【 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.
[ For the second time since arriving in this resort, Aerith wakes up in a compromising position in an unfamiliar place. At least this time she's in a bed rather than the spacious backseat of a car, but even her robe from her first awakening is entirely gone; her dress from last night is draped over a chair nearby, her modesty protected only by the thin drape of the bedsheets, her long brown hair splashed around her like extra fabric on the pillows.
Until Tseng speaks, she's only vaguely aware that there's someone else with her. Which, in and of itself, is odd—she certainly does not recall going to bed with anyone else, nor should she have drunk anywhere near enough for her to simply forget doing so. She enjoyed some drinks, of course she did, but the unfamiliarity of a new place kept her cautious, and as far as she can tell, she has perfect recall of the rest of the evening...
And so it's with something akin to confusion that emerald eyes blink open, that she stretches first one arm and then the other before sitting up, bedsheets held modestly against her breast. Her brain processes his words before it does the sights of the room, and so she's halfway to formulating an answer, lips parted, when she recognizes her companion.
Aerith stops, and she blinks. ]
...Tseng.
[ She doesn't know whether to feel relieved, or happy, or concerned, or embarrassed, or something else entirely, and so instead, she tries for a small joke: ]
Surely you'll get paid extra for finding me all the way out here.
[ there's very little here that comes down to coincidence, and so tseng doesn't think it's luck that he woke up in this bed still wearing his boxers and shirt, and with his slacks draped over a chair nearby. perhaps part of the house's great running joke, putting him and aerith into situations just like this one, little sparks to kindling to see which ones catch.
from the way that aerith looks at him tseng can tell she doesn't remember. it's in her body language too, the way she covers herself with the sheet; tseng doesn't have the heart to even remind himself that he's seen her naked many times before. instead he just averts his gaze, dropping it to the mattress somewhere between them and to the left, giving her some modicum of privacy if she wishes to find a robe or some other way to cover up.
her presence here feels at once like a blessing and a curse. it relieves him to know she's safe; it chafes at him, the renewed reminder of what he'd done to her in the name of keeping her safe. ]
Aerith. [ a small nod. ] I hate to disappoint, but I am very much not on the clock right now.
[ and on whose payroll, anyway? rufus is here, somewhere, but he's not the one paying tseng's bills these days. ]
[ Perhaps it's strange of her, but for as much as she's allowed herself the time and modesty required to cover her breasts, she doesn't quite feel the need to get out of the bed in search of something that would cover her better than nothing at all. Perhaps it's the slight headache, or maybe it's the sight of that horrid, uncomfortable dress, the only garment immediately visible in the room. Perhaps it's something else altogether, like that strange energy that seems to sit around him, like there's something he's not telling her...
Either way, she finds herself reaching out, one soft hand covering his, seeking his attention back on her. The smile she wears, despite their situation, is gentle, patient—maybe a little teasing. ]
It was a joke~! I know you're not on the clock right now... I'd be confused if you were, from what I've learned of this place!
[ Which, admittedly? Isn't a lot so far, other than the fact that it seems to really< want people to indulge their hedonistic sides. The thought makes her sigh, and she reaches up absent-mindedly, combing her fingers through her hair. ]
So what kinds of things are in the bag, then? If they're not all hangover cures. [ And then, after a moment, her voice softer: ] How long have you been trapped in this resort, Tseng?
[ the touch of her hand is too hot against his own, but tseng doesn't pull away. their relationship has always been complicated, so the tangle of emotion that sits somewhere beneath his lungs is nothing new; it's easy for tseng to swallow down, to breathe around as he returns his gaze steadily to aerith's face.
one small blessing is that she seems to already have an understanding of what the resort is. perhaps she's been here for a few days already, making her way through the monthly games without crossing tseng's path. that means it doesn't have to be tseng who explains to her the house rules, and more specifically, the house's expectations of their behavior while they're here. ]
Some medications, but not ones I would choose for a hangover, [ tseng says. ] A sleeping mask, and...
[ from the bag, tseng picks up a cute pink clit sucking toy. ]
This.
[ well, she asked. after a moment, tseng returns the toy to the bag in the name of answering her second question. ]
I've been here just shy of a year. Ten months, or thereabouts.
