【 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.
[ Oh, he made him angry. How funny. Wei Wuxian's smile does not dissipate even as Fuuta looks justifiably annoyed with him for his attitude. He'll prop himself up on an elbow again, turning on his side to face Fuuta and watches as his finger taps the carpet before his eyes flick up to his face.
Right, right, introductions before interrogation. He gets it. ]
Wei Wuxian is my courtesy name, you're free to use it.
[ He's not expecting any recognition over his name so, thankfully that's a blessing. But right — ]
[ Wei Wuxian watches as Broca picks up the dice, as he tosses them carelessly down instead of rolling them carefully. It amuses him and he watches, anticipates, for the numbers that they'll land on. As it comes, he looks to the list and then back to Broca.
Kiss chest, huh? ]
Innocent enough. I don't mind opening my shirt if you need me to.
[ He doesn't mean it in a shameless way! Just, a practical way, really. ]
[ YEAH... WEI WUXIAN IS GOING TO ENJOY. As long as Jing Yuan keeps enjoying his pretty face too. But he continues to eat his congee, almost done with his bowl now, and listens to Jing Yuan's explanation patiently.
How interesting...! He thinks of the mythological figures and gods that he knows, how some of them aren't too far from reality either. An Aeon, it must be the most powerful thing in Jing Yuan's world. ]
Interesting. Is there one that embodies "death"?
[ Sorry, Jing Yuan, Wei Wuxian is going to be a little creepy now. ]
[ Ha. Ha. Ha. Wei Wuxian looks amused but in a wry way, rolling his eyes at the teasing. So, he's a monk now, for being open to having sex for no reason? Interesting juxtaposition. ]
Not nearly that selfless, no.
[ He chews casually on some bacon, eating a piece, getting halfway through another by the time Matoba is settled down on the bed again and asking after his abilities. For some reason, he doesn't want to tell Matoba what he can do, feels like he should keep it close to the chest. Even though that also feels kind of silly too — he's never hidden what he is, what he can do. A cultivator is too obvious to be anything but a cultivator. ]
Nothing to trade, no. But I'm not completely useless. Do you know what cultivation is?
[ He doesn't have to explain demonic cultivation, but cultivation itself should be fine. ]
[ It helps that Wei Wuxian is a hugger, so when Sizhui inevitably gets up the courage to ask for one, Wei Wuxian will absolutely deliver. He likes to hug, to touch, to hold. Sizhui is special to him and being able to hug him tight will be a treat.
He's already noticed too, the way Golden Peacock pushes for people here to do one thing and one thing only: have sex. He's always been fine with casual sex but this might be pushing it for even him. Welp, we'll see what happens.
He laughs at the correction though, nodding his head. ]
Right, right, the plants too.
[ And then he waits for the answer to his question, clocking the way Sizhui seems a little nervous to reveal it. He tries to keep his expression soft, friendly, so Sizhui's nerves don't get the best of him. He wants to know now, more than he did before. And when he finally gets the answer — ]
Oh.
[ A pause, he processes it for a moment. Then, questions. ]
[ Oh no. So is Wei Wuxian. Don't challenge him, he can't say no to a challenge. Though, he's well enough aware he couldn't take Beowulf in a physical fight. Which is why it's good they're doing something else physical instead.
But honestly, he doesn't have a reason not to do this, not to flirt and have fun and see where this goes. If it's just making out, that's fine. If it's sex, that's even better. Beowulf is attractive and energetic and has a good body. All things Wei Wuxian likes.
When he says his name though, there's a soft laugh from Wei Wuxian and then he offers — ]
Wei Ying is my birth name, if that's easier.
[ He's used to giving his courtesy name, keeping his birth name for those he's close to but. He thinks Beowulf would have an easier time with the "Ying" over the "Wuxian". But he likes the sound of Beowulf's voice, the deep timbre making him shiver and it's easy to undo the red ribbon keeping his hair up, letting it all fall down across his neck and shoulders. He looks a little more disheveled like that, face a little more boyish and cute.
