【 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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[ hrgh. w's nose scrunches in abject repulsion and she wipes her fingers on her dress for good measure. she supposes she can't be too careful now, can she!! all it would have taken is one sip and she would have succumbed to...
no use thinking about that now. w's mind spins right back around to the most astonishing shit she's heard all night. five months!? of spiked wine and dealing with—
she squints. ]
... I feel like you think I should know who those people are. And I totally do!! Wow, yeah, those guys, that's great. Really.
[ they do sound mind-numbingly tedious already, though. and she's got shit to do, military commissions to bleed with wild aplomb! there's not a second left in her day for peacocks or sex drugs and there especially aren't any left for rhodes island freaks. no fucking way she can spend five months in this gaudy shit heap.
texas, fuck. w reaches out to grip her arm. ]
What are you doing? Five fuckin' months? What's keeping you here?
[ shudder to think what could keep the last texas anywhere. isn't it kind of her thing, getting the fuck outta places? ]
[Akira has experienced his fair share of strange occurrences in life that he finds himself capable of believing in. . . well. almost anything. and yet? sometimes, "strange occurrences" are just so fantastical that it is impossible for him to think that they are anything but a wildly elaborate dream]
[this. . . is one of the latter circumstances. which may explain why he seems to chill about everything, actually!! or maybe he's just adaptable??]
[at any rate, Akira's (un?)fortunate car buddy is going to find themselves waking up after him. . . to the noises of their companion shuffling around in the front seat as he pries open a panel underneath the ignition. help. also: he's wearing a fancy robe with fur trim and a cute li'l hood. the trim on the hood looks like fuzzy animal ears, and yes he has it pulled up over his head. illegal activities are occurring here, he needs a disguise!!]
Hn. . . so this wire is-- are these the two that should be touching? [tsk] Huh. I thought dream me would just automatically know how to hot wire one of these. . .
[he has not realized his companion is awake yet]
b. bubbly
[there are no drinking ages in dreams, right?? there is no Lala-chan here to smack at his hands when they drift a bit too close to the liquor shelf]
[though the. . . whole floating thing may be a deterrent in and of itself]
[a very loud crash reverberates through the room as someone comes unceremoniously plummeting back towards the ground. turning towards the sound reveals that the contents of a dessert table have been scattered and smashed onto the floor. . . and a young man dressed in a crisp suit pops out from behind he, casually leaning one hand against the wall as though he did not just destroy one poor chef's hard, artistic dessert work. NO ONE SAW THAT, RIGHT? RIGHT???]
[to anyone who did see it, Akira gives them a casual fingerguns]
Nice party, right?
[there's frosting stuck to the shoulder of his suit]
c. luck be a lady. .
[well, it isn't a party without some exciting games of chance, right? and Akira has always enjoyed the thrill of the gamble]
[. . . okay, so it's a game that's like 20% chance and 80% guts, BUT WHATEVER. THAT COUNTS! and he enjoys the feeling of the dice rattling around in his hands as he shakes them, before he holds them out to his partner to ask]
Mind blowing on them for a bit of luck?
d. the hangover
[alas, all fun things must come to an end, though admittedly at this point Akira is definitely thinking man, this sure is a really long dream.]
[he doesn't flinch upon waking up next to someone else, but much like with the car, he is the first to rise. which means he has already gone through the cute hangover kit and claimed the bonbons for himself. which he is. . . certainly eating when his companion eventually rouses. he hasn't moved from the bet either, seated cross-legged on his side (dressed in some simple pajamas) as he lifts a hand to greet his morning buddy]
I'm not usually into sweet things, but these are pretty good.
[PRESEN: OFFERING OF A BONBON]
((OOC: I'm mostly here to just vibe; not really sold on apping yet, but hello! NSFW things probably won't be happening since I like to have a bit of CR development first, but I'm a sucker for flirting and/or UST and Akira is, too. Akira is 17 going on 18, so I'd prefer to keep things age appropriate for him (no older than 20), but other than that I'm open to whatever!))
