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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!
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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[ What a brilliant solution that Beowulf has not thought of (cause again, not a single thought) but he was mentally preparing to lay on the smooth butter with a girl who seems annoyed about this whole situation; the solution for a round 2 so maybe they can actually enjoy themselves. He really doesn't like it when people are mad at him, so if he did something last night to offend her, he definitely wants to make up for it and had expected a sleepy morning with him tending to every need to help her recover from being hung over. It may be atypical for a celebrity to think that way, but here we are.
Apparently tending to her needs is something else in this context, and he's DTF, as always, because why wouldn't he be? His eyes do follow her pointing, and he looks a little shy for just split second. ]
[ it's both being more productive than two antagonistic strangers who woke up together strictly need to be, but walking around helps make him feel less like he's collapsing in on himself from his hangover.
in the meantime, he's settled on some blend of two tea tins, measuring it out into steepers with an almost careless ease. ]
Wait until I'm not handling a pot of boiling water.
[ if he's going to try and suffocate him with a muffin, at least do it after the burn risk is out of range. he pours out the tea into two mismatched, hotel-branded mugs, then slowly eases himself down into a chair, using the table to brace his weight. ]
[ Back on the bed he goes, like a moth to a flame, and asserts his arm right around Angelika's waist. He's been with this type of women before (mind you, they are one of his favorites) and he's practically purring when he opens his mouth to talk again. ]
You had a little bit of taste of the Wulf and now you want more. That also happens a lot, so I'm not surprised.
[ angelika there is still time to tap out, sometimes it isn't worth it, but if she's into idiots with big cocks, then.. maybe so.. ]
[ there are a lot of compartments, a lot of little nooks and crannies where some keys might be hidden. but at the same time, there are an equal number of buttons that look pretty pressable to him. would they work with the car not running? he doesn't know but it never hurts to try. maybe after he digs around for a while. ]
Yeah, there's a lot to go through. [ vocalizing his thoughts out loud, as best as he can. ] You think someone would really leave their keys inside their car?
[ maybe if they had a spare set they'd take with them. doesn't seem particularly smart, if someone were to try to steal it. but he opens a few of the side ones by the wheel finding nothing except many, many condoms. nik-l-nip sized lube bottles. ]
Oh! I think I got something. [ a small key fob. little buttons he can press on them. when he hits the one with an open padlock, he laughs tiredly. ]
Should be open... come on in.
[ and then he accidentally taps another and the car starts up, blaring loud 70s disco music. behind him, a tiny ball starts to spin as lights begin to twinkle all inside of the car. 🪩 ]
(damn it, this is torture, isn't it? torture, it's painful. that ache is there, and she's feeling it drive her up the wall. being turned on already from watching w closely earlier is one thing, getting turned on more by the teasing and being somewhat trapped is another thing. texas has speed, but w has more tricks up her sleeve than that. which makes the idea of a "challenge" between them interesting. like now with their patience.
one has more than enough, the other is excellent at self-restraint when she needs to be. such as now, even if she did feel that urge to rut up against w's mouth.
not that she could, those hands stopping her were enough to. the whine that leaves her, it's closer to an animal than a human in the pitch to it. though it's low, it's high enough it's heard. fuck. she's got more than enough heat running through her, all the way down to that cunt of hers that's dripping plenty. the grip on her thighs is telling her she needs to keep playing; she can say it herself that she likes the risk (more and more) and that little back and forth between them.
it's dangerous, but that's the way she likes it. give her danger, a lot of it. that little beast inside of her might never go away in its demand for this, because that's what also helps her feel alive. that risk, that danger. texas can admit as much to herself while breathing harshly, face flushed and that wild look in her eyes only growing. demanding. it wants to lash the fuck out, but texas won't allow that. not whenever there's a time and place for that to happen. that makes it less fun if she did cave to those instincts now.
too early. but not too early for her to feel herself being pushed to the limit in that urgency she's feeling. the teasing of her fingers running along her thighs, telling her what she wants to do and won't until texas answers. maybe she'd look good covered in bruises and teeth, looking like she just got out of a fight with some manner of burdenbeast or clawbeast. it's only fitting for the last texas who left behind everything that she could in siracusa.)
