【 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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▶ 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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[After having woken up in a vehicle that wasn't the company car, and ushered to a party he has very little interest in going to, Rude's disbelief is suspended long enough that he's able to seriously consider his options. The winning strategy seems to be to cooperate. To play along, win the games, and collect the payout at the end.
The only problem is that he doesn't see a blackjack table. And the roulette wheel isn't like anything he's ever seen before. Rude observes the popularity of the dice game and decides to take his chances here. Completing a handful of tasks seems doable as long as his dice rolls aren't unfathomably unlucky. Admittedly, he's not the most approachable looking guy dressed in an all black suit and wearing shades indoors like a psychopath, but he can wait until someone willing comes along.]
You can roll first.
2. H I G H R O L L E R
[Rude doesn't have a lot to work with as far as currency goes, but he does want to change that. He doesn't yet know what exactly counts as betting high, but he's willing to try just about anything at least once for the right amount of compensation. Based on absolutely nothing at all, he chases the idea that maybe with enough chips he'll be able to buy himself out of this situation and return home.
If any task is particularly daunting he'll likely resort to liquor to give him strength and the extra courage it might take to make things happen.]
3. H A N G O V E R
[Rude wakes up naked with a little bit of brain fog regarding the night before. Not having spent much time here, he's not yet used to the strange situations and being less than subtly encouraged into intimacy with strangers. As a turk he's been exposed to a countless number of uncomfortable circumstances, so a forgotten one night stand with a stranger (or so he assumes) is not enough to alarm him.
He groans quietly into his pillow as he wakes up stretching, curiouslylooking over at the person he believes he may have spent the previous night with. Shame and embarrassment will only arise if by some unlucky chance they happen to be someone he knows. ]
4. W I L D C A R D
(Whatever tickles your fancy. Rude is bisexual and romantically awkward, help yourself. DM or catch me at terrorate for plotting)
( and praise she shall get, though perhaps from a slightly different source than she was expecting. )
Mona Megistus....
( he murmurs the name under his breath. steambird, the astrology column.....ah, yes! recognition immediately flares in his eyes, a light clicking on, and what was previously a smile born simply from politeness turns real, more genuine. his voice too, grows ever slightly more animated. )
Yes, I remember now. A dear friend of mine is quite the avid fan of your column. She reads them to me every chance she gets which, in her words, isn't nearly as often as she'd like.
( the trials and tribulations of being the iudex of fontaine, forever burdened by court cases and stacks of files to read through. )
It's a pleasure to formally make your acquaintance, despite the...circumstances.
[Arrogance, certainty, over-confidence...man, that's Bradley to a T. This is going to be unfortunate.
This shameless wizard is dressed up nicely and up for messing around a bit with these games. As a king rank, he has appearances to keep up, and showing off at these games is just a part of the job.
(His suit in no way requires him to do anything. He's just like this.)]
Well that one's easy: I ain't too much of a fan of slobs. If I'm puttin' in the effort to get clean 'n look nice, they should too. I can see how arrogance would be annoyin' though.
[ his sleepy responses stops her from pushing him off the bed, and instead she just. blinks at him slowly. wow, he's so out of it huh. she wishes she were him so bad -- sleeping away until the call of breakfast beckons.
but no, instead her scowl deepens at being called "baby" and "sweetheart" when she's anything but. she places her hand on his shoulder once more and shakes him with even more vigor this time. ]
That's not my name. Can you at least open your eyes before you talk to someone with that much familiarity?
( stuffed in the equivalent of a 2005 chevrolet astrovan, with one, two, or even three other people, barbarella was wedged in between the driver and passenger seat with her rear planted firmly against whoever was unfortunate enough to have been using her as a pillow. she would have remained deep in her slumber if it weren't for the radio blasting venus by shocking blue and at the same time blasting a hot stream of air.
it was certainly enough to wake up the galactic space cadet, who immediately began to smack her hands against the radio to turn down the tunes. when that didn't work, she turned her attention to the heater, trying her best to turn it off. unfortunately for her, lady luck was not on her side. so she kicked up her foot very softly, touching whoever was close enough and with her head turned to the side, she spoke up. )
My apologies for startling you, but it seems that I'm both stuck in this spot and the car is going haywire. While I don't expect you to know how we ended up like this, do you think you can check to see if there are any tools back there?
