【 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.
[His own hands are calloused in certain spots, and his knuckles are almost constantly bruised even though he wears gloves religiously. Whatever she does with those hands, he knows she does it well.]
It's something like a nickname.
[He explains as an afterthought, smirking a little bit. It's not his real name, but it's the only one he goes by.]
I'm sure you must hear that all the time. [Rude finds the way Yasha turns so red endearing, even reaching out to brush a few stray hairs out of her face, his brown eyes flickering over her features up close as he studies them, noticing her eyes first. ] Am I? I think you're definitely the looker between the two of us.
[ aventurine sits, and jing yuan slides the chair in comfortably beneath him before stepping to the opposite side and shrugging off his heavy, furred overcoat, draping it neatly over the back of his own chair. sliding into his seat, he sets the die between them just as the drinks are served. ]
Are you a shy man? [ he asks, with a smile. ] I would not have guessed that you would need the lubrication to speak freely.
[ well. speak freely about his kinks, at least. everything else he's sure that this man holds close to the vest. he won't look a gift horse in the mouth, however - jing yuan plucks up his drink and takes a generous sip. ah, sweet. he likes that. it's no baijiu but he certainly enjoys it. ]
Please, go first.
[ while he settles into his usual comfortable, confident manspread. ]
[He gives him look over, trying to catch a glimpse of dreaded card mark, but doesn't see any (in obvious spots), so he assumes he's new.]
Anyone new gets some money to start off. It's not much, but I think it will help you put together your skateboard if you go looking for spare parts.
[He COULD break the news to the guy and tell him how he's going to be earning money in the future but is he mean to do it NOW? In the parking lot? Where they are freezing their asses off?
Yusuke's not mean like that.]
We will find out eventually, the Hotel could never run without us, [he mutters sarcastically, shivers, and heads between the cars to continue looking.] Bring your stuff with you, we'll find an exit together.
[ ooc: Hi caps! Long time no see! And no worries -- I love Delicious in Dungeon! ]
[ Kabru's assessment isn't entirely off-base, but there's little to prepare anyone for the wild world of forced mutation. Unless... you're from a fantasy world with magic that turns girls into giant half-chickens. Which Kabru kinda is.
Anyway, Wade makes a halfhearted attempt to tickle the stranger's nose before gives up. This was probably the tabletop equivalent of rolling a 1 for seduction, but Wade's admittedly curious to see where this game can go. ]
What's the matter, not doing it for ya? This is like, super hard without pronounced nose hair.
[ Wade snort-laughs, then snatches the dice and tosses them up, catching them in the air before he starts to flick them off Kabru's chest with his thumb. ]
( words aventurine could have said himself, ironically. it's almost like looking into a mirror, except, he thinks, reno seems to experience genuine joy in the fun he has, for the things he indulges in. unless he's an exceptionally good actor - something aventurine might find out eventually. )
I guess you could say some people prefer to play the games they consent to playing. Being suddenly brought to a casino isn't the dream vacation to them, unfortunately. ( which he can't relate, despite still looking to get back home.
aventurine extends a hand for his new friend to take. it's about time he met someone on the same wavelength as him. ) Aventurine. A pleasure to meet you.
And you wouldn't be wrong. I have been here for quite a while. But it's a little boring just to talk, isn't it? This is a party in a casino. Why don't we play something, for the fun of it? Whatever catches your eye.
[The idea of just being one of Reno's awful lays eats away at him like acid. If it were anyone else he wouldn't care what they thought of him, but because it's Reno he knows he won't be able to just ignore it.]
What did you just call me? [Rude's eyes open wide like he's just been slapped, and his reaction is sudden, almost startling himself as he reaches out to grab Reno by the back of his neck and drag him down onto the bed hard.]
Take it back.. [He warns, pinning his partner again, but this time face down onto the mattress. Unfortunately for him, this time there's nowhere to hide his arousal when he gets on top of Reno to wrestle him into submission.] Take it back now.