Rough me up.(she sighs it out, the growl underlying her voice is guttural. loud and hungering like those amber eyes of hers. if she didn't know any better, maybe texas would have thought she's a bitch in heat from the feeling she's getting.) Come on, I need it badly. I want you to fuck me hard, merc, because if I have to wait any longer I'm going to go crazier. (that magic wand can honestly sit in the trash for all texas cares after earlier, this is much better. way better than getting off with toys in her own time.
so she'll purr it out how she is, in guttural sounds and growls. snarls of teeth, wildness edging into her expression just enough to suggest that she's not willing to back down from a challenge herself. as she said earlier to herself, her grandpa didn't raise a quitter. much less a granddaughter who was doing something that would make him and her father turn in their graves had the corpses not be burned in the manor.)
[he takes that tirade in stride, at least. he's heard worse about more sensitive subjects, it's sort of a funny change of pace to hear this much about his cig habit. stupid and selfish, huh...]
Sheesh, tell me how you really feel about 'em, bud. If they manage to get me, I'll take that as a half-decent end-- 'til then, everybody's got their own version of stress relief.
[we all get through life in our own way, some people just do it smelling worse than others... small tradeoffs for not losing your mind at work.
gregor plucks another card off the top, pausing as the tower trembles; it holds, for now, and he exhales a relieved little breath.]
'What bothers you the most'... [mm. this one takes a little longer, but:] Bugs. [and after just a moment-] Older sister, or younger?
[He didn't expect the man to suddenly fly off the handle and scream his head off. Maybe flinch at the bite and slap a hand over his ear to rub it because it feels fucking weird. But he does none of these things, instead sits with a calm expression on his face and a side-eye glance as annoying as it is piquing. Either he's used to this kind of thing, or has some training in handling bullshit situations. Including physical ones.
Until the very end. Bakugo scoffs as he leans back, lips quirking at the corner. So someone does get started after all. It wasn't called for, but now he's fucking smug about his choice.]
I'll remember that. [And heads back to his seat, slouching down into it and bracing his shin against the edge of the table. A quick nudge sends the dice rolling towards Kizuna's side to take a turn.] Go for it.
[ there's no touch of his fingers in her hair for her to go off on, but that's fine—his voice is more than plenty. normally, he'd be the one coaxing those same sounds from her, distracting her with his touch and his mouth that she often can't hear him in the midst of it. but there's nothing preventing her from hearing him this time, and each little gasp and moan goes straight to her cunt, only sharpening the ache from earlier.
by the time she makes her leisurely way back up to the head, she finally takes it between her lips, suckling lightly while tonguing the slit, picking up the taste of his desire that'd gathered there. her hands leave him momentarily to slide along his legs, pressing them back down from where they'd risen against her sides; a wordless request for him to remain still. only after he lowers them does she take more of him into her mouth, reaching a third of the way down his cock before pulling back up to lavish the head with more attention. she repeats that for a while, getting a little lower each time until she reaches the base, pulling off completely to stroke him with her hand. ]
How are you doing? [ her voice is low, husky, and maybe she shouldn't expect him to carry a conversation at this point, but she likes the way his voice sounds strained with arousal. ] Are your wrists all right?
[ the first thing he notices is that he's got a headache. this wouldn't be the strangest thing to happen if he also didn't have a sneaking suspicion that he's not in his usual room. he's not wearing his normal bedtime clothes (read: none). and what tops the cake isn't the icing, but the sound of someone softly chewing behind him. that when leona begins to sit up, he has to focus on keeping himself steady and not let the room begin to spin.
what the hell did he eat? drink?? ]
... you're just gonna eat anything you find? You crazy or somethin'?
[ his ears are flat. the flattest.... he is feeling generally flat right now. ]
[ ... My, his partner sure does have energy. Well telegraphed, too; even Midnight can see that he's irritated. As far as Midnight's concerned, though, he's done nothing wrong. He inclines his head politely. ]
Well, my apologies. I'm not familiar with your species, but if you say you're farther along in your maturity cycle, I'll trust you.
[ Midnight inclines his head even deeper, offering one of the tips of his very long ears. ]
Though I will say that you seem agitated... Regardless of age, I never like to play games with unwilling opponents. Takes the fun right out of the concept, really. Let me know if I can help reassure you, in that sense.
