【 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.
[ after about the fourth hour, angelika had decided that enough was enough. having had her fill of sweets and wine, she found very little else about the party to want to occupy her time with, but unfortunately she had had very little luck in actually making it past an exit. despite her otherwise imposing nature, the staff on the hotel didn't hesitate to use force if they had to in order to keep their guests partying as they're supposed to, and sadly someone of angelika's stature is just no match for hired help that might as well have been bouncers.
so, desperate times call for desperate measures. spotting archer make a decisive turn towards one of the guarded exits, angelika quickly cuts through the crowd to slide right up to his side, slipping her hand into the crook of his elbow. ]
( if out of control cars and remote cameras is what the future holds then he would like one return ticket to his past, thank you.
the idea that someone might be holding them both hostage in this enclosure for their own entertainment purposes is somehow even more insulting than a simple kidnapping. neither of them are zoo animals, to be kept purely for observational purposes. the upholstery will simply have to be a necessary sacrifice. )
A simple use of water pressure to break the glass of the window.
( if his water cannon can decimate almost every enemy in spiral abyss, then surely a single window should pose no problem. be his temporary buffer, sunday. )
(rich families don't quite leave their kids off to speak improperly. no cursing beyond what acceptable words there are and no way would her father have liked w by this alone. giuseppe is turning in his grave somewhere that his own daughter that killed him was off sounding like a foul mouthed sailor, slightly anyway. she hasn't cussed as much as w or ragna, but she's had her moments of angry siracusan swearing. nothing in columbian, but close enough whenever that does happen for texas. it isn't farfetched to say the goodie two shoes isn't impossible to get to hang.
or play and speak the language game wise.
bad influence meets the girl that isn't too hard to talk into doing bad things, she's got that vibe to her that she will. texas did notice the pause, she would have to be mindful, w seems like she would throw her or worse if texas doesn't. sometimes her quiet observations is helpful for herself when it counts. means she gets to memorize her surroundings better, probably notice things others might not while maintaining her usual attitude about it. texas tenses almost at the nip of teeth in more risky places along her thigh.
in general, maybe letting w go at her thighs was riskier than anything in her life. texas did half consider if she made a monster in how w keeps teasing with her teeth, but that's also the appeal. if she near shivered at them locking eyes, she didn't. she is not going to think her attractive. no way, even if she's going to lose her mind like this. she's got low pitch whines coming out her throat at the teasing. her nipples perk out easily from the stimulation to them, her sharper sighs are from teeth going in her toned abs.
she wants dirty? fine, she's not good at it, but she can let herself run with it. she might just have to remind herself of other cuss words she knows for that thanks to certain people in her life about that. the joys of being bilingual is useful, she might be a whimpering mess partially, but she does get the idea.)
What, gonna make me fucking beg now?
(does that count as playing along in how her tone got from mimicking ragna? heated almost, but also hungering. every bit a predator when given that chance, she might run with it. didn't mean she wouldn't bite her if texas didn't like something that was going on and not in a sexy way. well, or maybe in one anyway. that can go both ways right now.
hope the staff can clean a mess up if it gets real messy.)
[ whether rufus had been on his way out of the oasis or making his way in (or, hell, maybe he just happened to have the misfortune of walking past it), he will soon find a small hand slip itself up along his arm, ending at the crook of his elbow. at his side stands angelika, looking beleaguered in a dress more suited for a funeral home than any of the resort's fancy parties.
her voice, when she speaks, is pitched low but urgent. ]
Is it true they'll let you rest in there? I need a break from all the lights and chatter.
[ Ring, ring, ring! JACKPOT. He really just bagged a true dommy mommy just by being obnoxious. Of course, he’s going to act out to get, hopefully, some punishment. Depending on what that rope is made out of and how well Clorinde’s tying skills are, he probably could rip it in two at the wrists, but what’s the fun in that? For now, he complies, and once everything is tied, he gives it a little bit of a pull to see how well her work is.
He does whistle. Why is he so annoying? ]
Am I dealing with a sailor here? What’s considered “good” for you, sweetheart?
The one and only Beowulf, baby! Undefeated wrestling champion, arooo!
