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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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[ Is there a such thing as too in love? If so, then surely they both must be this way, because the touch of Midnight's lips to Keita's is almost enough to undo him. He sighs into it, a sound of relief and contentment, and brings a hand up to cup the line of Midnight's jaw, holding him as they kiss and kiss again. ]
I love you, [ Keita says in turn when they pull apart. As always, the freshness of saying it aloud sends a little zing of pleasure through him, warm and content. ] And the seat was the best in the house at the time, although I confess I prefer you this way.
[ It just feels right, to be held like this, leaning against Midnight's chest and feeling the warmth and security of arms around him. He lets his eyes close slightly, breathing in the familiar scent of Midnight's skin—followed by the slight scent of dust, from having been seated down here for so long.
It earns another noise of amusement, and this time Keita reaches up to dust off the top of Midnight's head. ]
Perhaps it's me who owes you an apology. I've been negligent about the dusting.
I'm being honest with you, it's not as easy as driving ourselves out. I don't even know what's happened in five months since I've been gone.
(so she's acting differently after having time to think, time to....consider some things. even if that spade mark is being annoying, this is one of the rarer times for them. when was the last time they spoke? or when was the last time that the two of them would sneak gazes like young lovesick pups until their eyes met? texas was better at hiding it, but she always knew when lappland was looking at her. in some ways, she was on her mind more than anything else. cellinia can't answer that as to why, but she did think about her too often.
more than she did exusiai, more than sora. even recently, she started talking about her bit by bit. never by name, not until recently after a conversation with the one person that did rescue her from that auction. weiss. weiss who she also had to explain that she didn't have romantic intentions with over a christmas present that she bought her.)
And maybe I got to thinking more that I haven't been the best of people with you.
(she'll. admit that much, it satisfies that mark so it's not burning or misbehaving while her amber eyes go straight to her hands. her ears almost uncharacteristically flat, seems that she loosened up a little in her training enough in lappland's presence.)
An acquaintance. I got told a few things by her, later found out that Broca and Aak are here....Broca was how I found out the foods laced and so is the drinks in most places, aside from the Red Cardinal.
[ it's a little like speaking to a particularly gregarious alien, speaking of his similarities to humans while holding them apart, a separate species. but what does nehan know. he's mortal, and they're playing a game without any gambling at all, nothing to read between the cards.
but the new one nets a scoff; in his surprise, he gives away a flicker of amusement. of course there'd be one of these questions eventually, given where they're sitting. an opulent casino with a foundation built off sex. ]
Is this what counts as stakes to you?
[ exchanging petty gossip. he slides the card into the rest of their spent pile with a fingertip. ]
If I recall... [ and he does, his memory woefully good until it isn't, ] I was thinking about whether I was going to meet my next inventory deadlines.
[ it'd been boring. ]
And? What sort of nonsense was going through that love-choked mind of yours.
( Of all the people to trap into a submission hold the morning after, this might be the worst option. Esikko is sickly, a thin thing with pink hair and a delicate appearance, and he's currently got bandages wrapped around him to cover half of his upper back. Since it's an open wound beneath there, his blood's overly floral scent of lavender and chrysanthemum is prominent in the room this morning, and it's almost peaceful.
Until that grip startles him completely out of his light sleep. )
What on earth are you doing?! Get off!
( It's a good thing he's not strangling him yet, because Esikko probably wouldn't have the energy or strength to stop him if he was. But like this? It's criminal enough, and his immediate reaction is to jab his bony little elbow back towards this stranger in a desperate attempt at freedom.
He's bony, so it's pokey, but honestly otherwise packs no punch at all. )
[ her mouth twitches; she finally actually taps into her famiglia training to keep her ears and tail stiff and still. she's been trained in the famiglia. pressured or just about crushed underfoot to be a soldier and the heiress. texas sure is saying some pretty unbelievable things, but she supposes she doesn't necessarily have to believe texas' words. anyone can say anything to take others off guard, enemy or even ally.
those days in siracusa... how funny, she might as well have been some lovesick puppy. maybe the only thing that really changed is time and how they've grown up, or maybe too much has changed. her mind ticks. she can make some conscious decisions, she decides, on what to take seriously or not. the mention of the other two operators, she thinks, isn't even really terribly important. she'd always been a lone wolf even in operations. ]
It's good to know what foods and drinks are safe than not. All things considered it's smarter not to trust food from a captor anyway. And of course I doubt it'd be as easy as driving out, I'm just trying to test a few options here.
