【 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.
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[ similarly, shylock is sensing something lowkey sinister from the other man sitting across him. it feels more or less like a miasma surrounding the boy, particularly coming from that concealed eye of is. how curious. and curious western wizards like shylock would like nothing more than to try and take a peek of what's underneath -- but that's rather unbecoming of a gentleman like him, is it?
and thus, he will behave. it's like vibing with the likes of owen and company. it's fine. he chuckles at the result of the dice roll, his smile widening at matoba. ]
My, already? I would've shown you my chest any time if you're so inclined.
[ he's beginning to unbutton his suit and tugs the fabric aside, revealing a certain tattoo underneath. ]
It seems that's the will of the dice, [Matoba chuckles, giving a light shrug with a roll of his shoulder and rising slowly from his seat across the table. He takes two strides closer, just enough to stand over Shylock and cast his shadow, his good eye falling to the mark just inside of his shirt.]
[How interesting. Certainly not just a coincidence, Matoba wonders if that mark is something like a curse, or more like a protective charm. He reaches out, brushing fingertips along the shape of Shylock's collarbone with a touch that barely brushes enough to scratch- light enough to tickle- and then round with a flourish to feel out the skin over that mark.]
[...He doesn't sense something malicious from it...]
[The path of his fingertips dips just under the curve of Shylock's chest, and nails claw lightly against the top of a rib before his hand draws out again. Maybe just enough to leave a light scratch?]
Hmm. I'm not especially partial to it either way, [He decides, a flippant dismissal as he steps back to his seat and plops back down.] But the prompt was a little boring.
Maybe yours will be more fun. [He pushes the dice back across the table for Shylock's turn.]
[ wouldn't he like to know about this mark? shylock sits there, smiling idly as his eyes dim when matoba lightly traces over his skin. it barely tickles him, right up until the other man's hands explore the tattoo as if to sus something out from it.
but alas, there's nothing special about that mark right now. seems that his heart does not feel like setting itself ablaze to impress the young man here. if he felt matoba scratching at his rib for a moment there, he doesn't let it show in his face; instead, he'll just tuck that away for future reference with a rather nonchalant expression. surely this man isn't already showing his own prejudice towards him, is he?
humans truly are fickle.
with a chuckle, shylock picks up the die and throws it down with a flourish: a 10 and a 2. wow. ]
Now, that's more like it. [ he stands from his seat, prompting matoba to stand up once more. or maybe he should sit for this? whichever he chooses, shylock will obediently get on his knees before him. ] Will you do the honors? Or shall I lift the fabric myself?
[Ah, he is being watched. And not simply in the manner in which two players of a game sizing one another up might be, but rather he feels the man settle back in a particular way when Matoba is inspecting the strange mark, and eying him with a smothered reaction- amusement maybe, or suspicion?- when he returns to his seat. Has he found something, after all?]
[He didn't notice a cardsuit in that design, and so he thinks it must be unrelated to the game. With that in mind, he will have to examine this man more closely.]
[In any case, he needs to be more alert of what's happening outside of his observation. Matoba glances down at the dice, and the guide of actions associated with them, and raises an eyebrow.]
I'm beginning to think this resort associates me with certain proclivities that are not to my tastes, [He says dryly- yet nonetheless, Matoba slides fingers into his tightly-wrapped kimono, and untucks it to loosen it from around his body, giving Shylock proper access. Wouldn't you know it- the man's inner thighs are already a scattershot of tiny red and purple marks, ranging from nips to full on, toothy bites- some have even left tiny scars.]
[A veritable chewtoy. Not that he's enthused about it.] Do what you must.
[ he can't help but let out a small chuckle at the sight of his thighs, sorry. ]
You can simply turn this prompt down, if you like. Unless you're desperate for cash like the other newcomers here.
[ as if shylock isn't one. but in truth, he's not really in it for the money at all. while he knows he's going to require chips in the long run, especially while he's new here like all the others, he's in no rush to do so in this particular round. the man before him is far more intriguing than the end result of this game. ]
But it had felt good, didn't it? After all, you can tell the kind of person from the bites they'd left on you. [ with a gentle caress, he traces his fingers over the marks left on matoba's inner thigh. ] This little nip is the playful sort, wanting to get a reaction out of you. This full-on bite came from a more possessive kind. And these scars...
[ well. there are plenty of takeaways from those alone, but shylock isn't here to psychoanalyze this man's partners. he is here to lean in and bite down on the clearest patch of skin he can find on matoba's inner thigh, tongue darting out to lick his impression in place when he's done. ]
There. [ he stands up with a satisfied smile. ] Will that suffice?
There are easier and more consistent ways of making chips, [Matoba responds, precise and a little curt.] I think that you will soon find- even among the high-rollers, these games are not played for such a simplistic thing.
[Are they ever? Is money alone enough to quench the thirst of someone who chooses high-stakes living? Thrills of all kinds could be found in this resort, but after a while, one's senses are dulled to the littler things. The stakes can only climb higher and higher.]
[Though, that also is not why Matoba is here.]
[He watches Shylock like a hawk, staring downward at prey even though he's the one being snacked on, yet again. As Shylock examines the various bites and traces them with his fingertips, skin shivers just the slightest. He's not wrong on most of his reads. The deepest bite, one that has scarred, was from the one that despite his state of denial had gone so far as to lay claim to him. The nips came from one that was trying to get one up over on him, even though Matoba was always the one that found a way to worm annoyance under his skin, tit for tat.]
