【 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!
▶ We ask you to kindly add content warnings to your threads as appropriate.
▶ If you do not currently have permissions and kinks listed in your character’s journal we suggest leaving a note in your top level of any limits or boundaries for other players to reference.
[It's not like Scott has a hangover; he didn't drink all that much because he had a bad experience with the champagne, but that doesn't mean he's not exhausted from the previous night. So much social interaction and all that crap... and he's pretty sure he went to bed alone, because he wanted to at least have the night to himself, but the fact that someone is cheerfully singing in his ear speaks to the fact that didn't last long.
The mutant groans, hair a mess, before he sits up and gives Kizuna the biggest grumpy teenage face he can muster. It's... well-practiced. At least he's still wearing his sunglasses, so that he's not literally boring a hole into the older man. He's thankful for that, and the fact that he's at least wearing blue pajamas instead of being entirely naked.]
Oh my god, are you always this annoying?
[No, he doesn't answer his questions yet. That reckless energy is back, the one that makes it easier for Scott to be a bratty asshole instead of that future leader he's supposed to be, and he just allows it take hold of him.]
[The pulsing aesthetic lights lining the inside roof and floorboard of the luxury car is what first makes his lids flutter. The sky is a lot different; he realizes it isn't a sky at all.
For a long moment, he lies there getting his bearings, and then he pushes himself into a lounging sit. The golden robe on him is terribly sheer; however, the body beneath it is not normal enough for embarrassment: indigo flesh mottled by golden flecks of harvested metal and interwoven with iridescent lines of periodically shimmering purple. There is no genitalia either, so he does not bother trying to pull the robe modestly over his thighs.
It isn't the blanket toga, but that's fine. His body is intact. He's brushing his peculiar fingers over the darkened splotch on the center of his chest when he realizes he is not in this car alone.]
Hello.
[This is what you say in greeting as an Eldritch horror messiah.]
II. Dirty Dice
[A hilarious game to play with him, truly. He rolls the dice over the backs of his fingers and catches them as they drop off the edge of his hand.
As scantily dressed as he had been initially, he is now in a more appropriate deep, navy suit. The only evidence of his eerie form are his strange hands and the creeping of the bizarre flesh up his neck into his hollow cheeks.
He offers the dice out to whoever may be brave enough to sit with him.]
Would you like to go first?
III. 1 or 11
[Anyone wandering around with a sub card will be told there is someone with a dominant one waiting in one of the private rooms.
After going in, however, there is a hysterically waifish man waiting politely inside. He does make an amiable offering of showing his card: an ace of spades.
He peers at whatever companion has ventured in with a kaleidoscope pair of eyes, intense but not exactly emotive. He raises one strangely indigo hand, not in outstretched greeting, but a craving reach toward a face, a head.]
Join me. Let me know you.
IV. House of Cards
[Time to take apart the card establishment without knocking the whole thing down.
Viktor is waiting for a partner, seeming somehow patient in the pursuit. He gestures toward the card house when one arrives.]
I do not mind who goes first.
Wildcard
[Feel free to wildcard me anywhere with anything! I'm super flexible. He doesn't really have genitalia in this form, so I kept it that way for more of a challenge, but let me know if you prefer something more defined to thread with. If you need to hash out anything, you can reply here, or PM me, and we can work another idea out.]
Would you like me to be the kind of person who steals into other peoples' beds?
[ and quick with it too. he is the kind of person to be contrary just for the sake of it, judging from a sly smile, but it seems to pass after a moment of grievance. Vanitas, just like him, didn't exactly ask for this predicament... so he hands over the aspirin too, putting a pack on the lush silk and fur blankets that have made a bed into more of a nest. ]
You'll find this place has a will of its own that supersedes anyone else's. It's downright supernatural.
[ another beat, debating. then, he points at Vanitas and knocks against his own head, indicating his helmet. ]
A bit like that. [ well, "supernatural" is a word for skintight pajamas made of darkness, anyway. ]
[ marco has never been one for extravagance himself, but even he did not think it was worth the grief of resisting insistent attendants. at least he isn't a stranger to suits, though this rental he's been given is far better fitted and of a far better quality than any he's ever put on in his life. it leaves him just a little self-conscious, one hand restlessly running over the folded lapel of the neatly-pressed suit; being of such a low rank, he can't help but worry any damage to the suit will simply detract its value from his already small number of credit.
it's this sort of distraction that has him not nearly as alert as he normally would be. that's why he doesn't even notice edelgard (though why would he think to look so high up to notice someone in the first place?) until she is right there, gently tapping on his head.
he starts, however minutely, a half-second after that curious glance up.
and then he's darting those eyes elsewhere a half-second later, shoulders stiff and ears a little warm. with the angle, and that high slit of her dress... well. anyway. ]
—Yes, of course.
