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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.
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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[Mel woke up with a start, gasping for air and her hand clutching for her chest. Her breaths are shallow and ragged as she frantically looked around the car that looked more expensive than three houses put together. It takes her a long moment to gather her wits about her. The robes she's stuck in also didn't help the situation at all either. All her golden markings are visible, the specks and lines, from her head down to her toes.
Her eyes frantically dart around the space, noting someone else on the far end. Are they sleeping? Are they awake? She can't tell, the light is too dim for her to tell. Slowly, carefully, she inches over the seat and towards the door, trying her best to open it without waking the other person up.
But fate would have it otherwise, and there is a string of curses under her breath as she keeps trying, pushing her undone hair out of her face. She jingles the handle hard and the noise makes the other person stir. She pauses, looking at them like deer in headlights when they finally look at her and her feeble attempt to escape.]
...Morning. [Is it morning? They are in the garage. Who knows. Just play it off, look disinterested Mel, and get out. Ignore the pleasant warmth and music that just started all of its own.]
B. The Casino
1. At the Door
[Casinos and gambling have never been Mel's point of interest. Perhaps her mother would gladly take part in indulging these kinds of things, but not her. Still- there are a lot of people in there and Mel would feel stupid if she didn't attend to make some connections, and get to know who is loitering around this Hotel.
The invisible hands, while disturbing, were very helpful in the end, providing her with an extremely heavy, but wonderful evening dress that stood out even more against her dark skin, and matched her golden markings and makeup. She doesn't protest, in case that angers the Hands, and once they are done, she joins people in the Casino.
Tentatively, Mel picks a glass of champagne (keeps her hands busy) and makes her way through the crowd, stopping here and there to listen in on conversations. She makes a pause at the fountain with a special "bubbly" drink, only narrowly dodging as someone flies past her.]
I've been to a lot of parties, but I admit, this is the weirdest event I witnessed, [she comments off-handedly, turning back to watch others grab the bubbly drink.]
2. Toy Roulette
[This is... stupid. She's never seen so much debauchery in one place; even her mother who is not shy about her "conquests" and "samplings of the cuisine" had more class to stay private as she did so. This... roullete thing is just preposterous.
Yet all eyes are on her, as if she's some kind of prize, expecting her to spin the wheel and go along with what falls into her lap. Her eyes are narrowed, and she is trying her hardest not to judge people who are watching.]
Should I do it, or will you? [Mel asks person that, by chance, got stuck to be her 'partner' in this ridiculous game. The faster they do this, the better; they'll be able to get away from the prying eyes and sneaky hands- one wrong pull and the dress she was given might end up on the ground. She isn't about public performance- if she's to do anything, it will be away and secluded from everyone.]
C.Women's Parlor (ooc: I am totally down for anyone to join her in the shower (even guys who are sneaking in, they can hide! :] Can be nsfw (down for soaps/fragrances to have aphros!))
[Getting away from the crowd has been a task of enormous proportions- she doesn't remember the last time she had this much difficulty escaping all the attending staff and "guests" of a resort or hotel.
This little lounge area is a hidden piece of heaven. She happily discarded the dress (although, the attendants took it away to clean it), and got in a luxurious shower with a seat. The warm water is washing away the sweat and relaxing her muscles, and Mel is already contemplating indulging in a shoulder massage.
She's fully leaned back against the wall, enjoying steam and rhythmic massage of water against her skin, eyes closed. But when the door opens to her shower, she doesn't even bother to look over at first, raising her hand to wave the intruder away-] This one is taken... Do you seriously have nowhere else to go?
D. Morning After
[When Mel wakes up, the first thought that goes through her head is "not again-!", because waking up in random places seems to be a common thing around here. Fortunately, this time it is a king-sized bed, soft, and warm, with cushions and- someone else next to her.
She almost panics at the thought of something happening last night, but the vague memory of the casino and drinks comes floating back in, and honestly, she should be surprised if this DIDN'T happen. She takes one of the sheets that's fallen on the floor to cover herself and wrap her body up, as she slowly slides out of the bed and walks over to the tray with breakfast, steaming coffee, painkillers, more... Hotel's "amenities" packed in boxes.
Most of it is ignored- except for breakfast and coffee. She's eating a piece of toast with strawberry marmalade when she hears a groan and motion coming from the bed. And... she hasn't got dressed yet. Then again, if they did what they did, there's no point in being too shy, that just makes things awkward.
But she doesn't address them yet- she's sitting in the comfy, lounge chair in her silky sheet legs crossed and slowly chewing on her toast. They can join her if they want to.]
[ooc: Hello! Mel is OTA for both m/m and m/f; I don't care about age difference in general, so it will go for her as well! If you want a specific prompt, PM me away! I won't be spoiling S2!]
