【 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.
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▶ 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!
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▶ 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!
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( The car looks... too claustrophobic for his tastes. Sure, it's larger than many of them, but it's still all closed in, and he couldn't figure out where the door handle even was with how blended in everything looks. So he pulls back and more away, taking a step back with a breath of a laugh, smiling. )
I can handle insane. Though... perhaps we should move to find ourselves some more suitable clothes? Do those exist here?
( Or is everyone stuck in sexy robes forever? Or, in Jae Ha's case, a sexy robe-boot. )
[ no, don't do that either bitch...! she can't be spoiled that badly!! don't do it or do because she's disgustingly wet the moment w's hand is at her cunt; the way her hips chase after the movement of her fingers, seeking friction, seeking her inside. the greed of it, the hunger of touch, the dizzying demand for more, more now, kill me now amica or better yet don't so they could play all the more. ]
I want...
I want it in me. [ she breathes this out in a rasp between too-sharp teeth, the beatific clutch of her jaws when w seizes her neck. no no, don't do that, she can't be indulged this much. she's supposed to play prisoner and captive and whatever and she did put in the effort for that but she could barely hold back her hunger much longer. her hand goes to grasp w's wrist holding the weapon, those fingers now slick with her fluids; her claws cut raw red slices there, an attempt to etch her own mark as gorgeous as it felt to have the fake knife heat in preparation to detonate. the fantasy of being burned, mutilated. ] Even if it can't cut, fuck me with it. I can take it, I can take the whole thing, I can take whatever you can give me. [ it's not a terribly big knife, the hilt doesn't exactly have a pommel or anything though now she just about wishes it did. maybe it's too bad she couldn't actually get stabbed but she wants some action just like this.
her arm goes to slink around w's neck to pull her closer even as her breathing goes beatifically shallow under w's grip. every breath and swallow and the beat of her pulse underneath. ]
Put your weapon in me. W. [ she knows the other woman's codename, but maybe only that. her legs part further in invitation, her hips jerking to try to chase the sensation of that broken fake blade through soaked panties, her eyes flutter as she yanks w's head and ear close to her mouth and the cut of her teeth. ]
Please.
[ she begs so rarely, or maybe never even genuinely. but she wants badly, now. ]
[ Until the comedy runs dry, though he didn't have that much to drink so surely the timer is counting down already to a sudden return to normally functioning gravity for him. ]
The hell you can!
[ His arm is unconsciously flexing at that as he tightens his hold.
And perhaps not a moment too soon, because sure enough, there it is: the drop.
Despite his steady grip on the column, Gen is going to find himself rapidly sliding towards the ground as his time in the air comes to an abrupt end. ]
( It's like he's a scaly green angel fallen from heaven, here to feed Gojou's ego. Because that fancy little practiced look he gives? It causes such an enthused reaction that the car wiggles a little, Jae Ha clenching his fists like he's just been so heavily inspired he can't hold it in. )
Ohhh, that look...! Teach me how to do it, teach me!
( At the very least, with Gojou's face now freed and the suggestion to get out of the trunk, Jae Ha fully stands up from where he'd been sitting. With an artful little spin to look back, he smiles, relaxing a little with his smile. )
It's not every day that I meet a handsome young man in the middle of nowhere. ( He kinda is that easy, but nevermind that... ) You were saying something about clothes, right? I'd prefer underwear, but it's not a requirement. Where do we go from here?
To be quite honest, I woke up inside of one of these things and can't recall how I got there.
[ just like a normal person, murr finally leaves the car albeit through that window he opened. why use the door? well, it's because it's easier to climb through! he ends up tumbling forward once he squeezes himself through, his robe lined with some cheetah print but overall keeps him decent. his bits will stay protected. ]
Then it sounds like they deserve to be stuck in there!
[ he can hear the subtle sarcasm and the actual disappointment that might be hiding in between those syllables. that the tension between them is palatable yet it's real and visceral and murr loves the feeling of it in his ears. ]
Maybe someone here can do something about that for you! But if they can't, I can always try to snuff out the flames myself.
[ give him a chance and he'll roll and stomp all over it... like he hasn't already in his own special way.
but if he wants to get in shylock's nerves some more, he will. he absolutely will. once he's done puffing on that cigar, murr goes in for the kill. their lips collide but briefly, quickly, a flash before he falls back into the sheets. ]
good thing he has an actual genius working at this lock that i broke with a 7 dice roll. he's collected while she works, but when the trunk pops open, he feels the draft from the garage and it makes him aware of how tensely he's packed in here. he lets out a short exhale, letting his eyes adjust to the too-bright garage lights for a moment before he squints at her, vision settling. ]
...Yeah. Thanks.
[ he slowly pushes himself up into a sit, getting a better look at her. he's in a gauzy purple robe, with one of those faux-feather trims that float out in thin tendrils that get everywhere. very shimmery, glam, and unsuitable. ]
[Despite his racing heart, Akechi manages to wrangle his eagerness down to something more manageable. Or at least shove it in a box so he can appear cool and collected. After all, how can he pick apart the subtleties of Akira's silence if he's not focused?
