【 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.
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[He accepts the remote easily, but makes no move to try to sneak a peek into the box — quite the contrary, he seems to be deliberately avoiding looking at it, keeping his eyes on Aventurine's face.]
It's more fun if there are some things I don't know. Yet, at least.
[He smiles faintly, rolling the slim plastic controller down the backs of his fingers before catching it again in his palm — a deft, practiced movement, albeit not one really suited to something of the size he's doing it on.]
You do it. I'd like to find out what you're experiencing...secondhand. From context.
[of all the devices that sizhui has used throughout the years, the watch has to be the easiest to learn; smartphones were interesting but the dtfs back in amani could sometimes be handfuls, given they were sort of like living creatures— which he'll explain here in just a moment out loud too, given wei wuxian's question.]
Me too! It's very handy, especially when you want to contact someone without having to go searching for them.
[he nods with affirmation.] There was a network in every world I visited, all used for the same thing: connecting with people and gathering information. It was also very simple in, like, if you were bored? There was always something to entertain you.
However, the devices have all varied. Back on Amani, I had something called a DTF, which was a sort of living technical thing that took the form of an animal.
[ Aware of the picture she presents, Nami's movements grow languid and almost lazy after Ragna shuts the curtains, and she gets his pants pooled around the tops of his shoes. She doesn't need to steady herself with a hand placed maddeningly high on his inner thigh as she leans in, nor does she need to keep watching his face once she's close enough to part her lips before letting the hot press of her tongue drag over his skin for a pointedly not-that-brief moment, but she does. Blame it on the closed curtain making her bold, or how much fun she has riling him up before the two of them blow off all that pent-up energy that always seems to charge the air between them once they're left alone long enough.
Whatever is at fault here, is going to have to wait. Nami hasn't forgotten they've got a game to play. And where there's the potential to pad her modest fortune of chips, she's willing to exact a little self-control.
Her eyes narrow as she tilts her head towards the dice on the table, her hand lingering on his thigh right up until the last second before she speaks. ]
Your turn. [ The corners of her lips curve into a slight, but markedly warm smirk as her gaze flits pointedly down to his pants. ]
You should probably get those the rest of the way off first, though.
[ Just in case it makes it easier for a future dice roll, of course. ]
[Xiao Xingchen's hand brushes at his forehead, lips drawn in a tight line as light pink dusts across his cheeks. He clears his throat in a slight, careful way. Despite what he's gotten into so far, talking about it is still embarrassing!]
Y-Yes. I believe I've heard of a sort of cultivation like this. It's possible that this building becomes even stronger when such energy is produced. We're offered rewards in turn, at the very least.
[To think that he'd be talking about this to someone so infamous across the land the day that they met. He knows, however, that he should be as thorough and helpful as he can be. But as much as the hotel may be accessible to him, it's all soo easy for it to hide its secrets.]
It is stronger than anything I've known. As much as I've tried to investigate further, I've found no answers about how to leave. At least of own own accord.
[That thought is a bit more sobering as it crosses his mind.]
[ It's clearly fascinating Xue Yang and his eyes study the scars as the seconds tick by. He's never seen anything like this in practice.
Finally he gives an exhale as if he'd been holding his breath as his focus shifts and returns to Wei Wuxian's face. He doesn't let go. ]
Were your souls ever in the body at the same time? How long did the exchange take?
[ Is time a meaningless thing when one is a disembodied consciousness about to get dragged into someone else's body? Maybe. Is Xue Yang asking anyway? Yes. ]
[ Wei Wuxian notices Xiao Xingchen's discomfort with the topic but what is he supposed to do? Shy away from it? It's the purpose of this place, and there's no use in trying to pretend there's anything else going on instead. Sex is how the Golden Peacock thrives, and so they have to accept that.
Still, Xiao Xingchen's words are helpful and he considers them carefully as he thinks about what he's learned so far about this place compared to what Xiao Xingchen has said. Huh. ]
You just said how to leave though. If this place provides rewards for giving them the energy that it wants, then theoretically one of the rewards can be to leave. My guess is that's done by playing the Game 52, since that's the most advertised and hardest to achieve.
