【 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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Most people would be thrilled to be behind the wheel of a luxury, high end roadster, but Rex was having a miserable time of it. Aside from the fact that he didn't know how to drive, the car itself was small. Being 6'4" (193cm) and broadly built, he barely fit in the seat, let alone had any room to stretch out. He tried, only for his arm to bang into the window, leading to a frustrated sound from him.
"Titan's foot! They have to have me mixed up with someone else!"
It wasn't just the car that was small either. The robe they gave him barely fit across his shoulders, didn't really cover his chest, and only came down slightly past his hips. It wouldn't take more than a gentle breeze for him to be indecent, and the car seemed to know that. If it weren't for Rex holding the bottom of his robe closed, he was sure the a/c would have exposed him to his 'roommate'.
"Where is that Valet guy?" Rex eventually asked. "He said he'd be back with clothes, but there's no sign of him. Think he forgot about us?"
B. House of Cards
It turned out that Rex cleaned up nicely. he had managed to get a decent change of clothes, and made his way into the party. He didn't throw himself into the celebration, but still took it in, having some food and drinks, and trying some of the games.
He ended up being drawn to one game in particular, where people had to dismantle a tower of cards without everything tumbling down. Of course, the added bonus of the questions intrigued him, since it allowed him a chance to gather some information. He just needed to find the proper opponent. Though, when someone did catch his eye, he called out to them.
"Hey, mate! Fancy a game?"
C. After Party
Rex was the first to wake, but didn't want to disturb the person who ended up next to, particularly since he probably didn't know them. Instead, he took the opportunity to have a quiet breakfast and enjoy some coffee, when the cloth bag caught his eye. He started to dig through it, his expression curious as he pulled out the various bottles of pills, the bottles of some kind of medicine. But as he got to the large box at the bottom, his brows furrowed as he looked at the box, only for his face to go to shock, then indignation as he read the description on the side.
It was called "The True Blade," and it was a perfect, life-sized replica of Rex's dick. Veins and all.
It was enough to make him question his sanity as he looked at the box, then down at... himself, only to look at the box again.
"What the--?!?! How did--?!?!
"When did they even measure me for this?!?!"
4. Wildcard
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It doesn't take long for Dubhshláine to wake after Rex had slid out of bed, though for a moment, all the fae does is watch him fiddling with food and drink. That is, of course, until he's basically losing his mind over the apparent state of that sex toy, at which point there's a soft giggle from the bed.
"Mmm, maybe after you fell asleep? Or when they brought you here in the first place. Hard to say!" The voice he'll hear is airy and cheerful, soft and androgynous. As they sit up, evidently unbothered by awakening in a random bed with a random stranger and seemingly not nursing any kind of ill effects from any drinking the night before, arms stretch upward languidly before drawing back down to brush hair over shoulders to pool behind them.
"Has anyone told you to go fuck yourself lately? Maybe they heard it somewhere and wanted to help." Rude.
Rex turned around to face his... roommate, glaring at him with his one good eye. "You're not helpin' there, l--" Lad? Lass? ...screw it, he'll figure that out later. "--kiddo." Annoyed, he threw the toy out the window, only for a pair of ghost hands to catch it, and toss it right back at him.
"Titan's foot!" He exclaimed, catching the box before he nearly got smacked in the face with his own dick. "What do they even expect me to do with this?"
Kiddo might be the funniest choice Rex could have gone with, as far as they're concerned. At least it's very clear by the way that absolutely impish smile remains right there on their face.
"I wasn't aware I was obligated to be helping." He's reactive and that's something they enjoy, after all. It's almost funnier than watching the toy yeet out the window, only to come right back with a vengeance. He has good reflexes, at least.
"Well," with a soft 'hup,' they slide out of the bed and onto their feet, smoothing down the nightgown they'd awakened in, "I imagine you can use it. Or ignore it, rather than rudely throwing away a no doubt painstakingly crafted gift." Excuse them just sidling up to the taller man to be absolutely unrepentantly nosy about the actual product—more to rile Rex than out of earnest curiosity. They are a little curious, though.
There's a difference between wanting to look neat and having some assholes grab and stuff you into suffocating clothes with a silk noose around your neck. Why the hell did anyone decide that was "proper" fashion for these stupid formal events? Bakugo endured the entire lot until he was out of sight of the front doors, then grabbed and yanks at his clothes until he was rearranged into a more comfortable version of the previous white and red suit.