[ This is seriously so weird that he has to introduce himself each time, but he’s going to get accustomed to it soon enough. Kabru is presenting his lips, and really, this just looks like he’s asking for a kiss, so the larger man gets a better idea.
Taking Kabru by the delicate waist, he easily shifts him closer and dips down to give him an open mouthed kiss, hesitating not to bare his teeth down in a little, stinging bite. The dice didn’t say what part of his body he needed to use to pinch these lips with, and this seems a lot sexier! ]
[ For him, he’s nursed most of his hangover away by getting right to it with that emergency hangover kit and consuming as much food as he could. The details of last night are fuzzy but he isn’t particularly bothered— this is the kind of lifestyle he was trying to obtain once more anyway. Waking up with a stranger is no new rodeo to him, and despite his massive ego, he does genuinely care about his bedmate.
He has at least put on a pair of boxer briefs with a wolf paw print pattern on, but the rest of him is as naked as the day he was born. The guy was massive, body covered in a thin veil of dark hair, but the way he consumed the food, it almost seemed child-like for someone who could come across as intimidating. ]
You mean this chocolatey stuff? I think so! You can have it, sorry a lot of the crepe is gone.
[ Licking his messy fingers clean, he passes off the plate to her, though there’s not much left. Sorry, lady. ]
[Whether he likes it or not. He doesn't like how that sounds, but he's done plenty of things in his line of work that he didn't particularly like, so it's not entirely so out of the norm that he would vocalize any complaints. Especially not to Rufus Shinra. Rude is a professional, after all.]
There is a very short list of people who can compel me to do anything.
[Rude says quietly, but with an edge of seriousness behind it. Still, he continues to listen, making mental notes regarding the advantages. Wealth, power, and status don't mean anything to him, but they do to their group as a whole. Rude understands what Rufus is trying to say, and offers a nod.]
I'll do what I can to contribute. [He can't help but think that this sort of thing was more up Reno's alley than his own, but he'll be damned if he'll allow himself to be useless. Still, he understands in those subtle words what his orders are. He thinks about what he's already had to do so far, and sighs.]
Bad, [ she grouses, finally allowing herself an outlet for all that frustration. but, the second she has a taste of the nutella — a swipe and lick of her finger, a soft indulgent moan as the sticky sweet settles her nerves — and she looks a lot closer to alright than she had moments earlier. ]
But I suppose it could always be worse, [ she hums, helping herself to the rest of the cream left behind. it didn't matter in the moment that she's more or less licking off the plate of someone else's food — for now, the sweetness is hitting the right spot, and she'll happily take whatever little wins she can get.
once the plate is polished off, though, she feels a little bit of that irritation settle back in. at least she's nowhere near snapping anyone's head off, but she still doesn't look all that pleased with her situation as she finally sits herself up on her knees. the duvet falls around her waist, revealing that (unlike him) she's still entirely bare. idly, she holds one arm across her chest, a meager way of offering some decency. not that he seems to mind one way or the other. ]
Is there a dress anywhere near you? ... Underwear?
[ well it's not exactly the wrong thing to say or think, because the right thing to do is to never try to get involved with her again at all. or it's just the case that they could recognize their current relationship and keep it that way, it might as well be what lappland has known and forced herself to accept. better that than killing texas' friends and if she really went off the deep end, texas herself. those vicious thoughts she personally tried to keep under lock while knowing in reality she's just about a dog who'd do anything for who she's infatuated with and isn't that pathetic.
and however more pathetic is, she could idly think, if helping texas means touching her or having sex with her it could maybe still be just be done as a matter of fact and not much more than that. the flattery of seeing the mark, the sinking feeling in her gut over what it could mean because it'll just finish in more inconvenient feelings for the both of them. if she had feelings she'd want to kiss her or sink her claws in her and never let her go. but she doesn't do that and so she almost freezes when texas touches her because--
she's not sure if texas has ever done that before, actually, if she were to think of it, for their entire criminal lives.
