【 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.
[ Don't worry. Beowulf completely falls for the fake virgin act. He better be careful! This person might be delicate. Wow, this little fella isn't chicken at all, huh? Of course, Beowulf clenches his thigh as Kabru touches him, immensely proud of his physique. He barks out some laughter. ]
That's what years of training get ya, babydoll! Can't Savate kick with style if you've got little turkey legs. What's your name?
[ His turn. He catches the dice and rattles them in his humongous hands, blowing in the crook of his thumb for good luck. With a toss, he leans forward to read the result. ]
Mr. Jiaoqiu, it's good to meet you. My name is Sunday.
[His own introduction is formal, though also lacking titles, primarily because he no longer possesses any — a strangely freeing realization. He anticipated it would be like this as soon as he disembarked from Penacony; to experience it in practice is something else completely.]
I don't mean to be rude by asking, but are you Foxian? I only ask because you are the first I've seen here, which I find rather unusual given the sheer number of guests at this resort.
[There were plenty of Foxian even in the dreamscape, many of which counted themselves among the trade market.]
Then again, I suppose our attendance is... unwilling.
[ Yeah, okay. She's definitely a lot like some of the less-than-pleasant women back home. She kind of has the same attitude which that creepy nurse had? Though, Valentine actually has a bust. Sorry, Panty.
He rakes a hand through his hair and shakes it out, puffing up with pride. ]
I'm a celebrity! 'Course I do. Though, I'm strapped for cash since coming here, I guess. You ended up without your belongings too, didn't you? Me too.
[ WHERE THE FUCK IS HIS STEEL CHAIR, HE MISSES IT. ]
Dude, I'm aching... whatever we did was... pretty nice...
[ the way beowulf holds him encourages him to let his own hands roam slowly, almost sleepily along the other's body—sweeping along shoulders and down again to rest along the swell of his chest.
the true answer to that is he's still drowsy from the deep rest, but he likes being wanted, wants to reflect it so the person with him knows it's mutual. just because this place makes them all start out as strangers doesn't mean you can't put someone on the right foot.
so he thinks on that, knows it could be flirtatious just as well, that they could simply go at it—and he wouldn't mind even if his body certainly would. he tilts his head and rests it against the line of his shoulder, breath warm on beowulf's neck. ]
Mmm... a really hot shower sounds so good, though... [ an idle sweep of the pad of his thumb over the other's nipple. ] —but are you the kind of guy that would remember me after something as simple as that?
[ Troy noticed the people who started floating as an effect of the champagne. His experience with otherworlds makes him refrain from consuming anything first, and he feels validated when suddenly a group of people started turning into balloons. Troy didn't laugh at their plight but quietly helped the nearest ones to him, using his height and long reach to pull the affected individuals down. Kabru floated opposite of where he is, so Troy took a minute to get to him. Some people probably already got to Kabru, he thought, but apparently not as Troy notices the effect starting to fade on the smaller man.
With a friendly expression, Troy opens his arms and catches Kabru as he falls. ]
Don't worry. I got you.
[ He says softly, his words as if he just rescued someone from serious danger, but his demeanor remains placid ]
Thought some other helpful soul might have gotten to you already. Sorry if I'm late.
[Now isn't that interesting. Akechi notices the anger tensing up in Akira, because he's drawn to it. What is he angry about, Akechi wonders. On his behalf? Unlikely. Why would anyone.
Ah. He gives a sigh of relief, glad he doesn't have to explain it, and glad he doesn't have to explain Yusuke being here.]
And yet you still look like you've seen a ghost. Did Kitagawa not mention me? I'm hurt.
[...Oh. Right. He stares flatly at Akira, and then sighs and offers his arm.]
[ He'd deliberately chosen a corner table as far away as possible from the action, hunched over and angled away from the game table, busying himself with his Watch to (hopefully) ward people off. But too bad that has his limits. When a beaming staff member guides someone into the seat across from him, Fuuta looks up with a small click of the tongue, before grudgingly settling into his seat.
