【 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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( said dryly, with a smidgen of emphasis placed on water. not an incorrect summary of the nation of justice, and yet to state it so feels overly reductive. but more important to that is the connection this man apparently has with wriothesley, a far more interested fact than any generic description of fontaine. it's this part that has his eyes widening with more than just polite interest, form straightening. )
I am familiar with Wriothesley, yes.
( more than just familiar, considering how many years he has kept a silent but watchful eye over the man. )
Our respective occupations have necessitated a working relationship from time to time. Do you know him?
[Welcome to a Brave New World, here is French Toast. Sunday doesn't look especially surprised by what he finds on his plate — in all its years of existence, the dreamweavers had created such elaborate creations in Penacony, unrestricted by limitations of logic or scarcity or even calories. Still, this food is better than anything he had in prison; it reminds him more of what he'd just started to become accustomed to on the Express.
Sunday's eyes glance over at those words. If he's noticed this man's keen attention, he doesn't comment on it. They are still strangers, but he hasn't sensed any ulterior intent... apart from that brazen flirtation.]
Yin energy? I'm not familiar. [The Xianzhou Alliance comes to mind, but he's never visited one of those ships.] Could you tell me more about that? And these... ghosts, as you say. They are real entities?
[Rather than digging into the meal, Sunday pours himself some tea. He is meticulous and a slow eater, lean from many missed meals and a busy schedule.]
he is always in exactly the right place at exactly the right time
[Now this? This is why he's missed Reno so much, and an odd sense of relief comes flooding back at the first glimpse of that familiar old smile. He's found a handful of redheads around the resort, and some of them even mischievous ones, but when it comes to a knockoff against the original, Rufus Shinra has never been one to settle for less than the best.
The kiss is, all things considered, a little tame — but it's also a good aperitif to set the stage for the next play. The rules of the game say to go four rounds; it's strategic, then, to have a slow buildup and draw things out as long as they can.]
Do you consider yourself a particularly lucky person?
[He picks up the dice without looking, rattles them, and rolls — an 8 and a 9.
"Pinch nipple." The direction makes him smirk, as he nods in the direction of Reno's jacket.]
Convenient. You strike me as the type to prefer easy access.
[ so yeah. those missing parts? largely thanks to this guy right here, who has somehow managed to get away with pilfering a few of the shinier chrome pieces from the various automobiles scattered across the parking garage. though how he has managed to do so is beyond anyone's guess, when he neither looks nor acts very subtly at all. not only is his wild mop of hair completely untethered and untamed by his usual hairband, its bright color makes him so easy to spot you barely even have to try. not to mention the fact he's literally going from vehicle to vehicle, eyeing each one down with the critical eye of someone very clearly assessing... yeah, the security here is just very, very bad at their job.
but all good things must come to an end, right? at least, that's what reki assumes when, after climbing back up to his feet after peering under the bed of a snazzy convertible (ass up like with just no sense of self-preservation whatsoever), he comes face to face with — well. you. and you neither have to look on disapprovingly, or do much of anything else at all, because a guilty pup will always whimper, and there's just no hiding the little wagon of miscellaneous car parts set just behind him. naturally, he assumes the worst. ]
...Busted.
» » » witnessing »
[ for now, reki is an unwitting audience member during someone else's dirty dice game. not on purpose, of course, but he had happened to wander by on his way to a more exciting game — uhhh, giant wheel of fortune? count him in! (no he does not yet know it is a Sexy Version) — and found himself lingering after someone playing rolled what he can very clearly read as, ]
—NIPPLE?!
[ wee-ooh wee-ooh victorian maiden alert!! ]
» » » repaying »
[ somewhere along the line, someone working the game rooms must've gotten bored and sought to create their own brand of entertainment. there can be no other reason why reki was ever allowed to set foot in the high rollers club — because he had neither the means nor the luck to do anything but fail spectacularly at every game he tried.
even darts!!
smashcut to reki later that evening, his fancy (borrowed) tux now replaced by a less-fancy-but-still-very-borrowed button-up and vest ensemble, holding out a tray of that stupid bubbly champagne (or literally anything else, maybe they've just gone and decided to hand out vibrators at this point).
no, he's not sure how much he owes the house, but he has a general idea he's not going to be done repaying it any time soon. so excuse his completely bored or dejected expression as he offers his tray to you, even his voice is deadpan, ]
Hey. You want some of this or what?