Avoiding most of the drinks and foods at first, he loitered around the games, watching people play and getting an idea for what was interesting and what had better odds of panning out well. Slots were shit, but the roulette table seemed useful. Albeit perverted... Bakugo shoves his hands into his pockets, leading with his shoulder in a turn for the table when-
"Haa?" Someone's yelling at him? He stops on a foot and leans backwards, shoulders rounded as a scowl twists his face. Who the hell shouts at people? Couldn't this guy find a closer person? ... Tch, whatever. Start with something now throwing his money away. And finds himself standing next to the table, eyeing the cards resting atop it. What is this, card house jenga?
"You sure you're gonna make it past two cards, Broad Bull?"
Oh, good, he got himself an opponent. When the guy approached, Rex gestured at an empty seat, inviting him to sit down.
"Well, kiddo, maybe if I were some lumbering oaf," he started before grabbing his first card. He plucked it out easily, without doing much to disturb the rest of them. "But luckily I know a thing or three about using a light touch."
Of course, getting the card was only half of the game. The other half was answering the question on the card. Thankfully, this first one seemed benign. Do you enjoy sleeping on/around others?
"Well, its more like others enjoy sleeping on me. I might not look it, but my lap makes a really comfy pillow."
Bakugo hooked a foot around the base of the chair leg, pulled it free, and took a seat. Then scooted in to a comfortable distance. Didn't want to knock the table and sent the tower tumbling before they even started.
"I'm not a kid, dammit!" Sheesh! Maybe he should call this guy a geezer then. Despite the volume, Bakugo remains fairly still and stable on the opposite side, arms crossed over his chest. Damn, didn't even make the cards shudder. Not surprising since it's the first one, right off the damn top. "Pera pera pera."
He arches a brow at the sudden answer, then frowns in realizing. He's not gonna read the question aloud or give him the card? Hell no! "Show me the cards before you answer them." None of this making crap up potential! Or the awkward moment trying to figure out what the question was via the answer.
He leans forward and picks a car from the top, careful to allow the third one gently slide along its back and lie flat safely on the next layer. Then shows the card to Rex: Do you get homesick?
Great. He'd rather a stupid lap question than emotion crap.
"Who the hell won't feel like that if they're kidnapped!"
Sylvain had learned by now that the House takes its dress code very seriously, so he'd been sure to dress for the occasion before even stepping foot in the casino (if only to save himself the hassle of the consequences). He'd meandered a bit after arriving, and was currently nursing a drink when he heard an unfamiliar voice call out to him
It's enough to get him to stop, eyeing the somewhat-haphazard tower of cards with a dubious look before he shoots the man a bemused grin.
"I'll give it a try, but that definitely has 'trap' written all over it."
Rex | Xenoblade Chronicles 3:Future Redeemed | New Player
Most people would be thrilled to be behind the wheel of a luxury, high end roadster, but Rex was having a miserable time of it. Aside from the fact that he didn't know how to drive, the car itself was small. Being 6'4" (193cm) and broadly built, he barely fit in the seat, let alone had any room to stretch out. He tried, only for his arm to bang into the window, leading to a frustrated sound from him.
"Titan's foot! They have to have me mixed up with someone else!"
It wasn't just the car that was small either. The robe they gave him barely fit across his shoulders, didn't really cover his chest, and only came down slightly past his hips. It wouldn't take more than a gentle breeze for him to be indecent, and the car seemed to know that. If it weren't for Rex holding the bottom of his robe closed, he was sure the a/c would have exposed him to his 'roommate'.
"Where is that Valet guy?" Rex eventually asked. "He said he'd be back with clothes, but there's no sign of him. Think he forgot about us?"
B. House of Cards
It turned out that Rex cleaned up nicely. he had managed to get a decent change of clothes, and made his way into the party. He didn't throw himself into the celebration, but still took it in, having some food and drinks, and trying some of the games.
He ended up being drawn to one game in particular, where people had to dismantle a tower of cards without everything tumbling down. Of course, the added bonus of the questions intrigued him, since it allowed him a chance to gather some information. He just needed to find the proper opponent. Though, when someone did catch his eye, he called out to them.
