【 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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[ She grimaces and lifts her mug and takes a quick swig. ]
Whether it's for yourself or someone else. Like Hell I'm gonna just sit back and bask. Some rest and relaxation is fine, but... not when it involves this. It feels way too excessive, you know? Even if they're not watchin' that closely.
[ it's grab texas or faint like a sun-scorched lily, dammit. or it's just theatrics, while w's questionably capable mind tussles with the revelation texas has so kindly bestowed upon her. she's never been stuck anywhere— well, there was the one time, but that was less stuck and more stuck to someone, enchanted, really, by their presence and their power, and...
no losing it now. that's for later, when she's strung this whole place up with explosives and skittered her way into some dark crevice to watch the whole place go up like a lateran lantern. it'll be the second greatest fireworks display of her life.
she's not dumb. she knows there's worse texas isn't telling her. and if the threat of being auctioned off like human chattel is the frank and simple truth, what kind of twisted new rock bottoms await her?
turns out she does have a second. just as long as it'll take to reduce this fucking hellhole to rubble. her eyes darken coldly. ]
I don't fucking think so. We're getting out of here. I guess you can come with me.
[ ugh, good allies, how dare. ]
Don't mention a word about it to your friends. [ a searching look. ] ... Our friends? In fact, act casual. Try a smile or something, I'm pretty sure we're supposed to be at a party.
[ she forces a greasy rictus grin, her hand turning to a means to steer texas into the party proper — how sus do they look, glowering against a wall? ]
[ Unfortunately for Panty, he loves this kind of aggressive energy. You wanna tussle? He will tussle! He's a champion wrestler after all. Also, he appreciates the peep show going on there. Should he also expose himself? Wouldn't that just be straight up sex at that point? Hell, maybe he does want some.
Panty manages to get a few shakes in before he also settles his alarming large hands on her shoulders. All anger has subside because if someone wants to get physical? He is down to get physical. ]
You heard me! Ain't no way this big bed was made for just you. You probably wanted to stay the night with me!
[ like hell he can remember what happened last night, though, whoops. ]
[Orihime is so excitable, Kyoko can't help but find it endearing. There's another young lady she reminds her of, though Kyoko hasn't seen her in approximately a year. There's a slight smile on her features as Orihime responds.]
It wouldn't be too difficult to find some in the resort.
[ Carefully, skillfully, she takes a card, flipping it to read out the question. ]
"What is your greatest wish?"
[ World peace, she supposes? That feels so impersonal, that's what she wants for the sake of her home, but personally? ]
To reunite with a partner.
[ That feels much more true to her. ]
And you?
it's ok the high interest rate is to have a really cool credit card to flex!!! totally worth it!!
And so begins the argument of where intimacy begins and where it ends. We all see it differently, don't we?
( what rude doesn't know is that he has the answer on the tip of his tongue already; that for aventurine, intimacy has nothing to do with the intimate act of sex, where two people lay bare before each other and expose their physical vulnerabilities. intimacy has to do with the heart, with something more fragile and delicate.
a lack of intimacy during sex is much easier; names make you closer to people, gives them form and shape. it introduces them to a person's life, and binds them to it.
maybe aventurine is indeed bothered by it.
at least, there's something distracting in the way he finds the fact he's the one entirely clothed amusing. if only rude knew it's totally the opposite with tseng. just turks thing, etc. aventurine leans in, and plants a surprisingly gentle kiss on his elbow. )
It makes me wonder what intimacy means to you, my friend.
crying as joker wonders if he missed fox's latest growth spurt-- 1/2
[it sure is a perfectly solid Joker! perhaps a slightly distracted one as his hands still, brows raising as he gives Yusuke a good once-over, noting the longer hair and the slightly older features. hm. . . that's different. certainly it hasn't been that long since they parted ways in Shibuya Square, after their adventurous summer road trip? what is his dream world imagination doing, here?]
[. . .]
[a small head-tilt, then a decisive nod to himself. whatever that means!!]
[ if he fits, then he sits. this is not a murr thing. this is now a robin thing. after all, he can be adventurous when he wants to be! there's nothing wrong with meeting a stranger. at the very least, it's one that looks pretty accommodating to him? that he's equal parts curious and careful; two qualities that robin can't say he shares in the same proportions. 'careful' should be wary of him. ]
Um. Something I've never told anyone about myself...
[ taps his chin! ]
... I think graveyards are really peaceful. I liked running around in them when I was little.
[ is that. is that too morbid? it's a fond memory, at the very least. ]
[a cheeky li'l grin stretches across his features, and he draws one hand away to present the two die resting perfectly in his palm. if he notices the guy across the table eyeing him, he is dutifully ignoring it]
[or. . . perhaps he just feels a bit comforted by Fox giving a warning on his behalf. that's his thief!!]