I'm going to try and fix this, it's most likely just a simple electrical issue after all.
( she has no comment or reservations on the fact that she's fully nude under the robe- being from a liberal future and all. )
— dirty dice
( with her hair rolled up into tight curls, and strutting around in a rather showy pink dress, barbarella made her way into the casino with a rather observant and curious expression on her face. despite being a rather commanding warrior, she often found herself roped into new situations and adventures— and although it often put a kink in her plans, she knew how to go along with the flow of things and just enjoy what was presented to her. she would return back to the task at hand eventually.
what she wasn't expecting was to be roped into a game of chance. with her butt firmly seated on a plush bar stool, she held the dice in her hands and looked up at whoever was seated across from her. with a soft smile, she shrugged her shoulders and began to shake her hand, dice swishing back and forth. )
I'm not quite sure what I just agreed to, but....best of luck?
— exclusive lounge (sneaking in)
( although barbarella was never one to shy away from temptations offered to her [especially those involving sex], her curious and intellectual nature often superseded whatever bodily whims she could desire. however she was more concerned with the mechanisms and technology in this place. the location was both primitive and yet highly advanced based on the whispers she heard about the more luxurious suites. it was far too tempting to try and see for herself what kind of technology was available and what she could toy around with. so it didn't take her long to realize her rank and how she would never be able to see these wonders unless she snuck in—
and breaking the rules was her specialty. so she sauntered into the high roller club, finding herself pulled into aside and being forced to take on the role of cocktail waitress due to her misbehavior. decked in a typical playboy bunny outfit, she's going around and around each table, serving out drinks.
if you catch her before her punishment, she will most likely be sneaking into one of the bedrooms in the high class oasis, trying to find any of the mysterious ai technology being talked about. )
— 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. info/kinks/permissions found here. open to f/m, f/f, etc. happy to match writing styles. )
[ Honestly, he doesn't even wanna play these dumb games. He's only sitting here because 'I really wanna go play some games' had been the only way to extricate himself from the buffet tables. And he'd been perfectly content to sit there, alone, scrolling through his Watch, until this ... guy sat down opposite him. Fuuta hasn't stopped staring since his 'game partner' joined him, frankly kind of overwhelmed trying to take in all of his, uh, everything. And even upon having the question turned back to him, there's a pause before he finally snaps to attention. ]
Uh. Th -- not like? Um. [ He is still staring at those hair curls, and he needs to tear his gaze away to focus anywhere near enough to conjure up an answer. ] Stupid. I can't stand stupid people. When you can't hold a conversation with'em, or they can't keep up.
[ A huffed exhale. Focus, focus. It's just a game, and this place is full of freakshows all the time, anyway. It's fine! It's fine. He scowls as he pushes his chair to stand, wanting that little extra stability to safely grab for the topmost cards of the house. ]
-- you better not shake the table or anything. That's against the rules. [ Probably. ]
[ As with the process of losing someone to the statue hall, Keita's foresight is no help at all when it comes to someone turning back into a person. As a result it's with his body and not his mind that he experiences the moment Midnight turns back to himself, the shock of cold stone turning once more into warm skin. Familiar, beloved. Keita looks up from the book he's been reading and takes in the lines of Midnight's body, sees those filigree futures in which Midnight calls him by the wrong name, and then laughs, warm and affectionate when he chooses the right one. ]
Hello, Midnight.
[ The sight of him aches down to Keita's core, but the ache is pleasant, a reminder of how well Keita loves this man. Midnight's return had never been a guarantee, not the first time and not now, and Keita recognizes that he is unbearably, unbelievably lucky to have been granted not only a second chance but a third as well.
