【 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.
▶ If you do not currently have permissions and kinks listed in your character’s journal we suggest leaving a note in your top level of any limits or boundaries for other players to reference.
Would you like me to be the kind of person who steals into other peoples' beds?
[ and quick with it too. he is the kind of person to be contrary just for the sake of it, judging from a sly smile, but it seems to pass after a moment of grievance. Vanitas, just like him, didn't exactly ask for this predicament... so he hands over the aspirin too, putting a pack on the lush silk and fur blankets that have made a bed into more of a nest. ]
You'll find this place has a will of its own that supersedes anyone else's. It's downright supernatural.
[ another beat, debating. then, he points at Vanitas and knocks against his own head, indicating his helmet. ]
A bit like that. [ well, "supernatural" is a word for skintight pajamas made of darkness, anyway. ]
[food and drink he's never experienced churns inside his stomach, liquor vestiges pound in his veins and head, and now he's given this to assist? along with a man who apparently needs validation on what sort of person he should be.]
Huh. You should really decide your character before opening your mouth.
[as if he believes this strange would "be" anyone another person wants him to be. perhaps if he offered it devoid of emotion and baiting tempt, a vapid idiot or power mad greed would take him up. swinging his legs from the bed, he plants them and rises, dragging the fabric around his waist off after him. tattered edges slap the backs of his thighs and he smoothly tosses one bottle into the other hand. frees up a hand for something else.
oh look. now he's giving information. a bare turn of his head suggests he's paying attention at least.]
I figured that out a while ago. [when he attempted to leave. even the corridors of darkness remained locked to "within" this thing.]
So, didja come in here on your own, or are we bedmates supernaturally?
[ fair accusation barbed beneath the command, but he doubts sharing the reason for the indecision comes from a gut-deep pity would be particularly welcome, nor does he feel keen to reveal the kindred. it's abating the more time he spends in this presence, anyway. ]
[ once alone in the bed, Getou throws himself diagonally over it, hair flipping over the pillow Vanitas had barely managed to use, arms lifted above his head to fiddle with his watch, at half-attention; he seems to be using it as an excuse to mull over his answer once again. ]
I followed you, [ a confession made without eye contact, a stillness that's controlled deception. his blunt nail clicks on the watch's surface, and he wrestles with the old liquored dryness on his tongue. ] You were the most interesting thing in the room.
[far too many masks exist in his world and mind for him to consider anyone wearing their true character. only a few exist without such a concealment, and most of those aren't even aware of their naked heart. an easy way to tell actually. this guy's kindness... he can sense genuine feeling, albeit with undercurrents making it hard to trust.
he followed him? someone has time on his hands. sarcasm contracts his lungs and he lifts his arms in a haphazard shrug.]
How flattering. Your life must really suck if I'm the interesting one.
[a man covered in darkness and masked manages to steal the attention of this guy amid a feasting of glamorous faces and perfect smiles, each one having the time of their lives out there among wealth. sounds like he has some abnormal focuses. dropping his arms, he turns his back to the wall and props himself to it, a dark shadow cutting into light.]
So what now? Gonna tell me what you want or do I gotta start guessing?
[ …there’s a slow rise to the attention, breaking away from the text message full of colorful emoji and a rapidly descending window, bubbles of speech still rolling through as it blinks back to sleep. he’s up on his elbows with his chin tucked to chest, observing the space between his former bedmate and the door through which they’d once both been spirited away. it feels a bit like getting a second chance to audition. he can respect that. ]
It’s not been great lately, [ confessed without guile, arid and exhaustive. “now what” is a question that’s been plaguing him in a far grander sense than this one conversation, this one exchange… but he thinks he’s getting a better idea of how to navigate this one. ]
You have a bad attitude and a worse… vibe, [ blunt, but vague. Vanitas has figured out this place’s supernatural elements, it seems, but the terminology from one world to the next has been different in ways both inexplicable and a headache he doesn’t want on top of the hangover he’s still fighting. it’s easier to show… and so Getou lifts a hand, and the picture of the wall behind it splits like an invisible blade had cut through the air. ]
[ it stretches open like a violated wound, blackness spilling from it in miasmic whisps as a fly-like creature emerges, fluttering wings and confused, curled eyes, hovering in the air as the interdimensional slice heals itself, three beings now existing in the room. by all technicality, it’s a spirit, a ghost; the resort’s supranatural meddling has made it visible even to those who wouldn’t have once been able to see it… but he doubts that’s the case here. ]
[could've left. nothing's holding him in this room save for a sliver of morbid curiosity giving this man one more chance to open up and come clean with a useful bunch of words. he's got no reason to believe his "interest" in him stems from a shred more than haphazard dumping by whatever this place is. if there's any expectation of activity in the room, it can fuck off. he's calling the shots right now and no one or nothing is impeding his decision.]
Don't whine at me about your life. [cutting him off as a guillotine before the stranger gets any stupid ideas his existence is of interest to him. he's got better things to do. likely not a risk, but heading it off regardless.]
Sorry to break your dreamy expectations. My aim's a lot better. [in case this guy wants a demonstration on with his lower jaw. "bad attitude". is that the worst he could come up with? irked thoughts aside, he twitches his head back in curiosity as getou vivisects the wall behind him. no, not the wall specifically, but the space it occupies. as if opening a portal of sorts. likely meaning once it shuts, everything will seal back up as if it never was. dimensional manipulation on a small scale...
he's proven correct soon enough. disgusting little creature, buzzing around as a monstrous mutated fly. called here, brought out of storage, transported? likely not a created being though. it was summoned from elsewhere.] That's a neat trick.
