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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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[ You know, he hates to see you go, but he loves to see you walk away. His temper eases quickly, because he hadn't expected her to get out of bed to get a drink. He stays in bed for now, crossing one of his ankles over the other. ]
You don't gotta get it yourself, y'know.
[ you hear that, Panty? He's easy to manipulate. ]
If you don't find what you need, I'll get it for ya.
[ As Kabru slips into the seat and agrees to the game, one of the staff members comes by and rebuilds the house of cards for them, with a new set of cards. Wei Wuxian just watches idly, arms spreading on the back of the couch he's sitting on and glancing over to Kabru at his question.
He's interested in this new guy, in what he has to bring to the table. The games have been fun but the more fun part is learning new people. Which is why he doesn't hesitate to answer — knowing this is a give and take. ]
Mm, you could say that. I play music and wield a sword, both require a bit of skill with your hands in a way other hobbies don't.
[ Not that he's wielded his sword, Suibian, in quite some time. But Kabru doesn't need to know that. ]
What about you? Are you going to pose a challenge?
[ it's a wild offer to make to someone who isn't sure what to do with her now. sure, w could pick out a trillion pressure points she could depress and stab to bring her to her knees, she could wrap her hands around her throat or tear with her teeth and bleed her by a thousand cuts — that's easy stuff, as rote to her as breathing. this is a whole different realm of putting her hands on someone, and she doesn't remember feeling this lost the first time she put someone to sleep forever. (ah, the good old days.)
if she knows how to flirt, it's only because she enjoys taunting people with things they'll never have. it should ruin the fun now that texas is definitely going to have her, and indeed she stiffens just for a moment at the slide of that gloved hand over her thigh, her lips rolling over her flashing teeth instinctively, her flesh exploding with the texture of goosebumps. that impulse to push away, though, to claw and fight and keep texas from getting a good grip on her is quieter than she'd expected it to be. maybe it's the cool leather skidding across her heated skin, or that relieved gasp when the pressure constricting her chest is finally loosened that drowns the worst of it away.
but those lips against her throat — she's never been more aware that texas is a lupo. she shouldn't let this happen, texas could tear her throat out with her teeth in the blink of an eye, and it's too much to think that she can feel w's erratic pulse against her lips. if only she didn't feel like she was melting most of all, a soft purr hidden and muted in the very pit of her throat, her fingers scrambling for purchase and clutching at the front of texas's bra. ]
Wasn't that the plan?
[ it's a joke, but w can barely make it more than a breathy hum in response. maybe she's not as lost as she thought she was. her hands slide easy enough beneath the cup of the bra and squeeze into soft flesh; her other hand works between them, unthreading texas's belt, popping the buttons beneath it. they probably don't need to both be stripped down for this, but like hell she's about to be the only one. ]
Where there's a will, there's a way~ [ as in, will being indoors stop her from trying to potentially run down an enemy or go on joyrides on a motorcycle?... no. but maybe she'll do that later. ]
Anyway, that's my spin. Why don't you give it a try, maybe you'll win big too.
from the moment mona opened her eyes, the man who had found himself in her bedroom had been visibly agitated and flustered. however, upon revealing something so simple, so easy for mona to uncover, a bit of that tension has dissipated. mona can't help but be pleased. she even takes it upon herself to situate herself beside him, silently appreciative that he feels comfortable enough to pour them tea. ]
Not quite. For proper divination, I would require my scryglass. This... I suppose you can consider it very high-functioning intuition. A flash of insight.
[ similarly, mona can use this power to determine what someone has on their person, or even little facts. the knowledge gained isn't as extensive as it'd be through a proper reading, but it is still advantageous. ]
And, yes, I study the stars. The sky in this world is fabricated, but so was the sky in mine.
[ a refreshing smile has softened mona's features. ]
Anyone can be a horrible lay, Reno. And I'm sorry about your ass.
[Rude starts to get louder too as they go back and forth, but eventually he's the one to back down, just listening to Reno pop off instead, eyes closed like he's trying hard not to lose it.
It works for all of 4 seconds with Reno. Only his partner could possibly get him to explode.]
FINE! I don't want to fuck you again. Because you might hate it, and then I'll have to live with that first impression for the rest of our lives. So let's just not, okay? [There it is. The truth. The ugly truth.]
[it's fine, Akira is patient. he isn't in a rush for anything (doesn't really need anything to be more content than he is now), and he'd rather focus on making sure Yusuke feels happy and comfortable in his presence than anything else. they've hung out enough times that this is more than enough. it's just like the summer before last, where they spent time in a stuffy old cafe attic watching art DVDs and reading together!!]
