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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!
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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[ damn bro! he's just living his best life right now? in the lap of luxury? except there's no lap (right now) and he's lowkey pretending to still be asleep. it's why he only barely flinches at the touch of something cold and condensating right before his very closed eyes! is he being a good actor right now? hell yeah. best actor in inazuma. maybe not here though.
but itto won't give up his prized sleep time without a fight. think he's happy losing his one source of non-bed warmth? not at all. he's opening an eye to look at whoever he'd been spooning for a while and.
[ poor itto and his rudely truncated beauty sleep. nehan seems less bothered by the compromising situation, or at the sight of a pair of horns, and more that anyone is here, having the gall to exist and breathe in the same space as him while a headache pounds away at his skull. there's no way he'd have gotten blackout drunk, so this is bound to be another fun hotel trick.
it's a lot to get used to. he lets out a soundless little huff, grinding the water bottle into his impromptu partner's face with some more gusto. not enough to hurt, but beyond what can be ignored. open that other eye, stranger. ]
'cause I'm not ready to get up. And neither are you.
[ the problem for nehan is that in order to push that bottle into the oni's cheek, he has to be close. unless this guy's got some kind of hidden physical super strength then there's no way he's match for the greatest oni ever? then again, it's not like itto is really trying to hurt him. call it 'polite roughhousing'. persuasion of the physical form. ]
Gimmie five more minutes and I'll crawl outta bed. That sound okay to you?
[ does nehan have a choice in the matter... being held in those strong arms of his... ]
[ regrettably, nehan is not hiding any sort of superhuman ability with which to eradicate all cuddlers. his constitution is as impressive as a fifth grader's balsa wood bridge. twisting around to try and wake itto up is as much as he can manage, so after one last (failed) effort, he just sighs and flops uselessly back into place, oozing like a defeated cat trapped under a dog.
this may as well happen. ]
Yes. I love... spooning.
[ he is so tired. it's not uncomfortable, just annoying, so he doesn't put up even the semblance of a fight, his only upset being a furious swivel of one of his ears. ]
Do you usually cozy up with total strangers, or am I just a special case? [ they are going to have pillow talk, because by god, he does not want itto to fall back asleep. this man is a giant and he will never be free if he does. ]
[ ah, now that's more like it. he's not used to getting his way in moments like these--- usually not having a chance to be up close and personal with anyone. so when he has the opportunity to press his face against back of nehan's head and rub his cheek there... of course he's going to take it! his arms wrap around his waist, hands locking together like a seat belt. the erune is secure. no escape. ]
Do you? [ oh. he's so soft. what a happy coincidence this is, after all. also why are those ears moving like that? it must be because nehan is also silently pleased with it. no other explanation. ] Well then, let the great oni Arataki Itto provide you with the best spooning you could ever ask for!
[ those biceps do be pressing against nehan's arms. he could crack a walnut with them if he had the opportunity... ]
Uh. I mean, are you a total stranger? We're in the same bed. Why would two people who don't know each other do that?
[ oh... this guy. they've exchanged one or two sentences and it's enough to measure the entire length of his common sense. nehan's sarcasm is being deeply misunderstood, and he doesn't think a deadeyed stare would help, even if he could maintain one.
he does at least tilt his head back to look up over his shoulder, if only so his hair doesn't get so mussed between all the excited nuzzling. ]
Do you know my name?
[ of course they're strangers. but he has to weigh the options here: come completely clean to this man, who woke up and decided that they will be aggressively spooning first thing in the morning, or screw with him a little first.
it's an easy choice. he prefers to get even. ]
...Actually, do you even remember if we slept together or not? How callous.
[ his heart skips a beat and then some. damn. that's true. he doesn't know who this guy is! yet with that in mind, the rest of him feels awfully familiar. when he looks at his shoulder and down his arm, he knows he's touched it. his rough, calloused palms have passed over and mapped out even the most subtle of muscles. when he noses his hair, the scent is comforting. yeah maybe it was only after they spent however long in bed, but... ]
H-hey now. [ let's forget that first question and go for the second. ] Not gonna lie to you, but I can't really remember if I drank enough to get this... uh... forgetful... in the first place.
[ he wouldn't call himself a lightweight? if an oni can't drink, he's pretty useless! among his crew, he could drink most of them under the table. get rowdy, get punchy, but never violent. there's nothing on his lips that reminds him of alcohol. ]
What do you remember? Maybe you can help me fill in the blanks.
