【 Thank you for choosing the Golden Peacock, 5-star resort and casino. You are currently registered as a WILDCARD in our system.
Due to a high volume of check-ins, temporary accommodations have been made in our parking garage for all new arrivals. We aim to have all guests moved into their reserved rooms as soon as possible. We deeply apologize for any inconvenience!
All are invited to There Is No Tomorrow, a Phoenix Casino soiree to celebrate our beloved guests. The festivities will begin at 1800 hours on January 20th and end at 1800 hours on January 27th. Please look forward to 168 hours of delight.
In an effort to raise happiness and encourage better guest relationships, attendance is required. The house will assist guests that are too shy to appear of their own accord. Please note that black tie attire is mandatory. As always, we hope you enjoy your stay! 】
PARKING GARAGE
ANY CAR IN A STORM
PHOENIX CASINO HALL
WELCOME TO THE NEXT 168 HOURS
Phoenix Casino is a-flutter with activity and packed to the beak with guests. As a famously ever-changing space, the staff would be remiss if they didn't deck the crown jewel of the Golden Peacock out. The casino glitters from top to bottom, shining brighter than diamonds, rubies, sapphires, opals! Party-goers are shiny and glamorous with picture perfect makeup, fluttering gowns, and sharp suits. Card tables are packed and the slot machines are a-ringing as guests play, play, play! Prizes, luxury, booze, attractive people, it's the place that everyone wants to be at.
Those people being dragged inside by some invisible force...? Silly, they were so excited to come that their bodies moved before they realized what was happening. Those are struggles of joy and definitely not the casino's infamous ghost hands dragging unwilling guests to the party at the behest of the house. Look, they're literally hurling their bodies at the card tables with unrestrained glee!
All clocks indicating day hours and night hours have been removed from the casino. Once a guest has entered, their Watch will jam, making it impossible to keep track of the time. You don't need to worry about that tonight.
▶ All characters on the TDM are WILDCARDS, which means they have not yet been assigned a card value. Suits will not manifest until characters are accepted into the game.
▶ All TDMs are game canon. This TDM acts as the game's January event.
▶ Current characters may top level on the TDM. Any current characters posting to the TDM should note they are current in their subject header.
▶ The top level directory is for new characters only. We want to make sure new characters are prioritized and receive attention! If you would be interested in a game invitation, you can note that in your comment header. This month we also have an ongoing ATP / EMP where players can connect. Please feel free to utilize this for all of your peafowl needs!
▶ If you aren't satisfied with these prompts, please feel free to check out our LOCATIONS to explore more of the resort!
▶ Smut threads that take place on this TDM can be used for rewards. If both parties in the smut thread join the game, you may retroactively apply the character's initial card values to your 52 bank. If one character does not join the game the thread will not be applicable toward rewards (as that character would not have a card value). The character that does join would still receive a small payout for the encounter. Hopefully it was a fun thread regardless!
▶ We ask you to kindly add content warnings to your threads as appropriate.
▶ If you do not currently have permissions and kinks listed in your character’s journal we suggest leaving a note in your top level of any limits or boundaries for other players to reference.
[ There's a face there, at the mention of being a car hobo. He doesn't have the heart to tell Akira that he's already a hobo, all he has to his name is a flute and a donkey. But that's fine, it's fine.
He watches as the kid fusses with the doors and considers his options. Maybe he does have to call a ghost. ]
having experienced little-to-none of all the resort has to offer, the admittance of enjoyment comes as a surprise. still, the more he thinks upon it, the more it makes sense; not everyone carries or enjoys such heavy responsibilities as his, and there are plenty in dire straits that would find this resort to be a veritable paradise.
none of that changes the discomfort still lodged in his chest, though it's easy enough to ignore in favor of focusing on his companion. )
Were things truly so bad at the time of your departure?
[ Fig is laughing at the whole scenario, but be honest to goddesses has no idea what he’s done that is so funny. Beowulf slowly grinds the cucumber bite with his teeth, eyes looking bright from Fig’s response. He loves it— entertaining others and making them laugh.. but he was being serious here.
The cucumber is getting clobbered, here. He was pretty hungry. ]
If you say so! I can’t believe they’re handing this thing out for a snack. I mean, typically it’s pretzels and crap, right? Eating vegetables is really important!
[ He allows his arm to be linked because, well, it’s been awhile since he’s been out socializing like this and he has missed it! ]
My name is Beowulf! I’m realizing here that not a lot of people know who I am, and I gotta be honest, I kind of hate that! Usually I need no introduction!