[ Sylvain had learned the dangers of the "bubbly" early on, and he's been avoiding that particular treat ever since. That doesn't mean he's not having to duck to avoid flailing legs as people float overhead, either. And considering his height, he's in more danger than many of the guests here.
Finding himself near one of the fountains the drink originates from, he has to sidestep a couple eager partygoers heading straight for it, shaking his head all the while. The interruption means he's standing close enough to hear the woman's comment, however, and he turns to shoot her a rueful grin. ]
Ahh, you must be one of our new Wildcards, then. Because this is very very tame compared to some of the parties this place throws. [ That's probably not very comforting, is it? Oops.
He does gesture at the fountain though, unsure of what she's currently got in her glass. ] Fair warning, you might not want to drink any of that, unless you're eager to join them on the ceiling. Temporarily. No one's perfected a good way of getting back down yet, however.
[Wildcards, huh? That's the nickname they were given. It could've been worse, she supposes. What she doesn't like is that it makes her stand out from the other guests of this Hotel.
But, she nods and offers a polite smile in return, stepping forward to stand next to the man that joined her (and effectively dodging whoever poor soul comes flying from the fountains).]
I am mildly terrified to ask what those parties entail. [No, it is not. But Mel is not put off. Or, at least, it's hard to tell whether she is or not.]
Oh, no, this one is from the bar. The man opened the bottle in front of me. But yes, thank you for the warning, I don't think I can offer any sort of solution for it myself. I prefer having my feet on the solid ground.
[ He carefully nudges her out of the path of another airborne guest coming from the other direction and goddess, this is getting ridiculous. What was the House thinking with this particular spectacle? ]
Uhh. A lot of sex, to put it bluntly. [ He's got this whole 'reassuring the newbies' down, huh?
But he shoots her a crooked grin at her explanation of the drink. ] It's probably safe. At least from the unexpected flying, then. [ When the wine and liquor tend to be made from aphrodisiac flowers and fruit, he's not sure anything can ever be completely safe. ] ]
As do I. Although we might want to move a little farther away, in that case. it's only a matter of time before we get intercepted by flailing limbs, standing this close to the fountain.
[ He offers her a polite bow, the gesture coming easy and automatically to him. He knows many in this place prefer the exchange of a handshake, but that still feels awkward and strange to him. Especially when greeting a lady. ] Sylvain Gautier, at your service, by the way. Might I escort you somewhere a little safer, my lady?
[The world swings back into view with a sway of blurry vision and a creeping cool at the dull realization that
A blurry vision of the world swims into view as Baptiste's eyes open. Lashes flutter as he attempts to bring focus to his surroundings. A creeping cool climbs up his skin along with the realization that his latest bed partner has begun to slip away...
Though catching her silhouette give Baptiste pause. A body of soft curves veiled in a bedsheet brings with him no recollections. He'd climbed into bed with another man the night before hadn't he?
The question is answered with a dull thrum that causes him to groan. One arm reaches for the fading spot of warmth Mel has left behind. His fingers curl, capturing empty air.
Baptiste fears what will happen when he sits up regarding the headache that marches along the ridges of his skull. Would it hit a crescendo? Flow into its second act...?
... Nevermind the woman in the room has made herself comfortable on the lounge chair wordlessly. Was she also nursing such a torturous headache? Or had she been stone-cold sober...?
The longer the silence stretches, the more questions slip from his mind. So finally, Baptiste clears his throat.]
Oh, and what is it we will reaping this morning, mon cher? You'll have to forgiven me, as my head isn't being very cooperative in sharing what I may have sown- [There isn't an iota of shyness in the showman's voice - instead something a mite apologetic. The man's too earnest to pretend he has any idea what is going on, and a smile plays at his features - smashed into the side of a pillow - as he watches the movement of that toast with a vague since of yearning.]
[She didn't want to wake the man while having her meal, he looked like he could use a few more hours of sleep. She's just used to waking up at ungodly hours because of her work. It's just how it was; even if this was a Hotel and she could sleep in, habits die hard.
But the man finally wakes and sits up, and it's not above Mel to pour the poor guy a cup of steaming coffee. She has a headache and a blank spot in her memory about what happened last night, but it's nothing she couldn't heal with a bunch of caffeine.]
Unfortunately, details of last night escape me as well, [she says with a soft sigh, and gets up to hand him the steaming mug with the drink.]
The only clear memory I have is that of attending an event at a casino, [Mel returns to her seat and sits, crossing her legs again and picking up her own mug.] Considering our states of undress- I am not the type of person who likes to assume things, however, this is a bit too obvious.
[She motions with her hand to the bedside table that has a pile of medicines stacked upon it.] If you are feeling ill due to alcohol, perhaps those will help.
