【 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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They usually do, but there are moments when the staff and management "insist" on "taking care of us". [There's an obvious bite to his words when he talks about the Hotel's staff and hidden 'helpers'. Luckily, they have clothes, compared to some events and moments where people ended up stealing each other's clothes the moment they didn't look.
Yusuke crosses his legs and shrugs off the coat (seriously, it's ridiculous even for him), and tries not to show how flustered he is. It's different to play these 'games' with strangers compared to someone you know. Or care about. And Akira is both, so there is a decent amount of worry building up as they are, apparently, going to play! His hands clasp around his knee as he watches the dice and sighs,]
I do not wish to be blamed if I curse them. My own luck has been lacking.
[They are in the same boat. But, just for fun, he leans over and does blow on the dice shortly.]
[ Fortunately taking the kindness and running with it would be something Hilda would whole heartedly encourage her to do. Especially here. Upon her arrival she had been lucky enough to stumble upon other guests who were in similar situations who had showered her with kindness. It's only fair that she repays it even if she doesn't believe in some karmic force.
News of her arrival definitely has her eyes widening. ]
The trunk of a car?! That's so rude! I can't believe they would do that to someone. If complaining actually did anything around here I'd do it on your behalf.
[ Actually she can considering where they are but... She puts on a brighter smile for her that she hopes is one of reassurance. ]
The muscly seagull lifeguards turned out to be the least of my worries. Why - [ Jokingly she hovers her hands around her face as if worried. ] do I look okay? [ But after a beat the worry dissolves into a flattered smile. ] Thank you. That means a lot coming from someone like you. I'm Hilda, by the way.
( almost as if deliberate, the roulette manager manning the game immediately spewed out the list of prizes, terms and conditions, and wished them both the best of luck. it took all of three seconds for reira to realize what she had gotten into with who she had decided to play with, and gasped as she pulled away from the lever.
it was far too late now and as the needle began to flick against the wheel, it landed on spoon. immediately she was handed a spoon, and left with a dumbfounded look, reira turned towards her companion. )
A spoon?! Just how is anyone suppose to use a spoon?
[ a reprieve from the chaos is exactly what dan heng is looking for, honestly. he's still being forced to be sociable, but that's something that's gotten easier since becoming a nameless, so it does not bother him overmuch. still, this party has been very long..
tapping the card lightly with his fingertip, dan heng soon sits back again, legs crossed. ]
Mm. I would do nearly anything to protect those I love. I take it you understand.
[ Tharja's been observing the roulette wheel, quietly calculating the odds of actually landing on the 'insta-prize,' and she's not thrilled with her results.
She's even less thrilled to be addressed by one of the unlucky players. With nipple clamps?? Now there's a medieval torture device if she's ever seen one. ]
Are you certain? I'm sure I could come up with a hex or three that will convince you otherwise.
( well she certainly had a way to kill the mood and vibe-
for reira, she could care less if anyone truly missed her back home. the only person she could think would care was ren, but frankly she just viewed this as more reason for them to care about her. if and when she finally came back, they would treat her better.
it didn't escape her though, how the other woman might be feeling and she felt for her, she really did. she just didn't want to think about that right now. )
Maybe we were brought in because we're special? Maybe we have something this place needs?
( having lots of hedonistic sex to save their home didn't quite seem right either though. truthfully she was unsure. )
[ well that's rather a striking suit you're wearing, sir. dan heng glances it over, briefly taking note of the card in the lapel - convenient, how it is the partner to his own. when his teal eyes lift again, he nods crisply. ]
I am, yes. Is it obvious?
[ or is this man simply familiar enough with this place and all the faces here that he knows someone new when he sees them? or.. both, perhaps? dan heng certainly has the look of someone with refined and elegant tastes, from the tips of his glassy horns to the tuft at the end of his sleek tail, but looking the part and playing it are two very different things.
though he's remained calm and collected, there's a definite awkwardness about him that anyone with sharp eyes could see. ]
[ Is it that obvious? But she's not sure she likes the sound of "new arrival". It implies people have been around for a longer. And it implies that she might be stuck here. Not a pleasant thought. ]
As of a few hours ago. Or however long it's been. Right before this whole party started.
[ She leans over to watch her play with the cat - and maybe her eyes linger a little on her hair. It reminds her of a certain someone. ]
[ the light is certainly warm and welcome. it's been years since dan heng's exile, yet he still relishes in the feeling of light on his skin, a part of him that can never forget the cold, dismal depths of the shackling prison.
anyway, the bed is very cozy, that's nice too. his eyes flick upward. ]
Oh. Miss Topaz.
[ not a face he was expecting to see. ]
I'm.. sorry if I've disturbed you. I don't recall falling asleep.
