【 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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▶ The top level directory is for new characters only. We want to make sure new characters are prioritized and receive attention! If you would be interested in a game invitation, you can note that in your comment header. This month we also have an ongoing ATP / EMP where players can connect. Please feel free to utilize this for all of your peafowl needs!
▶ If you aren't satisfied with these prompts, please feel free to check out our LOCATIONS to explore more of the resort!
▶ 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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[ it's simplest to stick to the rules, but despite his stoicism, nehan isn't always stocked high in patience. this moves the game along quicker, applies pressure where people might not to expect it. the whole conceit is to find the other person's breaking point before your own.
though, his opponent doesn't read as an easy win. oh well. his voice is soft, and he doesn't smile back. ]
Generous, but all right.
[ he sets the card he's already pulled onto the table, sliding it between them both to read. favorite season? ]
...Starting us off with a freebie. Summer, if I had to choose.
[ she has no gag reflex? damn, that's impressive. even ishmael still has one.
she has to wonder how anyone can find this sexy, though. texas's tongue around her finger does feel nice, and she's all but tempted to press in a little deeper just to check if the other woman really doesn't have a reflex, but to an outsider, this is as exciting as watching a dentist pry around someone's mouth with some instruments. only ishmael here hasn't brought any drills or anything of the sort.
sigh. might as well not prolong both of their sufferings. after stroking texas's tongue a couple of times, ishmael carefully pulls her fingers away, a trail of drool connecting texas's lips and her fingertips together. gross. but maybe that's the appeal right there? an attendant then comes over once more and ishmael washes off her hands and makes sure to sanitize.
there we go. now they can go about this like she didn't just stick her hand into some stranger's mouth just now. ]
...You okay? Just tell me if I went too far. You don't have to force yourself to like it.
Edited 2025-01-17 04:12 (UTC)
im here to macroaggression del, sent by way of one (1) Faltora.
[It's not the first time he's been awoken by way of not knowing where he is. In fact, it happens so frequently here he's just come to expect it by now. Normally this means someone else is in his bed or something, and while this isn't his bed, someone else is here.
Kazuya creeks one eye open as he's yelled at, the epitome of calm and collected.
Hm.
Cat?
No, not quite.
Cat person. Cute...
He's too sleepy to stop himself. Probably wouldn't stop himself even if he wasn't as he reaches out to try and fucking pet the guy yelling at him.]
[god damn it. he doesn't want to be perceived like this!!! there goes all of his cool cred, washed down the drain because he fell stupidly from the sky. way to go, Akira!!! what a first impression to make in a room of extremely cool people!!]
[though. . . the blase, unflappable (lmao) Joker does falter a bit in the face of that stranger's smile. there's no recognition in his features, of course-- but the slight wrinkle in his brow, the small part of his lips, speaks of something going on underneath the surface. it's a familiar-yet-not sensation, something that tugs distantly at the ethereal parts of his mind. something that rings of Fool and World and--]
[and he barely has time to really put much thought into those feelings before this EXTREMELY COOL stranger walks over to clear a bit of frosting from his suit. oh my god]
Wha--
[that gesture breaks the trance, and Akira flusters for a single moment as he lifts a hand to scrub at his soiled garb. great. perfect. he must look so lame right now]
[EVENLY, an attempt at a silly joke to save face]
Thanks. . . but I'm not sure vanilla frosting is really my color.
( Jae Ha is content to wait this out and see what happens. After all, there's some strength that he's admiring here, in the way Gen is clinging to that column up here. )
It takes some arm strength to keep holding on like that. Aren't you getting tired?
( Drawn out a little teasingly, Jae Ha takes a couple of steps to one side, as if to better view him from down here. He'll catch him if it comes to it, again— but he wants to see how he manages it first. Is he still floating? Is he still out of control? Can he keep clinging to that column? )
Kiddo might be the funniest choice Rex could have gone with, as far as they're concerned. At least it's very clear by the way that absolutely impish smile remains right there on their face.
"I wasn't aware I was obligated to be helping." He's reactive and that's something they enjoy, after all. It's almost funnier than watching the toy yeet out the window, only to come right back with a vengeance. He has good reflexes, at least.
"Well," with a soft 'hup,' they slide out of the bed and onto their feet, smoothing down the nightgown they'd awakened in, "I imagine you can use it. Or ignore it, rather than rudely throwing away a no doubt painstakingly crafted gift." Excuse them just sidling up to the taller man to be absolutely unrepentantly nosy about the actual product—more to rile Rex than out of earnest curiosity. They are a little curious, though.
[ as someone who's an easy switch, eiden looks at his "1" with a curious hum and slides it into the pocket of his outfit, deciding to have a good look around—why not if he's going to be dressed to the nines. upon spotting kaveh, he makes a beeline towards him, leaning slightly in towards his ear: ]
Wow—heh, we almost match.