It's not like he wants to play these stupid games, but after so many hours stuck in this madhouse of a party, the last thing he wants to do is kick up enough of a fuss that the staff members come flocking over to chirp at him until he participates. ]
Sure. [ So he leans forward to pick the table off the dice. Though, as he rattles them in his hand, he can't resist throwing out a shitty comment: ] You know whoever goes first has an advantage, right? Technically.
[ Even if he doesn't want to play this game, that doesn't mean he wants to lose, either. So thanks for letting him take the advantage, guy. With that said, he sends the dice skittering across the table until they roll to a halt -- 'PINCH' 'EAR'. ]
[ Troy, also wearing the new-arrival-issued robe, steps out of the car that Raziel was looking at. But not before lowering the car window where their faces ended up half a foot apart, all because he thought it would be funny. While he wasn't laughing beyond a small chuckle, Troy finds himself standing outside of the car ]
Y'know, there was a short time there were things like these with propellers. It s back where I'm from. Glad it didn't pan out, thing was loud as hell.
[ Troy stands near the car, arms crossed as his attention is halved; listening to commotion of other guests and valet workers a few steps away, and speaking to this curious girl. ]
[oh, Akechi. IF ONLY HE KNEW EXACTLY HOW MAD ON HIS BEHALF AKIRA WAS. . . about so many things, not just the stupid marks that people are cursed with upon arrival to this resort]
[he leans across the table, carefully taking Akechi's upper arm in his grasp and lifting it so he can. . . sniff an elbow, I guess. it's truly fucking bizarre. what does detective smell like?? he isn't lingering too long, but he is taking mental stock of whatever scents he picks up]
[once the task is complete, he leans back in his chair again and slides the dice towards his opponent]
He didn't. But to be fair, he seemed— [. . . ah, his anger is flaring again just thinking about it. focus, Kurusu]
. . . he seemed like he needed a pick-me-up. [to put it mildly] And he was probably too distracted to think about it.
[ getting an ace of diamonds makes the tattoo at the base of his spine tingle unpleasantly—maybe a reminiscence of the last time the house has tampered with his mark. there's no influence at least, just instructions, but he's wary after the house has been dozing away the month prior, like it's just been waiting to spring something on them.
apparently that something is new comers. so it doesn't surprise him when he steps inside and sees someone he doesn't know—approaching curiously. ]
... Do I get to know you back?
[ the low undercurrent of his essence flickers a little bit—the nature of this place always makes it twitch like a living thing under his skin, sweet and buzzing. ]
[ Sometimes the quieter places are worse. So Genya discovers once again after 48 hours of being trapped in this hellscape of casino lights; trying to find respite from the party ends up with him muddling around Lovers’ Hideaway with a card pinned to his shirt. Ace of Hearts, putting him in a role that he is woefully inexperienced with.
The staff are hawkishly watching and the prickle of his sixth sense tells him that they’re going to set him up if he doesn’t find a partner soon. Better he select someone that isn’t offensive than end up saddled with a random staff pick.
So, hands shoved into his pockets and expression set into terrifying scowl (he’s nervous), Genya approaches a man who is altogether too pretty to exist but gives off a gentle air. All based off of first appearances, of course. ]
… hey. You wanna pair up?
[ Even if he gets laughed at and rejected, at least he tried… ]
[ His skin is tight, the dips and rounds of each muscle felt beneath Eiden's hands. He loves it when people do this and touch him freely; it really is a form of body appreciation and he's proud of his physique; he's worked hard to have this kind of body, and he still maintains it because he is trying to come out of retirement and make a comeback for, well.. bombing his career in a way. However, whatever is going on in this casino is a nice distraction; he was in a lonely place right before arriving here. Eiden probably notices that he's got a lot of body hair, too, most of it along his chest and down his abdomen, but his arms are pretty dark with hair too.
