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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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Bakugo hooked a foot around the base of the chair leg, pulled it free, and took a seat. Then scooted in to a comfortable distance. Didn't want to knock the table and sent the tower tumbling before they even started.
"I'm not a kid, dammit!" Sheesh! Maybe he should call this guy a geezer then. Despite the volume, Bakugo remains fairly still and stable on the opposite side, arms crossed over his chest. Damn, didn't even make the cards shudder. Not surprising since it's the first one, right off the damn top. "Pera pera pera."
He arches a brow at the sudden answer, then frowns in realizing. He's not gonna read the question aloud or give him the card? Hell no! "Show me the cards before you answer them." None of this making crap up potential! Or the awkward moment trying to figure out what the question was via the answer.
He leans forward and picks a car from the top, careful to allow the third one gently slide along its back and lie flat safely on the next layer. Then shows the card to Rex: Do you get homesick?
Great. He'd rather a stupid lap question than emotion crap.
"Who the hell won't feel like that if they're kidnapped!"
( A bossy one, this kid, isn't he? Jae Ha likes it, honestly, that spirit. That authoritative way of holding himself seems to hold plenty of emotions, even if the only one he seems to constantly be putting out is anger. But anger isn't such a bad thing, either, is it? It shows care, too.
Smiling to himself, he begins his walk to the mysterious rack of clothing, but turns to make sure that Bakugo is coming along with him. )
I just woke up here, but you sound as though you know what's happening. Have you been here a while?
[tried and failed. his own mentor tried for an entire week to turn him into what sort of hero he thought bakugo should be. not the kind of person his intern was. news flash: it didn't work. both of them ended that week frustrated. crossed arms over his chest, fingers drumming on a hard bicep, the hero eyes his companion when he emerges from the bathroom. a quick once on instinct and he narrows his eyes at nehan.]
What's wrong with your leg?
[he didn't bang it getting out of bed; bakugo was awake the entire time for that. plenty of people gripe about the rank 2 rooms, some about the rank 3, but he's found them to be at least livable if you take care of them. it's not luxury, but it's not a dump either. and passes into the bathroom, shutting the door behind him with his foot.]
Don't order me around!
[yelled from the bathroom. meaning three minutes later, face and hands scrubbed to fresh up some, bakugo heads into the kitchen with the tray balanced on one hand like a server.]
(see, she would have taken them off, but texas did consider another thing. this won't be something she's used to, using the fabric of her panties as a buffer was a better idea. she's not going to say anything about what happens between now and after. w has that much to bet on from her, that texas won't break her silence on whatever the hell they wind up doing if it turns into them using this room for longer. not like the other guests in the hideaway would interrupt.
they're far too scared after the earlier display from w, and from texas glaring like she would have torn their throats out with her teeth.
not that she would, but the sentiment was there. vulnerability is what she hates putting herself through, so what good would bringing it up after do? the bet was more to help. seems like it did, from the way that way her fists balled up and how w resisted that urge to scream. half saying her name, half not. the whisper was enough to tell texas she made the better choice in using the fabric of her panties to act as a layer between it and her clit. pressing it on her bare clit might have very well caused a near loss, especially if she did get told to turn up the settings any.
their bodies near pressing more together is driving her mad, that stupid spade mark almost laughs again. as usual, it's mocking her. whatever, she didn't need to get off. not any time soon. she'll be okay, this isn't her needing it for anything more than them trying to prevent what would be big consequences if she doesn't play the game. even if w might not be able to spend those chips she'll get from this, that's also fine. it's still pocket money for when she has her own time.
chump change as some might view it, but in this hellhole people struggle all the damn time. herself included, so she wants to meet some of that determination with her own by seeing it through. w being stubborn was the other helpful thing, she would have stopped had she needed to with using it for a time if w couldn't endure it for now. nothing, no comments on her expression or how mortifying this must be. she's not the sort to tease or that kind of woman to torture someone on the receiving end of something like a wand of all things. maybe they should be happier it wasn't one of those clit suckers.
now that would have made texas want to throw it into the crowd, she hasn't used those, but she's seen them around the love dove. often with a terrified expression. like hell she would want to put someone that hasn't seemed to have touched herself if any before through that. or that's her assumption, the scent of arousal is thick enough a lupo like her can smell it from there.)
Easy....I won't turn it up past this unless you're really sure.
(because this was partially, cellinia's fault for obtaining that stupid wand.)
[And he sounds disgusted to even admit it. Padding after the other man, Bakugo picks up speed enough to make it to the rack of clothes first. Because obviously this is a requirement. The valet has scurried off elsewhere to give his guests their privacy. One sweep of clothes across the railings, another sweep, back and forth swish swish.]
Hey! Bring something better! This shit sucks!
