【 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.
At least the game isn't so difficult to understand on just a few naps worth of sleep. Hawks lifts his chin and looks at the guy across from him, who seems disheveled and exhausted and maybe a little cranky. Hawks keeps the smile on his face, leaning his elbow on the edge of the table and then his chin in the palm of that hand, gold eyes half-lidded as he looks at the other young man there.
"Well, you've got one on me. This is my first time." he says, chuckling lightly, "I hope you'll be willing to go easy on me! I'm a total virgin."
Not literally, of course, but it seemed like an amusing commentary considering where they are.
"So, I guess now I have to actually pinch your thigh, hm? That's not too bad, is it? No biting my fingers off now!"
With that having been said, Hawks shifts and reaches out, lightly pinching at the top of the other guy's thigh, expression amused, "Your turn."
The furrow of his brow remains deep, eyes narrowed in scrutiny and jaw set, his expression generally radiating a sense of 'no way.' But at the same time, he doesn't bother finishing that question, giving a small sigh as he averts his gaze with a touch of sympathy. Like, that's rough, buddy. He was, too, and it was a hell of a time acclimating here.
It's mostly why he permits the pinch to his thigh without further comment, only giving a stifled grunt at the sensation. It tickled, kind of.
"... fine. But don't you dare laugh just 'cause it's something stupid. It's these dumb dice, not my decision."
With that said, he leans across the table to snatch the dice up, then rolls them -- yielding 'LICK' 'NECK.' Split between embarrassment and indignity, Fuuta promptly sputters, even as his cheeks color a touch, "I didn't do that on purpose!"
When the other young man looks startled and questions, Hawks laughs, a low chuckle that resonates through his chest.
"Oh, not literally. I just mean in the context of this game." he says, reassuring his playing partner that he's not completely new to this whole situation. It's not like he has to be acclimated to sex in general, thankfully. Not that he'd make that this exhausted guy's problem, even if he did have to be.
And then the guy's rolling the dice and 'lick neck' comes up, and he can't help but laugh despite the protests. Leaning back in his chair a little, he tilts his head and makes eye contact.
"Wow. I feel like I should tell you my name before we go any further. This is getting a little racy." he says, winking across the table, "I'm Hawks."
Even if he knows it's stupid and meaningless and probably just a thoughtless gesture, that wink still gets his cheeks flushing just a little hotter. Fuuta just glowers at Hawks -- what kind of name is Hawks -- for a moment before growling, "Fuuta. Kajiyama Fuuta."
Then he huffs out a hard exhale before standing from his seat so sharply that his chair legs scrape against the floor. There's the scuff of sneaker-soles as he steps forward, then he leans forward to brace his hands on the chair's armrests, boxing Hawks into his seat.
Though that's as far as he gets for the moment! Hovering in that awkward position, he tries to maintain eye contact, feigning strong as he tries (and fails) to keep his voice from wobbling.
"I'm only doing this because of the stupid dice, alright. So. Tilt your head. And get your shirt collar out of the way."
However flippant he may come across, Hawks is sharp and observant, and he catches that flush on Fuuta's cheeks. It's quite fetching, in fact the other man is generally quite fetching with his reddish hair and lovely eyes and all. Maybe slightly younger than Hawks, just judging by the way he looks and acts, but he doesn't come across as a minor, so Hawks isn't going to protest.
Fuuta scrapes his chair back and moves in closer, and Hawks simply leans back in his chair and keeps his gold eyes locked on Fuuta's face, observing him with that half-smile still in place.
"I believe you." he says, with no small amount of amusement in his expression and voice, "I couldn't possibly believe you'd do this because you wanted to." It's a gentle tease, though, and he leans back, tilts his head, and lifts his hand to pull aside the collar of his tuxedo shirt and suit, looking up at Fuuta with a little heat in his eyes.
He knows this is all bullshit. He knows it, he knows it! So -- he fucking hates that the way Hawks tugs his collar open and tilts his head, the gleam in his eyes and curve of his lips, still sends a little frisson of something hot and electric pinging down his spine. He's not some gullible sucker, he's not about to think that anything to do with this dumb dice game is genuine! But still ...