I'll have to dig into it further to confirm my suspicions but that would be the most logical explanation of why they want you to play that game specifically, right?
[ Wei Wuxian's mouth pulls into a thin line as it becomes clear Xue Yang is not letting go of his arm. That's... well, he's not sure he likes that. He sure hopes Xue Yang doesn't decide to try and take his arm, no, that would suck.
So, he answers his questions as much as he can as his arm is still being held hostage, after all. ]
Not sure how long the exchange took but that's when our souls were in the same body. It seemed short? I just heard my name being called over and over and suddenly knew what I was being asked to do and then... it was over? Then he was gone and the body was mine. It left me a little groggy though.
[ His tone is flat as he explains, fairly unimpressed. This would interest him more if his audience was anyone else but for now, he just gives what he can give and feels safe to give while still trying to figure out how to get out of this conversation altogether. ]
[ That, of course, gives him pause. It took the form of an animal but it could... send messages and do all the same things that the watch can do? But that seems so ... excessive. That poor animal!
So, there's a furrow to his brow and clear confusion on his face as he asks his next question. ]
[ fated to meet? that's terribly cheesy, dan heng thinks, yet it makes his ears warm nonetheless. he clears his throat. ]
Whichever makes you more comfortable.
[ seimei's expression is so open, so adoring. dan heng isn't used to this sort of attention, and when he does get it, he tends to shrug it off easily enough - but here, in this place, everything takes on a different connotation.
nevertheless, once he leans forward, dan heng does the same, lifting his right hand to gently cradle seimei's jaw, his hand cool even through the leather glove he wears. carefully, he drags his thumb along his partner's plush lower lip, feeling the warmth of it even through his glove. ]
[ Seimei expects a complaint or a protest against his words. They are, after all, definitely the kind of ridiculous statement that sounds more like a rehearsed line than an affirmation these days. No one believes in fate and magic the way the used to. But he doesn't get told to stop talking or to try to seduce him with better flirting. Instead, Dan Heng leans in and rests his hand against Seimei's face, exploring him with a warm affection that makes Seimei wants to push him further. He tilts into the touch, parting his lips to gently bite the pad of Dan Heng's thumb, following the nip with a kiss as he continues to meet the other's gaze. ]
You can have more. I don't mind letting you go a little deeper.
[ He leans in even more, reaching up to hold Dan Heng's wrist so he can kiss his palm. ]
[ she was so close to coming, probably, and ishmael thought that maybe if she'd finally gotten the release she deserves from putting up with this stupid game, it wouldn't have mattered if she won or lost. except no, she desperately wanted to win, but getting off on someone's leg would've been a nice bonus to cap off this ground.
but she didn't expect him to break their little rule, hence her gasp when he yanks her in and buries his face between her breasts. that was enough to make her stop from dryhumping his leg, but this is still too embarrassing--!! ]
W-Wait, I told you not to touch--?!
[ her fingers dig onto his shoulders now as her chest heaves from the sudden skin contact yet again. she glares down at him, her face positively redder than ever, before her hand reaches for the back of his head and tugs his hair back to make her look at him. ]
Whatever. I win. It doesn't matter now.
[ she didn't get to finish up properly, but the sooner she gets her money's worth, the better. ]
[ A lack of embarrassment can be strangely infectious. Given how hard it is to pull a fluster out of Broca, he rare acts like any situation, no matter how risqué, is an embarrassing one to be in. It may be entirely unintentional on his part, but if his own blunt acceptance of the situation can help others, then all the better. ]
Mm. I didn't mind at all.
[ He'll pick up the dice, give a good roll and--
Bite ass
Get a real dud of a roll it seems. It's not that he minds, or even that he hasn't done something like that in the heat of the moment during more intimate times with people, but it's a little weird as an act in isolation. ]
[Aak can only see the outcomes of things as much as he can assume. He thought of himself as good at reading people but really he was just as prone to fantasy, stereotypes, or flat-out misinterpreting things. He's grinning as Keita helps him untangle the leash, his gambled goods settling into a new position.]
