【 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.
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( He... doesn't have anywhere to be, no, but he also doesn't doesn't have anywhere to be... you know? In a place as mysterious and unexpected as a 'casino' (whatever those are), technically everywhere is important, if it means learning about his current situation and finding a way back, looking for his student, but —
Well, he can't also just leave now, can he? In more ways than one. The personal koala is an unique experience in itself, and though Kyros mostly freezes, unsure of what to do, much like when a slice of cheddar is put on a cat's head, he still tries to make sense of how he ended up there at all. Indulging in drinks against his will, partying all day and night long for way too long, then... Then what? )
... You'd be having a better sleep if you hugged a pillow, you know. ( A gentle reminder, because his body is soooo not soft, man. But his voice is soft when he speaks, without any hint of annoyance or irritation.
Though Kyros hesitates, his palm eventually finds the girl's hair, and he strokes it carefully. Alexis had been much this needy, once. )
Sleeping on a bed with a stranger isn't safe either. ( Not that he'd ever do anything, but yk. )
[ He hasn't partied this hard in a long time, Ishmael. Cut him some slack! But his eyes do pry open-- wow, everything is so bright when you're hung over. Still, an easy smile remains on his face as he gives Ishmael his full attention, and he shoots a finger in her direction. ]
Oh, hell. I remember you now! You're the last person I spoke to in the gaming area!
[ .. Was she? Maybe she was? Or maybe she wasn't. He's still avoiding saying her name which is a keen indicator he can't remember it at all. ]
How ya feeling? Your head good? 'Cause mine is freaking killing me, but don't worry. It's not anything I can't handle. Just gotta get up and get some water.. maybe puke.
[ look at him, squirming, wiggling out of bed.. he's taking his time but he is getting there. He glances over at Ishmael. ]
Hank whistles as Gen actually does what he says — this sure is new — and he even lets himself ogle a little. Who can blame him? He’s gotta know what he’s in for with the whole smacking thing.
“This sure is some kinda place, huh?”
He stands. Moves around the table. Hank does wonder for a brief moment what the hell he’s doing — how easy it is to want to let loose — but now he has one hand on the small of Gen’s back. To steel himself, maybe.
Then, with his other hand, he’s pulling back. Sucking in a breath through his teeth before he just goes for it: smacking this stranger’s ass with a loud slap. Could he have done it more gently? Sure. But he didn’t.
“Jesus.” Hank shakes out his hand before returning to his chair. “The prizes here really worth all that?”
THANKS i think these might be bad but icons are icons lets go
[ Surely he has a witty, snappy retort to this, right? Something cool, something that reflects their journey together no he's pathetic. They're pathetic. He's dragging them both down in the mathematical average IQ in this room. Sorry. ]
Nnn bein' loud... 'n stupid... fffnnn...
[ He is not yet awake. He is simply too big and unburdened by braincells to be concerned that a fellow Sinner might be in fact be slowly suffocating to death underneath him. Zzzzz. ]
Always so polite, monsieur. [And his smile brightens at that. Wriothesley doesn't try to hide the fondness, the lack of it in his life for so long making it a very welcomed familiarity.
He had truly missed this.
Even if he can feel himself want to squirm when Neuvillette seems to be giving him a once over. Not in the way of one was checking the other out, but more because Neuvillette was probably assessing his wellbeing. How sweet of them. Wriothesley is not so different from before. Perhaps a few new scars here and there and his hair might need a trim. The only real changes were that Wriothesley had swapped out an earring or two from his more simple studs and hoops. Now there was a fancier earring hanging from one of his lobes and a more detailed hoop in one of his helix piercings.
Other than that, Wriothesley was in good health. Minus his habit of smoking kicking back in.]
This place is kind of a hard adjustment if you're not really into such a debauched life, but I can assure you that it's far more manageable after the initial arrival. [Though, Wriothesley had acclimated to the setting far easier than others and he's aware of that.
Neuvillette's concern for his wellbeing almost makes him feel guilty that he has been finding himself growing to enjoy the place. Not the place specifically, but the people whom he had connected here had become so very important to him.] Well, I don't lack amenities, though the lack of Fontaine's waters is an itch I can't quite scratch, and I've gotten to experience a lot of things while here. [His answer starts off roundabout and he knows it is.]
I've been quite well, to answer your question. There are bad days and there are times in which I grow incensed, but those days are overshadowed by better moments and memories. [He perks up a bit.] I assume you are well? That Fontaine is well? I had to be informed by others of Fontaine's current state by others since I find that I am wholly behind in comparison.
