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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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[Reno might still be a little sore, but fuck it, if he can't ignore the light sting it causes in favor of the pleasure of getting filled and spread by Rude, and he'll even be able to remember it!
That is, until Rude pulls out again and leaves Reno writhing for more.]
What ..?! What do you mean you can't? You can't stop now?! Fuck, Rude's get back into me right now .. fuck, please, Rude!
[He has gotten a taste, and now he wants more, his body arching, ass lifting to push against Rude and search for the delicious feeling that's gone so suddenly as it came.]
[ goodbye her beautiful dream cake, hello cold hard floor
which is what she hits with a yelp once all that orange hair's tugged out from underneath her and she goes tumbling. at least she's awake now. ]
Wh—Hey! Fine, fine, I'll get up now. You didn't have to—
[ she freezes as soon as she sees that the being in the room with her is not madame crabaletta but instead an unfamiliar woman. what (expletive removed). ]
Who....who are you? And how did you get into my room?
[ Unfamiliar with parties like this though she may be, her smile in the face of a stranger is warm and friendly, and to the woman's question, she nods, lifting her champagne flute in greeting. ]
Well, I definitely am! I wouldn't have guessed you are; you seem to fit in kinda perfectly, to tell you the truth.
[ A strange assumption to make, perhaps, but she's honest about it at the very least. ]
Buuut... I don't exactly come from a place famous for parties, let alone extravagant ones like these. So, you know, maybe that's just my inexperience showing.
[ A light laugh as she shakes her head. ]
Anyway, my name's Aerith. It's nice to meet you—and you said that you're new too?
[This whole situation is going to end in such an embarrassing way, and he feels like there's nothing he can do to stop it. Either he does what he wants to do and end up on Reno's list of underwhelming lays, or he'll refuse and just piss his partner off even more. Maybe the latter is the right play.]
I am telling you it feels too good! I can't.
[Rude argues, but Reno pushes back and he slides right back in, groaning in despair because he can't bring himself not to thrust into the redhead. It takes every bit of resolve he has not to immediately nut inside his partner, so he just stays fully buried in him, chest against his back, face resting against the back of his head, embarrassed.]
How am I supposed to last.. [He accidentally says out loud. It's never been an issue before, but naturally it would happen the one time he finally gets to do it with Reno.]
[Reno gasps out when Rude fills him again and this time he even moves, making Reno almost yelp with how good it feels, and damn, he's gotten this yesterday and he has seriously forgotten about this?? He will forever hate his brain for doing this!
He wants to push against Rude, wants to feel him as deep as possible, but then ...]
What do ya mean ..? Too good?
[He tries to lift his head enough to catch a glimpse of Rude, one hand sneaking up to brush against his partner's cheek, then coming to rest against the back of his shaved head.]
Just take it slow. I'm not judging. I just wanna feel ya, Rude.
[ it's fortunate, how things work out — just seconds before aerith should find herself dumped into marco's lap, he had had the sudden urge to grab a seat. it was a strange urge, and stranger still to given into; it wasn't as if he were particularly tired, and even so he wouldn't have chosen such a spot to linger, out here in the open like this. but no sooner than his butt has touched the wood of the chair did he find himself with a sudden armful of pink and lace. ]
I'm—!
[ an apology catches in his throat, cut off by her peal of laughter. it's a light, airy sound, and feels so decidedly foreign in his life all the chit-chat clamoring around them. he finds himself struck speechless for a handful of seconds... before his expression (and the rest of his body) eventually relaxes. ]
Are you alright? That looked like quite the fall.
aerith focusing on all the things that don't matter
[ Admittedly, Aerith was so busy paying attention to the issues inherent in her situation that she didn't entirely notice exactly who it actually is in the car with her. It doesn't help that he's shrouded in the dim lighting, either. In fact, she gets as far as asking her question and hearing his response before it actually clicks, his voice more than anything else signalling to whom she's talking.
Admittedly, she's a little relieved.
She smiles up at him, the expression touching on sympathetic when he blinks under the light. ]
I was gonna say I didn't think so, but... [ A small shrug. It's concerning, sure, but at least she's with someone she knows, so... ]
You look different, you know. Without your glasses.
