【 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.
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▶ 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!
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[ ...this truly is far more awkward for her than it is for him, isn't it. Archer is silent as her reaction unfolds in front of him, and it is very obvious this young lady had nothing to do with their present predicament. And that she seem to feel far more compromised than he does.
Archer pulls back from her as well, making sure to give her space. His robe at least covers him better (and he tries to re-arrange it at least somewhere), but hers...something will have to be done about that.
He puffs out a quiet breath. ]
Nor are they mine. And I would apologize as well, but I think neither of us have chosen to be here.
[ And certainly not in such a state of...undress. A long, red jacket materializes out of thin air, and he offers it to her. ]
[ Hmph! It's pretty-subpar as far as introductions go, but whatever.
Fuuta still looks ornery because he always looks ornery, but at least the furrow in his brow eases off just a fraction as he gives a quiet huff. Partially mollified He's always easily pacified whenever people actually listen to him. ]
Kajiyama Fuuta.
[ And then a slight cant of the head, eyes narrowed. He'll give that question he'd been asked some consideration, but he has something else to address first: ]
The hell's a courtesy name. It better not be a fake name. You know, it's rude pulling shit like that. [ The irony of him ever accusing other people of being rude ... ]
[ now seated, she doesn't seem in any particular rush to leave. seems the chocolate has managed to smooth down some of her frayed nerves, but it probably also doesn't hurt to suddenly find oneself with a very willing attendant. she takes the pills and water with a soft murmur of thanks, her cat-like eyes never once leaving him as he flutters about to wait on her. her meager attempt at modesty is also cast aside in favor of that bottle of water, though it isn't as if her hair wasn't long enough to fall in such a way so as to still give some semblance of decency... but she seems far less preoccupied with it now, as if his promise of finding her clothes was suitable enough for the time being.
for now, she seems content to watch him over the rim of the bottle lid that she keeps hovering just over her lips. it helps to hide the faint twist of amusement in them. ]
What are your thoughts on what happened last night? Surely you must have some.
[ he doesn't shrug her off, a fact they are both well aware he's capable of given their sheer difference in size, but angelika isn't quite so foolish as to not recognize when she is merely being humored. still, she does not lighten her hold on his arm, gentle as it is to begin with. ]
I don't need decadence, just a reprieve.
[ she doesn't bother to respond to his taunt; it's quite obvious she's aware she hasn't any business slipping into a space like that — not alone, anyway. whether or not this man will provide that option for her remains to be seen, but she hasn't quite yet figured out what could possibly sway him. slowly, she lifts her eyes to his, searching. ]
We could help each other, if you'd tell me what it is you need.
[ She glances down skeptically at her own trouser leg, unsure if she's going to really want to roll the leg up... or take them off... in order to get this thing on. ]
Uh-
[ Hold on - just hold on - her brain is misfiring a bit as Lappland is suddenly talking about putting it on her. Ahem. ]
[ His bedmate certainly has faith in him to have really any thoughts in general, but things could be worse instead of Angelika bagging a himbo last night. He could be not only arrogant but also an asshole, so thankfully he isn't a jerk.
Well. Not intentionally, at least. ]
'Bout what? The whole.. kidnapped and put in a bathrobe or deal, or do you mean..
[ He gestures one finger into a hoop of other fingers, like so. 👉👌 ]
'Cause I'll be honest, toots, I can't remember a damn thing. Waking up next to a stranger just sorta happens with me.
[sooner rather than later, he'll gather up his courage and give him a hug, a more proper greeting in his opinion, considering the one he'd given wasn't all that great. it's just that they're under the table and, knowing their luck, someone will crack their head or something while they're trying to embrace. so, it really is just a ‘better safe than sorry’ sort of situation.
being promiscuous is one of the four thousand plus rules the lan clan has but, if wei wuxian were to ask, he'd be truthful and tell him that he's been hooking up with different people throughout his world travels because each world he's been to has encouraged intimacy in some form or another. however, he would also be able to admit that, despite this, he's found particular people that he keeps going back to rather than continuing to just pile up a body count.
the laugh makes him smile lightly though it's gone as quickly as it'd come once what he said sinks in. there's the pause and sizhui bites the inside of his cheek, hoping that he didn't say too much, even if it doesn't seem like that's the problem.
honestly, it doesn't seem like there's a problem at all? wei wuxian seems curious still and while curiosity killed the cat, satisfaction brought it back and all that.]