» » » ooc »
open to other options if none of these strike any fancies! note that reki is 16/17 and looks/acts very much his age. open to similar ages or older, with no limit on age/shape/size/type! given his age and inexperience, i'd like to keep things fairly tame in terms of kinks for the time being. perfectly happy to keep things gen, ofc, just please lmk beforehand so i know not to lean into the spicier things. thank you!
( clear surprise rings through his voice, expression crinkling into one of deep concern. should a relationship not be founded on trust and appreciation, rather than insult and injury? it's clear he's never considered this particular aspect at any point in his life. truly, the world beyond his desk, and even the noble circles that populate the majority of the court of fontaine, is so vast. )
I...cannot say I have ever considered degredation as part of any relationship.
( and now that he's been given the opportunity to dwell on it, it quickly becomes clear that such things are now what he enjoys. )
I suppose 'beloved' would be an acceptable term of endearment, to both call and be called.
Well, there's an attitude I can respect, at least.
[ Her retort surprisingly just gets an amused grin from him. It was one he frequently held himself, on certain topics. Although he has more bad habits than he can count on his fingers, really. Even according to him.
But he eyes the tower speculatively a moment, trying to gauge which would be a safe one to pick, before carefully sliding one free of the stack. he holds his breath a moment, then releases it when the whole thing doesn't immediately collapse on him. ]
Have you ever been caught sneaking outside the house? [ A blink, before he snickers. ] Does it have to have been my house I was caught sneaking out of? because if so, no, I knew every secret nook and cranny in mine, and just how to avoid being caught. Other people's houses, though...? Not so much.
( please. it is far too early for such bawdy jokes.
or is it? the sun filtering through the window seems to suggest a morning in full swing already. far later a time than he is accustomed to waking but then again, nothing here is as he is accustomed to. )
Just water will suffice, thank you.
( a little curt, but certainly a clear refusal. )
But there is food, should you wish to partake of a meal while I brew some tea.
( should be easy enough....how many times has he watched wriothesley do the very same before him? even furina thinks nothing of it whenever she makes herself a cup for her afternoon desserts. )
[ Look, he doesn't actually know much about Fontaine beyond the water bit. And the prison bit. What he's learned from Wriothesley in their time together has been... very situational.
But the common acquaintance between them has Sylvain's expression brightening, both with excitement and a considerable dose of affection. ]
I do! We arrived during the same event, little over a year ago. We've been good friends, ever since. He typically lives across the hall from me.
[ Have they timed all their rankings to keep that situation going? Maybe. >.> ]
Oh, he'll be thrilled to see a familiar face, if he hasn't spotted you already.
I’ll believe that when you can out-party me. That means outplaying me at party games, outdrinking me, outdancing me. [ her grin this time shows more teeth, a challenge. she thinks she’s so clever! but surely there’s no way texas would take her up on that, right! whether they’re stuck in some fuck resort or not.
and yes she does want to see this mark again, for sly or obvious reasons. ah yes, present company aside. how funny, she could just about gaslight herself to be perfectly truly not quite so happy to call herself texas’ friend and enemy, and that’s fine with her, and now apparently she could find herself here and suddenly have to be concerned with… hormones, with turning into a statue. well the latter is, she thinks, not such an ordeal for herself. but how funny if texas is worried about it now.
she takes texas’ hand in hers. the obscenity of hand holding. something texas probably had ever barely tolerated of her if ever. and every glimpse and touch to the mark and texas’ palm in hers is… ]
Should I feel flattered I have such an impact on you? [ her voice quieter, a murmur. her black claws lightly trace over the spade and two wolves. ]
If they are beginning already with a slapped ass, they may as well be introduced.]
My name is Viktor.
[His eyes sweep over Jing Yuan for a brief moment, an appraisal without any kind of judgment behind it. Just looking at the person who has sat with him for a game.]