You're acting strange, Texas. There's more you're not telling me, I'm sure.
[ she could venture a guess what might even be causing it. her innate and uncanny criminal intuition. ]
(what else does she have to say? everything? she doesn't want to start with everything, whether lappland believes her or not is up to her. that also means that she has to be honest further, which also doesn't help the situation. because they're not just stuck here. they're all on the receiving end of things that they want nowhere near. all forced on them, anything discomforting and everything that was just about dangerous in itself. she didn't know the full story, but there's been enough texas has seen to get her idea on the resort.
what idea that she has, is that it's not going to let go of people whether they complete their decks or not. the wish felt too good to be true, and many people she's known seemed more like they were giving up on the idea for having had been there a year in comparison to her five months. almost six months. the thought is enough to make her sick, but she doesn't say that even while she thinks about it. if she has to say more, then....)
There's a hierarchy. Low ranks receive the worst treatment, face cards receive the best. The marks also.... (admit it, texas.) The marks when they saturate fully don't stop making you hormonal until you're satisfied. People also turn into statues from what I was told and disappear.
(please don't ask her how she knows, it should be obvious about the mark. she doesn't like being vulnerable. just like there's a reason why it was slightly saturated when she showed lappland....)
[Hank looks down at the nipple clamps in his hand.
Looks up. Lips pursed.]
Think I might prefer the hex thing, honestly. But I guess I got — [checking his weird little watch to scan over the rules again] — four hours to figure all that out.
[He jerks his thumb toward the terribly inconvenient roulette wheel.]
You gonna try your luck? Or you gonna just... Hex me?
[Hank doesn’t even try to hide his small grin. Which will evaporate if she follows through with her threat, but still. Would rather not have to use said nipple clamps, thank you.]
[ Midnight bubbles with overjoyed laughter, shaking his head to watch the dust eddy around his head like snow... The pleasant kind, the kind that floats outside while warm things happen inside. ]
No need to apologize. We'll need a bath, nothing more... Well, we'll need to find a bath first. Let's see...
[ Rather reluctantly, but promising a bath with Keita at the end of the road, he gently lifts Keita and stretches his legs outward. Setting Keita to the side, he slips off the plinth, catching himself and testing his balance... He sighs. ]
I'm afraid I can't carry you this time, my love... Bit wobbly after all that sitting, you understand. Lead me to your chambers, and I promise your feet won't touch the ground for the next week, or as long as I can get away with containing you in your bed.
[ He reaches out for Keita. Wobbly as he is, he can at least be a gentleman and help him down from his perch. ]
[ the new potentiality or reality of being stuck in a sex resort is... well she'll have to wrap her mind around it a little. maybe for now, she could think of it as a nuisance. it'll be inconvenient. there are things she needs to do, a few goals she wants to accomplish, this sure would be getting in the way of that. sex, however, isn't a terribly big ordeal for her however much she's had or not, however much she's wanted a certain person or not. she's already accepted the reality that the world isn't exactly about getting what she wants. the low rank of being a lone wolf, the future that waits her for being infected. the future of turning into a statue or rather dust and ashes is already her reality. ]
Whoa, what a terrible fate that is. [ in the tone of voice of someone maybe putting a fraction of an effort into not sounding like a psychopath. she'd barely put in even that amount of care at all; that she's trying now is like her familiar pretense in trying to get along with others, because she does occasionally do that. the look she levels at texas is something brittle, calculative.
it was obvious enough speculation that something had to be the matter with that mark. one ear flicks, as if to betray the smallest tremor in her chest. how really, really inconvenient. it's simple if people think she's insane or even if texas does. it's actually just personally inconvenient if she's not even as crazed as someone might think after all. ]
But it might be a simple enough solution to fuck an ailment like that away, hm?
[ the brittleness lingers in her chest that, she could assume, someone bought texas at auction and something like that would happen. ]
I didn't have this when I was auctioned off, I wasn't touched during that also. The most that was done was buying me to get me out of there after she noticed that I was a wildcard, plus me being shown around.
