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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.
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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.
▶ 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.
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▶ 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!
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[ There is something about Lappland that draws the nose as well as the eye. Especially with Red's sharp sense of smell. Of course, the ears and tail are unusual - but not totally out of the ordinary as far as she's concerned. ]
It's not about whether I know how to use the damn thing or not. It's just not something I'm used to seeing so openly!
I do! It looks like fun! [ genuinely, it does!... or maybe she's a bit of a pervert. a little of both, let's say. ] And there's nothing particularly wrong about liking a bit of fun, you know.
If you want, I'll spin it and use whatever I get if you're cautious about it. Not to worry, I'll be gentle!
[ she will! trust!!!
well, unless red is particularly cute while bullied. which she might just suspect is the case. ]
[ Why is she reminded of Luce in the early days? She frowns and gives the wheel a long look. There's a bit of a blush creeping into her cheeks. Yeah, she understands that this place has a focus on sex. Doesn't mean she finds it any less awkward yet. ]
...ugh. Might as well. Let's see what happens.
[ Admittedly she is not feeling incredibly sexy right now, but that can change. ]
Not like there's anything else to do to kill time.
[ she approaches the roulette to give the wheel a mighty spin and...
......... well. random.org lands on insta-prize.
so. very unexpectedly, she finds herself a little speechless as the casino worker excitedly explains her potential prizes to her and. uh, well, she did say she wanted this! and she does! but for a brief moment she finds herself inexplicably disappointed that she couldn't try out a sex toy on a potential new playmate. she looks hilariously split between excitement and disappointment in the most bizarre cocktail of emotions possibly since coming here. ]
Uh, I'll take the... the... [ what did she want. she catches red's eye, then gives a shrug. ] I dunno, what would you want?
[ not necessarily going to choose what red would, but she's a little curious what red might be leaning towards. ]
Red stares, eyes wide, as Lappland manages to get that INSTA-WIN on her first spin. She's just amazed. In her experience gambling never leads to an actual win. What does she do now? ]
Uh-
[ Wait, why is she asking her? ]
...probably the motorcycle, honestly. I don't think I'd use any of the other stuff.
[ she's just asking! you know, out of curiosity. that and, ] You know, I was leaning towards that option myself. You never know when you need to make a quick getaway or ram into something or someone, or take someone on a joyride.
I'll take the motorcycle, grazie~ [ and happily accepts the keys that the casino worker drops into her palm. well then! motorcycle get. ] How unexpected, looks like I really landed on a more substantial prize than a sex toy after all.
And come to think of it, I'm sure there's some amount of... fun I could have on a bike.
[ could she possibly try to fuck someone while on a motorcycle?
Where there's a will, there's a way~ [ as in, will being indoors stop her from trying to potentially run down an enemy or go on joyrides on a motorcycle?... no. but maybe she'll do that later. ]
Anyway, that's my spin. Why don't you give it a try, maybe you'll win big too.
Is that a serious question, really? You're supposed to wear it, obviously.
[ ... ] Or perhaps strangle someone with it. [ just possibilities that would occur to an ex-mafia famiglia wolf like her. ] Or, even better yet, strangle someone with it during sex. Shall we try just that?
You're not wrong, but there's nothing wrong with wearing them even underneath a suit. You could give a surprise to someone you're fond of when they take off your pants.
But otherwise I'll wear them instead. You could even put them on me, if you'd be so kind. [ a hand slinks down her thigh, the svelte of her black dress; it's actually long and elegant, rather than short enough to bare her legs much. ]
It'd be hidden on me too, but therein is the appeal. Nice lingerie can be a secret to be revealed when time comes.
[ She glances down skeptically at her own trouser leg, unsure if she's going to really want to roll the leg up... or take them off... in order to get this thing on. ]
Uh-
[ Hold on - just hold on - her brain is misfiring a bit as Lappland is suddenly talking about putting it on her. Ahem. ]
Of course, of course! Let's find a seat for me somewhere. [ ... ] But the only question, my gracious and gallant helper, is whether you'll oblige me by putting it on me in public or private.
[ and, well, it has to be used in a sex act! now whether red remembers that little bit of info might just spice this up all the more.
and guess who has no shame and might be an exhibitionist. ]
[ fine, no bullying red into being naughty in public. yet, potentially.
but she obliges in finding a champagne room nearby; lavish and luxury in the way the rest of the resort is, dimmed lights, plush couches. she allows herself to plop onto one with a flounce that doesn't quite fit her evening dress; elegant as the look is, her entire demeanor still screams casual and criminal. ]
[ The attitude really doesn't match the outfit. But then again, Red doesn't feel like she quite fits her own either. She pauses as she shuts the door behind her and then rolls her eyes. ]
...I'm not shy, I just have the common sense not to do that kind of thing in public!