[ Kabru isn't going to ignore when someone reaches out to him, so he walks over. A quick glance at the dice and he has some idea what this game might be about. He's heard other people talking about it before. A sort of intimacy party game, where the more reserved person loses. It doesn't sound difficult, for someone like him. ]
I don't think I've played this before, actually. [ Why is she asking questions like she's interviewing him, though? He picks up the die. ]
It looks like you'll need to act out whatever option you get.
( as they continued their walk, she couldn't help but shake her head to the side to look at him directly. she had never heard of someone coming from a place with no cars, and let alone about 'aquabuses'. it was starting to dawn on her that perhaps the people here were strange...somehow different.
after all, no one seemed to recognize her despite her celebrity status back home. unintentionally, he just made himself the most interesting man in the room. if he wanted to shake her away, the chances were slipping past him the more he spoke. )
I mean that sounds like most normal cars...but I've never heard of an aquabus. What is that?
[ She sets her tea down and puts her chin in her hand with a frown. ]
They're just cagey about answering questions. No straight answers. Does that seem like the kinda thing where they're willing to let us just leave? And then there's those weird ghost hands. It's all...
[ She waves her other hand with a snort. ]
It doesn't add up. None of this makes much sense to me.
[ Hearing this said aloud in such surprise doesn't help her own dismay over it but she reacted much the same to long-term guests when she first arrived. Again she looks up from where the cat bats at the feather tickler. ]
I understand. I have a war to return to myself.
As far as I have been able to tell, we are being used as a power source. You will meet guests who have been here for much longer than a year and they are not as vibrant as you and I are now. They are hungry hollow people who have seemingly been juiced like fruits. My goal is to return long before I become like them.
[for a moment, Alisa just stares at the elevator, perfectly stunned as he tries to comprehend what the heck just happened?? painting?? talking painting?? THIRSTY talking painting??]
[but by the time the next elevator arrives. . . he slaps a hand across his mouth and doubles over, shoulders shaking in. . . laughter]
[SORRY SOME THINGS ARE JUST SO RIDICULOUS HE CAN'T HELP HIMSELF]
[is this guy allergic to cucumbers? or is he doing what anyone would do when a giant green fruit's shoved at their face like a damn battering ram. likely the second one. bakugo tosses his new acquisition up at the end, spinning it in the air once or twice before catching it like a sword handle. fig's delusional if he thinks this is going anywhere but with him.]
You won it, so take it! [and out it goes again, jabbing at the man. his expression flickers in irritation when fig swats at the thing, hisses reminiscent of a cat hating an invader.] Dammit, why'd you have to win something so stupid?
[it's very tempting to do exactly as he threatened and shove it right into fig's wherever (pants hem or pocket would be optimal) as the guy suddenly loops an arm around his shoulder and leans into his personal space. his hackles rise in a snarl, head leaning away... but definitely takes the closeness chance to ram the big green thing into fig's pocket.]
Idiot. [a message on his watch. if it's the same one as the other sex toys...] You got four hours to use that thing or you're gonna regret it!
[ beowulf's arm gets an idle pat where fig's hand has secured it into the crook of an elbow. he has given up on trying to actually link their arms... it's like trying go string a piece of thread and a chainlink together. ]
Is that right? You're a big somebody where you're from?
[ fig's tone is mild, but had he his normal ears right now they'd be perking up. back home, he made a habit of laying low, so associating with someone who has a reputation feels wholly against his nature, but fig doesn't know if he'll be able to find an easy chump like this again. who else would he throw into any more oncoming obstacles?
speaking of... his watch beeps once, making him frown. he has learned nothing good can come from the thing, and so he ignores it. ]
[Yusuke sighs as he glances over to Akira, who's doubled down for laughs. Well, at least someone finds these things funny.
To Yusuke, it's an abomination of the highest level. However, he wasn't allowed to... "relieve" the hotel of this horror as it is "expensive property".
Also, some of those were super-glued onto the wall.]
There were also statues that did similar things, only they walked and tried to kiss you.
[Well, more than kiss you but Yusuke is trying his best to erase that from his memory.
Akira does get a nudge into the elevator from Yusuke, not wanting someone to take the empty one that arrived.]
[ Adaptable person that he is, Kabru's slotted in well with the rest of the party, his natural skills at socialising coming into play as he goes from table to table, talking to whoever he can and trying to build relationships with people. He's adept at fighting with a sword, yes, but he's been stripped of his weapons here and doesn't quite have any other strong abilities to protect him. Small talk? Currying favour with whoever looks like they might have some influence? That's his strongest survival skill, and the one he's relying on the most in this unfamiliar territory.
There will come a time he does need to unwind, and to do that, he starts heading toward the bar, intent on helping himself to a mug of strong ale. Kabru never minds company, of course. This man in the top knot looks like he would be decent one, even if quiet.