[ That being said, Midnight's pain tolerance is pretty high; he does wince comically, crying out, but unless his opponent puts a touch of superhuman strength into it, Midnight really will play up the humor aspect, with a cartoonish pout and a kick in the air to top it off. He's an entertainer at heart, and pain is funny! ]
[ w's eyes roll like well-shaken dice. imagine needing to take a breather after getting body slammed and threatened with grievous bodily injury and stuffed with questionable explosive charges and fucked to spasmodic abandon with materials that definitely aren't body safe! obviously w would have such a wayyyy easier time if it was her — but lappland will probably give her an opportunity to prove it soon enough, won't she? it's what w would do, were the roles reversed. what a wonderful cycle of violence it is.
it's good that she can't honestly tell the difference between fear and excitement anymore. it just melds into one very satisfying thrill as w tugs lappland's head forward and squats down to peer at her face. ]
The aftertaste takes forever to go away.
[ w should know, she's been huffing the stuff for as long as she can remember. that mouthy little rhodes island medic told her four years ago that she'd be dead in two if she kept on like this. but lappland apparently doesn't have her roach-like apocalyptic resilience, so w digs into the hinge of her jaw and licks some of the ash off her tongue to entice her to drool out the rest. the pad of her thumb swipes beneath lappland's scarred eye, collecting tears.
she drums jauntily on lappland's back while she waits for her to cough the rest up, smirking preciously. ]
You can think of it like a souvenir just for you. Anybody else, they aren't tasting much anymore.
[He pushes his chair back a little, in part to make a show of making room for the next round of their game to take place, and in part to keep up his effortless act.]
And what makes you think you've got something I want?
[It's a subtle, but deliberate, shifting of words he uses — not need, but want. It's the difference between the two of them at present, as he's effortlessly delineated it: he knows he's got something she needs, and that always means an advantage.]
[Akira has certainly not been here long enough to distrust the food he has been given. besides, it's good! sweets aren't really his thing, but for some reason, these bonbons are hitting the spot this morning]
Only if "crazy" is suddenly a synonym for "hungry."
[. . .]
[also don't mind the way his gaze casually flickers towards those ears, openly curious. huh. . .!]
[ at the press of clorinde's palms to his thighs, tseng obediently lowers them to the mattress again, although he can't help the way his muscles tense and his legs shift slightly when she begins to swirl her tongue luxuriously around the head of his cock, already wet with precum and achingly hard. he stares, transfixed, as her lips part around the girth of him, and as she begins to bob her head to take more and more with each pass, tseng finds his own breath coming quicker, blood throbbing in his veins to make him all the more sensitive to every single touch.
he feels half-crazy by the time she pulls back off of him, and it takes a moment for tseng to find the coherence to respond to her question. ]
They're fine, [ he gathers his voice to say, tugging lightly at the restraint as if to indicate that all is well. he's not even chafing, that's how well she'd tied him. ] But Shiva, Clorinde, your mouth... I think I might lose my mind.
[ there's honesty in his tone and a touch of reverence too, the obvious admiration tseng has for her and his attraction to her mixed with his awe at this new situation they've found themselves in. ]
[You know who doesn't take kindly to waking up in a strange place away from home, even though it's been happening to him far too often lately? This guy. The robe could be made of the finest of silk and blinged out to hell and back, but Chobe doesn't care. As consciousness comes back to him, the first thing he registers isn't the strange wolf woman's annoying rasp of a voice, but rather. . .his brother isn't here.
His eyes snap open, darting around, before snarling at Lapp, and then making the flight or fight fueled decision to fucking crash through the passenger seat window, tumbling out to the street or sidewalk outside. He's immediately assaulted with the overwhelming lights and sounds, and has no idea what the FUCK a hummer limo is, but there's a vine creeping out from beneath his robe and whipping threateningly in her direction.]
Alright, monster bitch, you better have some answers for me!
[Without hesitation, Viktor bridges the gap between their fingers without a second thought, brushing the tips of his along the underside of Eiden's. Curious and forward.
The eerie fingers are somewhat chilly to the touch; the flesh feels a bit bizarre with the rivulets in the skin. Even stranger, something primordial zips hungrily up through Eiden's hand. There's no pain; the sensation is without ethics and feels neither evil nor good.
It pulls with strong interest at Eiden's pit, if only for a second, and then it's gone. It feels like the most base, archaic form of magic. It leaves behind its footprints on Eiden's skin: ovals of cool, pearlescent stains on Eiden's fingers where Viktor had touched. They linger, but slowly begin to fade.]
