【 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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[ Standing in front of the sex toy roulette wheel, Keita furrows his brow and considers the various options. Unlike dice and lightning, a roulette wheel isn't truly random, but there are so many possible futures, all of them equally likely—it makes it nearly impossible for him to evaluate and determine which is most likely to come true.
Ordinarily, this sort of uncertainty would make Keita turn his back and walk away. And to be honest there is a part of him that wants to even now, to just remove himself from this potentially extremely awkward scenario before it has a chance to actually be awkward. But he's trying, these days. He's trying to be more social, to get to know people, to be less prudish about the whole conceit of this place (a hilarious concept indeed given Keita's own proclivities, but it is what it is).
So instead of walking away, Keita just sighs and, after a moment, turns to a nearby fellow onlooker to say, ]
Would you like some moral support in this endeavor? Or, perhaps more honestly, would you mind being mine?
— wildcard & ooc; COLLECTED MISCELLANY
[ ooc: hello i guess i cant say no to a tdm even though i'm going to be on a business trip for the next 2 weeks and also on hiatus in february lmao... tag at your own risk!! i will definitely tag back, just less quickly than i usually do!!
as always, feel free to wildcard anything that seems appealing to you, and hit me up by pm or at maehwa if you want to plot! ]
[ it doesn't take murr very long to figure out how to make the window go down, opting to do that than let ishmael into his purrsonal vehicle. as the opaque barrier lowers, it reveals a grinning cat whose eyes immediately dart up to her forehead before going down to her lips, then toward her chest. ]
Oh hi! [ wow. she's got a lot of hair? murr imitates that motion, though he clearly runs out before she does. ] Inside my car? I dunno, you weren't in here before me. Unless you were?
[ tilting his head to one side, he narrows his eyes as that smile widens. ]
Is something bothering you?
[ she's not doing a good job of hiding it. he's going to pounce, obvs. ]
(seems like she always gets dragged into something, against her will by now included. the ghosts were rather pushy, more than their usual when cellinia finds herself brought into this party. her suit is nice, flourishing, and fancy for someone of her rank. rank nine meant that she gets more perks than some, but she isn't close enough to face cards just yet. maybe it's not that surprising she hasn't left rank nine yet because she prefers it that way. not too much trouble, unseen mostly for things without too many worries.
but, that's enough about that. what she's doing is trying to find a spot that she can be away from the crowd at. her cane taps the ground, and she almost feels like she's more out of place just wearing this. the stupid top hat included. while texas can say she knows these parties too well (being the sole daughter and child meant she must) they were never her kind of scene. not the way some could get in them. the expectation had been for her to find a future partner at another time and place, of course she hates the idea. she always would.
anyway, what she does is she looks rather apologetic for bumping into you while attempting to find a corner to hide in. that's her usual, even with alcohol and the like involved. she preferred club settings for heavier drinking, and she almost certainly would not be trying the drugs she sniffed around in the air.)
You get dragged here then too?
b. high rollers got that style.
(why was she in there? she's a rank below the number necessary for entering the oasis, but they didn't spot her coming in. seems like the guards missed it, but it did seem far better than what texas was dealing with downstairs. maybe not where she wound up at. she's in the parlor, the women there asking immediately to touch her tail, or her ears. texas of course tenses, and they got the idea to not be persistent. she's never done good on that without being eased into it, others were saying how cute they look while the wolf sits quietly with a thing of champagne.
and maybe a thing of chocolate that they pushed her way, that wasn't a surprise she took to it immediately in how her eyes lit up. the comments on her being adorable came back, but she's brushing those off as being people who didn't realize she's anything except for that. while she's eating her chocolate treats, she did look over in your direction next to her thoughtfully before:)
Did you want some? They pushed a lot on me and said I looked like I needed to eat more sweets.
(that or they really wanted her to stuff herself on chocolate and alcohol, for whatever reason they had in mind. any intentions can turn bad in this resort, she's learned this fast. never been her idea of a good time whenever they have to force something down their throats that screams trouble.)
c. world's unfriendliest alarm clock.