Those conflicted thoughts earn one more moment of hestitation as Fuuta hovers in place, lips nervously pursed and eyes narrowed. Then, unwilling to look weak any longer, he leans in.
It's just one long, decisive stripe of heat that he paints up the side of Hawks' throat with the flat of his tongue. Though -- the jagged, crooked line of his teeth means, just for a moment there's the unintentional graze of something sharper touching against that sensitive skin before Fuuta pulls back.
With that embarrassing task done, Fuuta's quick to back off, hurriedly plopping himself back into his seat and bracing his elbow against the tabletop so he can rest his face in his palm, trying to mask how hot his cheeks feel. Growling sharply, "Your turn."
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"Well, you've got one on me. This is my first time." he says, chuckling lightly, "I hope you'll be willing to go easy on me! I'm a total virgin."
Not literally, of course, but it seemed like an amusing commentary considering where they are.
"So, I guess now I have to actually pinch your thigh, hm? That's not too bad, is it? No biting my fingers off now!"
With that having been said, Hawks shifts and reaches out, lightly pinching at the top of the other guy's thigh, expression amused, "Your turn."
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"You're a ... ?"
The furrow of his brow remains deep, eyes narrowed in scrutiny and jaw set, his expression generally radiating a sense of 'no way.' But at the same time, he doesn't bother finishing that question, giving a small sigh as he averts his gaze with a touch of sympathy. Like, that's rough, buddy. He was, too, and it was a hell of a time acclimating here.
It's mostly why he permits the pinch to his thigh without further comment, only giving a stifled grunt at the sensation. It tickled, kind of.
"... fine. But don't you dare laugh just 'cause it's something stupid. It's these dumb dice, not my decision."
With that said, he leans across the table to snatch the dice up, then rolls them -- yielding 'LICK' 'NECK.' Split between embarrassment and indignity, Fuuta promptly sputters, even as his cheeks color a touch, "I didn't do that on purpose!"
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"Oh, not literally. I just mean in the context of this game." he says, reassuring his playing partner that he's not completely new to this whole situation. It's not like he has to be acclimated to sex in general, thankfully. Not that he'd make that this exhausted guy's problem, even if he did have to be.
And then the guy's rolling the dice and 'lick neck' comes up, and he can't help but laugh despite the protests. Leaning back in his chair a little, he tilts his head and makes eye contact.
"Wow. I feel like I should tell you my name before we go any further. This is getting a little racy." he says, winking across the table, "I'm Hawks."
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Then he huffs out a hard exhale before standing from his seat so sharply that his chair legs scrape against the floor. There's the scuff of sneaker-soles as he steps forward, then he leans forward to brace his hands on the chair's armrests, boxing Hawks into his seat.
Though that's as far as he gets for the moment! Hovering in that awkward position, he tries to maintain eye contact, feigning strong as he tries (and fails) to keep his voice from wobbling.
"I'm only doing this because of the stupid dice, alright. So. Tilt your head. And get your shirt collar out of the way."
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Fuuta scrapes his chair back and moves in closer, and Hawks simply leans back in his chair and keeps his gold eyes locked on Fuuta's face, observing him with that half-smile still in place.
"I believe you." he says, with no small amount of amusement in his expression and voice, "I couldn't possibly believe you'd do this because you wanted to." It's a gentle tease, though, and he leans back, tilts his head, and lifts his hand to pull aside the collar of his tuxedo shirt and suit, looking up at Fuuta with a little heat in his eyes.
"Go on then."
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Those conflicted thoughts earn one more moment of hestitation as Fuuta hovers in place, lips nervously pursed and eyes narrowed. Then, unwilling to look weak any longer, he leans in.
It's just one long, decisive stripe of heat that he paints up the side of Hawks' throat with the flat of his tongue. Though -- the jagged, crooked line of his teeth means, just for a moment there's the unintentional graze of something sharper touching against that sensitive skin before Fuuta pulls back.
With that embarrassing task done, Fuuta's quick to back off, hurriedly plopping himself back into his seat and bracing his elbow against the tabletop so he can rest his face in his palm, trying to mask how hot his cheeks feel. Growling sharply, "Your turn."