His fingers remain curled in Beowulf's hair, lingering in his personal space and with a hum, he repeats — ]
Beowulf.
[ He sounds pleased while he says it, doesn't doubt it being Beowulf's name at all. Why would he? It sounds just as normal as anything else. For now, he'll lean forward into Beowulf's space, pressing a kiss to his nose and then lingering, inky black hair curtaining the two of them a little as he hovers over Beowulf's face.
Something he adores, huh? ]
I like men who know exactly where to touch.
[ And as he says this, fingers curl around one of Beowulf's wrists, dragging it down to rest on his waist. Wei Wuxian has a thin, snatched waist and a plump, full backside. A thing he knows his lovers tend to like about him the most. ]
[Wriothesley's outfit is a little shameless needless to say, though this was less his choosing and more that he happily agreed to the outfit presented to him by a close one. He's not exactly shy anyways.
This is not the first time he has seen Dan Heng's face, but he can also tell that the man shows no sign of familiarity with him. He easily rolls with it, of course, smiling easily.]
Sure, let's start. [His gaze softens.] Not to overstep, but... Take it easy though, won't you? I know this place can be a lot, so let's go at your pace. [Dan Heng's rigidness is very telling.] Maybe we'll even get a good laugh or two by the end of it, so let's enjoy ourselves as best we can.
[The look he gives Akira is both mischievous and hungry... but he files that away for later.
But he frowns at the dice, and doesn't move. It's acceptable, but Akira's also going to have to get past an intimidating glare to get this point. Just try it, buddy.
However, the question does distract him.] It would've been.... January, if I recall correctly. We had just rescued Yoshizawa from-- [He pauses, debating if he should give names when he doesn't know when Akira's from.] --The palace ruler.
[ A fashion icon indeed, he won't be stopping these choices anytime soon. ]
[ Kleken had been looking for something to entertain himself with and weird sex toys was easily becoming the most immediate entertainment source. Granted, his own experience with sex toys was highly limited, but he did fail to see any sort of sexual appeal in chocolate syrup. ]
[ That may be in large part because chocolate syrup and seafood generally don't go together- ]
I wouldn't mind testing my luck. Perhaps something interesting to go with yours might be fun.
[ A tentacle reaches out from behind his back and up to spin the wheel, stretching out immediately to fetch the reward once the wheel is done rolling. ]
[ From the brief look of hesitation on Kleken's face, he has never seen a fleshlight in his life before and he has no idea where to start trying to comprehend the thing now being waggled about by a tentacle. ]
[ asking a mad beast not to bite, as if she's possibly the type to obey.
there's a frantic high whine as w thrusts the knife right in her, exactly as vengefully as she'd crave. the sick fantasies of her mind fester over the fantasy of how a real weapon could pierce through tender flesh into organs and vitals and... of course she wouldn't fuck a real knife. or rather the 'of course' sure is more of a 'better hope it's an of course after she cums and gets more of her mind back' from the most rotten horniness that could possibly take root in an unstable wolf. maybe it's a good thing it's a fake blade, she won't die from internal bleeding and maybe the worst possible way to kill a deranged lesbian. it'd hurt so fucking bad. and yet, and yet could it possibly be worth it.
the jagged edges of the fake weapon in her, w's fingers in her could just about drive her over the edge and she's already hideously fast and close to it already, how weak and hungry she is for rough play. but then w's biting her and--her tail whacks painfully against the wall, her ears slink back desperately as her mouth works to accept w's saliva, a furious shiver runs through her full-body. no, no no. don't spoil her this much. the dizzy rapture of her expression, a mad dog who may as well have talked herself into following a stranger's whim for the hell of it, who'd given a half-hearted attempt at trying to play captive or hostage only to be shittalked and fucked this bad. don't do this, she's obsessive and there should only be room for one obsession but she already knows the other lone wolf won't do this to her. just about resigned her bloodthirsty deathseeking dreams as dreams.
