【 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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[ It's not as if Aerith has never seen a car before. But when she wakes up, it takes her a moment to realize that she's inone. The first few moments of her life in the Golden Peacock Resort are spent looking around the inside of the place, peering out of the windows until she feels comfortable in deducing that yes, she's in a parking lot somewhere, which means that yes, this is some kind of incredibly fancy car. Far, far too fancy for a girl from the Slums, at any rate.
The second things that draws her attention is her clothing—or lack thereof. While the material of the robe is opaque from the waist up, it's otherwise sheer, lacy, and it's entirely too noticeable that she's not wearing anything underneath.
At least it's a cute color, she thinks. For now, she'll do what she can and nab a cloth napkin from the bar, laying it over her lap as she tries to figure out what exactly to do next.
It's only then that she finally realizes she's not alone. Aerith blinks, and then offers a smile to her surprise companion. ]
Hi! Do you, um... happen to have any idea where we are?
[ Given that their state of dress is just like hers, it's a long shot. But she has to try, right? ]
❀ 2. Welcome to the Next 168 Hours
[ Okay, so it's not exactly the most comfortable dress she's ever worn. The lace and the gems are all scratchy, and it seems like they want to attack her every time she so much as moves, especially if she makes the mistake in drawing a bare arm in front of herself, or to her sides, or pretty much anywhere. Plus, hair hair feels like it's pulled back a little too tightly—she'll no doubt have a headache, later on. But... well, she also feels like she can't really complain. The only thing she's ever worn that was even close to this fancy was the lovely dress that Madam M provided for her, and just like her favorite hair ribbon, she's entirely without that, here. And if she's going to be a part of this party, then she needs something proper to wear, right?
Right.
That's why, despite the apparent discomfort of the thing, she finds herself moving around the place with a smile, greeting people and indulging in the various foods and drinks the place has to offer. ]
2.5. It's Getting Bubbly [ She even goes so far as to try the special champagne, laughing in surprise as it carries her off into the air—and then gasping with the same laughter as she's unceremoniously dumped right in someone's lap. ]
Oh!! I'm so sorry! [ she exclaims, and then another warm, bright peal of laughter escapes her, part-shocked, part joyous at the absolute silliness she has just experienced. ]
❀ 3. Sex Toy Roulette
(( OOC note: to make this more random, please spin the wheel to determine what Aerith ended up with! if you want, I'm happy to spin the wheel for you too. ♥ ))
[ Well, if she's going to be here for however long the resort has determined she will be, she may as well have some fun, right? At a quick glance, the sex toy roulette looks like it might just be the safest place to start. No awkward dice rolls to contend with, no probing questions, none of the difficult dynamic changing that might come with the 1 or 11 game. All she needs to do is spin a wheel, win a prize—and sure, it may be something embarrassingly kinky, but she can deal with that later.
What she doesn't expect is the message that shows on her watch within moments of winning.
Aerith's head tilts, and she considers her prize. ]
Oh. Hm...
❀ 4. Hangover Aftercare
[ Later, Aerith will argue that she didn't drink enough at the party to suffer a hangover the next day—and yet, when she wakes up in bed once the party is over, there's a dull ache at the back of her head as if she did.
Entirely naked—her dress from the night before draped haphazardly over a nearby chair—she sits up, groaning slightly; one hand lifts the sheets to her breast for modesty, the other goes to her head, cradling it against the light and the pain. ]
Ugh.
[ She sits like that for a moment before she straightens up, finally allowing herself to take in her surroundings. A tray of breakfast, a bag labeled with "Hangover Kit"—
and of course, another hotel guest sharing the bed with her.
Aerith likes to think that she's pretty good at dealing with awkward situations, but then again, she's never had to deal with this...
Still, she offers a smile, reaches for the tray and tugs it a little closer to them. ]
Are you feeling okay? It looks like there might be stuff here to help.
❀ NOTES & WILDCARD.
I'm totally open to any wildcard starters using any of the other prompts, including the other games and even the high-ranking lounge. if you have questions, feel free to hit me up at denouements. PM, or on Discord!
as of yet I have not completely decided which canon-point I'll be pulling Aerith from; it will likely be somewhere during the Remake/Rebirth series but as to where exactly I'm not sure. the answer may naturally unfold itself during prompts with castmates, or I may decide later. ♥
The wolf's ears wiggle a little as he considers them, but then nods.
"It's not a bad prize."