[When Mel stands, Baptiste slowly pulls himself up from the pillows he'd smashed himself in. Hands go up instinctively to rub at his face - fingers working to smooth out one of the smashed curls to his moustache. It gives it a little bit of life - though without a mirror it's just as lopsided as the smile he offers while he takes the heated mug out of her hands.
The heat of the mug ushers a soothing heat through his palms and down his forearms. The rush of welcome sensation proves a welcome adversary to his head. His eyes glance to the bedside table before he glances to sift through the medications there.
One hand steadies the offered mug while the other digs through pill packaging.]
Hm, that is a great deal of logical deduction. [His tone is idle - eyes flickering over packages until he finds a pain killer. He holds it up with triumph once he finds it, smiling wide-
Then he looks to Mel and shares an appreciative nod. Baptiste is no stranger to the hangover headache, after all-] Though this place does love to hoodwink the logical types... and find any excuse to get people to meet in the nude.
[... Especially each time newcomers enter the picture. Their Host loves to flex its creativity in these sorts of chance meetings.]
How much of this game have you figured out yet?
A- [S2 Arcane Spoilers, also cw: mechanical flavor bodyhorror]
[While Viktor did not arrive in his Blankie(™), he did arrive under a sufficiently oversized fur lined robe. This did well to obscure him as just... a lump collapsed in one corner of the long limo. Probably the only vehicle sized enough to fit him in this form. He's momentarily passed out before consciousness rushed into place and he creaks to life.
Head slumped forward, he raises up onto one hand, shoulders shaking. His other hand reaches to his face, half blow apart from where he got an anomaly dunked onto him. The flesh metal is sparking arcane energy and dripping mana,
The response to "Good morning" is a mechanical groan as he attempts to will himself to return to one piece. His face will be slowly peeling itself back into place, crumpling in like tinfoil crushed in a hand. His third arm is gripping into a seat until it tears through the leather. Seems pretty painful and unpleasant, but he's not lashing out. ]
[Perhaps she should've looked better at who was sharing the space with her because she would've taken more drastic measures. Perhaps it was a good thing that her focus was a stealth attempt at escaping the limo, leaving Viktor undisturbed and not injured further.
But once he sits up, Mel freezes in her spot, leg lifted and pushing against the door and just staring at the other man. Is he a man? Is he even a human? She knows what he did, perhaps in too much detail, and she can feel anger slowly bubbling in the pit of her stomach, making her briefly forget what kind of predicament she's in.]
You.
[Did he bring them here? Considering everything that's happened, she wouldn't be surprised if he did.]
[ Troy had been awake not long before her, giving him a head-start in assessing their situation. This isn't so different to a lot of supernatural tricksters' idea of a prank, ending up in a different world, but this feels a little more than that to him. Seeing Mel on the other side of the limousine, Troy left her alone and focused most of his attention outside of the car from where he sits inside. Covered in nothing but the provided robe, Troy isn't certain if going outside will cause trouble or not. Closing his eyes for a moment to think, and before he could decide to risk it, Mel wakes up. ]
Morning to you too.
[ He replies casually, cracking one eye open, not even sure if it's morning either. ]
It's really jammed in there. I tried.
[ He conveys with a sigh. Admittedly, he didn't try hard enough, not wanting to make noise and wake Mel up. ]
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Mel Medarda | Arcane | OTA | new character/existing player
B. The Casino
C.Women's Parlor
(ooc: I am totally down for anyone to join her in the shower (even guys who are sneaking in, they can hide! :] Can be nsfw (down for soaps/fragrances to have aphros!))
D. Morning After
[ooc: Hello! Mel is OTA for both m/m and m/f; I don't care about age difference in general, so it will go for her as well! If you want a specific prompt, PM me away! I won't be spoiling S2!]
B-1! (holy shit that dress)
Finding himself near one of the fountains the drink originates from, he has to sidestep a couple eager partygoers heading straight for it, shaking his head all the while. The interruption means he's standing close enough to hear the woman's comment, however, and he turns to shoot her a rueful grin. ]
Ahh, you must be one of our new Wildcards, then. Because this is very very tame compared to some of the parties this place throws. [ That's probably not very comforting, is it? Oops.
He does gesture at the fountain though, unsure of what she's currently got in her glass. ] Fair warning, you might not want to drink any of that, unless you're eager to join them on the ceiling. Temporarily. No one's perfected a good way of getting back down yet, however.
Ikr! It's perfect for her :D!
But, she nods and offers a polite smile in return, stepping forward to stand next to the man that joined her (and effectively dodging whoever poor soul comes flying from the fountains).]
I am mildly terrified to ask what those parties entail. [No, it is not. But Mel is not put off. Or, at least, it's hard to tell whether she is or not.]
Oh, no, this one is from the bar. The man opened the bottle in front of me. But yes, thank you for the warning, I don't think I can offer any sort of solution for it myself. I prefer having my feet on the solid ground.
it really is!!