(somewhat, she had to deal with more after. on check-in, she was given her rank and conveniently, it was high. she didn't mind that. it has uses, all she needed to do was keep her bank full and survive. try not to let that mark saturate fully, even. the times it's happened weren't something that she wants to see more of. she hated it. nothing about it felt good, not after. not how she would have acted, more volatile, more like a wild animal. none of that is something she likes to think about, the becoming a statue part included. she didn't want to think more about that because who wants to consider becoming a lifelike stone statue?
she's seen the damn things, the ones that aren't players. they would stare at her and flare her senses badly.
that something is off, something had to be off. but texas doesn't say this like she's not caring. if looked at closer, she's....struggling, no that's been this whole time in the resort. she's good at hiding these things, but there are limits. there's always limits to how far that can go. vulnerability is something that she's always despised, but that's nothing easily changed in her. she can't tell. maybe it's better to say she's showing more care than she ran away from showing in brunello.)
Lappland. I....
(she pauses, uncertain, teeth sinking into her bottom lip. maybe she's not fit for this, maybe she isn't okay for holding out this long. is she going to die there? are they going to? she doesn't know.)
[ losing it at her traumadumping on him three tags in. some things never change.
Anyway! He shrugs loosely. If her gaze happens to linger on the crystals protruding from his body, he just winks. She can ask about it if she wants, but he's not going to act cagey when they've already been out for everyone to see. But, it isn't like he isn't observing her in his own way, either—noting how her expression shifts from nonchalance to frustration, while turning various other things in his mind.
In the end, there's no better way to say it other than that she seems like she's really going through it. He tilts his head, curious, then gently places his palm atop her head. It feels like the right thing to do, even if it's not a proper replacement for what she's missing. They've already slept together (??) what's a little more intimacy on the less intrusive side of things? ]
What kind of headband is it? If it's a memento, I've heard you can occasionally ask the house for things from back home. Figures, if there's an incentive they can dangle over you to play their games, they'll leverage it.
[ pat pat. ]
You'll have to decide for yourself whether it's worth it or not, but any way you have it, aren't you rushing things a little? In the minute we've shared, I've learned more about you than anyone else I've met, and I've yet to learn your name. [ the fact that this could also speak to how many other people he's spoken to. zero (0). but she doesn't need to know that. ] Nice and slow. Figure it out bit by bit, one step at a time. How about we do that together?
[Hank considers tossing the question back at her: “you do much ass touching lately?” But he doesn’t, preferring to roll along with their game.]
Oh, you’re a hero all right.
[He pushes back his chair, staring at her ass as he stands. It feels perverted, because it is, but it’s part of the game. Not like anyone would expect him to slap someone’s ass without looking, right?
He really hasn’t touched a girl’s ass in half a decade, though. Feels weird to be indulging with a stranger in public, but hell — when in Rome. Smack asses, apparently.
Hank isn’t really thinking about how hard he’ll do it till he’s standing beside her, hand pulled back. Trying not to ponder her age — don’t make this any weirder than it’s gotta be, Hank thinks — and then he’s finally releasing his hand. Letting it smack against her. Enough to make his palm sting a bit, and it’s not part of the whole “slap ass” part, but his hand lingers. Gives her a little squeeze.
God, he is a pervert.]
Thanks. [A mumble as he shuffles back to his chair.] For fixing my “sorry excuse for a life.” Think that did the trick.
[ ... well she supposes she won't be crashing into a wall. right now, anyway. for now.
there's another level look at texas, then she pulls into a parking spot and turns the car off. actually she'll be surprised if texas really fears anything like death. it may as well be something lappland's embraced long ago, but she supposes she doesn't have any other choice. and if there are idle fantasies of killing texas or having texas die with her... such dreams would only remain those dreams, when the rest of her and all of her is dedicated to the point of insanity or complete incurable sickness, infatuation. she turns off the car. ]
... Want to move to the back?
[ the luxury hummer limo is pretty damn spacious. there are cushioned seats. even a bed. ridiculously fitted out, one of those vehicles lappland really would like nothing more to wreck. her blackened heart practically has to steel herself for... well, what can she say. texas is her friend and enemy and far too much more. hopelessly, completely, it's impossible for her not to want to help texas even in some matter like this. she'd always wanted--
want is something that could practically be so negligible and selfish for her at the same time. ]
[ She is intimidating, but he’s not a man easily intimidated. When you’re afflicted with the kind of ambition that grants you a Vision—which he keeps dangling form his hips like usual, visible enough should she deign to notice it—there’s very little that would truly frighten.
