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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!
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See? And yet people think I've lost my mind whenever I resort to that. Either way I'm just going to count it as a weird fact of mine so that we can move on to another question.
[ she's had enough of the attention, even if it's with a single guy. she swipes a card from the tower which wobbles at the movement, but nevertheless stands its ground. ]
"Where’s the weirdest place you’ve ever had sex?" [ and once she's said it, she pales a little. ] Um. You don't have to elaborate on it.
(she could have worded that better, said something better, even. another mockery, she can feel that from the burn again. isn't she always prone to making things harder on herself? she could have said anything else, anything. she didn't. she wants to say something else, but should she? texas knows that she's been terrible, she's always been that way.
terrible to the point she can't bring herself to do something more than say it without having it feel like it's always gone deeper. isn't it funny?
she's a hypocrite, always prone to being harsh on many things she shouldn't be. maybe texas should have stopped talking. she's quiet when lappland reaches closer, her hands along that jacket part of the outfit she was given for this stupid party. she would have liked it to be somewhere nicer, but....the cars as close as it gets for them. her suite is off limits thanks to the "lovely" ghosts. anywhere else is too, technically speaking, that isn't the casino or here.
so she's uncertain on what she can say, or maybe her eyes watch a little too closely how that gown slips down along lappland's shoulders. the crooked smile. part of her did wonder if this is a good idea, it's likely not. not with her maybe, for something different, leaning in when lappland comes closer. texas isn't the best of kissers, she can admit that much on a good or bad day. yet this is something different, her bare hand reaches to touch lappland's cheek in a gentle caress that shouldn't have made texas shiver the way she did and....
for once, she found need to do something right when texas comes in closer. if possible, she kisses lappland. lips crushed together like she was holding back this whole time from something more than that. it makes everything go quiet, no mockery, no burns along her hand. just. silence.)
[ As far as rude awakenings go, this one...is not all that bad, really! Waking up in a cozy robe is particularly nice, and even once she has disembarked from her starting vehicle, she doesn't take up the hapless valet's offer of new clothing to change into. Nah, she's good like this. Barefoot and snug. Wardrobe malfunctions have never scared her!
What is more of a concern to her is her is what she hears from the valet about car part thieves. The gleaming hood ornaments on many of the vehicles caught her eye, too, but after hearing his tragic story about mounting wedding expenses, her fickle protagonist heart is moved to help rather than menace. Maybe she can still claim a hood ornament or two as a prize for her hard work once she catches the true culprit, but until then, she's on the case.
Without her usual companions to temper her intuition one way or another, Stelle stalks very sneakily (is she...humming her own theme music?) through the parking garage, keenly watching for any sign of movement within the vehicles. As soon as something catches her eye from one of them, she charges ahead without hesitation, wrenching open the nearest car door with one hand, and pointing an accusatory finger at whomever happens to be sitting (innocently) within. ]
Stop right there! I've caught you red-handed, Parking Purloiner! [ Like that? She came up with it herself. ] Turn over the goods while you still have a chance to clear your conscience.
[ Or else!! ]
b. sex toy roulette
[ Though Stelle doesn't need to be told twice to party all night long, she does take come convincing and cajoling from the staff to slip into more formal attire. She was really into the track suit vibe, but, okay, fine! She can slay in this, too.
Though the regular slots and tables in the casino draw her attention first, it isn't long before she has severely exhausted her funds, meager as they are as a new arrival. There's a reason Pom-Pom only puts her in charge of buying things like snacks for the Express. When she's out of chips, the sex toy roulette pulls her in next, lured by the promise of things not such as butt-plugs and vibrators, but instead the "insta-prize". She's never met an instant prize she doesn't like (probably). Chocolate syrup and an electric toothbrush wouldn't hurt either!
So up to the wheel she steps, RNGesus take the wheel (literal), as it spins and slows and stops on...insta-prize. A handful of questionable decisions later, and she is now the proud owner of a motorcycle. Let's be real, she didn't even look twice at the other prizes. Sure, she's still broke, but at least she has a cool-ass ride now! Besides, maybe she can kill two birds with one stone...
