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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.
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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!
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[ okay but dramatics and long-winded convoluted methods are the fontainian way? he can't blame her for simply following the logic of her people. even if, as he points it out piece by piece, it all begins to sound a bit ludicrous even to her own ears. ]
That's....Well...
[ she has no rebuttal. that will not stop her from rallying herself again. ]
Then who did kidnap us, if it wasn't you or me? And why did I end up in the back of one of these [ oh so that's what they're called ] cars while you ended up in the trunk?
[
... ]
Wait. Is there someone else in there with you too?
[ ah, the fictional french. also i actually have forgotten if they have cars in gbf. they have air cars.
he is continuously struck silent by this conversation, but it's just so stupid that he can't fully begrudge it. he is still in this trunk. they have made no progress whatsoever, not in identifying who did this, nor in rectifying the situation. do trunks have a limited amount of oxygen?
he sighs and skips the kidnapping bit, rather than admit he has no idea what's happening. that's a bit too much to give away, so he'd rather take a different tack. calmly, with no intonation at all: ]
Sure. Yes. There's a dozen of us, give or take.
[ said as matter-of-factly as possible. she will soon have ten plus dead bodies on her hand. ]
[ when they have mechas that can go to the moon but they don't have cars....truly gbf is hell
and nehan is the devil, sent up personally to torment furina even after 500 years of misery. at the news, her face goes pale. her hand, still wrapped tight around her robe, trembles. her breathing grows shallow in her chest. ]
A—a dozen?
[ ah yes, let's not forget the way her pitch rises half an octave. ]
We....we have to get you out of there! Before it becomes a dozen and one.
[ the valet, she can go fetch the valet! surely he must still be down here!! her head swivels too and fro, frantic in her search for the bumbling man from earlier. and yes, there he is, propped up against a wall with his cap pulled over his face. ]
J-just wait right there, don't go anywhere. I'll be right back with help!
[ literally where is there to go? but hey, at least it worked. ]
anyway, he is perhaps not a heartless monster, so he does feel a twinge of guilt at her sudden panic. but just think about the relief she'll feel when she opens the trunk and there's just one guy?
no, still bad. ]
...Ah. Wait.
[ but she does not wait. on the other hand, he has literally no options but to wait, so he does, shifting in place before awkwardly closing his eyes, forced to reflect on his actions as she goes off to rescue him. at least she seems to be earnest in coming back. ]
[ and return she does not two minutes later, the sound of not one but two pairs of feet outside the trunk a sure herald of good news. there's some murmured conversation, the jingle of a keyring, and then the highpitched beep of a car unlocking.
and then open pops the trunk, letting in a shower of.....well, not bright sunlight but dim garage lighting. hey, it's better than nothing. ]
Please be alright, please be alright, please be al—you're alright!
[ free at last. though he somehow ends up dreading as the trunk flies open in a hurry, letting in a much-needed blast of air. the draft is what finally clues him in on the fact that he's wearing a ridiculous slip of a robe, with a faux feather collar that is just flying everywhere in the disturbance.
oh, to feel as stupid as he looks. who knew he could be forced to be so contrite within minutes. he's supposed to be a tough guy, but she just seemed so relieved. ]
So I am.
[ awkward............. he sits up, tugging his robe up a shoulder as he formulates a response. ]
...Sorry. I didn't expect you to run off so quickly.
well, it doesn't really matter in the end. the fact that this mystery man with the ears is alive and alright is what matters. even if the fact that she's been played for a fool turns her face red with embarrassment. ]
It's...it's fine, I suppose. So long as you're alright.
[ the valet, satisfied with a job well done, bumbles off again. hopefully nehan and his disintegrating body doesn't need help getting out of the trunk. ]
[ so generous... he does her the favor of 'failing' to notice how tomato-red she's turned. at least they've worked through the worst of this, and now he is a free man in a stupid frilly robe.
the last awkward step is, indeed, getting out of here. but thankfully, besides being packed up like a sardine, he's not injured; he pulls his bad leg over the edge of the trunk with one hand, then follows it with the other. ]
Yes, I'm fine. My ego is more bruised than my body.
