【 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.
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[ Lighter isn't really sure how all this is supposed to work. Sure, he's got the little watch affixed to his bare wrist, he's gotten the actual memo, tinny and succinct. But without scope, he's limited to these dark concrete walls and all the alien luxury contained therein. It stands to reason he wouldn't be the only one from New Eridu here, but that it's this guy, all star-studded and running on the thinnest wisps of humor and even thinner touches... ]
Not our usual meeting place, that's for sure.
[Taking a deep breath, he follows after the minuscule heat trail of familiar fingertips. Never warm enough, as usual. At least he knows that, though it doesn't bring him much comfort. A little notch of worry snarls in his chest instead — an intrusion.
Giving a cursory glance behind him before following his sometimes-colleague into the SUV, gleaning what he can from the surroundings (nothing), he swings in and pulls the door shut behind him. New leather and upholstery, accents shined to perfection. The soft glow of overhead lights in an otherwise dormant interior, like a quiet party he's never even entertained the thought of witnessing. Clinical, nearly. The vehicles of the Outer Ring could never. ]
I gotta say, even if it is, I prefer your apartment. [ ...not like that. He clears his throat. ] Now that you're here, I think it's safe to say I didn't just get some corruption nightmare in a Hollow, huh?
[Rude wants to think he has good instincts but he's been wrong about a lot of things before. Too wrong to trust that his instincts are not out to get him, anyway.
He's considering pulling away when legs wrap around his hips, keeping him close. Rude stays put in spite of being suddenly conflicted both about his take on the situation and whether or not Aventurine might not be interested anymore--presuming he had any interest to begin with. Maybe it's better to focus on winning, and whatever that prize will be.]
My professionalism is immaculate.
[He rests his hands on the other man's thighs, belatedly looking to the dice for the next steps, then looking at Aventurine awkwardly. Rude stands his ground, not backing down even as his brain repeats to him that it's like a kiss. No big deal.]
Why isn't she bothered!!! Tharja frowns at the other girl's truly unfazed demeanor. ]
No promises.
[ She says, but Rosemary hasn't slighted Tharja in any way (yet) so there's no reason for her to be rough. So, the fingers that reach out to pinch and fondle along the bridge of Rosemary's nose are merciful. Her fondling is also blessedly short because physical contact is weird for Tharja still.
[ It's a mantra that he hoped would take away some of the edge of what he's feeling. Couldn't have been just the bubbly, he thinks, that golden smear of memory eluding recapture in his mind's eye. He doesn't smoke, not anymore, so not that stuff everyone was touting as a miracle fix for fatigue... but also, does he know what time it even is? Or day? What's up with this place?
Lighter's skin twinges at the flicker of softness across it. His body's all dulled now, but there are flashes of remembrance in it, what it's like to feel tickled. He snorts quietly. ]
Getting socked in the head's a little more straightforward. [ He stills. ] Usually.
[ Pulling his head up from the pillows, he catches a glance of his partner, brows furrowing in thought. A Thiren? ]
( seeing that frown was enough to move reira to stand up and approach the woman with the kitten in her hands. she held the feline up to the other's face, in an effort to cheer her up. )
Don't frown, you'll get wrinkles and make this kitten sad.
( in a way, weren't they all [kittens included] just trapped here? maybe they could focus on something else for the time being. )
Well I guess while we find out what's really going on here, we could get to know each other? I'm Layla Serizawa, and you?
[ There is a very real possibility she could rip her dress, and it's no small miracle she hasn't yet, or even got this far with the motorcycle without winding up pinned beneath it. She only has her brute strength to thank for that, but cute cat ears (sorry, Texas) makes her an offer she is taking very, very seriously.
If she lets someone else drive it, maybe she can pick up on how to control it herself, and she can stop worrying about this pesky dress. The real question is... ]
Really? [ ... ] Are you still going to pay me for it?
[ Pay her for the opportunity to drive her motorcycle somewhere? Can't blame a girl for trying in this economy (which she is wholly responsible for getting herself into). ]
I reckon I'll knock the price down to five chips for a lovely lady like yourself!
[ Waking up in her undergarments is... not ideal. Tharja waking up in her undergarments, while another person is in the room also undressed and looking like they just woke up as well? Meaning that they were in bed together? Not great! Kind of the worst, honestly!
Because Tharja does not remember who this kid is in the slightest.
She stares at Ashe cutely munching on his bacon. ]
I'm hallucinating. Great.
[ Let her take a huge swig of that delulu juice before she accepts this reality. ]
[Yusuke has to think about it because it has never crossed his mind to watch movies here. He's alone for the bigger part of the day unless there are weird events going on or when he needs to find... company.]
I believe there are. I personally didn't look for them. [He actually bites the inside of his cheek at that.]
I am not sure how -normal- they are. Surely they have to have something entertaining. [But at this point he wouldn't be surprised if the 'entertaining' is filed under 'porn'.]
