【 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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▶ 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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[ when they have mechas that can go to the moon but they don't have cars....truly gbf is hell
and nehan is the devil, sent up personally to torment furina even after 500 years of misery. at the news, her face goes pale. her hand, still wrapped tight around her robe, trembles. her breathing grows shallow in her chest. ]
A—a dozen?
[ ah yes, let's not forget the way her pitch rises half an octave. ]
We....we have to get you out of there! Before it becomes a dozen and one.
[ the valet, she can go fetch the valet! surely he must still be down here!! her head swivels too and fro, frantic in her search for the bumbling man from earlier. and yes, there he is, propped up against a wall with his cap pulled over his face. ]
J-just wait right there, don't go anywhere. I'll be right back with help!
[ literally where is there to go? but hey, at least it worked. ]
You're a monk? [ That incredulous question leaves him before he can think to stop it, accompanied by an eyebrow arched high. What kind of monk dresses like that? Actually, given how many freaks there are here -- ] -- ugh, never mind.
[ Fuuta gives a little huff before reaching forward to carefully extract a card. Only once the task is done and he's safely fetched his card does he settle back down in his seat, shooting Douman a dirty look across the table. ]
And if people wanna think I'm an idiot, whatever. I wouldn't wanna waste my time on them either. And they'd be wrong.
[ Said with all the bullheaded confidence signature of a hot-headed youth before he flips his card over to read out loud: ]
"What has been the best moment of your life so far?"
[Rude thinks about answering the question and can already feel heat spread over his skin. He keeps his face pressed into his pillow but his ears might turn a bit red as he thinks about all the things they might have done to each other last night.]
I was checking you for.. marks. Clues, I guess.
[His head is pounding so he has to get up to pour water for himself and Reno, taking the painkiller first in case it's unsafe, and then handing off the other one with the glass for his partner.]
Stop talking about it! And I've seen your dick before, for the record. I've seen all of you... [Or maybe he should have kept that to himself.]
[ Alright, deep breaths and count from three, two, one— Fwip! The tower wobbles up top where he'd yoinked the next card from, and after another mental countdown Roche flips it over and stares at it for a few moments. Then, he covers his mouth with one hand and places it face-up.
Have you ever broken a bone? If yes, then follow up with the story! ]
That's awfully vague, isn't it? Pick one or two and we'll go from there, I suppose, but despite everything I've done I still haven't broken my back yet, so think smaller.
[ Miss Hilda you are so beautiful!! Not that he can tell, being stuck in the trunk of a sports car, where he is truly missing out. He can at least hear that there's someone outside, because there's a yelp that sounds as confused as he feels.
It gives him some pause, also having to debate whether to draw someone's attention when he has next to no idea what's happening, but that train of thought is derailed by a little knock.
He knocks back instinctively, then pauses, feeling stupid. What is he doing. He calls out more calmly than a trapped trunk ghost might. ]
[They didn't say anything yet, but are clearly not pleased that nothing's happening. Hilda and Yasha are obviously participating and hogging the table and no action? Preposterous!
Yasha's eyes do drift to the slit and she finally pulls away from the table to walk around it and stand by Hilda's side.]
I usually don't do 'show and tell', but the "crowd" won't be pleased if we leave them without evidence. [Turning so she has the other woman "cornered" against the table, she pushes a tray with drinks onto the floor and out of the way, making everything smash into pieces; then she wraps one of her hands right underneath her butt and lifts Hilda effortlessly onto the table to have her sit.]
[There isn't enough contact to disrupt the illusion, but — contact at all is its own novelty, a brush of physical bodies where once he had surrounded himself in perfect distance from the rest of the world. And he is no one here, so it is not improper, even if he wasn't wearing his disguise. No one would recognize him. He'd anticipated the feeling after his departure, and it was not enough to prepare him for its reality.
Sunday takes a breath, masking his unease, and then offers the young man a smile. He's not very good at pretending to be someone else — but if there is no suspicion turned his way, and nothing to compare his behavior to, what could it hurt?]
Truth be told, I was looking to get rid of them. So this is merely serendipity.
[He isn't naive. That question is... a challenge, in some way, though he can't perceive its motive.]
I'm afraid I don't have much else to offer. [Ah. Except — this disguise has status, doesn't it? Or he wouldn't be here.] What would you prefer? I could buy you a drink.
[Well that kind of name doesn't really hide what the Worlds are about.]
I see. I suppose this setting is not too out of the ordinary for you. There is weird magic going on from time to time, but so far, the Hotel's been focused mostly on having us have sex and not kill each other. [And that's kind of a plus, +0,5 maybe?]
i'm bullying tseng already in other threads i gotta keep up my streak!!!