[ holding his hand out like an offer for kaveh's. ]
( Be wary, but don't starve yourself. It's a careful balance, and Jae Ha hesitates for a moment before reaching out to take a piece of something from her plate. It's a little rude, maybe, but he's going to test it for poison, after all! And he doesn't want to leave the space to be stopped. So he pops it right into his mouth. )
( Interesting. How can something in food cause a person to float? Jae Ha isn't sure, but it's not something he puts past this place, after everything else he's seen so far. Setting down the gentleman carefully, he allows that arm grab without a worry, even reaching out with his free hand to steady Sylvain's opposite shoulder.
Stay down. )
Well, I don't mind being a paperweight for now, but just how long is this going to last, do you think?
[ wow, the pinnacle of tender morning afters. nehan's brow hops up in surprise, sleepy and slow until this very moment when, of all things, survival instinct kicks in, but he still only leans away from the harsh crackle of a miniature explosion, the heat puffing out even when it's caged behind fingers.
a surprise, to be sure. an overreaction, perhaps. but he's not unfamiliar with powers, not so cowed that he'll relinquish the very warm covers to this brat. ]
...Some sort of fire magic?
[ don't threaten him with a good time (death). ]
Nevermind. Don't answer that. [ he doesn't care to know, actually? get out of his house. ] Instead, tell me why you're threatening me when you're the one crawling into stranger's beds. [ that is not what happened. ]
[ Sylvain's still getting used to the new room, but it's not all that odd for him to be waking up with someone else these days. 'Waking up' used loosely, of course, because he's not a morning person and he barely stirs when his partner for the night gets up and starts to dress. He spares a sleepy thought for being grateful they're being quiet before that voice breaks the morning's sleepy silence.
And it doesn't take him long to realize that's not a voice he recognizes and therefore... probably doesn't belong to one of the people he normally wakes up next to.
Amber eyes blink open with groggy confusion to stare at the stranger. Trying to place him, or perhaps the events of the night before that had led to this strange morning, perhaps. ]
Uhh. Pretty sure they're new. At least. They have been every other time. Who... are you? Did we meet and I just forgot?
[Rude does the same, little glances here and there. He's never seen a woman so magnificent before. Then again, he doesn't see women very often during or outside of work. His eyes might linger a bit too long as she answers]
Is there a benefit for going along with it all?
[His eyes close for a moment, trying to pull at the memories that seem so far away, and he does remember some sort of game being played though he doesn't remember the fine details. Just being shirtless at one point, and someone using his tie to do things that ties were not meant to do.]
I see. [He clears his throat as he gets to his feet, looking around the room for his pants. Rude decides not to worry about what she can or can't see considering the high probability that the two of them have likely seen each other naked already. His pants are no where to be found.]
[ This is a fidgety little guy, isn’t he? Beowulf can’t help but slowly lift his broad eyebrows as Fuuta readjusts himself. It’s really fine; he doesn’t seem concerned either way. He’s in a little less clothes: just an undershirt and a pair of striped boxer briefs, but that’s just how it is when you wake up in a casino after a party.
He looks locked in. Like he completely understands what Fuuta is saying (he does not.) There’s even a long pause before he actually gets to it and looks at the watch. This is a fancy thing though, isn’t it? Pretty high tech to him since he’s from the 1940’s. He taps at it idly to try and figure it all out. ]
— Wait, you’re saying this thing has a record of who has been getting down and dirty with me?
[ That’s kind of invasive? Yet despite his response, he’s into it. ]
You know, the media has been chasing me for years trying to get the skinny on who I’ve been boning. Kinda crazy this little thing has it all right here if what you’re saying is right.
[ ok but he’s not answering the question because how do you get out of locked screen mode.. help.. ]
[ Sylvain huffs out a frustrated breath that ruffles the bangs on his forehead. he wobbles a little, because when their combined efforts keep his top half down, his feet still struggle to float up behind him.
This is awkward. ]
I have no idea, but I only had a few swallows, so hopefully not long. I was expecting side effects, but this is certainly a new one.
[is the third half preparing for a THIRD OPTION, because Akira is a master of those!!]
[and truthfully. . . he wouldn't dare be so bold if he didn't think that this was all just a very elaborate dream (although that belief in dream: currently wavering). but he deeply does not want to slap Yusuke in the nose, and the talk of "punishments" has him a bit concerned. so. . . he does, in his mind, the next best thing!!]
[he invokes the trap card PLAY ON WORDS]
[with hands pressed against the sides of Yusuke's face, and a very quickly muttered apology-- sorry, I'm so sorry-- he leans in to "slap" the lightest kiss known to mankind on the tip of Fox's nose. he's gone from Yusuke's personal space in an instant, back across the table with hands resting against the dice, looking rather pleased with himself]
[. . . the casino staff is less than impressed. sir, that is not--]
What? I slapped a kiss on his nose. That counts.
[no, it's not--]
Hn. Sooooounds like someone doesn't know how to think outside the box.
A kiss, right off the bat? Well, from a lovely young lady like yourself, I don't mind.
( And considering the fact that he's 188cm of muscular noodle over here, he should be considerate and lean down indeed! He does, or even crouches if it's too much of a difference, looking... a little too excited about this little kiss on his nose? He's got this pleased little smile on his face, anyway.
As he's waiting, though: )
Do any of the commands on these dice worry you, dear?