He folds a bookmark between the pages of the book he'd been reading aloud and sets it to the side, and then with as much restraint as he can manage (which isn't much), Keita turns to press his face directly into the curve of Midnight's shoulder, now made welcoming again instead of the unforgiving chill of stone. One hand rests on Midnight's chest, and the other wraps around his back, holding him as close as Keita can manage without getting out of his lap. ]
[ It's a question that seems like it's being put to the test. Though not through any intentional means on Gen's part, who, having newly acquired hand freedom once more, is putting it on top of Jae Ha's head to try to push him down. ]
And what if it is?
[ It's decidedly not, and there was a good reason he didn't look particularly graceful, since he's never really experienced the sensation of relative weightlessness before. ]
I'm allowed to float around here if I feel like it!
[ The fact that he's gripping so hard onto the column to keep himself from floating up again doesn't really suggest that he felt like it, but sure. ]
[ no, that's fair. that's too easy, even for her. not to mention very boring? you might as well ask her about the weather instead and get a more interesting response out of that. ]
Fine. [ no skin off her nose. if the cards fall, that's on him. ] It's hotdogs, for the record.
[ like the fantasy new yorker that she is......... ]
But I used to make a living out of fishing, so I'm inclined to say I like seafood too.
[ After waking up from his second statue tango and getting filled in, Midnight is very quickly funneled into the casino proceedings. He quickly chooses to nip back to his room for the barest minimum black tie outfit he has — so, pink, mostly, as much as he can get away with — and dives into the festivities! ]
i.dirty dice
[ Midnight is actually not playing with anyone, this time! He scoops up a pair of dice and walks off, sits at an unoccupied table, and begins to roll the dice. Again, and again, just looking at the combinations and smiling a little. He'll look up and smile just as kindly at anyone who should come up to greet him, but he's uninterested in sitting with anyone else this time... Which, for anyone who knows Midnight, should be a bit of a head scratcher. Why isn't the local attention whore attention whoring???
Well, maybe not taking the extrovert approach will trick newcomers into thinking he's a perfectly level-headed, reasonable human being... Or maybe the goth hooker vibes he gives off will be too strong for that. Who knows. Either way, at least he looks pleasant and happy to be here.]
ii.hangover aftercare
[ Another oddity: by the time his partner comes to, Midnight is actually doing his level best to crawl away from the bed. This is hardly his first rodeo, but between the liquor and some optimistic evaluation of his tolerance level for Twig, he's about the worst he's been since before he began building up his alcohol tolerance.
So he's on the floor now! Just sitting, staring hard at the door, willing himself to get out and grab a bottle of water for him and his new friend. He doesn't want to leave, per se, not at least until he's quite sure his bedmate is all right, but he's pretty sure that between the two of them, he's more mobile and capable of taking care of them both. Because of course he is! He's big and strong. Rah.
He looks up and spots a pair of eyes fluttering open. Whoops, Was he being too loud? ]
Ah... back to sleep with you, my darling. Don't fret. Midnight will be back.
iii.wildcard
[ round three before i call it quits!! i swear this time....... i'll keep track of my threads.........
give me anything!! tell me to start! i promise i will give you the wildest prompt because midnight is a clown. thank you. good bye ]
[ Granted, even he weren't deprived of his eyesight, Jiaoqiu still wouldn't have seen this coming. The awakening itself might not be rude, but the immediate aftermath is a little more so, unfamiliar sounds and scents reaching his ears and nose, fine leather pressed against his cheek, and a soft robe wrapped around his body. He's in some sort of seat, but his senses are sharp enough to tell him this is no ordinary starskiff. Nothing around him carries the familiar scents of the Yaoqing except for his own skin.
At least the vessel he's seated in isn't moving...and at least he isn't alone, his ears swiveling towards the sound of someone moving in the seat next to him. Rousing of their own accord, it seems, and likely not responsible for him being here. Does that make him feel better...or worse?
