【 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.
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[ All that shoving earns a bark of laughter from Roche and he obediently pulls his hand back, settling it over his heart for a moment or three with absolute delight in his eyes. See? This was worth it and this guy may as well be waving a green flag right in front of his nose. ]
I nearly fell asleep in the bath and I may have kicked the caddy holding the bottles up into the air. After that, well... you know how gravity likes to pull a fast one over on us.
[ Bam, right in the schnoz. He reaches up to rub the spot on the bridge of his nose where it made contact, his eyes diverting for a moment. ]
It certainly wasn't my finest moment and it's hardly as glorious as breaking it in a fight, but at least nothing worse happened.
Geez, you're a whole bubbling-hot pot'a mess. What's your encore?
[ should've just lied and said you were in a fight, man, that's what cool guys do. in spite of his wry tone, the ribbing's at least all in good fun. maybe recent times have helped him see a difference between antagonistic (derogatory) and antagonistic (it's a charm point). or maybe it's the extra-strong drink, the atmosphere, something outside of his control? who's to say.
at any rate, it's his turn again and the picks are getting more and more precarious. going for the cards on top is the easiest answer, if not the cheapest. Fidelio falls silent for a few moments, eyes narrowed thoughtfully. picking off the top over and over won't leave him with any escape route if the game starts getting dicey; better to take the risk early, when he's still feeling relatively confident.
right in the middle it is, then. unconsciously, the tip of his tongue pokes between his teeth as he goes in for the two-finger grab again, palm flat, easy now, right between the tips of his little claws, and— several of the cards on top tumble down, but the remainder of the structure stays intact. the ref says it's not a loss, and Del almost forgets about the question on the card while he's grinning about his momentary victory. everything's great until a bystander reminds him. he flips the card over...
and there goes his face again. beet red. this time he places it on the table face-down. nope. ]
This is rigged. Why am I getting all the stupid ones?! You know somethin' I don't, don't you ye fuckin' weapon—you're cheating, pickin' all the easy questions. I ain't answering that!
[ Then you lose! ]
And who asked you, meff? I said I'd play a card game, didn't say nothing about getting humiliated in front of some binno that broke his face with a damn bottle.
[ And he almost seems. proud of that? Weirdo. Still, it's not the worst thing he's been called and all things considered it can be taken as a good thing here which is probably why he winds up putting his elbow up on the table and his chin atop his wrist to watch with rapt attention. He's not even sure what he's paying more attention to — the tower, or Del himself. Evidentially he winds up deciding on the latter and while he has the chance, Roche takes the opportunity to truly size him up.
Those ears of his were terribly cute but what really caught his eye were, in fact, his eyes. Roche hasn't seen too many people change into animals in the resort but something about this one feels entirely too natural. He's even about to ask as much when all of a sudden that flush returns and he finds himself jolting upright in surprise for a moment, his own eyes wide and bewildered. A— huh? Weapon? Sure, but—
What the fuck is a binno? And why does hearing this guy pop off sound equal parts terrifying and exciting? Must be the accent.]
I'm not—
[ You know what? Screw the official rules, he has money chips and before the ref can open his mouth again, Roche reaches over and places two fingers atop the card laying face down. ]
I'll play it. As long as one of us answers it ought to be fine, yes? And you can have my next one if you're confident in my ability to pick the easy ones.
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I nearly fell asleep in the bath and I may have kicked the caddy holding the bottles up into the air. After that, well... you know how gravity likes to pull a fast one over on us.
[ Bam, right in the schnoz. He reaches up to rub the spot on the bridge of his nose where it made contact, his eyes diverting for a moment. ]
It certainly wasn't my finest moment and it's hardly as glorious as breaking it in a fight, but at least nothing worse happened.
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[ should've just lied and said you were in a fight, man, that's what cool guys do. in spite of his wry tone, the ribbing's at least all in good fun. maybe recent times have helped him see a difference between antagonistic (derogatory) and antagonistic (it's a charm point). or maybe it's the extra-strong drink, the atmosphere, something outside of his control? who's to say.
at any rate, it's his turn again and the picks are getting more and more precarious. going for the cards on top is the easiest answer, if not the cheapest. Fidelio falls silent for a few moments, eyes narrowed thoughtfully. picking off the top over and over won't leave him with any escape route if the game starts getting dicey; better to take the risk early, when he's still feeling relatively confident.
right in the middle it is, then. unconsciously, the tip of his tongue pokes between his teeth as he goes in for the two-finger grab again, palm flat, easy now, right between the tips of his little claws, and— several of the cards on top tumble down, but the remainder of the structure stays intact. the ref says it's not a loss, and Del almost forgets about the question on the card while he's grinning about his momentary victory. everything's great until a bystander reminds him. he flips the card over...
and there goes his face again. beet red. this time he places it on the table face-down. nope. ]
This is rigged. Why am I getting all the stupid ones?! You know somethin' I don't, don't you ye fuckin' weapon—you're cheating, pickin' all the easy questions. I ain't answering that!
[ Then you lose! ]
And who asked you, meff? I said I'd play a card game, didn't say nothing about getting humiliated in front of some binno that broke his face with a damn bottle.
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[ And he almost seems. proud of that? Weirdo. Still, it's not the worst thing he's been called and all things considered it can be taken as a good thing here which is probably why he winds up putting his elbow up on the table and his chin atop his wrist to watch with rapt attention. He's not even sure what he's paying more attention to — the tower, or Del himself. Evidentially he winds up deciding on the latter and while he has the chance, Roche takes the opportunity to truly size him up.
Those ears of his were terribly cute but what really caught his eye were, in fact, his eyes. Roche hasn't seen too many people change into animals in the resort but something about this one feels entirely too natural. He's even about to ask as much when all of a sudden that flush returns and he finds himself jolting upright in surprise for a moment, his own eyes wide and bewildered. A— huh? Weapon? Sure, but—
What the fuck is a binno? And why does hearing this guy pop off sound equal parts terrifying and exciting? Must be the accent.]
I'm not—
[ You know what? Screw the official rules, he has
moneychips and before the ref can open his mouth again, Roche reaches over and places two fingers atop the card laying face down. ]I'll play it. As long as one of us answers it ought to be fine, yes? And you can have my next one if you're confident in my ability to pick the easy ones.
[ How bad could this card really be? ]