If she can even ride this thing properly. It's really hard?? In a dress??? Very unsteadily and slowly, she drives the motorcycle down the hallway between game rooms, only for it to start to tip over. Jumping off it before it topples fully, she lands in front of a passerby, one hand on her hip. ]
Can I give you a ride, darlin'? [ Okay, she has an accent now. ] Just ten chips to anywhere in the casino ya wanna go!
[ As the motorcycle is literally tipped on its side behind her. Awesome, wow, what an offer. ]
c. dirty dice
[ Of course she's going to play this one, too. Even if she didn't have a few drinks and the spirit of partying strong with her, she's never one to back down from a challenge, and so she slips into a seat at any available table, across from her would-be partner. What a way to meet someone, right? It'll make for a great story later — or maybe she'll get drunk enough she can forget whatever happens. ]
Hey, mind if I join you? Seems kinda hard to play the game by yourself. [ A winsome wink, as she picks up the dice and begins to turn them over between her palms. ] After all, how are you gonna...lick...oh.
[ ...Oh. She assumed this was going to mostly be kissing, maybe feeling someone up at most, but there are...a lot of possibilities on these dice, huh...
She swallows against the tension in her throat, heat creeping up into her cheekbones. She immediately regrets this decision!!! ]
d. aftercare
[ Just let her die, actually.
That's the one pervading thought that penetrates the cloud of a monster hangover in her head as she comes to the morning following the party. Her hair is tousled into a gray nest around her head, every limb and joint aches, throat dry and angry, and it's all too much to let her just...fall back asleep. Great, there goes her one and only plan of sleeping off this godawful hangover...
Instead, she does her best to ward off consciousness as best she can, rolling closer to the warmth of another in her bed, synapses not firing yet. With a groan, she curls her aching (and bare) body against her bedmate's, nestling into the heat of their skin. That's...better, actually. Much better.
Maybe she can fall back asleep like this...even if there's a voice nagging at the back of her subconsciousness. Stubborn as ever, she dutifully ignores it. ]
Nnnot. Now...Pom-Pom...nnnt's too...early...five hundred more mmminutes...
e. wildcard
[ The wildcard option! I'm open to any prompt other than 1 or 11 for Stelle; she's a big fat virgin and is not ready for that yet. Other than that, go wild! For anything that does veer into smutty, 18+ only please. Otherwise OTA! ]
[like, not that he isn't pleased to see his coworkers! awkward as this might potentially be, there is some assurance in knowing he isn't here completely alone.
but this... brings up other possible problems, should the other sinners have come along. including but not limited to: what is don quixote getting up to? how many people have been killed for trying to sleep with ryoshu? oh, no. they'd have to rescue dante, and definitely sinclair too...]
Mmm... yes, I think I understand the rules, it does seem fairly straightforawrd... [She says with a little sigh, visibly deflating.] I suppose I'd been hoping to talk to someone a little more familiar with all of this. [She says, gesturing around the casino.]
There are few better ways of gathering information than talking to locals! [She says, puffing up for a moment... and then deflating.] W-well, there's firsthand experience, but...
[That's embarrassing.]
You said you hadn't played it before? What about the other games?
[It's a good look on the Knave, honestly. Raziel's own dress is, honestly, perhaps a little less revealing than the leotard she usually wears because her creator apparently had a thing for leggy ladies.
But that's neither here nor there.
Raziel is the archangel of enigmas, and those eyes she feels boring holes into her are a very deep mystery indeed. She's never seen anything like them before, and she has questions, but...
...well, there's the game to play, isn't there?
Raziel fingers her own card for a moment before turning it upright.] ...Ace of Diamonds, it looks like.
Well, that's a little unfortunate for me, it seems. [A soft sigh.]
She crosses her arms over her chest, wearing a white dress that honestly doesn't really show off that much more skin than her usual leotard does. She nods, thoughtfully.] That's right. Fundamentally, a wager only works if there is a winner and a loser, doesn't it? In this game, even if you lose your dignity, your partner isn't necessarily getting anything...