[. . . oh? for a moment, Akira's smile fades, one brow raising at the sharpness of Fox's words. huh. . . so the staff here is more than just "a little helpful," are they. . .? weird thing for his subconscious to conjure up, especially when the thought of someone (something?) pushing Yusuke arounds raises his hackles, but. . . is there any point in questioning his own dreams?]
[. . .]
[he gives his head a little shake to dispel those thoughts (though he tucks them away for later) drawing the dice back once they have been properly blessed ("blessed") with luck]
Maybe two negatives will make a positive. [THAT'S NOT HOW MATH WORKS. . . well, whatever, Akira! he lets the dice fly, and--!]
[It's not like Rex isn't trying to get out of there. Being a tall guy with broad shoulders, he's wedged into his seat tightly, and the seatbelt is tight across his arms, trapping him in place. He's trying to at least get an arm free, but he doesn't want to shimmy too much; the robe they gave him is about 4 sizes too small for him, and is already threatening to burst at the seams. It barely comes down enough to reach his thighs and cover the goods. All it'll take is a light breeze for her to see what he's workin with, and that's not what he's up for right now.]
I'm tryin, lass! But this doesn't want to let me go.
[Thankfully, while he's never been in a car, he has been inside a levnis, so he's familiar at least the idea of being strapped in, even if he can't reach the buckle. But her arms seem to be free.]
Can you at least unbuckle me? Then I might be able to get us out of this blasted thing.
[ She doesn't want to be rude or anything. But claws tend to be a little bit of an attention-grabber when the rest of the person doesn't quite match. She gives her glass a little squeeze and frowns. She has to think about it. ]
No kidding? They seem different from the ones I know, but not too different. Although I guess that's kinda just the way it is here? I dunno how you didn't have cars.
[ She's not trying to be rude. It's just a little mystifying. ]
( running water hypemen... he understands, wei wuxian. that was him after he joined the ipc at the fresh age of 18-19, it blows your mind. he gets it.
and you see, the thing is - aventurine could warn him, but what would that really amount to, when it has been certainly many days since the new batch of arrivals, and so far there's nary a chance his new, temporary roommate hasn't eaten? some people contend with it. some people just need to experience the aphrodisiacs the house puts in the food, harmless as though they may be to some.
as for whether they're good, well... ) I have nothing to complain about, so take that as you will. ( sans the drugs!!!!
aventurine sits up properly now, legs out of the bed, checking his belongings as the other man turns chewing into room ambiance. at least the suit he got for the party isn't really damaged (good, because he likes it), and his body doesn't really ache in any way. he doesn't quite appreciate the fogginess in his memories, but context clues aren't so hard to find. )
The House will offer you anything you want, even food you have never seen before. Makes it hard to turn them down, and makes it easier for them to do things like this, without the fear of consequences.
( things like this, he gestures, like putting two strangers on a bed and make them wonder whether they fucked the night before or not. you know, the usual. )
[ always worth fighting, huh... at least that's something they can both agree on. ishmael had done nothing but survive before manifesting here, after all. ]
I get that. But what are you gonna do? Throw a fit over it?
[ not to chide the other woman or anything. just... curious about what she has to say. ]
Might as well enjoy all this while we're still here. Wings know I'll never get the chance to back in my world.
( The sight that Gojou opens the trunk to is a little different from the average newcomer. Jae Ha has completely shed himself of his robe and fashioned it as a makeshift boot, wrapped around his right foot and leg up past his thigh to cover up the monstrosity that was far too visible for his liking. Now, it's surprisingly well covered, though he looks about as ridiculous as possible, curled up in the fetal position, completely nude aside from a single robe-boot. That does mean his dick is sure just out there. )
Hello.
( And yet he greets Gojou with a smooth smile. Honestly, he'd crawled into this abandoned trunk to try and change quickly, shutting himself in— but he had no idea how to get out without making a ruckus like he had earlier. So, he was kind of just waiting here. And he continues to wait like this, too busy taking in the handsome young man who just freed him with such ease! Silence, too... Not a screaming heap of metal in sight. )
What's that? You think I'm beautiful? ( Nobody said that, but he hears what he wants to, sometimes. And since most people would be shutting the trunk on him again by now, he takes this as a moment to shift and try to swing his long legs out of the trunk. )
[uncomfortable, irritated, tie's too tight, pants feel too crisp, and the damn belt's digging into his hipbones. nary is he out of sight from the entry way does bakugo notch a finger under the tie and yank it loose from his throat. a quick pull of his head and tensing of his neck braces the column as he drags the item away completely. he rolls it up and stuffs its entirety into his pocket. feels better, like he can breathe again, once he undoes the top few buttons of his shirt and pulls the dress jacket open. pants adjusted enough the belt's no longer cutting into his pelvis and he heads into the casino proper in a more comfortable version of the previous suit.