[ he offers a hand, even as he resolutely looks just slightly to the side of her. as soon as she holds on, he will give an experimental tug, unsure if her current predicament would necessitate more than just that to get gravity working as it should again. will she come crashing down, like a plucked fruit? or need to be guided, like a balloon? ]
[Offer them to a girl with the pillow still on her face? By the time he leaves the bed completely, Tohsaka already has her arms splayed out like a starfish and she hasn't cared to remove the pillow. Only by some small gift of mercy to Archer, the covers have stayed up over the swell of her breasts.
A small sound rings in her through. Something akin to a complaint mixed with a whine. It draws out like the sound of a balloon slowly loosing air. Looks like he'll have to do more than just hold out his offerings. Maybe place the pillow under her head or speak out to her?]
[Wow, that's the stupidest joke yet, no less because Yu isn't super big on sweets either. Besides, they're all here for spicy anyway-- (ahem.)
A few things are simultaneously true, here. First, it's nice to see Akira again, and his sense of humor in an unusual situation feels like a balm. Second, there was a time when Yu was new, too, and people he didn't know seemed to recognize him. It felt awkward and uncomfortable. And third, in relation to the second, it's only a matter of time before Yu slips up and calls Akira by name, thus bringing on the aforementioned brand of awkward.
So, having thought about it for a moment, and in lieu of any other dialogue choices, he sticks out a hand for the other teen to shake.]
[ mona tilts her glass to one side as she peers up at neuvillette. the stare lingers, the sharp, striking hue of her eyes vibrant under all of the chandeliers above them. and then, seemingly satisfied with what she's decided, a smile returns to her lips.
her chin is lifted again, and mona makes a little noise of amusement. ]
If I may, I would like to demand three things.
[ yep. very greedy. ]
Firstly, that I may refer to you by your first name. Secondly, that we remain in contact after this party. And thirdly... that you escort me to the floor for a dance.
[Scott doesn't think he really can lose this game, not if he wants to end up cutting on his already small budget for food or just have a lot more sex. Neither option is very appealing right now, so guess he really needs to put a lot of focus into this game. The teen sitting across from him is certainly polite, although completely unfamiliar, and fuck, it's not like he wants to really take chips from him either. Unless he's swimming in money. Then, that's okay.
But hard to tell.
Honestly, it's really hard to get any clear opinion on him. He seems friendly enough, but there's definitely undoubtedly tired in his eyes when he looks at him from across the table (and at least Scott can see that much, he knows his glasses hides most of his expression on a constant basis). The answer that he eventually gives is maybe a little surprising, a small frown tugging at the corner of Scott's mouth.]
People who are strong should protect those that can't defend themselves.
[ how long will i have the balls to tag this for, stay tuned
but yes, viktor does have a fun little buddy in the car with him, sprawled and lounging like he owns the place. unlike poor viktor, this man has his full set of genitalia, made apparently obvious by how little he wears. (spoilers: it's fucking nothing.) he leans forward at the greeting, lazy smile curving across his face. ]
[ and at the very least, she has seen a few performances in the opera epiclese. magic shows, musicals, and most obviously, plays... mona herself does accentuate her own haughty attitude at times, too.
it should be fine. that, and she's curious. ]
Will we be acting today?
[ with a smile of her own, mona obediently follows after him. ]
[Champagne is... fine. Sunday should take some as well, if only to look the part, otherwise he might begin to raise suspicions with this young lady about his true identity and his lack of belonging in the lounge. So he does, stem of the glass delicate between his gloved fingers — but in truth he doesn't really wish to drink it. Anything that would alter his senses feels wrong in this setting, regardless of how minor.]
No, well, you shouldn't be. It isn't good for your health.
[Not that it ever would have mattered in the Dreamworld of Penacony. Here, though, they aren't indulging in their dreams.]