[ the blank is literally his entire brain space right now ]
[ he's so not used to snuggling, managing to lay still when he's nosed in on, though his ears flick away as a faint giveaway of his own inexperience. he distracts himself with his thoughts—for all his ribbing, he needs to try and think back, too.
he remembers... being exhausted, strung-out and awake for hours beyond what's comfortable. gambling tables and sips of drinks for the sake of blending in, barely ever taking a real pull of liquor. houses of cards. a car trunk and golden die.
and nothing with a large oni man. definitely the sort of fellow who'd leave an impression, and he's drawing a blank. ]
Hm. [ he finally tries to push against itto's arms, not even expecting to wriggle free. just trying to get a better look at this guy. ] Not much.
[ he is, how you say... a hypocrite. ]
Let's see if we can't fill those blanks of yours another way. Am I the kind of person you'd pick up at a casino?
[ despite his brutish strength, he gives nehan all the leeway in the world as long as it doesn't involve him pulling away too far from him. if it means giving him a chance to gaze upon the magnificence that is arataki itto, he's not going to deny him in the slightest! even if it's just so he can get sized up again. he's used to it. at least nehan isn't like... wholly annoyed by him yet...
but he's certainly concerned by a loss of memory. what if nehan forgot him? he's going to leave an impression on everyone he meets. he has to. so if that means continuing to softly bully the furry eared man, he's going to do that. ]
Are you? Honestly...
[ itto might be biased, but isn't it natural to have those in the first place? studying the rest of nehan might be a better gauge. those ears naturally draw him in. ]
... well, yeah. [ his eyes flicker up to the thing that makes his fingers feel itchy. ] You sound kinda smart. And you clearly got good taste.
[ nehan operates at a near-constant level of annoyance. a steady stream of maintained irritation. but itto hasn't offended him so greatly as to deserve any worse; with some wiggle room, he rolls onto his stomach, propping up an arm so he can rest his head in his palm. It gives him a little height, a better vantage point with which to Peer.
but then he rolls his eyes. ]
And yours is obviously questionable.
[ cozying up to a shady-looking furry like him. one of said ears swivels idly while he scans itto over in turn; it's obvious where his attention is, but nehan's not a friendly enough erune to just tilt his head and bunt into someone's hand.
he arrives at some sort of conclusion instead. ]
You do... stand out. [ big and gregarious and flashy. nehan doesn't have a preference in bedfellows, but it's easy enough to see how someone might end up in itto's orbit. ] You said you were an oni?
[ wow... what's shady about nehan? yeah so maybe he looks closer to some of the rougher looking doggos that make inazuma their home but that doesn't mean they're any less lovable! not all of them approach itto as he walks around. that's okay. he's grown to accept he's an acquired taste that only the finest connoisseurs can enjoy. maybe nehan is one of them.
at least he's perceptive too? standing out is exactly what itto wants! every part of him is meant to be showy. or prominent. ]
Yep! The one AND oni.
[ he bears his teeth in a broad, cheerful grin. if he was still waking up, it's certainly not showing any longer, eyes glittering with what he believes is mirth. ]
And you're a... [ wait for it... ] ... like, a dog guy. Right? I know one of those.
[ he's just a mangy runt of a wolf. not nearly as amiable as a certain dog general. but consequently, being in the presence of a person like itto is like staring directly into the sun—warm, bright. overbearing. straightforward enough that nehan doesn't surmise he'll be a threat, at least.
so he responds with nothing but a flat stare at his pun and... everything else that comes out of his mouth. ]
A dog, huh...
[ the people here really are from another world. ]
Oversimplification, but sure. [ they span a wide breadth of animals, from donkeys to dogs, like him. ] I'm an erune. That's a skydwelling race, which... doesn't mean anything to you.
aftercare.
but itto won't give up his prized sleep time without a fight. think he's happy losing his one source of non-bed warmth? not at all. he's opening an eye to look at whoever he'd been spooning for a while and.
oh. ]
Uh... no can do, bud.
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it's a lot to get used to. he lets out a soundless little huff, grinding the water bottle into his impromptu partner's face with some more gusto. not enough to hurt, but beyond what can be ignored. open that other eye, stranger. ]
And why's that?
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[ the problem for nehan is that in order to push that bottle into the oni's cheek, he has to be close. unless this guy's got some kind of hidden physical super strength then there's no way he's match for the greatest oni ever? then again, it's not like itto is really trying to hurt him. call it 'polite roughhousing'. persuasion of the physical form. ]
Gimmie five more minutes and I'll crawl outta bed. That sound okay to you?