Maybe people are usually alarmed when they arrive here, but for him, it's the opposite. He's been dying to experience all of this again. Anyway, porque no los dos? ]
What? Of course I am! I'm sober now, there's a difference. [ he.. he thinks.. ] How 'bout this. We have some fun in the shower. You like stuff like that?
[ His own hands explore, loosening his hold from Eiden and sliding down both of his sides, curving around his hips to give his ass a curious squeeze. Oh. He does remember how this felt. ]
[ He'd been shepherded over to the table by an overzealous staff member, grumbling and griping and visibly dragging his feet, and even after he's been (forcibly) plonked down into his seat with an obnoxiously cheery chirp of, 'Have a fun time!' Fuuta wastes a few seconds shooting the staff member's back a dirty look. Only when they've melted back into the crowd, he gives an overdramatic sigh as he looks across the table at his 'game partner.'
Sorry Edelgard, maybe this is squelching whatever you hopes you have of this game being as meaningful as the first time around ... ]
Yeah, I guess. [ At least Fuuta seems resigned to cooperating now, hunching forward to rest his elbows on the tabletop. ] ... though you know, you don't gotta treat this like such a serious deal. [ He's referring to her impeccable posture. ] It's just a dumb game. You can go first if you want.
[ Troy had been awake not long before her, giving him a head-start in assessing their situation. This isn't so different to a lot of supernatural tricksters' idea of a prank, ending up in a different world, but this feels a little more than that to him. Seeing Mel on the other side of the limousine, Troy left her alone and focused most of his attention outside of the car from where he sits inside. Covered in nothing but the provided robe, Troy isn't certain if going outside will cause trouble or not. Closing his eyes for a moment to think, and before he could decide to risk it, Mel wakes up. ]
Morning to you too.
[ He replies casually, cracking one eye open, not even sure if it's morning either. ]
It's really jammed in there. I tried.
[ He conveys with a sigh. Admittedly, he didn't try hard enough, not wanting to make noise and wake Mel up. ]
[ It's less that he's 'checking the games out' and more that one of the staff members caught him trying to sneak out and forcibly marched him back onto the casino floor, but either way, here he is! Fuuta just gives a weary huff as he looks from Gregor, to the cards, then back again with brow furrowed. ]
... sure. I guess this one looks fine.
[ Which is to say, 'at least it's not that sex toy mess going on over there.' ]
Weirdly far more embarrassing than if the dice had given them something blatantly sexual instead. Something about the subtly teasing nature of it has Broca looking slightly out of sorts by the end, making a quiet but uncertain sound in response to the thanks, and picking up the dice as his ears twist to the sides slightly.
Stupid, but tolerable. It's still not the worst thing offered here.
Speaking of stupid, the next roll isn't going to be much better: slap neck.
Broca looks up uncertainly at Nehan, and while the gaudy suit some attendee or other shuffled him into his covering his body completely, it's still clear the stiff fabric around his bicep is straining against the seams each time he moves in a way that causes an involuntary flex, so... ]
[Maybe back home, Akira could've smelled some kind of fancy cologne, or the gentle warmth of coffee, or even a hint of blood. But here, it's nothing but the soft scent of whatever generic laundry detergent he's been using.
It's strange. As if this place has worn down some of his edges.]
Ah. Well, I'm sure he was still overjoyed to see you. [Perhaps not, but. Akechi's not sure how he feels about Joker being stuck here, either. This place has taken so much from him, and he's not sure he could tolerate seeing it take from Akira.]
[ And that 'pleasant and happy to be here' vibe is probably exactly why the staff members cheerfully drag over one of the resort's problem guests to plonk them down in the seat across from him. Fuuta already looks tired and ornery, and his expression only crumples further as the staff member treats him to a round of saccharine chiding: 'We can't have you leaving before we've made sure you've had a good time! You just have to try this one out! You're sure to have a good time!'