[Her outward friendliness is at least enough to push Scott away from his more grumpy demeanor that's been clinging to him since... ever. Yeah okay, he's had his ups and downs in this place (and in life in general), but it's definitely hard to be a total dickhead when Orihime is clearly excited and happy to participate in this game. She doesn't deserve it, so time to push yourself a little, Summers.
So, he offers her a small smile in return, though it's hard to tell if it reaches his eyes, given the sunglasses that's fully covering them. He just waits patiently as she draws the first card and it's maybe refreshing in its own way that she never seems to miss a beat, her perkiness not cracking even the slightest, as she reads what's on the card.]
What's red bean paste?
[From 1983 America... he hasn't fully experienced a variety of food just yet. It doesn't help that he lived in the suburbs of Ohio for most of his life and only recently moved to New York. He'll get there, eventually, but right now, Scott's looking at his companion with a slight tilt of his head, as if trying to imagine how something like that would taste.]
Do you put that on bread?
A- [S2 Arcane Spoilers, also cw: mechanical flavor bodyhorror]
[While Viktor did not arrive in his Blankie(™), he did arrive under a sufficiently oversized fur lined robe. This did well to obscure him as just... a lump collapsed in one corner of the long limo. Probably the only vehicle sized enough to fit him in this form. He's momentarily passed out before consciousness rushed into place and he creaks to life.
Head slumped forward, he raises up onto one hand, shoulders shaking. His other hand reaches to his face, half blow apart from where he got an anomaly dunked onto him. The flesh metal is sparking arcane energy and dripping mana,
The response to "Good morning" is a mechanical groan as he attempts to will himself to return to one piece. His face will be slowly peeling itself back into place, crumpling in like tinfoil crushed in a hand. His third arm is gripping into a seat until it tears through the leather. Seems pretty painful and unpleasant, but he's not lashing out. ]
[ so it would seem he didn't find her disheveled state distasteful, but that he could not handle her being partially undressed. how silly. with a reaction like that, mona is already convinced that this man will be facing more than a handful of challenges in this particular world.
regardless, she walks around the bed past sunday, makes a short detour towards her wardrobe, and then enters the restroom connected to her bedroom. it's there that she discovers she is... well, to be frank, a mess. more so than she believed. and what are these poking out of her hair? small, fluffy little things. very familiar. ]
...Feathers?
[ mona recalls the wings sprouting from her guest's head. hm.
she returns to sunday's side a short venture later, now with a comb in hand and wearing a blouse and skirt. the feathers are still there, but she'll be removing them shortly. he'll have to endure the embarrassment. ]
[he has only been awake for five minutes, give him a break!! . . . not that he is ever going to get this thing going, anyway. the spirit is willing but Morgana's thief lessons lacked in this area. . .]
[with a grunt, Akira sits up straight again to peer out the car window, hands pressed against the glass. one fuzzy cat ear flops over]
I just wanted to prove I could do it in the first place. . .
[There's nothing unusual about those words, initially — but that flare of light as the end of the cigar catches Sunday's attention, eyes fixed, a sort of unease inspired by its demonstration. Well, it wouldn't be the first time he's encountered an individual with unique abilities, but outside of Penacony such a casual display is hard to look past. Just a party trick, or is this man capable of more?
Then there's also his own disguise to consider. Yet nothing so far has betrayed any awareness to it, so Sunday proceeds cautiously.]
I don't mind. And thank you, I appreciate your consideration. Smoke has a way of clinging to fabric, regardless of whether you are the one who indulged. [Stop being fussy for five seconds, Sunday.] My name is... Wonweek. How should I address you?
[He sits back against the couch stiffly, one leg crossed over the other, carefully turning his gaze away from the lit cigar.]
[KAZUYA ALREADY BREACHED THAT AWKWARDNESS IT'S FINE!! besides—]
[. . . it's weird that a name Akira is certain he has never heard before (right. . ?) brings forth a wave of nostalgia. a gentle sort of wistfulness tinged with the scent of movie popcorn and the sound of flicking cinema reels. his nose wrinkles a bit as he lets those sensations sink in, brows furrowing. huh. . .]
[. . . ah, wait— he can't be rude]
Kurusu Akira. But just Akira is fine.
[no point in formalities in a place like this, right?]
[and after a pause to consider—]
. . . this is going to sound a bit weird, but have we met before—?
