【 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.
[ Mercifully, shenanigans like this aren't too far out of place... otherwise, she might have been more startled at someone brazenly walking into where she was sleeping. Instead, she just blearily opens one eye, the blankets still pulled all the way up to her chin, silvery hair slightly tangled and messy from her dozing. Ugh... the party was fun, but she's certainly paying for it now — and much more than a normal person would. While it may seem she doesn't move because she's lazy (and that's part of it, definitely), the other part is that she simply can't, body overtaken by aches that leave her mostly immobile. ]
No, [ She answers croakily, both crimson eyes blinking open slowly. She makes absolutely no movement to sit up, though she does lift her head a bit from the pillow to get a better look at him — eyes darting to those ears. ] You're making tea?
[ She can smell the floral notes of peony and seeds, specially attuned to flowers as she is.
[ Even preoccupied as he is by his teamaking, his senses are always attuned to the wellbeing of those in his care, and while she's not a patient, so to speak, treating someone in need is just second nature. It's subtle, but his ears don't miss the way she doesn't move much at all as she speaks — is her head hurting just that badly? Or did she exhaust herself in some other way?
At least he stayed lucid enough during the party to know he isn't to blame for that. ]
I am. The smell isn't too disruptive, I hope. [ It's a concoction of subtle and strong scents, and though it's not unpleasant, it's certainly distinct. ] If you're seeking a cure for a hangover, I can promise it's worth a peculiar smell and taste, however.
[ She stays silent, brows furrowing a bit in response to his cheeky greeting. Acting so familiar with her, and also happening to see her at such a vulnerable time? It raises her hackles, briefly making her want to lash out with a cutting word and put him in his place before he starts getting too friendly. She doesn't like the potential to be pitied by him, and would cruelly nip it in the bud before it had a chance to sprout. ]
It'll be a good morning when you finish up.
[ Making her tea, she means. Her voice is expectant — now that he's confirmed he's making it for her, she's giving very chop-chop, hurry up energy. Still, she doesn't move. Or, when she tries to sit up, the movement of her shoulders is quickly aborted, like someone trying to move an overstrained muscle. ]
I like my tea piping hot... so don't serve it to me lukewarm, understand?
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No, [ She answers croakily, both crimson eyes blinking open slowly. She makes absolutely no movement to sit up, though she does lift her head a bit from the pillow to get a better look at him — eyes darting to those ears. ] You're making tea?
[ She can smell the floral notes of peony and seeds, specially attuned to flowers as she is.
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At least he stayed lucid enough during the party to know he isn't to blame for that. ]
I am. The smell isn't too disruptive, I hope. [ It's a concoction of subtle and strong scents, and though it's not unpleasant, it's certainly distinct. ] If you're seeking a cure for a hangover, I can promise it's worth a peculiar smell and taste, however.
[ And then, with a bit more cheek: ]
Good morning.
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It'll be a good morning when you finish up.
[ Making her tea, she means. Her voice is expectant — now that he's confirmed he's making it for her, she's giving very chop-chop, hurry up energy. Still, she doesn't move. Or, when she tries to sit up, the movement of her shoulders is quickly aborted, like someone trying to move an overstrained muscle. ]
I like my tea piping hot... so don't serve it to me lukewarm, understand?