[ it's definitely not that w can't endure this, even as the sensitivity of her body ramps up to an astonishing degree and she starts to feel the solid, electric pulses of the toy reverberating so deep inside her now aching cunt. obviously her body likes it. maybe too much.
she's been curious, sure, but she's never, ever made it here. panting, mindlessly rutting, her mind abuzz with the sensations, so fever-hot she's practically melting down texas's chest. if she were alone, she'd probably give up right here, horrified at how quickly her body needs and demands more, but it should be worse that she's not. she should hate that more.
texas's voice could be another vibration that she rides to wherever the fuck it is she's going. her skin is just as warm, and surprisingly soft too when w's stonelocked jaw brings her whole head down into a bow against it. the scent of her, the feeling of those strong shoulders beneath her clutching hands, they've turned enchanting in their own right when w wasn't paying attention. a part of her wishes she'd touched texas more before she demanded this.
as for those nails — never believe everything you've heard. w's nails are chewed to meager little stubs and largely harmless, even as they skitter frantically over texas's skin. the worst damage they do is to tangle in the hair at the base of her neck, pulling when w's body is wracking itself with heavy, sob-like breaths. ]
Don't you dare— [ her toothlessly rasped snarl is broken by a sharp gasp. ] — go easy on me.
[ it's maybe too late to start running her mouth about that; she's already trembling all over, her thighs doused and dripping from where the toy is spreading along her wetness. even through her panties. she really can't catch her breath suddenly, can't stop pulling harder and harder at texas's hair, and much as she loathes when her body does anything she hasn't commanded it to, there's no stopping this too-quick rising of tension between her thighs.
it feels too good and the sounds it's ripping from her are worse than mortifying. the bet was she couldn't scream, there weren't any other rules beyond that. flush-faced and spilling right over the edge, she can lean into all that inviting skin and suckle at texas's tit until her mouth's plugged full and come so hard it blacks out her vision. all this flesh is her one anchor while she drifts in and out.
turns out the screamy part comes after. texas neglected to mention that, not that there's any reason she should have. that sensitivity keeps climbing and her face crumples in something close to pain, her hips stuttering, automatically backing her off the toy no matter what an example she's trying to make here. if it feels like a defeat, w's finally too fucked out to care. ]
[ Awkward, but she can manage. Right? Her smile in her companion's direction is sympathetic—even if she can't full see her yet, buried under the covers as she is—and she reaches for the bag to open it, flicking quickly through its contents.
Her face turns pink.
...Well. Some of these things are very much not meant for helping with hangovers, but that's beside the point.
She's able, at the very least, to resurface with a water bottle and a packet of aspirin. She takes two of the pills for herself before recapping the bottle and sliding it and the packet under the covers, approximately where it looks like the other's head must be. ]
Here. This should help. As for the light... give me a moment, okay?
[ She slips out of the bed, trying to ignore the fact that she's completely naked, and crosses the room to close the blinds and dim the lights until they're no longer burning holes of pain into her eyes. ]
There.
[ And she'll cross back to the bed once more, sliding under the covers. Somehow, being naked seems like a lesser evil than the discomfort of that beautiful dress... ]
[ While less than thrilled with his own luck with the dice, Wade treats himself to a little light hazing. Alas, Kabru could host his own masterclass on tolerating Wade's bullshit, because he gives no outer appearance of being annoyed. But don't worry -- the night's still young!
Wade leans in to peer down at the dice along with Kabru, and his brown eyes light up. ]
Now we're talking! [ Laughter bubbles out of him as he shakes his head. ] Another guy? Fuck no! Pucker up, babygirl!
[ Fishing a hand into his pocket, he sprays something minty into his mouth. Alas, he has no lip balm, so he can't roll out the red carpet entirely, but clearly Wade is a huge fan of kissing, even with complete strangers. ]
How you wanna do this -- 'first date' peck or high school make-out? I'm fine with tongue.
[Charlie's shoulder dips beneath the girl's hand, adjusting to the sensation of being steadied. A shift that guides farther into her - onlookers may even be convinced they're witnessing a tender moment.
As heat rushes over Charlie's ear, his bottom lip curls beneath his teeth. His eyelids lilt, the only expression of a sigh his breathless body offers. Tepid skin and cold blood both give him a reason to savor the warmth of a living body, even in small measure.
He's in no rush to move on, but he will raise his hand lazily to scoop the dice from the table. Dropping them without working them over in his palm, soft clacking reveals " finger chest. "
Now that one is odd.
When his partner pulls back, Charlie shifts to make himself more comfortable - propped on an elbow - in her space at the table.] That was nice, you know.
This one? [He tilts his head towards the dice.] I don't know how nice I can make it. [Raising a finger between them, Charlie looks from the digit to the girl with a small frown and shrug.]
[ Aerith's attention is so set on the enormity of everything that she hasn't stopped to take in the specifics. There's food, and there's drink, and there's so many people, and she recognizes these things in the collective whole, not really stopping to admire them for their individuality just yet.
It's strange, like an out of body experience—kept in body only by the constant discomfort of this stupid dress.
