【 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.
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[as much as the hotel wants people to stay locked in their black tie attire, bakugo's apparently not the only one who either refused to wear it full time or managed to escape the entry's watchful eye. his fingers crush sheer material into his palms, fig's shirt's ample crenelation and fabric being the only reason it avoids tearing from his rough treatment. stronger than it looks too.
tch, so it wasn't on purpose. accidental, meaning the guy's avoiding something or trying to speed somewhere. bakugo snorts once and opens his hand, letting fig's shirt spring free with an obvious "something went wrong here" bunch in the front. smooth it out on your own. no attempt to even strike back or free himself. great, a runaway wuss.]
Haa? What vegetable? [red eyes sweep through the area before landing on the table concierge. and his offered cucumber.] Pffft! Is that for you?
[it's a fucking cucumber! why the hell is it being handed out at the goddamn sex toy roule-- ... WHAT THE FUCK?! WHY IS THAT EVEN AN OPTION?! it's not even a fake one! these people are sick!
he arches his back as the other man tries to sidle around him, attempting to shield himself or whatever the hell he's doing. the man behind the table still pressures someone to take the big green thing and bakugo finally ends up snatching it with a growl just to get it out of his damn face.
then promptly shoves it right over his shoulder towards fig's face.]
I'm gonna cram it down your throat if you keep talking.
[ it's purely reflexes that saves fig from getting a cucumber right up the nose, but the sound that escapes his mouth (like a sharp hiss, except uttered entirely under his breath) would have one believe he's left just as injured. ]
Watch it! [ he swats at the cucumber, or maybe just bakugo's hand in general. ] You're going to poke at eye out with that thing and I'm certain that's not what they intended for it.
[ cramming it down his throat might be more in line with that, to be honest, but fig doesn't feel generous enough to admit as much................ rather than address the watch, he merely folds his arm around bakugo's shoulders, wrist to face, so that the young man can take a look himself. ]
[is this guy allergic to cucumbers? or is he doing what anyone would do when a giant green fruit's shoved at their face like a damn battering ram. likely the second one. bakugo tosses his new acquisition up at the end, spinning it in the air once or twice before catching it like a sword handle. fig's delusional if he thinks this is going anywhere but with him.]
You won it, so take it! [and out it goes again, jabbing at the man. his expression flickers in irritation when fig swats at the thing, hisses reminiscent of a cat hating an invader.] Dammit, why'd you have to win something so stupid?
[it's very tempting to do exactly as he threatened and shove it right into fig's wherever (pants hem or pocket would be optimal) as the guy suddenly loops an arm around his shoulder and leans into his personal space. his hackles rise in a snarl, head leaning away... but definitely takes the closeness chance to ram the big green thing into fig's pocket.]
Idiot. [a message on his watch. if it's the same one as the other sex toys...] You got four hours to use that thing or you're gonna regret it!
[ suddenly fig feels like feigning complete and utter ignorance, as if doing that much might just make it all go away. his eyes drift to the side, and one hand slips down to slide the vegetable out of his pocket. into bakugo's back pocket it'll go — if he even makes it that far. ]
[not that way at least. trust him, if he was able to chop this thing up for a salad and get rid of it, he'd tell fig to do that and be done with it. but they're not that lucky.
oy! stop trying to shove it back into his pocket! bakugo grabs the other end of it, resulting in a weird reverse tug of war between them. no one's pocket now, but he's trying to shove it right back in.]
Listen, you're clearly more experienced with these games than I am. Why not leave it to a pro?
[ fig has, rather unfortunately for him, absolutely no physical strength to speak of. and so this reverse tug of war is very decidedly one-sided, but that's easily solved by simply letting go at the next aggressive push and hopping back a few feet, palms up.
consequences matter very little to fig at the moment. right now, he'd much rather ignore any kind of accountability at all, thanks! ]
CAUSE IT'S YOUR WATCH SAYING YOU HAVE TO FUCKING DO IT!!
[how does he not understand that yet?! the message is right there in his stupid face!! bakugo's eyes widen when his next heave suddenly blitzes through the air, making him hop forward twice on one foot to avoid crashing himself. he instantly rights his body and twist around with a snarl, red gaze whirling on the man and his damn feline movements.
he's sorely tempted to leave fig to his fate. two warnings are gracious enough. but he doesn't wanna be stuck with the stupid cucumber either. guess he could give it to the bartender to put in cocktails... it'd completely screw this guy up once the four hours counted and the toy itself was no longer an option.]