[ She'll unpack the Barbie part of that comment later - rude btw???? - right now there are bigger fish to fry. ]
You wanna run that by me again?
[ Oh boy. There's the grin that's 90% grinding teeth and 10% seething. Panty sits bolt upright (hello yes those sure are her titties just out there) and latches both dainty little hands on Beowulf's shoulders so she can shake the daylights out of him. Or attempt to. Who knows. What matters here is she's doing her very best to rattle his brain around in his skull like a cheap can of spray paint. ]
Doubt you’ve been kidnapped for ransom. Seeing as how, y’know. [Hank doesn’t even bother gesturing to himself.] I’m here.
[And Hank has nothing. A house, sure. A dog. And he’s pissed enough people off over the years as a detective.
But if someone wanted something from him that could only be accomplished via kidnap, they wouldn’t stock up the bar in the car he woke up in. Taking his clothes, sure — some sort of power play — but all that free booze? Just ready and there for the taking?
This is something else. Something, as Hank has become fond of saying, weird.]
Sure. You go and sit in the car. Might as well, right? I’ll go get that — [fucker] — guy.
[Hank does manage to track down the skittering valet, who ends up on the receiving end of his vitriol. “Fuck this, fuck that, fuck you especially” — that sort of thing. Maybe it’s uncharitable of him, but he can’t help but feel like the valet is in on whatever this place is. And if not... well, it sucks, but he’s the one here for Hank to take his anger out on.
He gets the valet to squeeze his racks of weird clothes — because of course they’re all mismatched, and things nobody would ever want to wear — back to the Maserati.
At least they have clothes to browse now, even though most of the pants have weird patterns on them — stranger than the shirts Hank usually wears, even.]
[ It's alright. Assuming that this trunk isn't locked from the outside as well, both of them will be treated to a view soon enough. Assuming he isn't butt naked or nearly butt naked in there. Not that she knows that. That's meta text.
When she hears the knock she can't help but pause. What else had she been expecting if not that? This unfortunately doesn't rule out that there isn't a ghost in there. Neither does him actually speaking.
There's another pause as she crouches down, the fabric of her dress pooling out around her as she squints at the trunk. ]
That depends. Are you a ghost? Will playing a game make me forfeit my soul over to you?
[ If this is a vengeful spirit maybe she shouldn't be speaking with this much attitude. Ah, well. You live and you learn. ]
[ Then maybe they should have made the rules clearer! Neither of them have technically passed either on their rolls. Though Hilda has briefly complained for the sake of it, she fully intends on fulfilling it.
Yasha however delays that just a while longer. In one swift motion Hilda is lifted from the ground onto the table and a delighted gasp joins the cacophony of shattering glass and protest from the staff.
They wanted a show, hadn't they?
Hilda's lips twitch but the glint in her eyes takes on the quality of a smug cat as she gazes up at Yasha who is now positioned fortuitously between her thighs.
Continuing to play the part of shy flower she draws Yasha close her lips brushing against her cheek and then her ear. Then quite without warning her lips graze against the shell of her ear before they inevitably tug at her earlobe. With her face nearly pressed against Yasha's neck she'll be able to feel the sound of a smile in her voice as she continues to tease her. ]
I don't usually like challenges. They're too difficult.
[Hawks isn't exactly an early bird, but this morning, he wakes later than usual. While he'd tried to keep a level head at that exhaustingly long party, he'd strayed a little bit past tipsy into buzzed a few times. Lying in a soft, comfortable bed, he fights waking up because he can tell that when he truly wakes, he's going to have to deal with a bit of a hangover - his head feels heavy, which he's sure is going to bloom into a headache, and thankfully that's most of it, since he hadn't really overindulged that badly. No, he'd rather lie in a patch of sunshine in a comfortable bed, curled up on his side, his still slightly singed wings with their awkward feather regrowth folded up neatly against his back, than face a headache.
It's the scent of coffee and the stirring in the bed beside him that finally goads him into shifting and groaning and popping one golden eye open. It turns out that he's facing whoever is in the bed beside him, curled into a loose fetal position, and he pushes up on an elbow, one eye still closed against the vague thrum of pain that starts up in the back of his head when he moves. Usually, Hawks's sexual encounters are discreet and unemotional, and he's expecting for a moment to make his usual lackadaisical excuses and leave, when he realizes that he's pretty sure he didn't actually have sex.]