[It's ancient! They're almost like movie pieces- oh there's some more normal shit. Nothing matches. Che, whatever. He grabs a pair of cargo pants. Are there any shorts or is he going commando? A distant apology floats down from the garage stairway, offering sincere condolences they do not have any oth-]
[ It doesn't feel right, for some reason. His blow would have hurt a regular human, and even if this person was far from regular, there should have at least been some indication that they felt it. He says he's been through worse, and looking at him, Kabru does believe that. What horrors could that battered body have gone through for him to be this desensitized? Kabru's a perceptive person as well, so he's imagining the worst. There was a smile he was giving in return, but it felt like a way to alleviate Kabru's guilt more than anything.
Since he's perceptive, there are a lot of details he's taking in. The other man was so warm and there was that sense of mana; Kabru has a small amount of mana himself, so he can recognise it. The mark, which Kabru has learned is the suit, also appears to be darkening, which probably isn't ideal. He'll need to find out more about what that means. ]
This isn't how I like to showcase my strength. [ He keeps Karna's hand in encased in both of his own. The warmth of it actually feels quite nice. It looks like the other man actually is okay, at the very least. ]
Ugh— keep your voice down, I have a terrible headache.
( What is a...wrestler, anyway? Someone who wrestles people? Why? The more Esikko thinks on it, the more he doesn't understand. If anyone should be frustrated about not being recognized, it's him, after all. But he's not so delusional.
At the very least, that compliment is enough flattery to keep Esikko from going on a bitchfest, and so he takes in a slow breath, instead. Hmm. He can't just talk about how that's how his blood smells, right? It's weird. )
I naturally smell rather floral, if that's what you mean. ( True enough, even when he doesn't have a bandaged wound. The sniff still tickled a little, though, and so he tilts his head a bit in the reaction of it, squirming in his arms to try and turn himself a little more. Let him see your big pretty face, you buff man. His imagination is going wild trying to think of what they got up to.
Literally every thought is of him railing Beowulf, for the record. )
You seem in high spirits... Does your head not hurt? Do those muscles of yours keep you from getting a hangover?
[But he's not going to stop talking. Maybe it'll help make it seem completely benign to just. Touch someone's nose. It's absurd, but that's kind of charming in it's own way?]
And being penalized can mean any number of things when it comes to games. The person penalized is often the "loser" of the game, and they can be forced to obey the winner, or they can lose a large chunk of their money. If they don't have any money to give they might instead have to indulge "favours" instead. Though... I don't think there's anything too absurd from losing this game in particular, if memory serves me right. It's only four rounds, so once we both go four times, we're done.
Yeah, well. If nobody had saved me back then, I wouldn't be here fighting for my life yet again.
[ she's never sounded so drier at that. there's more to it of course, but the last thing she wants is to traumadump on yet another AK boy.........
ahem. anyway. ]
Third one... I won't lie, I'm scraping the bottom of the barrel here. There are things that I'm not legally allowed to tell you right now. [ hmm. ] Oh. Sometimes I think that if I hit a broken object hard enough, it might start working again. That's weird enough, right?
[ and this is exactly why they should drop the topic while they're ahead! but that's not important right now, not when the woman before transforms into a doglike creature with barely any effort at all.
ishmael sits there, mouth slightly agape. usually it hurts whenever she and her fellow sinners corrode and take on forms more monstrous and otherworldly than the last, but this one... isn't. it's a far cry from heathcliff, who couldn't take the abuse he'd gone through in wuthering heights anymore.
she reaches a hesitant hand out, and without thinking she places her palm on red's head and strokes the fur there. is she going to bite? ishmael's got nothing to lose anyway. ]
[Well, it's not so ticklish as much as just... Weird. Weird enough to make him laugh, pulling away so that he can hide it behind his hand.]
I think that covers your end of the roll. It's not so bad, right?
[There! Nothing too weird, right? Though judging by the red flush on his partners face, he hopes that his roll won't be too rough for her. He'll grab the dice from where they've landed, giving them a shake in his hands a few times before letting them loose to roll...
Lick Mouth command the dice.
Well. They are dirty dice for a reason, huh? Still, he can't help but give a nervous, sheepish sort of smile in apology. He's jinxed it.]
[ What a nice man. They were larger than Kabru, and that helps a lot in weighting Kabru down and stopping him from floating again. It does feel like he's being a bother, but Kabru is also the type to shamelessly solicit help from others if he needs it. It isn't like Jae Ha seems to mind. ]
Kabru. Thanks a lot for your help. This is working well so far, [ Though it looks like Jae Ha is about to lecture Kabru about something, with the way they are standing. ] but ... if we needed to move around, it would be probably be a bit difficult.