[ After a few seconds of narrow-eyed glaring wherein Heathcliff tries to figure out what the fuck is going on, he sighs. Okay, maybe this is a mirror version of Ishmael, or some weird time shit happened while they were at T Corp. Whatever. This Ishmael's good enough. Or at least close enough to make him sputter about a crime both of them remember him committing, which he does redfaced and with indignation. ]
For the last time, I needed to look smart when I went back. I ain't about to pinch whatever I can get my hands on for no reason, I ain't that daft...
[ Heathcliff grimaces, then finishes the coffee in one spiteful gulp, then puts it to the side. ]
I wasn't payin' much mind, that's for sure. Figured I was dreaming, got right plastered, and that was about the end of it.
[ Instead of getting anywhere near the sex part of their situation because it's insane, he scowls, reaches out, and swats one of her sidebangs. ]
Ain't all to report for you, though. What's happened to that hairband of yours, eh? Stolen? Gambled away?
[How much strategy can be put into a game of luck, really? But if Reno knew, then he would agree that indeed, sometimes taking things slow and having a bit of built up is part of the thrill. And with Rufus, a lot of things are thrilling that would normally be considered boring in Reno's eyes.
Said eyes do linger on his president as he pulls back again, grin back in place.]
Yeah, overall, I'd say so. What 'bout you?
[He tilts his head, having too much fun with this "meeting a stranger at a bar" kind of play, while they both just know.
His eyebrow raises at the roll of the dice, and he starts to undo the tie and unbutton the shirt he was forced to close all the way up earlier.]
How could you tell? Ya know, normally my clothing style's a lot more convenient for interesting things like this. But seems despite it all, the fashion here's quite uptight.
( a friend then. a good friend, even. a knot inside of him loosens and he lets out a small exhale of relief. and, with the conversation well underway, he pulls out a chair and takes a seat, folding his hands in his lap. )
We had the fortune of meeting earlier. He seemed pleased to see someone from home, though I daresay anyone would after a year away.
( and though sylvain does not seem like the type to need additional praise, neuvillette cannot help but add: )
He is a good man. Trustworthy, for all that he can be overly flattering at times. Has he been...well, all this time?
( has he already asked the very same to wriothesley and gotten an answer, yes, but corroborating between multiple viewpoints always paints a far clearer picture of the truth. and while he would never believe wriothesley to lie to him, he also knows how careful the man is letting slip only the information he wishes to and nothing else. )
Yeah, right. Keeping up here isn't easy for me, too. Not with the amount of hedonism and debauchery happening going past Siracusa. But if you're that keen on going up there, I guess we're both stuck at that 168 hour party together.
(that means dealing with whatever else may come from it, be it drunken antics or their party games turned into them being a pair of hot messes from how the resort works. there's no way that the foods not laced, some of it probably is. the rest might not be, but she's not taking chances if it so much as smells off in knowing how lupo senses can be. they're both here, both trapped in a haunted resort that runs off sex and puts it's residents through all manner of problems. it's crazy, isn't it? going from the miserable pit that is their world of terra to this.
but, enough about that. she doesn't jerk her hand back or anything, it stays calmly there while lappland traces over the spade mark. she did read conversations on the network piece by piece, but a pity nothing came up that might be interesting. nothing about the marks or about why the resort does this. just conversations and casual distractions, that time everyone made the atmosphere heavy aside. she did wonder if the marks do this based around something pertaining to them. maybe, but not everyone has a mark like hers or the others with unusual looking ones. even weiss had hers made up of crows when she saw that.
it must be that this one was because it chose to focus on one part of cellinia, and that would be....there's always that wolf looming behind her. not far, not close. her enemy, her friend. the person who knows her too well while not knowing her at all in some ways.)
Maybe. (it being a brat had to come from somewhere, but she's not voicing that.) That's up to you.
[. . . yeah, Akira is also giving the bag a suspicious look. no more trust!! and it is only after they are out of sight of the hotel enforcers that he stands up straight again, giving Yusuke a bit more room to breathe]
Mm. I got to know the carport pretty well.
