【 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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[ Without the context of ghosts and meta brackets to go off of, Nehan is left only to wonder what sort of person would snark with a man instead of freeing him from a trunk and playing hero. but he supposes there is no such thing as an overabundance of caution in a place that would abduct people and stuff them into limos.
He doesn't have much room to move, but still shifts onto his side, as properly face-to-face as one can be. ]
Well, I don't recall dying.
[ He could stand to treat this more seriously, but it's an absurd situation. ]
Besides—no offense, but I don't really want your soul.
[ The requisite for being a ghost means not having died, right? But if that's the case what does that make her? Under her breath she can't help but mutter - ]
At least that makes one of us.
[ Whether or not he hears it or not is impossible for her to know. A cloud threatens to loom over what should otherwise be (as far as she knows) a lovely evening and she catches herself, shooing it away with a shake of her head in favour of paying attention to something ridiculous instead. Thank god for purposefully short attention spans and a preference for non-serious situations. In protest she raps against the trunk with her knuckle. ]
Hey! You'd be lucky to have my soul if you won it in some weird ghost game.
[ Despite the scolding she will at least start to look for a way to open this thing. ]
And you can't blame me for being careful. Just a couple of months ago there were painted versions of ourselves trying to switch places with us.
The revelation gives him a moment's pause, but there's too many topics and buttons to press all at once; who is this? What happened to her? A dead woman walking? Months? Also, what the hell is he wearing. Some sort of gauzy robe. He stares ineffectually at the latch of the trunk, grateful at least that there's no seeing the tiny knit of his brow, as though that would be some grave overreaction. ]
Too much trouble. [ Keep your soul, mystery lady. ] I don't think you have to worry about me being some sort of... painted doppelganger. [ A pause. He tacks on, casually, ] And by the way, I don't know how much air's left in here.
[ Funnily enough that thought did cross her mind upon her own arrival. But she's concluded that she is somehow alive and well despite what she remembers just before waking up here.
That's neither here nor there though, right?
From the other side of the trunk her nose wrinkles a little at the insinuation that her soul could be anything but a pleasant experience to reap. Given the chance she would have immediately launched into 10 reasons why that isn't the case but then - ]
Cethleann's tits. Why didn't you say so earlier?
[ There's some more frantic motions from her side as she searches for something to release him when miraculously she does. The trunk on this one seems to be a slow moving one though - possibly because all of these cars have seen very little by way of action for Goddess know how long. Which means they get the slowest reveal of each other possible. And while she should probably ask if he's alright the first thing that comes to mind instead is - ]
[ The trunk cranks open very leisurely. And outside of it stands not a spooky ghost, but a young woman who leaves him feeling... underdressed. A very luxe sort of gown, compared to a tacky, semi-sheer robe with floaty feathers all along the collar.
He shields his eyes from the sudden parking garage lights, squinting at his savior. He sounds very grateful, which is to say, incredibly deadpan. ]
Thanks.
[ For the commentary, and the rescue. He's disheveled, some of his hair smacked flush to his face where he's started to sweat, but well enough to sit up and unfurl his limbs, eyes scrunching shut a second like a cat waking up from an over-long nap into a stretch.
Not the urgency of a dying man, but it's nice to be able to move, and he finally gets a good look at her. ]
I suppose I owe you my life, lady ghost. [ She looks pretty lively though. None of this is quite what he expects. ]
[ His lack of wardrobe is hardly his fault. Nor is she the type to judge him for that. If anything she's trying to think of a way to get him into more clothing because the robe leaves very little to the imagination. In the moment that she realizes she's staring she immediately moves her gaze so that it's staring at the roof of the trunk. ]
You can call me Hilda. I'd rather not be referred to as lady ghost - though it might make a fun moniker if I ever needed one.
[ Good thing she got him out when she did. The trunk isn't very interesting. Who would have thought. Her gaze flits back down to his face as she extends a hand for him to help him out should he need it. The car is making a strange noise and while she knows very little about them something tells her that it probably shouldn't.
After all it had been dead silent up until that point. ]
Are you alright? Sweatiness and lack of clothing that is.
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He doesn't have much room to move, but still shifts onto his side, as properly face-to-face as one can be. ]
Well, I don't recall dying.
[ He could stand to treat this more seriously, but it's an absurd situation. ]
Besides—no offense, but I don't really want your soul.
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At least that makes one of us.
[ Whether or not he hears it or not is impossible for her to know. A cloud threatens to loom over what should otherwise be (as far as she knows) a lovely evening and she catches herself, shooing it away with a shake of her head in favour of paying attention to something ridiculous instead. Thank god for purposefully short attention spans and a preference for non-serious situations. In protest she raps against the trunk with her knuckle. ]
Hey! You'd be lucky to have my soul if you won it in some weird ghost game.
[ Despite the scolding she will at least start to look for a way to open this thing. ]
And you can't blame me for being careful. Just a couple of months ago there were painted versions of ourselves trying to switch places with us.
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The revelation gives him a moment's pause, but there's too many topics and buttons to press all at once; who is this? What happened to her? A dead woman walking? Months? Also, what the hell is he wearing. Some sort of gauzy robe. He stares ineffectually at the latch of the trunk, grateful at least that there's no seeing the tiny knit of his brow, as though that would be some grave overreaction. ]
Too much trouble. [ Keep your soul, mystery lady. ] I don't think you have to worry about me being some sort of... painted doppelganger. [ A pause. He tacks on, casually, ] And by the way, I don't know how much air's left in here.
[ This is a lie, he just wants to be Out. ]
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That's neither here nor there though, right?
From the other side of the trunk her nose wrinkles a little at the insinuation that her soul could be anything but a pleasant experience to reap. Given the chance she would have immediately launched into 10 reasons why that isn't the case but then - ]
Cethleann's tits. Why didn't you say so earlier?
[ There's some more frantic motions from her side as she searches for something to release him when miraculously she does. The trunk on this one seems to be a slow moving one though - possibly because all of these cars have seen very little by way of action for Goddess know how long. Which means they get the slowest reveal of each other possible. And while she should probably ask if he's alright the first thing that comes to mind instead is - ]
...Nice robe.
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He shields his eyes from the sudden parking garage lights, squinting at his savior. He sounds very grateful, which is to say, incredibly deadpan. ]
Thanks.
[ For the commentary, and the rescue. He's disheveled, some of his hair smacked flush to his face where he's started to sweat, but well enough to sit up and unfurl his limbs, eyes scrunching shut a second like a cat waking up from an over-long nap into a stretch.
Not the urgency of a dying man, but it's nice to be able to move, and he finally gets a good look at her. ]
I suppose I owe you my life, lady ghost. [ She looks pretty lively though. None of this is quite what he expects. ]
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You can call me Hilda. I'd rather not be referred to as lady ghost - though it might make a fun moniker if I ever needed one.
[ Good thing she got him out when she did. The trunk isn't very interesting. Who would have thought. Her gaze flits back down to his face as she extends a hand for him to help him out should he need it. The car is making a strange noise and while she knows very little about them something tells her that it probably shouldn't.
After all it had been dead silent up until that point. ]
Are you alright? Sweatiness and lack of clothing that is.