Reaching out his hands carefully, his palms smooth over — oh. A wheel. Of course. ]
Oh...now, this is terribly unfortunate. If I'm set to our be our pilot, our flight together will be, regrettably, short-lived. I hope you have your affairs in order.
[ Sometimes you just. Give up trying to make sense of things and cope with humor instead. Even if he's the only one who might find it funny... ]
b. phoenix casino: game rooms
[ Maybe it's a bit reckless of him to attend the party without a second thought or word of protest, but where better to gather intel and information about the ins and outs of this resort than from such a gathering? Or perhaps this is the effect of the Merlin's Claw — or, rather, her absence. If the arbiter-general isn't here to assert herself into the situation, then it falls to him.
Though he probably won't go about things in...quite her same way. Rather, he easily finds some sumptuous clothing to wear, flattering yet familiar, his hair tied back with ribbon and gold ornaments. Some skills are easier than others to compensate for with his other senses, but he has done his own hair more than enough times to do it blind — literally. Once he looks the part, he spends some time at the party mingling and socializing, learning the lay of the land; reconnaissance, he might call it, but he's not too proud to admit to himself that he's enjoying the atmosphere, too.
Maybe he really did need this vacation...
Sooner or later, he makes his way to sex toy roulette, stepping up to the wheel and giving it a hearty spin, although he'll need the attendant nearby to read out his winnings for him: a regular spoon. ]
A little cruel, to gift me the spoon without the pot. [ this isn't a euphemism i swear ] Shall I spin again?
[ Alternatively, meet him across the table for some dirty dice, ears swiveling towards anyone approaching as he sips from his golden drink. ]
Interested in joining me for a game? I'd be honored by your company.
[ He doesn't bite — unless the dice call for it. ]
c. phoenix casino: high class oasis
[ Being a new wildcard, Jiaoqiu has no business visiting the High Class Oasis, but that's part of what makes it so alluring, isn't it? Not to mention he's caught wind of the fact that there's places to rest and relax within, and after several days, the party is wearing down even his resilience.
More than anything, though, he wants to try to sneak in just because he can. Sounds like fun, doesn't it? Hovering around the vicinity of the club's entrance, he links arms with anyone who happens to pass him by, lightly resting a hand on their forearm, his tail flickering behind him as he steers them to a standstill around the corner, out of sight from the Oasis' door. ]
Ah, I've been waiting for you. [ Literally whomst?? ] You could use a break as well, couldn't you, my friend?
[ It's one thing if he sneaks in alone. It's another if he sneaks in a complete stranger as well. ]
d. aftercare
[ Being both a long-lived species and a physician, Jiaoqiu has learned to deal with hangovers with ease, to the point where he is almost utterly unaffected. So when he wakes up in bed next to a stranger the morning following the lengthy party, likely rising before his partner, he gives the breakfast an appraising sniff before digging into the hangover kit. Bottles of pills, liquid, more toys and accessories — no, none of this will do.
He then leaves the suite, though not for good, instead returning a short while later with a satchel of ingredients and a kettle of hot water. Where did he get all that from? Don't worry about it. ]
Let's see...half a dozen hawthorn berries, a pinch of radish seeds — the peony isn't as dry as I'd like, but we'll make do. How's your head? Didn't eat anything yet, did you?
[ There's one upside to waking up in bed with a doctor. ]
e. wildcard + notes
[ Want to hit up Jiaoqiu with another prompt? The sky is the limit! 18+ for smut please, otherwise OTA! ]
[ Nothing like a fresh batch of newbies hatched directly from the belly of the beast to get the resort all in an uproar. Cosmic kidnappings, clothes shortages, misplaced bodies, having to do actual work, so forth. But Kizuna likes a little introductory chaos of this nature, all spry (/neg) and liable to need an experienced hand — and, if he's lucky, he'll be rewarded with information in kind. No rhyme or reason for any of this still, but his curiosity is, of course, robust.