[it was a nice time, actually!! he failed at hotwiring a car, which is a disappointment that he will carry with him until he can redeem himself. but he hung out with a half-naked stranger and talked about being spirited away to other worlds and made a new pal, and that is all that matters!!]
[that answer is immediate. it's silly, but. . . Akira has always felt at his most free when gliding through the air via grappling hook or parkour. he has never really flown, of course. . . that's impossible for him even in the Metaverse. but he bets it'd be amazing]
[the floating champagne is the closest he has come. with that thought in mind, he finally picks his way through the destroyed dessert table to meander back to the bubbling drinks]
[ Yeah, Sylvain has picked up on that bad habit of Wriothesley's too.
The man making himself comfortable has him relaxing somewhat. Even if... he is still naked in bed, but at least the sheets are wrapped up around his waist, making him... mostly modest? He bears just as many scars on his torso as the warden does, however, if from different sources. It certainly speaks of a man accustomed to a lifetime of war. ]
He's spoken of missing familiar faces a few times, so I'm glad there's one more here. There've been a few who have come and gone, I believe, in our time here. [ Don't ask him who though. he might be great with faces but he's less so with names. not to mention even knowing which ones shared a homeworld with Wriothesley. Although it seemed to be a favorite spot to pull from, for the House. ]
He's been as well as one can be, in this place, lets put it that way. The resort can be a bit... spontaneous, in nature. Changeable and unexpected. Some days are easier to deal with than others. but overall, yes, I'd say he's done well here. And I'm sure he's not the only one with trust issues in this place. [ Not by a long shot. ]
( another fluid motion of his arm, another card carefully pulled from the top of the tower. he flips it over, light eyes scanning across the text written on its surface. )
"What would constitute a perfect day for you?"
( the card goes down as his gaze lifts back up. well? )
[Scott isn't sure if he should respect the other teen's sass or be annoyed by it. Definitely a dick, but he kind of likes it (at least this time) and so he just gives himself some time to think about it as he finishes the sweet in his mouth, enjoying the last remnants of flavor and okay yeah, that was really good. But with that gone... Scott looks at Akira for a few seconds, face neutral like he's finally deciding, before he settles with a snort, the mutant rolling his eyes beneth his glasses.]
Ass.
[He really doesn't sound as pissy as before, miraculously enough. Even with Akira's 'sunshine comment,' Scott doesn't get defensive and simply wipes his hand against the bed because it's not his, so who cares?? Take advantage of the situation, even if it pushed him to wake up next to a complete stranger. Not the first time this happened, so he technically should be used to this.
Although, he wouldn't mind having another bonbon--]
More like the party sucked and I was in a stuffy suit the entire night.
[Wait, what's all that honesty?? Scott ruffles a hand through his hair, almost awkward.] Hand me another chocolate.
[ like, w knows that it would blow their spot something awful if she was to vaporize someone here and now. despite what people say about her, she's actually very pragmatic when it comes to the dispatching of human lives, and there's seldom any reason at all to kill in the heat of the moment unless it's a life or death struggle to survive. obviously, that's not the case here at all.
but fuck if she isn't tempted every time some rando flashes eyes at texas. she's not getting as much attention, probably because it looks like she might snap at any moment, her left eye twitching with the impulse to lash out violently at every innocuous brush from strangers passing by, but that doesn't matter. right now, texas is as good as one of her men back home, the only real ally she's got in this place, and these mother fuckers are really encroaching on their ranks here.
the detonator turns out to be a gentleman clearing his throat for texas's attention. w whirls on him with the combined and very misplaced fury of all the myriad souls, her hands fluttering erratically through the air: ]
EYES ON THE FUCKING GROUND!! PLEASE, don't even dream about it, it'd be too pathetic and I'd have to put you out of your fucking misery right here and now.
