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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.
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[ matter-of-factly: ] No, it's still weird. Especially if something really did happen last night and we only knew each other's names just now.
[ she's not that kind of girl? usually? she's only been in this place for a couple of days and already she's been fooling around like it's always been her nature to do so. although at some point, she's gonna have to start acting glib when it comes to casual encounters in order to survive here. too bad she's not that good at acting candid when it comes to... anything that isn't all about death and hypercapitalism in the city, really.
she tries to sit up, only to be brought back down by his hands that are multitasking between the braid he's been busying himself with and the bottle of water, which she takes from him with a sigh. luckily for the both of them, she would've made a point last night to strip her gaudy outfit off in favor of a dress shirt she'd found on the floor last night before completely passing out -- that might've belonged to ely because i say so 🙂↕️ ]
Are you done? [ with the braid. ] I need to get up.
[ can she take a look? she's going to touch the crown of her head, bemoan at the lack of headband, and slide her fingers down to caress his work of art - if one can even call it that. ]
[ she's really just leaving him shirtless out here, damn. he probably worked hard to find that dress shirt? now he's just exposed… cold… ]
I'm under the impression that both are supposedly standard fare here, so maybe we'd be the weird ones for thinking that way? Oh well.
[ As it turns out, the braid doesn't really serve any purpose other than keeping his hands occupied. Lacking a tie to secure it, he eventually lets her hair fall loose with a laugh, the remnants of it lingering before it fully comes apart. Either way, hope she enjoys rocking some kind of duality with her hair right now, with it half neatly "combed" and half unapologetically bedhead.
That's what she gets for her lack of reaction to being pampered by a hot guy…… Life's so hard, man. ]
[ it's really too bad she barely bats an eye at elysium's immaculate bod -- flawless pale skin and toned muscles on the right places, except for a few curious rocks that are stuck to his shoulder? now that ishmael's a little more awake it's one of the first things she notices about him instead not his pretty face. rest in pieces. ]
Keyword: supposedly. I don't even know that the hookup culture here's gotten to this point. It's going to take me a while to get used to it.
[ if at all. ishmael is hardly a prude by any means, but being made to participate in those party games that involve leaving hickeys and slapping other people's asses for fun and profit on top of having to listen to these randos talk so candidly about their sex lives -- it's all too much for someone who came from the most repressed world of all time.
her hand reaches up once more to check the damage he'd done to her hair. ohh, that does NOT feel good. she was going to get up and take a bath or something, but elysium's question make her stop in her steps as she sits back down on the plush bed. ]
That's the thing. I don't know where to go from here, actually. [ her shoulders deflate like a balloon. ] My compass isn't here -- not that they'd be of any help if at all -- and so's my headband which I've been trying to look all over this shithole and...
[ she holds her head as her migraine worsens, elysium's paltry efforts now even more ruined as she yammers on in a panic. okay, deep breath. ]
...I don't know. I'll figure it out eventually but right now, I... really don't know.
[ losing it at her traumadumping on him three tags in. some things never change.
Anyway! He shrugs loosely. If her gaze happens to linger on the crystals protruding from his body, he just winks. She can ask about it if she wants, but he's not going to act cagey when they've already been out for everyone to see. But, it isn't like he isn't observing her in his own way, either—noting how her expression shifts from nonchalance to frustration, while turning various other things in his mind.
In the end, there's no better way to say it other than that she seems like she's really going through it. He tilts his head, curious, then gently places his palm atop her head. It feels like the right thing to do, even if it's not a proper replacement for what she's missing. They've already slept together (??) what's a little more intimacy on the less intrusive side of things? ]
What kind of headband is it? If it's a memento, I've heard you can occasionally ask the house for things from back home. Figures, if there's an incentive they can dangle over you to play their games, they'll leverage it.
[ pat pat. ]
You'll have to decide for yourself whether it's worth it or not, but any way you have it, aren't you rushing things a little? In the minute we've shared, I've learned more about you than anyone else I've met, and I've yet to learn your name. [ the fact that this could also speak to how many other people he's spoken to. zero (0). but she doesn't need to know that. ] Nice and slow. Figure it out bit by bit, one step at a time. How about we do that together?
[ STOP there's a difference between traumadumping and lowkey panicking that she doesn't know jack shit about this world. regardless, sorry for freaking out on you king do you think she's still hot 🧍♂️
actually, don't answer that. she's put her face in her own hands and continues to lament until she feels a reassuring hand on her head. gestures like this feel strange coming from a total stranger but not an unwelcome one; it's something that her fellow sailors tend to do whenever she finds herself going through it on the ship back during the day, too.
she peeks at him through her fingers, watching him carefully -- particularly the crystals on his body and wonders if they sparkled in the night when they did... something together (???). then, determining that she's got nothing to lose here when this house has taken even the clothes on her back, she puts her hands down on her sides and takes another deep breath.
one step at a time, nice and slow. she can do that. ]
...Call me Ishmael. My headband... You could say it's unique. It's made out of hemp rope that I braided with a knot, and I put white ribbons at either side of it. [ it makes her sound moe as fuck when she puts it like that, but hear her out. ] If they indeed took it just to make me play their games, I'm mad that it's working.