What's with the toy taking up a whole seat, though?
He's heard of these things, but he's never used one himself. They don't come by too often where Kabru comes from, where people were far more conservative about sex and intimacy. ]
I've heard that the penalty can be quite harsh. [ There's a glance at the date. ] I don't think you should risk it.
(the knave can even admit that she distances herself well from the emotional aspect of intimacy, that's been evident in her demeanor. she's capable of keeping herself from falling into a certain rhythm. she didn't need to always go about doing play over work or work over play, there's a balance in it that was more necessary than most things. too much of a good thing can make someone complacent whenever it reaches past a need and goes into a constant want.
the comment on her attracting attention like that from the women that were brave enough does cause arlecchino to laugh, if only a little. unfortunately she is not interested in playing. not for now. she would have taken them up on the offer, but that's not her goal for the night. they still needed more information. that didn't mean, though, that she didn't suggest to them that she might take the offer later.
not really, she might not even remember offering that.)
If I feel like, but I am not quite interested in playing around with the guests.
(again, not currently. she might later go looking around to find out what other areas there are around this party. there did seem to be games, none of them to her taste. she's classy, not a depraved hedonist (contrary to her blending in seamlessly with her demeanor) when it comes to these little details.
which also means that she ought to adjust. they both would need to, but she did have another thing that the knave considers. the watch is odd. she even did look it over again as if to tap at something only to pause. a lot of the words are lost on her, though she can read them. just information on how long this party would last is what remains helpful of it.)
I also noticed this....watch? Is unusual, although I haven't tried using it much. Acclimating to that might take longer.
[ suddenly fig feels like feigning complete and utter ignorance, as if doing that much might just make it all go away. his eyes drift to the side, and one hand slips down to slide the vegetable out of his pocket. into bakugo's back pocket it'll go — if he even makes it that far. ]
[If you can't get out of something, then you're stuck inside it. Simple as that. Bakugo had doggedly refused to believe the damn thing was a living entity for a long time, refuting evidence and explaining it off as advanced technology or even superhuman abilities run by some shady corporation or perverted group. But... he's not the kind of person to deny what's in front of him when enough proof lines up, so resigned himself to this shitty reality.
At least it means they only have to take down one thing, rather than some army.]
Che, no clue. But that's my intention. I'll wish for this stupid thing to grow deathly allergic to kidnapped victims.
[That way, if it wants to show up and ask first, like a fucking decent creature, and people choose to come here, win win situation for both. Still gonna give it a giant middle finger. Bakugo notes Reno's reaction speed. Well trained, huh.
Water bottle's handed rather than tossed, since it's larger. Hope you like sparkling water; this car's too fancy for plain old bottled spring. Silently Reno gets points for not asking for wine or beer.]
People'll tell you or you can check their watch. [He holds his arm out, showing his own, which displays the time and a small-but-impressive 3 of ♠ card suit on the left of the screen.] You're not officially "checked in" yet, so you're a wildcard right now.
[He'd have said "Joker" but Reno seems like someone who'd have fun with that.]
[not that way at least. trust him, if he was able to chop this thing up for a salad and get rid of it, he'd tell fig to do that and be done with it. but they're not that lucky.
oy! stop trying to shove it back into his pocket! bakugo grabs the other end of it, resulting in a weird reverse tug of war between them. no one's pocket now, but he's trying to shove it right back in.]
[ 168 hours is... a lot. eiden is fairly sure his stamina is up there in terms of being able to keep up, but nothing beats a warm bed and sleeping in when his entire body feels like one warm, achey bruise. whether it's from the fact that it's been 168 hours of some insane non-stop House party or from fucking whoever is in this bed with him...
well it's a toss up. eiden has always been reckless with his body and with his various life choices, haha. granted, he's pretty certain he'd been with someone familiar...
which makes the sudden headlock immediately terrifying. he yelps, hands coming up to grab the arm around him, squirming to try and free himself. ]
Nngh—f'you wanted another round there are sooo many other ways to ask...!
[ he roughly pats the skin of the arm around him, full palmed and trying to dig fingers in to pry the arm off. ]
Listen, you're clearly more experienced with these games than I am. Why not leave it to a pro?
[ fig has, rather unfortunately for him, absolutely no physical strength to speak of. and so this reverse tug of war is very decidedly one-sided, but that's easily solved by simply letting go at the next aggressive push and hopping back a few feet, palms up.
consequences matter very little to fig at the moment. right now, he'd much rather ignore any kind of accountability at all, thanks! ]
[ It shouldn't surprise him that there would be people here with magic of their own. That's rather unfair, isn't it? For Kabru to be stripped of all his armor and weaponry, while the ones with magical abilities continue to keep theirs? Still, he isn't going to besmirch someone for saving him the rather painful fate of falling several meters from where he was grasping on to the chandelier.