Unless she has tentacles. But he’s going to reserve judgment on that. For now he doesn't even have any inkling that she might be from Teyvat. ]
I am truly sorry for the rough treatment, though it appears that you’re acclimating admirably well.
[ Well enough to keep the staff and residents from bullying her too much, anyway. He’d seen the way some of the more reluctant guests had been manhandled on the way here… ]
Oh, but where are my manners? I am Baizhu, a doctor. Please don’t hesitate to call upon me for any help.
can't believe he got conscripted into being a clown's babysitter already--
How lovely to meet you. I’m Baizhu, but a humble doctor.
[ An onmyouji, is it? His eyes light up with interest, having recalled some bit of esoteric knowledge or the other from Inazuma. Oh, yes. He definitely doesn’t care about the alarm bells this one sets off right now. ]
But as to the matter at hand: I was under the impression that a master must adhere to his submissive’s tastes.
[ Baizhu in his innocence had assumed that he’d only been asked to be the master in a BDSM context, please forgive him. ]
Alivian isn't sure where to put his hands next, other than to keep stroking that clothed length as Hank rocks his hips.
Also, he isn't sure what to do with the compliments. If that's what they are. He's not sure....
"I--I was thinking my dick, but with how hard these are holding on, that... that might be a bad idea??"
His ears airplane. There's a downside to this angle - Hank only has to pull back a little to see the irregular scars on Alivian's upper back. But it's also an open view to see that there's a very thick lining of fur along his spine, reaching from the tops of his shoulder blades and reaching down past his pants, and, pretty clearly, all the way to that soft tail of his.
His musculature is also slightly more pronounced from behind.
"I don't.. want it to hurt more than it feels good, you know...?"
His face is still so bright red; he'd like to fall into a hole right now.
(maybe it's better to say that it's not a fear of death, but a fear that they'd never see what was their home again. maybe even wondering how much worse it can get. she doesn't have those fantasies lappland does (she has nightmares that never fade away instead) which is a given from their differences. she doesn't know what to think about it, but they're trapped here. they both are. what happens now? she doubts they could cure oripathy given broca still has it. aak spilled that during a conversation that she had with him over her outing herself in a game that everyone played during a mingle for the newcomers.
she doesn't say anything else, not at the moment. what she does is, she unbuckles that seatbelt she put on preemptively to not get herself killed if lappland did drive the limo into a wall. the offer is taken and texas leaves both that hat and cane in the passenger seat. the mask, too. she must look more out of place in this, maybe that she fits in too well whenever she hates that idea. she's left behind this life of luxury like lappland did. they weren't heiresses any longer, they were lone wolves. an exile and runaway. one more dangerous than the other, but she did take a seat somewhere that seems comfortable enough back there.
it's not as awkward as it usually is, that's one step forward for them. that cellinia didn't run again, that she's talking to her how she used to. not from how she would act instead of being honest, but just like when they were young pups. maybe this is a slight change for her. then again, after having five months to think, can she be blamed? she's fortunate that she didn't have this meeting happen while her mental state was all over the place during november from her transformation in october.)
You....also don't have to worry as much if you get given a low rank, if I have to then I'll use my rank. I don't care if you get pushed down to the basement like Broca and Aak are, or if the staff gets upset, you're staying with me if I can help that.
[All he receives in return is a chaste "hmph" and glowering at the dice. It's not the worst combination; considering what's available, more embarrassing things are possible.]
I know how gambling works. This place is the problem.
[Living in a world obsessed with luxury, sex, and bonds, exclusive of whatever people might feel about that combination. They don't have much choice, albeit an illusion of it with some wriggle room for the stubborn and petulant. Bakugo's left occasionally wondering how his classmates or teachers might react to being here. Midnight-sensei would likely find it quite amusing, minus the kidnapping part. Aizawa would hate it. He hopes he never sees any of them captured within the cage.
Dull scuffing of wood over fabric breaks his thoughts and Bakugo glances up at the man across from him. Right. Unless they wanna lean across the table like some secret-sharing middle schoolers... He pushes himself up with a huff and rounds the table while Kizuna plays with his hair. Baring an ear amid a backdrop of clinks and twinkling chains.]
Huh, they don't look like spiral bound notebooks.