It depends. Sometimes I'm a puca with rabbit ears and a puffball tail and antlers. Another time I might be a dragon with horns and a long, scaly tail. [a beat so he can consider how to respond, but then he figures the explanation is just continuing to be straightforward.] It came with my gemstone, a part of being gembonded, as they called it.
[ A spark as glimmering stone makes over opaque flint. A spark, but not something that catches fire. Only something that reflects, serene as moonlight instead.
If only he could do more than sieve, maybe this would be a different story.
Kizuna adjusts to the presence of her body against his as if he was meant for it, steps backwards into the thrum of people carving the way for the billow of lace as it fans with his movement. Already swaying, contemplative in its half-twirl — he's borrowing a little bit from the resort's staff, those who know how to dance and meant to unearth wallflowers from their little gardens. Out of their heads into their feet, as they say.
He can't promise he's the same, but he is a fair multitasker. His heartbeat measures beneath the exacting draw of her fingertips. ]
It seems I've taken you too lightly. [ For once, Kizuna actually seems to consider a threat in earnest. ] Allow me to apologize.
[ Craning low, his nose brushes the smoke of her veils, he smiles inwards, pointed, before lifting his head and glancing aside towards the dancefloor. ]
After this dance, would you consider being my date for the night?
[ "the order of becoming one" needs a moment to sink in as he looks at his hand for a beat longer before he reaches just a bit as though to touch his fingertips. eiden is too easy a read, more curious than concerned, used to the way this place ebbs and flows with guests of all kinds.
[ Red sputters - but the cat does make her smile a little and she gives it a little chuck under the chin with her finger and then she sighs. OK, OK. She'll cheer up a little. ]
Let me worry about my own wrinkles, OK? But... yeah. I'll be aright.
the water bottle gets set on the bedside table with a decided thump. (how did it even make such a noise, half-empty as it was??) ]
I see I've overestimated.
[ about what? his ability to remember where she also could not, or just in general his capacity for thought?
both, probably.
well, then, there's not much else to it, is there? as the saying goes, when life gives you lemons...
angelika lifts a hand, pointing towards beowulf's crotch. ]
Does that actually do something, or is it all for show?
[ when life gives you a himbo, why not fuck his brains out while you've got him? if angelika is going to be made to feel the miserable aftereffects of a wild night, she's going to damn well at least make sure she's earned it. ]
[ For all his bristling and yapping, at least Fuuta's aggression burns out fast. It doesn't hurt, either, that Beowulf tries to assuage him instead of snapping back at him; anything that he can construe as a 'win' is enough to cool his temper.
Though he'd briefly sat forward, shoulders raised and posture tensed like a bristling cat, Fuuta relaxes a smidge as soon as he hears those gentle words. And when Beowulf leans in, he leans back warily, eyes narrowed. After another moment of cautious staring, he gives a soft 'hmph' and looks away. ]
... I'm not mad. It's just annoying when people make assumptions about me. [ The bed creaks when he crawls over to blearily poke through the remainders of the hangover kit and breakfast trays. -- ugh, the sex toy (a bright pink knobbly dildo) gets tossed side, and Fuuta squints at the other boxes of pills. ] S'not like I'm unreasonable or anything. ... I get how confusing it is ending up here. It sucks.
[ A pause as he glances over the ravaged remains of the breakfast trays, then looks back to Beowulf. ]
[ Oh my god Hamel you can't say that, he's going to get such a big head about it ... Hamel might feel bad that he has to 'assist' her, but that comment earns a blink from him, before he gives a small huff. Sounding ... weirdly a little satisfied? ]
It's fine. That's just how this place is. [ Yeah. Like -- he's not going out of his way to help her? And it's not like he's hovering around her like some sort of creep? But, like. If he happens to help her out, that's fine. He doesn't mind. She clearly needs it, so. He's just doing a good thing by lending her a hand! ] And it's not a big deal anyway. Look.
[ He rolls the dice as he says that, and watches as they clatter to a halt -- 'TICKLE' 'KNEE'. ]
See? It's random, so most of the results are going to be dumb.