[ Panty can starfish all she wants to in the bed, but she's sharing it with a particularly large dude who also doesn't seem to have a concept of personal space either. For most of the evening, he keeps to himself and allows her to take up all of the space that she needs. That is, until dawn break. He's having a pretty good dream of all the glory days he had in the ring. One arm swings over Panty and he shimmies a little closer. It turns into some kind of cuddling, but in his mind he's grappling his opponent until the bell rings, the crowd goes wild, he's the winner of the championship and of course, still undefeated.
It would be really terrible if somebody woke him up right now. You know, in the rudest way possible. ]
I've missed you. Every time I close my eyes, I miss you terribly.
[ Midnight readjusts, wrapping an arm around Keita's waist to hold him steady and kissing him on the temple, skin already warming from the close contact. He smiles, closes his eyes, and breathes in. Lemons and summer...
... But his mind is deceptively current, bound to finding the particular details of reality. Grounded in spite of his best efforts. His mind slowly falls together, pieces fitting together like seafoam, like hand in hand. ]
Was I away again? How long...?
[ Because he's been all kinds of disoriented in his life, but this one is very particular. He remembers much of it, yet very little... He remembers words floating in and out of his consciousness, filled with love. ]
it's ok heathcliff will always be hot regardless 🙂↕️
[ wings, he can be so annoying when he wants it to be. she's not surprised if he's doing this out of spite -- but he can just. you know. not do this. like what the fuck? pretty sure he'd rather do this to any other person that isn't her, anyway. he's going to be sooooo disappointed when he wakes up and finds her underneath him.
she takes in a deep breath, and exhales. not gonna lie, their position is a little comforting. there's something about having someone big and imposing lie on top of her unguarded like this. she lifts a hand up and rests it one heathcliff's nape, stroking him there with an uncharacteristically tender touch--
before grabbing the hair behind his head. ]
Hey. Wake up or I'm going to toss you over the brig. [ haha, get it. ]
( one would think that working at the casino for the past many months would give even aventurine, senior manager bunny waiter, a pass on the festivities... but the ghost hands answer to no one, with their own will and desires, and - well, though aventurine had hardly been truly against it, even he is not immune to how much alcohol his body can really handle before he drinks himself to blackout.
a dangerous little thing, even in a place he knows every crook and corner. it's a particular vulnerability he does not enjoy, least of all when he isn't the first to rise, the throbbing headache severely disturbing his rational thoughts.
well. he has also died twice already, so what's the worst that could happen to him, in a room with a stranger? )
A little unfair when I'm barely awake, isn't it?
( aventurine teases, because he has no interest in the breakfast offered to them, even as his eyes scan the food. instead, as he sits up on the bed, isn't there someone much more curious than whatever food the casino and the house prepared for them? not a face he recognizes, for one. )
But I suppose it would be terrible for my image not to extend you a generous hand. Why don't you take the entire tray? Consider it a welcome gift. ( a bet he makes with himself, that his current roommate is a new guest the house has whisked away from somewhere. ) I doubt you've ever eaten better food as well. The House does know how to treat its guests.
( ... if you ignore most of the food is drugged, that is. )
[ Oh, god. His head hurts. His head hurts so bad. Also his mouth feels so dry. Is this what a hangover feels like? This is the worst.
-- is the lovely train of thought leaking through his brain, though it scatters the moment Fuuta blearily opens his eyes and looks over to see ... some stranger. Some huge stranger. Asking him a question. There's a moment of flabbergasted staring before he croaks, ]
What ... no. [ He's going to hurl if he tries to eat anything right now. ] An' at least cover your mouth if you're gonna talk with your mouth full. That's so gross.
[ Those are both very reasonable points! Unfortunately for him, Mayou isn't feeling very reasonable this morning. Kyros gets treated to a muffled 'mnngh' grumbling noise against his chest as she promptly pulls the cover up over her face to block out anything vaguely resembling light, leaving just the top of her head visible.
The green witch then sticks a hand out from her cozy blanket lair and clumsily pats in the general area of his face. She... uh... miiiiiiiight end up pawing at his nose or something by accident, but hey! It's the thought that counts!
Now where is--? Ah. There he is. Mayou blindly presses a finger to his lips in a 'shush' gesture before pulling her arm back into her lair and settling in to his combing fingers with a gusty sigh. ]
Shhhhhhhh. Have some respect for the dying.
[ Give her five minutes to figure out she hasn't died of liver failure. She'll be less pathetic then. ]
[ chew chew chew and swallow! Beowulf waves the now polished fork at Fuuta. ]
That ain't no way to be! You gotta hydrate, eat a buncha shit! Trust me, I've done this rodeo so many times, bro.
[ don't 'bro' someone in bed with you... ]
You think I got where I am today 'cause I skipped breakfast? Hell no! It's the most important meal of the day! But y'anno what, more for me. If you change your mind, I'm sure this place has room service, yeah? I can order ya something if you want.
[ He should talk softer. It's true, he had a hangover earlier this morning, but he's taken advantage of the little hang over supply given to them. ]
They left us stuff for the hangover too if you need it.