So, it's with little reservation that he makes his way down to the parking garage, rounding the luxury vehicles with an appraising eye. No time like the present, he supposes! He gives a peppy knock against a randomly-chosen car door window. ]
He~llo! Room service! ♥
[ Jimmies handle with threatening intent. ]
— AT THE DOOR.
[ By now, you'd think an empath and a detective would have a better grasp of what makes a place like the resort tick. But truth be told, he doesn't. There are little wisps of things that make too much sense at times, faint and ephemeral, gusted away in the next moment by the metaphorical wing beats of this place. Oh, well. He's made peace with his suspension of disbelief. Moreso, he's come to enjoy some of that continued mystery, the company it provides.
But it's understandable that many others haven't yet. Which is why he's looking upon an altercation between a new guest and a bunch of ghost hands with pity bright in his eyes. Whether that's coercive tugging or someone about to get bodily tossed, he can't help but step in: ]
Aha, actually! Mind if I have this dance? [ You know, "dance." ] I'll take good care of our guest, cross my heart.
[ Kizuna's politeness does go a long way in allaying the ghost hands' stubbornness. He can feel them still, a creeping caress across his empathy, as they eventually fade and go in search of someone else to bully. Kizuna offers a wink after their departure.
You're stuck with this guy now. ]
Sorry, sorry. [ Kizuna offers his elbow or his hand. ] As you can tell, our hosts aren't very forgiving of wallflowers....
[ Spoilers: neither is he. ]
— DIRTY DICE.
[ A low whistle cuts through the atmosphere of the game room, however that might be going in current company. Aghast? Heavy? Elated? Whatever the case, Kizuna is already seated at the table, cheating by twisting one of the die between an elegant thumb and forefinger to get a look at some of the options. He's fresh off the casino's floor, party heat curling his hair slightly where it's swept back against his temples. ]
Heeeh, they really went all out on this round, didn't they?
[ Instead of rolling it, he primly sets the die back down and turns his gaze up at his game partner. A cool frivolity plays on his expression, in the slight upturn of his lips. He gestures at the seat opposite him. ]
Here, sit with me — don't tell me that you've never played this one before?
— MORNING AFTER.
[ Oh, boy. The aftermath. Luckily, he's an expert. ]
Oh, sleeping beauty awakens! [ Sing-song. He is already awake, unphased by his typical sleepy bitch disease because 1. his empathy is screaming in his ear and 2. he loves a good bit. Thus, Kizuna is in a pair of pretty silk pajamas (they're monogrammed?), looking disgustingly put together. A pair of eye patches are affixed beneath his lower lashline, chasing away dreadful eyebags. He's holding up a hot compress with a sterling smile. ] Goooood morning! How are you feeling? Are you hurting anywhere?
[ He is palm flat ready to slap this thing wherever it might be needed, just say the word. ]
— WILDCARD, ETC.
( open to nsfw wherever it might pop up! character is 25, open to 17+ m/any. he's also an annoying empath. written with newbies in mind but new cr is a-ok, if you want a custom starter yell at me here too. )
[ It is, and it wouldn't be the first time he lost a big chunk of money, so it is what it is.
And what it is, is that Broca manages to remove the card carefully without any problems, nodding at her explanation, and giving his own confusing reply. ]
The sausages that Perros sell?
[ As if that's going to mean anything at all to her. She won't have time ponder that one though, because he's barreling right along with his next question. ]
"What are three weird facts about you?"
[ He frowns for a moment, before nodding and deciding it's equivalent enough. ]
[A.Grendel, I don't think we're in New Meridian anymore. Waking up in nothing but a fancy robe in a luxury car wasn't how he imagined he would be spending, well, any time in his long since retirement, but here we are, and it's a breath of fresh air. Granted, he doesn't really question the who or how or why he's here; he's just happy to be here! And it's pretty obvious by the way he has his face pressed against the car window like some kind of animal (a dog, perhaps.) This is just the right kind of cut that he needed-- to revisit the glory days! All that stuff.
