【 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.
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▶ 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!
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[ how long will i have the balls to tag this for, stay tuned
but yes, viktor does have a fun little buddy in the car with him, sprawled and lounging like he owns the place. unlike poor viktor, this man has his full set of genitalia, made apparently obvious by how little he wears. (spoilers: it's fucking nothing.) he leans forward at the greeting, lazy smile curving across his face. ]
There is a lot to take in here (girth), but his blue and gold eyes don't stray.
why did he say it that way.....]
Do you...
[But the Watch goes off, and he glances down at it briefly. Ah! Ah... This doesn't really explain much, but okay. He looks back up. This man doesn't have shit on...]
[ i can only be fast with shitposting, catch me ignoring all the actual tags in my inbox
but you know, it's very sweet of viktor to worry about his modesty. it's really just a shame belial doesn't have any left. ]
Feeling too warm? Or is it that you're looking to bare yourself before me already?
[ though apparently the mention of 'warm' seems to have triggered something in the deepest part of this car's psyche, because the aircon immediately turns on and starts blasting. does viktor still feel the cold, anna. ]
The cold is not the same for him, but he does feel the pressure of the blast. It swooshes his hair forward into his face before he turns to glance at the vents.
He's stuck with a demon and a ghost apparently.]
No, I thought you may need to get warm.
[The AC switches deftly to heat to blast them both with hot vibes, and it makes him look again at the vents.]
[ oooooh, temperature play already? he can get behind this. and also behind viktor. but that's a work in progress. ]
But your words have me so heated already.
[ even if the ac is doing its best to freeze them both to death. but it's fine, he's truly suffered so much worse than a minor malfunction. and really, is it even a malfunction when the chill on his skin contrasts so nicely against the heat in his gut? ]
Mm, could be. But why not think of it as an opportunity instead? Where one door closes [ with a sweeping gesture that seems to coincidentally point towards viktor's missing junk ] another one is often left open.
He glances down at himself when Belial gestures. Oh yes. He doesn't seem embarrassed, at least. He doesn't try to cover himself up. One of his hands rise to cover the closest air vent.]
The arcane had no need for those things when it remade me. They were trivial to its process of salvation.
[Sometimes, you transcend physical necessity and pleasure to be healed, then instead focus after on the spiritual. Yay, divinity.]
[ remade? salvation? now doesn't that all sound particularly religious. and he as an angel, albeit a fallen one, naturally must respond. his eyes glint with interest, and he leans forward. ]
Did you see paradise when you were remade? Were you touched by the very voice of the Creator?
[ though not his creator, that's for sure. the only creator who matters. (but also: did viktor ask him something?) ]
[""""Paradise"""" depends on the definition, and that definition is different for everyone. When his eyes flicker up, they study Belial's face. He's unsure whether or not he'd want to be in Belial's head, but he also feels it may be somewhat intriguing.]
It wasn't a being. [Sorry to Belial's Creator, but it just can't be him.] The voice was... an essence. The song of the arcane, of magic. It was like nothing I had ever heard before.
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but yes, viktor does have a fun little buddy in the car with him, sprawled and lounging like he owns the place. unlike poor viktor, this man has his full set of genitalia, made apparently obvious by how little he wears. (spoilers: it's fucking nothing.) he leans forward at the greeting, lazy smile curving across his face. ]
Oh? You're finally aroused.
[ did he really have to say it like that tho ]
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There is a lot to take in here (girth), but his blue and gold eyes don't stray.
why did he say it that way.....]
Do you...
[But the Watch goes off, and he glances down at it briefly. Ah! Ah... This doesn't really explain much, but okay. He looks back up. This
man doesn't have shit on...]
Do you want this robe?
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but you know, it's very sweet of viktor to worry about his modesty. it's really just a shame belial doesn't have any left. ]
Feeling too warm? Or is it that you're looking to bare yourself before me already?
[ though apparently the mention of 'warm' seems to have triggered something in the deepest part of this car's psyche, because the aircon immediately turns on and starts blasting. does viktor still feel the cold, anna. ]
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[😬
The cold is not the same for him, but he does feel the pressure of the blast. It swooshes his hair forward into his face before he turns to glance at the vents.
He's stuck with a demon and a ghost apparently.]
No, I thought you may need to get warm.
[The AC switches deftly to heat to blast them both with hot vibes, and it makes him look again at the vents.]
There's definitely a malfunction.
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But your words have me so heated already.
[ even if the ac is doing its best to freeze them both to death. but it's fine, he's truly suffered so much worse than a minor malfunction. and really, is it even a malfunction when the chill on his skin contrasts so nicely against the heat in his gut? ]
Mm, could be. But why not think of it as an opportunity instead? Where one door closes [ with a sweeping gesture that seems to coincidentally point towards viktor's missing junk ] another one is often left open.
[ viktor, your 🕳️ ]
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He glances down at himself when Belial gestures. Oh yes. He doesn't seem embarrassed, at least. He doesn't try to cover himself up. One of his hands rise to cover the closest air vent.]
The arcane had no need for those things when it remade me. They were trivial to its process of salvation.
[Sometimes, you transcend physical necessity and pleasure to be healed, then instead focus after on the spiritual. Yay, divinity.]
Who are you...?
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Did you see paradise when you were remade? Were you touched by the very voice of the Creator?
[ though not his creator, that's for sure. the only creator who matters. (but also: did viktor ask him something?) ]
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Yes.
[""""Paradise"""" depends on the definition, and that definition is different for everyone. When his eyes flicker up, they study Belial's face. He's unsure whether or not he'd want to be in Belial's head, but he also feels it may be somewhat intriguing.]
It wasn't a being. [Sorry to Belial's Creator, but it just can't be him.] The voice was... an essence. The song of the arcane, of magic. It was like nothing I had ever heard before.