(having her own space meant that things were nice, the not so nice part is her immense confusion on the sorry ass state of her main bedroom. well. that, and feeling like her head was pounding before she catches the scent of someone else in there. someone who....was right beside her before immediately on instinct shoving you out of her bed. she reacted too quickly to tell if it's friend or stranger, but she's almost certainly embarrassed by being there and undressed with another person.
just. give her a second to calm down, she doesn't do this normally. not whenever it comes to having guests, visitors, or just about anyone staying over for the night. this just wasn't what she texas had expected to wake up to. not after that constant party, or after the alcohol that she was having shoved down her throat.)
Sorry.
(that's all that she could say about it, before she sees the "hangover cure" left on her nightstand with a brow raised. when did she get that? she doesn't remember seeing a paper bag before she crashed (hard at that) into her mattress. might as well not question it or dare to look at it.
she has a feeling this is anything other than a hangover aid.)
d. wildcard.
as always feel free to bring your own, like mentioned i'm open to most prompts in! general perms/kinks here. if you'd like to plot out something closed, feel free to also hit me up at entropist or pm me!
( there is little doubt in reira's mind that the last place she had been in, was one of the numerous hotels she had been living out of for the last few years of her life. the routine was always the same — the band would go on tour or perform at an event, they would go to an after party and play pleasantries with fans and the powerful men in suits, then reira would go to her room to ruminate on her loneliness for yet another night.
however today was different; instead of thousand count silk sheets pressed against her body, and the sound of her personal assistant banging on her door, she woke up in a tight, dark space. confused and disoriented, she opened her eyes and realized she was in a bathrobe of all things-
surprisingly not unusual given her tendency to call a hotel room her home. what was surprising was the fact that no matter how far she moved her hands out, all that she could feel was the cold metal of what appeared to be a trunk. the trunk of a tiny and petite maserati mc20. after holding her breath and debating on what to do, the sound of people speaking could be heard. it was possibly her worst nightmare coming true— she had been kidnapped. )
Hello? Hello-
( she managed to squeak out before the panic began to settle deep within her. she wasn't ignorant to who she was and how well known she was [she just didn't realize that here she was a nobody], and coming to the conclusion that she was being held for ransom, she began to kick and punch the inside of the trunk, making an excessive amount of noise. )
Let me out of here! That idiot Takumi isn't going to bother paying you in exchange for me! He'll easily find another singer to lead his band, so let me out!
— party forever; twig (cw: drug use, angst)
( it was hardly a herculean task to convince reira to indulge in whatever glamor and parties this place had to offer, especially now that she knew she wasn't in danger or being held for ransom. she was in fact, one of the first few people to openly come in and allow herself to be dressed up like a doll— with her long pink waves tightly coiled into a bun, large gold hoop earrings dangling from her ears, and a tight black corset dress accenting her curves, she was difficult to miss.
what was even more difficult to miss was just how flirtatious she was being towards anyone she happened to encounter during her leisure around the phoenix casino hall. with a voice that sounded like a soft bird, large doe eyes fluttering towards anyone who looked at her, she was a seductive force to be reckon with. but the care-free attitude didn't last for very long the moment she was offered a hit of of the new drug that was being peddled.
at first it made her feel high and as light as the music she sang to, but soon the waves came crashing down on her and she was seen slumping around one of the pool tables that was empty, a hand to her face as tears poured from her eyes. unbeknownst to anyone, she was a woman in heartbreak. if anyone approached her, they would hear her sing some kind of sad song with a beautiful tone, but with chopped up words. )
— hangover aftercare (waking up in vegas)
( sprawled out on a bed full of glitter, reira laid out fully naked on her stomach, only her long hair serving to cover her backside. the sheets were cold from the lack of covers, with the only thing keeping her warm was the body next to hers [or under her, or over her]. she was deep into sleep, snoozing away after a long 168 hours of partying, singing, and crying.
the smell of hot, steamy food that began to fill the room she was in and finally the air-headed chanteuse was finally awake, eyes strained from the night before. lazily, she reached out for a cup of water that was on the tray in front of her. however instead of taking the glass like a normal person and drinking from it, the moment her arm brushed against the person she was with, she immediately jolted up from bed, spilling said water all over the other person. )
What the hell-
( she stood before her companion fully nude, gasping for air before reaching for a towel on the floor and using it to cover herself. )
Who are you? Where am I? How....how did I end up here naked?
