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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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Yeah, you were really out of it... You must've partied it up last night.
[ Troy lets her have the bag, and sits down on the edge of the bed to watch her drink some water. He carries himself with ease, letting his warm smile linger on his lips ]
Well at least it's not "argh the light is too bright help!" type of hangover. I helped you find a place to lay your head last night, so I'm glad you're not dead yet.
[ He says with a gentle laugh, gathering his thoughts of last night. ]
( it was a bit difficult to believe any part of his story, whether he was omitting things for her sake or they just so happen to end up here out of sheer coincidence. after all, the true nature of this place was painfully clear to her after a while [the sex roulette and other games].
still he was good company, and maybe she shouldn't be saying this, but... )
I guess I should find a way to repay you for your kindness sometime. For now though, let's eat before the food really does get cold.
( she finally rose up from the bed, still keeping the sheet on herself and she made her way over towards where the tray of food was. )
[ Troy nods softly, taking a moment to consider his words to that idea of repaying him. Whether he thinks repaying him is necessary or not, he says: ]
Got the feeling you'll get the chance soon enough, given how things get crazy here.
[ Troy observes her, eyes drawn to her features of her slender shoulders and wavy pink hair with an appreciative gaze before he lets his attention drift to the tray of food provided for them. He settles more into the bed to get the tray on his lap, taking the provided utensils into his hands, taking a small bite of the eggs for taste. ]
If you need a hand, let me know. Otherwise, the name's Troy. Figured you should know the name of the half-naked guy you slept next to.
( such a generous offer from him- surely it wouldn't come back to haunt him given her pre-disposition to use others for her emotional needs.
for now though she thought about his words, wondering just how this place operated. it seemed to be a reoccurring thing, to have people wake up in strange places, in a robes at best. as she reached for her own plate, she took a bite of a piece of toast before turning to face her companion for now. )
I may take you up on that, I'm actually pretty new here.
( a pause before she smiled at him brightly. )
What a gentleman, a pleasure Troy. My name is Layla, but people often call me 'Reira'.
[ Troy tends to believe the best in people now, after a long and arduous journey of self-reflection, so the thought of this biting him in the ass hasn't crossed his mind. But it's a bridge he'll cross when he gets there. ]
Well it's a pleasure, Reira. This isn't how my first meetings usually go. This place is already giving me first times for everything.
[ So that gives him a bit of hope that this place would give him enough distractions from whenever things get quiet. Whatever looming fear he has for his future here, he sets aside for now, focusing on the present and his new company. ]
The eggs are actually not bad too. That's a good sign. At least they're treating their newbies a little better than the usual spirited away scenario I'm used to.
Oh? It's your first time waking up next to someone like me?
( her voice is flirtatious, but it was clear her nudity was overstaying its welcome. so she rose up, setting the piece of toast to the side for now. she pulled on the bedsheet and wrapped herself around it as she began to venture around the room to find something to better wrap herself up.
in the meantime, she remained attentive to his words. )
Hmm? So this isn't your first rodeo huh? It's starting to sound like to me we were all kidnapped after all, even if they've been strangely kind about it.
( now she's bent over in front of a closet, pulling forth a bath robe. )
[ Her flirtatious questions is met with a laugh, and made him like her more. She seems to be doing well considering her situation, and that makes him feel a little glad for her. He keeps most of his attention to his food, savoring the side dish of eggs before his gaze flicks up and sees her bending over before a closet. ]
You could say that. Kidnapped, spirited away... Tomato, tomato.
[ He says as he takes a bite out of the slice of tomato on his plate. ]
Keep your guard up in any case. No more twigs or drinking in the future.
[ He jokes, even with a waving of his fork tapping at the air and directed at her ]
( his own joke is easily met with a chuckle of her own as she rose up with a clean bathrobe. immediately she wrapped it against herself as the sheet fell out from her her, walking away and back towards him. regardless of how the two ended up in the room, and considering she was at liberty to just leave-
it was clear she was enjoying the company. a bit too much perhaps. )
I guess you're right, no sense in truly questioning it beyond what they want from us. Have you been here long then?