[ if ines were here, she'd drive w directly up a wall taunting her about how tense she is. the one silver lining she has to cling to: no wicked psychic stepmother calling her out on all her shitty moods. instead, she bounds over to that wall of doors, cracking open the first one, impatiently ushering texas inside.
space. that's exactly what she needs: space, quiet, and to just not be dealing with any and all of this. she has to think and plan and figure out how to get her hands on some real weapons. and most of all, she needs people to stop looking at her and texas like they're trying to figure out what they can get outta them.
the door shut behind her, she leans against it and takes a big, deep breath. like hoederer taught her, in through the nose, out through the... ]
What?? What is it? Why do you keep looking at that watch?
[ should she be looking at hers? do more fresh hells still yet await her? ]
[Yusuke didn't mind Akira clinging onto him at all. He'd take him like that all the way through the hotel without a complaint.
As they make their way through the lobby, the bag will be "discreetly" set aside on one of the smaller tables in the lounge areas. Maybe someone will find it interesting.]
I suppose it is better than waking in the bathrooms. It happened once.
[Once out of the view of Casino attendees, Yusuke slows his pace a little and leads the way to the elevators.]
We can go to my room if you want to change out of that. Or I can show you the stores. There are also something like botanical gardens on top floors, [the close they have to the outdoors,] and gym and spa centers on the lower floor.
[ well texas might hate this place but so far to lappland this may as well be somewhat of a fantasy come true, twistedly. dealing with things like drugged food and drink... it may as well be somewhat a fact of life in siracusa if you're enough of a target and you have enough hitmen after you, like she does. resort accommodations whether they're in the basement or not may as well be the high life to a vagrant who's camped for long out in the wilderness. the threat of getting statuified may as well be boring compared to oripathy, she sure can't fuck her infection away.
but she might for texas, apparently. her grin is somewhat secretive as she turns texas' hand in hers, caressing over her palm, raking her claws over skin. seeing that mark may as well just instantly make her worse on principle, as much as she'd make some effort to turn texas off from offering a room.
of course she wants it. of course she wants... so much. so fucking much. texas should probably know it. this mark is doing something to her or whatever or maybe she's already been drugged during five months or who knows or cares what the hell's happened. the disgusting feelings burning in her gut, the twist in her chest, she'll just leave it unsaid, she'd be surprised if texas wouldn't know at least a little of what she wants. ]
What does it really take to satisfy it?
[ surely not just cute nice hand holding, like this possibly counts. but she wants to hear texas say it.
she always wants to be with her, almost always, with the instability of her sickness and her dedication and... there's a part of her that constantly thinks about, someday, truly giving up on texas. but even she's not sure if she ever really would. ]
(should she say something? maybe she should say something? texas wasn't too surprised on one hand that someone is tense, that someone of course being w. she's already debating on what to do here given she has to watch the clock. the watch screen is lit up with that countdown to her doom, the timer was there to menacingly tell her to use the sex toy. so if she keeps looking at it? yeah, she's got every reason to worry, given they did go over the rules on these games. use it or lose your chips. along with greater consequences, from what that fine print says below.
she's got a guess or two on what that could mean from the way her spade mark burns like it's mocking her again.
they're not dealing with much right now while trying to find their way around. that is until w goes off yelling, the threats of violence causing texas to snap out of her distraction from the grim reality of the moment sinking in more. god help her. if she has to use the damn thing on w, can she please be put out her misery? she rather not use a magic wand on terra's most deadliest merc to ever walk the planet. she's going to consider it lucky that w did save her before dragging her into one of the rooms.
it's got the basics, a nice bed and seats. something luxurious for play time between the people that enter the hideaway. the awkward thing though, she almost winces from getting dragged out of her thoughts. shit.)
So....the magic wand has a catch, if I don't use it in four hours? I'm fixing to get hit with consequences and a drained bank account.
(she rather die right around now, please. she's thinking about it, and it's not as if she isn't useless. they're the ones that rolled the wheel or rather, had texas roll even if this is better than them winding up trying to figure out how to get off using a cockring when they're women.
which. also isn't good, given the clock now reads 02:45:50.
is she considering trying to throw it at someone and praying? probably, but she knows that she doesn't want to keep the damn thing. not after having to use it. why would she? she's not going to be that sort of person that collects sex toys from a roulette wheel of all damn things.
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