【 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.
▶ Current characters may top level on the TDM. Any current characters posting to the TDM should note they are current in their subject header.
▶ 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.
[ Silly dice rolls are basically freebies! If Zeera doesn't want them, Mayou will gladly take them. EZ VIP pass to prizes. "Lick ear", huh... ]
Alright, here goes.
[ She scoots closer and briskly tucks loose hair out of the way prior to leaning in, the tip of her tongue tracing along the shell of Zeera's ear. Light, almost ticklish. ]
despite his earlier fussing, this little apology of his sounds very timid. mona could reassure him that it's fine, but she doubts that he would believe her. whether known due to her astrological ability or simply intuition, it's clear that her guest finds shame in having shed a few of those small feathers. ]
My name is Mona Megistus, meaning the Great Astrologist Mona. [ her rehearsed line first, voice elevated and haughty. one hand works the comb through her hair as she speaks. ] And I will reiterate it again; I am a genius. Should you ever seek divination from me, then respect both my art and myself.
[it's a stupid leap in logic. don't pay attention to him. but Akira does give a firm nod at the suggestion, shifting around in his seat so he can reach for the door handle--]
[ correct, he is not keen to let anyone sleep in. there's no way he's falling back into bed, so this is simply how it has to be now. he's still groggy and slow with his hangover though, affixing his eyepatch for a second longer before staring flatly at his 'roommate.' ]
So now you want it.
[ nevermind that it's nehan's fault for harassing him with a water bottle to the face. either way, he grabs it and tosses it lightly over without any other fuss. ]
There's food too. [ ignores the more suggestive gifts they've been left. ] I'm going to look for medicine in a minute.
wait, he's not the only sinner here, and he's barely decent! shit.
gregor's doing his best to hold the robe closed around himself as he opens the door for her, fumbling with a couple likely-looking buttons until he finds the one that folds it open.]
[ Zeera reacts more to this one, giving a full body shudder and a nervous giggle. ]
Ahh, that's a really sensitive spot for me...
...I think I might have messed up the rules a little... I was supposed to do that one to you, oops. Should I just roll again, or should we go with the person who rolls being the target?
[Modesty... it's not much to him, with that stripe of skin down the man's chest still bare to the eye, but he'll let it rest. The compliance is enough, and he recognizes that Wei Wuxian could have simply chosen not to.
Additionally, that comment is astute — agreeing with his own observation. So much luxury, and yet the 'House' has clearly taken care to divide them all by some level of worth and value. The suit is a mark of ownership, and the ranking system only serves to create a very deliberate hierarchy. It's revolting.]
You can call me Sunday. [Stepping across, he takes a seat at the breakfast table where their dishes are covered to keep warm.] You're new here as well, then. Another 'Wildcard'. I haven't spoken with too many of us, but it's apparent to me that we're part of some... ongoing cycle of guests.
[He hesitates, then decides it's fine enough to share his thoughts.]
They must want to keep the clientele as fresh as possible. Stagnancy is dull. People would grow bored and unsatisfied.
[ Unfortunately, Wei Wuxian does not know the sound a car makes when a lock engages. He doesn't know what's wrong! So when Akira says hey, he just replies with — ]
[ are they headed to private rooms? w isn't exactly paying attention, trotting along by texas's lead, her mind busy with thoughts of casino chips and delights of the flesh and the sensation of one small, dainty hand clasped around her waist. ]
I could always blow that arm right off. Bet it's got a tracker in there too — better safe than sorry!
[ her sardonic grin and the ease with which she threatens bodily harm is like a screensaver, there to keep her moving while she's otherwise mentally occupied. five months is a long time to go with no food or water. texas had mentioned one safe place — but they presumably take these chips too, it's not a charity kitchen. even her own idea of chopping off bits of texas until their hold on her is severed is quickly discarded: she knows herself what she'd do the moment one of her devices was tampered with. holy hell would rain down, that's what.
so there's no way around it. she just needs to get comfortable with the idea — and, more importantly, act like she's always been comfortable with it. just like killing with the old crew, she'll never get any respect in this heap if she shows the slightest bit of hesitation.
she's still not putting a ring on anybody's cock, though. they'll have to do her something worse than dead for that. ]
So it's fucking or betting to stay afloat.
[ at least until she starts wringing necks and launches this whole sorry state of affairs into the fucking stratosphere. what a time for the revenant to up and run off on her! life's so unfair, but luckily for her, it's always been that way. ]
Great. Good thing those are my other two specialties. If we were gonna stay here longer, you probably wouldn't have to worry about anything. I could be your...
[ what's that phrase, she must have heard it like a thousand years ago. something with ingredients... ]
[yeah. . . Akira only knows that Yusuke looks a bit older and more guarded than he was in the single day that has passed since they were last together. the rest? that'll come with time]
[but for now. . . despite the way Yusuke squeezes his hand, the shaky exhale, the slight glint of moisture in the corners of his eyes-- I hope you take me with you that day is exactly the reply that Akira had hoped to hear]
[he moves his fingers so they're linked with Yusuke's, palms pressed together-- one marked with diamonds, and one completely bared--his own grip protectively tight. as if just holding hands like this could protect Yusuke from everything he has experienced thus far]
. . . I'd do you one better.