[Mild taunting over the sheer gaudy around the man's neck compared to only a single steel-hued ring in the one. Bakugo plants a hand on the table to brace as he leans forward, eyes closing in a casual i'm too cool expression, and captures the man's upper shell between his teeth. Yeah, the dice say bite it, but... knowing this place, he lingers on the captured flesh, and runs the tip of his tongue across it. Enough to make the nerves buzz. Then opens his mouth and blows a short, soft, cool breath though pursed lips as added "oomph" to the whole thing.]
Hank lets his hand slip lower, curling over Alivian’s. He watches their reflection in the mirror: the way his fingers appear to move so slowly, almost exaggeratedly. It’s not him, he swears. It’s the weird mirror.
Thumb brushing over Alivian’s knuckles now. Squeezing his hand, making him squeeze himself. Which makes a pretty picture in the mirror, in-fucking-deed.
“No, baby.” Hank presses what he hopes is a somewhat comforting kiss to Alivian’s neck. “Don’t want it to hurt too much. Wouldn’t do that to you.”
With his other hand, Hank trails up Alivian’s back. Fingers tapping, running along his skin: the slopes and curves of his muscles, then against the fur along his shoulders. Warm. Soft.
[ the windows are tinted and even curtained from the inside; a curtain divides the car from the driver's seat. she clambers to the back alongside texas. well, wearing nothing but a nightgown was a little amusing at first, even if of course it's definitely less layers than is prudent for an assassin like her. still...
she can practically feel her hackles raise a little at the offer. not exactly out of aggression, but, ] You're being so obliging or, uh... [ she practically struggles a little over what she's trying to say or articulate. it's just so surreal she still barely know how the fuck to handle this because she's used to a lifetime of texas basically stonewalling her. she's comfortable with that and with bothering texas. whatever this is is just taking her aback. ]
Or are you pitying me? I don't really care that much about rank, you know.
[ she may as well already be the lowest of the low, infected lone wolf. she really knows she can't rely on anyone but herself. constantly willing to help texas or even help others, she knows nobody would extend a hand to her... maybe amiya. and maybe texas only had once, twice, when she was already ready to die.
anyway, texas willingly saying something crazy like 'stay with me' is just so completely unrealistic to her she can't really believe the offer at all. ]
[people piss him off. 100% onus on them. the mattress jostles beneath him as his companion shuffles to the edge, and thank fuck it doesn't feel as if a ship's pitching beneath his legs. bakugo moves towards the other side of the bed rather than stagger out alongside him. legs swing, feet plant, and he pushes himself to stand, one arm grabbing the sheet in afterthought and pulling it around his waist for a quick knotted half-toga of sorts.
this isn't his room, but one of the lower-ranked ones, so he knows where they keep things. most rooms aren't stocked well in the lower floors, but introduction rooms at least give some amenities to give the illusion of equality before dumping people into respective ranks. bastards.]
Haa? [describe it? growling, he pulls one arm over his head and drags it to the side, muscles tensing until his shoulder pops-- or by the sound of it, snaps.] Just a splitting headache. Grab the medicine and beat it; I gotta piss.
Hey, what's wrong about that? Shouldn't we be able to do that?
[Seriously, Rude can be so upright at times, it causes Reno to roll his eyes.]
All I'm sayin' is that you would totally rock a pair of nipple pier-iiiiiaaah!
[Reno didn't see it coming, and he's too hungover for his Turk training and instincts to kick in, so he finds himself once again pressed into the mattress by Rude. All air gets pressed out of his lungs for a second and the feel of that weight above him makes Reno squirm ... Fuck, he is getting hard from this, causing heat to rise in his cheeks for once. NOW things might be getting awkward ..!]
Ha! [Success! Keys tucked in a small compartment on the center console's side. Sneaky, but probably expected in a fancy car like this. Bakugo snatches them up and pulls himself to a sitting position in the driver's sea- ] WHAT THE-!?
[Almost slams his head into the roof when a new face practically runs right into his personal space! Where the hell did that guy come from?! He was hiding behind other cars last Bakugo saw him! Leaning close to his shoulder. Is he trying to climb into the car or nosily looking around it while invading privacy?]
I'm shutting this up, dammit! [And holds the keys up for a here-and-gone flash. Bakugo tilts his head to the side, glowering at the other man as he rams the car keys into the ignition. A quick turn ignites the battery and shuts the alarm up, pacifying its owner.
One down. One to go. Save for a naked man lodged in the driver's side doorway. With his junk dangling in clear view right beside Bakugo's arm. So tempted to accidentally elbow him...] What's wrong with your leg?
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