[ it takes him a moment when he's pulled in close and feels the prickle of facial hair against his skin. his breath slows, a thready laugh leaving him as he realizes the headlock is gone.
but upon closer inspection now that they're both stilled, the man isn't bad looking by any means. (the peacock is full of way too many good-looking people, it can't be real...) and the way arms go around his waist earns a little curious noise as he finds purchase threading through hair. this is not the worst place he's woken up, not by a long shot. considering how comfortably warm he is right now, he thinks maybe running away can wait. ]
This is already a huge improvement, how's that? And I need... [ he'll endure the shame: ] ... your name. Think I'm still waking up...
The bristling is relatively silent, but it's visible as an irritated grimace of a grin twitches at the corner of Gen's mouth at the suggestion that he was, in fact, presenting himself for Hank. He can behave himself for now though, planning on getting a little petty revenge with this next move while Hank unbuttons his shirt, maybe a little twist involved in the fondling.
But then the man has to go and make that comment a second time, and something in him snaps just a little.
The initial plan was to barely fondle before twisting like a shitty kid bullying on the playground, but now he has to win. He needs to absolutely embarrass this man.
So with Hank making himself nice and comfortable with his legs stretched out on the table, Gen swings one of his own legs over Hank's, straddling him for just one second, before sitting down heavily right in his lap. He himself is not exactly the heaviest guy in the world, but he tries to put a little force in there to make it slightly uncomfortable at first as he makes himself right at home, warm palms immediately resting against the other man's chest.
"Since you're that desperate for it."
At no point did Hank even remotely suggest that he was, but Gen's breezing along anyways, hands sliding down to rest underneath Hank's chest, thumbs reaching up to rub lightly across Hank's nipples, actually bothering to play the game right in a bid to pull some sort of response out of Hank.
[ She's being dramatic. That barely even stung. Zeera's right though, they are indeed solidly halfway to those promised prizes hawked by the game master! The reminder perks Mayou right up again while reaching for those devilish dice to take her turn after dumping all the hard(?) work on Zeera for as long as she could. ]
These prizes better be worth it... I might do something drastic if it's a stuffed animal waiting at the finish line.
[ The dice rattle noisily on the table, and – BITE NECK. ]
Is that a serious question, really? You're supposed to wear it, obviously.
[ ... ] Or perhaps strangle someone with it. [ just possibilities that would occur to an ex-mafia famiglia wolf like her. ] Or, even better yet, strangle someone with it during sex. Shall we try just that?
[ Definitely a good theory and something to consider. Both of them have their own perspectives on this, and hopefully the longer they stay here, the more they'll find out. As for now, there is breakfast.
He looks curiously at Sunday as he pours the glaze over his bread and when he sets it down, Wei Wuxian will reach out and take the glaze as well, mimicking the action. ]
Might as well try it.
[ You say that now................
Anyway, Wei Wuxian gives a slight smile at the response to his abilities. No abject horror is a plus. Thank god for small mercies. ]
Ghosts, the undead in general. It's a skill I've picked up over the years and mastered. You're right though, it'll be useful around here. I didn't expect it, but I can't complain.
[ He takes another bite of french toast and — oh! ]
( his dainty victorian sensibilities will never recover from this.
but in truth, even his own answer is built more on rhetoric than experience, his definitive lack of personal relationships leaving him to intuit what he might and might not like based solely on observation. and the select few fiction novels he's perused through over the years.
it's wise that coqueliac does in fact cut him off; already he is opening his mouth once more to answer her question most seriously. the new question has him pausing, mouth closing shut as he blinks once more.
dress up....? in what sense? do most people not dress down when retiring for the evening? )
I suppose I could put on a few more layers, if that is what my partner preferred.
( that is what she is referring to, yes? the uncertainty to his voice speaks volumes. )
Unfortunately, he's from around an earlier, worse anniversary event, so he doesn't recognize this seemingly young woman. But he props his chin in his palm from where he's sitting, sparing her a glance from his idle observation of their shiny new surroundings. ]
So it is.