[ Fuuta gives a loud, dismissive scoff before leaning forward. He's just going to assume that such a stupid, childish prompt is fine to act out, so -- he doesn't ask for permission before reaching forward and grazing his fingertips over her knee. ]
[ Trust her buddy, it's a compliment. Mayou shrugs off Joshua's hand without comment but takes the hint to settle down a little, restraining herself to very focused scrutiny instead. It's... not much better. She can get a little bit intense about these kinds of things, to put it very, very mildly. ]
Interesting. Not a spirit, then. At least not in the classical sense.
[ Parasitic (or commensalistic?), trans-dimensional, and who knows what else. Fascinating. Mayou subsides - turning over the interesting information he's neatly dropped in her proverbial lap with a thoughtful furrow in her brow. ]
I take it you've been here for some time to know that much. How long?
[ were they really duds? w's pretty sure she's just seen a wolf explode, felt the blast run molten down her arm and soak her thighs and the hem of her dress, watched her twitch like a crushed and dying insect in her arms. it's mission accomplished honestly — sometimes w even impresses herself.
she coos softly, almost-but-not-quite apologetically: ]
Awww. I can't risk a solid plug or I would have given you the moneyshot. It's nothing personal, I swear.
[ that bomb will turn to ash in her throat, probably not made of the kind of stuff you'd wanna swallow, though she supposes it doesn't matter in this specific case. it's really difficult to miss the now glistening oripathy lesions on lappland's thigh, even harder not to dream of igniting them, of feeling that explosive release of tension where they root into bone, a possibility she can't even allow herself to contemplate because in a manic enough mood it's obvious that neither of them would think better of it.
just as it's obvious that that meddling old hag has probably been keeping them well off each other's radar for a good reason, but anyway. ]
I really was serious about the dress, though.
[ it's good and filthy, worse now that w's delighting in digging every last splashing pulse of come out of her. she doesn't care if lappland can't cross her legs for a week, her fingers twist and curl and rake down her walls until there's a pool gathering at her heels and all she can rattle out of lappland anymore is those full-body tremors.
she's also not too concerned with whether or not lappland's legs work. it just makes it easier for w to shove her down to kneel in her own slippery mess, and if she can't get her bearings on w's time, she guesses she can grip lappland by the hair until she does. more importantly, w's hips rock forward so lappland can take a good look at what she's done to her tights. ]
Now you gotta clean this shit up. No way I'm going back out there reeking of wolf nut, put that nasty mouth to good use.
Nope, but then I don't know how we ended up here, unless the doors in the back started growing legs.
[there'd been the one that led into the outskirts, before. it's not like it would be completely impossible to end up outside the city, just that normally-- he remembers what led up to being in any given place, you know?
gregor sighs as he helps to look around the party bus's interior, crouching down to peek under a few of the seats.]
He's pleasantly surprised that Rufus knows him well enough to hit that nail on the head. Both he and Tseng (and occasionally Reno) have his unquestioning loyalty, yet his partner seems to abuse that power more often than the other two.]
Then I can participate in the little games. [And in the meanwhile make sure Rufus is safe and taken care of, and Tseng has back up should he ever need it. He's lucky the two of them arrived ahead of him to ease his adjustment period, but Rude stops abruptly when Rufus speaks again.]
Sir, I could never.. With you.. That would be..
[The wiring of his brain fails in an instant when he tries to process what he might mean. Rufus is luxury and decadence personified. Rude wouldn't even know how to climb that pedestal he's put him on. They're on completely different levels.]
[he reflexively shivers a bit at the thought, immediate regret striking when he tries to picture that in his head. it's cold! that just sounds unpleasant.]
Almost sounds more like an interrogation method to me.
He knows this is all bullshit. He knows it, he knows it! So -- he fucking hates that the way Hawks tugs his collar open and tilts his head, the gleam in his eyes and curve of his lips, still sends a little frisson of something hot and electric pinging down his spine. He's not some gullible sucker, he's not about to think that anything to do with this dumb dice game is genuine! But still ...
Those conflicted thoughts earn one more moment of hestitation as Fuuta hovers in place, lips nervously pursed and eyes narrowed. Then, unwilling to look weak any longer, he leans in.