( as she sat down next to him to return to her food, she began to dig into the bacon on the plate with ease, opting to use her fingers for that instead. )
No. Just a few days, almost a week. I'm as new as you are from the looks of it.
[ It's one of the reasons he feels comfortable eating the food here now, because so far there hasn't been any effect similar to his past experiences with being spirited away by mischievous spirits.
He watches her pick up that strip of bacon with her fingers. That lack of shame earned her a drop of respect from him, and her comfort around his presence to do that is a pleasant feeling. ]
Since we're both new, I propose we keep tabs on each other, like a buddy system. That way we can maximize our survivability here, should things go down.
[ Troy mirrors her, putting down his fork to pick up a piece of toast. ]
( well that was most certainly interesting to learn. given his cooler, more level headed approach to the situation it almost came across as if he had been here some time. used to the ridiculousness of this place, the luxuries, no longer phased-
to hear the truth almost made her laugh out of the sheer silliness of the whole thing. truly it just showed her just how inexperienced she was with actually living. all she knew was her job, being a singer and a celebrity, and nothing else.
and as she ate away at her food, one bite at a time, she kept her gaze on him and listened intently. once the last bite was swallowed down, she set the remaining piece of bacon onto the plate and picked up a napkin to wipe her hands clean. once her delicate and long fingers were cleaned up, she reached for his free hand with both of hers, holding it close. )
I think I could benefit from that, especially given the nature of this place. I’ll scratch your back and you scratch mine sort of deal?
( whatever that really meant considering she had a thing for dads after all. )
[ In a lot of ways, she and Troy are the same in their lack of living. Only knowing one thing and struggling to adapt to a life outside of it. The only reason Troy seems to be so level headed is his appreciation that at least, this place is free of violent conflict as far as he knows. That brings another worrisome thought in his mind, but that's not something he wants to think about right now. ]
It's a deal.
[ He lets her hold his hand in that manner, letting it linger before he returns the gesture in his own way. That same hand in her gentle grasp shifts and takes her right hand, feeling the softness of her skin with his thumb and giving her knuckles a kiss. He can't help but laugh at himself for that, face turning a slight shade of red underneath his golden complexion. ]
Sorry. Was that too old school?
[ Such a gesture would be more at home in period dramas. ]
( well that was certainly something she hadn’t been expecting. he had seen her naked, possibly slept with her [though she was doubtful anything had really happened], and yet here he was being an absolute gentleman-
for a moment she remained silent with wide eyes as she watched the gesture before she began to chuckle, slowly taking her hand away from his. it almost made her feel lonely; his affection was something she hadn’t felt in a long time. even when she was last dating someone, it was an escort who wasn’t this kind. )
Not at all, that was actually…really nice.
( clearly she was starved for affection. )
Um…you’re not here in this place with anyone else are you?
[ Loneliness. That's something he feels too, and it reminded him of itself when their hands touched like that. The feeling of lonesomeness lingering in the depths of his mind, brought along with him into this new world. He smiles, grateful, but also honest when he answers her: ]
No. Just me.
[ He says, both in the sense that he's the only one from his world here, and that he's not seeing anyone else at the moment. He couldn't anyway, still having his ex in the back of his mind like a lost lenore. ]
( as he spoke those words, her eyes wandered back to her plate and immediately she began to eat more from it, this time picking up a fork to scoop up whatever she could before it got too cold. she didn't want to linger on those thoughts for very long but soon—
she would have to answer him. so after a rather big bite, she spoke up, her left hand briefly covering her mouth. )
All alone here too....but I'm kinda used to it. My luck with relationships hasn't been that great.
( reira was probably better off not admitting anything of the sort to him but he seemed nice. at least nice enough to offer to check on her. which brought her to this- )
I suppose....I should check up on you as much as I can. Given we're both alone and new here. I don't want you to feel like I'm the kind of person who won't follow through.
[ Troy nods as he listens, smiling softly at her returning his offer. ]
I'd like that. Now that we know each others' names, I shouldn't be hard to find.
[ Troy shows his hotel-provided watch, fitting snug against his brawny wrist. ]
Once you finish up, I can escort you back to where you need to be. 'least I could do, and with the hangover still making your head feel like an anvil, no doubt.