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a meme worthy reaction
tch, so it wasn't on purpose. accidental, meaning the guy's avoiding something or trying to speed somewhere. bakugo snorts once and opens his hand, letting fig's shirt spring free with an obvious "something went wrong here" bunch in the front. smooth it out on your own. no attempt to even strike back or free himself. great, a runaway wuss.]
Haa? What vegetable? [red eyes sweep through the area before landing on the table concierge. and his offered cucumber.] Pffft! Is that for you?
[Oh this got even better.]
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It was, but it's all yours now.
[ he shifts deftly on one foot, angling himself so now it's bakugo who stands closer to the table than fig himself.
on his wrist, of course, goes ignored the notification demanding the use of said cucumber. ]
Have fun! But maybe not too much? You don't look the type to enjoy that sort of thing...
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[it's a fucking cucumber! why the hell is it being handed out at the goddamn sex toy roule-- ... WHAT THE FUCK?! WHY IS THAT EVEN AN OPTION?! it's not even a fake one! these people are sick!
he arches his back as the other man tries to sidle around him, attempting to shield himself or whatever the hell he's doing. the man behind the table still pressures someone to take the big green thing and bakugo finally ends up snatching it with a growl just to get it out of his damn face.
then promptly shoves it right over his shoulder towards fig's face.]
I'm gonna cram it down your throat if you keep talking.
[why's this guy's watch beeping?]
Check your watch before it shrieks.
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Watch it! [ he swats at the cucumber, or maybe just bakugo's hand in general. ] You're going to poke at eye out with that thing and I'm certain that's not what they intended for it.
[ cramming it down his throat might be more in line with that, to be honest, but fig doesn't feel generous enough to admit as much................ rather than address the watch, he merely folds his arm around bakugo's shoulders, wrist to face, so that the young man can take a look himself. ]
Look yourself if you care so much.
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You won it, so take it! [and out it goes again, jabbing at the man. his expression flickers in irritation when fig swats at the thing, hisses reminiscent of a cat hating an invader.] Dammit, why'd you have to win something so stupid?
[it's very tempting to do exactly as he threatened and shove it right into fig's wherever (pants hem or pocket would be optimal) as the guy suddenly loops an arm around his shoulder and leans into his personal space. his hackles rise in a snarl, head leaning away... but definitely takes the closeness chance to ram the big green thing into fig's pocket.]
Idiot. [a message on his watch. if it's the same one as the other sex toys...] You got four hours to use that thing or you're gonna regret it!
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[ suddenly fig feels like feigning complete and utter ignorance, as if doing that much might just make it all go away. his eyes drift to the side, and one hand slips down to slide the vegetable out of his pocket. into bakugo's back pocket it'll go — if he even makes it that far. ]
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[not that way at least. trust him, if he was able to chop this thing up for a salad and get rid of it, he'd tell fig to do that and be done with it. but they're not that lucky.
oy! stop trying to shove it back into his pocket! bakugo grabs the other end of it, resulting in a weird reverse tug of war between them. no one's pocket now, but he's trying to shove it right back in.]
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[ fig has, rather unfortunately for him, absolutely no physical strength to speak of. and so this reverse tug of war is very decidedly one-sided, but that's easily solved by simply letting go at the next aggressive push and hopping back a few feet, palms up.
consequences matter very little to fig at the moment. right now, he'd much rather ignore any kind of accountability at all, thanks! ]
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[how does he not understand that yet?! the message is right there in his stupid face!! bakugo's eyes widen when his next heave suddenly blitzes through the air, making him hop forward twice on one foot to avoid crashing himself. he instantly rights his body and twist around with a snarl, red gaze whirling on the man and his damn feline movements.
he's sorely tempted to leave fig to his fate. two warnings are gracious enough. but he doesn't wanna be stuck with the stupid cucumber either. guess he could give it to the bartender to put in cocktails... it'd completely screw this guy up once the four hours counted and the toy itself was no longer an option.]
Bastard. Don't come crawling to me in four hours.