If only everyone thought like you, my friend! I'm sure the House would be ecstatic to know their guests prefer fun over money.
( which, all things considered, in a way, so does aventurine. maybe this is why he fits so well in the golden peacock, if his gambling addiction doesn't already make him fit in so perfectly.
a smile for a smirk, because aventurine so does enjoy people who can keep up with him. )
Hmm~ Let's just say I visit the casino a lot, and it's not often we see people like you, so willing to play the games they offer. Besides, what's the point of a game if we skip the fun parts and get to the prize? It feels too lackluster, don't you agree?
( same with gambling, for him - it's about the experience, and the uncertainty of how it would end. )
All it would take is a bit of power abuse and mention how a good friend of mine is none too happy with his prize, and I'm sure they would be all over trying to please you this time around.
anyway, he is perhaps not a heartless monster, so he does feel a twinge of guilt at her sudden panic. but just think about the relief she'll feel when she opens the trunk and there's just one guy?
no, still bad. ]
...Ah. Wait.
[ but she does not wait. on the other hand, he has literally no options but to wait, so he does, shifting in place before awkwardly closing his eyes, forced to reflect on his actions as she goes off to rescue him. at least she seems to be earnest in coming back. ]
[ who wants the worm... not murr. he rather have the mouse. or the gems. the latter of which he'd been able to win in a few of those games! pays to be a gambler at a casino, huh? what happened after that was a little fuzzy. not like, a fun kind of fuzzy? more like wool being rubbed on his brain kind of fuzzy. the kind that leaves static electricity that would make a cat's fur stand up on end.
and now? it's the scent of smoke that touches his nose as his eyes slowly open to meet the smiling ones of a familiar face. ]
Forgotten 'em? Or did ya gamble 'em away?
[ watch him bat at the smoke before he taps the butt of the cigar with one finger. ]
(how he wound up in the party is a mystery to karna, normally the staff would turn their noses in his direction and ignore him. long-standing guests included, since many of them were doing that even now. karna had taken the chance to adjust to his new predicament with ease, but he knows that this won't do for what is supposed to be a party. he's in that suit he wore for his previous date at one point. they expected them to be well-dressed, drinking, and eating. karna however is not quite indulging the way that should be intended from how he sits alone.
nobody would talk to him, the staff brought him his champagne and left without another word. he can admit he's used to this. three months worth of being looked at as though he's lower than dirt, but that's not unusual. the basement wasn't so bad from his current standing. maybe not the sounds, the negligence, and how some might even pretend he doesn't exist when he wants to buy something as simple as a basic kit for cooking in his small space. he'll figure out something, he did say himself that he intends to work on escaping the basement as time goes on.
that's his best move while he watches once more guests and staff peer over in his direction with disgusted sneers. they look like they're planning to leave. some would even talk loudly like he can't hear them about how much of an eyesore he is; he isn't commenting on it, and his endurance isn't terrible for someone sitting through constant remarks about himself. if it were his friends being insulted, that's another story. karna is honestly by now planning to get up from this sole table he was given (that's in a rather pitiful state too) and seeing if he can find something to do that isn't just participating in listening to both staff and guests speak horribly about him.
or he was until he blinks after seeing you coming up in his periphery, someone wants to talk to him? that's a bigger surprise for his evening.)
Yes? I don't have much, sadly, to offer.
b. a roll of the die.
(dice games were something the boys would play among the chaldean servants, karna himself would join from time to time. dice games were the one thing that he could join without being accused of cheating due to his discernment. poker meant that he would anger certain people if he played that with them, robin hood had learned that unfortunately fast karna was not able to do much about it. he couldn't turn it off either, but this isn't about nostalgic memories that he has. what karna is looking at is unusual dice, the chips were sounding promising.
perhaps that invitation if he lands it might be worth his effort.
regardless, he's fiddling with the dice. staring at it and wondering why this is a pastime for people. dirty dice? he may not have ever played it, sure, but....there's little he can do there. he does still need more chips. as much as he has that queen's pay out from his temporary queen rank....he was keeping those banked back. meaning, he still has little to spend. that's more to ensure he has a nest egg in the event he has to use it. anyway, karna does for a moment think. what is he going to do, exactly? that's the mystery, and he hasn't rolled the die yet. perhaps he's just thinking too much about it before:)
I'll go first, if you don't mind. My apologies, I was just thinking more about it.
(that was his usual, to think and think. he can seem indecisive but that's far from the truth about karna.)
c. aftercare.