[ There's a bit of a snap to her voice. Temper, temper. ]
Now what exactly do you mean by that? I did only request that you put this on for me, didn't I?
[ whatever left unsaid would totally be covered by plausible deniability, surely. and in any case she isn't the one requiring a sex act to be done! this could be taken up by the house if anything.
but in the meantime her black-clawed hands go to the hem of her dress; one talon casually cuts a slice into the fabric, then smoothly opening a long slit up the side and length of the gown. precise and flowing, practically as if tailored--and for the primary purpose of access. ]
[ Red gives her a slightly sour expression. She really doesn't want to have to try and explain herself here. So she leaves it at that - at least for now. She follows her to the couch and slowly slides onto her knees in front of her, feeling a prickly, heated sort of sensation over her skin. She takes a breath and lifts the garter with a nod. ]
[ the sly of her smile only grows like a wolf’s, a hunter’s; while not knowing red’s species or much of her at all, she could hazard a guess for her nature. lappland is a lone wolf, but she likes to bully. and come out on top. ]
Depends on whether you like feet, amica. I won’t judge. I quite like them myself. [ a lift of her leg to bare calf and thigh more from the slice of her dress; her shoes are strappy black heels, with the stripes of ribbons crisscrossing over her calves. heels aren’t quite her thing, but it fit the evening dress requirement and she can go with the flow when it comes to aesthetic.
the scent of her is wilderness and hinting at heat and warmth as the movement of her leg bares as well a glimpse of lace black panties. the garters would have to come with stockings; she isn’t wearing any, just bare legs overlap with black ribbon. ]
Would it be a problem for you to undo, or shall I?
[ Red mutters a touch sullenly. Apparently she doesn't feel strongly one way or the other. Or she's avoiding the subject, hard to say. Her eyes are drawn to the bare skin on display - and the scent of her, which more than anything is present to Red. She curls her fingers and then shakes her head. ]
I can undo it.
[ She very carefully starts that work and reaches out. Bare, warm fingers against bare skin. Her ears are burning, but she forges ahead all the same. ]
[ well, it’s polite to ask just in case she might want to step on red whether with heels or stockings. which yes, she does, but it’s only courteous to test someone’s comfort right? red’s answer is a little noncommittal but she supposes she’ll cross that bridge when it comes to it, because stockings won’t get in the way of… ]
Another question, then. For my own reference. [ her voice a murmur as she hooks her other heel to an ottoman or footrest nearby, drags it in so that she could rest her leg there, while cocking her calf for better access as the ribbons come undone. her skin is pale, to an almost sickly extent. and further up her thigh are black, mineral, rock-like lesions crawling up her leg. ]
[ Red's fingers pause as she gets a better look at the legs she's kneeling between by now. Then they go back to work. Her eyes flicker up to her with a frown. ]
What's up with your legs? You OK?
[ She might be grumpy, but there's a streak of kindness in her. Even as she undoes one ribbon and then another, working her way through the very intimate task before her. ]
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It's not about whether I know how to use the damn thing or not. It's just not something I'm used to seeing so openly!
[ She folds her arms with a grimace. ]
You really want to give this thing a spin?
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If you want, I'll spin it and use whatever I get if you're cautious about it. Not to worry, I'll be gentle!
[ she will! trust!!!
well, unless red is particularly cute while bullied. which she might just suspect is the case. ]
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...ugh. Might as well. Let's see what happens.
[ Admittedly she is not feeling incredibly sexy right now, but that can change. ]
Not like there's anything else to do to kill time.
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......... well. random.org lands on insta-prize.
so. very unexpectedly, she finds herself a little speechless as the casino worker excitedly explains her potential prizes to her and. uh, well, she did say she wanted this! and she does! but for a brief moment she finds herself inexplicably disappointed that she couldn't try out a sex toy on a potential new playmate. she looks hilariously split between excitement and disappointment in the most bizarre cocktail of emotions possibly since coming here. ]
Uh, I'll take the... the... [ what did she want. she catches red's eye, then gives a shrug. ] I dunno, what would you want?
[ not necessarily going to choose what red would, but she's a little curious what red might be leaning towards. ]
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What?
Red stares, eyes wide, as Lappland manages to get that INSTA-WIN on her first spin. She's just amazed. In her experience gambling never leads to an actual win. What does she do now? ]
Uh-
[ Wait, why is she asking her? ]
...probably the motorcycle, honestly. I don't think I'd use any of the other stuff.
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I'll take the motorcycle, grazie~ [ and happily accepts the keys that the casino worker drops into her palm. well then! motorcycle get. ] How unexpected, looks like I really landed on a more substantial prize than a sex toy after all.