Fuuta deliberately cranes around in his chair to shoot the staff members the stink-eye as they leave, but otherwise seems to be resigned to his fate; he sighs as he settles properly into the chair, then slouches to brace his elbows against the tabletop as he looks his 'game partner' over. ... well, at least the guy seems calm enough, even if he looks a little weird. ]
Well. I guess we're playing this. [ Pointing at the dice: ] You wanna go first, or should I.
[ ooc ; Totally okay with nsfw options, or just keeping this to silly/sfw rolls if preferred! ]
[hnngh. . . he doesn't like that, either!! coffee is what he had been expecting, and its absence feels. . . almost wrong. like something that should be there just isn't anymore]
[. . .]
Aha. I actually don't think he was.
[he thinks back to how quickly emotional Yusuke had become at the mere thought of being able to destroy whatever entity was responsible for this place. he wonders if Akechi would be the same]
Your turn to roll. [he taps the dice] . . . but only if you want.
[ it Is a nice ass—plush with just enough give but a little muscle to it. he does like the hair, fingers following the grain of it in continuous exploration. lips pressing slowly to his, he hums into a kiss that lingers before he finally pulls his head away. the necklace around his throat presses between the two of them, and eiden can feel the sleepy dregs of his own essence surfacing traitorously with the proximity. ]
I'd be down for that. All of that, in fact...
[ a hot shower, some fun, those hands in memorable form besides the bruises and designs of fun from last night—it's all good to him. his hands don't stop passing over the hair over his skin, up along areas he hasn't touched yet this morning—the muscled shelf of his hip or the line of his waist, thumbing at ribs and letting fingers splay along his back. ]
You're pretty calm for a guy who just landed here... kinda surprising.
[He has a point there... it's clear that he's not the only one that's fallen for the champagne, especially since various guests are taking them without much of a thought. Still, even while acknowledging all that, Scott can't stop himself from frowning because he's a X-Man. Doesn't that mean he's supposed to be more careful and everything?
Granted, he's already done a lot of things in this place that isn't really 'respectable leader' behavior. He's just thinking more about it for once, that reckless mumbling in the back of his head a little quieter right now. Probably won't last long. It's been so hard to control himself in this place, something that he blames on the 'suit' crap and not because he's still so inexperienced and young--]
You didn't take a sip. [Scott points out, squinting at him from behind his glasses.] So, you're not going to, right? Actually, shouldn't we stop these people from drinking the champagne?
[Time to just run around the place slapping champagne out of everyone's hands!!]
[ the grip is indeed a surprise, something that registers briefly in marco's radar — but dismissed for the moment as he refocuses his attention on the matter at hand. after all, it would not be the first time he's met someone of her stature who could very easily hand him his ass, but admittedly it has been some time since he's come across another who would.
at the very least, he's glad to know that even if he hadn't been around to help her, she would have easily pulled herself down had she been able to grab onto some piece of furniture along the way. ]
Yes, of course—
[ he adjusts his own position, angling himself so that he might be able to reach out and snag her ankle with his free hand. ]
Excuse me, [ he says, rather unnecessarily considering it'd been her suggestion, but it still feels quite wrong to manhandle a young woman, especially one struggling to retain what dignity she can given the circumstances. ]
There — an empty chair. We can try to guide you down that first, then aim for the ground after?
[ slowly, he starts to steer her towards the abandoned seat.... ]
Or it might be, if Gen wasn't doing his best to flail and claw his way out of Jae Ha's arms like he's an angry cat ungrateful for being rescued from a tree. Hell, he's even grabbing back onto that pillar to try to pull himself away from Jae Ha right now. ]
[The warmth radiating through his gloves is intriguing, and catches Rin's attention immediately. In fact she almost brings it up... however Karna's unsexy draw of his tongue up her leg steals her attention. Really? He's just going to... do that? No preamble, no lead up, no prep?
It almost feels as clinical as a Lick Thigh can possibly be. How in the world does this man expect to survive here?]
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