— wildcard
( if none of these prompts work for you or you'd prefer to do something else, feel free to reply with your own starter or hit me up on fuels or pinkwestwood (@) discord for a starter. kinks | opt-out/permissions found here. open to f/m, f/f, etc. )
[ Oh, that's definitely the sound of a distressed lady. A distressed lady.. in his bed? He can't remember much after a certain part of the evening; he's not in his 20's anymore! Good Goddesses. He probably got too carried away in the moment last night. What was the name of his bed mate? It's not coming to his mind at all.
Though, he's rather compliant because he doesn't want this stranger upset; he's got a problem when it comes to people pleasing, after all. He sits up, slowly, but gives Ishmael a rather sleepy and dazed expression. The headache is killing him, it's true, but he can't help but still be riding high from the excitement last night. The flashy clothing, the fun games, all the food and alcohol.. he's MISSED this! ]
Morning, sweetheart.
[ pardon me .... ]
How you feeling, uh..
[ WHAT IS HER NAME... never mind, another pet name will have to do until he remembers.. i'm so sorry ishy... ]
( a simple repetition of the other man's words, but the single word is laden with consternation, shot through with a thread of disbelief. like a stone dropped into a placid lake, sending ripples across the surface.
they meet infrequently as it is, business between the palais and the fortress smooth enough for written communication to suffice most days, but he's sure that he saw wriothesley not but a few weeks ago, and doubly sure that wriothesley, for all his dry humor, would not use the phrase unless he actually meant it as such - a long while.
the more he hears, the more concerning it all becomes. )
If you're referring to how long I've found myself a 'guest' ( a touch of displeasure drips from that word ) of this resort, then a few days at most.
[ thank the wings broca encounters who is most likely the most ordinary sinner from the titular bus. after everything she's seen and experienced in the City, a place like this may as well exist in some pocket dimension. catboys (or catmen in broca's case???) are the least of her problems rn.
and right now, she just... blinks slowly at his answer, unimpressed. she did say she won't pry, but come on man, give her something more to work with! ]
How did it go? Did your relationship with that person improve?
Gen's foot bounces lightly against the chair leg the minute Hank makes a comment about this place making him do things. Here in the casino section there's a lot of free wheeling and dealing, but most of the games don't seem to make people do anything, even if they punish them monetarily for failing to comply, but he can't make any promises for the type of coercion that's tossed the old guy's way later down the line.
He stops the soft tapping of the back of his heel against the chair when Hank makes up his mind, whether the goading accidentally worked, or the man came to the decision on his own is hard to say, but this time Gen's laughter is barked out instead of a quiet snort.
There's a quiet grunt as he adjusts himself, sliding his legs to the side so he can amble out of the chair. Standing at a nice slightly above international average, Hank won't have to lower himself that much to reach it, which is good, because Gen doesn't look all that eager to properly present himself as he turns around and stretches his arms over his head, fingers interlocked, before resting his hands behind his head and standing there casually facing away from Hank.
"There's no chance in hell I'm presenting myself for you. You can manage it like this."
He is, admittedly, still kind of presenting himself for Hank this way, but not in a way that shoves his ass embarrassingly up in the air. His giant ego can tolerate this.
[ a good answer, she thinks. better for him to acclimate sooner than later. struggling against the current here usually results in unfortunate circumstances. it's more suitable to play along, even if it's something as simple as accepting a drink.
still, rather than return his smile, mona arrogantly lifts her chin and lowers her lashes. regardless of his position in fontaine, she is still prideful enough to assert herself in front of him. introducing herself to others is something she enjoys, as well. it's the perfect opportunity to gain their admiration and respect. that, and mona is just eager for praise. ]
I am Mona Megistus, meaning the Great Astrologist Mona. I write for the column 'All Things Astrological' in The Steambird.