[behind his opaque mask, a flicker of surprise crosses his visage. calling him out? someone really was watching him from before. or he's presumptuous.] Wasn't aware I had a spy.
[darkness drifts up from his shoulders, akin to midnight mist floating over a bog. licking contours and bending in wisps as it dissipates in the air before sluicing down his arm and leg and pooling in the floor below. only takes a second before a twitching, slinking creature with mean sliced red eyes quivers onto spiky legs and crouches beside his shin.] Gonna have a cockfight?
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[ and quick with it too. he is the kind of person to be contrary just for the sake of it, judging from a sly smile, but it seems to pass after a moment of grievance. Vanitas, just like him, didn't exactly ask for this predicament... so he hands over the aspirin too, putting a pack on the lush silk and fur blankets that have made a bed into more of a nest. ]
You'll find this place has a will of its own that supersedes anyone else's. It's downright supernatural.
[ another beat, debating. then, he points at Vanitas and knocks against his own head, indicating his helmet. ]
A bit like that. [ well, "supernatural" is a word for skintight pajamas made of darkness, anyway. ]
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Huh. You should really decide your character before opening your mouth.
[as if he believes this strange would "be" anyone another person wants him to be. perhaps if he offered it devoid of emotion and baiting tempt, a vapid idiot or power mad greed would take him up. swinging his legs from the bed, he plants them and rises, dragging the fabric around his waist off after him. tattered edges slap the backs of his thighs and he smoothly tosses one bottle into the other hand. frees up a hand for something else.
oh look. now he's giving information. a bare turn of his head suggests he's paying attention at least.]
I figured that out a while ago. [when he attempted to leave. even the corridors of darkness remained locked to "within" this thing.]
So, didja come in here on your own, or are we bedmates supernaturally?
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[ once alone in the bed, Getou throws himself diagonally over it, hair flipping over the pillow Vanitas had barely managed to use, arms lifted above his head to fiddle with his watch, at half-attention; he seems to be using it as an excuse to mull over his answer once again. ]
I followed you, [ a confession made without eye contact, a stillness that's controlled deception. his blunt nail clicks on the watch's surface, and he wrestles with the old liquored dryness on his tongue. ] You were the most interesting thing in the room.
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he followed him? someone has time on his hands. sarcasm contracts his lungs and he lifts his arms in a haphazard shrug.]
How flattering. Your life must really suck if I'm the interesting one.
[a man covered in darkness and masked manages to steal the attention of this guy amid a feasting of glamorous faces and perfect smiles, each one having the time of their lives out there among wealth. sounds like he has some abnormal focuses. dropping his arms, he turns his back to the wall and props himself to it, a dark shadow cutting into light.]
So what now? Gonna tell me what you want or do I gotta start guessing?
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It’s not been great lately, [ confessed without guile, arid and exhaustive. “now what” is a question that’s been plaguing him in a far grander sense than this one conversation, this one exchange… but he thinks he’s getting a better idea of how to navigate this one. ]
You have a bad attitude and a worse… vibe, [ blunt, but vague. Vanitas has figured out this place’s supernatural elements, it seems, but the terminology from one world to the next has been different in ways both inexplicable and a headache he doesn’t want on top of the hangover he’s still fighting. it’s easier to show… and so Getou lifts a hand, and the picture of the wall behind it splits like an invisible blade had cut through the air. ]
[ it stretches open like a violated wound, blackness spilling from it in miasmic whisps as a fly-like creature emerges, fluttering wings and confused, curled eyes, hovering in the air as the interdimensional slice heals itself, three beings now existing in the room. by all technicality, it’s a spirit, a ghost; the resort’s supranatural meddling has made it visible even to those who wouldn’t have once been able to see it… but he doubts that’s the case here. ]
I thought maybe we had that in common.
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Don't whine at me about your life. [cutting him off as a guillotine before the stranger gets any stupid ideas his existence is of interest to him. he's got better things to do. likely not a risk, but heading it off regardless.]
Sorry to break your dreamy expectations. My aim's a lot better. [in case this guy wants a demonstration on with his lower jaw. "bad attitude". is that the worst he could come up with? irked thoughts aside, he twitches his head back in curiosity as getou vivisects the wall behind him. no, not the wall specifically, but the space it occupies. as if opening a portal of sorts. likely meaning once it shuts, everything will seal back up as if it never was. dimensional manipulation on a small scale...
he's proven correct soon enough. disgusting little creature, buzzing around as a monstrous mutated fly. called here, brought out of storage, transported? likely not a created being though. it was summoned from elsewhere.] That's a neat trick.
[behind his opaque mask, a flicker of surprise crosses his visage. calling him out? someone really was watching him from before. or he's presumptuous.] Wasn't aware I had a spy.
[darkness drifts up from his shoulders, akin to midnight mist floating over a bog. licking contours and bending in wisps as it dissipates in the air before sluicing down his arm and leg and pooling in the floor below. only takes a second before a twitching, slinking creature with mean sliced red eyes quivers onto spiky legs and crouches beside his shin.] Gonna have a cockfight?