[ Do they just crab walk and look insane doing so? ]
[ooc: Peter is 20 and CRAU from Duplicity. if you do *not* want smut content with him, let me know that, pls]
Game Rooms
DIRTY DICE: EVEN DIRTIER
Peter remembers playing this here before - at least, he thinks he does. Don't ask him what he ended up doing, that part he definitely won't remember at all. However, he's down to play again.
He takes a seat at a table to sit and roll the pair of dice. He gives the set of numbers a look and... well, yeah, he can do that. No problem.
He looks up at his gaming companion and asks, "Are you okay if I..."
[ here's what i rolled for Peter's 4 potential acts - 01: (12) grind on (2) thigh 02: (10) bite (8) ear 03: (7) fondle (3) chest 04: (4) suck (10) genitals ]
SEX TOY ROULETTE
Really, Peter should know better than to try his hand at these things. His luck is awful. (He only manages big payouts after having to do some sort of sex-related activity.) But, maybe he'll just land on an 'instant win' space.
He reaches to the wheel and gives it a hearty spin, then stands back to wait. It looks like it might roll to a stop on an insta-prize space, but, no such luck. It skims along with just enough momentum that Peter is awarded: BONDAGE TAPE.
Honestly, he's not too upset with this prize. He likes bondage. And he's pretty sure he can find somene who wants to tie him up, right?
While he won't be running around shouting for someone to tie him up, he will potentially bring it up in conversation, with various levels of potential ideas depending on the vibe he gets from whomever he's talking - from binding his hands and working a handjob into the mix all the way to strapping him down so he's nearly immobile and entirely subject to the whims of his partner.
1 or 11
Peter approaches the fancy sign-having door and, without even giving it more thought, steps through, into the room. He selects one of the cards (A♦). Submissive. It's a role he's familiar with. And he's actually relieved he didn't get the Dominant role - it stresses him out.
And so, he behaves according to his assigned designation - and boy does that bring back memories. Though, at least here he wasn't forced into it. It was chosen. At random. From one of four cards. Right? There wasn't a magician style card-force, was there? Guess he'll find out should he leave and re-enter.
For the moment, he finds somewhere to lounge and look submissive and friendly and, maybe, willing.
Exclusive Lounges
HIGH ROLLER CLUB
Peter has no idea how he got into this room. Someone bumped into him and now he's here and he got swept up in a crowd of gamblers shuffling toward one of the tables. He knows he doesn't have nearly enough chips to bet on more than one or two hands in here. High roller he is not. He can't even pretend to be. More than that, he's not a great gambler (remember that terrible luck of his?). He wants to leave, but thinks he'll be even more suspicious if he doesn't even play a hand. He's fortunate to be at one of the lower end of the high roller tables, so doesn't have to entirely lose his chips.
After he loses that hand, and the large (to him) sum of chips, he's ready to push away from the table under the guise of going to do something else, but hears something and he may need it repeated for it to filter through, but he's sure he heard someone offering him chips in exchange for sex as a means to keep him at the table. They want him to stick around and lose that badly?
Wildcard
[ooc: other ideas - general or from some of the other parts of the TDM - hit me up or drop a starter.]
[ it really is hard being the straightwoman of the group, isn't it? (the joke here is that they're both gay)
she blinks at the dice results, the color draining from her face. what's worse than putting your fingers in someone's mouth? have them bite your boobs, apparently. but wait, maybe the former's worse out of context...
all she can do now is heave out a longer, drier sigh. this may as well just happen, she thinks. wordlessly, she begins unbuttoning the front of her dress shirt. everyone around them has gotten to their point in games where partial nudity is unavoidable, so it only makes sense that they'd get there as well. ]
Guess I spoke too soon. [ she can still quip about their circumstances, at least. luckily her bra unhooks at the front, so she fiddles with that and lo and behold - her freckled chest. her breasts are neither too big nor too small on her, and her abdomen is covered in an assortment of fading scars from years of fighting for her life out there.
... just exposing her chest like this is making her go red in the face, and she looks away. dammit. ]
(is this how they're supposed to get to know one another? suddenly the two straight (heh) women of their respective groups play chicken with sexual tension and vibes as it goes on? well, it's not like texas isn't into biting her partners. she would happily mark one up if they let her go that far, but she's not looking to do that here. the comment on god hating them aside, she's started saying these things lately thanks to certain other players. texas is....blasphemous enough, anyway. she holds no belief in heaven or hell, but she did seem to realize that was their comfort.
she rather say that god hates them instead of saying the house did, the house hates everyone and has made her a target in particular. or that's what it feels like lately. that she's a bigger target for existing. but, she was quiet, thinking more whenever she blinks slow and catlike (funny, because she's a canine) at the reveal of those scars. freckled chest and faded scars. texas for a moment looks sympathetic. she has her own, too many, admittedly. prized daughter of a familiga, killer of her father....runaway lone wolf and so much more that this reminds her of.
