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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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[As Tohsaka repositions herself, she feels the weight of the world rest on her — much like Douman's weight had been doing so before hand. A groan sounds in her throat as she rubs the sleep out of her eyes and looks to her side. Rin's vision isn't the best after waking up, but that's to be expected when the party is an all-out 168 hour bender. A sour frown tugs at her lips as she tries the parse whether she remembers getting in bed with him or not.
Admittedly, no. But that may be to her favor. The resort has pulled weirder tricks.]
That party lasted for days. I probably wouldn't be awake if I didn't need something to eat. You don't seem to have the same problem. Enjoy yourself?
[Tiredly her eyes peel away from him to look down at herself. Thankfully clothed, but the baby doll pajama set (thin strapped top, small shorts) with a cheeky cat pattern really just makes it feel like the resort is playing a prolonged prank.]
This humble monk does not usually grace himself to partake in such...festivities, but, mm...it was an experience to feed the senses.
[He closes his eyes thoughtfully, before they pry open, almost completely black just based on the sliver of them. He himself has the loosest bath robe on, but its lazily tied on, like its half ready to just slip off if he shifts in the wrong way.]
Ah, do you require food? [And...oh, there's a little growl from his stomach.] I admit, as a Servant of the Throne, my own hunger is...new to me. Thanks for the reminder. Fufu, though it is a nuisance of sorts as well...
[Servant and Throne halt everything else in its tracks. Like the scratching of a record on her gramophone. Tohsaka's face whips back around to look at him, and despite the way it makes her whole world spin and hurt from the headache, she's determined now not to let him out of her sight.
A Servant could be an enemy or an ally. They could be a boon or potential detriment. Rin herself is in her first full year here, and as such is knee deep into investing toward her goal. She refuses to let anyone get in the way of that. What's her next step? Play dumb and navigate this interaction carefully? Confront him and hope for the best? She can't exactly lie considering she generates more "Od" or "mana" output than the average mage.]
We could order room service.
[Yeah, that's it. Dodge the situation entirely while over-thinking a plan she's most likely going to botch in the end.]
[There's something like a glint in his eyes - even though his placid smile is the same, there's an understanding of something like the glance of a predator.]
[Douman has not moved his arm. In fact, he seems to flex the muscle a little, his green nails gently curving to prick at Rin's side almost thoughtfully.]
Oho! A fabulous idea. Let us do so. [And he punctuates it with a bored little sigh.] What a shame, though. If I were as a Servant, I could simply replenish myself with a taste of your mana.
[His smile widens. He is not stupid. He feels the magic circuits within her. A nail circles a little over her ribs.]
....Oh, but before you get the wrong idea. It would have been at your gracious behest, oh mage. Of course.
[—Ah. By delaying her move she left herself open. Tohsaka's gaze narrows. Her blue eyes becoming critical of him as he teasingly explores her body. She doesn't swat him away just yet, but a mage knows when they've been cornered. After all, they are the paranoid sort.]
Of course. You're new, aren't you? That means this—
[She grabs his wrist, and turns over his arm to show Douman his watch.]
Won't have enough currency for breakfast. I'll order. Tell me what you eat.
[As a mage she would be the Master if the two were to make a team, so it's imperative that she assert her rightful spot. Isn't it? Or maybe she's just a little on edge because last year someone decided to label her as "prey" in public.
Her hold on him is firm. Rin is not stupid enough to think a mage could ever go head to head with a Servant in terms of power, but she shouldn't show weakness either way. And perhaps her aggressiveness will hide the way her skin reacted to his playful tracing of her body. Obscure the way her flesh comes alive with goosebumps and how her vellus hairs stand on end.]
[She's a smart one - he can see that from a mile away. She is quick to react, and more than ready to act as her role. This is not some wide-eyed mage out of their element, though there are little vulnerabilities, here and there, that help to whet his appetite.]
[He lets her move his wrist with no resistance- like a compliant large feline, lazy and willing to be moved around by its keeper - but her request (order?) gets him to draw a little closer. His mouth opens - his canines are a little sharper than normal, his tongue vivid pink as it slides slightly over his upper teeth.]
You?
[A little pause as if to let the word linger, before he lets out a laugh, drawing back with amusement.]
No, no. I jest. Forgive this humble monk. I have no specific requests. What you order is what I shall partake in. Thank you for your generosity.
[Now, his gaze moves - as if it just happens to alight on her feet, tracing up her legs, to her waist, and resting on her chest, all simply in a glance.]
[There is but a brief moment in which a piece of her slips. The second in which his tongue glides along the pearly white bone of his teeth and highlights the sharpness of his canines. It is in that moment that Tohsaka must curse her over-active imagination. It's helpful in devising plans, bu also unhelpful in the ways that every single thought somehow manifests into a haunting image. Like one of Douman sinking his pointy teeth deep into the softness of her skin. That same skin that has a soft, faded flourish of her suit mark sprouting up between her breasts and spilling out over her upper sternum.