[he blinks quickly at the next line,]
I don't get to see it? [he looks very slightly up, with an innocent look that belies a slew of perverted thoughts]
[Aak's instinct is to be the aggressor, but the multitude of possible futures show him to be a bit more amenable. There's also a several minute detour of trying to get him to use the riding crop properly.]
[ Keita blinks back, then smiles and dangles the freed leash between them. Goodness, such an imagination behind such an innocent face—not that Keita's entirely surprised, given what he's gleaned about Aak. ]
Well, if you'd like to see it I certainly won't decline.
[ Mostly he means the collar, but truthfully Keita means the rest of it too—the riding crop and any number of other equally perverted things Aak can think of. It's fine with him for Aak to be the more aggressive between them—in fact, Keita largely prefers it that way.
He balances the crop neatly across the pile in Aak's arms, then tilts his head a little and says, ]
I'd ask if you would put it on me, but it seems you haven't enough hands. Shall I do it myself, then?
[Matoba agrees cheerfully, definitely not thinking of any kidnappings or unlawful imprisonments he may or may not have ordered at any point. Turning her answer over in his head, he finds a stark practicality in it. A harpoon and rope, huh? Seems like a regular fisherwoman. Perhaps someone like that would actually be able to survive pretty well, stranded on an island.]
[Ish paints a picture of someone who is very practical overall- a respectable trait- but there was also something else about her earlier answer about wanting to leave her home that gave a sense of wanderlust. Was it indecisiveness, or some greater cause?]
Ah, [He adds suddenly out of his thoughts, as if he'd only just noticed (he didn't),] Camping gear is multiple items, so only the tent or the sleeping bag, I'm afraid. [Rules Lawyering Guy Matoba Seiji]
[it really was confusing, especially because they weren't considered actual animals, but they still looked that way! what was even more confusing than that? the fact they could change into something smartphone-shaped while still maintaining some animal features.
sizhui grins, unable to help himself.] You'd think I would get something like a rabbit, right? No, I had a white snake that had little horns on its head. She was really cute for a snake.
[Had Charlie noticed Ishmael was so close to climax, he wouldn't have done anything differently. The indignant frustration she spits at him is cute, and the way she tugs his hair is satisfying. Charlie's throat strains as she peels him back, smile still stretched across his lips.]
You didn't. [His fingers drum against her spine, idly pressing into the warmth beneath.] You kissed my ear, touched my thigh, and... [He jostles his knee beneath her - careful not to bump anything too sensitive - to provide unnecessary specificity.]
The game's askin' for four. I'm supposed to kiss your chest. [With no effort to dislodge his scalp from her grasp, Charlie nods towards the dice.] You gotta roll one more time after that. [She'd lost count - and he's all too pleased to remind her that she's not rid of him yet.
A fact that's delighting him more than the promise of pressing his lips into her soft skin. It's a near thing, though. He'd been enjoying the feeling of her chest against his cheek before she'd yanked him away.]
okay, so she did lose count. can he truly blame her when she was all but getting off on his fucking knee of all places? the fact that he's rubbing her little math mistake in on top of being denied an orgasm makes a wonderfully peeved ishmael, her lips turned up in a pout as she reaches for the die and rolls her last, all while refusing to break eye contact with this guy.
an 8 and a 1 respectively. ishmael sighs a breath of relief. finally, she doesn't have to humiliate herself even further. it's not like charlie hasn't done anything wrong, and has been in fact very good at encouraging her to give in juuust a little, but spite can be a great motivator at a time like this.
so she blinks slowly down at charlie again before pinching that annoying mouth shut with all of her fingers, pulling up from his lap and onto her feet. still holding his lips together, she manages to button up her dress shirt up to her cleavage until she decides to let go of him. ]
There. Now I win. [ the payout comes in with a chime on her Watch as if on cue. ] Anything last words before we switch out?
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