Uhh. A lot of sex, to put it bluntly. [ He's got this whole 'reassuring the newbies' down, huh?
But he shoots her a crooked grin at her explanation of the drink. ] It's probably safe. At least from the unexpected flying, then. [ When the wine and liquor tend to be made from aphrodisiac flowers and fruit, he's not sure anything can ever be completely safe. ] ]
As do I. Although we might want to move a little farther away, in that case. it's only a matter of time before we get intercepted by flailing limbs, standing this close to the fountain.
[ He offers her a polite bow, the gesture coming easy and automatically to him. He knows many in this place prefer the exchange of a handshake, but that still feels awkward and strange to him. Especially when greeting a lady. ] Sylvain Gautier, at your service, by the way. Might I escort you somewhere a little safer, my lady?
Morning After
A blurry vision of the world swims into view as Baptiste's eyes open. Lashes flutter as he attempts to bring focus to his surroundings. A creeping cool climbs up his skin along with the realization that his latest bed partner has begun to slip away...
Though catching her silhouette give Baptiste pause. A body of soft curves veiled in a bedsheet brings with him no recollections. He'd climbed into bed with another man the night before hadn't he?
The question is answered with a dull thrum that causes him to groan. One arm reaches for the fading spot of warmth Mel has left behind. His fingers curl, capturing empty air.
Baptiste fears what will happen when he sits up regarding the headache that marches along the ridges of his skull. Would it hit a crescendo? Flow into its second act...?
... Nevermind the woman in the room has made herself comfortable on the lounge chair wordlessly. Was she also nursing such a torturous headache? Or had she been stone-cold sober...?
The longer the silence stretches, the more questions slip from his mind. So finally, Baptiste clears his throat.]
Oh, and what is it we will reaping this morning, mon cher? You'll have to forgiven me, as my head isn't being very cooperative in sharing what I may have sown- [There isn't an iota of shyness in the showman's voice - instead something a mite apologetic. The man's too earnest to pretend he has any idea what is going on, and a smile plays at his features - smashed into the side of a pillow - as he watches the movement of that toast with a vague since of yearning.]
no subject
But the man finally wakes and sits up, and it's not above Mel to pour the poor guy a cup of steaming coffee. She has a headache and a blank spot in her memory about what happened last night, but it's nothing she couldn't heal with a bunch of caffeine.]
Unfortunately, details of last night escape me as well, [she says with a soft sigh, and gets up to hand him the steaming mug with the drink.]
The only clear memory I have is that of attending an event at a casino, [Mel returns to her seat and sits, crossing her legs again and picking up her own mug.] Considering our states of undress- I am not the type of person who likes to assume things, however, this is a bit too obvious.
[She motions with her hand to the bedside table that has a pile of medicines stacked upon it.] If you are feeling ill due to alcohol, perhaps those will help.
no subject
The heat of the mug ushers a soothing heat through his palms and down his forearms. The rush of welcome sensation proves a welcome adversary to his head. His eyes glance to the bedside table before he glances to sift through the medications there.
One hand steadies the offered mug while the other digs through pill packaging.]
Hm, that is a great deal of logical deduction. [His tone is idle - eyes flickering over packages until he finds a pain killer. He holds it up with triumph once he finds it, smiling wide-
Then he looks to Mel and shares an appreciative nod. Baptiste is no stranger to the hangover headache, after all-] Though this place does love to hoodwink the logical types... and find any excuse to get people to meet in the nude.
[... Especially each time newcomers enter the picture. Their Host loves to flex its creativity in these sorts of chance meetings.]
How much of this game have you figured out yet?
A- [S2 Arcane Spoilers, also cw: mechanical flavor bodyhorror]
Head slumped forward, he raises up onto one hand, shoulders shaking. His other hand reaches to his face, half blow apart from where he got an anomaly dunked onto him. The flesh metal is sparking arcane energy and dripping mana,
The response to "Good morning" is a mechanical groan as he attempts to will himself to return to one piece. His face will be slowly peeling itself back into place, crumpling in like tinfoil crushed in a hand. His third arm is gripping into a seat until it tears through the leather. Seems pretty painful and unpleasant, but he's not lashing out. ]
8D
But once he sits up, Mel freezes in her spot, leg lifted and pushing against the door and just staring at the other man. Is he a man? Is he even a human? She knows what he did, perhaps in too much detail, and she can feel anger slowly bubbling in the pit of her stomach, making her briefly forget what kind of predicament she's in.]
You.
[Did he bring them here? Considering everything that's happened, she wouldn't be surprised if he did.]
Golden Pea-Car
Morning to you too.
[ He replies casually, cracking one eye open, not even sure if it's morning either. ]
It's really jammed in there. I tried.
[ He conveys with a sigh. Admittedly, he didn't try hard enough, not wanting to make noise and wake Mel up. ]