Anyhow, he's talking a lot about himself to really anyone who is in the car who might bother to give him a listen. ]
I have NO IDEA where the hell we are at but I am so about it. I bet the press is in there too! I CAN'T WAIT. You! [ pointing to someone else in the car, sorry ] You can start chanting my name, right? Get'em all hyped up for me? I can't howl at the moon without hearing my name, you know!
[ SORRY WHAT.. he's not even introduced himself but he assumes he is well known.. dumb, stupid, dumb.. ]
[ B. Or, after a moment of eagerly waiting to be shown in the casino, the car that he's in with somebody else starts acting kind of.. funny. The biggest thing is the alarm won't turn off, and after a few agaonizing moments, Beowulf delivers quite the impressive punch to the steering wheel and.. breaks it right off. Uh oh. ]
... Okay, look. I can probably fix this. No big deal. Some duct tape should do it.. maybe.
[ he's an idiot 🥹 ]
2. ROULETTE.
[ The prize he's won, proudly, is a BALL GAG and he's just going to hold that up high above his head. A prize is a prize, and he's all about it, and then just pretty much propositions anyone nearby. He has a competitive spirit so there's no time for dilly-dallying! ]
Alrighty, righty! Which one of you lucky babes wanna have a good time with me?!
[ not specifying if he's gonna be wearing this or putting it on someone else... that's an important detail maybe someone should clarify. ]
3. MORNING AFTER.
[A. Either the night went splendidly-- wildly-- and both Beowulf and his bedmate are simply hung over, sleeping in late. At some point, he will practically roll over and engulf his bedmate in what seems like.. a kind of submission hold? Beowulf locks his arms around his partner's neck and grips his wrists together. It's tight, but at least he's not strangling them... yet. Can you blame him, though? He's dreaming about the glory days. Tap out before it's too late.
B. Or, his bedmate has awakened late, and that large breakfast in bed? Yeah, it's almost completely consumed-- by him. Startled at seeing his partner awake, he pauses with his mouth full before holding out a bit with his mouth full. ]
[ chips. cards. rolling the dice. this world would've been something rodion would've thrived in. she'd be a lot less shameful about fucking around and finding out with utter randos too. but no, instead they brought in a stick-in-the-mud like ishmael instead, who's blinking wildly at the RNG results. ]
A-Already?
[ both die spell out lick nipple. the game just barely started and now she's being dared to show off her boobs? how absurd. rodya save me, etc. ]
This game doesn't pull any punches, does it. [ she huffs through her nose, readjusting her dress that suddenly feels way too tight on her. ] Are you going to hold it against me if I refuse?
[ OOC: Character info here! NSFW character info here! ]
-A- Party Hearty
[ So, showing up in another dimension, inside some kind of futuristic "car" contraption, was certainly a surprise. However, since that rude awakening, Zeera has concluded that she somehow wound up in a very expansive Eros World. It's said that the great masters can create pocket dimensions where sex acts that defy the laws of reality are possible, so something like this bizarre party is certainly possible.
First things first - no point exploring on an empty stomach! Zeera can be found - clad in a form-fitting black suit - partaking in as many refreshments as possible. She's got about seven plates stacked in front of her, scattered with the remains of surf, turf, and everything in between, and an eighth plate stacked with even more indulgences. Where she puts it all is a mystery for the ages.
If she notices anyone staring, she gives them a wave and a smile. ]
The food's amazing! My name's-- aah, hang on!
[ A strange time to start floating away! With a look of deep confusion, Zeera suddenly finds herself holding on to the edge of the table as her body tries to drift off.
Give her a hand? She's not done with that lobster! ]
-B- I Want to Play a Game
[ By the time Zeera gets to the game floor, she's given up on her shirt and jacket for itchiness reasons, but seems unbothered walking around with just a bra. Doubly so upon realizing that this is it - this is the reason this dimension was created! The hedonistic sex games part. The thought of not participating doesn't even cross her mind - there's no better way to generate Eros than to have new sexual experiences with new people.