Fancy that.
[He groans again, softly, sitting up and crossing his legs, stretching out his wings and fluttering them a little bit before tucking them in neatly again, tugging the oh-so-sweetly provided robe over his naked lower half (not that he has much shame about that) and opens both eyes, offering the guy a lazy smile.]
I don't know where we are either, but I'm pretty sure we didn't do anything but sleep. Shame.
[A little chuckle. There's no reason not to flirt a little - Hawks is practically immune to awkwardness, and the guy is pretty with his pale skin and long dark hair and dark eyes. Classical beauty. One of the types of guy Hawks likes to look at.
At the question, he waves a hand.]
Go ahead, so long as you tell me where you got the coffee.
[It may be clear that the approach is unwanted by the discomfort that knits into his posture — less so because of the disguise he wears than other circumstances, because even if he didn't have it, no one would recognize him. It is the social interaction that stands out of his depth, so unlike his role as the Oak Family Head or even as the Bronze Melodia. What people wish to speak of here... it's almost always motivated by sex. Isn't it?
In the physical form he's taken, perhaps he overestimated anyone's willingness to approach him. Certainly the man in front of him could choose anyone else. He keeps his smile as vacant as possible.]
I shouldn't say I dislike them if I've never tried one. But no, they're poor for your health. It should be a rare indulgence if at all. [... all right, now how does he get this stranger to Leave now that he's accepted the gift?] If you'd like to smoke with someone, I imagine there would be no lack of willing individuals in a place like this.
[ Oh, Loki. You know not what you do. She pauses mid-finger snap and levels him with a deadpan look, like she's trying to figure out if he didn't hear her properly or somehow miraculously has no idea who she is. Could it be... she isn't famous in this fabulous casino of her wildest dreams? Should Panty maybe learn a little humility?
Nah. ]
Alright. And? How is that my problem?
[ If he thinks she won't make a wild grab for it, he's sorely mistaken. That's exactly what she's gonna do, and Panty doesn't really care how far into his lap she has to lean to get her hands on more peppery goodness. Give unto Panty what is Panty's, damn it! ]
( whatever he expects this place, filled with sensuous bodies and overwrought decor, it isn't clorinde stepping up to him with a glass of water in her outstretched hand, appearing out of seemingly nowhere as though this were just another day in the courts and not the height of a ribald party.
neuvillette straightens, surprised, though there is relief on his face as well. )
Clorinde. You have my thanks.
( the water is taken, the cool glass held between his hands for comfort, but he does not drink straightaway. instead, he fixes her with his gaze, searching for any signs of harm or distress. as always, she is calm and unwavering, the very qualities that set her at the top as a champion duelist now stabilizing her here as well. )
I did not expect to see you here as well.
( should he be searching for furina next? though no doubt he would have heard her long before catching sight of her. she always did have a knack for landing herself directly in the spotlight, intended or otherwise. )
I THINK ITS TOO LATE FOR THAT GIVEN HOW SHE IS ROFL
(no skin off her back, but she doesn't know what's been happening since her arrival. she's the one stuck there (with broca and aak) and not enjoying it. she's not going to sugarcoat and lie about the things done here. both her and broca even had an enlightening conversation over it during her check-in mingle. reed vanished seems like, but that's a norm from what texas has found out. people disappearing, becoming statues, and nobody having any idea where they are. or if staff moved them some place out of sight.
spiked wine, spiked food, forced to fuck or die. that sounds genuinely horrible, doesn't it? because texas can go on about the things she's dealt with in this hellhole of a resort. the opulence is agitating by her former heiress standards, too. annoying to deal with in the way people seem to push things encrusted with jewelry like it's going out of style.
not like she can say much, even if she near tenses from her arm getting grabbed on to. yeah, she's still not good at physical touch. good news is that she didn't snap (or bite) over it. someone must have worked hard to get her this far so that they could actually hug a wolf without her feeling the urge to hit them.)
