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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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[A year. For his part, he keeps his shock coolly composed, only the slight narrowing of his eyes betraying it. It's a long time to consider in such a place. And he has not yet seen any of the Trailblazers, so is it only him? What went amiss to cause the Express to make this mistake?
... Or perhaps it's just his own fate in question now. At least the accommodations are familiar to him, in the way nostalgia aches to see it.]
Is it not obvious? [Sunday looks away long enough to adjust his halo where it had been misplaced during slumber — bright gold suspended above his head.] I'm one of those newly assigned 'Wildcards', as they're called, which I suppose will be my designation until the booking staff sorts themselves out.
[His eyes return to the unfamiliar women, but he almost regrets it, because it feels as though he is seeing something... indecent, observing her lithe figure in a sprawl across the sheets, long hair loose and silky even with his feathers poking out.]
Is this your room, then? I shouldn't intrude.
pls I love it ♡ (also my fault for having an all over the place muselist lmao)
( it doesn't escape reira just how kind the girl before her was behaving, shielding her and staying by her side to comfort her. it was far more kindness than someone like her deserved- a thought that filled her mind as she heard her speak. she had ruined things after all, so really it was her fault she was in this predicament.
but she wasn't mature enough to admit that, especially to someone who seemed so willing to be on her side already. she would take that innocent kindness and run with it so selfishly. )
I did just arrive actually, in the trunk of a car.
( that was neither here nor there, but reira hadn't quite realized they weren't being allowed to leave [just yet]. she was actually enjoying herself, well until now. in between tears that still swelled in her eyes, and a few hiccups here and there, she spoke. )
R-really? That sounds awful....I hope you were okay! And you...you're very pretty too.
[ Who the hell tries to sleep at a party. Like, yeah this party's annoying as hell, and he hates that they're not allowed out of here, but still. What kind of absolute weirdo freak ...
... actually, maybe this isn't a terrible idea, on second thought.
That whole face journey reflects clear in the dubious scrunch of his nose, followed by Fuuta giving a grunt as he slips under the tablecloth, letting it flop down behind him. Blessed semi-darkness resumes for Wei Wuxian, and Fuuta warily seats himself cross-legged as far away from the guy as he can without poking out from under the table. ]
I guess you can go back to sleep. But uh, you're not supposed to leave drunk people to sleep alone. [ Yeah! That's a good excuse for staying here in the quiet. It's all this weirdo's fault. ] So I'll keep an eye on you, alright.
[ He says, while immediately starting to fiddle with his Watch instead of paying attention. ]
Have I done something famous— have I done something fam—?! Hahaha!
[ Oh. He’s laughing again, but this time, yeah, it’s directly at Wei Wuxian. ]
It’s not everyday you bump into someone who has a 32:0 win-loss ratio in the wrestling industry! That’s right, you’re sharing the same breathing air with a champion!
[ We are not going to talk about the fact he ripped off his monstrous opponent’s arm and killed said opponent’s mother because she was going to eat the audience because of her son’s defeat. Nope. Some of his less prideful acts.
Anyway. He rolls up a robe sleeve and gives one of his arms an impressive flex. ]
[ Brushing her hair back, Zeera leans in for just a soft nibble. A nipple, if it's available, teasing it a bit with her tongue. If not, just wherever seems nice.
Without dragging it on too long, she pulls back. ]
[ The answer comes and the first thing Wei Wuxian thinks is — Sizhui must be terribly homesick. His heart hurts for the boy for a moment and as he sees his shoulders slacken, he'll reach up to squeeze one lightly in what he hopes is a gentle comfort. ]
You do, but you still look like yourself, you know? Just a little less boyish, for certain.
[ He's not sure if that's reassuring or not though, doesn't know if Sizhui wants to have lost his precious teenage years hopping from world to world instead of growing up with his peers. That's a terrible, terrible burden to carry. He'll be different when he comes back home and it won't be something he can hide.
At the display of Sizhui's new powers, Wei Wuxian's eyes widen slightly and he looks impressed. It's simple magic but being able to organically produce something like a flower is still impressive. He smiles. ]
[It's probably not surprising that sooner or later, Rufus would find himself drawn to the High Roller lounge himself — never one to shy away from high-risk high-reward gambles, ever confident in his own ability to come out ahead of the game no matter the wager. What is surprising, however, is the familiar sight of one exquisitely bald head and ever-present dark sunglasses, and at first he almost doesn't believe his own eyes because it's been so long with only Tseng's presence for familiar security, but —
Well, this is the High Roller lounge. Why wouldn't luck go in his favor?