[What an interesting way of thinking about this.] But, the alternative... how could you even wager on intimacy? Hmmm... [Is she actually giving this some thought?
Yes, because the alternative is just being embarrassed about this.] P-perhaps the person who, ah, climaxes first...? Nn, no, but what would you be wagering...
Oh! [She says, straightening up - and being careful not to bump her head on the door as she'd been leaning in.] Really? We don't have anything like this in the sky realm that I've seen.
Could you describe how they worked to me? Were the propellers used to push or to pull?
[Her pencil is on the paper of her book, her eyes sparkling with interest.]
[boy, does he get it. he's been spared the shame of getting shoved into playing sex toy roulette for now, secure in the relative safety offered by the houses of cards.
he keeps his right arm at his side and somewhat obscured by the table, scratching idly at his stubbly chin with his other hand as he surveys the cards... and finally picks his target, cautiously plucking an easier one off the top.]
Let's see here... "what's your biggest vice?"
[that one doesn't take much time at all to consider.]
I'd say the smokes take that one, easy. [it's not a bad start, either; he seems a little more relaxed, after the first question proves not to be a horrific embarrassment.] Guess that means you're up?
D, apparently it decided to go to the main level smh smh
[Ashe might recognise the fluff of green hair when he glances to the bed, though much of the priest is still nestled under the sheets and it is a bit longer than it was before. it's somewhere between the shift of the mattress as the silver-haired man gets up and the scent of breakfast somewhere none too far that causes him to stir, a faintly discontented noise at the ache throbbing in his forehead. honestly, he doesn't even remember drinking much in the last few days, but at some point it had all become such a blur...]
... Ah. Good morning, Ashe. I haven't seen you in a while, I hope you've been well.
[he has to blink a few times to really get his eyes to focus while he's sitting up, but he definitely recognises that voice, and it brings a smile to his face despite his confusion. of course, when the sheets fall the other will find his companion is wearing very little—specifically a harness that wraps around his chest and crosses down around his waist, and just the thin straps of whatever lingerie he's wearing.]
Apologies if it's a strange question, but... do you... recall when we got here?
Your headband...? Can't say I have, unless it's hiding around here somewhere.
[believe me, he is doing his damnedest not to perceive her cleavage at all. that's his coworker, just be cool, just remain chill...
he gestures for her to go ahead and come aboard, quickly turning away to go start looking around, which absolutely has nothing to do with not looking at her whatsoever. definitely.]
Speaking of what we haven't seen anywhere... just where'd everyone else run off to?
[don quixote certainly isn't anywhere within earshot. they would know.]
[The great philosophical question: How many angels can dance in a party bus?
The answer: At least two, as it turns out. Not that the chestnut-haired woman in front of the bar is doing much dancing. Or, for that matter, that she looks much like an angel right now. In fact, with a thick tome in one hand and a pencil in the other - furiously flying over the page - it looks like she's... doing some categorizing? Or something?
Either way, when she's shouted at, Raziel straightens up with an undignified eep, nearly fumbling her pencil. She rounds on her interruptor.] Ex- excuse me, I am in the middle of something! Don't be rude and wait your turn!
the dog people gravitating towards her. it's like she's been carrying the catnip this entire time. or in this case, dognip?
the request takes her slightly aback, though. here she thought he was soliciting her for sex, but a little pampering doesn't sound all that bad. maybe he's just really into red hair. regardless, she nods, takes off the robe that reveals her freckled, scarred body, and sinks into the bathwater. ahh. ]
Man, I don't remember the last time I took a dip like this...
Unfortunate? Is there something troubling about our pairing, then?
(there are many things worrying about it, arlecchino. she doesn't need to voice any further on that. arlecchino herself is....almost certainly not the sort to be involved with (despite her handling of her curse) on a good day. or was it over not getting the dominant role? that's what the knave doesn't quite know as of now. they're standing together and one of those clawed hands extends outward, an offering. she can be excellent at these things when she has to be. that also means separating herself from business and pleasure.
tonight is more pleasure, given business so far has been less than useful. not many of the guests would answer her probing, the staff also would lean more towards carrot and stick with the approach they take. which leaves having to do this the old fashion way by taking charge herself. they're here, a game is before them and she's by no means the sort to force her will on others were there to be differences.
it's better to see what raziel perhaps would want to start with.)