There is no universe where Ishmael isn't attractive, don't worry. As far as the Originium crystals go, their surfaces catch light just enough to reflect faint, subdued shines. Unassuming at first glance, but not without their own allure to those who may be unfamiliar. It might even seem like he's proud of them.
Either way, I'm steering this to something shorter you can't stop me!! ]
I see. I wonder if someone might be able to make a request on your behalf?
[ He pulls his hands back, forming a makeshift frame with his fingers, one eye closing as he studies her through the improvised shape. A little like he's imagining the headband on her, while an amused smile tugs at his mouth. It does sound cute, but at least he holds back the laugh. ]
Say, it might be more worthwhile to deal with other players than the house itself. You may not be able to escape their game completely, but every board does have its loopholes or quirks. You just have to find them.
[ SHE'S NEVER SEEN THEM BEFORE OKAY so they are alluring to her in a way. just... not the guy wearing them, apparently. maybe.
she blinks at the makeshift frame, her face flat as she raises a brow. i too am going to make this short bc im lazy ]
Loopholes? I don't know... The rules seem foolproof to me. If you have sex with enough people, you'll get your wish granted -- assuming that it's even possible in the first place.
[ even an idiot would be hard-pressed to misconstrue such simple instructions. ]
This draft is cold as fuck so he's just gonna grab the sheets off the bed and wrap himself around it while standing. When's Ishmael going to realise she stole from him… will she even… damn. ]
Not in the strictest sense. [ a laugh. ] I'm saying it might be possible to skate by doing the bare minimum. I mean, it's one [ banana ] headband, what could it cost?
As much as a shirt, maybe?
[ staring at her. with a semi-amused, wry smile… ]
[ it does make sense that a headband would be pretty cheap to get back, but... what's he smiling at her for. she looks down at her shirt, then at elysium, then the shirt, then elysium again.
...oh. ]
Shit. This is your shirt, isn't it? [ eep, now she's embarrassed. ] Sorry, I didn't know--
[ she's unbuttoning the shirt in a hurry now, help ]
By the time she reaches the second button, he hurriedly grabs her hands to stop her in her tracks. ]
It's a joke!! A joke! I thought you'd appreciate the levity.
[ that only really works if they actually knew each other… anyway. ]
I can make do with just about anything. Even one of the robes would work if we could find one somewhere. That's the perk of being a hot guy with confidence—throw us in anything, and we'll still pull it off. Easy peasy.
[ thank you, now she's spared from getting naked in front of another guy and he's spared from seeing more of her cleavage. what a close call. ]
...Did you really just call yourself hot?
[ that's so cringe, even if it's objectively true. she's just not into ikemen, is all. but she could probably use that unflappability in order to survive this place, huh. ]
There's a time and place for levity, you know. [ she tries to subtly tug her hands from his grasp. ] Then again, I almost thought you're propositioning me since a headband like that isn't going to cost much, so maybe you just needed better material.
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[ she's not that kind of girl? usually? she's only been in this place for a couple of days and already she's been fooling around like it's always been her nature to do so. although at some point, she's gonna have to start acting glib when it comes to casual encounters in order to survive here. too bad she's not that good at acting candid when it comes to... anything that isn't all about death and hypercapitalism in the city, really.
she tries to sit up, only to be brought back down by his hands that are multitasking between the braid he's been busying himself with and the bottle of water, which she takes from him with a sigh. luckily for the both of them, she would've made a point last night to strip her gaudy outfit off in favor of a dress shirt she'd found on the floor last night before completely passing out -- that might've belonged to ely because i say so 🙂↕️ ]
Are you done? [ with the braid. ] I need to get up.
[ can she take a look? she's going to touch the crown of her head, bemoan at the lack of headband, and slide her fingers down to caress his work of art - if one can even call it that. ]
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I'm under the impression that both are supposedly standard fare here, so maybe we'd be the weird ones for thinking that way? Oh well.
[ As it turns out, the braid doesn't really serve any purpose other than keeping his hands occupied. Lacking a tie to secure it, he eventually lets her hair fall loose with a laugh, the remnants of it lingering before it fully comes apart. Either way, hope she enjoys rocking some kind of duality with her hair right now, with it half neatly "combed" and half unapologetically bedhead.
That's what she gets for her lack of reaction to being pampered by a hot guy…… Life's so hard, man. ]
Got somewhere to be already?
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Keyword: supposedly. I don't even know that the hookup culture here's gotten to this point. It's going to take me a while to get used to it.
[ if at all. ishmael is hardly a prude by any means, but being made to participate in those party games that involve leaving hickeys and slapping other people's asses for fun and profit on top of having to listen to these randos talk so candidly about their sex lives -- it's all too much for someone who came from the most repressed world of all time.
her hand reaches up once more to check the damage he'd done to her hair. ohh, that does NOT feel good. she was going to get up and take a bath or something, but elysium's question make her stop in her steps as she sits back down on the plush bed. ]
That's the thing. I don't know where to go from here, actually. [ her shoulders deflate like a balloon. ] My compass isn't here -- not that they'd be of any help if at all -- and so's my headband which I've been trying to look all over this shithole and...