Rex | Xenoblade Chronicles 3:Future Redeemed | New Player
Most people would be thrilled to be behind the wheel of a luxury, high end roadster, but Rex was having a miserable time of it. Aside from the fact that he didn't know how to drive, the car itself was small. Being 6'4" (193cm) and broadly built, he barely fit in the seat, let alone had any room to stretch out. He tried, only for his arm to bang into the window, leading to a frustrated sound from him.
"Titan's foot! They have to have me mixed up with someone else!"
It wasn't just the car that was small either. The robe they gave him barely fit across his shoulders, didn't really cover his chest, and only came down slightly past his hips. It wouldn't take more than a gentle breeze for him to be indecent, and the car seemed to know that. If it weren't for Rex holding the bottom of his robe closed, he was sure the a/c would have exposed him to his 'roommate'.
"Where is that Valet guy?" Rex eventually asked. "He said he'd be back with clothes, but there's no sign of him. Think he forgot about us?"
B. House of Cards
It turned out that Rex cleaned up nicely. he had managed to get a decent change of clothes, and made his way into the party. He didn't throw himself into the celebration, but still took it in, having some food and drinks, and trying some of the games.
He ended up being drawn to one game in particular, where people had to dismantle a tower of cards without everything tumbling down. Of course, the added bonus of the questions intrigued him, since it allowed him a chance to gather some information. He just needed to find the proper opponent. Though, when someone did catch his eye, he called out to them.
"Hey, mate! Fancy a game?"
C. After Party
Rex was the first to wake, but didn't want to disturb the person who ended up next to, particularly since he probably didn't know them. Instead, he took the opportunity to have a quiet breakfast and enjoy some coffee, when the cloth bag caught his eye. He started to dig through it, his expression curious as he pulled out the various bottles of pills, the bottles of some kind of medicine. But as he got to the large box at the bottom, his brows furrowed as he looked at the box, only for his face to go to shock, then indignation as he read the description on the side.
It was called "The True Blade," and it was a perfect, life-sized replica of Rex's dick. Veins and all.
It was enough to make him question his sanity as he looked at the box, then down at... himself, only to look at the box again.
"What the--?!?! How did--?!?!
"When did they even measure me for this?!?!"
4. Wildcard
((Got an idea you want try out, feel free to hit me up. You can also use brackets if you're more comfortable with that.))
Edited 2025-01-16 07:15 (UTC)
good he's useless otherwise... heathcliff in his trophy wife era (???)
[ It is equally nice to snooze and not have to worry about anything but a random bullshite siren going off, or Faust sticking her head in his room uninvited to say There Is A Matter That Requires Full Attendance or some tripe, fully in cursive like everything she says... Also it's warm in his bed right now, which is nice too. Soft. Maybe too soft. If Heathcliff knows anything his fate, the pendulum's about to swing the other way— ]
— agh, AH, OW, BLOODY FUCKING SHITE HELL GET OFF —
[ Having no idea that his assailant is currently underneath him, he thrashes, trying to get an elbow into whoever is yanking his hair, fails, and eventually lands on his side, still on a bed of orange hell, kicking his legs and generally being completely useless. Good morning, British Sinners!!!!!!! ]
“Well, I mean... shit. Don’t gotta be all bashful about it.”
Hank rubs the back of his neck. He didn’t expect someone to be graceful about his reluctance.
“The whole deal is” — Hank says this as if he’s an expert here, which is lightyears away from the truth — “I gotta use them. With someone. But that doesn’t necessarily mean it’s gotta be me who wears them, y’know?”
He waves his hand in the air awkwardly. Gesturing to said nipple clamps.
“Guess you should do your spin, though. Who knows, maybe you’ll get one of the actual prizes and not a... whatever.”
But then maybe their luck will be doubly bad instead, and they’ll both end up with something weird!
[At some point, Wriothesley had realized that his life had become something ridiculously domestic with Kizuna. From sharing breakfast (or lunch depending when he wakes up) to just idling in the same space. Another aspect had been his closet. It wasn't that Wriothesley couldn't dress himself nor was Kizuna in charge of his entire wardrobe, but there were definitely clothes and outfits being chosen for him on the regular now. It had become something he easily accepted with how it seemed to be something Kizuna quite enjoyed.
His outfit definitely was not his own idea, but he happily wears it, matching with his lover as they end up at the party. At first, they split ways, merely mingling about. It isn't so much a disinterest, but merely a game the two were now playing. He feels a certain gaze on him the same way he keeps the empath in his peripheral. Separated, and yet still magnetized to each other where they simply can't help but keep track of where the other is.
Wriothesley decides to let himself snap first and close the distance again. He might be competitive to a fault, but he doesn't think he's losing by giving in.]