( so that's what he meant by assuring her that they hadn't had sex-
not that the sexual nature of this place escaped her. that much she had noticed and while she just took it as this place being rather liberal more than anything, things were starting to make sense. no wonder all the games seemed to revolve around sex.
while she had a number of questions, she knew it would be impossible to have it all answered and explained for. all she could do was sigh at his explanation, a self-soothing effort to relieve herself of her stress. )
Well now this all makes sense...I ran into a girl earlier who seemed so confused by everything, questioning and wondering the purpose of this place. I just figured 'why not enjoy the free luxuries'....but...
( at least he was paying attention on their behalf- reira on the other hand seemed to have wandering eyes, taking in the sights, sounds as they progressed like a deer in front of headlights. at the very least she was attentive to their conversation. )
Oh that's interesting...
( that's really all she could say, because she hadn't quite figured out the reality of things yet. in her mind, she figured it was probably some unique service offering in an equally unique town in the middle of a country she hadn't visited. most likely small in nature yet....they had advanced technology somehow?
but before she could dive further into that, they were nearing the waitress and she smiled at him softly before answering. )
Well they aren't anything out of this world....in fact this entire place seems pretty familiar to what I've seen before. I'm just more surprised by all the sex going around, right? Now that isn't so common in my world.
[Her fingers go idly, slowly over the scalp of his head, all the way to the back and finally resting on the nape of his neck.]
I think it suits you, [her head tilts a little as she answers, the kiss on her cheek making her skin flush with warmth,] and if that's your preference, then I think I'll suit you too.
[She doesn't push him away or pull away from the kiss, on the contrary- with her hand placed on the nape of his neck, she pulls him in for a firmer, heated kiss, her body turning to him to accommodate it.]
while a less destructive method of freeing themselves would have been preferred, the more time they spend in this car the more likely something else will go awry beyond simple flashing lights and shifts in musical genre.
at least the answer to sunday's question is far more straightforward and simple. )
Myself. I possess some proficiency in manipulating the element of water. ( to put things lightly. ) You may wish to stand back.
( while he prepares to water gun them both out of here. the car lets out another sorrowful honk-whine and shuts all the lights off. )
I'm saying that you can also be a little selfish here and there. It is not a crime to have personal time of any kind as someone who is also living and breathing. [Wriothesley replies back with ease, giving the other a look accompanied with a chuckle.]
Well, I can also say that this place, for it's issues, also has been more pleasant that I expected. I would still keep your wits about you and know that there's no avoiding what the resort wants from us, but it isn't all that bad either. For what it's worth, the resort does let us do as we please within reason and the amenities of this place is good. [His mouth quirks into a lopsided smile.] And my personal opinion is that sex is quite enjoyable. If we are to play a game, we might as well enjoy it, right?
[Wriothesley is no stranger to making use of what is at his disposal after all. In prison, anything could be bought with credit coupons. In that same breath, one could do anything to make them too. The concept here is not so dissimilar to him.] I would say, more so, to just consider this place with an open mind. To make yourself miserable in this place offers very little favor to you. You do not have to agree with its machinations to still want to try and live as comfortably as possible.
( quite the words, for what his demeanor says a moment later. cute, he thinks, and something in his smile softens. it's a little bit like bullying, and aventurine may be many things, but cruel has never been one of them - not willingly, not without reason, not for anything that isn't self-defense.
so in spite of the roll, aventurine doesn't do anything just yet, nothing besides resting an arm on rude's shoulder, the tip of his fingers gentle against his nape. it's a particular touch that could, unfortunately for rude, almost be seen as intimate - the intimacy kind of intimate. )
Not ready for that? I won't force you. It's just a game, my friend. Your life shouldn't be bound by the roll of a die.
[ Oh. There are probably few people who Stelle should take more care to not ambush than Feixiao, and for a moment, she stands stock-still, like she's been caught with her hand in the cookie jar. Is the jig up? Is this all some kind of weird mass dream? Or would her dreams put Feixiao in something so revealing?
(Okay, probably, yes.)
After a moment, Stelle blinks rapidly, her gaze drawing up and away from Feixiao's state of dress (or undress), instead looking past her to the dark interior of the car. Hey, is that booze? ]
General Feixiao! Just the person I was hoping to find. [ Never mind she was accusing her of being a thief five seconds ago. ] We're in some kind of big garage? Something about a peacock being out of rooms...and there's a thief on the loose. Have you seen them?
[ She just skipped over all the important details...but to be fair, Stelle only half-listened to the valet in the first place. ]
[ Lighter makes A Face. A expression that middles out somewhere between harrowing and grim determination. ]
Hey, that's a mean joke. Think there's a bartering system? Someone's gotta want this... [ He ticks his finger with the offending garment on it. ] ...thing, surely.