death could be so deliciously close like this, a bomb on her tongue, in her mouth. she drools around it as saliva runs down the side of her mouth; her fist seizes in w's hair in an ecstatic grip, her eyes fix on her lustfully. her pussy squeezes betrayingly hard on the broken knife in her, on w's fingers there around the hilt. the whole wolf could be a sheath. ]
G'nna... cum... [ her clit is so fucking hard. her cunt tightens furiously around the plastic blade, she wishes it could cut her exactly this deep and more. her teeth scratch grooves into the metal of the bomb, her entire body on the edge of pain.
she could bite down on this thing, it could fucking kill her so much more agonizingly than that originium bomb that doomed her. better yet, this close, w'd catch the explosion too... how nice!!! they could both die or at least suffer horrifyingly before dying messily. peak romance to the sickest beast. how she could secretly dream of dragging texas to hell with her but know in reality it seems she can't bring herself to. or maybe the real secret is she just doesn't want to sink into hell alone, and here's a real bastard who's willing to take her there.
blood might stain w's dress from the wolf claw marks into her wrist and arm. her cum might get on those tights, or definitely would. saliva drips off her chin; her eyes flutter and roll with the prospect of biting down in orgasm and ending both their lives. ]
[ It could be, he thinks, the best or the worst thing that he's bumped into Eiden here and now, in this situation. Eiden is someone he likes, someone with whom he enjoys spending time, someone who he thinks enjoys spending time with him too...
and here he is, standing in front of him with all the casual confidence in the world, commenting on their clothes like there's nothing to worry about.
Kaveh accepts the hand offered to him with a small smile, even as his free hand drifts to his own pocket, where he's hastily stashed his number; in answer to Eiden's question, he pulls it out, showing it with a slight grimace to the other man. ]
I've... I've topped before, [ he says, his voice quiet. ] But I've never actually.. you know.
Certainly, the military aspect of the stranger's clothing is one of the aspects about him that catches Kaveh's eye. It's rare here to see people dressed in such a way. The style is almost Snezhnayan in fashion, and yet with certain elements that wouldn't look out of place on finer Liyuean garments. It inspires his curiosity, and he finds himself peeking until the exact moment that he realizes that he's been caught.
His ears turn pink, even if his cheeks do not, and he nods. And while he hasn't been quite so clever in displaying his card for everyone to see, he does take a moment now to gently flip it so Jing Yuan can. ]
[ her tone is dry, almost contemplative as she steps around the chair, coming to a stop behind him. she leans over his shoulder, putting her lips near his ear as she grabs his forearms to tug them back, bringing his spine flush against the back of the chair. ]
If you're good for me, [ her fingers slide lower to put his wrists together. ] Perhaps I'll let you.
[Dirty dice was it? He remembers this game very well from when he first arrived. He wouldn't say that he's nostalgic or anything, but he won't pretend there weren't some fond memories involved with the game. At the end of the day, he had fun and enjoyed the romps that followed.
He can't complain.
So he grins something wicked before offering his neck to the other. A kiss to the neck? Well, they're just warming up, right? The outfit Wriothesley was wearing offered very little to the imagination. Even with the jewelry, there was plenty of neck for Ashe to kiss.] Well, don't be shy, sweetness.
[Rolls Wriothesley will get:
4: Suck 6: Elbow 2: Finger 9: Nipple 5: Caress 4: Ass 12: Grind On 5: Mouth]
she closes her eyes briefly; that heaviness presses again in her chest; it's with an effort that she tries to stifle it. how funny it is, lately she's simply been thinking over her feelings with texas, considering letting go of them altogether. she's just texas, and i'm just--she knows, with all the memories and clawmarks of their lives together, she would and had done just about anything and everything for her.
this is just another favor she could do for a friend, but, ]
What a thing to say to me, Texas. [ even she doesn't know anymore if her feelings or words are a little bitter, or just bittersweet. she'll simply turn herself instead to what should be fact, that she doesn't have feelings at all. if she does, she'd want to kiss her, she might even want to do something like this somewhere nicer than inside a... admittedly nice, luxury car, but still kind of a questionable place to try to fuck her friend.
she draws in close, her sheer nightgown falling looser around her shoulders. her hands go to texas' top, her smile small but crooked, ] Let's get you out of this, then. Looks rather complicated, your new outfit. [ it's more to undress than herself, nearly entirely naked already. ]
[He's gotten better at allowing himself to be touched, these days. It's a necessity in a place like this, and one he's had to adapt to in a hurry. But really, there are worse things than accepting the relative oddity of one of his Turks putting their arm around him; all things considered, Rufus reflects, it probably bothers Rude more than it does him.
