【 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.
( it's not like he'd woken up here out of the blue--well, that's something of a lie, really, given that he's sure the resort knows precisely what it's doing. fall asleep in one place, wake up in another: it's the same recipe for disaster he's seen happen countless times in his year stuck in this hellhole, which means that he's not all that surprised to be staring up at the glittery roof of some glitzy limousine, when he comes to. the lack of clothing isn't surprising, either: one hand palms between his thighs to tuck the silken edges of the robe between them, as he sits up.
the woman in the car with him is clearly less interested in him than anything else, which is fine with him--he watches her go for the small compartment that holds the mini bar, brows lifting, though he says nothing, at first. instead, he's reaching into cupholders, feeling along the seats; what he pulls back is a half crumpled package of cigarettes, but that's still good enough for him.
dragging one out, he sits up enough to slide his back to the back of the seat, the whole length of the car the distance kept between them. )
You wanna take it easy? ( the wine, he means, a lazy drawl of amusement; his thumb rubs over the end of the cigarette, lighting it up, and the end glows as he sucks a breath through it, lets it out. ) You're not in purgatory, calm down.
( though, he does feel for the door handle nearest to him: it's locked, even as he messed with it, twisting it this way and that. perfect. )
[ truthfully, angelika isn't the friendliest even on her best days, but don't worry — that's what the wine is for. she meets the young man's wry words with a brief, placating smile, the kind that doesn't entirely reach her eyes. ]
I am calm, [ she says, in a tone void of feeling or inflection. all her energy seems reserved for the wine bottle, which is quickly uncorked with just a twist of her hand. tough to say if that's any indication of quality — she barely spares a second to even give it a cursory sniff before tipping it back for a generous swig. clearly, she's not nearly as concerned about the taste as the alcohol content itself.
the cigarette she eyes, her light green eyes almost catlike in the way they narrow, and then very pointedly slide towards the windows just beside him. the doors are locked, but will the windows give? lighting up in the backseat without proper ventilation seems ill-advised; at least her vice can only be second-hand by choice. ]
If not purgatory, then what?
[ beneath her own robe (a similar black, but a softened silk with lace trimmings and embellishments, her legs shift. it's shorter than any dress she would have liked, where even tucking her legs under herself wouldn't accomplish much. ]
( the gesture isn't lost on him--in fact, he sort of enjoys mocking the silent game of charades, brows lifting up as he shifts to look dramatically at the window, and then back at her; pointedly, he puts the cigarette between his lips again, puffing out a bit of smoke from between the part of them, before he hooks it back between his knuckles. sure, he might be causing some issues with the air quality, but hey, even more reason for her to find a way out, right?
with another sigh, he lets his legs bend over the seat, sitting with his knees spread; the sides of the robe dip down, bared against his thighs, but at least to her benefit, he lets his free hand rest down between them, safely keeping his dick away from prying eyes. )
What, 'cause of how I look? ( not bad, really. he does look like he's someone that just barely survived hell's flame. with another soft puff, thoughtful: )
Nah, you're in a resort, if you'll believe it. A real five-star hotel type. You know, except that there's no exit and you're gonna be trapped here having sex with fifty-two strangers.
( with a groaning sort of sigh, he does, at least, try for the window controls-- )
Well, look at that. ( he pointedly tips his hand out the window, where it's rolled down about halfway; he tabs off some of the ashes off the end, out into the garage. ) A miracle.
[ the comment about his appearance gives her pause. certainly, she is not so obtuse or self-centered not to have noticed the state of him, but angelika so often interacts with the dead, many of whom come to her in various states of grisliness or decay, that it did not factor into her assessment of him perhaps as highly as it should have. (also, what does it say she just automatically assumed he was dead...?)
in any case, her eyes do not pry. but they certainly drift and take notice of his attempts to keep decent, despite the aloof tones of his words. ]
Fifty-two is such a specific number, [ she hums around the lip of the bottle. it'd probably make more sense to her after the cards and suits part is explained, but as of now she's of the opinion their captors are perhaps a little on the neurotic side.
she perks up a little when he manages the window. up until that very second, she'd been convinced they'd be trapped in there until — what was it? ah right, sex. ]
A miracle, or a tease? Can it be lowered entirely? One of us can probably fit through.
[ it's a toss-up, really. angelika is petite enough, but her shape might make it a problem. her new friend here looks quite lithe, so he might be able to just slip past no problem, but he's tall enough it might prove inconvenient. ]
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the woman in the car with him is clearly less interested in him than anything else, which is fine with him--he watches her go for the small compartment that holds the mini bar, brows lifting, though he says nothing, at first. instead, he's reaching into cupholders, feeling along the seats; what he pulls back is a half crumpled package of cigarettes, but that's still good enough for him.
dragging one out, he sits up enough to slide his back to the back of the seat, the whole length of the car the distance kept between them. )
You wanna take it easy? ( the wine, he means, a lazy drawl of amusement; his thumb rubs over the end of the cigarette, lighting it up, and the end glows as he sucks a breath through it, lets it out. ) You're not in purgatory, calm down.
( though, he does feel for the door handle nearest to him: it's locked, even as he messed with it, twisting it this way and that. perfect. )
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I am calm, [ she says, in a tone void of feeling or inflection. all her energy seems reserved for the wine bottle, which is quickly uncorked with just a twist of her hand. tough to say if that's any indication of quality — she barely spares a second to even give it a cursory sniff before tipping it back for a generous swig. clearly, she's not nearly as concerned about the taste as the alcohol content itself.
the cigarette she eyes, her light green eyes almost catlike in the way they narrow, and then very pointedly slide towards the windows just beside him. the doors are locked, but will the windows give? lighting up in the backseat without proper ventilation seems ill-advised; at least her vice can only be second-hand by choice. ]
If not purgatory, then what?
[ beneath her own robe (a similar black, but a softened silk with lace trimmings and embellishments, her legs shift. it's shorter than any dress she would have liked, where even tucking her legs under herself wouldn't accomplish much. ]
Hell seems a little too on the nose.
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with another sigh, he lets his legs bend over the seat, sitting with his knees spread; the sides of the robe dip down, bared against his thighs, but at least to her benefit, he lets his free hand rest down between them, safely keeping his dick away from prying eyes. )
What, 'cause of how I look? ( not bad, really. he does look like he's someone that just barely survived hell's flame. with another soft puff, thoughtful: )
Nah, you're in a resort, if you'll believe it. A real five-star hotel type. You know, except that there's no exit and you're gonna be trapped here having sex with fifty-two strangers.
( with a groaning sort of sigh, he does, at least, try for the window controls-- )
Well, look at that. ( he pointedly tips his hand out the window, where it's rolled down about halfway; he tabs off some of the ashes off the end, out into the garage. ) A miracle.
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in any case, her eyes do not pry. but they certainly drift and take notice of his attempts to keep decent, despite the aloof tones of his words. ]
Fifty-two is such a specific number, [ she hums around the lip of the bottle. it'd probably make more sense to her after the cards and suits part is explained, but as of now she's of the opinion their captors are perhaps a little on the neurotic side.
she perks up a little when he manages the window. up until that very second, she'd been convinced they'd be trapped in there until — what was it? ah right, sex. ]
A miracle, or a tease? Can it be lowered entirely? One of us can probably fit through.
[ it's a toss-up, really. angelika is petite enough, but her shape might make it a problem. her new friend here looks quite lithe, so he might be able to just slip past no problem, but he's tall enough it might prove inconvenient. ]