I have not, but... I have been privy to many such thoughts and desires from those in the commune before.
(god's too busy letting the devil (aka her) be sexy.)
You'd be surprised.
(a tease, the environment of the resort might suit her too much. she'll still worry about her youthful charges, but that is a given. she does, despite the things she raises them for, care plenty about those children she looks after as their "father". the impromptu show aside from arlecchino's flirting mixed into her partial undressing, she can admit that the moods changing. it's getting hot and heavy now. the tension is pushing there, even as she half wonders if the game master would mind it being cut short for a break. were it to reach a certain point, that is. arlecchino doubts they'd care.
however, she's also wise enough to consider she doesn't like exposing those markings of hers around a whole crowd that can look at her whenever. they already were curious about her hands a little too much for it to be considered normal; whenever tharja comes closer, arlecchino keeps herself upright for her. maybe allowing her to come closer as needed (she's considerate enough to leave her lap open for that) since they're already sitting together.
what a mystery she is, indeed.
anyway, those bottomless eyes and the red crosses in them that almost to be glowing again are watching closely. with interest. plenty of interest, especially once her lips catch one of her nipples. it was already hardened from the cool air meeting her broiling heat, but the flame of it is something that is licking at tharja this time, for the touch and suckle of her breast.
oh. that look in her eyes might teeter into wanting more than just this game, but she wouldn't dare force something if the other party may not wish to. at least on terms of the physical, everything else is....different for business reasons while those sighs slips out of her red lips.)
Arlecchino, also....since I forgot to tell you my name before we started.
[what does being full of yourself have to do with others being poisoned?
Nova stares at the big man for a moment, then turns and picks up a deviled egg. he gives it a quick sniff, then pops the whole half into his mouth. now, he's a demon. poisons that could kill humans probably couldn't kill him. but, as far as he can tell, he's no longer on his earth anymore. who knows what types of space-poisons there are in this universe?
...but the egg tastes pretty good, and he waits a few moments, not feeling anything weird. not even a gurgle in his stomach, aside from it wanting more food. he looks at Beowulf, again, if he's still present]
It doesn't taste poisonous. Though, there are some poisons that don't have taste. At least, that's the way it works where I come from.
[Ishmael's quick thinking makes Charlie smile before he even knows where she's going with it. This girl doesn't want to play this game, but she's the type that meets a challenge with inspiration, huh? He likes those types-
His eyes dart to her chest, brows raised and lips jutting forward. He's impressed with how... shameless she's being. Or maybe it'd be more polite to say this is 'pragmatic' behavior. Very responsibly and completely rationally shoving her tits at him, sure.
Her freckles are cute. A fond crinkle forms at the corner of Charlie's eyes.] You.
You're thinkin'! [He points at her with the designated finger, then towards his head.] You got good ideas. Yeah, you'll do well here. [He sounds a little like a letch, but it's praise?
After running his mouth, Charlie reaches forward to press his finger into Ishmael's collarbone. He traces along it, the texture of freckled skin beneath, to trail down her sternum and then dip between her breasts. His fingers fan out, careful to hover over the actual swell of her chest and only run the one finger between them.
When he finishes his fingers curl slowly inward. That was nice.] Let's see if you can make the next one as pleasant, eh?
[ he's going to need someone to watch his mouth and his paws... unfortunately not even leona's relatively decent sniffer can't catch whatever they sometimes lace the food and drink with. but usually? there's some kind of warning. if akira decided to gamble (appropriate for the setting), then....... he's really bwave..... ]
Mm. It's not.
[ now he is turning so that he can face akira. he hasn't uncovered himself just yet. the feeling of actually wearing something is only slightly annoying; at least they put a tailhole into the pajama pants. ]
dan heng's brows lift in mild surprise, however, and for a moment he is confused, before he notes the stiffness of his own posture. ah. clearing his throat, he nods, glancing briefly away, then back again. ]
I will. If something is too intimidating, I will be sure to let you know.
[ how kind this man is, to consider his feelings like this. that warmsmile puts him at ease. ]
Honestly, I don't think there's anything you'd be willing to do to me that I couldn't handle... but just in case, I'll say 'red' if I want you to stop, okay?
[ She leans back on the couch, letting her legs spread naturally. Her underwear is in the way at the moment, but it could easily be pushed to the side if necessary. ]
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