【 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.
[ honestly, jing yuan hasn't been hungover in.. centuries, like as not. while he enjoys his drink often enough, he hasn't overimbibed in a very long time. poor midnight! at least he is drinking his water, that pleases him. offering a warm smile as praise, jing yuan sits comfortably on the bed beside his new friend, one leg folded beneath him, and he takes a nice good drink of water. ]
Well, that's very kind of you to say, my friend. [ he laughs, light and easy. ] I shall take your words to heart.
[ jing yuan unfortunately knows that he is conventionally attractive.. it's problematic, back home, where people sell photographs of him for good luck. ]
My name is Jing Yuan, of the Xianzhou Alliance. May I have the honor of knowing yours?
e. which is kind of like c but with crossdressing as discussed
[Well, whomst indeed? Of all the things Miko was expecting to happen on her way to a repeat stint in the ladies' lounge, being apprehended by a gentleman wasn't one of them. She pulls up short with the slightest snap of her heel, the plush fur(? is this cannibalism) of her stole brushing against his friendly tail. Her gaze appraises him, moving up and down to get a quick read that she's more than familiar with obtaining.
A drunk, fast-moving, or otherwise unobservant passerby would be pressed to notice the differences between them. Superficially, they could pass for relatives; it wouldn't seem strange that he grabbed her. There's nothing unusual to notice about this meeting.
(Of course, to her, Miko's sure they don't look very similar at all. They are far from comparable.)]
Oh, my! [she exclaims with that same tacet fabricated recognition.] Fancy meeting you here. I was just on my way to the women's retreat. Good thing you caught me before I got there.
( This damn wheel is rigged. Has to be. As many people as he's watched spin it, no one seems to have landed on the instant prize, but somehow, rigged or not, it doesn't surprise him. Shit like this doesn't surprise him in this place anymore.
The confetti canon earns a small flinch, just like every other time before it, but his attention turns towards the other man with an arched brow. His gaze lands on that tiny g-string, and he huffs out a small amused sound and shakes his head. )
There's no line, you probably could. Maybe you'll win something to match.
( His attention lowers, one hand tucking into the pocket of the suit he's wearing to fish out his own prize. He holds up his own hand, the silver rings of the pair of handcuffs he's won dangling from a pair of his fingers. )
(that's the helpful thing, texas isn't the type of girl to kiss and tell (or in this case, fuck and tell) about anyone she's been with. she hasn't slept with that many people in the resort, that was more from necessity. enough to last for the time being while carrying on. sex was a transaction there to most people, even to those that are dating someone. though that was more from them carrying open relationships for the sake of not losing out on chances to earn more chips and cards. she thought this might be better for her, texas has had time to adjust in retrospect. the wolf was good at that and making things work by rolling with them; dependable to a fault while even being able to handle herself in a fight.
or in this case, helping someone survive. w would get chips to work after this if she were checked-in. cellinia's card, too. having a card banked back for later is a good start for this hellhole, not that she started with one in her bank. but, one would get the idea.
she's got a stoic tone, low and soft. something soothing when she can purr it out for someone that's supposed to be a canine. attractive when she wants to be, given that she cleans up nicely. her hat and cane were left off to the side, don't ask how she can pull off a look like this. with a top hat and a walking stick of all damn things like she's some kind of rich big shot again as an heiress. that's far from true, she's not the heiress any longer and this isn't necessarily something she would have done back then, either. not even during the carneval. besides, they're both objectively a pair of misfits. and maybe she can admit w can look attractive.
not that they're one another's types, but it's a thought. that's good enough. good enough that she found her attention on w again after the tights go around her neck, her shoulders, and pull cellinia close. she's got her attention, amber eyes lit up in the dim lights in this room. good, she didn't need much to focus on the now.
plus it shut up that brat of a spade mark she has.)
Lucky you, I don't always go around getting myself in chaos.
(does this count as terrible flirting? yeah, probably. not that texas couldn't, she just was better suited for sticking her sword in something or someone that got in her way. she's still made for a fight, made for a battlefield more than some sex casino.
....that and at least she trusts w enough, that's something else. somehow she always finds the unpredictable people can be more reliable than those that are sane, but that's because she's by no means normal herself.)
[ remade? salvation? now doesn't that all sound particularly religious. and he as an angel, albeit a fallen one, naturally must respond. his eyes glint with interest, and he leans forward. ]
Did you see paradise when you were remade? Were you touched by the very voice of the Creator?
[ though not his creator, that's for sure. the only creator who matters. (but also: did viktor ask him something?) ]
[ jing yuan waves one hand dismissively, smiling warmly - which jiaoqiu cannot see, of course, but hopefully he can hear it in his voice. ]
There is no need to stand on formality in a place like this, is there? Please call me Jing Yuan.