[ She smiles when he turns his gaze back to her, even though it means that in the very next moment he gets to see the rush of pink across her cheeks as he holds up the toy. There's curiosity, though, too: she's not inexperienced, but nor is she experienced in the way that others might be, and while she knows what a sex toy is at a glance, she can't identify exactly what one might do just from seeing it.
The temptation is there to ask, but she's asking a lot of questions already, and the situation here, between the two of them, is already a little strange, so— ]
At least it's a cute color? [ she says instead, and the laugh on her lips is light and playful despite the hint of shyness on her cheeks.
Maybe she'll ask him later, but for now her interest is on his answer to the question already off her lips. Her eyes widen, and where there was shy uncertainty on her features for a moment, it's replaced by a genuine concern, sympathy, Aerith's fingers sliding forward on his hand until they can curl around it, holding it in her own. ]
I'm sorry, [ she says, and her voice is soft. ] It must have been... Well, I woke up here barely a day before that party started, and even I know that this isn't exactly the nicest place to be, sometimes.
[ which, tseng realizes in the instant after the words leave his mouth, is an insane thing to say out loud. least of all because this isn't an aerith who remembers having been here before, which means he needs to be more circumspect about what he says and how.
it doesn't make him blush—tseng hasn't blushed in decades—but it does make him clear his throat slightly as he sets the toy down on the mattress. out of sight out of mind. ]
I appreciate that. [ it might not be aerith with her memories of this place, but it is unmistakably aerith: who else would be able to offer comfort like this to a man who is ostensibly her jailer? ] It has been less objectionable for me than for some others, though, because of my assigned rank—Jack of Diamonds.
[ even with only a few days under her belt, aerith will probably know that means creature comforts that aren't given to those of lower ranks. she will probably also know that tseng is deeply uncomfortable with the status and attention. ]
[ The statement makes her laugh even as the blush on her cheeks darkens. She may not remember having been here before, but she's been here long enough to understand what the place is about, and she appreciates him being so forthcoming with her, whether he meant to be or not. He's rewarded with a slight touch against his side, her elbow finding the space between two of his ribs in a brief nudge. ]
Well, at least we've got something on hand if we end up locked in here, right?
[ She's already been locked in a car, after all, and found sex to be the only key that would get her out of it.
She listens to the rest of what he says though, and there's a curious tilt to her head when he says it's been less objectionable due to his rank. The hand holding his squeezes as she smiles. ]
Somehow I get the feeling you'd enjoy being somewhere in the middle more. The attention of being a higher-ranked card can't be easy for you, right?
[ as much as tseng hates to admit it, he does, with a wry expression, say, ] I think you'll find there's a non-zero chance that door doesn't open.
[ the one that would let them out of the suite, that is. like, he hasn't tested it, but aerith seems to have already gathered that the resort is often keen to lock them in places and only let them free on climax, and tseng wouldn't be at all surprised to find that that's the case for them right now.
but they can figure that out for certain in a minute or two. tseng pauses briefly, warring against his instinct to hold back information that would make him vulnerable. were they in midgar, he would never answer honestly—but they're not in midgar, are they. ]
It... is not my favorite, [ he says after a moment. ] But the attention is a fair price to pay for the influence and access to information.
[ so he puts up with it, even though it makes his skin crawl still to hear people simper about him every time he enters the gambling hall. ]
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hangover aftercare
Until Tseng speaks, she's only vaguely aware that there's someone else with her. Which, in and of itself, is odd—she certainly does not recall going to bed with anyone else, nor should she have drunk anywhere near enough for her to simply forget doing so. She enjoyed some drinks, of course she did, but the unfamiliarity of a new place kept her cautious, and as far as she can tell, she has perfect recall of the rest of the evening...
And so it's with something akin to confusion that emerald eyes blink open, that she stretches first one arm and then the other before sitting up, bedsheets held modestly against her breast. Her brain processes his words before it does the sights of the room, and so she's halfway to formulating an answer, lips parted, when she recognizes her companion.
Aerith stops, and she blinks. ]
...Tseng.
[ She doesn't know whether to feel relieved, or happy, or concerned, or embarrassed, or something else entirely, and so instead, she tries for a small joke: ]
Surely you'll get paid extra for finding me all the way out here.