[ she holds her head as her migraine worsens, elysium's paltry efforts now even more ruined as she yammers on in a panic. okay, deep breath. ]
...I don't know. I'll figure it out eventually but right now, I... really don't know.
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Anyway! He shrugs loosely. If her gaze happens to linger on the crystals protruding from his body, he just winks. She can ask about it if she wants, but he's not going to act cagey when they've already been out for everyone to see. But, it isn't like he isn't observing her in his own way, either—noting how her expression shifts from nonchalance to frustration, while turning various other things in his mind.
In the end, there's no better way to say it other than that she seems like she's really going through it. He tilts his head, curious, then gently places his palm atop her head. It feels like the right thing to do, even if it's not a proper replacement for what she's missing. They've already slept together (??) what's a little more intimacy on the less intrusive side of things? ]
What kind of headband is it? If it's a memento, I've heard you can occasionally ask the house for things from back home. Figures, if there's an incentive they can dangle over you to play their games, they'll leverage it.
[ pat pat. ]
You'll have to decide for yourself whether it's worth it or not, but any way you have it, aren't you rushing things a little? In the minute we've shared, I've learned more about you than anyone else I've met, and I've yet to learn your name. [ the fact that this could also speak to how many other people he's spoken to. zero (0). but she doesn't need to know that. ] Nice and slow. Figure it out bit by bit, one step at a time. How about we do that together?
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actually, don't answer that. she's put her face in her own hands and continues to lament until she feels a reassuring hand on her head. gestures like this feel strange coming from a total stranger but not an unwelcome one; it's something that her fellow sailors tend to do whenever she finds herself going through it on the ship back during the day, too.
she peeks at him through her fingers, watching him carefully -- particularly the crystals on his body and wonders if they sparkled in the night when they did... something together (???). then, determining that she's got nothing to lose here when this house has taken even the clothes on her back, she puts her hands down on her sides and takes another deep breath.
one step at a time, nice and slow. she can do that. ]
...Call me Ishmael. My headband... You could say it's unique. It's made out of hemp rope that I braided with a knot, and I put white ribbons at either side of it. [ it makes her sound moe as fuck when she puts it like that, but hear her out. ] If they indeed took it just to make me play their games, I'm mad that it's working.
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There is no universe where Ishmael isn't attractive, don't worry. As far as the Originium crystals go, their surfaces catch light just enough to reflect faint, subdued shines. Unassuming at first glance, but not without their own allure to those who may be unfamiliar. It might even seem like he's proud of them.
Either way, I'm steering this to something shorter you can't stop me!! ]
I see. I wonder if someone might be able to make a request on your behalf?
[ He pulls his hands back, forming a makeshift frame with his fingers, one eye closing as he studies her through the improvised shape. A little like he's imagining the headband on her, while an amused smile tugs at his mouth. It does sound cute, but at least he holds back the laugh. ]
Say, it might be more worthwhile to deal with other players than the house itself. You may not be able to escape their game completely, but every board does have its loopholes or quirks. You just have to find them.
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she blinks at the makeshift frame, her face flat as she raises a brow. i too am going to make this short bc im lazy ]
Loopholes? I don't know... The rules seem foolproof to me. If you have sex with enough people, you'll get your wish granted -- assuming that it's even possible in the first place.
[ even an idiot would be hard-pressed to misconstrue such simple instructions. ]
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This draft is cold as fuck so he's just gonna grab the sheets off the bed and wrap himself around it while standing. When's Ishmael going to realise she stole from him… will she even… damn. ]
Not in the strictest sense. [ a laugh. ] I'm saying it might be possible to skate by doing the bare minimum. I mean, it's one [ banana ] headband, what could it cost?
As much as a shirt, maybe?
[ staring at her. with a semi-amused, wry smile… ]
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...oh. ]
Shit. This is your shirt, isn't it? [ eep, now she's embarrassed. ] Sorry, I didn't know--
[ she's unbuttoning the shirt in a hurry now, help ]
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By the time she reaches the second button, he hurriedly grabs her hands to stop her in her tracks. ]
It's a joke!! A joke! I thought you'd appreciate the levity.
[ that only really works if they actually knew each other… anyway. ]
I can make do with just about anything. Even one of the robes would work if we could find one somewhere. That's the perk of being a hot guy with confidence—throw us in anything, and we'll still pull it off. Easy peasy.
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...Did you really just call yourself hot?
[ that's so cringe, even if it's objectively true. she's just not into ikemen, is all. but she could probably use that unflappability in order to survive this place, huh. ]
There's a time and place for levity, you know. [ she tries to subtly tug her hands from his grasp. ] Then again, I almost thought you're propositioning me since a headband like that isn't going to cost much, so maybe you just needed better material.