The resort itself, or the House as everyone calls it. Nobody can leave, it won't allow that. And trust me, I've tried. I got dragged off back into the casino and near auctioned off to freaks instead when I got here.
(which. also isn't good. it is her thing, texas is good at escaping things. she's better at avoiding her problems and dodging them like her life depended on it. she can't do that here, exactly. not the way she normally would, that wouldn't work out for her whenever she's stuck in the damn trenches. at least she also didn't mention the part with the creepy paintings, the statues, her having to fight a painted copy of herself and....well, the entirety of october. those were not good times for her.
whatever, she'll explain this as best as she can when questions come up.)
[ Those claws are different. It's weird. Well, not weird. Red's used to people growing claws. It's just... not usually when the rest of the person looks so human. Although then again... that's also been changing a bit lately. She frowns and taps her fingers against her own glass as she thinks and then responds. ]
...really? No cars? They've been all over the place for the last few decades. Feels kinda strange you wouldn't have 'em. They're fun to drive.
[ The conversation feels a little bit out of place. But might as well. ]
[ well, now. that's a delightful challenge if shylock ever heard one. especially after playing with anyone who's available so far and only sticking to answering one question at a time.
so he smiles genially, and leans back on his seat. ]
Certainly. Why don't you start us off, good sir?
[ he's got nothing to hide, anyway. for the most part. ]
[When's the last time he woke up with someone sleeping next to him like this? Not that long ago, actually. But did it have the same amount of cacophony as this one? Hell no! Red eyes snap open at the initial jostle, tension flaring and muscles hardening as adrenaline pumps through his veins. Wake up! Be ready! He twists his head and body to the side, one hand snapping towards movement and shoving-
Crash! Metal rends in a deafening sound and he barely has time to notice a man-like shape flashing towards the open space before it vanishes. ... What the fuck?! Bakugo pushes himself up with a snarl, taking in his surroundings at a glance. Doors, windows, lights, leather, seats, ceiling- Long ass car meaning limousine?! Swinging his legs around, he barrels his body forward in a lunging stoop towards the door. Only to realize with a rush of cool air and slap of material against his calves, he's completely naked beyond this stupid robe! Goddamn peacock! Fisting that shut immediately until he finds the belt, Bakugo ducks his head and peers out the door, momentarily taken aback at the cars all around. They're in the parking garage...
And peeking out from behind the bastard child of a jeep and a stretch vehicle is the shape recently blown from this one. More alarms are blaring and Bakugo snarls at the sounds. Fuck, it's deafening!]
Hey! What the hell?! [Probably a new guy from that response.] Get away from the car! You're gonna keep setting the alarm off!
[Okay, so Yusuke should- no, needs to stop staring, and blinking, and then staring some more because YES, that is Akira, it's not a ghost, apparition or hallucination due to weird foods and drinks. He's been unceremoniously shoved into a dark blue suit and then an ostentatious white coat was tossed over his shoulders and he was pushed into the casino to "mingle".
Only this mingling is turning out to be troublesome because: one of the guys around the table is eyeing Akira's hand way too greedily (Yusuke learned some shit around here!), a couple of wait staff is nudging everyone to play and drink, and Yusuke needs to get over the fact that it's Akira and weird embarrassment if he's to prevent... well. There's nothing to prevent.
But he should make himself known.]
I don't think you need it, [he says cooly. He's still taller than Akira, and his hair has grown a bit more from being at this place. Yusuke looks... older. And he's shooting the guy across the table a cool, warning look.] But if you insist-
[ oh, what a bold question. however, neuvillette himself seems to recoil upon having voiced it. the reaction isn't overt, but mona still does recognize the flicker of remorse that flashes across his noble features. she pities him once again, but does not fault him, either.
reassuring someone isn't something she often does, but... mona will do her best. ]
It was not difficult. Rather, the opposite. I believe this world accommodates everyone. It will purposefully create situations in which you can find a partner.