Or would you prefer someone to be gentle?
(she can manage that, too, technically. the only issue is....her hands, but that's a given and always going to be a problem to most.)
Of course not. [ her answer comes easily. ] It's not like I wanted to be here. When I say I wanted to explore the world, I meant the one back in my City. Unless somehow this is still part of the City I live in and we're all being deluded to think that we're in some separate universe.
[ right? right?? though then again, she of all people would know that alternate universes do exist -- it just doesn't fit her narrative at the moment. as far as she's concerned, this resort is just a pit stop to whatever is waiting for her in the future.
funny, how she technically has a future now. it's a little vague, but it'll clear up in time.
she scans the tower of cards for any easy pickings, and swipes one out with little effort. ]
[ oh so he's fine looking at rodya's cleavage but not her own??? this favoritism :/
not that ishmael's paying attention to that. she's still riffling through the compartments, before pulling herself out and checking the trunk. when it comes to mementos, she is Locked In. ]
Dunno. I'm not even sure if we're still in the City anymore, unless we somehow ended up in a District we've never been in before. They don't usually have these kinds of cars in the Nests, do they?
Ah, see, you already seemed like someone important to me,
[He smirks, and he thinks back to the talk he's had with Bakugo when he arrived, about the different kinds of suits. He still doesn't know their point beyond the ranking system, but it's at least good to know that this place also recognizes Rufus' worth.
He breathes in when Rufus' hand slides over his skin, holding his gaze right until he pinches his nipple, since that's when Reno's eyes fall shut for just a moment, letting out a small gasp. Oh yeah, he likes to feel what's being done to him, so Rufus found the perfect middle ground.]
Mmmhm, you certainly know what you're doing,
[He winks before turning around to the table, leaving his shirt open as it is. He feels more comfortable like this anyway. He reaches for the dice, gives them another blow and lets them roll ...
9 .... Lick .... And 2. Thigh.
Reno's smirk widens even more as he tries to look innocently at Rufus, but fails completely.]
There's someone who's hurriedly rushing over to the table she sees her friend at. Naoto may, out of the corner of her eye, catch a sparkly pink number on a female figure rapidly approaching... before her arm is grabbed and she's being dragged away from the table.] Hi! 'Scuse me! Sorry, I just was going around and I realized I'd lost my friend, so thanks for occupying her I hope you had fun and Naoto-kun what the hell do you think you're doing?!
[That last is spoken quietly, once they're away from the table, as Rise rounds on her.] You know what sort of game that was, don't you?!
[ there's a tension in his frame that she rarely sees, muscles taut as if ready to spring at any moment. tseng's preferred wardrobe of slacks and button-down shirts is certainly nice and highlights his lean frame, but here she's reminded of the breadth of his shoulders and chest, the gentle taper of his waist; things often hidden beneath those same tailored lines. she sees and feels the way his stomach tenses under her fingers and feels an answering ache in her lower abdomen, heat flushing through her as she tugs his slacks and underwear down around his thighs. ]
If there's something you like, [ she murmurs, not unlike the first time she'd done so back in his suite. except this time, when she finally takes his cock in hand, she leans in to press gentle kisses along the length of it. ] Tell me.
[ the last time she did this, she'd taken her time to get accustomed to his taste and size. now, she takes her time to feel his warmth against her cheek and nose, to remember the places where he'd liked: the spot just below the ridge, the sensitive vein along the underside. she has yet to take him fully into her mouth, but neither is she in a rush to do so, content for now to simply worship his cock with her lips and tongue. ]
Raziel takes a breath.] Well, it's natural for most people to lament not being in the role of power, don't you think?
[It makes sense to her. Because, after all, she's the Archangel of Enigmas, not the Archangel of Gettin' Freaky, and as much as her books are full of plenty of details, they're woefully light when it comes to understanding the intimate relations of skydwellers.] But no, I don't... have any qualms about, ah, a pairing with you?