[with a grateful nod, Akira takes the folded outfit and begins to lay it out on the bed in front of him. every so often his eyes trail back towards those paintings, just to admire the lines of every brushstroke]
You should. [paint it, he means] Do they let you roast and grind your own coffee beans, here?
[ If she sounds distracted, it's because she is, however briefly.
There's an overload of bodies and noise to process. Muggy body heat and cheap perfume, the low hum of many voices and the cheerful, distant chime of toasting glasses; glitz and glam and the electric energy of a night on the town. Her nose crinkles a bit in reflexive disgust at the idea of walking barefoot over the plush carpet no doubt getting stickier by the minute with spilled liquor.
She's not nervous, exactly, but a degree of wariness settles deep into her marrow like an old and familiar friend all the same. ]
Yes? And? I don't know if you noticed, but my options are a bit limited right now.
[ Her eyes finally return to him – an archly expectant look that dips meaningfully down to his stylish suit and back up again, trusting the silent subtext to make her point. The nerve of this guy, nixing her genius potato sack princess plan right to her face over sexiness of all things!
Oh! That reminds her: ]
If you're going to get all snooty over tablecloth togas not meeting dress code, the least you can do is introduce yourself.
I've had horrible lays before, and I didn't wake up with bite marks and a sore ass after those! And don't ya dare apologize for that?!
[He doesn't want to fight with Rude. He HATES fighting with Rude, and it's something that almost never happens, but here they are, yelling at each other while still being butt naked and mostly hard. Really, it would be hilarious if it wasn't so tragic?]
Oh, okay, so it's 'cause your ego can't take it, so we're instead stuck with a fuck we don't remember, cause that's so much better! Ya know what, I hope I will remember after this splittin' headache's gone and then I'll tell ya all about it in great detail! [He already wants to get up and storm out, but he's already at it, so he also adds] Doubt I even could hate it, but fine, be a pussy 'bout it, why don't ya!
[ though reki is fairly confidently aware of the extent of his own strength (a perfectly average, respectable amount for someone of his age and size, tyvm!) there is still a split-second there between gojou's yelp and the immediate turning of heads that follow wherein reki finds himself wondering if he actually had hurt the boy more than he thought he was capable of... and that is based entirely on the fact that this particular incident wouldn't look at all out of place within his current track record of Accidentally Majorly Fucking Up.
suffice to say, he jerks his hand away at about the same time he flinches back, lips already falling open on a hasty apology that would have most certainly been earnest—
but fortunately gojou speaks up before he can, which means he doesn't have to mark "embarrassing myself by apologizing for nothing" on his checklist for the evening.
now, he doesn't know much yet about the ranks and such of this place (he was told the gist, he knows the deal, but any specifics he had opted out of because his face had been getting way too hot to sit through) but he's no stranger to the ways of the world, and how certain people can make it turn at their every whim, so he falls for gojou's little white lie all too easily.
now other words clamor to tumble out of his mouth — That's not fair! I didn't attack you! C'mon it was just a little pinch! — but then gojou goes and makes that offer and. well. ]
Wait, are you serious??
[ hang on hang on... could it really be that easy? ]
But it's high! They wouldn't even tell me the exact amount, that kinda high!
The tragic backstory can definitely be saved for another day. Otherwise, it would just ruin the mood, wouldn't it? And what a mood it is. Wei Wuxian is weighing his options here, considering what he wants to do next. They haven't introduced themselves to each other yet but that... isn't much of a concern either, he thinks.
No, no, he's had more flighty encounters than this before. At least Beowulf is being nice to him. He looks a little surprised when his chin is tilted up and he doesn't think he's misreading what's going on here. So, it's time to make a decision. ]
Mm, I do. I bet you'd be an entertaining watch.
[ A catlike grin curls on his face and then Wei Wuxian moves his hands, fingers clutching the lapels of Beowulf's robes before pulling him in for what is, hopefully, a kiss. If Beowulf allows it, that is. ]
[ Karna has clearly been here for longer than Kabru has, given his knowing stance regarding the apparent penalties. It's best not to risk whatever they may be, especially when Karna was already so accepting of what Kabru will need to do to him. Hitting a man so scarred does still bring about a pang of guilt, but Karna had no problems with it, and Kabru could make it up to him later, somehow. He could offer to let Karna hit him back in return, but this man could be way stronger than he looks, so it might not be the best idea. ]
Alright. I'm sorry in advance ... [ At least he doesn't have his metal gloves on. Stepping closer to the other man, he shoots him another apologetic glance, before laying a slap over the right side of his chest. Being as strong as an athletic human, it won't be the most painful thing in the world, but it might still leave a reddened mark.