[The marks seem like they were made over a span of time- some fresher and more recent, and others months old. A long and torrid history plays out among them. And now Shylock can join them. What sort of impression will he choose to leave?]
[Shylock might not be here to pschoanalyze, but Matoba is watching to make exactly that sort of read. It isn't too hard, but it isn't shy, either. A simple impression, with a little flick of playful tenderness at its end. Inscrutable. How vexing.]
I'm sure it will count, [Matoba agrees, and closes his knees to tidy his kimono back over his hips.] Are you satisfied with it?
[He reaches forward to take the dice for himself, awaiting Shylock's answer before he rolls.]
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and thus, he will behave. it's like vibing with the likes of owen and company. it's fine. he chuckles at the result of the dice roll, his smile widening at matoba. ]
My, already? I would've shown you my chest any time if you're so inclined.
[ he's beginning to unbutton his suit and tugs the fabric aside, revealing a certain tattoo underneath. ]
Is this what you like to see?
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[How interesting. Certainly not just a coincidence, Matoba wonders if that mark is something like a curse, or more like a protective charm. He reaches out, brushing fingertips along the shape of Shylock's collarbone with a touch that barely brushes enough to scratch- light enough to tickle- and then round with a flourish to feel out the skin over that mark.]
[...He doesn't sense something malicious from it...]
[The path of his fingertips dips just under the curve of Shylock's chest, and nails claw lightly against the top of a rib before his hand draws out again. Maybe just enough to leave a light scratch?]
Hmm. I'm not especially partial to it either way, [He decides, a flippant dismissal as he steps back to his seat and plops back down.] But the prompt was a little boring.
Maybe yours will be more fun. [He pushes the dice back across the table for Shylock's turn.]
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but alas, there's nothing special about that mark right now. seems that his heart does not feel like setting itself ablaze to impress the young man here. if he felt matoba scratching at his rib for a moment there, he doesn't let it show in his face; instead, he'll just tuck that away for future reference with a rather nonchalant expression. surely this man isn't already showing his own prejudice towards him, is he?
humans truly are fickle.
with a chuckle, shylock picks up the die and throws it down with a flourish: a 10 and a 2. wow. ]
Now, that's more like it. [ he stands from his seat, prompting matoba to stand up once more. or maybe he should sit for this? whichever he chooses, shylock will obediently get on his knees before him. ] Will you do the honors? Or shall I lift the fabric myself?
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[He didn't notice a cardsuit in that design, and so he thinks it must be unrelated to the game. With that in mind, he will have to examine this man more closely.]
[In any case, he needs to be more alert of what's happening outside of his observation. Matoba glances down at the dice, and the guide of actions associated with them, and raises an eyebrow.]
I'm beginning to think this resort associates me with certain proclivities that are not to my tastes, [He says dryly- yet nonetheless, Matoba slides fingers into his tightly-wrapped kimono, and untucks it to loosen it from around his body, giving Shylock proper access. Wouldn't you know it- the man's inner thighs are already a scattershot of tiny red and purple marks, ranging from nips to full on, toothy bites- some have even left tiny scars.]
[A veritable chewtoy. Not that he's enthused about it.] Do what you must.
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[ he can't help but let out a small chuckle at the sight of his thighs, sorry. ]
You can simply turn this prompt down, if you like. Unless you're desperate for cash like the other newcomers here.
[ as if shylock isn't one. but in truth, he's not really in it for the money at all. while he knows he's going to require chips in the long run, especially while he's new here like all the others, he's in no rush to do so in this particular round. the man before him is far more intriguing than the end result of this game. ]
But it had felt good, didn't it? After all, you can tell the kind of person from the bites they'd left on you. [ with a gentle caress, he traces his fingers over the marks left on matoba's inner thigh. ] This little nip is the playful sort, wanting to get a reaction out of you. This full-on bite came from a more possessive kind. And these scars...
[ well. there are plenty of takeaways from those alone, but shylock isn't here to psychoanalyze this man's partners. he is here to lean in and bite down on the clearest patch of skin he can find on matoba's inner thigh, tongue darting out to lick his impression in place when he's done. ]
There. [ he stands up with a satisfied smile. ] Will that suffice?
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[Are they ever? Is money alone enough to quench the thirst of someone who chooses high-stakes living? Thrills of all kinds could be found in this resort, but after a while, one's senses are dulled to the littler things. The stakes can only climb higher and higher.]
[Though, that also is not why Matoba is here.]
[He watches Shylock like a hawk, staring downward at prey even though he's the one being snacked on, yet again. As Shylock examines the various bites and traces them with his fingertips, skin shivers just the slightest. He's not wrong on most of his reads. The deepest bite, one that has scarred, was from the one that despite his state of denial had gone so far as to lay claim to him. The nips came from one that was trying to get one up over on him, even though Matoba was always the one that found a way to worm annoyance under his skin, tit for tat.]
[The marks seem like they were made over a span of time- some fresher and more recent, and others months old. A long and torrid history plays out among them. And now Shylock can join them. What sort of impression will he choose to leave?]
[Shylock might not be here to pschoanalyze, but Matoba is watching to make exactly that sort of read. It isn't too hard, but it isn't shy, either. A simple impression, with a little flick of playful tenderness at its end. Inscrutable. How vexing.]
I'm sure it will count, [Matoba agrees, and closes his knees to tidy his kimono back over his hips.] Are you satisfied with it?
[He reaches forward to take the dice for himself, awaiting Shylock's answer before he rolls.]