[The assigned as submissive man brought to Viktor will be... a hysterically buff guy. The hotel does so love stark contrast. Concord is 6 foot 6 and broad as all get out, with a single braid of hair the reaches the floor behind him. His mouth shifts at the greeting, framed by a sharply well maintained beard and mustache.
In further contrast to his looks, Concord's voice is very soft spoken and twangy, if sternly spoken.]
Concord. [Viktor asked to know him and Concord takes that to be some kind of a greeting, so he very plainly offers his name before asking in turn,]
[Hey, the staff set up these games, they can handle the collateral damage that is bound to happen because of it. It's one of the rare times where staff can't ignore Yasha despite her low ranking, and Yasha gets to be shit to staff and smug about it.
Her lips curl into a smirk when she feels the lips and teeth against her earlobe, a small shiver running down her back. It's just enough to keep Yasha on her toes and make her want more, go through any and all challenges the dice can come up with, they have time.
She turns her head to answer quietly,] You can leave those to me, [and lets her hand slide up from the knee, over the thigh and letting fingers teasingly slip on the inside of it.]
I could keep this for a private party, if you want, [Yasha adds, but crouches anyway, letting Hilda's leg hike over her shoulder, but making sure the dress she wears keep everything covered still.]
[Scott doesn't have a hangover, which is nice, but he's also pretty sure that he didn't fall asleep next to someone because he was pissy and moody and pretty much didn't want to deal with anyone after a certain point in the party. Just too much social interaction and even though he was pretty much dragged to be at the party, some guests still sneered at him for being a low rank. Which. They can definitely piss off about that. Go figure, he's in a place that doesn't care about mutant stuff, but there's something else that gets people to judge others without thought.
...At least he's being offered a bonbon though? You know what, that makes everything okay now.
The teen looks at Akira for a few seconds, dressed in similarly simple pajamas, but there's also a pair of sunglasses that's firmly on his face. Nothing weird about that, right? Don't you go to bed with your sunglasses on??]
Well, share, asshole.
[No filter in the morning, that's how that is. He also holds a hand out, as if expecting Akira to plop a piece of chocolate there.]
( another wry twist of his lips at the flattery, though it feels more endearing than annoying this time around. a small island of familiarity amidst the ocean of strangeness. )
You have my thanks, Wriothesley. I will try not to take too long.
( lest both the food and tea become cold.
and true to his word, he keeps his ministrations short, though he cannot help but set aside a few minutes for a shower, the cool water spraying across his skin the closest he's felt to normalcy ever since arriving. then it's a simple matter of running a brush through his hair and tying it up in a high ponytail at the crown of his head, and sourcing a change of clothes. it feels...overly intimate to barge his way through wriothesley's private quarters, though the lack of interior decoration and personalization makes it feel less of an intrusion. none of the clothes hanging in the closet are his usual fare - to be expected - and he settles for a simple sweater, v-necked and slightly baggy on his more slender frame, and a pair of black slacks.
re-dressed, but still barefoot, he pads his way back to the kitchen, though he pauses in the doorframe at the sound of music drifting idly through the air. )
I see you've managed to obtain several of your old comforts here as well.
[ No mention of her title or the IPC, because in The House, the megacorporation that gave her power and influence has no pull. The most efficient and productive approach is to give people the information that's most pertinent to them.
Her rank isn't one she's proud of— she finds the ranking system awful in general, so it's hard to look anything but annoyed when she makes that admission. On the other hand, it's ungrateful to frown on the comfort given to her through Aventurine's efforts and Kirma's generosity. ]
Alcohol isn't much better for us, but it's kinda hard to find a veggie smoothie in a place promoting hedonism and indulgence.
[Well he wasn't concerned about turning into a werepuppy before--
anyway.
Yu makes a wordless exclamation as this guy just reaches over and fuckin bites him. It's not the first time he's been bitten by a strange and unusual creature, but it's still surprising. The thing is, he can't pull his hand away. Because Fidelio is still holding it.]
Didn't take you for a biter.
[help.
So. The other thing is. As a Persona user, Yu tends to have certain affinities and abilities based on which one is closest to his mind at the time. It always came in handy during battles, but it's had its uses in the resort, as well. Most recently, his equipped Persona has been Barong, who has the skill High Counter.
Meaning a funky lion-dog-thing appears and applies an identical bite to Fidelio.]
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