【 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.
[a brief pause, now really getting a good look over the man before her.]
— sad. Really sad.
[is it rude to pour salt into someone who just opened up to her like this? most definitely, and she realizes this, naturally. so what she does next is exhale out a big sigh then bounces up to her feet with her hands place strongly on her hips.]
Whelp! Looks like it's up to me to be the hero again, and fix your sorry excuse of a life. So lay it on me, Scruffy! Give it all you got.
[and with that being said, the girl pivots to display her backside to him and patiently waits for him to do what the dice instructed. her rear end is definitely... plumpy, at least, so hank will have something to work with. and whoever is making them do this will be pleased if nothing else.]
[Hank considers tossing the question back at her: “you do much ass touching lately?” But he doesn’t, preferring to roll along with their game.]
Oh, you’re a hero all right.
[He pushes back his chair, staring at her ass as he stands. It feels perverted, because it is, but it’s part of the game. Not like anyone would expect him to slap someone’s ass without looking, right?
He really hasn’t touched a girl’s ass in half a decade, though. Feels weird to be indulging with a stranger in public, but hell — when in Rome. Smack asses, apparently.
Hank isn’t really thinking about how hard he’ll do it till he’s standing beside her, hand pulled back. Trying not to ponder her age — don’t make this any weirder than it’s gotta be, Hank thinks — and then he’s finally releasing his hand. Letting it smack against her. Enough to make his palm sting a bit, and it’s not part of the whole “slap ass” part, but his hand lingers. Gives her a little squeeze.
God, he is a pervert.]
Thanks. [A mumble as he shuffles back to his chair.] For fixing my “sorry excuse for a life.” Think that did the trick.
[despite expecting the slap, jinx still jolts slightly at the smack, but it's the extra little something she gets afterward that results in her biting her lower lip. it's a good thing hank isn't able to see that, given he is behind her. but maybe he will notice he gets no disapproval from his notion, considering she says nothing about it. the girl spins back around with a grin, then flops back to her seat — snatching the dice to give it a good shake.]
All in the day's work. And I'd rate that about... eight outta ten. — You didn't squeeze the other cheek.
[jokingly, she gives the dice a toss, and it lands on,"12" and "11".]
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[a brief pause, now really getting a good look over the man before her.]
— sad. Really sad.
[is it rude to pour salt into someone who just opened up to her like this? most definitely, and she realizes this, naturally. so what she does next is exhale out a big sigh then bounces up to her feet with her hands place strongly on her hips.]
Whelp! Looks like it's up to me to be the hero again, and fix your sorry excuse of a life. So lay it on me, Scruffy! Give it all you got.
[and with that being said, the girl pivots to display her backside to him and patiently waits for him to do what the dice instructed. her rear end is definitely... plumpy, at least, so hank will have something to work with. and whoever is making them do this will be pleased if nothing else.]
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[Hank considers tossing the question back at her: “you do much ass touching lately?” But he doesn’t, preferring to roll along with their game.]
Oh, you’re a hero all right.
[He pushes back his chair, staring at her ass as he stands. It feels perverted, because it is, but it’s part of the game. Not like anyone would expect him to slap someone’s ass without looking, right?
He really hasn’t touched a girl’s ass in half a decade, though. Feels weird to be indulging with a stranger in public, but hell — when in Rome. Smack asses, apparently.
Hank isn’t really thinking about how hard he’ll do it till he’s standing beside her, hand pulled back. Trying not to ponder her age — don’t make this any weirder than it’s gotta be, Hank thinks — and then he’s finally releasing his hand. Letting it smack against her. Enough to make his palm sting a bit, and it’s not part of the whole “slap ass” part, but his hand lingers. Gives her a little squeeze.
God, he is a pervert.]
Thanks. [A mumble as he shuffles back to his chair.] For fixing my “sorry excuse for a life.” Think that did the trick.
[“Scruffy...?” The nickname is oddly endearing.]
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All in the day's work. And I'd rate that about... eight outta ten. — You didn't squeeze the other cheek.
[jokingly, she gives the dice a toss, and it lands on,"12" and "11".]
Grind on knee?