And come to think of it, I'm sure there's some amount of... fun I could have on a bike.
[ could she possibly try to fuck someone while on a motorcycle?
... yes. she could. ]
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[ She can't imagine an indoor track, but this place seems pretty huge. She's not thinking about, uh, other activities on a bike just yet. ]
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Anyway, that's my spin. Why don't you give it a try, maybe you'll win big too.
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[ Red sighs and rubs her temple and then reaches up to rub her temple. She gives it a spin and-
A garter belt?
Red blinks as she's handed the garment. ]
...what am I supposed to do with this?
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[ ... ] Or perhaps strangle someone with it. [ just possibilities that would occur to an ex-mafia famiglia wolf like her. ] Or, even better yet, strangle someone with it during sex. Shall we try just that?
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[ Her tone is a bit flat. ]
Not right now. Sorry.
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But in the meantime you can still wear it. Or I could, if you're uncertain how.
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[ Red deadpans. ]
But I'm also wearing trousers so not exactly a matching outfit.
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But otherwise I'll wear them instead. You could even put them on me, if you'd be so kind. [ a hand slinks down her thigh, the svelte of her black dress; it's actually long and elegant, rather than short enough to bare her legs much. ]
It'd be hidden on me too, but therein is the appeal. Nice lingerie can be a secret to be revealed when time comes.
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[ She glances down skeptically at her own trouser leg, unsure if she's going to really want to roll the leg up... or take them off... in order to get this thing on. ]
Uh-
[ Hold on - just hold on - her brain is misfiring a bit as Lappland is suddenly talking about putting it on her. Ahem. ]
...if you want. I can do that. [ She gestures. ]
Just get your leg up.
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[ and, well, it has to be used in a sex act! now whether red remembers that little bit of info might just spice this up all the more.
and guess who has no shame and might be an exhibitionist. ]
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[ Her response is a bit flat. But at least she's not shying away from it. ]
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but she obliges in finding a champagne room nearby; lavish and luxury in the way the rest of the resort is, dimmed lights, plush couches. she allows herself to plop onto one with a flounce that doesn't quite fit her evening dress; elegant as the look is, her entire demeanor still screams casual and criminal. ]
Shy little cucciola, are you?
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...I'm not shy, I just have the common sense not to do that kind of thing in public!
[ There's a bit of a snap to her voice. Temper, temper. ]
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Now what exactly do you mean by that? I did only request that you put this on for me, didn't I?
[ whatever left unsaid would totally be covered by plausible deniability, surely. and in any case she isn't the one requiring a sex act to be done! this could be taken up by the house if anything.
but in the meantime her black-clawed hands go to the hem of her dress; one talon casually cuts a slice into the fabric, then smoothly opening a long slit up the side and length of the gown. precise and flowing, practically as if tailored--and for the primary purpose of access. ]
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[ Red gives her a slightly sour expression. She really doesn't want to have to try and explain herself here. So she leaves it at that - at least for now. She follows her to the couch and slowly slides onto her knees in front of her, feeling a prickly, heated sort of sensation over her skin. She takes a breath and lifts the garter with a nod. ]
Uh. Do you want me to take your shoe off...?
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Depends on whether you like feet, amica. I won’t judge. I quite like them myself. [ a lift of her leg to bare calf and thigh more from the slice of her dress; her shoes are strappy black heels, with the stripes of ribbons crisscrossing over her calves. heels aren’t quite her thing, but it fit the evening dress requirement and she can go with the flow when it comes to aesthetic.
the scent of her is wilderness and hinting at heat and warmth as the movement of her leg bares as well a glimpse of lace black panties. the garters would have to come with stockings; she isn’t wearing any, just bare legs overlap with black ribbon. ]
Would it be a problem for you to undo, or shall I?
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[ Red mutters a touch sullenly. Apparently she doesn't feel strongly one way or the other. Or she's avoiding the subject, hard to say. Her eyes are drawn to the bare skin on display - and the scent of her, which more than anything is present to Red. She curls her fingers and then shakes her head. ]
I can undo it.
[ She very carefully starts that work and reaches out. Bare, warm fingers against bare skin. Her ears are burning, but she forges ahead all the same. ]
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Another question, then. For my own reference. [ her voice a murmur as she hooks her other heel to an ottoman or footrest nearby, drags it in so that she could rest her leg there, while cocking her calf for better access as the ribbons come undone. her skin is pale, to an almost sickly extent. and further up her thigh are black, mineral, rock-like lesions crawling up her leg. ]
Do you like eating, or being eaten?
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What's up with your legs? You OK?
[ She might be grumpy, but there's a streak of kindness in her. Even as she undoes one ribbon and then another, working her way through the very intimate task before her. ]
i keep forgetting i still wanted to tag this AHHH
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