[ Or else it wouldn't be on the wheel? Man, he doesn't have enough info on how debauched these people get, though he can take a wild guess that not all of it for irony's sake. Sighing from his nose at his options, wondering if he's really gonna get wiped out by some kind of fine print in a place like this (endless prizes are surely fake, even with things like "cucumber" and "gun" among the winnings), he flicks a glance aside at the handcuffs.
If possible, his expression turns even more dire, though still somewhat obscured by his stupid shutter shades. ]
Oh? It's your first time waking up next to someone like me?
( her voice is flirtatious, but it was clear her nudity was overstaying its welcome. so she rose up, setting the piece of toast to the side for now. she pulled on the bedsheet and wrapped herself around it as she began to venture around the room to find something to better wrap herself up.
in the meantime, she remained attentive to his words. )
Hmm? So this isn't your first rodeo huh? It's starting to sound like to me we were all kidnapped after all, even if they've been strangely kind about it.
( now she's bent over in front of a closet, pulling forth a bath robe. )
( unless he was outright being rude to her, she would take his words in stride and view it as an act of kindness. much like his effort to help her stand up-
immediately through the teary eyes, she took his hand and rose up. as she dusted herself off and rubbed her eyes, she turned to him to give him a curious expression. )
Right now? I....
( he was asking her for this, wasn't he? if she could keep her sadness at bay and entertain others, then she would do it. with a new resolve in mind, she held his hand gently and nodded. )
Okay I can do it, and show everyone what I'm known for.
(any other time this might have been leaning towards tentative and not cellinia actually touching lappland. but she did anyway, she touched her. kissed her hard, even. because she did want to do that against her and her better judgment. since lappland didn't pull away, she comes closer, close enough to be in her lap. maybe pretend that her hands weren't reaching to pull that nightgown down (no, not pretend, she's more fixated on kissing) along her shoulders. by far, lappland is the easier one to undress between them. texas had more layers, between the vest, her cape, those pants and her dress shirt. something better suited for a carnevale than a party like the one she was to be forced into when they're done.
but that's something to worry about in the future, that future being whenever she's not lip locking with her friend and enemy. she's still not the greatest at this, with kissing. she's still trying even with her tongue licking at lappland's lips between each of them to taste her. she's pretending. half pretending that this did not make her suit worse in some of the things she was feeling, the other half wanting to strip down and let out some of those feelings she's had hidden away. not the whole truth (please, it's texas, she would never stop that) yet enough to make something clearer.
that she hides her own feelings too well at times, her own desires, if she withheld from touching lappland or going past handholding as they grew older in brunello for that long in what rarer instances she can remember of that much.
the kiss is starving, teetering into being a mess. how can she get this hungry for someone she claims she didn't trust, that she claimed she couldn't while saying all those things hurtful things? that's better off left unanswered. if not now, then maybe never out loud. she's understood too well that they're doomed, and there isn't any other way around it. and by doomed, she means they'll never be normal about this. perhaps never even get that far knowing one of them terminal and the other is....a coward more than she wants to admit. likes to admit, truly.)
( it says a lot perhaps that he was out of it enough to not pay much heed to the little watch-thing, but more than that, how big each of the vehicles is here. for what reason? maybe he should be paying more attention? his breaths shudder in his lungs as always they do, thin tiny whispers of irregularity and he decides worrying too much will get him nowhere. he has something more interesting to focus on and less nebulous, after all.
the tiger print is almost cute. or maybe that's just the undefeated (?) champion. he doesn't have to look closely to feel the curious stray energy lighter always seems to wear. like a secret ripple effect of something long ago. if they were closer, maybe he would be comforted by that familiarity; maybe not. well.
if nothing else, he looks good, but that's not going to make him feel better so harumasa keeps that comment to himself (for now.) how he slides back against the leather is very easy to construe as lethargic instead of anything else, and the tilt of his head is closer to come-hither than discomfort or strain. but this is a person who knows very well the importance of an act is the consistency of all the nuances. he hums. )
Th —
( ?
harumasa could go for his own door but instead he leans across lighter's lap to reach for his, the silk of his robe a generous drape away from his body but maybe that's too easy when there's so much fabric to begin with. a slight nudge of the car handle confirms what he thought he heard. briefly, harumasa's brows knit.
then he retreats, briefly pressing his hand to lighter's thigh to steady himself before then turning to reach to try his own door to find...the same thing. )
...I don't feel any levels of ether typical to the Hollows. Just...
( a soft laugh. well. just himself. but he's not the one playing with the car mechanisms nor transporting them in their sleep into nothing but dressing gowns. )
But it's nice to know you like my apartment. I do try.
