first, then checking for inner ones, then trouser pockets from back to front if he still hasn't come up successful. His touch is brisk, but not disinterested, a little extra pressure here and a graze of knuckles there giving him away.]
[ she can't seem to stop trembling against him, each thrust knocking lose a gasp, a breathy moan, her fingers clutching his. she's still sensitive—smaller pulses of pleasure and sensation ripple down her spine in waves as stars burst across her vision, momentarily soothed by the kisses along her jaw. although he chases his pleasure, it's new enough that everything still feels good and intense, and she maintains the tight clutch of her body around him even when it borders on too much. she has no doubt that he would stop immediately if she said something but she's stubborn about it, unwilling to stop him when they've gotten this far; when he'd taken care of her even though he didn't have to.
maybe a part of her thinks he needs it, too—to allow himself to take when it's offered, regardless of whether or not he feels he deserves it; to let him have this one good thing without consequence. trust and affection, freely given.
he slides deeper, each push a new delight as her body molds around him, eager to conform to his shape, to grip him tight inside her. she comes again when he does, his name falling from her lips like the sweetest hymn, the gentle chime of a bell. her countenance splits open once more like crackling glass, raw and unguarded, a soft oh murmured in the scant space between them as he fills her up, warming her from the inside. the feeling of it makes it feel more real, somehow, knowing that there's no undoing it. yet despite the initial awareness, fondness swells in its wake, softening her expression as she watches him catch his breath.
carefully, she reaches up to brush his damp hair away from his face, leaning up to press her lips to his in a soft kiss. ]
[The small smile widens slightly, and Xiao Xingchen does look more at ease. There's no use in wringing his hands about how things will be, or what may happen in the future. Only since coming to this place had he started to overthink about everything again. Unable to busy himself with work, his thoughts and feelings started to wander—]
It's truly difficult to figure out what to feel about this place. But if you'd like, I could answer any other questions you have. There's still much I don't know, or can't attest to, but if there's any other help you need...
[Even if Wei Wuxian's reputation might have colored his first impression, he commits himself to giving the man a chance as he had said. Maybe he can hear about the man's side of the story, but he doubts he should pry too hard about that for now, as he wouldn't want the same for himself.
They exist in a space outside their time, the past feeling more and more distant as the days pass.]
[ Well, of course Wei Wuxian knows the requirements. It's his ritual, after all. So, when he talks about it, it's a little breezily, like none of this matters in the first place and they're talking about the weather. ]
Eh, it's nothing too complicated. It's called "Sacrifice" since the person who performs it has to sacrifice themselves to the spirit they call. They give up their body and their life and in exchange, the spirit has to adhere to their last wishes or they'll be destroyed, never to reincarnate. It's kind of a last ditch thing, no one's that desperate to use it. Usually.
[ Unless you're Mo Xuanyu.
Then there's a pause and he remembers who he's talking to, immediately narrowing his eyes at Xue Yang. ]
For the record, you can't force someone to do it for you either. It's a contract between a spirit and the sacrifice. A third party getting involved would mess it all up.
[ Well, if Xiao Xingchen is offering, then there's no harm in taking him up on that offer. The most pressing question he has is one he's asked a few folks now, to a variety of different answers. Now, he wants to know Xiao Xingchen's answer. ]
The card suit you have. What is it? And how does it effect you?
[ He's not sure he's looking forward to it when he gets his own so he wants to have as much information about it as possible. ]
( for just a moment, it's like the words aren't computing--like he isn't parsing them, isn't putting together the melodic sound with the curve of her lips, or that look in her eyes. his fingers still, the tie loosened, but not undone; his mouth parts, pushes shut, and then it hits him, and embarrassment rockets through all the same. he doesn't know if it's worth it to even tell her that he's got very little idea of what the hell to do, here, outside of the distant knowledge that comes from listening to people like denji and himeno, rich with thick, perverted jokes that don't really fit, either--maybe it would be a comfort to her, or maybe it would just scare her off. it isn't that he's against it, either: this is his problem, and she's only been kind enough to go along to fix it.
but his fingers work the knot of the tie loose, shrugging it out from his collar with a practiced hand, letting the unraveled material shrivel to the floor at his feet; he's torn between continuing his monotonous, practiced stripping, or crossing the space between them, and his weight pivots there for a moment, lips pursed. )
You can. ( it's easy enough to answer that question, but his gaze rolls across the mattress again, looking at the stupid thing--and then he's abandoning it, moving to cross the room so that he can stand in front of her, instead of at a distance.
he might regret this: or his ego might regret this, but it just doesn't sit right with him, something that feels colder than he wants either of them to be. )
But I want to do something, to you. ( it sounds wrong; his eyes close for an extended moment, annoyed with himself, before opening again. ) For you.
( it's not transactional, when his hands reach for her hips; they steady there like he's not sure he should have put them there at all, but his grip is light, fingers that spread out and hold her like she's something precious, not like she's something delicate. )
Does that bother you?
i am so sorry for the wait..... it's been a long week 😔
[it's okay, sizhui would prefer that wei wuxian not notice because he doesn't want to make him feel bad in return. at least wei wuxian's next comment has him relaxing again a bit, his head nodding in agreement.
as for the watch... sizhui's still learning new things about it every day, but one of the first things he figured out was how to message another person directly. so, with determination in his expression, he draws his arm around and holds out the watch, poking at it for a couple of seconds before an empty message opens up for him to type into.]
You can do it that way but there is also a way to address everyone on the network, which is . . . a bit difficult to explain? Though it's where people go to talk to each other, whether they're asking for advice or something else.
Here, [and he motions toward his watch first then he starts typing:]Hello, Xian-gege! This is me typing something random for a demonstration. :)
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