Hn. . . I don't know. My luck has always been pretty E-rank.
You look good-- [wait. can't call him Yusuke, that doesn't fit the vibe of this dream] -- Fox.
[ The plop of pills into his hand does, at least, earn a muffled grumble that might have been a 'thanks' before Fuuta raises his head from the bedsheets. Squints at the pills -- six, way too many, what the hell, he'll take three -- and pops them in his mouth, planning on swallowing them dry --
then promptly does a spit-take upon that innocuous question, launching them off to be lost somewhere amidst the plush carpeting. So it's a good thing Beowulf gave him too many to start with, actually! ]
Wh -- the hell kind of stupid question is that?! [ Well, that sure woke him up and got his ass moving. Sheer embarrassment has Fuuta scrambling to sit up; even with the hungover pallor to his face, his cheeks are flushed hot as he shoots the other a dirty look. ] What do you mean, 'did we' -- of course we -- ...
[ ... actually, he has no idea how to answer that question! Because I think it'd be funniest if they don't remember anything, and now have to deal with Schrodinger's smash. Fuuta's jaw drops as he slowly realizes the last few hours of his memories from last night are a blank slate, and he groans (again) as he slowly buries his face in his hand. ]
[Can they really expect people to stay in this stupid casino for an entire week? Drag them to the doors every morning if they have to, but at least let them go back to their rooms at night! Not without a major fight. And a major fight is the option he took yesterday to force his way out. Morning again, this time with less forced "encouragement" as he heads back into the casino, enduring the normal fussing over his not-black-tie attire before returning to the floor. Yesterday's venture around the games proved roulette the better option than the slots, even if he ended up with more sex toys than anyone would need before hitting one of those insta-prizes...
As it is, Bakugo's scowling at a box in hand as if he's going to set it the entire thing aflame with his eyes alone. First spin of the day and this shit's his reward. Yeah, he'll leave other extras to warm the game up for him instead. A whistle spears his attention and he lifts his head, one ashen blonde brow arching into his spiky hair. Someone calling a waiter or was that a game making the noise? ... A man. He lowers the box and approaches the table, red suit a stark contrast to gold decor as he glances over green felt and brown rims. Dice? Ah crap! Not the damn dirty dice game again! Last time was embarrassing as fuck!]
I played it before; it sucked. [Lips curl in a snarl as Bakugo moves to the other side of the table. Look, if he's going to blow bad luck, might as well do it with something that won't eat his money.] I'm not doing anything gross.
[ sometimes when one tries to blend in by appearing as boring as possible will achieve the opposite effect of attracting nosy, curious people -- but luckily for sunday, shylock is not one to pry. rather, he's got all the time in the world to let people confide in him once they're ready.
for now though, it is apparent that this boy is not ready for... all of this, really. ]
Mm, that may be so. But it's going to take more than a stick of nicotine to turn me into stone. Though I will say that cigars aren't exactly to my taste...
[ he quietly bemoans. and yet, he whispers a single word and the cigar is lit in his hand as if by magic (because it is). ]
And while I do like mingling with people, new and old, I have to confess that I like the solitude in times like these. [ he smiles. ] You don't mind if I keep you company, do you? Don't worry, I'll keep this cigar well away from you somehow.
[That phrasing is distinct enough to get the point across, even if it isn't as outwardly crude as much of what he's encountered these last few miserable days. Flustering over something that slight, given the apparent nature of this place — Sunday controls himself. If he cannot alter or effect his surroundings, then at least he has this: a discipline wielded over his own reactions.
She asks him to stay, and he hesitates, mind halfway out the door for how quickly it seems he's prepared to leave, running from that sight of the young woman's figure on the bed.]
... When you make demands, do those around you usually listen? [It isn't sharp, though. Only a little tired.] Tell me what you want. I'll at least hear you out.
[ six months without her pistol and now she finally has one.
well, not exactly. kizuna could probably feel it—the moment the gun is placed in clorinde's hands, something slots back into place, a missing piece that's been restored. the weight of the gun is familiar, cool metal against her skin, and yes it's a prop and a model she's never handled before, but it's a very convincing one; clorinde would have smiled if they weren't surrounded by staff and guests at the roulette. she's a woman of simple needs and desires, but he already knows that, of course.
which is how they've somehow found their way to beak after finally dodging staff and waiters alike at the party, a bottle of wine filched from the refreshments table and their fancy clothes the only indication that they were there at all. clorinde stands at the archery range, prop gun in hand as she faces kizuna standing at the target. ]
You're certain about this? [ there's some amusement beneath the dryness, not uncertain so much as a little incredulous. ] You've never seen me use one before. I could have terrible aim.