It's his turn to spin, so that's what he does. He watches as the sections tick by, only...
His prize? another set of nipple clamps. This pair with little blue jewels stuck to them as weights. Alivian tilts his head a little as he regards them again, just the same as the first set, and then his lips quirk into a hint of a smile.
[this isn't the wildest party sizhui's been to, not by a long shot, but it's definitely still A Lot and he's doing his best to take it slowly. so far, all he's done is partake in a some (mostly) safe food and chat with a few people that he's met, though even that is still draining enough that he finds himself wanting a reprieve from it all.
after making sure he's still neatly dressed, he makes his way over to one of the tables that's furthest away from all the hustle and bustle, leaning against a nearby wall so he can take a few moments to catch his breath. what he doesn't expect is to hear someone snoring nearby. he waits a minute or two longer, making absolute certain that's what he's hearing and once he's sure, he steps toward the table with swift but silent movements, his head tilted sideways as he crouches down.
what he's definitely not expecting to see is wei wuxian sleeping beneath the table. his eyes become almost comically wide and he yanks the table cloth back down momentarily, blinking once, twice, like he's trying to reset his brain because surely that's not who he's just found, right? right???
once he's gathered his bearings a little more, he relifts the cloth and pokes his head back under, the faintest smile upticking his lips at the corners.] Most people don't sleep at parties, you know?
( while the voice on the outside isn't the most assuring, the fact that her potential kidnapper was willing to help her set her at ease. for now. )
Ah okay-
( without being able to see much, she began to move around in the trunk, squirming and smacking her head in the process. before she could complain about being in pain, the trunk suddenly opens, flooding her vision with bright lights.
when hank finally comes back around to find her, she's clearly frazzled by the entire situation with her hair a mess, the robe nearly falling off of her, and her eyes squinting at him. )
[ Karmic retribution for being a little fool at whatever unarmed newbies he'd harassed thusfar. Comeuppance for being a clown. If Jae Ha heard someone let out a startled squeal when the car door adjacent to him promptly gets blown off its hinges, no he didn't. If Jae Ha thinks that someone is a noodly guy crouched down with his hands clamped over his ears, looking distressed and trying to avoid noise and shrapnel... well.
Maybe he'd be right. But with the noise now blasting through the concrete parking garage, Kizuna gets his wits about him enough to scurry over to the offending car, yanking its door open and climbing into the driver's seat to hurry and turn it off.
Heaving a somewhat sick sounding sigh, he pops his head out the door, waving weakly. ]
Hellooooooooo... [ Where did that suspiciously green flash go? ] Ahh, are you there?
[ yep, that sure is a lot of orange, the color somewhat softened by the morning sun's rays streaming through the window behind her. it would've been an ethereal image to wake up to if it weren't for the fact that it's ishmael of all people. ]
Huh. Funny. I don't see your name on it.
[ tbf this might really be heathcliff's room and she just didn't know, but she's not about to let him have the satisfaction of being right anytime soon. ]
The last thing I want for us is to split up in such unfamiliar territory. We have to figure out what's going on here first. [ still on top of him, she reaches over to the bedside table to grab some toast. ] Hungry?
Ekko really wished he could say that this was his first rodeo, at least in regards to going from one universe to another. At the least, he was going to try to make the most of it, even if only to hopefully find a way back. He'd need a wild rune for that, and a way to contain it, but he was already working on that.
Even if he had managed to source some new clothes, they were already getting dirty, stained with oil, grease, and various fluids. Engine fluids, mind you, as it didn't take long for Ekko to start tearing apart his car. Presently, was under the hood, dismantling the engine one bolt at a time, trying to understand how it worked.
"So, if that connects there... then, if this acts a coolant..."
He was absorbed in it, so much so that, while he knew someone was near him, it didn't really register who it might have been. Still, if they were there, he would hold his hand out towards them.
"Can you hand me that wrench?"
1-b.
The thing with Ekko was that, it wasn't just his car that he decided to take apart. He needed all kinds of equipment, so he decided to look at a variety of vehicles. So that might be your car door he's walking away with, or your engine he's tearing apart, or your car he's hot wiring. Do you stop the thief... or join him?
2. Glutton for Punishment
Ekko didn't want to go to the party, but found himself dragged in. Literally. Several sets of ghost hands had pulled him into, changed his outfit, and shoved him in front of the buffet. Before he could even react, several plates, each stacked with food, were shoved in his arms. He could barely hold it, this precarious tower of deliciousness, let alone eat it all, but that didn't seem to stop the staff from going to get more.