He wonders.]
And ruin my gorgeous face? How cruel of you to even think of.
[He nods at Akira's hand, again, leaning back a little bit.]
[ Sometimes, you are the token tired dad of a flock of otherwise upbeat characters. But for him, none of those people are here—he can only carry on, taking the punches as they come.
He can at least have a tiny bit of fun with it. He reaches out, takes Broca's nose between his forefinger and thumb... giving it a lil honk. He wiggles it for good measure, then pats his face as he backs off. ]
Thanks for indulging me.
[ This is stupid! There's much worse things than stupid. He pushes the dice over. ]
( Esikko's skin is cold to the touch, and so the spooning isn't so bad, really, right now. Not until he feels like it's too much, which it is rapidly threatening to approach. Right now, he allows it, sighing out at the long drawn out pause before he settles on baby. )
Esikko.
( A little grumpy, he says that flatly, but he's honestly a little soothed by them being cutesy names, at least. )
I can't remember a thing... ( His body isn't really giving him any hints as to what happened, either. He's sore, but he always is, with this stupid body, and... another glance back to try and see this man earns him a face he definitely does not recognize.
It's not bad, though. So he could see himself flirting with him and getting him in bed. )
[ Archer does not enjoy large groups of people. Because of that, he enjoys the prospect of forced socialization via hedonistic parties even less. He didn't allow himself to suffer the indignity of being dragged, but he is still...less than pleased. The only silver lining is he actually found a tolerable suit prior to coming.
Well, whatever. He can wallflower the entire time. Right?
Except when the staff force a plate into his hands with copious amounts of food. Or when other guests trying to get him to try twig. Archer politely declines drink and drugs...but does eat some of the food.
He also tries to leave once or twice. Perhaps, you'll see him attempting to make a quiet escape. ]
II: Party Forever: Game Room
[ Eventually, there is no avoiding it. Archer finds himself in the game room, and it is...frankly, just about what he expected. This whole place is decadent to the point of being nauseating, but since trying to sneak away didn't work, what else is one supposed to do?
Rather than drive himself insane with inactivity, the only thing to do is play the game. Which is why he eventually finds himself in a Dirty Dice match-up. He looks across his partner, assessing silently. ]
You can roll first, if you like.
[ Or perhaps later, during a game of House of Cards: ]
What is it that you treasure most?
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[ ooc: Open to other prompts on request! Also open to some NSFW in Dirty Dice - m/m or m/f, 17 and up please! ]
It's a last name and a nickname. So yeah, it works. For obvious reasons.
[ She shakes her head and keeps digging in, taking a moment to chew. ]
Less than ideal is right. First time in my life I've ended up in a weird giant casino. I don't even know where this place is! Or what we're supposed to do about it!
[Wriothesley can't help but chuckle as he watches the other respond exactly how he had expected them to. Well, he can't fault them for reacting in such a way. He's not exactly too keen on it either, but people need to eat and he has long gotten used to the chance.
Instead, he merely pours tea into both their cups before reaching over to grab two sugar cubes from the bowl. It's easy to see the inky black markings on his wrists, like handcuffs, with the light pink diamond on his inner wrist a sign of his suit and current physical state.
He drops the cubes in and starts to stir.] There's a few places I've found that are fairly trustworthy. I'll give you the list if your stay here becomes more permanent. [Because he isn't always sure if someone's stay will be long term or not and he doesn't want to assume.]
She has told me that the prophecy has come to pass and that Fontaine has been getting back to its feet since then. That I apparently had involvement with helping things along, which is quite interesting from my point of view. [He raises his cup to sip at it, his gaze thoughtful.] After all, the last thing I recall quite strongly is our wonderful Iudex helping with the seal beneath the Fortress that had burst. You can imagine that the time discrepancies is a little distorting to say the least.
[His gaze softens.] More than Fontaine...I merely wish to know how some have been. I've not spoken to so many people in so long... You are well then, monsieur? This is a personal request, not one made as the administrator, but I hope you'll humor me anyways.
[GORGEOUS FACE?? Akira is going to throw Akechi out of a window!!]
[at some point in being utterly blindsided, Akira had planted his hands against the table, prepared to rise and ditch the entire event in order to focus on something far more important. but Akechi leans back in his chair, the perfect picture of cool and calm (ugh, what gives him the right?) and Akira's gaze flickers back down to the dice still tucked against his palm]
[he wants to wipe that stupid smirk off of Akechi's face. he wants to shake him and rub his face in the dirt and and hug him all in one measure. he wants call Akechi an idiot and admit that no matter how complicated things are (will always be) between them, that he was so sorely missed]
Actually, there are about a million other things I'd rather be doing suddenly.
[his grip tightens on the dice. he lifts his hand, chin lifted, defiant and challenging]
and okay nehan doesn't have a sense of humor, but to be fair it wasn't a particularly good joke. even so, jing yuan can't quite resist another, his teasing a natural defense (or attack) mechanism against the surly-tempered. ]
Mhm, a shame.