[ throwback to the day she arrived here and a magic leash and collar latched her to another guest before demanding mona refer to the stranger as her master. unmentionable events ensued afterwards, lest the charmed item never release them.
there's a hint of a flush in her cheeks, but she does stand proudly. ]
And it is alright. I'm not offended that you asked. I, too, would be concerned about my fate.
[ similarly, shylock is sensing something lowkey sinister from the other man sitting across him. it feels more or less like a miasma surrounding the boy, particularly coming from that concealed eye of is. how curious. and curious western wizards like shylock would like nothing more than to try and take a peek of what's underneath -- but that's rather unbecoming of a gentleman like him, is it?
and thus, he will behave. it's like vibing with the likes of owen and company. it's fine. he chuckles at the result of the dice roll, his smile widening at matoba. ]
My, already? I would've shown you my chest any time if you're so inclined.
[ he's beginning to unbutton his suit and tugs the fabric aside, revealing a certain tattoo underneath. ]
[ of course the cat has scampered his way onto shylock's bed. is this even their room? not that it matters. knowing shylock, it's probably something opulent, like in the fancier parts of town.
he should be happy to see a familiar face, but instead he's taking in a long drag. when he speaks, billows of smoke curl out from his mouth. ]
Silly Murr. I know better than to gamble away my magical artifact. Although, that does raise some questions about our current whereabouts.
[ Painkillers.. coming right up. Right after he polishes off the breakfast. It's true, he is a bro-jock kind of guy with a really high ego, but he also cares a lot for people, especially those who are fans of his. It's not the first time he's ended up in bed with a stranger, especially back when he was younger and at the peak of his career. In fact, Beowulf is probably feeling pretty bad too even if he's quelled his hangover a bit. He's just not used to this lifestyle anymore.
Anyhow, a couple of painkillers end up in Fuuta's palm. Maybe too many. Like six? Don't take all of those at once. There's some shuffling around, and it feels like he's getting out of the bed (if Fuuta keeps his head buried in the fabric, he will definitely feel the weight difference of the other guy getting out of bed.) There's a sound of water running, glass tapping against the night stand, followed by: ]
... So, man, did we bang?
[ LMFAOOO... up to you if you wanted them to bang, fool around, or maybe they both can't even remember what happened either. Anyway, despite his charisma, he sometimes doesn't say the smartest things. ]
[ There is something about Lappland that draws the nose as well as the eye. Especially with Red's sharp sense of smell. Of course, the ears and tail are unusual - but not totally out of the ordinary as far as she's concerned. ]
It's not about whether I know how to use the damn thing or not. It's just not something I'm used to seeing so openly!
[ he takes the glass (it's not his favorite water, unfortunately, but she's doing the best with what they have) and clorinde's hands move to settle behind her back, her posture loose but alert even while under his full attention. anyone would be intimidated bearing the weight of neuvillette's scrutiny, but clorinde takes the time to look at him in turn, both to ensure that he's as fine as he could be under the circumstances and to allow herself a brief moment to feel a certain degree of homesickness. at least, until she stifles it again.
nothing changes with his arrival; her goal remains the same: to find a way back to where she belongs. but until then, it's easy to recalibrate her focus, to feel the familiar weight of purpose again now that he's here. ]
I can say the same for you. [ despite the time that's passed, clorinde looks relatively the same, now in a tailored suit with matching heels. her hair is gathered into a neat braid draped over her shoulder, tied off with a navy ribbon. ] How was your arrival?
[ truthfully, she asked only to be courteous of his situation. his fluster, the initial alarm in his eyes, and the urge to rush out of bed—yes, this is all the behavior of someone thrown completely into a new world, a new experience. mona would have to be stupid not to recognize it. but still... his tone does cause her to huff under her breath. it's like he asked her if she were blind.
she reins in her temper, though, observing as he adjusts the peculiar ring above his head. then, this man gives her the most wavery and half-hearted stare of his life, as if it's truly a struggle to look at her.
hmph. ]
This is my suite, yes. I must assume that you were displaced here. I do not remember you returning to bed with me. [ sorry for the wording, sunday. ] But I will demand you to stay.
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