"Hey, mate! Fancy a game?"
C. After Party
Rex was the first to wake, but didn't want to disturb the person who ended up next to, particularly since he probably didn't know them. Instead, he took the opportunity to have a quiet breakfast and enjoy some coffee, when the cloth bag caught his eye. He started to dig through it, his expression curious as he pulled out the various bottles of pills, the bottles of some kind of medicine. But as he got to the large box at the bottom, his brows furrowed as he looked at the box, only for his face to go to shock, then indignation as he read the description on the side.
It was called "The True Blade," and it was a perfect, life-sized replica of Rex's dick. Veins and all.
It was enough to make him question his sanity as he looked at the box, then down at... himself, only to look at the box again.
"What the--?!?! How did--?!?!
"When did they even measure me for this?!?!"
4. Wildcard
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"Mmm, maybe after you fell asleep? Or when they brought you here in the first place. Hard to say!" The voice he'll hear is airy and cheerful, soft and androgynous. As they sit up, evidently unbothered by awakening in a random bed with a random stranger and seemingly not nursing any kind of ill effects from any drinking the night before, arms stretch upward languidly before drawing back down to brush hair over shoulders to pool behind them.
"Has anyone told you to go fuck yourself lately? Maybe they heard it somewhere and wanted to help." Rude.
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"Titan's foot!" He exclaimed, catching the box before he nearly got smacked in the face with his own dick. "What do they even expect me to do with this?"
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"I wasn't aware I was obligated to be helping." He's reactive and that's something they enjoy, after all. It's almost funnier than watching the toy yeet out the window, only to come right back with a vengeance. He has good reflexes, at least.
"Well," with a soft 'hup,' they slide out of the bed and onto their feet, smoothing down the nightgown they'd awakened in, "I imagine you can use it. Or ignore it, rather than rudely throwing away a no doubt painstakingly crafted gift." Excuse them just sidling up to the taller man to be absolutely unrepentantly nosy about the actual product—more to rile Rex than out of earnest curiosity. They are a little curious, though.
B. House of Cards
Avoiding most of the drinks and foods at first, he loitered around the games, watching people play and getting an idea for what was interesting and what had better odds of panning out well. Slots were shit, but the roulette table seemed useful. Albeit perverted... Bakugo shoves his hands into his pockets, leading with his shoulder in a turn for the table when-
"Haa?" Someone's yelling at him? He stops on a foot and leans backwards, shoulders rounded as a scowl twists his face. Who the hell shouts at people? Couldn't this guy find a closer person? ... Tch, whatever. Start with something now throwing his money away. And finds himself standing next to the table, eyeing the cards resting atop it. What is this, card house jenga?
"You sure you're gonna make it past two cards, Broad Bull?"
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"Well, kiddo, maybe if I were some lumbering oaf," he started before grabbing his first card. He plucked it out easily, without doing much to disturb the rest of them. "But luckily I know a thing or three about using a light touch."
Of course, getting the card was only half of the game. The other half was answering the question on the card. Thankfully, this first one seemed benign. Do you enjoy sleeping on/around others?
"Well, its more like others enjoy sleeping on me. I might not look it, but my lap makes a really comfy pillow."
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"I'm not a kid, dammit!" Sheesh! Maybe he should call this guy a geezer then. Despite the volume, Bakugo remains fairly still and stable on the opposite side, arms crossed over his chest. Damn, didn't even make the cards shudder. Not surprising since it's the first one, right off the damn top. "Pera pera pera."
He arches a brow at the sudden answer, then frowns in realizing. He's not gonna read the question aloud or give him the card? Hell no! "Show me the cards before you answer them." None of this making crap up potential! Or the awkward moment trying to figure out what the question was via the answer.
He leans forward and picks a car from the top, careful to allow the third one gently slide along its back and lie flat safely on the next layer. Then shows the card to Rex: Do you get homesick?
Great. He'd rather a stupid lap question than emotion crap.
"Who the hell won't feel like that if they're kidnapped!"
B! House of Cards
It's enough to get him to stop, eyeing the somewhat-haphazard tower of cards with a dubious look before he shoots the man a bemused grin.
"I'll give it a try, but that definitely has 'trap' written all over it."