【 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.
[ A laughs marks the way his shoulders settle against the cool, smooth surface of the target, the cant of his head and collar nearly looking sultry against it. Don't mind him, he's had a little too much wine — had a little too much time to loosen his tie and pop topmost buttons, bids to breathe easier. Kizuna likes people. But his love betrays him when it comes to moments of revelry. Lucky twice over, that feeling overwhelmed is easy to fix with the right company. ]
I trust you. [ Simple as that. ] Even if I hadn't seen the look in your eyes, I'd trust you, you know?
[ Of course, for Kizuna, it's more than seeing. Feeling is always part of it. ]
[ what look in my eyes? she'd ask, if she didn't know exactly what he was talking about. sometimes, she feels a little too seen by him—by the way he wields his sensitivity with a deadly accuracy that she has only started separating from the automatic association with a butterfly pinned to a display board. clorinde has spent her most recent years shrugging off attention and dodging scrutiny; it's a mantle she has yet to grow into despite the prestige her title affords. but her time at the resort has softened it slowly, enough that she no longer feels the prickle along her spine whenever kizuna peels her layers away.
in the still air of the beak, she breathes a huff of amusement. from one heartbeat to the next, five shots ring out in quick succession, bullets digging into the target behind him: two at his shoulders, two at the dip of his waist, and one dangerously close to his inner thigh. the bullets are thankfully rubber, but take a little bit of his suit with them, grazing his skin like an intimate touch. there's none of the harsh recoil she's used to from her own pistol; she's not entirely sure if it's a result of modern innovation or the fact that it's a prop, but there's no denying that it feels good. ]
And now? [ she pulls her arm back, the muzzle of the gun pointed towards the ceiling instead. ] Do you still trust me?
[ Her sensitivities dance in his awareness more overtly than most, enmeshing with his own in a way he's never quite been able to pinpoint well. Kizuna couldn't say why that is, but perhaps it's why the evocative image of her pinned wings has only ever made him want to cup them in his palms, to allow them warmth and fluttering. Freedom isn't his to give, but perhaps... understanding is, in some ways.
He can't not know. Such is his curse, whatever grace that affords him from others. He can only temper it in ways that seem all too human. Even if it's sometimes too couched in his lack of self preservation. She fires on him and he doesn't flinch, her own preparedness for the noise suffusing his instincts.
It takes the space of a breath for all five bullets to find their marks, shearing fabric and gusting against skin. ]
More than ever. [ Kizuna's answer is immediate. His eyes shutter and his shoulders relax, a soft laugh unhitching from the height of his throat. ] Just like your fingertips, really...
[ As he pushes up from the target, he bends this way and that to look at his suit. ]
But, you know. If you wanted me out of my clothes, you could have just said so.
[ it's the mortifying ordeal of being known, or something like that. but it's not completely accurate—a weapon, an instrument of law, is given trajectory, not autonomy. for him to be able to read her as well as he does would, at one point, mean her ineffectiveness as a tool wielded by the long arm of justice.
but she supposes that's the thing about relationships. to love is to be changed, isn't it?
he doesn't flinch—she didn't expect him to, and her expression turns wry. incredulity lingers, underscored with a fondness that has only strengthened during the months she has come to know him. the only other person who would have done the same is wriothesley; perhaps it's fitting, then, that they're as close to each other as they are. ]
It wouldn't be as fun if I'd simply said it. [ right? she almost adds, but doesn't, a question framed in a statement. ] Besides, you'd already done most of the work for me.
[ a tip of the gun's muzzle towards that slutty open collar. ]
[ Steel is so pretty, an efflorescence made warm by light shined upon it. Kizuna is a little like that too — reflective at his core. ]
I didn't mean to deny you. [ Kizuna intones, airy and light, lilted in such a way that it could seem plaintive, if he wasn't having such a good time already. He moves away from the target, drawn back towards her. ] But...
[ Another half step forward brings him close enough to sweep his fingertips up over her grip on the gun, a butterfly-soft dance that urges her to tip it towards him just a little more. He cranes his neck, parting his lips to flicker a long stroke of his tongue against the gun's barrel. He pulls away from it with a playful kiss to its tip, eyes gleaming over its maw made tender by his affection. ]
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[ A laughs marks the way his shoulders settle against the cool, smooth surface of the target, the cant of his head and collar nearly looking sultry against it. Don't mind him, he's had a little too much wine — had a little too much time to loosen his tie and pop topmost buttons, bids to breathe easier. Kizuna likes people. But his love betrays him when it comes to moments of revelry. Lucky twice over, that feeling overwhelmed is easy to fix with the right company. ]
I trust you. [ Simple as that. ] Even if I hadn't seen the look in your eyes, I'd trust you, you know?
[ Of course, for Kizuna, it's more than seeing. Feeling is always part of it. ]
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in the still air of the beak, she breathes a huff of amusement. from one heartbeat to the next, five shots ring out in quick succession, bullets digging into the target behind him: two at his shoulders, two at the dip of his waist, and one dangerously close to his inner thigh. the bullets are thankfully rubber, but take a little bit of his suit with them, grazing his skin like an intimate touch. there's none of the harsh recoil she's used to from her own pistol; she's not entirely sure if it's a result of modern innovation or the fact that it's a prop, but there's no denying that it feels good. ]
And now? [ she pulls her arm back, the muzzle of the gun pointed towards the ceiling instead. ] Do you still trust me?
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He can't not know. Such is his curse, whatever grace that affords him from others. He can only temper it in ways that seem all too human. Even if it's sometimes too couched in his lack of self preservation. She fires on him and he doesn't flinch, her own preparedness for the noise suffusing his instincts.
It takes the space of a breath for all five bullets to find their marks, shearing fabric and gusting against skin. ]
More than ever. [ Kizuna's answer is immediate. His eyes shutter and his shoulders relax, a soft laugh unhitching from the height of his throat. ] Just like your fingertips, really...
[ As he pushes up from the target, he bends this way and that to look at his suit. ]
But, you know. If you wanted me out of my clothes, you could have just said so.
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but she supposes that's the thing about relationships. to love is to be changed, isn't it?
he doesn't flinch—she didn't expect him to, and her expression turns wry. incredulity lingers, underscored with a fondness that has only strengthened during the months she has come to know him. the only other person who would have done the same is wriothesley; perhaps it's fitting, then, that they're as close to each other as they are. ]
It wouldn't be as fun if I'd simply said it. [ right? she almost adds, but doesn't, a question framed in a statement. ] Besides, you'd already done most of the work for me.
[ a tip of the gun's muzzle towards that slutty open collar. ]
You may as well finish what you started, no?
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I didn't mean to deny you. [ Kizuna intones, airy and light, lilted in such a way that it could seem plaintive, if he wasn't having such a good time already. He moves away from the target, drawn back towards her. ] But...
[ Another half step forward brings him close enough to sweep his fingertips up over her grip on the gun, a butterfly-soft dance that urges her to tip it towards him just a little more. He cranes his neck, parting his lips to flicker a long stroke of his tongue against the gun's barrel. He pulls away from it with a playful kiss to its tip, eyes gleaming over its maw made tender by his affection. ]
Only if you finish what you started, too.