"Hey, stop!" He shouted at them. "I can't eat all of this!"
He shouldn't have had that outburst, though, because the slight movement caused the plates to tilt, and he had to move to balance it, then again to rebalance it. But it was a lot of food, and now that it had momentum, he was struggling to control it, and found himself heading towards a small crowd of people.
"Hey, you!" He shouts as a warning. "Get out of the way!"
3. Morning After
Sadly, waking up next to someone is an unusual experience for Ekko. The moment he realized that there was someone there, he woke up with a start. He immediately scrambled out of bed, taking the sheets with him to keep himself covered while he searched for his clothes.
"This is insane. This is completely insane," he muttered to himself as he looked around frantically. "Where are my pants?!"
4. Wildcard
((Have an idea you want to try, feel free to hit me up! Also, if you're more comfortable with brackets, you can respond with those and I'll adjust.))
( as a general rule of thumb, reira indulged in most things except food. having the weight of the music industry on her shoulders, she was often forced to be quite attentive of her figure and condition. no excessive smoking, food consumption, avoid the sun— all the things needed to remain perfect and pristine.
so while she was more than eager to engage in the party and the games, she knew she needed to stay hydrated. wrinkles, bags under eyes, all caused by the lack of water. so much like neuvillette, she too was standing before the buffet in dismay over the lack of that sweet elixir. )
Criminal is what it is.
( dressed in a corset style black dress and gold hoop earrings, she turned to face this stranger with a rather annoyed expression. )
It's like they want us to pass out of dehydration or something.
[ What a coincidence! That's the exact question that Jiaoqiu is wondering. Maybe he should be more distressed to find himself in such an unfamiliar situation with a complete stranger, but just as it is for his companion, he finds it easier to just roll with it. He at least doesn't get the impression he's in danger.
Which means he's going to play right along, reclining in his leather seat with his tail curled around his lap, hands folded together. This is normal and fine. ]
Perhaps the same place as mine? Then again, after the accident, it's no surprise that our memories are somewhat scattered, as well as our personal effects...
“Well, fuck. Guess we’re really in for it now, huh?”
Double the nipple clamps, double the trouble.
“They do kinda match my eyes, huh,” he says, eyes downcast as he flicks one of the gems with his finger.
It’s cute that Alivian noticed his eyes at all, really.
“Would say we could swap — you wear mine, I wear yours — but yours are a lot prettier. Not because of them being the color of my eyes. Mine are just weird.”
Because they have a chain, sure, but also because they’re his. For now, anyway.
“I dunno what they expect you to do though, really. I mean — where? Because nobody wants to see me without my shirt, let me fuckin’ tell you.”
( most people would be complaining about being taken against their will, undressed and stuffed into a strange world that looked like an endless casino. to someone as self-indulgent and full of pain as reira, she viewed this as a much needed vacation. especially considering she was getting the high class treatment, being allowed into exclusive lounge without much of a doubt.
by the time red is inside and taking a break, reira is strolling in herself with wet hair, almost naked [save for a thin towel around herself]. she has a small black kitten in one hand and a martini glass in the other. )
A pinky finger? like those fancy British royals?
( don't mind her jumping into the conversation with the most sing-song voice imaginable, sparkles seeming to be around her. )
You could always try it, see if you'll get access to something even better than these lounges~
[RNG gave me 28 - riding crop LMAO. They'll probably ask if she wants them to roll so if we get there pls do roll for me hehe.
at least the game is amusing. watching people, win or lose, get their "prizes" and so often make such funny faces, of course they've been sitting here for the entertainment alone. in fact, they're sitting quite close to Aerith when she takes up her prize, head tilting in their hand as she hesitates.]
What's the matter? Is the game not fun now?
[amusement drips from their voice, light and playful. granted, they do think she looks somewhat less scandalised than some of the players have thus far, so that's kind of fun too.]
( Maybe that's just their car, the car of people with special limbs they're self-conscious about. But Kyros's reaction to his arm showing would never be as grand as his... carmate, of which had startled him speechless. Some of his inner instincts warn him to fight, to transform, that his life could potentially be in danger - but Kyros talks himself out of it, waiting for his heartbeat to settle before he peeks out of his door-less car.
It's hard to make sense of what just happened; a moment, he's barely waking up, cramped up in a place he does not recognize, wearing none of his usual clothes. A minute later, his waking carmate panics, and blows up the door or... whatever had happened, but it leaves Kyros worried and curious both.