In a way, then, she's glad when Rufus draws his attention to her by commenting on the spread of foods, because it gives her something on which to focus, even if—
Well. They've never exactly been friends, have they. ]
Rufus.
[ Her voice makes a statement of surprise, with no inherent positivity or negativity attached to it. On one hand, she's quite sure that any discussion between the two of them will never be anything but awkward, based on their shared history. But on the other... well. When it comes down to it, at least for now it doesn't matter where they are and what their relationship is back on Gaia, does it?
Right now, she's a fish out of water, and it sounds like he's offering help. ]
The fruit gelée?
[ Her head tilts, and she's about to ask "what's wrong with it?"—but then he goes on, and her brows raise. Surely he's not implying... ]
I'm sorry, are you saying it's laced with something?
[Troy's initial claim is met with a broadening smile. The fanned playing cards slide back into a uniform deck. He cuts the deck into two stacks before he goes about another shift of shuffling. The collision of cards filling his ears as he ponders the ace of spades before his eyes.
The compliment helps to stoke the spark behind Baptiste's eyes. Too bad it came with a brand new realization:] A veteran... I guess, in a way, you're not wrong. [He's outlasted his fair share now, hasn't he? Yet he's still.... here. The irritation with that sentiment settles in his hands. Fingers grip his cards tighter. Baptiste works the tension out by cutting the deck into smaller piles - shifting the cards in his hands.
Focus, Baptiste. Back to flirting, right? He's already shown off his own Ace of Clubs so...
The blonde man plucks the first card off of the shuffled deck before turning it around to show the man taller man. He flashes a matching Ace of Spades towards Troy.]
Seems I've had my eye on you too, hm? [Baptiste drops the cards of his own personal deck - happy to leave them a mess for the staff to pick-up. As his red backed cards collide with the ground and spread into a mess on the floor, he steps closer. He doesn't make any grabs at the larger man's waist or hips - though a keen eye might pick up that he does have to stop himself from the more 'aggressive' behavior. Instead he adjusts, sliding his fingers down the other's sides as he looks upward.] Maybe I want to see just how well you're handling it all, eh?
[ He does notice when her gaze falls on his Vision, wondering if she might find it familiar—or simply intriguing. There were a few people in here who held such an interest in strange baubles as this. ]
Likewise, Arlecchino. Heh, I certainly hope I haven’t botched the pronunciation too badly.
[ You people and your overly complicated names… Honestly, hers reminds him of Pinocchio’s and how funny that sounds to him as well. Too many unfamiliar syllables, crashing into each other like jangling coins. ]
[ That’s totally plausible— he has no issues getting railed if that is what makes his partner most happy.
He allows Esikko to squirm and turn around better in his arms, still looking bright eyed and bushy tailed despite the fact that, yeah, he feels like he got hit by a bus. ]
Oh yeah, I feel like shit, not gonna lie. But that has never stopped me from having my spirits high. Even if things hurt, you gotta keep up a front, you know? I don’t get paid to complain, I get paid to be in the spotlight!
[ so yeah, wrestling is a bit of acting, a bit of sport. ]
I’m just happy to be at a place like this!
[ it’s been killing him, sitting at his messy home and downing packs of beer.. he’s already lived this lifestyle before and he’s missed it! ]
[When Mel stands, Baptiste slowly pulls himself up from the pillows he'd smashed himself in. Hands go up instinctively to rub at his face - fingers working to smooth out one of the smashed curls to his moustache. It gives it a little bit of life - though without a mirror it's just as lopsided as the smile he offers while he takes the heated mug out of her hands.
The heat of the mug ushers a soothing heat through his palms and down his forearms. The rush of welcome sensation proves a welcome adversary to his head. His eyes glance to the bedside table before he glances to sift through the medications there.
One hand steadies the offered mug while the other digs through pill packaging.]
Hm, that is a great deal of logical deduction. [His tone is idle - eyes flickering over packages until he finds a pain killer. He holds it up with triumph once he finds it, smiling wide-
Then he looks to Mel and shares an appreciative nod. Baptiste is no stranger to the hangover headache, after all-] Though this place does love to hoodwink the logical types... and find any excuse to get people to meet in the nude.
[... Especially each time newcomers enter the picture. Their Host loves to flex its creativity in these sorts of chance meetings.]
[ Oblivious to Wei Wuxian's inner turmoil, Xue Yang continues diligently performing his task. Which, after a bit of introduction via a couple licks, involves appropriately sucking at the skin as instructed. It's not the sort of thing he's particularly into--Xue Yang isn't exactly one for foreplay--but there's something satisfying about getting those squirming reactions. So rather than just take a couple seconds and be done with it he spends a bit longer going back and forth between licking and sucking, drawing it out.