[This is research! She is doing her duties! She will have to write this all down.
So why is her heart just fluttering at a billion beats per minute?
Raziel hesitates before taking the woman's hand.] I... suppose that's my way of just letting you know I'm, ah, not very experienced.
[ With how he's had his weapons stripped from him, it's a good idea to stick around whoever might look strong. It's not clear if this casino is dangerous yet. ]
Kabru. And yours?
[ Damn, those dice do look tiny in his big man hands. Kabru shifts closer, peering at his result and referring to the card. 'Pinch lips' truly isn't sexy. He lets out a resigned exhale. ]
It's to be expected that some options won't be very exciting. Well, go ahead then. [ Pointing at his lips, he gives the other man permission. ]
You're not wrong, exactly, Madam. Some can be better suited for one role more than others.
(this isn't her insulting raziel, but she did have the impression the other woman might shut down internally if she did take the lead by appearance alone. at least in a more dominant role for intimacy, but she's not going to judge based off first appearances entirely. it's not as though the knave knows everything about sex and intimacy herself (none of her encounters were past a night if she could help that) though it doesn't change much. she's good at taking control, the power and everything else behind it while leaving her partners quietly in the aftermath while they rest.
she never stays for a reason, however the comment on experience did catch her attention. a virgin? her hand is warmer than the average persons once raziel grabs on to the knave's cursed hand, like a raging flame is underneath her skin and threatening to rise. pushing about beneath her skin as if intending to consume anyone that gets too close to her. perhaps this might not be the best of ideas for raziel, but arlecchino knows when someone desires her to be rough and when they desire something slower.)
I see. You needn't worry too much. If you find that you aren't enjoying it, I'll stop.
(she's no fool, she gets her enjoyment more when both parties are able to let loose. which means giving room to stop at any time. before she heads into a nearby room (and since she does have common sense) arlecchino pauses to request for gloves for herself. a pair of nice looking black leather gloves are brought over quickly, the staff doesn't want to deal with her any longer than necessary from how....oppressive she feels. for lack of a better term.
a mystery, but something worrying in the way the air feels around her. with that dealt with, her attention goes back to raziel.)
You may call me Arlecchino.
b even if she isnt dan heng, she will definitely judge either way
(the well-dressed wolf of the party seems to be playing wallflower again, as usual. she's got her champagne flute in her gloved hand and looking almost like she wanted to be there (no, no she does not) with how the atmosphere is. the party is bumping, drugs are flowing, and alcohol bubbling. she didn't come over to play the games this time after her past few experiences, but texas did blink slowly at spotting stelle coming on by up to her.
slow, catlike (funny because wolf), and very confused.
how the hell did she get a motorcycle in the hallways? better yet, why is she riding it in a dress, and why did she....huh? is this where she's supposed to be rizzed up now by her? rizzed up, flirting, and going along with it, maybe. texas is more confused where the accent came from, it sounded forced unlike croissant's own that she always remembers. the southern drawl that hung heavily off her voice and how she'd yell "baws" instead of boss. ugh, fuck. now she's thinking about home again and missing her friends.
the ones that weren't there, anyway. or to be more specific, the ones that were part of that gang of chaotic misfits that was known as penguin logistics. she almost wants to ask stelle if she even knows how to drive, texas might be better suited to doing the driving more than her too thinking about it. don't worry about the long pause, she's just considering how to respond at first and then:)
Think it'd be better if I did the driving.
(purely because of that dress having the possibility of ripping if stelle did keep driving.)
[ At least they make up for how annoying they were being before with their enthusiasm right now. There was no need for any kind of preparation, even if it is appreciated. Kabru would probably kiss or sleep with anyone who wanted him, no matter how he actually felt about them. This beats doing something strange or off-putting, so he's going to take it, and it helps that he has absolutely no shame about the act. ]
Tongue is fine with me too. [ Leaning in, his fingers trace along Wade's jawline, not minding the sensation of scarred skin. He draws the other man closer, pressing their lips together, his tongue swiping along those lips in a teasing manner, very much like a cat. He does taste the mint. ] Mmm. I'm Kabru. Your name?
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