He makes his approach to the table where Rude's sitting at a leisurely, winding pace, aiming to blend in with the bustle moreso than just march right through it, and uses the time to further confirm his suspicions. But yes, it's him, and so as one of the rounds comes to a close, he chooses his moment well and breezes in to stand next to Rude, draping a fairly out-of-character arm over his shoulder and trusting that his well-trained Turk will take the unusual action for the signal it represents.]
Mm. Much as I'm sure we'd all like to see you lose your shirt, I'll cover your next bet. If you think you can win, that is.
[Hello, Rude. Have a convenient opportunity to acknowledge your boss, discreet and undercover.]
[Ekko, meanwhile, has been moving about this labrynth, trying to find a way out. Like her, he's never been in the brothels in the lanes, even if some members of the Firelights used to 'work' there before they found a home with him, so seeing so much sex in place is more than a little overwhelming. He had been hoping to find an exit, find some daylight, but the staff keep him hemmed in, constantly blocking his path and funneling him back towards the action.
It doesn't help that the air is thick, not just with the scent of sex, but also of some sort of perfume. Something about it is getting into his head, into his blood, in a way that he can't shake. He needs some fresh air, and finally finds an elevator that's unguarded. It might be a way out, or at least a way to the roof, and he impatiently presses the 'up' button once he reaches it.
There's a ding when it arrives, and when it opens, he's face to face with something that he doesn't expect.]
...Jinx...???
[Once again, flung to another world, and there she is, right in front of him. Though, at first glance, she appears to be every bit the Jinx he remembers, and not some other version. In his head, he tries to figure out how this is even possible, his mind running through a thousand possibilities. It isn't until the 'ding' of the elevator and the doors starting to close that he realizes he's just standing there.
He springs into action, catching the doors and forcing them open, before stepping into the elevator with her. The doors close behind him, and there he is. With her. His best enemy.]
[ Troy leans against his chair, continuing to watch Wei and notices anything about him. That feather light touch and willingness to pick near the middle, to that admission of betrayal without skipping a beat. There's a small tilt of his head at that answer, curiosity starting to pique. He nods and feels his eyes look down for a moment before returning to meet Wei's features. ]
No. I don't think I can do something like that.
[ He shrugs, admitting to his side but also not judging Wei ]
I only ever loved one person, and betraying them might as well be the only impossible thing I can't do.
[ Troy raises his card between his fingers and looks at Wei's reaction. Is he ready to move on to a different question or want to dig a little more? Troy is at ease, either way. ]
( as she propped herself up on the bed, using her arm to do so, she reached for one of the blankets to cover up whatever parts of her were exposed. her eyes watched him carefully as he moved away and towards the bags, observing and deciding if she should even linger around.
when he return, she smiled just a bit and reached out for the bag. )
Thanks, and I feel like someone is shaking my head from the inside. Maybe if I take some of this and eat I'll be okay.
( she didn't quite want to impose on him by taking his own bag, but she'll leave that up in the air for the meantime. what she does do is fully sit up and reach for a glass of water conveniently located on the nightstand to the left of her. )
[ oh, if only ishmael is capable of decompressing by just slouching on some lounge. she's too pent-up, and not necessarily in a sexual way either. there's a lot to process, and she can't even afford to disassociate for a moment to get her mind straight. ]
Makes you really wonder if it's better staying here with all this luxury or fighting for your life outside if it means being free.
[ she's kidding. no one is ever free. ]
Anyway, the last thing you need is stress yourself out by following some sort of etiquette. Not like the attendants here are paying attention to that in particular anyway.
[ ah, the fictional french. also i actually have forgotten if they have cars in gbf. they have air cars.
he is continuously struck silent by this conversation, but it's just so stupid that he can't fully begrudge it. he is still in this trunk. they have made no progress whatsoever, not in identifying who did this, nor in rectifying the situation. do trunks have a limited amount of oxygen?
he sighs and skips the kidnapping bit, rather than admit he has no idea what's happening. that's a bit too much to give away, so he'd rather take a different tack. calmly, with no intonation at all: ]
Sure. Yes. There's a dozen of us, give or take.
[ said as matter-of-factly as possible. she will soon have ten plus dead bodies on her hand. ]
[ THAT IS ABSOLUTELY SOME ASSUMING GOING ON. He wasn’t sure what he expected from this girl, but it certainly wasn’t this. It flustered him— just a little bit. He even stammered for a moment. ]
No way, you wish!