no one who knows him would call him a wallflower, permanent scowl etched on his face, red eyes narrowed in a glare roving across slot machines, roulette tables, prize wheels, and card games. antisocial? definitely peeling off from the main hub and taking up nest on the curved side of a bar. bad enough they dragged him and everyone else into this shitshow; now they're supposed to be stuck here for an entire week without break. tch, yeah right. he'll watch them try to keep him here when he's good and ready to go.
he's gone through buildings and leagues before.
a clatter of cardboard box interrupts his thoughts and he glances askew to the guy sliding into the seat nearby. dark hair, light skin, the hell's up with that topknot? ... che, looks like someone ran afoul of the wheel of fortune they call roulette. given the space put between toy and owner, bakugo clocks him for adverse to it. good, a sane person. throwing down a glass of alcohol like it's apple juice.]
You're gonna care as soon as those hours are up. [he snorts in annoyance before bringing his bottled water to his lips.] A suit activation's a fucking pain in the ass.
[Well, Akira will be in for a very rude awakening when he realizes that this dream of his is inexplicably long (although a nice way to explain everything weird going on, Yusuke wishes he had such luxury).
Yusuke's way too invested in the dice and "fate" they'll bring down upon them and his brows scrunch in confusion when he sees 'slap nose'. That's so... ordinary? Ridiculous even. It's nothing like schemes Hotel tend to make.
Before he manages to comment about it, he catches Akira's gaze and brings up a hand-]
...If you give me a nosebleed, I will punch you back. [One of the wait staff mutters something that 'it's not how the game works', but Yusuke ignores him. He plays his own game WITHININ the given game.]
(she's still a canine. canine's and feline's do pick up on the supernatural more, they even can notice when something is off. something that shouldn't be there is just. there. they're dealing with more than just those freaky and ill-mannered hands. though texas follows naturally (she's good at acting as a "date" for a reason) along with where w is headed, there's a lot to take in. didn't matter if it's just the tip of the iceberg. they're all here and dealing with bullshit at an all-time. some might wonder how texas was an heiress before, with some of the filthy words she started saying due to this resort.
they'd be right to wonder that.
texas can only be grateful that none of the other girls from penguin logistics was here next. she would have expected it, truthfully. waking up one day to learning one of them showed up and that, at worse, it might be exusiai. sora can get destroyed by the resort too, this is true, but exusiai would not be the same unlike her. not from how much happens (or how much the resort aims to break people) while staying here. she almost wants to ask does she really think that she's joking? texas doesn't joke about that. not about something that sounds this absurd. which leaves the question, she has a guess or two on what they're doing.
she's seen that joint some of them were smoking and caught the scent of it. honestly, she hates it. texas isn't sure what the hell it is, but she does know that she wants nowhere near it. it spells bad news to her.)
If I had to guess? That joint they're smoking. When they look tired, it peps them back up after smoking it.
(she's rejected staff members asking if she wanted some to replace her cigarettes, she's not going near it with a ten foot pole. too risky. some of the people looked like they were out cold when it wore off. the high from it, that is. that leaves more than enough room for things to get terrible, terrible and almost certainly risky for them. they're still a pair of girls.
and this place is full of freaks, it didn't take a genius to get the idea that sleeping after coming down hard from that can cause someone to think they found a nice "partner". or that's the paranoia talking, damn place has been making her slightly more paranoid than she was back home.)
It's useful when it has to be, since they're nicer to me.
(which means, she can be a willing distraction. like if w did want to go sneaking around some time and needed her to keep security busy.)
Makes things a bit easier if I have to keep them busy for any number of reasons.
[ She sighs and leans back in her chair, taking another drink from her tea. ]
Just feels weird. Like I'm under a microscope or something and I'm being told to perform for someone's entertainment. What do they get out of this whole thing? It's... weird.
[ She pauses, blinks. She hadn't considered that thought, honestly. ]
Wait, frozen? Just... stopped? Or like we go back at the exact same moment?
[ She is not used to this stuff, it is totally alien to her. ]
[give him like a week, he'll figure it out!!! or perhaps he'll figure it out sooner when he realizes not everything about this place is in accordance with his own wants]
[like. . .]
[. . . the dice. . .]
[Akira stares at them with eyes squinted like a man who just had his coffee stolen. then Yusuke lifts a hand, and Akira immediately lifts two, palms facing forward, a small flush blossoming to life on his own cheeks]
I-- I wouldn't--
[he could never!! he already knows that this "slap" isn't going to be much of a slap at all]
Rex turned around to face his... roommate, glaring at him with his one good eye. "You're not helpin' there, l--" Lad? Lass? ...screw it, he'll figure that out later. "--kiddo." Annoyed, he threw the toy out the window, only for a pair of ghost hands to catch it, and toss it right back at him.
"Titan's foot!" He exclaimed, catching the box before he nearly got smacked in the face with his own dick. "What do they even expect me to do with this?"
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