So, here's Zeera! An enthusiastic challenger, trying to wave down anyone whose attention she can grab for a shot at one of these sexy games. If you're up to the challenge, specify Dirty Dice or Toy Roulette and let's roll. ]
-C1- Private Events (Dominant)
[ Of course, the more intimate venues have their own appeal, too. Dominant? Submissive? That's tricky... both are fun, with the right partner.
So, of course, she comes here twice. First, with a dominant card, seeking out submissives, in the same outfit as B. She flashes her card with a confident smile. ]
Hey, cutie. Think you've got what it takes to satisfy me.?
-C2- Private Events (Submissive)
[ ...Then again, this time as a submissive. This time, she unhooks her bra and leaves it at the door, going topless for the second round.
Seeking out someone with a dominant card, she holds up her card, doing her best demure, soft smile. ]
Excuse me... do you think someone like me would be okay...?
-D- The Next Day
[ Here's what you need to know about Zeera, her dark secret: She's an unstoppable morning person. Her powers leave her almost immune to hangovers, too.
So, if you're left with Zeera, you'll actually wake up alone in bed, her presence only indicated by the disturbed covers and an empty breakfast tray. Following the sounds of exertion will find her doing squats and crunches in the next room over. ]
Good morning! Did we have sex last night? I kinda can't remember.
( this time, he does not repeat wriothesley's words, too stunned by the admission to properly gather his thoughts. a few weeks would have been too paltry a time, several months closer to what he might have anticipated, but an entire year? surely he would have noticed that absence sooner? (surely an entire year is too cruel of a period of time to be kept away from everything a person loves and cherishes—?)
finally freed of one cage only to be transported to another.
a different sort of sorrow etches itself into his heart, but there is no time now for lamentation. there are matters to be ironed out yet. at least it is clorinde and wriothesley who are here instead of others, two whom he would trust to maintain a level head in even the most unpredictable of situations. )
I see. Thank you.
( for telling him.
there's a question lingering in the air for him, waiting for a response, but he can't help but focus on the man in the room with him. his own needs, as always, are secondary. his eyes sweep over the other man's form, vainly trying to note any signs of pain, anything out of the ordinary. sigewinne would know of anything amiss far better than him—but sigewinne is not here. in lieu of her, it falls to him to ensure that those under his watch are properly cared for. )
I assure you, whatever antics I have had the ( mis- )fortune of presiding over in court I prefer to keep separate from my personal life.
( so, no, he isn't having the best of times here thus far. the displeasured edge to his voice smooths out, hesitation taking its place. )
Have you been well here, Wriothesley?
( wriothesley is strong, adaptable, more resilient than so many of the humans he has seen come and go, but he is still just a man at the end of the day. )
[ any glizzy is a good glizzy, in her opinion. come to think of it, it's been a long while since she's had any... she'll have to look for them once she's finally free from all this mess.
at his question, she rests her cheek on her palm in thought. she considers herself as a very ordinary person compared to everyone in the bus, and she's not sure how much she can tell this guy about the worse things that had happened to her without freaking him or herself out, but she may as well try doing it one by one. ]
Weird facts... let's see. First, our manager from back home has a massive clock for a head. Long story.
[ give her a minute to think of other weird shit, ty ]
Behind the mask, Alivian's eyebrow arches as the gentleman grumbles so, and eyes the nipple clamps directed towards him. For his credit, perhaps, he takes them, and brings them closer to his face for closer scrutiny.
"....Some of the material is unfamiliar to me."
He traces his thumb over the padded clamp, the edge of his mouth tugging slightly flatter. He promptly uses one to clip onto the delicate skin between his thumb and forefinger.
"It's soft...? No, not really..."
It doesn't really hurt, though, despite how harshly it's pinching him.
"You could have landed on worse than this. Are you sure you want me to have it?"
He'll happily spin the wheel for himself, momentarily, but he can't bring himself to leave this topic alone.
Never mind the fact that his face is very slightly pink against the bottom rim of his mask.
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