【 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.
[ as robin would treat anyone without kindness in his heart... it'd be rude to start on the wrong foot with a stranger, right? especially someone as well dressed and frankly, handsome, as getou is. robin really lucked out! but he'll nod politely at the request, rock back into the comfortable couch, tilt his head at the question as he thinks about it himself.
it's the response that makes that smile on his face fade into uncertainty. ]
And what makes people weak?
[ does robin look weak? at least his voice isn't trembling and his posture hasn't changed. he's genuinely curious despite the questioning tone... ]
[ this question is less complicated — but has just a hint of audacity that somehow catches him off guard. sheltered is not what Getou is when he's so intimately familiar with the horrors of the world, but the people with whom he's surrounded ascribe to the same definition of strength all... ]
[ though, that's all the fault of one man alone, isn't it? Getou's smile goes tight, his eyes cold. everyone is weak compared to him. ]
Is the definition of "weakness" not ubiquitous? [ seems to be the only clarity he cares to offer, and without empathy to Robin's concerns, his obvious small stature. he places the card with the question near him, starting a discard pile, excessively neat and careful with its arrangement. ]
[ he's answered the demands of the game; he needn't indulge a stranger to continue, and so waits with impassive patience. ]
[ oh. well, that's the kind of answer that doesn't feel like he needs to respond to. it's a question that has him freeze... mull it over... it's a response that does exactly what it should. it's conclusive. is robin satisfied with it? does it even matter?? no.
still, he can't help but get a Feeling... ]
My turn then. [ obviously. not one to be self-conscious, robin's still feeling the flutters of something in his chest. those fingers of his tremble very slightly while he takes a card closer to the top, not wanting to appear nervous. ]
Um. "What's the biggest risk you've ever taken in your life?"
[ robin hums, something soft and lyrical. ]
I gave up my mortality so I could have an eternity with my brother. I think that's a pretty big risk.
[ it’s relief he realizes he’s feeling when Robin moves on without pushing harder. maybe it’s for his own nerves, but Getou is still taking this shard of glass in him and turning it over in careful observation: watching what it cuts, how, how deeply. watching how he bleeds from it — how others do when they brush against it, indecision keeping him from putting it in a garbage bag that it would only slice open and unable to find the frame from whence it came to put it back. ]
[ best to keep others from looking through it for too long, or else his effigy might warp into something truly strange. and would that be so bad? he doesn’t know — can’t, until it happens. ]
[ it’s happened to the young man(?) before him, then. he gave up what he was to become something else in alignment with his priorities. what bravery. ]
…That’s its own kind of strength. [ something someone told him once: ] You did what you could.
[ a beat. ]
Do you miss it? [ not that Robin owes him an answer, after his own inability to be forthcoming. ]
[ but he can't be dishonest nor does he want to leave a question like that hanging in the air. where one can live with uncertainty, robin laffite can't. he can still appreciate the compliment, the recognition... doing what he could despite not having a choice. there was never a choice to him. or perhaps knowing there was never one to begin with and simply acknowledging it was strength by itself? ]
No. [ robin smiles warmly. it's the one thing he knows best: put a positive spin on anything and it becomes as sweet as a scoop of ice cream on top of a slice of apple pie. ] Well, not yet. Give me a hundred years and I'll have a better answer for you.
[ a questionable thing to give Getou, the benefit of the doubt; he’s never wondered at his own kindness nearly as much as his morality, a bridge built on readily eroding stones. he doesn’t have a problem taking advantage of poor judgment, weakness, kindness… ]
[ but for now, Robin has earned only brownie points. seems like something the sweet always manage to do, and he thinks of an underclassman with a fondness that’s more pervasive than he expected. yeah, he almost agrees, I don’t think I would either — until Robin’s laughter interrupts the dismal train of thought. the levity’s a breath of fresh air; his mouth curls up against himself. ]
It’s not surprising. Sexual intimacy becomes a greater possibility with a little emotional intimacy. [ he draws the next card, licking a thumb to be sticky. ] It’s all just a big ploy, right?
[ and so, he reads the next card aloud without forethought as to whether or not he should: ] ”What is your opponent’s sexiest feature?” [ making for an awkward beat of eye contact. he recovers quickly, at least. ]
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it's the response that makes that smile on his face fade into uncertainty. ]
And what makes people weak?
[ does robin look weak? at least his voice isn't trembling and his posture hasn't changed. he's genuinely curious despite the questioning tone... ]
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[ though, that's all the fault of one man alone, isn't it? Getou's smile goes tight, his eyes cold. everyone is weak compared to him. ]
Is the definition of "weakness" not ubiquitous? [ seems to be the only clarity he cares to offer, and without empathy to Robin's concerns, his obvious small stature. he places the card with the question near him, starting a discard pile, excessively neat and careful with its arrangement. ]
[ he's answered the demands of the game; he needn't indulge a stranger to continue, and so waits with impassive patience. ]
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still, he can't help but get a Feeling... ]
My turn then. [ obviously. not one to be self-conscious, robin's still feeling the flutters of something in his chest. those fingers of his tremble very slightly while he takes a card closer to the top, not wanting to appear nervous. ]
Um. "What's the biggest risk you've ever taken in your life?"
[ robin hums, something soft and lyrical. ]
I gave up my mortality so I could have an eternity with my brother. I think that's a pretty big risk.
no subject
[ best to keep others from looking through it for too long, or else his effigy might warp into something truly strange. and would that be so bad? he doesn’t know — can’t, until it happens. ]
[ it’s happened to the young man(?) before him, then. he gave up what he was to become something else in alignment with his priorities. what bravery. ]
…That’s its own kind of strength. [ something someone told him once: ] You did what you could.
[ a beat. ]
Do you miss it? [ not that Robin owes him an answer, after his own inability to be forthcoming. ]
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No. [ robin smiles warmly. it's the one thing he knows best: put a positive spin on anything and it becomes as sweet as a scoop of ice cream on top of a slice of apple pie. ] Well, not yet. Give me a hundred years and I'll have a better answer for you.
[ and then he laughs. ]
Wow... these cards sure are serious, aren't they?
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[ but for now, Robin has earned only brownie points. seems like something the sweet always manage to do, and he thinks of an underclassman with a fondness that’s more pervasive than he expected. yeah, he almost agrees, I don’t think I would either — until Robin’s laughter interrupts the dismal train of thought. the levity’s a breath of fresh air; his mouth curls up against himself. ]
It’s not surprising. Sexual intimacy becomes a greater possibility with a little emotional intimacy. [ he draws the next card, licking a thumb to be sticky. ] It’s all just a big ploy, right?
[ and so, he reads the next card aloud without forethought as to whether or not he should: ] ”What is your opponent’s sexiest feature?” [ making for an awkward beat of eye contact. he recovers quickly, at least. ]
Ha… careful what you wish for?