(servants don't usually get headaches, not the way that karna feels it. not even hangovers. parties were loud and cheery. full of liveliness while afterwards they'd all rest themselves. even their master (who deserved to relax) would do the same after such events. karna himself was....almost certainly feeling the aftermath of that. his head is pounding and his suite isn't the biggest of places, he was already laying down with what feels to be another person. that was enough to make him blink slowly, then notice he's undressed. completely.
a full view of burnt charcoal colored skin along his arms, his legs, and extremely pale flesh.
that heart mark in a rather obvious spot along his neck included, but karna says nothing on that. he's got a headache while looking at you, quiet and contemplating before moving to awkwardly get up first in what little space he has. the basement is a terrible place, as you can see. his own space included, but he keeps it clean as best as he could for the sake of himself and others that wish for more.)
Sorry. I don't remember last night....and I think you should leave, before someone sees you were in here with me.
(the hangover kit is going ignored for now (he did spot that from the corner of his eyes) since karna isn't sure if that would be safe to use. not after the days of unending partying, alcohol, and drugs. gambling, too. though gambling was never his thing. he did, however, want to ensure someone didn't get accidentally discriminated for sleeping with him.)
d. wildcard.
feel free to hit me with your own if you'd like! really i am open to all prompts, or if you'd like something closed hit me up at entropist or pm's! perms here and opt-in here.
[as much as the hotel wants people to stay locked in their black tie attire, bakugo's apparently not the only one who either refused to wear it full time or managed to escape the entry's watchful eye. his fingers crush sheer material into his palms, fig's shirt's ample crenelation and fabric being the only reason it avoids tearing from his rough treatment. stronger than it looks too.
tch, so it wasn't on purpose. accidental, meaning the guy's avoiding something or trying to speed somewhere. bakugo snorts once and opens his hand, letting fig's shirt spring free with an obvious "something went wrong here" bunch in the front. smooth it out on your own. no attempt to even strike back or free himself. great, a runaway wuss.]
Haa? What vegetable? [red eyes sweep through the area before landing on the table concierge. and his offered cucumber.] Pffft! Is that for you?
[ Every part of him is screaming that he needs to leave (and quickly). Why that is, is something he’ll have to process and figure out later since his own headache is…debilitating.
He’s about to slide out of the bed when he feels fingers pawing at him, and while he stiffens dramatically at the touch, he has…enough sense to let the moment play. And then gently (but firmly) moves her hand back under the sheets. And grumbles quietly under his breath. ]
Wait.
[ He slips out of the bed, and he notes one of the robes laid across a chair with clear distaste. Still, it’s better than nothing, so he whips it around his shoulders and spends a few moments sorting through the clearly labeled “Hangover Kit”.
The water and painkillers are found, and Archer walks around to Rin’s side of the bed to offer them to her. ]
[ and return she does not two minutes later, the sound of not one but two pairs of feet outside the trunk a sure herald of good news. there's some murmured conversation, the jingle of a keyring, and then the highpitched beep of a car unlocking.
and then open pops the trunk, letting in a shower of.....well, not bright sunlight but dim garage lighting. hey, it's better than nothing. ]
Please be alright, please be alright, please be al—you're alright!
I think if someone is used to it, then maybe a lack of intimacy while doing intimate things might make it easier. Like having sex with strangers.
[Rude isn't usually this chatty, but when the alternative to conversation is a pair of dice where one of each has the word finger and ass (respectively) attributed on one side, he doesn't mind a bit of stalling. Or getting to know the other person a bit first. Which brings him to his next point.]
For people who aren't accustomed to intimacy, it can be difficult to do with someone they don't know.
[Rude had left his jacket elsewhere, but he loosens his tie enough to pull it off, unbuttoning his shirt from top to bottom--considerably less shy about exposing skin than exchanging names. Eventually he holds out an elbow.]
[A flat expression answers that reply — but, without actual evidence, he can't discard its honesty on delivery alone. Then again, a quick glance at the window confirms what he suspected from the beginning: all of the windows in the resort are fake. There is no outside, a disorienting enough experience for anyone used to their freedom.
But the next question is uniquely humiliating enough to erase whatever sharp retort is on his tongue.]
It is. My apologies. Pay it no mind, you won't find them on your pillow ever again.
[Why does that sound like a threat? Stepping forward, annoyed to find himself unsteady, he — plucks the feather out from between those fingers. ... If Wei Wuxian lets him do it, anyway.]
Yeah, you were really out of it... You must've partied it up last night.
[ Troy lets her have the bag, and sits down on the edge of the bed to watch her drink some water. He carries himself with ease, letting his warm smile linger on his lips ]
Well at least it's not "argh the light is too bright help!" type of hangover. I helped you find a place to lay your head last night, so I'm glad you're not dead yet.