[ there's a low groan as jing yuan stretches luxuriously, then sits himself up - such a shame that jiaoqiu cannot appreciate his titties on display.. they're so juicy. placing his feet on the floor, he leans to look over the display of food, sniffing the congee with glee. ]
Thankfully I am in no need of medicine, I'm feeling quite good, the usual aches and complaints aside.
[uuuugh. . . Akira gives up on the fifth grab, instead slumping back into the seat and tugging his fuzzy hood back over his head, perfectly petulant. now he's really cranky that he couldn't hotwire the damn vehicle]
I can't imagine there is anything you could do to freak me out, but all right. I promise.
[sometimes you cope through laughter. . . it's okay. . . also it is, in fact, extremely rude for a couple of thieves to be housed in an expensive hotel-slash-casino without any means of actually doing their thiefly duties, it's true]
You know. . . [as the laughter dies down, he obliges Yusuke's nudge and steps into the elevator] . . . all of this over-the-top "inspiration" is wholly unnecessary to get two people in bed together.
[sometimes people don't need help, Haunted Hotel-san!!]
[ When Kabru joins in at his table, Wei Wuxian gives him a brief glance, a charming smile, and plucks his card from the set. The game he's in has been going on for a while and the house of cards is teetering on its last legs. Wei Wuxian is pretty sure he's going to win this, because the person he's playing with seems shaky, uncoordinated. Then, maybe once he wins, he'll challenge the newcomer. That must be why they're here, right?
Then, of course, he reads his card aloud and frowns. Who does he love the most? That's...
He huffs, blowing the hair out of his face and rolling his eyes. Alright, fine, he'll answer the damn question. ]
Lan Wangji, my soulmate. He's not here though, so it doesn't matter.
[ Aaaaaanyway, moving on! The other player looks amused and that's what gets them off guard as they pluck a card from the bottom of the stack and the whole thing goes tumbling, just as Wei Wuxian predicted. He smiles with fake sympathy before giving a laugh. ]
That's game, seems like I've won! [ And there's a ding to his watch to announce his earnings. He looks pleased and he turns to Kabru as the other person gets up and shuffles off, defeated. ] Want to play a round?
[ His ears catch the sound of the teacup slipping, and reflexively he reaches out a hand to catch it, just in case — even if his aim is off to the side and wouldn't have caught anything...an attempt was made. ]
Well, it is tea. [ He teases, before lifting his own teacup to blow on it. He might've been a little more restrained in his drinking, but he still has a throbbing headache to head off. That's the true advantage to being a healer: being able to alleviate his own ailments so he can escape bedrest. He's got too much to do today. ]
If the heat isn't to your liking, I'd recommend taking it slow. The old "bottom's up" approach might cause the inverse effect, and it sounds like you've already had a rough few days.
[ Of course, as he says that, he doesn't take it slow at all, swallowing a mouthful of tea that's hot enough to bring tears to the corners of his eyes. IT'S DELICIOUS... ]
( grimly, he inspects the door, reaching out to rap once against the window. ordinary glass as far as he can discern, which means it should be vulnerable to a strong enough blast of hydro. )
I believe the colloquial term is known as 'breaking and entering'. So in this case: breaking and exiting.
( alas, no one is laughing.
least of all the car, who appears quite alarmed at the prospect of an act of violence being committed against it. the smooth jazz quickly changes to a discordant series of notes, the lights begin to flash off and on, and the car horn suddenly depresses, letting out a slow anxious whine.
the abruptness of it all has him pausing, his rising hand halting in midair. )
No. I do not know what is causing all of these—disruptions. Are you certain there is no one else in here in addition to ourselves.
( with the door forgotten, he leans forward to peer into the front carriage for himself. )
[ He gives a wane smile, not assuming Akira would freak out but just wanting to be careful. It doesn't seem like Akira knows anything about cultivation and he isn't sure where he's from, if there's magic there, or black magic in particular. So... just being safe.
Wei Wuxian whistles, imbuing his whistle with the command of let us out. It's a soft, pleasant whistle, a little wistful but when it's done, they'll sit in silence for a bit. That is until an oppressive, ominous aura takes over the car, blanketing it in shadow, and two ghostly hands appear, gripping either side of the car door next to Akira and ripping it off its hinges fully. The door is tossed to the side and there's the slightest whisper of a menacing giggle on the wind before the ghostly hands dissipate and the shadows fade away.
Before they go though, Wei Wuxian calls out a polite — ]
Thank you.
[ And then feels satisfied, now that they're free. ]
[ That makes her give Red a little more of an assessing look. ]
A break you did not ask for and probably can't afford.