They even scoop him up into their arms. What a gentleman.
While Kabru was fretting seconds before, his demeanor changes quickly when Jae Ha draws near, signs of panic suppressed in favour of a sweet smile. ]
Thank you. You saved me. [ Jae Ha ... so hero ... He even wraps his arms around the other man's neck. ] There's a certain drink they're serving. It tastes delicious, but makes you light as a feather.
(arlecchino admittedly, isn't the sort of woman to play these games. not normally. the resort itself was not on her usual, her usual was further than this while she wandered around. she had played with the dice, the roulette wheel, and the cards. all from curiosity. it's not that she dislikes it, but she finds they were nothing more than distractions. nothing too interesting, perhaps because the knave hasn't found a partner she likes for the evening. people were interesting like this. she did take to watching them around the lover's hideaway while quietly waiting.
some women would come up and offer her a chance with them, but none caught her attention.
not that much. she didn't find them to be too worth her efforts, not interesting for the ones that found themselves with the submissive card. she hasn't revealed hers to them, but she's been playing this coolly for someone that screams and oozes a certain mystery. that sort of woman that steals the spotlight, the female lead in her own way from how she's dressed and how piercing those eyes of hers are.
raziel's murmuring catches her attention, a thin brow raises before those unusual and bottomless eyes land directly on her. the red of the crosses in them almost glows, but isn't. she considers if she should answer that. on one hand, she didn't need to. on the other? raziel did stick out enough this could be interesting. she isn't terrible at it with taking control, as long as her partners were willing participants.)
[ what a way to sign away her own body. not that it matters much, she knows she's a sick, twisted sarkaz, polluted with rage and disease and an ancestral cruelty that borders on psychosis. she should have died ages ago, it's just her luck that she's lived long enough to backslide right to start.
scraping and scrounging and doing anything she's got to in order to survive. nothing ever changes, not even with all the power in the world. there's always some unexpected variable waiting in the wings to blow it all away, like it was nothing more than a dream.
well. this isn't really the same. as far as trust goes, w harbors some semblance of it for texas. she knows her as dependable, which goes a long way for any sarkaz, and she's pretty certain texas wouldn't be the type to flap her gums and announce to the first moron she sees that she's banged w, of all people. probably mostly because she wouldn't want to admit it herself. she doesn't even particularly want to crawl out of her skin when texas removes her coat. her stupid monotonous voice is pretty soothing on her overworked, over-fraught nerves. if it has to be anyone...
her skirt billows high as she leans over to roll her tights down her thighs. they'd be the perfect length to hang herself with right now, but unfortunately she definitely wants to live long enough to see theresis vaporized, so they instead become a lasso she can loop around texas's shoulders and pull her closer by. ]
And if I do...
[ at least she's enough of assassin to know how to steady her fingers no matter how much the stakes are weighing down upon her. she undoes the buttons of texas's vest just about as quick as she can pull a trigger. ]
Not likely, but I guess you can use me for whatever sick, twisted scenarios you get yourself roped into for that same amount of time.
dirty dice bc i need to throw the walking lie detector at him for that alone
(karna hasn't been here long, about....three months almost, or at three months under his belt. personally he was the opposite. he would rather take fighting monsters than some things that he's dealt with during his arrival. perhaps the aftermath, too. he doesn't quite complain much despite himself. karna originally had been dragged in there despite his low rank because he wanted the additional chips. the invitation as well, that was lovely.
however, his partner was pleasant. seemingly until he felt that gnawing sensation in the back of his mind from his discernment. he's lying? karna could say nothing, he's considering that. honestly, he should. that doesn't mean he's going to knowing the way he can act.)
You don't have to lie, sir, but since you're taking the lead....
(the die goes down from kabru's throw, karna's eyes follow it naturally. without question, after pointing out that he could notice this. he won't say how, that's for him to know only and nobody else to find out.)
CAUSE IT'S YOUR WATCH SAYING YOU HAVE TO FUCKING DO IT!!
[how does he not understand that yet?! the message is right there in his stupid face!! bakugo's eyes widen when his next heave suddenly blitzes through the air, making him hop forward twice on one foot to avoid crashing himself. he instantly rights his body and twist around with a snarl, red gaze whirling on the man and his damn feline movements.
he's sorely tempted to leave fig to his fate. two warnings are gracious enough. but he doesn't wanna be stuck with the stupid cucumber either. guess he could give it to the bartender to put in cocktails... it'd completely screw this guy up once the four hours counted and the toy itself was no longer an option.]
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