ha. what a load of bullshit everything back then was, she still feels angry about it. she would never stop feeling angry, but she's calm and understanding about the embarrassment. texas by now has had her shame going further out the window thanks to her near six-month stay at the hellhole that is the golden peacock.) I'll make this quick. (that's all she can do, aside from glaring at anyone that so much as dares as look over there more for ishmael's sake. you know, she did consider, did she even get her name?
no. she hasn't, but she can worry about that after this whenever she comes in close, then picks out a spot along her chest to bite into slowly. not enough to draw blood, but enough to leave a mark. she's even considerate enough to ensure that it wasn't anywhere too sensitive on her breasts.
nobody wants to deal with an angry partner screaming because someone bit their boob that hard on a sensitive area.)
[ When she spots Jiaoqiu loitering near the entrance of the High Class Oasis, the first thing Feixiao thinks is that her friend and aide has made a mistake. His ruined eyes, after all, won't see the signage declaring it a private location for upper ranks only. And where a mistake might not be a terrible thing back in places more civilized than this, she's heard from the little poking around she's done since waking up in that car that the punishments the House doles out to its fellows is far from pleasant.
(Or is that entirely too pleasant? She supposes that, like anything else, it's simply a matter of perspective, in the same way this accursed dress can be both beautiful and the most uncomfortable thing she's ever worn.)
At any rate, she's quick to make her way to his side. There's a vague thought that occurs to her, one that says he may—unlike her—possess a rank high enough for the place after all, but one, his demeanor even at a distance makes her doubt that, and two, she's already moving. And she's halfway reached out her arm in fact when his suddenly loops through hers, tugging her to the side and away from the sight of the door, and Feixiao sighs, because this foolish, foolish man— ]
Doc Jiao, [ she says, her voice low and lit with a strange mix of amusement and concern, ] are you trying to break into places where you shouldn't be?
[ don't talk to her about efficiency bich she's the most efficient person she knows 💢
which is why she's kind of mad that the woman before her is right. this is a more efficient way of doing this, and the faster either of them can get to four wins, the better. just wish the dice is kinder to ishmael in particular, but then again, life has yet to go her way so far. not even the beautiful cuntress before her can make it more enticing for her what with being talked down and all :/
and so! she's not even going to answer that!! with words, at least. instead, she's going to wordlessly hold coquelic by the cheek and crush her lips against the other woman's, her tongue already demanding entry into her mouth. while it's true that she's kissed someone before, it's nothing this heated -- but ishmael can never let her find out. not that her inexperience won't show in her clumsy movements anyway. ]
[Maybe more than his issues understanding the difference between sex and intimacy his issue is separating lust from something deeper. There's certainly an attraction there, the man is gorgeous, but the ways in which that makes Rude want to be closer to him are not strictly sexual. That could be his problem.
It'll take him some time to actively diagnose what he'll need to work on here, but he plans to do it without getting hurt if he can manage.]
Then I won't trust you, but I'll remember what you've said today and think about how other people might see things. [He rests his hands under Aventurine's thighs to slide under his ass, squeezing idly as he processes everything, eventually standing up, but still leaning into him.] I'll try to be professional about it. No promises though.
[ Feixiao has never really been one to struggle overly long with the trauma that morning brings. A few moments to blink and groan and she's out of bed, whisking around the bedroom at the speed of knots to clean things up before getting started on her daily exercise regime. Compared to the famous Dozing General, her mornings are active and full, and she's been known to get a day's worth of things done before lunchtime.
Of course, the same is not always true of her mornings when she's been drinking the night before—and this morning is one such morning.
She tried, at first, to avoid the alcohol that the House plied them with. This place is unfamiliar, and even an all-powerful, worry-lacking Arbiter-General has to take some caution—but as the night wore on and her concerns ebbed to the background... well, she couldn't help herself, could she?
No one has ever said Feixiao holds her liquor well.
In the end, she blinks to consciousness only a few moments before Jing Yuan, stretching her limbs one after the other as she yawns. She has no idea where she is, only that she's (also) entirely nude, modesty protected only by the same down blankets that protect his.
He speaks, and her gaze shifts, head tilts in curiosity. ]
Well. Far be it for me to call you the strangest bedfellow I've had...
[It's not that he's getting off on fighting with Reno. It's more like..he can't help how his body responds to Reno, and the heightened emotions of the moment aren't helping anything. Maybe he should just do it, give Reno what he wants so he can stop asking for it, and so he himself can stop wondering about what it might have felt like last night.]
I'm not letting go until you take it back. [He's serious about that part, even as he positions himself so that his cock presses between his partner's cheeks. It's easier to be shameless when Reno isn't looking at him.]
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