It is but a moment, though. Her headache from the ungodly hours of the party have her much too burdened with pain and drowsiness to feel much else. Nothing more than the smallest spark of excitement, and definitely not the flush of heat and color to her cheeks. No, if her body is to entertain those... well she'll have to get a little food and medicine in her.]
You most certainly are. Very well, English Breakfast tea and breakfast sandwiches it is.
[Typically Rin is one to want the fancier things. To tout her elegance and show off her propriety. However with a headache that makes her brains feel like they'd be better oozing out her ears... she wants a quick fix. Something cheap, easy to handle, and something that will settle her stomach.
Her watch makes a little jingle to alert her that the order has been confirmed, and silently she thanks her lucky stars that it didn't bug out on her like it usually does.]
Tell me you card, Servant. You seem so willing to brag about your station — so don't hold back.
[He has to restrain himself. A peek at something like that, like spotting a soft underbelly that allows a direct path to a beautiful, bloody heart, is enough to get him excited. He saw the curve of that tattoo, splendid against her unmarred skin, and its enough to make his hand twitch, as if his claws are too desperate to trace along it, dig in, dive into ribcage, and-]
[No, no. He must be good. He can be patient. A predator can bide its time. He settles back into his pleasant little smile as she states her order. He could care less if its noodles or soup or simple sandwiches. He has everything he has right here, right now.]
Mmhmm? [He remarks with a little noise, as if his attention has been caught by her request.] Bragging? Oh, perish the thought! I simply state what I am without pretense. Are you referring to my card here in this grand place? Hmm. Not sure. No symbol was seen. And if you are referring to my Class, why...
[Okay, he can't help himself - his hand drifts up to press the tip of his thumb to caress lightly, ever lightly, down the edge of her face.]
[In Tohsaka's Grail War a "Card" and "Class" were synonymous. Only seven to choose from, barring the Avenger that had manifested in the Third War and lie dormant in the Grail. Which is why when he says he's a Caster she has no reason to doubt him other than the peculiar shape of his physique. Usually Casters are known more for their magical ability than they are for the strength of their bodies.
Either way, Tohsaka has no right to press him. Doing so would either imply intent to take him on as her Servant, or hostility. She doesn't want a misunderstanding on either end.]
Are you asking for something, Caster?
[Her face turns toward him again. Rin could brush off the simple, ghosting touches before. Like a cat pawing at a mouse hoping to get it to run off so the cat can give chase. But this? Touching her cheek? It feels like it has a different intent.]
[The words move up and down in a playful lilt - a cat who's dancing around just prodding a cup right off the table. Another pause, before he retracts his hand. This Servant can play nice. I am a harmless sort. I am not to be feared..]
....Now! [And he's moving to sit up in place, clapping his hands together - his robe is definitely not very well-attached, draping down his arms and broad shoulders.] Shall this Servant wait for your order? You are much the worse for wear. Please. Let this Caster attend to your needs. Relax. I may not be your Servant, but I will be most happy to help.
[You mean addressing something directly fixed her "problem"? Wild. Who knows when she'll ever do it again. Probably not any time soon. Tohsaka watches his change in demeanor, and relaxes back against the bed's headboard. Her body seeming to melt against the sturdy wood for support rather than be forced to hold up her own weight.]
They'll knock when the food arrives. If you could bring it to the bed, that would be great.
[Her eyes cannot help but glance at the way his robe hangs on him. Loose, and threatening a flash of something she's not sure if she should see. Even so, she gets a good picture of his physique even just from a quick peek.
A knock sounds on the door. Gentle rapping pulls her eyes away from Douman's body and over toward the entrance to the room. Alerted by the fact someone might see in if the door is opened too wide, Rin fixes the strap of her top to sit better on her shoulders.]
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Admittedly, no. But that may be to her favor. The resort has pulled weirder tricks.]
That party lasted for days. I probably wouldn't be awake if I didn't need something to eat. You don't seem to have the same problem. Enjoy yourself?
[Tiredly her eyes peel away from him to look down at herself. Thankfully clothed, but the baby doll pajama set (thin strapped top, small shorts) with a cheeky cat pattern really just makes it feel like the resort is playing a prolonged prank.]
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[He closes his eyes thoughtfully, before they pry open, almost completely black just based on the sliver of them. He himself has the loosest bath robe on, but its lazily tied on, like its half ready to just slip off if he shifts in the wrong way.]
Ah, do you require food? [And...oh, there's a little growl from his stomach.] I admit, as a Servant of the Throne, my own hunger is...new to me. Thanks for the reminder. Fufu, though it is a nuisance of sorts as well...
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A Servant could be an enemy or an ally. They could be a boon or potential detriment. Rin herself is in her first full year here, and as such is knee deep into investing toward her goal. She refuses to let anyone get in the way of that. What's her next step? Play dumb and navigate this interaction carefully? Confront him and hope for the best? She can't exactly lie considering she generates more "Od" or "mana" output than the average mage.]
We could order room service.
[Yeah, that's it. Dodge the situation entirely while over-thinking a plan she's most likely going to botch in the end.]