( she wasn’t quite sure where she needed to be considering her rank was still randomized at this point. however it wouldn’t kill her to explore this place further-
for once she was actually starting to become curious about everything going on and where exactly she should be sleeping. hopefully it wasn’t in the trunk of a car again like before, but who knew.
so while she continued on eating, she nodded at him and even laughed a little at his comment. )
It’s getting better, my body just feels like garbage you know? I should really take a rest, and hope they don’t subject us to another week long ‘party’ again.
( and on she continued, finishing up whatever remained on her plate that hadn’t grown cold just yet. )
Well I’ll take another look at the room and see if my ‘real’ clothing is hiding somewhere, if not I’ll just have to make do with this bathrobe.
[ Needed to be is what Troy chose to say so she can decide wherever in the hotel they can part ways. Guiding her to her room directly might be too much, so he wishes to give her some degree of privacy. ]
Sounds like a plan. Wont surprise me if everyone else is rockin' these robes too, though.
[ He shrugs, content in finishing his meal and cleaning up after himself. He combines both of their emptied trays to make it easier on the staff, letting Reira try to find some clothes while he did that. He'll wait for her before they leave the room, eventually parting ways not long after ]
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[ Troy lets her have the bag, and sits down on the edge of the bed to watch her drink some water. He carries himself with ease, letting his warm smile linger on his lips ]
Well at least it's not "argh the light is too bright help!" type of hangover. I helped you find a place to lay your head last night, so I'm glad you're not dead yet.
[ He says with a gentle laugh, gathering his thoughts of last night. ]
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( it was a bit difficult to believe any part of his story, whether he was omitting things for her sake or they just so happen to end up here out of sheer coincidence. after all, the true nature of this place was painfully clear to her after a while [the sex roulette and other games].
still he was good company, and maybe she shouldn't be saying this, but... )
I guess I should find a way to repay you for your kindness sometime. For now though, let's eat before the food really does get cold.
( she finally rose up from the bed, still keeping the sheet on herself and she made her way over towards where the tray of food was. )
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Got the feeling you'll get the chance soon enough, given how things get crazy here.
[ Troy observes her, eyes drawn to her features of her slender shoulders and wavy pink hair with an appreciative gaze before he lets his attention drift to the tray of food provided for them. He settles more into the bed to get the tray on his lap, taking the provided utensils into his hands, taking a small bite of the eggs for taste. ]
If you need a hand, let me know. Otherwise, the name's Troy. Figured you should know the name of the half-naked guy you slept next to.
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for now though she thought about his words, wondering just how this place operated. it seemed to be a reoccurring thing, to have people wake up in strange places, in a robes at best. as she reached for her own plate, she took a bite of a piece of toast before turning to face her companion for now. )
I may take you up on that, I'm actually pretty new here.
( a pause before she smiled at him brightly. )
What a gentleman, a pleasure Troy. My name is Layla, but people often call me 'Reira'.
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Well it's a pleasure, Reira. This isn't how my first meetings usually go. This place is already giving me first times for everything.
[ So that gives him a bit of hope that this place would give him enough distractions from whenever things get quiet. Whatever looming fear he has for his future here, he sets aside for now, focusing on the present and his new company. ]
The eggs are actually not bad too. That's a good sign. At least they're treating their newbies a little better than the usual spirited away scenario I'm used to.
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( her voice is flirtatious, but it was clear her nudity was overstaying its welcome. so she rose up, setting the piece of toast to the side for now. she pulled on the bedsheet and wrapped herself around it as she began to venture around the room to find something to better wrap herself up.
in the meantime, she remained attentive to his words. )
Hmm? So this isn't your first rodeo huh? It's starting to sound like to me we were all kidnapped after all, even if they've been strangely kind about it.
( now she's bent over in front of a closet, pulling forth a bath robe. )
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You could say that. Kidnapped, spirited away... Tomato, tomato.
[ He says as he takes a bite out of the slice of tomato on his plate. ]
Keep your guard up in any case. No more twigs or drinking in the future.
[ He jokes, even with a waving of his fork tapping at the air and directed at her ]
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it was clear she was enjoying the company. a bit too much perhaps. )
I guess you're right, no sense in truly questioning it beyond what they want from us. Have you been here long then?