and she could dream of texas kissing her with the idle thought that of course it won't happen. she's tense through it, tail stiff, ears trembling before flicking back. her heart aches with longing. the snarl of her self-control tries to clench down on it. she doesn't move for a moment before, almost tentatively, trying to kiss back as her eyes flutter and heat flares in her chest. how useless it is to want something like this, she barely considers her selfish wants, but she'd always wanted to do this. ]
[ yup, this is all texas's fault and now she has to lay down in the bed she's made for herself. w's never gotten to really bite anybody before — not for a long time, anyway, there was more of that kind of stuff back when she was a feral little kid scrapping for survival. guns and knives so quickly became her go-to weapons, she'd almost forgotten how nice a pulse can feel beneath some hard-locked teeth.
she's definitely leaving marks now, if only because her lips are getting involved now too, leaving hard-sucking bruises in her wake. she's only abstractly aware of it when what she's hungering for is a different kind of flesh in her mouth. the way she locks her lips around texas's skin is a performative effort to show her exactly that. ]
Yyyyeah...
[ it's really not taking long at all for her to claim up all this skin. she stretches like a cat, raking blunt nails down texas's sides, following the curves of her ribs, gaze locked on her reaction to it all. turns out teasing takes a double toll if both parties really want something, but she's collected enough to keep to the plan and this new little game she's invented, nibbling out a stubborn path all around where she truly wants to go.
she's not perfect, though. even a monster like her isn't immune to temptation. as her mouth works at that thigh in slow, tongue-lashing suckles, her antennae tick curiously against texas's flesh. she can bow her head a little and let one tap almost imperceptibly light against the more prominent flesh of texas's clit, but the taste she steals rocks her, makes her back arch and her ass rise in the air like she's in heat. ]
Beg me, courier. [ she pants hotly, her open mouth a wet mess as she rocks hungrily on her knees. ] Tell me exactly what you want me to do with this foul mouth of mine.
[That remark makes him smile, and he doesn't expect her to to smile back. Rude doesn't think himself unattractive, he just doesn't tend to have the freedom to consider himself from that angle. Always busy. Dedicated to work.
He has an endless supply of excuses that he uses constantly to avoid social situations where anyone would have to comment on his hotness. So hearing it from a beautiful woman does things to his brain chemistry.]
I doubt that. Don't women prefer more hair up here? [He takes her hand to put it on his head. It's not cleanly shaved like it might be if he were home, there's a fine amount of stubble, but not enough that would show without someone being this close.]
I like women I can spar with. [He says eventually, leaning in when she's distracted to to kiss her cheek, then her lips if she allows it.] I find you gorgeous.
( politely, though not unkindly. he motions for her to follow, though does not offer out an arm for her to take. perhaps he should have out of courtesy or an attempt to charm, but physical touch even in something as straightforward as this has never been his forte. thankfully it's not too much work to weave through the crowd, a large portion of the guests off at the game tables, and he manages to find an unoccupied table and single chair for her to take a seat.
another person might strike up a conversation, or offer to fetch food or drink. he merely stands, hands folded politely in front of him. now.....what? he's never been all too good at this part. )
Things like this are hard to understand. That's why some people prefer to follow their instincts.
( or ignore them entirely, as aventurine does. he hums at the idle squeezing, leaning back against his chair, and wraps his legs gently around rude when he stands. with the way this game works, the game they still have to continue playing, there's no need for rude to return to his seat, if contact is something required.
and despite the implications of his words, nothing in the way aventurine portrays himself really shows rejection or refusal. he's wide open, half-bare and physically vulnerable, with no signs of being unwelcoming of touch. intimacy or not, whether they come from a place of lust or something more from the heart - it's hardly as though he isn't used to feelings of others being imposed on him.
aventurine reaches for the dice, plays with them around his skilled fingers. when he lets them roll off onto the table, the sides read 10 and 1. his expression remains inscrutable even as he turns to look at rude again, a smile still painting his lips. )
Should this be your first test, my friend? At how professional you can be.
[The basics of gambling. In his knowledge of the Dreamscape, from its very foundation to the top of that scaffolded web of memoria, the Golden Hour is perhaps its crowning jewel. He understands the luxuries and indulgences sought there by those who come to rest their heads in the Dreamscape, but it was never a Moment he personally enjoyed. It was too bright, too noisy — necessary for him to be there as a presence of the Family but only bearable from its edges, at a distance.
