【 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.
[ In stark contrast to Wade's disfigurement, Mel is breathtaking with her gilded patterns, so much so that there's a brief moment when the infamously motor-mouthed mutant is at a loss for words. What helps is that she snatched the sheets right out of his hands, causing him to look down at his unfortunately naked body. His brows (if he had any) shoot up as he looks back at her.
Wade mouths out the word, grumpy before he slides off the bed and snatches one of the large decorative pillows off the floor for modesty's sake as he answers the door, a little cautiously, because nothing since arrival to this morning has made any fucking sense. ]
Sh, sh, sh! She's not exactly a morning person so if you could -- [ Wade, with a pillow with its expensive gold embroidery pressed against his groin, flaps his hand around to suggest that they weave their way back down the hallway, but only after leaving the tray in his free hand. ] Thank you~
[ Wade sing-songs in a whisper, turning around with the other tray balanced in his hand as he surveys the signs of last night's revelry and remembers exactly none of it. That's weird.
Also weird - what's a smoke show like this doing in bed with someone like him? Wade doesn't give it much thought before he brings his bare heel back against the door and shuts it with more force than necessary. Ingenious design choices only the fabulously wealthy can afford means all doors close softly, but he really puts some effort in. ]
Wakey, wakey, eggs and bakey! [ A beat, as he starts to make his way back to the enormous bed, acting as if he's not the most annoying wake-up call Mel could experience in her lifetime. ] How do you take your coffee?
[She can still hear the murmuring and a bump around and then the slam of the door, and at this point sleep is pointless. Her eyes are open and staring in the dark under the covers, for the first time since finding out about her powers mourning for not having them.
Mel's not grumpy, per se, she's just having a headache, she cannot recollect last night and has a weird feeling that something's very off. Or maybe that's just her upset stomach after the questionable amount of alcohol, feeling queasy.
She finally peers from underneath the covers when she's asked about coffee, not really having any sort of reaction to Wade's looks (she's honestly seen worse, have you seen Viktor?), except for the part where he's naked. He really couldn't find anything to wrap himself with? There's no way there's only one sheet, the one that she's specifically using.]
...just cream. [Mel finally sits up, holding the covers up, but otherwise looking disoriented and frazzled.] What the hell happened here? [Aside from the obvious.]
[ Wade answers defensively. But a moment later his tone brightens with amusement, certainly an unserious fellow. To his credit, he at least sets the tray down within easy reach before turning away to investigate the closet for something to throw on. Which means she gets an eyeful of bare, very scarred ass. Sorry, Mel, you deserve better. ]
Mistakes, likely, just not the fun kind.
[ Because then there would be signs, and Wade doesn't detect any of them. Ask at your own peril, because he's also prepared to go into that in gross detail if prompted.
Tossing the decorative pillow aside, Wade throws on a robe over his back and yanks the sash into a tight knot before slipping his feet into some slippers with a groan. They're incredibly a thousand times more comfortable than crocs, which only further upsets the whole fucking balance of Wade's understanding of the world all over again.
...God, his head hurts.
He makes a dull whine through his nose, turning on his heel to approach the bed again, wiggling his fingers at the coffee before pouring them each a cup, leaving the cream closer to hers before taking his black. ]
What about you, remember anything? [ Something smells incredibly like bacon under that cover, so Wade immediately goes for it. ] Oh, thank fuck.
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screams IT'S MEL I love Arcane
Wade mouths out the word, grumpy before he slides off the bed and snatches one of the large decorative pillows off the floor for modesty's sake as he answers the door, a little cautiously, because nothing since arrival to this morning has made any fucking sense. ]
Sh, sh, sh! She's not exactly a morning person so if you could -- [ Wade, with a pillow with its expensive gold embroidery pressed against his groin, flaps his hand around to suggest that they weave their way back down the hallway, but only after leaving the tray in his free hand. ] Thank you~
[ Wade sing-songs in a whisper, turning around with the other tray balanced in his hand as he surveys the signs of last night's revelry and remembers exactly none of it. That's weird.
Also weird - what's a smoke show like this doing in bed with someone like him? Wade doesn't give it much thought before he brings his bare heel back against the door and shuts it with more force than necessary. Ingenious design choices only the fabulously wealthy can afford means all doors close softly, but he really puts some effort in. ]
Wakey, wakey, eggs and bakey! [ A beat, as he starts to make his way back to the enormous bed, acting as if he's not the most annoying wake-up call Mel could experience in her lifetime. ] How do you take your coffee?
:D!!
Mel's not grumpy, per se, she's just having a headache, she cannot recollect last night and has a weird feeling that something's very off. Or maybe that's just her upset stomach after the questionable amount of alcohol, feeling queasy.
She finally peers from underneath the covers when she's asked about coffee, not really having any sort of reaction to Wade's looks (she's honestly seen worse, have you seen Viktor?), except for the part where he's naked. He really couldn't find anything to wrap himself with? There's no way there's only one sheet, the one that she's specifically using.]
...just cream. [Mel finally sits up, holding the covers up, but otherwise looking disoriented and frazzled.] What the hell happened here? [Aside from the obvious.]
no subject
[ Wade answers defensively. But a moment later his tone brightens with amusement, certainly an unserious fellow. To his credit, he at least sets the tray down within easy reach before turning away to investigate the closet for something to throw on. Which means she gets an eyeful of bare, very scarred ass. Sorry, Mel, you deserve better. ]
Mistakes, likely, just not the fun kind.
[ Because then there would be signs, and Wade doesn't detect any of them. Ask at your own peril, because he's also prepared to go into that in gross detail if prompted.
Tossing the decorative pillow aside, Wade throws on a robe over his back and yanks the sash into a tight knot before slipping his feet into some slippers with a groan. They're incredibly a thousand times more comfortable than crocs, which only further upsets the whole fucking balance of Wade's understanding of the world all over again.
...God, his head hurts.
He makes a dull whine through his nose, turning on his heel to approach the bed again, wiggling his fingers at the coffee before pouring them each a cup, leaving the cream closer to hers before taking his black. ]
What about you, remember anything? [ Something smells incredibly like bacon under that cover, so Wade immediately goes for it. ] Oh, thank fuck.