【 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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[It's not the first time he's been awoken by way of not knowing where he is. In fact, it happens so frequently here he's just come to expect it by now. Normally this means someone else is in his bed or something, and while this isn't his bed, someone else is here.
Kazuya creeks one eye open as he's yelled at, the epitome of calm and collected.
Hm.
Cat?
No, not quite.
Cat person. Cute...
He's too sleepy to stop himself. Probably wouldn't stop himself even if he wasn't as he reaches out to try and fucking pet the guy yelling at him.]
Cat...
[He's being so fucking helpful.]
i'm calling the police (sends a message in a bottle to stewart copeland)
[ of all the discriminatory things he's heard, cat is really up there. the level of offense is so high. jail for Kazuya for one thousand years.
no, but it is jarring that while he's busy having a gearshift drive uncomfortably against his tailbone and just discovered he's not alone in this weird, long, fancy naked prison, he also suddenly has a hand reaching toward his face. in the confusion, he doesn't even get it together enough to smack that hand away (or bite it, because i guess he's going to bite all the atlus characters today) and winds up being innocently pet on the head. his ears twitch unhappily.
[ Oh no... the ear twitch is possibly one of the cutest things he's ever seen, despite how disgruntled cat-guy is. It's like an arrow right into and through his heart.
Even if he's still being yelled at. His hand is slow to move. Very slow to move, but it does eventually, and he ends up blinking. ]
Oh. Sorry. Not the time?
[ There is never a right time to accost cat-boys, idiot.
He does, also very slowly, realize this is not his bed. And that the backseat isn't nearly as comfortable as it. So he'll roll, and hit the floor momentarily before he tries to get up and put the pieces of the puzzle together. ]
[ while Kazuya sorts his life out, Del focuses on fixing his robe and then his hair, in that order, ears flattened back. for being canine, he sure does look an awful lot like a scottish fold. it's an easy mistake to make. ]
Not ever the time, like. Do you just go around touching random strangers normally or were you feeling extra numpty today?
[ grumble grumble grumble. as if he doesn't want to be pet, actually? just, yeah, maybe not right now. not like this. it took long enough for him to let Junah get away with it, this kid's got a long way to go. in the meantime, Fidelio casts a cursory glance around at the word "car", with absolutely no recognition in those eyes whatsoever. ]
Dunno what it is. Some kinda weird room. Woke up here same as you.
[ Just so this guy doesn't think he's that special. He ends up in a lot of people's beds, alright? And this place kind of encourages touching strangers anyway. A headpet is the least offensive thing he could have gone with, in his opinion. ]
It looks like a car. A big limo, maybe? So we're probably in the parking garage.
[ Hold on. Hold up. Let him adjust himself proper, though he doesn't seem to care too much about the robe being disheveled around him. He's gone through this several times already while here. Best to not make a big deal out of it.
It's going to take him a few minutes to figure out where the door is, though. He's never been inside a limo in his life, and even when he does find it... it's locked? He pulls the handle and pushes a few times for good measure. Futzes with the locks.
Nothing seems to work. ]
... Guess we're stuck for now.
[ He doesn't sound too put off by it. More like it's a minor inconvenience. ]
[ well fuck him he guesses, that's what he gets for asking: an honest answer. not sure if it makes him feel better or worse. b...etter? maybe?
what really makes him feel better is discovering that this guy who doesn't know an animal from a paripus evidently knows exactly where they are. or at least what they're in, even if all of the words he uses to explain it to him are words he's not entirely familiar with. parking clicks, so he decides this is akin to a gauntlet runner. which means it can move. which means... ]
Hang on, if it's parked that means it can move, right? Can you move it? You know how to pilot one of these things?
[ his eye lights on the front seat—and the steering wheel. looks like a turny gadget to him, and he points it out like that means something. ]
If you're sure we're in the... garage, and this runner's runnin', then you can make yourself useful and get me outta here.
[He nods to the first question, hesitantly nods to the second, and then starts to shake his head to the third, stops, and incredibly hesitantly nods again.]
I've never actually driven a car before? I don't have my liscence, but there's a guy here I know, and he's told me all sorts of stuff about cars and how they work and drive.