[ which is weird, considering he must've been attacked to have been brought here. ]
[ de fontaine. everyone's heard of her. except for the part where no one here has ever heard of her at all! which is both disappointing and relieving at the same time. she finally loosens her grip on her robe, shifting her hands so they can rest on her hips? ]
[ predictably, there's no recognition. she gets to start off as a relative nobody, at least while it's just her, him, and a shiny sports car in a strange new parking lot. he takes the one amenity he's been given—a crutch, rolled into the back of the trunk—and uses it to carefully step out onto the asphalt. ]
Nehan.
[ otherwise known as a big fat liar. ]
We should get moving in case any real kidnappers decide to show up... Furina.
[ she looks young enough that he'll drop any titles between them. ]
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That's....Well...
[ she has no rebuttal. that will not stop her from rallying herself again. ]
Then who did kidnap us, if it wasn't you or me? And why did I end up in the back of one of these [ oh so that's what they're called ] cars while you ended up in the trunk?
[
... ]
Wait. Is there someone else in there with you too?
[ MULTIPLE soon-to-be dead bodies???? ]
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he is continuously struck silent by this conversation, but it's just so stupid that he can't fully begrudge it. he is still in this trunk. they have made no progress whatsoever, not in identifying who did this, nor in rectifying the situation. do trunks have a limited amount of oxygen?
he sighs and skips the kidnapping bit, rather than admit he has no idea what's happening. that's a bit too much to give away, so he'd rather take a different tack. calmly, with no intonation at all: ]
Sure. Yes. There's a dozen of us, give or take.
[ said as matter-of-factly as possible. she will soon have ten plus dead bodies on her hand. ]
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and nehan is the devil, sent up personally to torment furina even after 500 years of misery. at the news, her face goes pale. her hand, still wrapped tight around her robe, trembles. her breathing grows shallow in her chest. ]
A—a dozen?
[ ah yes, let's not forget the way her pitch rises half an octave. ]
We....we have to get you out of there! Before it becomes a dozen and one.
[ the valet, she can go fetch the valet! surely he must still be down here!! her head swivels too and fro, frantic in her search for the bumbling man from earlier. and yes, there he is, propped up against a wall with his cap pulled over his face. ]
J-just wait right there, don't go anywhere. I'll be right back with help!
[ literally where is there to go? but hey, at least it worked. ]
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anyway, he is perhaps not a heartless monster, so he does feel a twinge of guilt at her sudden panic. but just think about the relief she'll feel when she opens the trunk and there's just one guy?
no, still bad. ]
...Ah. Wait.
[ but she does not wait. on the other hand, he has literally no options but to wait, so he does, shifting in place before awkwardly closing his eyes, forced to reflect on his actions as she goes off to rescue him. at least she seems to be earnest in coming back. ]
1/2
and then open pops the trunk, letting in a shower of.....well, not bright sunlight but dim garage lighting. hey, it's better than nothing. ]
Please be alright, please be alright, please be al—you're alright!
[ her relief is so palpable right now. ]
2/2
Wait. You're the only one in here.
[ the jig is up. ]
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oh, to feel as stupid as he looks. who knew he could be forced to be so contrite within minutes. he's supposed to be a tough guy, but she just seemed so relieved. ]
So I am.
[ awkward............. he sits up, tugging his robe up a shoulder as he formulates a response. ]
...Sorry. I didn't expect you to run off so quickly.
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well, it doesn't really matter in the end. the fact that this mystery man with the ears is alive and alright is what matters. even if the fact that she's been played for a fool turns her face red with embarrassment. ]
It's...it's fine, I suppose. So long as you're alright.
[ the valet, satisfied with a job well done, bumbles off again. hopefully nehan and his disintegrating body doesn't need help getting out of the trunk. ]
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the last awkward step is, indeed, getting out of here. but thankfully, besides being packed up like a sardine, he's not injured; he pulls his bad leg over the edge of the trunk with one hand, then follows it with the other. ]
Yes, I'm fine. My ego is more bruised than my body.
[ which is weird, considering he must've been attacked to have been brought here. ]
Who are you?
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[ de fontaine. everyone's heard of her. except for the part where no one here has ever heard of her at all! which is both disappointing and relieving at the same time. she finally loosens her grip on her robe, shifting her hands so they can rest on her hips? ]
And you, good sir?
[ other than a big fat LIAR ]
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Nehan.
[ otherwise known as a big fat liar. ]
We should get moving in case any real kidnappers decide to show up... Furina.
[ she looks young enough that he'll drop any titles between them. ]