[ He says with a gentle laugh, gathering his thoughts of last night. ]
wrapped in little more than a deep red silk robe to keep him modest, jing yuan glances around the interior of the large stretch limousine, bleary and half-awake. it all seems a strange dream - surely he must have nodded off at his desk - but the beeping of his new watch says otherwise, explaining the strange nature of what is going on around him in no uncertain terms.
oh. jing yuan has heard some strange tales in his life, but this is certainly among the most bizarre. sitting up a little more fully, he raises one pale brow, glancing in the direction of whosoever has had the misfortune of being placed here with him. breathing a light chuckle, he shakes his head. ]
Well, my friend, we seem to have found ourselves in a predicament, haven't we?
one or eleven;
[ games it is, then. jing yuan just so happens to be quite fond of games, though these he must say are rather distasteful - fun under the right circumstances perhaps, but against one's will? well, where's the enjoyment in playing with unwilling participants?
but then, no one has ever asked the pawns on the board for permission to move them.
very well, he will play along, play this game, and return home. for now that means selecting a card that designates him as dominant, then stepping through the lounge in search of a partner, while all dressed up for the party. dalliances like this are not necessarily new to jing yuan, though he can barely remember the last time he took a lover; the work at the seat of divine foresight is, after all, never complete. now, however, he seems to have an excess amount of time on his hands.
he smiles warmly, graciously, at whomever approaches. ]
Tell me, my friend, what you do and do not enjoy.
house of cards;
[ ah, this game is sure to catch his attention. a practice at deftness, while getting to know someone new? jing yuan is a fan. while he may be incredibly chagrined to be here in the first place, he will always take the opportunity to learn about others, to greet new faces.
sitting comfortably on a plush sofa with one leg tucked beneath him, jing yuan smiles openly, easily. he's still dressed in his military suit, but he seems at ease in it, though it is beginning to feel a little stuffy. no matter. he'll shrug off the coat if it grows too warm. ]
Please, friend, feel free to go first, if you like.
aftercare;
[ whoever has the opportunity to wake up beside jing yuan will find that he is not an easy man to rouse. he sleeps comfortably on his side, his shaggy head cradled beneath one strong arm, warm sunlight pouring in behind him to filter through the mass of his fluffy hair.
also, he's nude?? or mostly nude. thankfully the plush down blankets keep him covered from the waist down.
he's not accustomed to sleeping in unknown places, however, so he does stir after a moment, blinking bleary golden eyes, though he does not yet lift his head. a soft chuckle rolls in his chest, and he covers a yawn with his knuckles, looking for all the world like a lazy cat in a morning sunbeam. ]
Good morning.
[ did they spend the night together? is this someone entirely new? either way, jing yuan seems entirely unbothered. ]
wildcard;
[ come at me with anything you like! feel free to shoot me a pm if you'd like to plot anything! 21+ for smut, kinks are here. ]
[And he doesn't recognize her, either. Yet even if he did, Sunday would likely have kept the disguise — where he stands with the IPC remains an ambiguous place for him.]
Well, as I expect you've seen, there's certainly no lack of luxury items to go around.
[He should probably... pretend, at least a little, to be among the crowd.]
Aren't you one of the elite yourself? Or else you wouldn't be here. Is it not to your taste, despite your status?
[it is a comfort, especially from someone he hasn't seen in a long time, and sizhui's lips curve faintly in another soft smile. he doesn't say it but his eyes convey: thank you. it's also a relief to hear that he still looks like himself if not nearly as boyish, which is completely fine with him, considering he always thought he looked a little baby-faced.]
I'm glad to hear that, then.
[and it's reassuring in some ways, to know that he hasn't changed much, even though he's been traveling these different worlds for so long now. yes, he is a little upset at having lost so much precious time with his family, but he can still look back on the time he spent on noctium and be happy with the fact he got to see some of them (and meet new family) before they were all taken away with him eventually disappearing too.
but it is, however, one-hundred-percent true that he will be different when he ultimately does go home.
sizhui's almost beaming at the look on wei wuxian's face, his own eyes bright and wide while he reaches with his other hand to pluck the flower off the vines and twirl the stem between his thumb and forefinger.] I do like them. I'm also able to create earthquakes, although I haven't tried, and I have superhuman strength. [like, ‘benchpress a small house’ kind of superstrength.]
( She tilts her head with a hum at the question, lifting her hand to tap her lip thoughtfully. )
Hmm... Well, you could still win something fun! There's a lot of prizes.
( Prizes she can feel her cheeks heating to even think about, but she doesn't let her thoughts linger there. Instead, her hands lower, eyes following the other towards the wheel. She didn't take a lot of convincing, but maybe that's part of the fun of something like this? Making the most of your curiosity and trying your luck.
But the question makes her pause and blink as she points a finger at herself. )
Together? With me?
( She shouldn't, but— )
Okay! We'll do it together!
( She moves towards the wheel, reaching to gently put her hand over the other girl's. )
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