【 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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▶ 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.
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[Rude just stares silently like the wheels upstairs are turning but he's not going anywhere. If it wasn't weird he might try to touch them. He decides against it ultimately and simply nods. It wouldn't be the strangest thing he's seen here by far.]
Tribe? I'm Rude of the Turks I suppose.
[He laughs at himself internally, the words sounding ridiculous inside his head and out, but they have to be said. The slightest smile on his face for just a moment.] We don't have people like you where I come from. Don't suppose you've ever been to a place called Midgar?
[Rude picks at his food, deciding it's more likely to be drugged than poisoned.]
[ fuck's a Turk, then almost comes out of his mouth, but listen, far be it for him to be an ignorant little smartass and insult someone. someone that didn't deserve it, that is. instead, he opts for a gently smaller amount of sass. ]
Aye, you're rude alright. Never heard of Midgar, that a city? No paripus, huh...
[ what, did they... round them all up? ship 'em off somewhere? execute them all? it's baffling, really. he's heard of other tribes being uncommon, but unfortunately his happen to multiply like r...abbit....dog...animals, so that's not usually the case. then again, it dawns him—he did already hear this place isn't like where he's from. it isn't even anywhere close. so maybe there really is such a thing as a city with no paripus, or even one without tribes. imagine that.
eh, well. the other half of that meat pie gets shoved in his gob and he mulls things over for a moment while he chews. ]
Someone told me earlier this place is a long way from home. I think they meant for everybody, not just me.
[Rude pushes up his sunglasses in response to that remark. Almost witty, but on the verge of being overplayed. He does a bad job of hiding his amusement.]
No, but we have monsters that are vaguely humanoid. But not like you.
[He thinks of the time he once had unrestricted access to Hojo's experiment files for an assignment and looks at the stranger a while longer. No, Hojo only made abominations, and this kid was sort of cute.]
You're right. These people don't come from anywhere I know. [Rude gestures around them, then goes back to his food.] This place just gets more and more suspicious..
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Tribe? I'm Rude of the Turks I suppose.
[He laughs at himself internally, the words sounding ridiculous inside his head and out, but they have to be said. The slightest smile on his face for just a moment.] We don't have people like you where I come from. Don't suppose you've ever been to a place called Midgar?
[Rude picks at his food, deciding it's more likely to be drugged than poisoned.]
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Aye, you're rude alright. Never heard of Midgar, that a city? No paripus, huh...
[ what, did they... round them all up? ship 'em off somewhere? execute them all? it's baffling, really. he's heard of other tribes being uncommon, but unfortunately his happen to multiply like r...abbit....dog...animals, so that's not usually the case. then again, it dawns him—he did already hear this place isn't like where he's from. it isn't even anywhere close. so maybe there really is such a thing as a city with no paripus, or even one without tribes. imagine that.
eh, well. the other half of that meat pie gets shoved in his gob and he mulls things over for a moment while he chews. ]
Someone told me earlier this place is a long way from home. I think they meant for everybody, not just me.
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No, but we have monsters that are vaguely humanoid. But not like you.
[He thinks of the time he once had unrestricted access to Hojo's experiment files for an assignment and looks at the stranger a while longer. No, Hojo only made abominations, and this kid was sort of cute.]
You're right. These people don't come from anywhere I know. [Rude gestures around them, then goes back to his food.] This place just gets more and more suspicious..