[ The punishment in most cases here is humiliation. He looks her over very briefly, decides she doesn't seem the type to usually wander a casino, and elaborates. ]
Usually, in these games of chance, you set your own wagers. Bluffing, calling—measuring your own luck and impulses. All this seems like is a dressed-up version of getting people to— [ he will have some decorum here ] ...be intimate.
can I just scream at these two idiots?? I should be asleep, instead I am here, chewing my nails!
[Reno's eyes widen just in time to see Rude reaching out and grab his neck, before the next thing he sees are another close up of the pillows. There is a moment of shock, and a moment of panic that sets in, causing Reno to struggle against the grip, but what he got in speed and agility, Rude makes up for in strength, so no matter what he tries, he's pinned down by Rude, who .. seems to be getting off of this?
Still Reno tries to twist his arms out of that iron grip, even if it barely does anything.]
[ There's a lick of heat left behind on Tharja's fingers as she draws back. Fascinating... What on earth is crawling under this woman's skin? They truly have each other's attention. ]
I wouldn't normally, either. Unless I really was trying to pull it right off. [ Pig snouts are useful in some brews. ] But I was beholden to the dice.
[ Speaking of attention: Arlecchino's odd claw has not escaped Tharja's. Before, it would have been easy to write off as manakete transformation but now that she has felt the pressure of the other woman's power... it's as fascinating as the rest of her. It's almost as if that fire burning inside of her has burnt all the way through her skin there, leaving nothing but charred remains. ]
( happily for all parties involved, he remains blissfully ignorant of her divination.
less happily, his caution goes rebuffed, and he has no choice but to place his hand in her waiting one, gloved fingers wrapping around hers firmly but not tightly. she will only have herself to blame if toes are stepped on in the course of the next five minutes.
since she has gone ahead and made the first move, it seems only prudent to ask, as he guides them towards the dance floor: )
Do you also plan to lead then, Miss Megistus?
( will he take on the role of blushing maiden tonight? )
[ Even preoccupied as he is by his teamaking, his senses are always attuned to the wellbeing of those in his care, and while she's not a patient, so to speak, treating someone in need is just second nature. It's subtle, but his ears don't miss the way she doesn't move much at all as she speaks — is her head hurting just that badly? Or did she exhaust herself in some other way?
At least he stayed lucid enough during the party to know he isn't to blame for that. ]
I am. The smell isn't too disruptive, I hope. [ It's a concoction of subtle and strong scents, and though it's not unpleasant, it's certainly distinct. ] If you're seeking a cure for a hangover, I can promise it's worth a peculiar smell and taste, however.
[ Kabru's nose sort of wrinkles at the fingers tickling it, and it's a strange, uncomfortable sensation, but one he can briefly tolerate. Just as this game could lend itself to particularly suggestive situations, it could just as easily lend itself to stupid situations such as these. The mention of nose hair only takes away further tension when there really was none to begin with. ]
I have other tastes -- Oh. [ Those dice hit him in the square of his chest. Thanks. Having the dice thrown at him is mildly annoying but he can tolerate that too. Kabru gives them a roll, watching for the results. They land on '3' and '5', which isn't the worst result that could come up. 'KISS' and 'MOUTH'. This is easy, in fact. Peering up at the other man, there's more playfulness to his tone now (he's mostly happy he doesn't have to do something stupid) ]
It wouldn't happen to be your first kiss, would it?
Yeah, but I don't get why you had to look smart. Not like there's someone there waiting for you, right?
[ hehe. guess who doesn't remember jack shit about █████████ at all. though to be fair, heathcliff just hasn't gotten to [REDACTED] yet after t corp, but they would've been even in this case if they both knew what they missed out on :)
anyway! she mirrors his grimace when he mentions her headband, and she grabs his wrist with an iron grip. ]
That's also what I wanted to know. But apparently the house has taken it away for further incentive that I play their games. [ she swallows. the hand around his wrist slightly trembles despite her cold expression. ] I have to get it back, no matter what.