[ Broca just looks more baffled now. He's familiar with prostheses, but he's never heard of a full head prostheses. Where he's from if you try to swap out your head with something else, you'll usually die. There's maybe one exception to the rule, and it's not a man that Broca has personally met.
He'll let it slide for now. ]
Did it cough you up the first time?
[ >This is said in such a serious tone that it should be clear this man is not saying that to be a cheeky joke. He is asking in all sincerity. ]
[ Sylvain's not a morning person, so he's definitely not the first to wake. he's also a bit of a cuddler after his months here (thanks Basch) so despite being naked as well, Jing Yuan will likely wake to the redhead wrapped around him like he's his own personal teddy bear. Plush lion? Whatever.
One amber eye peers open at the rumble of an unfamiliar voice and he should probably have some sense of shame right now, but he'd outgrown that at least a decade ago.
Which is why he just burrows deeper into the stranger's chest with a disgruntled sound of complaint. ]
I do! It looks like fun! [ genuinely, it does!... or maybe she's a bit of a pervert. a little of both, let's say. ] And there's nothing particularly wrong about liking a bit of fun, you know.
If you want, I'll spin it and use whatever I get if you're cautious about it. Not to worry, I'll be gentle!
[ she will! trust!!!
well, unless red is particularly cute while bullied. which she might just suspect is the case. ]
I couldn't just stand by and watch as a beautiful young woman floated away.
( In other words, it's not a problem. Jae Ha sets her down with care, careful to keep his hands at her shoulders as if to test if she's still got any of that float left in her. If she does, he'll keep his hands here to keep her down! If not, he'll give her that freedom. He's respectable, even if a flirt. )
Still, I never imagined a drink could cause something like this. ( He doesn't know about redbull commercials. He glances over to some of the ones being served, and most prominently is: ) The champagne?
he should write a guide on how to confuse everyone in less than 6 seconds
[Okay so dreaming- yeah, it may be a plausible theory right now. Yusuke doesn't register the staff sputtering in confusion and murmuring between each other how 'that's not the right dare' and 'the other sides of dice can give you that' and so on and so forth. He's too preoccupied staring at Akira because that was lightning fast and he's not even sure if it happened.
...it had to have happened otherwise the staff wouldn't make a ruckus, right?
He opens his mouth to say something, but closes it, then repeats that a few times as he, too, is trying to decipher how "slap" is a "kiss" in any context of this dare. Maaaaybe if he stretched it out and went waxing poetic at it, but even that is a bit...
All in all, Yusuke's sitting there, still slightly leaned forward, with now growing flush on his face, wondering how such an innocuous thing could get this reaction out of him.]
It sure is creative thinking...
[There's thinking out of the box, and there's taking a running start, jumping on the trampoline, and leaping out.
The staff is still debating whether it's right or wrong, but Yusuke's lips finally twitch into a small, shy smile. And he extends his hand, ignoring the bickering-] I believe it's my turn now.
[ wow. even though he remains prim and proper all throughout, it's hard to miss how excited he is when it comes to the Melusines. wings know how they look like, though, if they don't look anything like humans. ]
They seem harmless, too. Good to hear that your homeland is welcoming to all sorts of people from entirely different backgrounds.
[ they seem harmless too, unlike the bloodfiends she'd encountered in the City, vampires who fail to quench their blood no matter how much they try to get along with humans. but that's not ishmael's story to tell -- just her observations with what she'd seen and experienced thus far.
anyway, it's her turn to answer his question. she heaves out a sigh. maybe she should let the guy yap on about melusines so that she won't have to answer something so... intrusive. ]
As for that question earlier, assuming that it wasn't just talking about poultry... I'd have to say the chest area. But the other two are just as important.
[ yeah, that should do it. doesn't have to be all about a woman's mamaries either. manboobs are also ideal 🙂↕️ ]
you should never be (and i think we threaded back in prisma years ago LOL)
I … am totally going to pretend that you did not just say that to me!
[ DUMB.. IDIOT.. but help, she is asking for an introduction, and he can’t help but make it flashy!! Announcer voice is ON, and I can’t believe he’s doing this while her tits are out. ]
Weighing in at 287 lbs of pure muscle, 6’7” of sex appeal— you know him all as the New Meridian champion of the ring— the undefeated, the man, the myth, the legend— it’s BEOOOOOOWULF—!!
[ he’s gonna do it, he’s gonna howl, hangovers be damned. ]
[ she's really just leaving him shirtless out here, damn. he probably worked hard to find that dress shirt? now he's just exposed… cold… ]
I'm under the impression that both are supposedly standard fare here, so maybe we'd be the weird ones for thinking that way? Oh well.
[ As it turns out, the braid doesn't really serve any purpose other than keeping his hands occupied. Lacking a tie to secure it, he eventually lets her hair fall loose with a laugh, the remnants of it lingering before it fully comes apart. Either way, hope she enjoys rocking some kind of duality with her hair right now, with it half neatly "combed" and half unapologetically bedhead.
That's what she gets for her lack of reaction to being pampered by a hot guy…… Life's so hard, man. ]
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