[ oh no, they both have egos.. this cannot be good. ]
You’re the one who woke me up, I am just returning the favor! A taste of your own medicine. Tastes shitty, right? I don’t remember agreeing to share my bed with a Barbie reject here!
[It isn't an unreasonable suggestion. Should he consider it fortunate this man with him demonstrates a similar desire to leave? Or perhaps he's simply playing along — Sunday's gold eyes glance back, observing him, trying to talk down the rise of paranoia within himself. He recognizes this discomfort, but it doesn't make it easier to bear.
How fitting, that his first true experience beyond his home would challenge him like this. Trapping him in a small, seemingly inescapable space.]
I'll see. [One hand — it feels strange, wrong, not to be wearing gloves — tugs at the black velvet curtains of the divider and peers through glass.] ... There's no one. We're alone.
[He notices his pulse jump, a panicked little flutter in his throat. He tries to ignore it.]
I may be able to pry open the window, but there isn't much clearance if... either of us wished to try squeezing through.
[It's problematic that Wei Wuxian is finding this all delightful instead of off-putting. Accustomed to the derision of others, Matoba supposes that can only mean one thing: they are.... alike.]
[What a terrifying prospect for everyone else in the resort.]
[His donuts are banished, which leaves Matoba flicking his tongue over sticky fingers, and contemplating the rest of the cart. Those croissants look delicious... But perhaps he ought to make some tea, first. And so he slides off from the bed, and crosses next to Wei Wuxian to unstack a porcelain teacup, wrinkling his nose when he finds the only tea to be bagged. It will do.]
I don't know. How is your ass feeling?
[Because Matoba's is feeling pretty flighty and free, so they probably didn't fuck.]
[...Unless this man inspired in him one of his occasional bouts of dominance-aggression. A possibility, for sure, just from talking to him these few minutes here- but that's the purpose of gauging him now, as he pours steaming water over the bag of green tea he's prepared, to decipher what he thinks of the suggestion.]
[ sound logic. Fidelio turns his attention to the food trays, mostly piled with snacks he's never seen the like of (Golden Peacock brand clif bars and la croix, jordan almonds, disgusting, but also another with junk food; the cheetos smell especially appetizing). he's a little remiss to throw it all on the floor if it's edible, but this kind of isn't the time to put food over his potential safety. ]
Could be a trap. Nicest prison I've ever seen, like, but I... uh. Don't got an answer for why we don't get to have clothes.
[ has it occurred to him that the other captive in here could be behind it, or know things he doesn't? yeah, but their circumstances seem pretty much the same, so that's probably not it. if it turns out Wei Wuxian can't be trusted, well... he'll handle it.
in the meantime, he settles for moving all the snacks from one tray to another and picking up the empty one. it's less hefty than it looked, and a few test wobbles in his hands don't seem to inspire much confidence. ]
Question is, you do anything incriminating lately? Somethin' that'd get you locked up?
( interesting question to ask, he thinks, on words that had been said as a tease and a jest. it earns rude a point, if the way aventurine's gaze locks on him is anything to go by; it means he's thinking, evaluating answers and all the things he could reply him with, sorting out the most appropriate response to this encounter in particular. )
Are you? ( a question for a question, as aventurine closes his eyes to welcome the flick. there's little to no reaction to it - it doesn't hurt, unfortunately -, but there's something almost amusing about the distinct way their dares differ.
it's an irony that will die on aventurine's tongue. ) Some people think intimacy comes with vulnerability, and prefer to reserve that to people they know and trust. And you did ask for my name.
( it's a non-committal answer tailored to avoid answering the question itself, though aventurine doesn't quite so believe that is the reason his name was asked. some people just prefer to be polite, especially so when playing a game that leans on the sexual.
another dice throw - this time, a 3 and a 6. there's something amusing, too, in the way his own die keeps missing the more relevant parts of the body. )
[ 'Bro' promptly earns a scrunched nose. Why does he have to deal with a bro-jock on top of this hangover headache. The mention of supplies does have him raising his head a fraction, and Fuuta blearily squints at the remainder of the tray -- is there pills? There's gotta be painkillers. Surely.
He groans loudly and ungracefully as he rolls over onto his stomach, then manages to crawl forward ... half an armslength before sagging back into the bedsheets, face buried in the fabric.