It's just one long, decisive stripe of heat that he paints up the side of Hawks' throat with the flat of his tongue. Though -- the jagged, crooked line of his teeth means, just for a moment there's the unintentional graze of something sharper touching against that sensitive skin before Fuuta pulls back.
With that embarrassing task done, Fuuta's quick to back off, hurriedly plopping himself back into his seat and bracing his elbow against the tabletop so he can rest his face in his palm, trying to mask how hot his cheeks feel. Growling sharply, "Your turn."
[Reno's eyes are pretty. It's harder to maintain his cool when he can look at him closely, touch him even. Rude leans in to kiss him, shutting him up even though he did love the way he moans.
As he moves faster, fucking Reno harder into the mattress, the bed doesn't creak but the headboard taps against the wall behind it in time with his thrusts. He already knows he's not going to last long, so he spends the last of what he has feeling over Reno's chest and thighs. Gripping him hard enough to bruise as he pulls him in with each thrust to bury himself as deep as he can go, enjoying the way his partner feels around him.]
Where do you want it? [He asks once he's close again.]
[ It's easier to give than to receive that kind of attention in her case - long story - but being mistaken as some innocent maiden as pure the driven snow likely has some considerable stake in why she seems like a little ball of contradictions. Not to say she isn't that too, obviously.
Mayou pauses, giving Jae Ha a dead-eyed stare for a solid two seconds prior to just pulling away altogether. Consider his lick privileges summarily revoked. ]
Fair enough. No reason to draw out pleasantries, I suppose.
[ If he wants the dirty dice any% speedrun experience, who is she to judge? ]
[ All in all... it's pretty cool, actually. Golden eyes flickered aside, he smiles in invitation. Kizuna can feel it, the tumult of his emotions as they search a faraway familiarity before schooling forward again. For his part, Kizuna plays the role assigned to him by circumstance — flowing cool and malleable in an effort to understand everything around him. Kizuna stages little resistance against anything, happy to lean into it with an easy affection. Even if it's being bitten by a stranger at the behest of some dice.
Easy, he thinks, shivering a little as teeth find their mark against the cool shell of his ear, sensitive skin marking quickly. What follows, though...
Being teased does have its own familiarity. His nerves flash. ]
Ah! [ Kizuna puffs a quiet laugh at the draw of tongue over the reddened skin, wriggling a little in his spot. ] Ahaha, that tickled...
[ she finds herself almost shaking as texas kisses her demandingly, a situation so surreal she can't even believe it's reality. how strange, even in her wildest dreams texas remained... distant, uncaring, maybe tolerating her advances if she touched her, maybe stomping her face into the ground in her more masochistic masturbation sessions. and funnily enough she never quite thought she'd be wanted back, after a lifetime of shadowing her and pranking her and killing for her and just about desperate to want to die for her, once upon a time. pursuing her just to be with her. telling sora to chase after her. fantasizing of hacking her friends apart cut by cut, body by body. knowing she won't actually do it. she'd given up on the idea of making texas hers but maybe she could just follow her for a while more like some lovesick puppy until she either dies or, she was slowly suspecting, give up in earnest. it could take a single carnivale to do just that.
she could just about dedicate her life until she could slowly admit she doesn't have terribly much life left, however much her life is worth. she could finally try to use it against other goals.
but the dedication and obsession might never quite leave its claws in her like sickness. if she were any more selfish she would have tried to make texas hers any time sooner or at all. even now the idea barely occurs to her until she could feel texas' hands at her nightgown, texas' body nearly crawling into her lap. she shivers hard in realization and desire, the sudden crash of it onto her. the sanity she's not supposed to have keeping her in check for so long. her hands tremble as she grips texas' top. every sickly and savage and covetous and pathetic desire she has shakes in her chest. ]
You're insane, Texas.
[ for wanting her or indulging her. or maybe texas is just hormonal or whatever. she'd accepted their relationship as friends and enemies and she told herself to be happy with that. changing this might as well just be disastrous for her if she wants any more than this. she returns the kiss with sudden vindictiveness, with a growl in her throat as her claws sink into the fabric of the masquerade outfit. if texas might play with her heart or just feel like being selfish, she'll do so too. ]
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