[ lmao. ]
high class oasis, rufus counts for my turks bingo. kinda. even if they've met b4
( truth be told, aventurine doesn't really care about the exuberant luxury the face cards are given within the resort - he has been an ace for a month now, and there's something to the way the staff now treats him that is so superficial it tastes foul on his tongue.
but he can't be blamed for partaking in their shallow demonstration of wealth through unhealthy gambling now, can he? not when he seeks the thrill of it, the high risk and the higher reward in the ecstasy in putting his life on the line every single time, and coming out of it victorious (or, at times he would argue, an unfortunate loser).
that's a thing from the past, though, as aventurine leaves one of the tables where he had just been gambling to see a familiar face lounging about. that's one extra glass of champagne that he brings rufus, offering him with a particular grace of someone who knows his etiquette. )
Wriothesley's friend, ( remember when they fucked him on his birthday. good times. ) Rufus, was it? We didn't have the chance to chat much before.
(there's definitely more. too much. she doesn't mention it, but she knows the wildcard auction at the time was something that hasn't returned yet. somehow. that's been a surprise for her, especially since she got to know that wasn't the first time they did an auction. it doesn't feel like it'll stay the last from what she's gathered. they might just be not doing it for the time being. unless that's more for special occasions with the wildcard's, that's also likely. not something she wants to think about.
a positive is that amiya is too young to be there from the other thing she's gathered.
that won't go well for anyone from knowing how her empathy works. anyway, the thought about amiya aside? she's got a feeling w is biting off more than she can chew. they did mention playing the game would give everyone a chance at returning, perhaps, but it didn't feel like it was that simple. texas knows better than to believe in something that sounds too good to be true. she's grown used to that.
people would say all the time that they would wish for anything under the sun, but the problem is that anything close to granting those desires sounds like it's never worth the effort.
which includes....well, what w is talking about. she's gotten the idea on how to blend in and play the game enough. the issue is that it's cellinia. she rather die than be vulnerable. that's how she's always done it, that's not changing now. the auction aside, she's got a few things in mind and will at least keep quiet about w's thoughts on escape.
better not mention that, given they'll have a taller order in figuring out what to do without alerting the house.)
We are, 168 hours of partying. I tried to avoid coming in, but the ghosts grabbed me and dragged me along. Yes, this is me mentioning this place is haunted.
(she doesn't smile, but she does ease up on her annoyance and frustration. just enough to seem like her usual, eyes on the crowd and guests. some of the staff were giving her glowing looks. they always did that due to her rank, which means....yeah, she should tell w about that too.)
Ranks decide everything about how you're treated. Face cards are given the best, overzealous fan club included. My rank is near them, even if it's just rank nine, whereas the lowest of two gets the worst. Wildcards can get amazing treatment by anything except security since they're new blood until they get a rank and card suit.
[ oh, now that's interesting. the gap between this cutie and his thoughts regarding his past with graveyards paint a unique picture in shylock's mind, and he can't help but lean in closer. ]
Well, you aren't wrong about that. In well-kept graveyards, most humans would leave flowers, candles, and prayers to their loved ones who have passed on. I understand why you think it's peaceful.
[168 hours is too many fucking hours to be trapped in a goddamn noisy casino. having to fight like hell every night for escape through the doors (which he proudly did each time because fuck you hotel) means staying in apart from that departure was the lesser of two evils. he's not a people person, preferring his own space and time. so much noise and light, drinks and food, games and talk, left his head spinning and temper flaring. hell, he doesn't remember anything about last night, save for somewhere something ended with a "BOOM!" and he didn't give a shit. sleeping in feels so good. warm in bed, pillow dragged closer to his head, blankets around his waist, and a freezing patch of cold turning one cheek into melted winter-
JERK!! bakugo snatches his head away in a reactive powerful flinch and deliberately shoves his shoulder to his face, wiping the liquid away. red eyes crack open and irises roll to the side in a dangerous narrowed glare within his shadowed bangs. who the fuck is in his bed? how's he gonna kill them for this? ... one hand lifts from the covers before "ka-snap spat spark KA-BOOM!" a small explosion detonates in his palm amid curled fingers.]
Die. [he'll raise your worst bedside manners to atrocious.]
[ And the painkiller pills are out of the ring, ladies and gentlemen! Disqualified. Beowulf sits on the edge of the bed and he thinks about it too. He remembers being pretty rowdy in the gaming area, but his liver isn't as strong as it used to be when it comes to drinking hard liquor. Beer is another story considering he spends his washed up days lounging around his messy house sipping on 6-packs.