[his voice is quiet, but his words are still taut with what seethes so readily in his heart. it's a damn good thing he had learned how to temper his anger already. society does that to a guy]
I'll make sure you get first strike.
... I should have thought of another title for that prompt
[There was no response at first. She was too dazed from literally being thrown. That was a first, people had made threats, grabbed her arm or collar, but she'd never been picked up before. The audacity.
And it wasn't even the most audacious thing to have happened here. The itchy, sequin-covered suit was horrific. Especially when the light reflecting off of it caught her eyes as she braced herself. Arms pushing her up enough so see who was speaking. ]
I... I'm not sure how to answer that. [A wince. Because that was definitely going to leave a bruise. But she managed a small chuckle.] I don't think I've been alright since I woke up.
[It'd been a day. Slowly, she accepted the offered hand.]
[ while he helps himself to more congee, she roots around in her cupboards for another cup and her stash of tea. sorry, it's western tea—earl gray, to be exact—so he'll have to settle for that. she pours enough hot water to fill two mugs, letting the tea steep for a moment before coming back to the cart. ]
I'm not so debilitated that my guest needs to serve me. [ amusement lingers in her tone as she hands him one of the mugs. ] I'm glad to know it's helped.
[ how it managed to get in here without either of them noticing is still beyond her. in the meantime, she'll take some of that oatmeal, adding a handful of berries to it. ]
Will you remind me of your name? I don't often forget them so quickly, but circumstances being what they are, I hope you'll forgive me for asking.
[ however differently texas is acting, she'll allow for it with the freedom of simply letting others do what they will. she wouldn't actually claim to be the person who knows texas best after all, though something of that fact stings in her and she wouldn't admit it. there's an understanding between them and there's a distance, and she knows even back in those dog days in siracusa even she knew giovanna was closer to texas than herself. texas staring at her is flattering, sure. but she supposes that's all it is.
it's what she tries to tell herself as she looks at the suit mark on texas' hand, not quite saying anything. something deep in her chest aches with a longing she only occasionally tries to tamp down on. a secret that could barely be a secret at all when it may as well have directed almost every single action she'd taken in her life until just recently. and there's something in the back of her mind that practically ticks like a clock, or growls like some creature in the night, that they're both captives here in some apparent sex resort that encourages lots of fucking or whatever for whatever purpose.
... ] Cute little mark you have there. [ trying to be casual about it, but she can't help the heaviness in her heart just to look at it. like trying not to reawaken something like yearning. maybe there's nothing amazingly complicated about it at all, she just doesn't exactly want to say it aloud.
and then there's a blink, a skeptical look at texas again, ] And what do you mean, haunted. By the ghosts of people who've been fucked to death?
[ just hazarding a wild guess as if to distract herself. ]
[ Just waving off the apology like a pesky fly, nbd nbd... ]
S'fine, don't worry about it. Go ahead and roll again.
[ She's admittedly pretty lethargic on her best day anyway, so having someone else roll for her is hardly something Mayou is going to get annoyed over. Win-win. ]
[it's okay, Akira has no desire nor plan to kill Kazuya in turn. god or not, Kazuya seems far too easygoing to be a true enemy. as long as he isn't trying to enslave humanity, then he's fine in Akira's book!1]
[BUT WHEN YOU'RE COMMITTED TO THE BIT. . .!]
[you elbow a guy in the ribs. like Akira is doing right now. he is not pulling his punch, either]
Good luck with that one. I always spring back to life. Like a cockroach.
[ once again, the elites receive the best treatment. mona is comfortably settled into her rank as an eight, but her eyes do occasionally wander. she, too, would like to enjoy a little luxury here and there. just... without the fawning.
never forget that overzealous guests caused her to be charged one thousand chips worth of property damage upon her arrival. ]
[ Wei Wuxian's eyes are on Sunday, picking up every detail he can from the man's responses. That might give him away a little, how quick his gaze is, how it contrasts with the laissez faire attitude he puts on. Wei Wuxian doesn't care, except that he does, he just doesn't talk about it until he has to. He waits, he bides his time, he observes.
The introduction is appreciated and thankfully, "Sunday" isn't a word where he's from so he has no intention of commenting on it. It's just the man's name as far as he's concerned. He'll follow to the table, sitting across from Sunday and listening to him speak. Yes, they're both Wildcards. He wonders when he'll get his designation, what it might be.
A hum, thoughtful, in response while he uncovers a plate. It's not a breakfast he's familiar with. Eggs, yes, but what is this bread thing? It looks like a dessert. (It's French Toast.) ]
It's all hedonism, seeing how far they can push. From what I can tell, the yin energy here is in abundance and the ghosts relish in it. It would take an immense amount of power to flush it all out, so it's probably been like this for years.
[ A shrug and he takes a bite of bacon. It reminds him of Yi City, in a way, and just how mired in yin energy it was. The fact that the ghosts here aren't in hiding, aren't afraid of the people but feed off of them instead, interact with them consistently — it's enough to know that this is their domain and the guests here are just guests. ]
[ ishmael is also in a robe, albeit a fancier-looking vintage one, and hopefully gregor doesn't take a closer look at how freckly her cleavage is once he opens the door to meet her. ]
Cut the crap, Gregor. How anyone can be cheerful at a time like this is beyond me.
Have you seen my headband?
[ ...yeah, that's. that's the most important takeaway here, apparently. ]
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