【 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.
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▶ 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!
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[ Maybe Gojou heard it coming from around the corner, at the entrance to the woman's lounge -- a vaguely-familiar growly voice yapping away, having a one-sided argument with the Amazonian guards blocking entrance to the women's parlor. 'Do you know how unfair this is' and 'I'm not saying they can't have their own lounge, but we should get one too' and 'this is unjust is what it is,' with a bonus helping of 'at least answer me!' But of course, Fuuta hadn't even been dignified with a response at all, and so he'd come stomping back around the corner, red-faced and pissed-off, only to catch sight of Gojou at the makeup table. ]
I don't give a shit about any chocolate fountain.
[ His bad mood at being straight up ignored (ignored!) by the guards means Fuuta snaps that horrible retort at first. Though he does immediately feel a little bad about it, since he hasn't forgotten he technically still owes this guy one. Not bad enough to apologize in any fashion, but enough that he scowls as he rubs at his uncovered eye with a hand, then lowers his voice from that shitty snarl to a more even grumble when he continues. ]
... I just want in there 'cause it's quieter. I feel like I'm gonna go insane if I gotta put up with all that fucking noise for another hour. Might even be able to catch a quick nap in there, you know?
[ With that part said, plops himself down on one of the other available tables, frowning as he picks up a tube of foundation. ]
And besides, how d'you even know that's gonna work? What girl's as tall as you? [ After a brief squint at Gojou's face, he'll have to reluctantly concede that he has nothing to gripe about there. Ugh. Pretty-boy types really have it easy. ] How d'you you're not gonna be embarrassing yourself like this for nothing.
( it is, unfortunately, not the first time he's been at the whims of fuuta's bad moods--but maybe that's his own fault, for being in the wrong place at the wrong time. the only reaction he has is the broad lift of his brows, but they're hidden beneath his bangs, anyway, so that's that--instead, he looks back into the mirror, as though ensuring that the sunglasses are on correctly. it's probably a little odd, and doesn't really go with the outfit; with another sigh, annoyed, he decides to drag them off again.
a sidelong glance at fuuta again, glancing down at the foundation, and then back up at him, lips pursed-- )
Is it embarrassing? If they kick me out, they kick me out, but at least I look good doing it.
( his ego, apparently, is not one to be messed with, even dressed like this; he folds his sunglasses up, setting them on the table in front of him. )
If you give up everything before you even try, no wonder you're miserable. ( with a quirk of a smile, his bright blue eyes beaming. ) I'll hold your hand. If it doesn't work, and you don't get your nap, then I'll owe you.
( that doesn't bother him, either. if fuuta wants credits, he has them; if he wants to embarrass him, somehow, in exchange, he'll have to work pretty hard. nothing that he can ask for, in his view, would be all that terrible. )
[ That unwavering confidence earns a moment of incredulous staring before Fuuta puts the foundation down and glances away with a heavy sigh. Ugh. This is why it's so annoying dealing with people who are born blessed. Of course a guy with a face like this would act like such hot shit and know he's hot shit.
Still. This guy being annoying is one thing, and talk about debts is another; he's not going to muddle them.] I don't care about owing. It's not about that. You don't own me shit.
[ Fuuta grumbles as he picks up the spare outfit and starts unfolding it. ]
And it's not that I give up on everything. I just ... know my limits. [ Like his inability to look passably like a girl. Ugh. Fuuta makes a face to himself as he takes in all the frills. ] It's easy for you to say shit, but I'm just realistic about what I can and can't do. It's called being an adult.
[ For all he says, though, he really does want that nap. So after one more weary glance from the dress, to the door flanked by guards, then back again, he grudgingly mumbles, ]
... but if you're so confident it'll work out, then lend me a hand with this stuff. I've never dressed up like this before.