You know~ [Wriothesley carefully slinks an arm around Kizuna's waist.] Instead of watching me dance with others, you could just ask for one yourself. Or am I perhaps reading too much into it? [His tone was playful, knowing the answer already, but feigning innocence.]
he deserves to be a trophy wife after his canto... rest now king
[ okay, first of all it's the other way around?? HE should get off of HER, wtf. once heathcliff is stirred away - and quite annoyingly so - ishmael wastes no time in turning the tables around on him, grabbing his shoulders and flipping him around so that he's now lying down on the bed and she's straddling him.
don't ask. she's wearing nothing but an oversized white t-short and her underwear, and that's that. curiously, her signature headband is nowhere in sight. ]
Calm down. I keep telling you a billion times over to get off me, but you didn't listen. [ huffs, then crosses her arms together. ] When did you get here?
Hmm... [ As they draw away from the thrum of the party proper, lead by Kizuna's inability to be idle in the midst of so much revelry and noise, he hums low, knowing Mona can hear it. Soft, assessing. Much like the way he curls his fingers beneath her knuckles, lifting her hand to his lips. ] What do you say, Miss Mona?
[ Though he's playing it off a little in this decadent atmosphere, he doesn't mind that she might see it — the slight strain in his pleasant expression, empathy being stretched towards its limit. Despite that, he is enjoying himself, leading them off the dancefloor in a pretty sweep of Mona's dress by his side.
With her arm held up and across his chest, he smiles across the angle of her fingers. ]
( ... That they are not. Even though Kyros had been so perfect willing to be dressed up in a tuxedo and everything (the tailcoat is nice, besides the point, but he likes it at least), partaking in the festivities would be... a little too much, a little too close to home, a little too uncomfortable. Being dragged by invisible hands, cold to the touch even through his clothes was enough to really annoy him, but maybe it's a good thing Kizuna shows up when he does; a moment too late, and Kyros would've barked in anger at beings he can't even see.
Well. The bad thing here is that he's frowning a little too much at Kizuna, before Kyros catches himself and fixes his expression. Please do not mind the sudden display of genuine emotion, it doesn't happen often. )
I'm starting to think no one here really likes them. ( Is this shade? Surprisingly not. Not when it's accompanied by a heavy sigh, and Kyros' body visibly relaxes.
He's not taking neither the elbow nor the hand, though. Sorry. Give him a minute to put himself back together again. )
Thanks... for the rescue. I'm not so used to dealing with ( pause, because he almost instinctively said enemies, ) things I can't see. Is this normal around here?
[ Oh, horrible. Absolutely. Who would do such a thing to a guy just looking for some human connection? Ruining his good dream over such a minor thing as bed space is next level petty. Surely an angel could be expected to uphold all things good and holy, and protect humanity from evil? ]
Piss off, Chuck.
[ HA HA... nah. Too bad it's Panty we're talking about here. Her arm comes up and across her body before rocketing backwards at Mach 5 with her pointy little elbow leading the way for maximum aerodynamics. She's not aiming at anywhere in particular, but it's guaranteed to smart more than a little if it connects somewhere tender. ]
( Ah. He's appealing to his freedom-loving side. Jae Ha considers this for a moment, takes one glance down at the floor beneath them (empty enough!) and then drops from his grip to land gracefully with a touchdown of his right foot.
Immediately afterwards, he places a hand on his hip and looks up, calling out to his new floating friend. )
My mistake, you're right! Why don't you show us all how far you can float?
( He's joking around, here... Really, he could see that lack of control from a mile away, as a man who practically lives in the skies. So, he's down here to be able to catch him when he inevitably comes crashing down. )
[Hank is muttering this as he touches the trunk, very obviously feeling someone trying to kick their way out. But it’s not like he has a key, which would probably make things too easy.]
I’m gonna — [he jerks a thumb toward the car, as if whoever’s trapped might be able to see] — check the car, okay? Try to pop the trunk.
[Luckily, and perhaps too easily, the doors are unlocked. Swinging out all fancy-like, which has Hank rolling his eyes.
He gets the trunk opened, though. A little apprehensive as he rounds his way back to make sure the person is okay.]
he gets one (1) self-esteem, she gets one (1) purpose. baby steps
[ To his credit, when he hears Ishmael — more importantly, when he hears the extreme lack of urgency in her voice — all he does is peel his eyes open and check for a shock of orange hair before immediately relaxing. He lies back with a sigh, barely registering what she says. ]
The hell do you mean, when did I get here... This is my room, woman. Get out.
[ ... Yeah, he did not get the memo. He's chalking up the weird casino as an insane horny dream and he's treating Ishmael being here as a sign he's back in the bus where he kind of sort of belongs. Not that he feels grateful for that or anything. (He's very grateful for that.) ]
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