[ it's the only thing she has left of her, after all. ]
( He completely ignores being called out on his leg, instead turning his head to take a longer look across the car. So this is transport, huh? It's a little terrifying to look at, a closed in hunk of metal, but he can imagine it's safer in some ways. Faster, probably? )
How do we travel? ( It's a light repeat of the question, stalling for time as he tries to think of his words. After all, his preferred method of traveling is to soar...
But it's not like his whole group can do that, anyway, so: )
By foot, normally. Horses are another option, but the group I'm with relies on our own feet.
[ how lucky for lappland, w seems to think 'bitch' is a term of endearment. maybe it doesn't come across that way now, when w is swatting a rough hand across lappland's constricted breasts for having the audacity to want it worse, but maybe there's something to the meeting of their gazes after all. something close to recognition, to respect, even as w's counting the notches of her ribs, feeling for which will be the easiest to break first. (the answer is all of them, she's a consummate fucking professional.)
she'd pretended she didn't know lappland earlier, when texas mentioned her in passing. siracusan drama isn't really her wheelhouse, but she's heard, of course, of the cannibal wolf who chewed up her entire family and spit her own father out on his ass. w likes to think that if she'd ever had one of those, she'd do the same.
in short, she'd really prefer the beast over the mask, alluring as it is. however nice lappland's playing now, w's sure this isn't the whole of her. when the cycle of revenge spins back around on her, that's when things will get interesting. it always is, always has been. ]
Please. Tell me everything your little heart desires, beg until you're blue in the fucking face. I just wanna see you truly miserable.
[ she shakes them both with her laughter and lappland's spine can bear the brunt of it. it'd probably please them both just to bend it over her knee and dislocate her from end to end, make it so lappland can't even feel it when she fishes a hand into those damp panties. all she has to do is swipe between those silky lips and her fingers come away dripping, and she makes a low noise of displeasure, even if her hips are clapping hard against lappland's ass, betraying how she really feels. ]
Don't worry, this won't feel good. In fact, it'll piss me off if I even think you're starting to enjoy it, I might just start blowing off some limbs.
[ she drops the knife into her slicked up hand, and the one that was holding it grips lappland by the throat instead, her fingers bearing bruisingly into the point of her pulse. there's no real need to get rid of the panties if lappland wants it to hurt, she can start to drive it right through them, its jagged, broken edge ripping through, catching on lace and riding dangerously up against too-soft flesh. it's fine, if there's one thing w knows it's bodies and how to break them, she probably won't let lappland bleed out yet. ]
[Akira shrugs off his own jacket, tossing it haphazardly aside. and then he immediate realizes that he is making a mess in Fox's room and goes pick it up so he can lay it NEATLY across the bed. good, don't be rude, Akira]
[his fingers glide across the buttons of his own shirt, nose wrinkled as he considers this. no easy access to coffee beans and grinders, huh. . .]
That's a shame. [the lack of supplies and the cheap coffee] I wanted to make us a cup of Leblanc's special blend. [taps his temple!] The recipe is all up here.
[and a bit of comfortable nostalgia always warms the heart]
[No, he caught the sarcasm, and he shakes his head. It at least rules out some possibilities.]
Right... you wouldn't be here otherwise... neither of us would be.
[After all, he's... himself. He isn't inhabiting the body of an Ekko native to here, if there even is one. That might rule out the wild rune, but then... it still leaves him with way more questions than answers.
Still, one thing at a time.
He lets out a breath, then looks over at the wall of buttons and hits the top floor.]
We need to find some way out of here. I don't even know who these weirdos are.
[ Sitting across from Tharja is a boy who looks ready to bolt or pass out within the next few seconds. Maybe even both, like he'd get a few steps away from the table and then hit the floor like a sack of potatoes.
Though with how he jumps when she turns the focus his direction, the first seems a slightly safer bet. ] M- me? [ yes akihi, it's the two of you here, who else could she be talking to?????
He chews his bottom lip. ] I don't think I have any good habits...
( Sneezing on someone wouldn't be very beautiful at all!! And so, he bends down yet again, maybe making it a little too sensual as he leans in to her ear...
But then he gives her a little sniff. It's so hard not to laugh, but he manages, standing up as soon as he's done. )
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