[ she gives neuvillette a firm look, and then, at last, smiles. ]
Perhaps you have heard of me. If you have not, I'll be certain to change that.
[ Truly catmen rate fairly low on the scale when held up next to interdimensional kidnappings. If asked, Broca would rate himself as a nice zero on the weirdness scale, but for some reason people don't take his own opinions of himself into consideration for these things.
As for the questions now... he kind of wishes he was actually embarrassed by any of the weird, public sex he's had, because that would be less torturous to talk about. ]
It probably got worse.
[ Though not because of the affection itself. As he already alluded to, there's a lot of background setup that got him to this point. ]
[[CONTENT WARNING: given the nature of Ashiya Douman's character, threads maaaaay contain reference to gore, dismemberment, beheading, cannibalism, among others i will warn for in advance if they do come up! Douman will be playing (more or less) nice for now but just a heads up that this clown monk is as evil as they come so please be aware of that 👍]
1 - getting a real clown car on the premises (arrival)
a. tight fit (open to nsfw)
[Apologies to whoever is in the car, waking up for the first time - because your fellow passenger is...taking a lot of space. Quite a lot. From his height that has to make them bend slightly to avoid hitting the ceiling, the long bi-colored hair that cascades over the seats, or the large muscular build that is clearly intruding into your personal bubble, this strange individual is not one to miss.]
[He smiles ever so pleasantly, a demure Cheshire Cat with glittering black eyes.]
Ufufu....and here I thought you'd go on sleeping and sleeping forever, there. Good morning. Now, one question right out the way, if you please. Are you my Master...?
[Well. Uh. Are you?]
b. rude awakening
[Now, Ashiya Douman is not to be stuck in a car if he can help it, so after leaving, he's peeking into the other car windows. If you jump out of fright from a clown in your view? Even better. Douman seems amused all the same, reaching down to...........well, just rip the whole car door off like its made of paper. Hi, there.]
Well, well, well! [He's letting out a little giggle, dropping the door with a loud crash and bang. Job well done!] These cars of the modern era are such fragile things, aren't they?
[Clown to...the rescue?]
2 - do they have balatro around here (casino hall, open to nsfw)
a. house of cards
[A different outfit now graces the body of this onmyouji as he makes his way through the games, smiling that ever placid smile as he flits between them.]
[In the cards game, he is more than happy to draw a card, clicking his tongue as he looks over it.]
Mmmmmm! Oh, this one should be one to whet the appetite. What do you not like in a partner? I should think....arrogance, yes? An all-encompassing certainty in everything you do. Over-confidence...
[And a bit of a pause, as if he's stopping himself from going further.]
My apologies. And you? Do tell.
b. sex toy roulette (open to nsfw)
[Here comes the man coming over from the roulette room, holding....a vibrator he just won. He's holding it out to you. Yes, you, a stranger!]
Do help this humble monk. I can't seem to understand what this is...some inventions of modern times do rather confuse me, you see...
[Is he serious? It's hard to tell, but...help a monk out? (He doesn't LOOK like a monk.)]
3 - hangover cure....or curse.... (open to nsfw)
[Have you ever been suffocated by a cat when you sleep? Like...the type who want to get all on top of you, watching your face as you sleep...maybe batting your face...]
[Well, no batting is happening here, but congrats! You have a six foot tall seven inch 110kg monk resting right on top of you, sleeping away ever so peacefully. Do you have the strength to push off this giant man? Or are you going to die right here, right now, from clown-induced asphyxiation?]
4 - wildcard
[Throw ANY prompt you want at me, I won't bite! This evil clown wizard might! A note that Douman is canonically unknown gender and I may use he/they pronouns intermittently, but they have a dick in case you. Need to know. For purposes.]