Yet the question surprises him, and there's a show of it on his face, a slight wrinkle at his brow. Once, he might have answered differently, but...]
No. The only person you seem content to endanger is yourself.
[He doesn't sense a threat from this man now, though the murkiness of whatever exists in its absence is... harder to ascertain. Sunday reaches for his own card next; he doesn't avoid that eye contact, but his own gaze is coy, cast at Aventurine through lashes.]
Food's food. [ His shoulder rolls, half a shrug. ] I could probably do better here, but... I could probably do a lot worse too.
[ He is a little apprehensive about whose tab this is all on — no such thing as a free meal, in his experience. Not that he hasn't gotten the memo about the collateral they're all putting up, but he's attempting to sort that bit out at a much more amiable pace. With prizes like these though, he's wondering how long that'll last.. ]
But seeing as how I wasn't the lucky winner of the mystery cucumber, [ He punctuates with a sad spin of the g-string on his index finger. ] I suppose it doesn't matter all that much.
[ Now, her fate... he cants his head, brow arching from behind his very cool shutter shades. ]
Magic, huh? If not, uh... "magic", what's the aim?
[ The classic dark mage garb is fairly revealing, but Tharja's neck has always been carefully covered. Guarded. The dress she has been shoved into for this event arguable covers more, but in contrast, her neck is so very exposed. She steels herself for the touch. The tickle of that claw, and the burn of her heat. ]
I've dabbled. [ She masks her exhale with a quip. ] The dice games I've played are definitely more... elementary. [ Roll some dice, move so many spaces, and so on. Senet.
Tharja takes the dice for herself and rolls again. ... 4 and 9.
[If one's world is restrained to only so much space, perhaps the settling of five distinct countries is not unusual. It's exactly this sort of knowledge Sunday had sought when he first embarked, and despite the man's insistence upon its plainness, he's only more intrigued.]
Penacony. It's located in the Asdana star system, though I expect that won't mean much to you. But it is... likely very far away from where we are now.
[And how did it happen, that they awoke here? What decided them as individuals chosen? Sunday feels restless with that question, attempting to school it in his expression but for a furrowed brow.]
May I ask, did you change the scent of the cigar smoke? Is that from your power as a wizard?
[For some reason, Sunday is struck by a kind of melancholy to hear that explanation, even if it's an illogical reaction. Of course there would be the deceased in other worlds — it takes only a step further to understand such places must also have their own hardships, and suffering, endured in that journey from life to death. He's quiet for a long moment, gaze down on his plate of food he's only picked at, until he recognizes his silence might be interpreted poorly and brings himself to speak again.]
I suppose if these ghosts might have to linger somewhere, it should be a realm of luxury instead of misery. But you're right. I hadn't thought that our abilities could be affected. Earlier I met a man who claimed he was a wizard, and it seemed he was capable of magic, though I didn't investigate to what extent. There are so many of us here... I have to wonder what else others can do.
[Help, Sunday would buff Neuvillette to be stronger than he already is and the world isn't ready for that.]
I... don't.
[The words startle out of him, surprise on his face. It isn't so often he's taken completely off-guard, but this man's suggestion stated so clearly and logically is not at all what he expected.]
[That sure was a noise. Naoto hadn't even been a part of the game yet, she was still getting her bearings after being flung in. It was rather tragic how easy it was for Rise to drag her a few foot before Naoto identified her and willingly followed.
As for the question. Naoto tilted her head, eyebrows rising.]
Playing dice? I know you and Yosuke-senpai think of me as uh... A 'stick in the mud', but I know a few card games and the like.
[And as if to cement her lack of understanding. She smiled.]
I remember playing dice with my grandfather when he had time.
She must be hearing things: she didn't end the night with anyone, let alone go to bed with anyone. That voice must just be another side effect of (apparently) indulging.
But as Tharja slowly comes back to herself, she can feel that tell-tale heat of another person beside her.
What.
She pushes herself up again quickly, this time swiping her hair to the side. ]
Who -- How did you get in here?! [ Wherever here is. A room, right? ]
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