[ (no, he does not actually expect nor need him to.) jing yuan will go ahead and offer nehan's water bottle back to him then, and retrieve a second for himself. some hydration should hopefully cut through the rapidly-building ache behind his skull, and he does hold the opened bottle to his nose before deciding it's safe enough to drink from. ]
My name is Jing Yuan. I presume I arrived the same as everyone else—in a strange vehicle, with little on my person.
[ just a scrap of fabric, really. ]
If you mean something more immediate, I was wandering [ sneaking ] around the oasis. It seems I've either failed spectacularly in discretion, or succeeded terribly. ...I suppose you wouldn't know which of the rooms this is?
[ HE HASN'T BEEN INSIDE ANY OF THEM YET, reserved or high class or whichever, and everything in the resort looks lavish and foreign to him. either way, jing yuan regards nehan with an expression of neutral ease. ]
[ he's not shy, but the shrug he answers with gives away his nature, where he's been a tired, dull old man since he was about twelve. that does not seem to be the case for his partner in cards. he raises his brow slowly. ]
Sounds... [ like kinda freak behavior? maybe the sebastian confusion was valid ] complicated.
[ though he has been in exactly zero romantic relationships, so who's to say this isn't normal? emotions are complicated. love and hate chief among them. nehan chats casually while hunting down the next card, trying to get a read on his opponent. ]
What'd he do to get you so riled up? [ this man doesn't seem like the sort of guy who'd get frustrated too easily. ]
[ At least Jiaoqiu had the good fortune of perceiving the general before losing his eyesight, so his imagination can fill in the gaps. But he isn't thinking about Jing Yuan's bobbies anyway??? Probably. He's working!
Until Jing Yuan insists he's already well, which causes Jiaoqiu to tilt his head thoughtfully, setting down the teaspoon he'd been using to stir his concoction. ]
If I may, you do seem the type to hold your liquor well. Or is it that you abstained? That would be a remarkable show of restraint.
[ He's not one to drink recklessly himself, but after so many days straight of partying, even he needed a few more drinks than usual to make it through. ]
[The corner of Akechi's mouth twitches. Maybe he's just been here too long, he reads far too much into that little phrase. Doing something else. Thinking of Akira -- playing the game -- is a little more than he can handle.
He finds a drink to sip to hide his sudden, ah, embarrassment? Flush? Doesn't matter, he's back to his usual amusement a moment later. ]
Good. I was worried you might disappoint me there, for a moment.
[ Archer stares at the "monk" in question, as well as the sex toy he's holding up. It's difficult to read his expression, but he is definitely neither amused nor pleased.
As if he needed any more convincing, this resort is definitely some kind of hell. ]
It's a vibrator.
[ Why is he having to explain this. Why. ]
You can use it to pleasure yourself or someone else.
[ Cars are not an unfamiliar concept at this point; though she has spent very little time in the garage she has also seen movies. Radios are less familiar, something she only hints at with a mild wrinkle in her forehead. ]
Then it seems you are a step ahead of where I was on arrival. Many of the people I have met are from worlds where elevators and text messaging are common.
[ She glances down just in time to see the kitten bonk into her ankle. Reaching down with her free hand, she scoops it up. ]
Sometime when we aren't being forced to attend a party I would like to hear about the war you left at home.
[Honestly, using a feather hadn't occured to Naoto. She'd gotten caught in area that noses weren't generally ticklish. Then the thought of 'why would someone tickle a nose?'
Then he brought up the worse option and all thoughts screeched to a halt as she pulled a face. Contemplating it for a second.
A minute shrug.]
I suppose I was fortunate then. There are a lot worse locations to tickle or...sniff.
[honestly, Akira's thought are pretty innocent right now. those "million things" he'd rather be doing include just. . . figuring out where the hell Akechi had been since the fall of Maruki's Palace. asking him about his wellbeing! making sure he's okay! sussing out how long he has been in this place, and whether it has had the same effect on him that it has on Yusuke. possibly getting very angry on his behalf]
[. . . maybe even trying to talk through some of the unfinished business that still lingers between them. everything Akechi had said to him that night at Leblanc when they had given Maruki the calling card had felt so. . . final. but Akira didn't want it to be]
[but perhaps those are all conversations for later. Akira finds his emotions simmering somewhat as they settle into the game. and for all of Akechi's earlier bravado, the sudden fluster comes as a bit of a surprise]
[Akira's brows raise again. a beat. and then a sly li'l grin of his own]
Aw.
Are you embarrassed?
[don't be, last time he rolled he got "slap nose."]
[Oh good. Though Naoto's eyes narrowed as she blinked rapidly and the new light as she clambered out, glancing behind her to...]
A wardrobe? [More glancing, the windows, then there were seats.
She took a moment to neaten her robe. Got to make sure she was as decent as possible for someone in a robe with no undergarments. At least the fuzzy fabric was thick.
Then she peer up at the woman.]
Why are we in a van?
[She wasn't sure if the woman would know, but had to ask.]
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