( there's a patient sort of breath, when fuuta starts--but by the time he says it's called being an adult, his eyes have rolled towards the ceiling, like he's standing in for another lecture from the principal. for being so concerned about 'acting his age' or whatever it is that's crawled up his ass, fuuta's acting a little like a child now, all grumpy faces and grumbling voices; his fingers tap a little, impatient, against the table in front of him, like he's biding his time.
and then fuuta just keeps going--his hand lifts, a lackadaisical wave through the air. )
Yeah, yeah, I'm a child, blah blah blah. You done acting all high and mighty yet?
( which leads them to fuuta's agreement, really, and while he could very easily snap something back about how none of that 'knowing his limits' has apparently kept him from doing anything, he bites his tongue. it's better if they go together, and he doesn't want to piss fuuta off entirely and have him leave; when there's two of them, it'll be easier to lie if they have to.
pushing up from his seat, he claps his hands together with a bright grin. )
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I don't give a shit about any chocolate fountain.
[ His bad mood at being straight up ignored (ignored!) by the guards means Fuuta snaps that horrible retort at first. Though he does immediately feel a little bad about it, since he hasn't forgotten he technically still owes this guy one. Not bad enough to apologize in any fashion, but enough that he scowls as he rubs at his uncovered eye with a hand, then lowers his voice from that shitty snarl to a more even grumble when he continues. ]
... I just want in there 'cause it's quieter. I feel like I'm gonna go insane if I gotta put up with all that fucking noise for another hour. Might even be able to catch a quick nap in there, you know?
[ With that part said, plops himself down on one of the other available tables, frowning as he picks up a tube of foundation. ]
And besides, how d'you even know that's gonna work? What girl's as tall as you? [ After a brief squint at Gojou's face, he'll have to reluctantly concede that he has nothing to gripe about there. Ugh. Pretty-boy types really have it easy. ] How d'you you're not gonna be embarrassing yourself like this for nothing.
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a sidelong glance at fuuta again, glancing down at the foundation, and then back up at him, lips pursed-- )
Is it embarrassing? If they kick me out, they kick me out, but at least I look good doing it.
( his ego, apparently, is not one to be messed with, even dressed like this; he folds his sunglasses up, setting them on the table in front of him. )
If you give up everything before you even try, no wonder you're miserable. ( with a quirk of a smile, his bright blue eyes beaming. ) I'll hold your hand. If it doesn't work, and you don't get your nap, then I'll owe you.
( that doesn't bother him, either. if fuuta wants credits, he has them; if he wants to embarrass him, somehow, in exchange, he'll have to work pretty hard. nothing that he can ask for, in his view, would be all that terrible. )
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Still. This guy being annoying is one thing, and talk about debts is another; he's not going to muddle them.] I don't care about owing. It's not about that. You don't own me shit.
[ Fuuta grumbles as he picks up the spare outfit and starts unfolding it. ]
And it's not that I give up on everything. I just ... know my limits. [ Like his inability to look passably like a girl. Ugh. Fuuta makes a face to himself as he takes in all the frills. ] It's easy for you to say shit, but I'm just realistic about what I can and can't do. It's called being an adult.
[ For all he says, though, he really does want that nap. So after one more weary glance from the dress, to the door flanked by guards, then back again, he grudgingly mumbles, ]
... but if you're so confident it'll work out, then lend me a hand with this stuff. I've never dressed up like this before.
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and then fuuta just keeps going--his hand lifts, a lackadaisical wave through the air. )
Yeah, yeah, I'm a child, blah blah blah. You done acting all high and mighty yet?
( which leads them to fuuta's agreement, really, and while he could very easily snap something back about how none of that 'knowing his limits' has apparently kept him from doing anything, he bites his tongue. it's better if they go together, and he doesn't want to piss fuuta off entirely and have him leave; when there's two of them, it'll be easier to lie if they have to.
pushing up from his seat, he claps his hands together with a bright grin. )
Great, great! Now strip down to your underwear.
( that is, apparently, the first step. )