[ yep, that sure is her freckled chest. don't stare at it too hard catboy, you know she ain't yo type anyway 🧍♂️ ]
No no, I just got out from there --
[ turns around and points at... wtf where is her ride. there are so many cars here, bro. ]
Never mind, that's not important. What's important is... [ she pauses at murr's question, the furrow between her brows deepening. ] I'm looking for a memento. I usually wear it on my head, but when I came to, it's gone.
[Wriothesley can't help but smile a little in response. It's funny, but not in a way that is jovial, but perhaps a touch wistful instead. The upturn of his lips don't shine bright in his gaze, though he does chuckle softly.]
Hmm, if I was to give and take, it'd be over a year now. [He had not thought too deeply about it, but saying it out loud truly weighed heavy on his tongue. Realization and acceptance of his growing stay here had him sad and happy at the same time.
Hearing the other speak that they had been here for only a short while stings somewhat, though he tucks that away for him to chew on in the privacy of his own thoughts.] I see you aren't enjoying your time here? Well, that's probably to be expected. [He swings his legs over the bed. Ah, he recalls going to sleep with more clothes, but he guesses that's just how this place works.]
Clorinde has been here for some months too, but that's about it. [He doesn't say how Furina had came and gone.] There's a few natives from Teyvat too though it's hard to keep track of everyone in this place.
hangover aftercare; sorry i'll get icons at some point i swear;
[ Heathcliff simply rolls on top of Ishmael. Not that he does that intentionally, or even knowingly, it's just that time in his REM cycle to roll the fuck over and trap whoever is with him underneath his ridiculous bulk. It's a bellyflop! He starfishes, an arm tossed over Ishmael's boobs and leg hiked up over her knees, and continues to snore softly. Because that's what he does. Because he's Heathcliff, the worst man alive. Sorry, Ishmael. ]
[unlike hank who is giving up awkward and anxious energy from her prospective, jinx slouches back in her seat all nonchalant with a mischievous smirk curling over her face. her eyebrow quirks at his briskly response, and she exhales out a snort through her nostrils.]
D'aww what's the matter, Old Timer? Afraid to touch a girl's tushy? And aren't you supposed to be the one who is all experienced in this sorta stuff?
[what are the odds if she's playing a game with a guy who has never had a partner? not like she is one to talk, of course, but she isn't the type to confess to something that private to a stranger.]
[ no, she kind of gets it. if something like that ever happened with her and she's forced to be affection with someone like... idk, heathcliff or something, she's sure she would've made it worse because of who she is as a person. and because of who he is as a person. it's complicated, so she gets why broca doesn't want to elaborate any further. especially to a complete stranger like her anyway. ]
Well, that's fine. Surely you'd have made more friends here to be affectionate with, anyway. [ a shrug. ] Your turn to ask.
( Oh, a feisty one. Now, that's unexpected, but no one can say it's unappreciated by someone like Jae Ha. In response to the yank, Jae Ha swings to latch himself completely around Gen's waist, clinging like his life depends on it. His expression doesn't match the part, though, since he's got this wide sort of intrigued smirk instead of anything worried. )
Don't tell me that idle floating was intentional? ( He's seen baby birds more graceful? But he claws at Gen, trying to pull him down with him. Can it float two at once?! ) Is it a talent of yours?
( better to be ignored than to have one's gaze fixed upon him at all times. if he is not regarded as a threat or a person of interest, then it can be surmised that his role in this play is a minor one rather than major and thus affording him more freedom to do as he pleases.
which is to tighten the silk robe - thankfully opaque - around his person and carefully inspect the interior of the - vehicle? - he's found himself in. there are no obvious signs of a struggle, no pieces of misplaced evidence that might indicate a crime. only an assortment of sleek bottles left to chill in an ice bucket, and a young man dressed in much the same fashion as he.
and as enlightened as he is regarding their current predicament. which is to say, not very.
the question is expected, though it is only unfortunate that neuvillette has no satisfactory answer to give. nevertheless, he will try. )
Is there an attendant up front? Perhaps we might be able to speak to them.