But also, the alarm is really irritating... Contender for most annoying sound he has heard in his nearly five centuries of life. )
Are you alright...? ( The green of his hair is recognizable, and if it's any reassuring, Jae Ha isn't the only one with a distorted body by any means. Though Kyros raises his left hand to check on him, it's his right arm that really stands out, a prosthetic made of several bones that hangs by the side of his body.
More importantly, can they even really hear each other over the alarm. How do they make it stop, man... With a slightly raised voice, Kyros continues: ) I'm not going to hurt you, if that's what you're worried about.
The numbers are just a callback to the variable value of an ace in many card games! They do not have any other particular assignment associated with them; the assigned dynamic of dominant or submissive is the primary focus in the game.
[ For a brief moment Broca opens his mouth, as if to argue about the fact that for the sake of the etymology of the word it matters, but looking at the distinct lack of ears on her head, halo or horns, or even feathers, he decides to close his mouth again.
He has no idea why else they'd be called hotdogs, but other worlds are confusing places anyways, so he'll just let it go. ]
A clock...
[ His brow furrows, but he doesn't press since she just said "long story".
'Course they haven't got our names on 'em, they're the bus doors...
[ But Heathcliff can't be stupid forever, and as his eyes watch her reach to an unfamiliar bedside table, in an unfamiliar room, with a very unfamiliar piece of toast, he gets the sinking feeling that Ishmael, once again, might be right.
He turns his head, winces — all right, maybe the liquor wasn't a dream — and pushes the toast away grumpily and twists around a little, looking at the room. ]
I’m just Hank. [He raises both hands, palms out.] Didn’t do any kidnapping. I woke up here too, same as you — although luckily I wasn’t in a trunk, I guess. Whoever set this place up has got a weird sense of humor.
[Hank averts his gaze, because while he’s far from a gentleman, he still has some manners. Like “don’t stare at a girl when her clothes are falling off” — that sort of thing.]
There’s a weird guy with clothes running around.
[“Weird” has become Hank’s default when describing this place.]
Got whole racks of ‘em. I could, uh — [eyes darting back, slipping over the woman’s shoulder] — go flag him down. If you’re okay.
[Is she okay? Hank has no idea. Are any of them really okay here?]
[ If there's a tits out option he's choosing it? That's just science.
But ah, caught. Perhaps he's been cheating all along, watching his lover maneuver around with strangers and familiar faces alike. Most would be restricted by what they can see — a handsome silhouette, pretty eyes, a prettier smile. But for Kizuna, he can feel it all too. Every time Wriothesley's attention strays to him, no matter where he is or who he's with. Playing unfair, even as a matter of instinct or a determined outcome, also has its thrills.
When the other man catches up to him, he's sipping from a delicate champagne flute, bubbles strung across the curve of the glass like gold and pearl string from his neck to collarbone, down his sternum and into the long lapels of his jacket.
Dressed to match. ]
And ruin the game? [ Kizuna smiles, drawn to skin heat, his playful tone. ] I'd never.
[ Reaching up with his free hand, he cups Wriothesley's face, tilting it down to press a shallow kiss to his jawline. ]
But lucky for Mayou, Kyros doesn't mind so much. Raising a younger brother did make him immune to much of this sort of... intrusive behavior, though it's hard to compare a sibling to a total stranger. He winces a little at the weird feeling, all the while still being shushed. What a demanding young lady. )
Please don't die. ( Joke somehow flew right over his head, because he actually sounds genuine in his plea, despite the general monotone way it sounds.
He'll indulge her, still. Five minutes of looking around, analyzing the room, all the things that seem even far more luxurious than what a noble family like the von Alkiviadis could afford. His first assumption is that he has somehow ended up in a Rank 1 city, perhaps the Capitol? Hadn't he been way too far from that?
That's five minutes of mindless petting, by the way. )
I hope you haven't died, because it would be unfortunate to organize a burial to someone whose name I can't even pray for.
( The moment Kizuna pokes his head out of the door, he's ambushed by Jae Ha. Thank goodness the alarm has been stopped, but there are still too many people about, and he has no solution for his leg, so he just claps his hands over this stranger's eyes and starts tugging him back between the cars like a kidnapper. )
Ahah, hello, hello! You have my thanks for silencing that noisy lump of metal. You see, it's my first time here, and I'm...