( clearly meant to be taken as a joke; even if it's not a joke. he does try, while also wanting his apartment back home not to have too much in case of the inevitable. less clean up. all that.
a slight shiver runs through him but what's one to expect with the given attire. it doesn't occur to him yet that the car itself is slowly getting colder. the SUV is so big he can walk around in it, at least, diamond littered silk trailing behind him like a train, belted though it is. in the too dim light (does it not get brighter???), any glint of illumination is a spark of brightness.
well outfitted luxury limos aren't even in his wheelhouse. he's still a cop. he's just a cop with a fanclub. ...never mind. point being, as he covers his mouth to cough briefly, he then forces a lighthearted laugh. )
I'd say at least it isn't a Hollow, but we actually know what to do with those.
[ If she feels anything like how he was feeling earlier, then yeah, he understands the bad attitude. As much as he tries to recall the events of the evening, he really can’t, but he really hopes he treated this lady nice because wow, what a babe. He’s not even making an attempt to hide his staring, even when she covers herself, and he stands from his seat, gesturing her to stay put. He drags out a long wolf whistle. ]
Damn, you’re a hottie, you know! Look, don’t worry too much about your clothes, I’ll find them for ya. I bet your head hurts too, give me a second, babe.
[ Thus, he makes a beeline towards the remaining hang over remedy, picking up the pain killers and a bottle of water before making his way back over to Angelika. ]
There’s no rush to get outta bed, either. Take your time.
[Does Loki look like someone who really cares? Normally, he would’ve left Panty well alone, but he’s stuck sitting at this table so he might as well have a little fun while he’s here.]
BDSM shit?
[Loki pauses for a moment and then begins to laugh. She’s going to fit in just fine if that’s the kind of conclusion she jumps to simply because he wants some seasoning for himself.]
That is hardly my intention, though if properly motivated, I bet I could show you a thing or two.
[Smiling widely, he waits for whatever it is she is going to do in retaliation. He might not know her, but he’s met her type before. Hel, he’s been her type before. When she empties the salt into his food, he doesn’t react noticeably, but there is another flash of green that results in their plates changing spots so that her food is now in front of him and vice versa.
This is too much fun now. He continues to smile as he tries out her food.]
(dabbled? good to know. then again, her own she did play was rarely with the children at the house of the hearth. from time to time she was wind up involved (it isn't that often) in playing some manner of games with them. mainly cards, but dice games were something she hadn't touched upon that often. tharja seems to handle that heat well, is something the knave thinks to herself. the burn of it is like a fiery caress of the skin from those twisted hands. slow, deliberate in how she made sure it lingers.
flirting through it, seems like. they're supposed to make it "sexy" as the game master and others would have said. which means a little flirting won't quite hurt. or maybe a lot of flirting once she withdraws her hand. oh, she's definitely noticed she hid that exhale. her smile is small, despite herself. the bottomless depth of her eyes are all on tharja, the intensity of them strong and threatening to engulf those unfortunate to be on the wrong side of the knave.
and then....oh. suck nipple? a brow raises. normally she wouldn't have expected more forward options, but she muses that they might as well get this over with. her tie is tugged open and she unbuttons the vest and dress shirt underneath deftly. revealing that pale skin and what looks to be other markings running down the center of her chest, beneath her breasts along her ribs. how many marks did this woman have? that's the bigger mystery from this bloodline given curse.)
It's similar for me, except any games I played were with children. Nothing adult about them, just card games, and rarely they would ask to play with normal dice.
(she doesn't seem fazed for someone who had to undo her bra in a semi-public space for another woman. she could be masking it, could not be. shame must not be something she's used to having in a sense.)
( Oh, Leon knows that look. It's the same look he's had on his own face more than a few times since being here, and he genuinely feels for this guy. Either he's new or he's in the same boat as Leon - struggling to get used to how everything in this place works even after a few months. Whatever the case may be, he can sympathize.
He lowers his hand, keeps the cuffs dangling from his fingers as his attention lingers on that little garment. There's probably someone who might barter, but... )
Barter in this place? I wouldn't get my hopes up. ( His arm comes up again, but only so he can tilt his wrist, showing the countdown on his own watch. ) But we've got a few hours to figure it out, at least.
( The frown he turns back on that wheel as he glances past the other man says he isn't hopeful. )
You gonna spin again?
( And, as if they're actually a lucky charm, he offers out the cuffs. )
[The outfit Wriothesley had on was very distracting. Ashe did his best not to ogle him, but it was hard not to stare when he looked so good! Okay, okay, he could focus on playing the game even though his cheeks were burning. He moved closer, until he was practically in Wriothesley's lap, placed his hands on his shoulders and pressed a few soft kisses on his neck. Wriothesley was so warm and there was so many places he could kiss his neck that he ended up trying to give him as many kisses as he could before he leaned away with a shy smile.]
Um, I know that was more than one kiss I hope that was okay.
[Ashe looked over at the rolls.] I see Caress Ass [He really hopes he'll be able to survive these games.]
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