[ A forced vacation: she has felt this deeply in her time here, although not everyone she has found from her world has felt the same urgency to return. ]
Juiced in magical sense, over time. I don't fully understand it myself yet but the energy we produce when intimate is clearly vital to the resort's operations and possibly to the power and well-being of those who have brought us here, and the control they have over us is so great that there is no real way not to play the game to some degree so it is useful to find like-minded allies.
Jing Yuan... It's a pleasure to meet you. Please call me Midnight, of... Well, I suppose Rhodes Island Pharmeceuticals, but it's been so very long since I've been back to the ship that I do wonder if it was all a dream, at times. Quite the lovely dream, mind. I loved the people there quite dearly.
[ Midnight grins and takes a huge sip of his water. ]
I must wonder if we've met before... You look terribly familiar. Perhaps it's my heart speaking to your beauty as though it was my own, mmm?
[ An overly romantic statement from a man whose pants are still undecided on where they would like to be, but he does mean it... And Midnight actually does have a fairly good idea of whose face he's blurred this man's with, but he wants to be quite sure, without a doubt, without casually dropping that name in the conversation. Blade... Midnight laughs. Oh, he misses him terribly. ]
[don't mind Akira as he stares at the sparking wires where the car door used to be, jaw slack, features completely unreadable. if he had his glasses right now the lenses would be opaque]
[. . .]
[u know what. sure, dream. sure. this sure is a thing his subconscious conjured up!!]
. . . cool.
[okay he's going to gingerly step out of the car now]
( this was a great and challenging moment for reira-
on the one hand she could try and comply with the rules of this place, figuring out how to use the spoon to pleasure the girl in front of her, or she could simply face the consequences of not complying.
what made this whole thing challenging was she didn't even know this girl at all, to engage in any kind of sexual act with her [on top of her looking young, but that never did stop reira]. )
Let's....talk about this somewhere else shall we? Follow me.
( as if to cement her decision, she held her hand out to her. )
[ Resident newbie, Wade isn't used to such opulence. Depravity, sure, but he built a whole franchise on an origin story that involved stalking his dancer girlfriend at her place of work -- a strip club -- so he's hardly some blushing virgin. Thing is, he half expected to be turned away at the door, or at least given a look and a sarcastic 'good luck'.
Piling onto the growing mountain of shockers, someone approaches him, and he doesn't even have to annoy him into it! Wade's mouth is already quirking with amusement, ready to deliver a scathing quip when he sees who it is. His eyes bug out, and he gasps harshly. ]
Hooooly shit! Wait, wait, wait -
[ This bit's important because, despite his penchant for peering through the fourth wall (when he's not smashing into it), Wade is now aware of a huge McGuffin that they have (possibly) in common. He spreads his hands out in front of him, trying to calm down, his eyes closing for a moment. ]
Hi, I'm Deadpool. Or I am with the suit - You! [ Wade points at him. ] You're Loki. The god, the fucking legend. But I can't tell if you're God of Stories Loki or original recipe.
[ A beat. Wade's eyes tick away from him briefly, then center back on his. Does he know he's been assigned a dominant role this round? Yes. But he expected to work for it a lot harder before some alien god landed in his metaphorical lap. ]
[ damn.. shot down. but neuvillette, his tits are so nice! :(
in truth, however, jing yuan hadn't expected an acceptance, not from this man, who seems for all the world quite serious, if not unkind. the tray seems well laden with food, which jing yuan is happy to help himself to, spooning some congee into a bowl. ]
I shall, thank you. Though you need not brew tea only for me, my friend - are you not hungry as well?
[ morning is for tea! and delicious food as well. he can smell that congee.. ]
Though I do hate to abandon such a lovely face so soon, but - [ his stomach growls, as if on cue. ] - well, perhaps I can convince you to share some congee?
nope, that's your Akira in your previous tag XDD gave me a good chuckle
[When you live and breathe art, it's a bit difficult to find amusement in desecrated paintings. He's gone on many tirades by now about it, but it all falls on deaf ears.]
If it were successful, the Hotel probably wouldn't use drugs or these markings to make us do it.
[Hotel-san doesn't give a damn. It wants as many people to fuck as possible. It's really jarring sometimes.]
[ blade, ah.. that would certainly be a sore topic. for now, however, jing yuan remains pleased to sit beside his new, half-pantsless friend who seems quite keen on complimenting him. ]
Midnight, it is a pleasure - and please, you will make me blush, my friend.
[ he's not unused to being hit on, being the most eligible bachelor aboard the luofu, but still! he tries to stay humble. another long drink of water, before jing yuan sets his glass onto the tray again. ]
As for familiarity, I'm quite sure that I would remember a man like you, hmm?
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