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from the way that aerith looks at him tseng can tell she doesn't remember. it's in her body language too, the way she covers herself with the sheet; tseng doesn't have the heart to even remind himself that he's seen her naked many times before. instead he just averts his gaze, dropping it to the mattress somewhere between them and to the left, giving her some modicum of privacy if she wishes to find a robe or some other way to cover up.
her presence here feels at once like a blessing and a curse. it relieves him to know she's safe; it chafes at him, the renewed reminder of what he'd done to her in the name of keeping her safe. ]
Aerith. [ a small nod. ] I hate to disappoint, but I am very much not on the clock right now.
[ and on whose payroll, anyway? rufus is here, somewhere, but he's not the one paying tseng's bills these days. ]
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Either way, she finds herself reaching out, one soft hand covering his, seeking his attention back on her. The smile she wears, despite their situation, is gentle, patient—maybe a little teasing. ]
It was a joke~! I know you're not on the clock right now... I'd be confused if you were, from what I've learned of this place!
[ Which, admittedly? Isn't a lot so far, other than the fact that it seems to really< want people to indulge their hedonistic sides. The thought makes her sigh, and she reaches up absent-mindedly, combing her fingers through her hair. ]
So what kinds of things are in the bag, then? If they're not all hangover cures. [ And then, after a moment, her voice softer: ] How long have you been trapped in this resort, Tseng?
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one small blessing is that she seems to already have an understanding of what the resort is. perhaps she's been here for a few days already, making her way through the monthly games without crossing tseng's path. that means it doesn't have to be tseng who explains to her the house rules, and more specifically, the house's expectations of their behavior while they're here. ]
Some medications, but not ones I would choose for a hangover, [ tseng says. ] A sleeping mask, and...
[ from the bag, tseng picks up a cute pink clit sucking toy. ]
This.
[ well, she asked. after a moment, tseng returns the toy to the bag in the name of answering her second question. ]
I've been here just shy of a year. Ten months, or thereabouts.
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The temptation is there to ask, but she's asking a lot of questions already, and the situation here, between the two of them, is already a little strange, so— ]
At least it's a cute color? [ she says instead, and the laugh on her lips is light and playful despite the hint of shyness on her cheeks.
Maybe she'll ask him later, but for now her interest is on his answer to the question already off her lips. Her eyes widen, and where there was shy uncertainty on her features for a moment, it's replaced by a genuine concern, sympathy, Aerith's fingers sliding forward on his hand until they can curl around it, holding it in her own. ]
I'm sorry, [ she says, and her voice is soft. ] It must have been... Well, I woke up here barely a day before that party started, and even I know that this isn't exactly the nicest place to be, sometimes.
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[ which, tseng realizes in the instant after the words leave his mouth, is an insane thing to say out loud. least of all because this isn't an aerith who remembers having been here before, which means he needs to be more circumspect about what he says and how.
it doesn't make him blush—tseng hasn't blushed in decades—but it does make him clear his throat slightly as he sets the toy down on the mattress. out of sight out of mind. ]
I appreciate that. [ it might not be aerith with her memories of this place, but it is unmistakably aerith: who else would be able to offer comfort like this to a man who is ostensibly her jailer? ] It has been less objectionable for me than for some others, though, because of my assigned rank—Jack of Diamonds.
[ even with only a few days under her belt, aerith will probably know that means creature comforts that aren't given to those of lower ranks. she will probably also know that tseng is deeply uncomfortable with the status and attention. ]
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Well, at least we've got something on hand if we end up locked in here, right?
[ She's already been locked in a car, after all, and found sex to be the only key that would get her out of it.
She listens to the rest of what he says though, and there's a curious tilt to her head when he says it's been less objectionable due to his rank. The hand holding his squeezes as she smiles. ]
Somehow I get the feeling you'd enjoy being somewhere in the middle more. The attention of being a higher-ranked card can't be easy for you, right?
no subject
[ the one that would let them out of the suite, that is. like, he hasn't tested it, but aerith seems to have already gathered that the resort is often keen to lock them in places and only let them free on climax, and tseng wouldn't be at all surprised to find that that's the case for them right now.
but they can figure that out for certain in a minute or two. tseng pauses briefly, warring against his instinct to hold back information that would make him vulnerable. were they in midgar, he would never answer honestly—but they're not in midgar, are they. ]
It... is not my favorite, [ he says after a moment. ] But the attention is a fair price to pay for the influence and access to information.
[ so he puts up with it, even though it makes his skin crawl still to hear people simper about him every time he enters the gambling hall. ]
You don't have a card assignment yet, correct?
I return here too :3