[ does nehan have a choice in the matter... being held in those strong arms of his... ]
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this may as well happen. ]
Yes. I love... spooning.
[ he is so tired. it's not uncomfortable, just annoying, so he doesn't put up even the semblance of a fight, his only upset being a furious swivel of one of his ears. ]
Do you usually cozy up with total strangers, or am I just a special case? [ they are going to have pillow talk, because by god, he does not want itto to fall back asleep. this man is a giant and he will never be free if he does. ]
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Do you? [ oh. he's so soft. what a happy coincidence this is, after all. also why are those ears moving like that? it must be because nehan is also silently pleased with it. no other explanation. ] Well then, let the great oni Arataki Itto provide you with the best spooning you could ever ask for!
[ those biceps do be pressing against nehan's arms. he could crack a walnut with them if he had the opportunity... ]
Uh. I mean, are you a total stranger? We're in the same bed. Why would two people who don't know each other do that?
[ 😭 ]
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he does at least tilt his head back to look up over his shoulder, if only so his hair doesn't get so mussed between all the excited nuzzling. ]
Do you know my name?
[ of course they're strangers. but he has to weigh the options here: come completely clean to this man, who woke up and decided that they will be aggressively spooning first thing in the morning, or screw with him a little first.
it's an easy choice. he prefers to get even. ]
...Actually, do you even remember if we slept together or not? How callous.
[ he doesn't sound hurt at all. ]
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H-hey now. [ let's forget that first question and go for the second. ] Not gonna lie to you, but I can't really remember if I drank enough to get this... uh... forgetful... in the first place.
[ he wouldn't call himself a lightweight? if an oni can't drink, he's pretty useless! among his crew, he could drink most of them under the table. get rowdy, get punchy, but never violent. there's nothing on his lips that reminds him of alcohol. ]
What do you remember? Maybe you can help me fill in the blanks.
[ the blank is literally his entire brain space right now ]
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he remembers... being exhausted, strung-out and awake for hours beyond what's comfortable. gambling tables and sips of drinks for the sake of blending in, barely ever taking a real pull of liquor. houses of cards. a car trunk and golden die.
and nothing with a large oni man. definitely the sort of fellow who'd leave an impression, and he's drawing a blank. ]
Hm. [ he finally tries to push against itto's arms, not even expecting to wriggle free. just trying to get a better look at this guy. ] Not much.
[ he is, how you say... a hypocrite. ]
Let's see if we can't fill those blanks of yours another way. Am I the kind of person you'd pick up at a casino?
[ asked almost blandly. ]
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but he's certainly concerned by a loss of memory. what if nehan forgot him? he's going to leave an impression on everyone he meets. he has to. so if that means continuing to softly bully the furry eared man, he's going to do that. ]
Are you? Honestly...
[ itto might be biased, but isn't it natural to have those in the first place? studying the rest of nehan might be a better gauge. those ears naturally draw him in. ]
... well, yeah. [ his eyes flicker up to the thing that makes his fingers feel itchy. ] You sound kinda smart. And you clearly got good taste.
[ otherwise they wouldn't be in bed together! ]
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but then he rolls his eyes. ]
And yours is obviously questionable.
[ cozying up to a shady-looking furry like him. one of said ears swivels idly while he scans itto over in turn; it's obvious where his attention is, but nehan's not a friendly enough erune to just tilt his head and bunt into someone's hand.
he arrives at some sort of conclusion instead. ]
You do... stand out. [ big and gregarious and flashy. nehan doesn't have a preference in bedfellows, but it's easy enough to see how someone might end up in itto's orbit. ] You said you were an oni?
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at least he's perceptive too? standing out is exactly what itto wants! every part of him is meant to be showy. or prominent. ]
Yep! The one AND oni.
[ he bears his teeth in a broad, cheerful grin. if he was still waking up, it's certainly not showing any longer, eyes glittering with what he believes is mirth. ]
And you're a... [ wait for it... ] ... like, a dog guy. Right? I know one of those.
[ a general with the fluffiest ears and tail. ]
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so he responds with nothing but a flat stare at his pun and... everything else that comes out of his mouth. ]
A dog, huh...
[ the people here really are from another world. ]
Oversimplification, but sure. [ they span a wide breadth of animals, from donkeys to dogs, like him. ] I'm an erune. That's a skydwelling race, which... doesn't mean anything to you.
[ ... ]
You've got more "dog guy" energy than I do.