Another groan before he pats his hand on the sheets, trying to get Beowulf's attention, then holds his hand out palm-up. ]
[ poor itto and his rudely truncated beauty sleep. nehan seems less bothered by the compromising situation, or at the sight of a pair of horns, and more that anyone is here, having the gall to exist and breathe in the same space as him while a headache pounds away at his skull. there's no way he'd have gotten blackout drunk, so this is bound to be another fun hotel trick.
it's a lot to get used to. he lets out a soundless little huff, grinding the water bottle into his impromptu partner's face with some more gusto. not enough to hurt, but beyond what can be ignored. open that other eye, stranger. ]
It is never trouble. Not when it comes to you. I have gotten a few new tea blends that actually, so it would be a perfect time to share with someone. [Some things just never change, like Wriothesley incapable of not yapping about tea once on the topic.
He does gesture towards one of the doors, leading to a bathroom attached to the bedroom, though there were probably at least one or two more bathrooms in this room given the change to his rank (something he isn't happy with, but had accepted would be something he would have to just live with).] Passed that door. Take as long as you need. I can bring you some clothes if you need, though it won't be exactly to code.
[The concept of Neuvillette wearing casual wear is, well, he won't pretend he kind of wants to see it. Call him curious.
The bathroom is lavish, uncharacteristic of the man, though the lack of frivolous personal items probably gives away that Wriothesley is still ever the same. Simple soaps and shampoos and the such. The only thing that might seem interesting is the way that there seems to be sets of two, like a second set of towels to toothbrush.
Wriothesley himself, merely tosses a shirt and sweatpants on and goes about getting tea started, the gentle clinks of china mixed with the calm melody of whatever record he decides to put on while Neuvillette makes use of the bathroom.]
( cars, parking lots, this game 52....neuvillette is not unaccustomed to the new and unfamiliar, but after so long subsisting on the same routine day in and day out, the newness of it all has become a little much, leaving even his mind spinning. but he masks it all as best he can, matching the knave in composure and grace. )
Yes, the same as you. And undressed almost down to my very skin, no less.
( said with a prickle of irritation, his mouth forming a thin line. and now here they both are, more than compensated for the skin they'd shown earlier by being covered head to toe. little victories, he supposes, even if the rest of this evening has proven challenging in every other way. )
Now it seems we must sit through this fête and play their games, else we suffer the same fate as those who continue to protest.
( being manhandled and pushed until acquiescence is given. )
I see. People are okay here, I suppose. You get used to the weird antics.
[Yasha shakes her head and moves to sit on the chair nearby,] No, I haven't. I mean, I know of magic and stuff but I was never good at it. Or reading. It was, kind of, limited for me.
What are the other places that remind you of this one?
[The man across from Shylock has been eying him with careful appraisal since the moment they were sat across from one another; an unpleasant vibe, difficult to pinpoint as to source or nature, pervades his aura.]
[But then- Matoba would say the same of Shylock. Then, there is only one thing to be done.]
What's the point of a game not played seriously? [He says in flippant reply, reaching forward to take the dice in hand. He rolls them in his palm- easier, these 12-sided dice, compared to the standard 6- and then lets them cast across the table towards the man across from him.]
1: TICKLE | 3: CHEST
[Matoba's one-eyed gaze casts back upward, and then flicks towards Shylock's chest. How much clothing has he got to dig into, here...?]
Oh, uh, they're called Eros Worlds. The best Eros masters sometimes use their powers to create their own miniature bubble worlds, where the laws of reality are different, so that they can have even crazier kinds of sex than they can get up to otherwise.
I made one, kinda, but it's just a little sparring ring, nothing that fancy.
[Tseng's Ancient cleans up nicely, and it doesn't suit her at all.
It's funny; the last time he'd seen her, she'd been out of costume, too — trying to remain inconspicuous beneath the armor and helmet of the drill team at his parade, and that disguise had almost worked for her better than this one does. There's a certain security to wearing armor; that dress, she wears like a cage.
He's familiar with that feeling, too. He remembers back when bowties felt like leashes, when they weren't doing double time as nooses. He remembers sitting stiff next to a father he was never good enough for, frantically going over table manners and silverware placements in his mind in the hopes of at least not making a mistake that would embarrass him. Then he learned how to wear style like he was going to battle in it, be it in boardrooms or on rooftops, and made the nooses expand to let him breathe rather than trying to struggle desperately through them.
Pretty and imprisoned. Oddly appropriate, for Aerith Gainsborough.
And whether she remembers that they're right on the cusp of agreeing to be allies or not, either way her life and care has always been a matter of Shinra's business, and he doesn't see any reason for that to change now.]
I'd skip the fruit gelée, if I were you.
[He says, easy and casual, as he corners her near one of the dessert tables.]
Unless you're so eager to get out of that dress that you're willing to let someone take it off you, that is.
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