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[Douman has not moved his arm. In fact, he seems to flex the muscle a little, his green nails gently curving to prick at Rin's side almost thoughtfully.]
Oho! A fabulous idea. Let us do so. [And he punctuates it with a bored little sigh.] What a shame, though. If I were as a Servant, I could simply replenish myself with a taste of your mana.
[His smile widens. He is not stupid. He feels the magic circuits within her. A nail circles a little over her ribs.]
....Oh, but before you get the wrong idea. It would have been at your gracious behest, oh mage. Of course.
[Of course.]
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Of course. You're new, aren't you? That means this—
[She grabs his wrist, and turns over his arm to show Douman his watch.]
Won't have enough currency for breakfast. I'll order. Tell me what you eat.
[As a mage she would be the Master if the two were to make a team, so it's imperative that she assert her rightful spot. Isn't it? Or maybe she's just a little on edge because last year someone decided to label her as "prey" in public.
Her hold on him is firm. Rin is not stupid enough to think a mage could ever go head to head with a Servant in terms of power, but she shouldn't show weakness either way. And perhaps her aggressiveness will hide the way her skin reacted to his playful tracing of her body. Obscure the way her flesh comes alive with goosebumps and how her vellus hairs stand on end.]
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[He lets her move his wrist with no resistance- like a compliant large feline, lazy and willing to be moved around by its keeper - but her request (order?) gets him to draw a little closer. His mouth opens - his canines are a little sharper than normal, his tongue vivid pink as it slides slightly over his upper teeth.]
You?
[A little pause as if to let the word linger, before he lets out a laugh, drawing back with amusement.]
No, no. I jest. Forgive this humble monk. I have no specific requests. What you order is what I shall partake in. Thank you for your generosity.
[Now, his gaze moves - as if it just happens to alight on her feet, tracing up her legs, to her waist, and resting on her chest, all simply in a glance.]
I am at your mercy. Ufufu.
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It is but a moment, though. Her headache from the ungodly hours of the party have her much too burdened with pain and drowsiness to feel much else. Nothing more than the smallest spark of excitement, and definitely not the flush of heat and color to her cheeks. No, if her body is to entertain those... well she'll have to get a little food and medicine in her.]
You most certainly are. Very well, English Breakfast tea and breakfast sandwiches it is.
[Typically Rin is one to want the fancier things. To tout her elegance and show off her propriety. However with a headache that makes her brains feel like they'd be better oozing out her ears... she wants a quick fix. Something cheap, easy to handle, and something that will settle her stomach.
Her watch makes a little jingle to alert her that the order has been confirmed, and silently she thanks her lucky stars that it didn't bug out on her like it usually does.]
Tell me you card, Servant. You seem so willing to brag about your station — so don't hold back.
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[He has to restrain himself. A peek at something like that, like spotting a soft underbelly that allows a direct path to a beautiful, bloody heart, is enough to get him excited. He saw the curve of that tattoo, splendid against her unmarred skin, and its enough to make his hand twitch, as if his claws are too desperate to trace along it, dig in, dive into ribcage, and-]
[No, no. He must be good. He can be patient. A predator can bide its time. He settles back into his pleasant little smile as she states her order. He could care less if its noodles or soup or simple sandwiches. He has everything he has right here, right now.]
Mmhmm? [He remarks with a little noise, as if his attention has been caught by her request.] Bragging? Oh, perish the thought! I simply state what I am without pretense. Are you referring to my card here in this grand place? Hmm. Not sure. No symbol was seen. And if you are referring to my Class, why...
[Okay, he can't help himself - his hand drifts up to press the tip of his thumb to caress lightly, ever lightly, down the edge of her face.]
I am but a simple Caster.
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Either way, Tohsaka has no right to press him. Doing so would either imply intent to take him on as her Servant, or hostility. She doesn't want a misunderstanding on either end.]
Are you asking for something, Caster?
[Her face turns toward him again. Rin could brush off the simple, ghosting touches before. Like a cat pawing at a mouse hoping to get it to run off so the cat can give chase. But this? Touching her cheek? It feels like it has a different intent.]
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[The words move up and down in a playful lilt - a cat who's dancing around just prodding a cup right off the table. Another pause, before he retracts his hand. This Servant can play nice. I am a harmless sort. I am not to be feared..]
....Now! [And he's moving to sit up in place, clapping his hands together - his robe is definitely not very well-attached, draping down his arms and broad shoulders.] Shall this Servant wait for your order? You are much the worse for wear. Please. Let this Caster attend to your needs. Relax. I may not be your Servant, but I will be most happy to help.
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They'll knock when the food arrives. If you could bring it to the bed, that would be great.
[Her eyes cannot help but glance at the way his robe hangs on him. Loose, and threatening a flash of something she's not sure if she should see. Even so, she gets a good picture of his physique even just from a quick peek.
A knock sounds on the door. Gentle rapping pulls her eyes away from Douman's body and over toward the entrance to the room. Alerted by the fact someone might see in if the door is opened too wide, Rin fixes the strap of her top to sit better on her shoulders.]