( as she sat down next to him to return to her food, she began to dig into the bacon on the plate with ease, opting to use her fingers for that instead. )
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[ It's one of the reasons he feels comfortable eating the food here now, because so far there hasn't been any effect similar to his past experiences with being spirited away by mischievous spirits.
He watches her pick up that strip of bacon with her fingers. That lack of shame earned her a drop of respect from him, and her comfort around his presence to do that is a pleasant feeling. ]
Since we're both new, I propose we keep tabs on each other, like a buddy system. That way we can maximize our survivability here, should things go down.
[ Troy mirrors her, putting down his fork to pick up a piece of toast. ]
What do you say? We toast to this deal?
[ And he wonders why people call him a dad. ]
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to hear the truth almost made her laugh out of the sheer silliness of the whole thing. truly it just showed her just how inexperienced she was with actually living. all she knew was her job, being a singer and a celebrity, and nothing else.
and as she ate away at her food, one bite at a time, she kept her gaze on him and listened intently. once the last bite was swallowed down, she set the remaining piece of bacon onto the plate and picked up a napkin to wipe her hands clean. once her delicate and long fingers were cleaned up, she reached for his free hand with both of hers, holding it close. )
I think I could benefit from that, especially given the nature of this place. I’ll scratch your back and you scratch mine sort of deal?
( whatever that really meant considering she had a thing for dads after all. )
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It's a deal.
[ He lets her hold his hand in that manner, letting it linger before he returns the gesture in his own way. That same hand in her gentle grasp shifts and takes her right hand, feeling the softness of her skin with his thumb and giving her knuckles a kiss. He can't help but laugh at himself for that, face turning a slight shade of red underneath his golden complexion. ]
Sorry. Was that too old school?
[ Such a gesture would be more at home in period dramas. ]
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for a moment she remained silent with wide eyes as she watched the gesture before she began to chuckle, slowly taking her hand away from his. it almost made her feel lonely; his affection was something she hadn’t felt in a long time. even when she was last dating someone, it was an escort who wasn’t this kind. )
Not at all, that was actually…really nice.
( clearly she was starved for affection. )
Um…you’re not here in this place with anyone else are you?
( a girlfriend, a boyfriend, whatever… )
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No. Just me.
[ He says, both in the sense that he's the only one from his world here, and that he's not seeing anyone else at the moment. He couldn't anyway, still having his ex in the back of his mind like a lost lenore. ]
You?
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she would have to answer him. so after a rather big bite, she spoke up, her left hand briefly covering her mouth. )
All alone here too....but I'm kinda used to it. My luck with relationships hasn't been that great.
( reira was probably better off not admitting anything of the sort to him but he seemed nice. at least nice enough to offer to check on her. which brought her to this- )
I suppose....I should check up on you as much as I can. Given we're both alone and new here. I don't want you to feel like I'm the kind of person who won't follow through.
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I'd like that. Now that we know each others' names, I shouldn't be hard to find.
[ Troy shows his hotel-provided watch, fitting snug against his brawny wrist. ]
Once you finish up, I can escort you back to where you need to be. 'least I could do, and with the hangover still making your head feel like an anvil, no doubt.
good place to end?
for once she was actually starting to become curious about everything going on and where exactly she should be sleeping. hopefully it wasn’t in the trunk of a car again like before, but who knew.
so while she continued on eating, she nodded at him and even laughed a little at his comment. )
It’s getting better, my body just feels like garbage you know? I should really take a rest, and hope they don’t subject us to another week long ‘party’ again.
( and on she continued, finishing up whatever remained on her plate that hadn’t grown cold just yet. )
Well I’ll take another look at the room and see if my ‘real’ clothing is hiding somewhere, if not I’ll just have to make do with this bathrobe.
Good place to end!
Sounds like a plan. Wont surprise me if everyone else is rockin' these robes too, though.
[ He shrugs, content in finishing his meal and cleaning up after himself. He combines both of their emptied trays to make it easier on the staff, letting Reira try to find some clothes while he did that. He'll wait for her before they leave the room, eventually parting ways not long after ]