【 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.
[The man...lizard...thing that hops onto the stool across from Del (which he just shoved one of the hotel residents out of, but don't worry about it, it's fine, it's cool) is clearly drunk, from the way he sways and nearly topples right back off to his out of sync blinking. It's not the fun kind of drunk, either; the vibes are bad, the kind of belligerent that's looking for a fight or a hookup or both, possibly at the same time.
Bltizø leans one elbow on the table, pointing a weaving finger at the purple sinner(?) across from him. He idly scratches his chest, the sequined suit they'd forced on him at the door catching the light in frankly upsetting ways, all swirls of neon color that looks like the 60s puked in a stripper's glitter collection.]
Y'know, I can help with that. What're you into, bondage, roleplay, butt stuff?
pardonne waht is zis.. zis qu'est-que ce... leetle fucker? leetle freak fucker in mon inbox?
[ things were going so well up until that card, man. so normal. just a perfectly regular house of cards game with boring questions, and now this. and now this. Fidelio's ears flatten as his new... competitor?? hops onto the table. he's seen some shit in here, but no lizard people, which is a tribe he can't even begin to guess at and doesn't dare try. especially not while he's being dragged to filth in front of everyone. ]
I never said—! Shut your fat gob, wouldja?
[ if he was flushed before, he's beet red now. and here he thought he was difficult to scandalize. not even the whole "sex casino where you have to fuck everybody to leave" got more than a flat "what the bleating fuck" out of him (although that might've also just been because he didn't believe it at first, but still). ]
None of that was on the card. You try'n pull one, you're gonna lose on the first round. You sober enough to catch that?
[oooo, struck a nerve! Blitzø bears all his teeth in an unsteady grin. This might actually be fun. Fucking finally. So far everyone he's encountered has been DTF but way too pleasant to be interesting. This one, though... this one has a mouth on him.]
Yeah yeah yeah, unbunch your panties, sister.
[What even is this game? Take a card from the tower, read the question and answer it? Too easy. Blitzø has this one in the bag (he thinks). Shame is for other people.
He leans forward and snags a card, making the tower wobble precariously.]
Pfhhbbt. "Sexy clown or sexy cowboy?" Easy. Whichever one is bringing the horse, amiright? [The dealer just stares at him, then makes a "go on" gesture. Tough fucking crowd.] Ugh, fine. Cowboy. At least they usually bring their own ropes.
i'd apologize but you basically dared me to ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
[The man...lizard...thing that hops onto the stool across from Del (which he just shoved one of the hotel residents out of, but don't worry about it, it's fine, it's cool) is clearly drunk, from the way he sways and nearly topples right back off to his out of sync blinking. It's not the fun kind of drunk, either; the vibes are bad, the kind of belligerent that's looking for a fight or a hookup or both, possibly at the same time.
Bltizø leans one elbow on the table, pointing a weaving finger at the purple sinner(?) across from him. He idly scratches his chest, the sequined suit they'd forced on him at the door catching the light in frankly upsetting ways, all swirls of neon color that looks like the 60s puked in a stripper's glitter collection.]
Y'know, I can help with that. What're you into, bondage, roleplay, butt stuff?
pardonne waht is zis.. zis qu'est-que ce... leetle fucker? leetle freak fucker in mon inbox?
I never said—! Shut your fat gob, wouldja?
[ if he was flushed before, he's beet red now. and here he thought he was difficult to scandalize. not even the whole "sex casino where you have to fuck everybody to leave" got more than a flat "what the bleating fuck" out of him (although that might've also just been because he didn't believe it at first, but still). ]
None of that was on the card. You try'n pull one, you're gonna lose on the first round. You sober enough to catch that?
dios mio la creatura
Yeah yeah yeah, unbunch your panties, sister.
[What even is this game? Take a card from the tower, read the question and answer it? Too easy. Blitzø has this one in the bag (he thinks). Shame is for other people.
He leans forward and snags a card, making the tower wobble precariously.]
Pfhhbbt. "Sexy clown or sexy cowboy?" Easy. Whichever one is bringing the horse, amiright? [The dealer just stares at him, then makes a "go on" gesture. Tough fucking crowd.] Ugh, fine. Cowboy. At least they usually bring their own ropes.