Finally he gets bored enough with doing so little that he pulls back, grin still on his face. There's the thought to escalate things but at least for the moment he has his eyes on the prize, and there's three more dice throws on his end to have fun with. ]
Your turn.
[ If his opponent thinks he has the nerve still after all that. ]
[ said "lucky bastard" is one, marco adriano, who is much slower to rouse from his sleep than reno had been. he's still blinking his way into consciousness when the redhead rolls over to face him, the soft words of his greeting settling over marco like a weighted blanket.
ah, his limbs ache, and his head is pounding. all evidence of a night spent too rough, and yet he's almost entirely certain he hadn't done anything out of the ordinary...
well. this would hardly be the first time the hotel has dumped him into another space in the middle of the night, so that much isn't really a surprise. neither is the nakedness, nor the stranger settled beside him.
not that it makes any of it any less awkward. ]
...Good morning.
[ slowly, he sits himself up on his elbows. most of his body still remains covered by the sheets, but enough has fallen that his bare chest and arms (littered with scars of varying sizes and age, as well as the very prominent spades symbol stamped over the left side of his chest) are visible. he squints at the "sunlight" filtering into the room. ]
Sorry, [ comes the instinctive response. ] I'll look away if you want to get up and get your bearings.
[If he finds a way out of this place, Bakugo will be right behind him (snarling about how he could've done it faster), but he has major doubts about anyone escaping beyond the wish or defeating the house. He tried a few times to escape through brute force; attempts were quickly quashed.]
Tch, it doesn't care about consent in some things.
[Like kidnapping and dumping people in here. Though on the other side, it's not very eager to encourage people forcing themselves on others and most of the time reluctantly gives the guests way out of its stupid events. If you're stubborn.
Bakugo indicates the floors and markings as Reno surveys them. The map's able to project itself in a 3D like this, or splay out on a surface in a 2D style. Something to note for later.]
Most are fixed, but a few can change. [The residential floors don't move. Basement floors, who the fuck knows. And the "entertainment" areas should be static, but Bakugo's heard of a few instances where they moved around for the hell of it.]
Every other month, the theme of the hotel changes. When I arrived, everything was a damn tropical island. In October, it looked like a fucking horror film.
[Right now, it's cold. He snorts in annoyance and amusement when Reno asks about the university.]
The university won't try to shove a dick in your face as often.
In a manner of speaking. They are given different names, of course - the adeptal arts, forbidden curses, shamanism - but in concept, they would all fall under the umbrella of what most would term 'magic'.
( and then there are visions and the gnoses, but those are so closely intertwined with the will of celestia and the heavenly principles that he cannot help but feel a familiar curl of contempt. )
But we appear to straying from the original path intended for us.
( with a gesture towards the house of cards. their game....even if he does find the current conversation far more scintillating. not often does he get the chance to learn about the nations outside of fontaine's borders - and even those of teyvat. )
[Scott is definitely not prepared for Kizuna's sudden attack, the mutant letting out a noise that's somewhere between a yell and a squeak when he suddenly rejoins him on the bed. The mattress bounces beneath their combined movement, one of Scott's arms flailing up to make sure that his glasses stay on his face because he doesn't want to accidentally blast this weirdo in the face.]
Aren't you supposed to be acting less drunk?!
[He's shouting, but there's twinge of embarrassment in Scott's voice to have Kizuna's arms wrapped around him and nearly hugging him. Geez, what's up with this guy?! He's so much???? But despite all his internal grumbling, Scott doesn't try to shove the man off him, at least not immediately. Look it's just too early in the morning to try and fight off someone that is strangely affectionate with him.
...It's a little nice, even if Scott wants to punt that part of himself into the stratosphere.]
( he watches her think and ponder, expression softening at the sheepish lilt to her words. hers may be a simple dream but that makes it no less valid. he has witnessed so many of the hopes and dreams of humans over the years, some grand and far-reaching, others limited to a single sphere of influence. and yet all had brought equal amounts of joy and sorrow into the lives of those who had dreamed them.
truly, the range of human desire and hope will always be astounding. )
There is no need for forgiveness. ( not when there has been no crime committed save for that of uncertainty. ) It sounds like a pleasant day indeed. Sometimes it is the simplest of acts that can bring forth the most joy.
( his own answer too would be simple, comprised of a few activities. )
[ hmm, she looks over at the space. this really is a small trunk... this guy really could have just suffocated to death in there if she hadn't just happened to be walking by... well! good thing that didn't happen, so they don't have to worry about that. ]
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