Right after, he tries to soothe, picking up Karna's hand and holding it. ] Was that okay? Did I hit too hard?
[It's not hard to tell that using his name had gotten to Dabi, because he can see his hand tightening on his glass, and then the other man is telling him in that hoarse voice not to say that name, using Keigo on him. Keigo isn't his name, not anymore, hasn't been for a long time.
Part of him is seriously tempted to bring this to a head, to clarify that they're in different camps, that Hawks is a hero and Dabi is a villain and there's no playing nice to be had. But that would be stupid, wouldn't it? Bakugo had made it clear who's in this place and Hawks is aware he's outnumbered and outpowered. Even just Dabi himself could easily kill Hawks without thinking too much about it, especially with the state of his feathers at the moment. And that doesn't take into consideration the innocent bystanders here. Of course, there's also Bakugo's safety to consider, Hawks feels the responsibility to look out for him.
He can feel the tension in his back, in his neck, when Dabi asks how he wants things to be - he wants to go home, that's what he wants. To not be in this situation. But he just takes a deep breath and gives Dabi a crooked smile, lifting a hand and tapping his finger against his lower lip.]
[Hiyori has been an esteemed prisoner guest of the Golden Peacock for almost a year at this point. As such, he knows better than to drink whatever's handed to him. He did accept the champagne, but only because having a drink in-hand meant the staff wouldn't try to push more on him (and also because he looks classy and elegant holding a flute glass!). But he isn't sipping it just yet; instead, he hangs back and observes the new guests to see whether the drinks are spiked with aphro. If everyone starts behaving like cats in heat, he'll know it's time to dump his glass and then skedaddle!
This, however—guests floating towards the ceiling like soap bubbles—goes beyond his expectations. He isn't even sure it's the drinks, and that there's not some magic user casting a spell on everyone. Then he feels someone grasp onto his sleeve and turns to see another guest start to levitate! What can he, a normal person without any sort of magic abilities or super strength, do to help this situation?
The answer: not much. But he tosses his drink somewhere (it spills and shatters on the floor; the staff can clean it up, that's what they're here for!) and makes a grab for Kabru with both arms.]
Don't worry about it and hug me tight! If you hold onto me, you won't float anywhere!
[Okay, not cars, but any type of vehicle is pointless here. He was about to argue that point with the guy when he pointed to the board in the wagon, with other little trinkets and tools the guy managed to scrounge from cars around.]
Board as in skateboard?
[Okay, so maybe that wouldn't be too bad to get around; it's small, fast, fun if you know how to use it. Not in Yusuke's wheelhouse but he's not going to ruin the guy's fun. Hell knows they need something actually fun around here that has NOTHING to do with sex and drugs.]
...there are stores on upper floors where you can get actual material you can use.
Titles are about as useful as nipples on a breastplate here, really.
[ he says with a laugh, unperturbed by wei wuxian's open ogling. he's not quite as in shape as he was a few decades while he was at war, but like.. for jing yuan, being out of shape is like. still this way. thankfully he's not the arrogant type to make his pecs dance for attention. ]
And, well, power is relative, isn't it? In comparison with many of those aboard the Xianzhou, I suppose that I am, but when compared with the might of an Aeon, I am much less so.
[ anyway, delicious congee! he scoops some into a bowl for himself and takes a bite, humming his satisfaction. ]
[ At least given the current circumstances, Jiaoqiu's bark is worse than his bite. He can't help a ripe opportunity to tease, but he wouldn't derive any pleasure from urging someone to play a game they had no interest in. He might've settled in without too much fuss, but as with any life-altering change, that's not going to be true for everyone. Especially somewhere that's so keen to push people to the limits of their comfort, or even beyond.
So though he still wears a politely impish smile, Jiaoqiu quickly nods his assent, leaning forward to prop his chin up in his palm. ]
As you wish. As you've decided to honor me with your presence, I'd be happy to roll first.
[ As he reaches forward to pick up his dice, he dips his head forward in a cordial bow. ]
Before we start, however, I believe introductions are in order. My name is Jiaoqiu.
[ It's a little unusual to not include anything about his position in his introduction, but it doesn't make any difference here, does it? Little does he know... ]
[ There's a few moments of lingering anticipation. She doesn't know if she likes the look on her face. There's a moment where she's caught between almost wanting her to continue and a gut churning sort of anger or resentment. It's an oddly familiar feeling. But she's not going to try and unpack all that right now in the moment. Instead she shoots Coquelic a long look - and then there's the sharp smack of skin against skin. She doesn't wince but there's a hiss and a little bit of a sigh, her expression twitching. ]
Had fun?