[His practical knowledge is none. Zilch! Nada! All he has to go off of is when he's harassed Roche or when they've just fucked around and found out and he's laying sleepily on top of him after it's all said and done and the blond is yammering away in his ear about car parts and engines and all of that stuff. A good portion of it has even stuck!]
There's no actual way out of the parking garage though, even if I were to start driving it. The only way out just brings you to the main floor of the resort, and I don't think a car is fitting through those doors....
im here to macroaggression del, sent by way of one (1) Faltora.
Kazuya creeks one eye open as he's yelled at, the epitome of calm and collected.
Hm.
Cat?
No, not quite.
Cat person. Cute...
He's too sleepy to stop himself. Probably wouldn't stop himself even if he wasn't as he reaches out to try and fucking pet the guy yelling at him.]
Cat...
[He's being so fucking helpful.]
i'm calling the police (sends a message in a bottle to stewart copeland)
no, but it is jarring that while he's busy having a gearshift drive uncomfortably against his tailbone and just discovered he's not alone in this weird, long, fancy naked prison, he also suddenly has a hand reaching toward his face. in the confusion, he doesn't even get it together enough to smack that hand away (or bite it, because i guess he's going to bite all the atlus characters today) and winds up being innocently pet on the head. his ears twitch unhappily.
this is the weirdest moment of his life. ]
I'm not a—can you not do that right now?!
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Even if he's still being yelled at. His hand is slow to move. Very slow to move, but it does eventually, and he ends up blinking. ]
Oh. Sorry. Not the time?
[ There is never a right time to accost cat-boys, idiot.
He does, also very slowly, realize this is not his bed. And that the backseat isn't nearly as comfortable as it. So he'll roll, and hit the floor momentarily before he tries to get up and put the pieces of the puzzle together. ]
... Are we in a car?
[ Obviously. ]
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Not ever the time, like. Do you just go around touching random strangers normally or were you feeling extra numpty today?
[ grumble grumble grumble. as if he doesn't want to be pet, actually? just, yeah, maybe not right now. not like this. it took long enough for him to let Junah get away with it, this kid's got a long way to go. in the meantime, Fidelio casts a cursory glance around at the word "car", with absolutely no recognition in those eyes whatsoever. ]
Dunno what it is. Some kinda weird room. Woke up here same as you.
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[ Just so this guy doesn't think he's that special. He ends up in a lot of people's beds, alright? And this place kind of encourages touching strangers anyway. A headpet is the least offensive thing he could have gone with, in his opinion. ]
It looks like a car. A big limo, maybe? So we're probably in the parking garage.
[ Hold on. Hold up. Let him adjust himself proper, though he doesn't seem to care too much about the robe being disheveled around him. He's gone through this several times already while here. Best to not make a big deal out of it.
It's going to take him a few minutes to figure out where the door is, though. He's never been inside a limo in his life, and even when he does find it... it's locked? He pulls the handle and pushes a few times for good measure. Futzes with the locks.
Nothing seems to work. ]
... Guess we're stuck for now.
[ He doesn't sound too put off by it. More like it's a minor inconvenience. ]
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what really makes him feel better is discovering that this guy who doesn't know an animal from a paripus evidently knows exactly where they are. or at least what they're in, even if all of the words he uses to explain it to him are words he's not entirely familiar with. parking clicks, so he decides this is akin to a gauntlet runner. which means it can move. which means... ]
Hang on, if it's parked that means it can move, right? Can you move it? You know how to pilot one of these things?
[ his eye lights on the front seat—and the steering wheel. looks like a turny gadget to him, and he points it out like that means something. ]
If you're sure we're in the... garage, and this runner's runnin', then you can make yourself useful and get me outta here.
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I've never actually driven a car before? I don't have my liscence, but there's a guy here I know, and he's told me all sorts of stuff about cars and how they work and drive.
[His practical knowledge is none. Zilch! Nada! All he has to go off of is when he's harassed Roche or when they've just fucked around and found out and he's laying sleepily on top of him after it's all said and done and the blond is yammering away in his ear about car parts and engines and all of that stuff. A good portion of it has even stuck!]
There's no actual way out of the parking garage though, even if I were to start driving it. The only way out just brings you to the main floor of the resort, and I don't think a car is fitting through those doors....