Not that he's going to say as much, of course. But he thinks it, at least.]
Mm. Maybe that's the point of playing to begin with. To find out the "why".
[There's another useful bit about passing the time arm in arm in conversation; the resort staff tend to recognize Rufus for the high rank he is, and aren't likely to interrupt his conversation regardless of how long it keeps his partner away from their games.]
You'll be assigned a rank and suit soon, once they've finalized your arrival. Assuming they haven't already. That's when the fun really begins.
[ She may still be waking up, but her wit is quick enough at least to recognize the duality of meaning in their statements: the Lacking General using strange to mean an unusual combination and the Dozing General choosing deliberately—she's quite sure it's a deliberate choice—to take the word more personally.
And where anyone else might simper, apologize for any apparent miscommunication, Feixiao just grins. Two can play at that game. ]
Oh, but you are indeed, Jing Yuan. Unless of course you're implying we've woken up like this before.
[ The laughter that follows—her own—makes her head ring with its suddenness; between that and the general's question, it serves as a reminder to actually stop and think and scan, to mentally feel out each part of her body in turn. Head, and shoulders, knees, and toes, and of course there's an ache in her skull, a dull and throbbing feeling she's felt for far too many mornings in the past.
The food will probably help, and it smells delightful—but also, the food means moving. And, strange bedfellows or not, she's comfortable.
The smile she offers him is wry. ]
I'd be lying if I said my head isn't hurting like someone drove a starskiff into its side. But that will pass. What about you—did you drink?
[Well, she's neither attacked him nor run screaming into a crowd at the sight of him, which is progress, to say the least. That's good; maybe she remembers the peace offering he'd extended. The thought reminds him idly that he'd never actually heard Cloud's answer, before being whisked away here — but it's a mutually beneficial arrangement. They'd be fools to refuse, really.]
Most things at these types of events are. The fruit in particular.
[Not that he's learned that the hard way, through personal experience. Of course not.]
Though if you don't believe me, go ahead and try it for yourself.
[ thank the wings ishmael isn't the type to sleep naked; in her drunkenness she'd somehow only stripped to a dress shirt before passing out the night prior. still, the stranger clinging to her isn't in her itinerary today, nor is being called a mom?? hello???
she blankly looks at him, before putting a hand on his shoulder to press him back down on the mattress. please don't cling to him, they're not at that stage of their relationship in this game either -- ]
Comes with being of high rank, around here. It has its privileges.
[And new arrivals don't tend to know their rank or suit until check-in has been completed — at least, he certainly hadn't, when it was his turn. So much the better that he'd preceded the others, then, if it means he can throw his weight around a little in order to get them established.
But for the moment, there's a game to be played, and so he wastes no time in slipping his hand into the gap created by Reno's unbuttoned jacket and shirt, sliding his fingers across one pectoral until they brush a raised nub. His pinch isn't cruel, but it's also not particularly gentle. Somehow, he suspects Reno would like it better if it wasn't.]
You're not wrong, but there's nothing wrong with wearing them even underneath a suit. You could give a surprise to someone you're fond of when they take off your pants.
But otherwise I'll wear them instead. You could even put them on me, if you'd be so kind. [ a hand slinks down her thigh, the svelte of her black dress; it's actually long and elegant, rather than short enough to bare her legs much. ]
It'd be hidden on me too, but therein is the appeal. Nice lingerie can be a secret to be revealed when time comes.
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