[ Her reply is sardonic. There's that flash of defiance and then she sits up as her grip gets loosened. ]
You don't hit that hard.
[ It's a note of defiance - and then she reaches for the dice. It clatters.
[ A moment later, in the aftermath of vehicle destruction, the door of the large limousine-jeep clicks and slowly opens. A long muscular leg stretches out—a decidedly naked leg—and a head peeks out. Its owner has a tousle of messy blond hair, amber eyes, light eyelashes, and extremely pronounced dark eyebags.
This hulking man doesn’t exit the jeep. He slowly looks around to take in the car missing a door and said door smashed into another car before turning his eyes onto the other man.
A rich rumble preludes a deep voice with no particular inflection: ]
[ listen, mona is a catalyst user and all of her combat skills are strictly magic-based. she doesn't have a lot of arm strength! but maybe she should start building up some. there are a few... activities that could benefit from it.
cough. anyways. ]
It must count or I won't win this round, you know.
[ look at him... even his robe is the plain terrycloth ones in cheap motels, the incredibly stiff ones that can't even tie properly because of how rigid the cloth has become. ]
Unless you mean I could go and steal from them, but that's too low, even for me.
[ let it be known that apart from that dilapidated pick-up truck that had the board, he'd only plucked things off of really fancy cars! the kind that reeks of a wealth that would sooner replace the whole care itself than whatever was taken from it. his conscious is clear, thanks!
still, the guy brings up a good point. it's not like reki's gonna find any tiny little wheels crawling on all fours around here. ]
Anyway, it won't really matter if I can't even get outta here. I must've gone through a dozen rows and I still haven't seen a single exit!
And he wishes he could go back right now to that attic and just do stupid, idle stuff, even if it's not related to painting (!!!). To think he'd miss so many ordinary things to feel sentimental about them and want to paint them; shows just how long he's been trapped here. By himself. (Akechi doesn't count! He's not a thief!)
He moves to put his own stuff on a nearby chair and starts changing out of the tight suit, rolling his shoulders back once he's out of the button-up shirt-]
Not really. Well, not on my grade. People that have "cards" of ten and above have access and more privilege to stuff. I am sure they have coffee grinders and everything one needs to roast and prepare good coffee.
I've been living, unfortunately, off of cheap coffee from chain shops. [It's not THAT bad, like Yusuke's trying to imply. But after being spoiled with LeBlanc's coffee, he's become a snob and everything pales compared to it.]
(at least if she did wind up on the floor and about to be faced with a good ol' fashion sarkaz blood rage, she knows that she did in fact sign up for that as a possibility. not the kind that anyone sane goes near. but that's the other thing, she knows not to rush. when someone is about as combative as w (and really, texas to a mild degree) there's nothing worse than what one can do by rushing a little too fast before she's ready. control should stay with the one that needs it, that's the part that texas has learned during her time at the resort. better than what some would have thought.
she doesn't latch those teeth down, she teases with them in nips and nibbles. almost like a pup. she knows better than to bite down when it's unwanted for someone that happens to enjoy covering her partners in teeth marks, as she's begun to learn about herself. that might be more the baser instincts of lupo talking, but she's keeping an eye on w. she's still a sarkaz and can easily snap them into being on the floor from their positioning.
something to ease that tension. nothing would help them if w winds up too tightly without letting out some of that frustration and more she's feeling.
texas can handle her own, but that's nothing new. she might shut down on occasion when it worsens, but she's starting to get there more in that regard, too. her bra is a nice black and silk one. pleasant to touch, run ones fingers along smoothly when she slips out a breathy sigh of her own at her breast being squeezed. her gloved hand does the same to w's thigh. the leather of them against bare skin must feel interesting, if w wasn't demanding that glove off yet.)
True....
(she caught the tone, thankfully, in how she hums that out between nips. texas does know that was already on the table as a necessity. she's the one with the chips and somewhere for people to crash at when they had to. her belt coming undone catches her attention, sure, they both didn't need to strip, but she's not minding. it's easier to move whenever they're not....distracted, to put it lightly. being against the door with this might get uncomfortable even if texas has made things work whenever possible.)
she is not thinking that because she can't read bracket text. but there is a few more moments where the only sound is just the sound of her working on the lock. ]
Good thing you're not going to die here then.
[ and then... click! the trunk pops open, and someone who is definitely not a child smiles down at him. ]
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