【 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.
[Matoba knows what it looks and feels like to be appraised by something unfamiliar with him, and he quietly observes back as Fig ascertains the shape of the exorcist with the senses available to him. "Fuck this body", he'd said- so then, this is a new form? That's the read he gets from the slow roll of caution from the creature hiding under the blankets, peering out with slow blinking eyes in a gesture that feels somewhat... familiar. What form might this ayakashi take normally, he wonders...]
[At least it doesn't seem to be carrying malice, or the stench of blood. He can probably weave his way around it without too much worry. How nice it is, not to have a reputation for once.]
Hmm. [Matoba seems to deliberate on that wariness a moment, turning his danish in-hand to lick at a bit of dripping jam.] I could charge you for that, but you will get an explanation quickly enough for free that will diminish the value of my offer.
So, as a show of good will, [lol] I will give you the simple version free of charge.
You are in a realm created by, or perhaps shaped by, a supernatural force of will. It has taken on the form of an extravagant hotel and resort. [He turns his eye on Fig in his blankets again, and considers him. Is this one old, and unfamiliar with human ways?] ...Do you need that one explained, or are you familiar with such things?
] fig sits with this information for a good handful of seconds, staring unblinkingly at the man even long after he's finished speaking, and perhaps even drifted back to his snacking. fig tries to reconcile the conflicted emotions he's feeling, or at least try and put a name to some of them, and he isn't all that surprised to find when one of them tastes an awful lot like anger.
but that one doesn't take much to rouse these days. ]
I know what a hotel is, [ fig gripes, but he's steadily losing the heat of his anger as a gaping sort of dread starts to settle in the pit of his stomach. ] I take it we're trapped? At least until some sort of goal has been met?
[ he knows how these things go; supernatural entities, by their very nature, cannot resist a good deal. or a bad one, depending who you talk to. case in point, mr. danish himself. the fact this hotel can cage in someone of that caliber is... depressing. and makes fig want to retreat further into his blanket cavern. or tear up something expensive. he could honestly go either way.
for the moment, he slinks back down till he's more or less horizontal again, the mess of white that is his hair peeking out from the crack in the blankets. ]
[And we can't all be nimble, crisis-navigating repression machines, can we? That has its own costs for a human, though not much is evident of it in the man that sits calmly in front of Fig, licking his fingertips of jam.]
[For his part, Matoba presumes that the ayakashi must not be especially powerful, to lack the senses to feel out this world for himself- and thus, not to be treated as an active threat. Like the minuscule spirits that roam the forests, such beings were merely a facet of life, for those who can See. And, unfortunately for Fig, this exorcist has only two modes of regard for such things: that which can be used, and that which is useless.]
Haha, forgive me, [He smiles unseriously, not the least concerned about offense,] I am accustomed to the bumbling old sorts who know very little of modern human ways. But, that makes things a bit easier. You're correct, more or less.
[Matoba reaches a hand out, plucking a strip of bacon from the tray. He dangles it pinched between two fingers over towards the opening of the blanket cave, like bait.]
As to what that goal may be............ This is where my tutorial ends. So, what will you offer for my information?
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all good!
[At least it doesn't seem to be carrying malice, or the stench of blood. He can probably weave his way around it without too much worry. How nice it is, not to have a reputation for once.]
Hmm. [Matoba seems to deliberate on that wariness a moment, turning his danish in-hand to lick at a bit of dripping jam.] I could charge you for that, but you will get an explanation quickly enough for free that will diminish the value of my offer.
So, as a show of good will, [lol] I will give you the simple version free of charge.
You are in a realm created by, or perhaps shaped by, a supernatural force of will. It has taken on the form of an extravagant hotel and resort. [He turns his eye on Fig in his blankets again, and considers him. Is this one old, and unfamiliar with human ways?] ...Do you need that one explained, or are you familiar with such things?
no subject
but that one doesn't take much to rouse these days. ]
I know what a hotel is, [ fig gripes, but he's steadily losing the heat of his anger as a gaping sort of dread starts to settle in the pit of his stomach. ] I take it we're trapped? At least until some sort of goal has been met?
[ he knows how these things go; supernatural entities, by their very nature, cannot resist a good deal. or a bad one, depending who you talk to. case in point, mr. danish himself. the fact this hotel can cage in someone of that caliber is... depressing. and makes fig want to retreat further into his blanket cavern. or tear up something expensive. he could honestly go either way.
for the moment, he slinks back down till he's more or less horizontal again, the mess of white that is his hair peeking out from the crack in the blankets. ]
Save me some bacon, at least.
no subject
[And we can't all be nimble, crisis-navigating repression machines, can we? That has its own costs for a human, though not much is evident of it in the man that sits calmly in front of Fig, licking his fingertips of jam.]
[For his part, Matoba presumes that the ayakashi must not be especially powerful, to lack the senses to feel out this world for himself- and thus, not to be treated as an active threat. Like the minuscule spirits that roam the forests, such beings were merely a facet of life, for those who can See. And, unfortunately for Fig, this exorcist has only two modes of regard for such things: that which can be used, and that which is useless.]
Haha, forgive me, [He smiles unseriously, not the least concerned about offense,] I am accustomed to the bumbling old sorts who know very little of modern human ways. But, that makes things a bit easier. You're correct, more or less.
[Matoba reaches a hand out, plucking a strip of bacon from the tray. He dangles it pinched between two fingers over towards the opening of the blanket cave, like bait.]
As to what that goal may be............ This is where my tutorial ends. So, what will you offer for my information?