[ This time, he's naked when he comes to — nothing wrong with that, he's immensely pleased with his own naked body — and he's not alone, which puts this awakening experience in the upper echelon of depetrification processes, of which there are currently two. He looks down from his plinth, blinks. His head feels crowded and afloat, like he's read several books in a very short time. It's a very dreamy experience. (He's a bit chilly, but that is a problem that will take care of itself in time, he's sure.)
Ah, he knows this person. His brain sorts through 8 different names flung at him from suddenly defrosted filing cabinets, hits the correct one with the force of an angry drill sergeant telling him to watch his six, again, or else you will die, you little fool. ]
Hello, Keita.
[ A smile, still goofy and blurry with sleep. He's awake, he knows, but the fact that he's probably been away for a long while hasn't quite occurred to him yet... ]
however, after seemingly gathering herself, the woman in front of her does eventually agree. mona can't help but snort softly in return, amused despite herself. she then reaches for the dice and lifts her hand up for ishmael to see her closed palm. a little light shaking commences. ]
It is fairly straightforward. I would aim to complete the four. Chips are convenient here.
[ a toss. in a twist of fate, both die clatter onto the table and read out '9'. ]
HEATHCLIFF JUMPSCARE also take your time aaaaHHHHH
[ you know what, of course she'd be sharing a bed with heath at some point. they technically share bedrooms back on the bus already, so why not take it up a notch? and sure, cop a feel or whatever. she doesn't give a fuck anymore. it's just heathcliff, truly the worst man alive.
but no, she does immensely give a fuck. scowling beneath him, she grabs his shoulders and makes her attempt at pushing his giant british ass off of her. ]
You're so lucky I don't have my mace on me right now, Heathcliff. Maybe I should just strangle you with my hair instead.
[ never mind the fact that they can't kill each other so long as dante isn't here, but. ]
(see, this isn't what she was liking. let's play catch up, shall we? earlier texas had been called down by the valets to the parking lot. they mentioned a guest was raising hell after awakening while saying her name, something about near crashing into other wildcards. the whole nine yards of trouble brewing. what had happened after was....well. first off, it was a reunion from hell. reuniting with lappland was not on her things to expect of the new year. not after it seems like she was going to be stuck there in the resort for quite some time.
the golden peacock is not one to let go of guests. the house makes sure of that from what she's learned of her time here; statues that seem lifelike and almost as if they were watching everyone. even the ones of people that were like them, players of this game they're trapped in. regardless, reunion, getting lappland clothes, and texas finding herself in the back seat of that truck the silver wolf had landed in for a time aside? she's attempted to fill her in. tried to, anyway. which lead into them now being outside the lover's hideaway and texas sighing about it.)
Okay, are you sure that you want to play this? You could easily pass me off as your plus one for the high roller's lounge, you know.
(no, she knows lappland. she'd want the options that could give texas trouble. the most trouble or even humiliate her if able to. that's going to be no different in the resort, which also means that cellinia would need to prepare herself for more to deal with.
....at the very least she might not have to worry about her spade mark. that was currently satisfied after earlier, even if it did seem to be amused that she could suffer so easily in the presence of lappland. like something could break through to her and cause more to be a problem for her nature now thanks to that. then again, if she was going to be stuck there with familiar faces, it's on texas to try and not do her usual stance of avoidance. not right now, not in the future, hopefully.)
[ And here, he'd breathed a quiet sigh of relief upon finally finding what looks to be a quiet table a bit out of the way, someplace where he can sit and just ... recuperate for a hot second. All of the glitz and glam and noise and hubbub is starting to give him a headache. And so Fuuta pulls out a chair, slides into it, and shifts his feet under the table --
only to feel his feet hit something solid.
Sheer startled shock has him immediately bolting back to his feet with a yelp of surprise, shoving the chair back in his hurry, and Fuuta hesitates for a moment before peeking under the fancy tablecloth that had been hiding Wei Wuxian from view. Wakey wakey Wei Wuxian, now you're getting a blast of the party's glittery lights right over your face. ]
-- the hell are you doing. [ Accompanied by Fuuta's incredulous growl as he crouches down to get a better look at whoever it is that he stepped on. Sorry not sorry. ] Are you feeling sick or something.
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