( Another dragging step backwards, and he turns, checking to make sure no one else is near. They're not, but he's also got to figure out how to wrap his leg in record time, here. )
[ Kaveh isn't necessarily trying to avoid the party. He doesn't really feel like going, not with the way he's ogled and stared at as of late, but he plans to at least check it out, see what the deal is.
That's the plan, anyway. In the end, what the deal is, is Kaveh being grabbed by staff and stuffed into a rental outfit that he doesn't need—and, based on how stifling and uncomfortable it is, nor does he want.
But then he's inside, and his watch isn't working, and it's very clear to him that it's one of those parties, and he's going to be here until the resort says so.
He sighs, and makes to avail himself of the nearest bar. ]
2. 1 or 11
[ A little later, once he's been helped by a friend into a gold version of some significantly more suited clothing—if still a little embarrassing on account of how flashy it is—Kaveh decides to wander and look at the different games that the House has on offer for the evening. After all, it's become clear to him, what with their broken watches, that they're going to be here for quite a while. They may as well enjoy themselves while they can, right?
In the end, his first stop is what the woman manning the room calls the "Lovers' Hideaway". She offers him four cards, and Kaveh has the not-too-distant feeling that he's made a mistake. ]
Option 1: A♦ — 1, Submissive [ He practically breathes a sigh of relief when he sees what's written on the card; he may not have seen the other options, but he's smart enough to figure out what they likely were, based on what he's holding. And given his almost complete lack of experience in the other role...
Well, this will work.
He glances around as he steps into the Lovers' Hideaway proper, offering a small smile to anyone who catches his eye. ]
Option 2: A♠ — 11, Dominant [ Kaveh's face pales somewhat when he looks at the card he's drawn.
This is...
Well, it's not ideal. Kaveh is far from experienced in the role luck has assigned him—In fact, for a moment he strongly considers just leaving.
But... after the temporary mess the House made of his reptutation, he promised himself he'd try to put himself out there more. No more giving this place a chance to mess with him.
So he takes a breath, squares his shoulders, and walks into the Hideaway proper. ]
3. Only for the Few—High Class Oasis
[ One of the things Kaveh has found difficult, since his rank was so abruptly raised all the way from 6 to Jack of Hearts, is how quick strangers are to fawn all over him. He's experienced such fame to a lesser extent back in Sumeru—when he introduces himself, people recognize his name and everything changes in the way that they address him—but it's so much worse here, where people seem to know that he's a higher rank just by looking at him, and then everything becomes about them getting his attention.
Of course, it's worse than ever at a party like this, so when he discovers the High Class Oasis, of course he decides to spend some time there.
For a large percentage of the 168 hours, Kaveh can be found resting in one of the hot tubs, quietly drinking wine, spirits, or coffee, looking through some of the complimentary clothing on offer, or even taking the time to enjoy a massage. And, when being social gets a little too exhausting even here, he'll step into one of the bathrooms or pods for a rest, refresh himself before he re-joins the festivities.
It's a safe space in the midst of the resort's craziness, and for the first time since it happened, Kaveh thinks he's genuinely happy that he's now a "royal". ]
WILDCARD
I'm totally open to any wildcard starters using any of the other prompts, including the other games and even the ladies' lounge. (He might just need a little talking into it.) if you have questions, feel free to hit me up at denouements. PM, or on Discord!
He shouldn't get used to that particular part of it, though there's no shortage of more agreeable men and women here in the resort who will comply without needing a competition to motivate them into action first.
Though even without Gen having a ton of concern for his physical appearance, a little bit of admiration doesn't hurt as a motivating factor either. He's far from the bulkiest guy here, but despite the unprofessional demeanor he is still military, and he has put a lot more effort than he'll ever admit to into training. He's svelte, but there is solid muscle there still, and he'll glance over his shoulder as Hank finally gets up and rests a hand on him.
There's a comment on the tip of his tongue about this place, but it gets cut short by the startled yelp when that hand makes contact. From having holes punched in his body, to a vice captain who will knock him about when he's not pulling his weight, Gen's definitely experienced far worse pain than that. The sting was felt, but was just mild enough to not be... entirely unpleasant, which is a thought he will be shoving deep down and not dealing with at the moment.
No, the problem here is the surprise of it all, because while he was expecting a little tap or even a joking swat to move them along in the game, Hank gave him a lot more than he bargained for. Gen's reaching back to rub his ass, looking mildly disgruntled at how loudly he reacted to that.
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