But yeah, nothing is coming up after that. He vaguely remembers meeting this guy but nothing else passed that.
His hands fold together, maybe a little embarrassed at the question itself, but moreso the answer he's gonna give. Beowulf rubs a single finger under his nose, looking away. ]
Well... sometimes I just like to cuddle.
[ THIS MONSTROUS GUY SOMETIMES JUST LIKES TO CUDDLE... alright. ]
[The ins and outs of how Akira was here, then gone, then here again can be (or rather, must be) left to be addressed at a different moment. Right now, there's too many people, too many 'games' being played and Yusuke might lose Akira to the crowd if he doesn't pay attention.
At least the other guy gave up once he saw they know each other.]
Well, that only means your skill overshadows it. [As if Yusuke will let Akira put himself down for a silly dice game.
He blinks at the compliment and remembers that he actually did get "bedazzled!!!" treatment by the oh-so-helpful hands, and can't help a light flush in his cheeks.] Not my choice of wear, the casino insists. [...] But thank you, Joker. [It's easy to slip back into the thief nicknames. He kind of missed it.] You look good yourself.
[His eyes return to the dice Akira's been waving around- the staff is watching them (secretly?) to see if they're going to flake on the game or cheat. Yusuke's brain is not processing that he's going to be the recipient of the fate the dice decide, should Akira play the game.] Should I still...? [he awkwardly motions at the dice.]
[ This is certainly the longest mandatory party Edelgard has attended and she is long past the need for a quiet cup of tea. She's helped herself to a limited edition pastry, seemingly harmless, and had a few chocolate-dipped berries and taken the time to freshen up. She's sitting more or less across from Red, her long gloves still on as she sips her tea, something of her typical proud posture and regal manner softened as she uses a feather tickler as a cat toy to lure an adorably playful orange and white kitten over toward her chair.
At Red's question she looks up, feeling as though she's missed something while she's been focused on the cat, and then pieces it together. ]
Our captors haven't thrown a party quite like this one in a while. Are you a new arrival?
( favored or no it's her intent that matters, and he's very appreciative of her intent. unlike the intent of the resort earlier. the recent memory is enough to make him sigh, eyes fluttering closed briefly in resignation. )
Less than ideal. Though I did learn quite a bit regarding the interior functions of the vehicle known as a 'car'.
( perhaps they could consider implenting a few of those functions on the aquabus routes back in fontaine. so....yes, he's as well as can be, given the circumstances. how long things will last that manner remains to be seen, but he can at least say in full confidence that he has no intention of sitting around complacently while he has a task yet to complete.
finally, with the conversation turned towards some semblance of normal, he takes a sip from his water. it lacks a certain depth of flavor, but the temperature is satisfactory enough. )
And yours?
( there's no reason to assume her length of stay has been longer than his. )
They do. [ an instant answer! ] I am a genius astrologist. Any demand I make should be heeded.
[ with that said, mona gestures towards him and then down at the platters of food. beside the delicious, still steaming breakfast, there appears to be a little... first aid kit, of sorts? and with a migraine beginning to thrum in her temples, she'll certainly need to use it. ]
Sit and have breakfast with me. We will exchange introductions, and then I will ask a few simple questions.
[ but she doesn't stop there, oh no. mona begins to move under the bedsheets, sliding her legs to the side of the mattress before rising to her feet. she is clad in only her nightwear.
Having grown up in the slums of Zaun, Ekko wasn't a stranger to getting in trouble. He did have something of a sixth sense fr when he was about to be caught, but that didn't kick in this time. Rude was too quiet, and Ekko was too into what he was doing to even notice. When the voice cut through, it startled him, enough that his head shot up and banged right onto the hood of the limo.
"Ow!" Ekko rubbed his head as he looked over at the guy who interrupted him, giving him a look as he eyed him up and down in that outfit. "Man, don't sneak up on me like that!"
(aquabus is a completely different thing, that is more a ferry and related to fontaine itself. arlecchino is nursing her own champagne casually, small sips while they converse and think. she did notice the attention on her hands, maybe she should request some gloves. she ought to if people would stare at them. in tevyat they learned quickly to avoid staring for too long, the knave does not take kindly to it. here would be different. perhaps that would be better if she did hide them, it might take some attention off her.
not enough to make a difference, though. the staff and guests are avoiding her for a reason. her usual reason, anyway. she's quite....frightening to deal with. intimidating, or oppressive might fit arlecchino better. that sounded better in the latter case.)
My home is different, admittedly. From our weapons to our methods of transportation, there is no in-between on it. It took me time to learn how to open that limo I was inside of up.
(without breaking the door, she figured that she shouldn't.)
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