【 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.
[Troy's initial claim is met with a broadening smile. The fanned playing cards slide back into a uniform deck. He cuts the deck into two stacks before he goes about another shift of shuffling. The collision of cards filling his ears as he ponders the ace of spades before his eyes.
The compliment helps to stoke the spark behind Baptiste's eyes. Too bad it came with a brand new realization:] A veteran... I guess, in a way, you're not wrong. [He's outlasted his fair share now, hasn't he? Yet he's still.... here. The irritation with that sentiment settles in his hands. Fingers grip his cards tighter. Baptiste works the tension out by cutting the deck into smaller piles - shifting the cards in his hands.
Focus, Baptiste. Back to flirting, right? He's already shown off his own Ace of Clubs so...
The blonde man plucks the first card off of the shuffled deck before turning it around to show the man taller man. He flashes a matching Ace of Spades towards Troy.]
Seems I've had my eye on you too, hm? [Baptiste drops the cards of his own personal deck - happy to leave them a mess for the staff to pick-up. As his red backed cards collide with the ground and spread into a mess on the floor, he steps closer. He doesn't make any grabs at the larger man's waist or hips - though a keen eye might pick up that he does have to stop himself from the more 'aggressive' behavior. Instead he adjusts, sliding his fingers down the other's sides as he looks upward.] Maybe I want to see just how well you're handling it all, eh?
[ Troy lets his attention linger on Baptiste's cards and nimble fingers as he listens, gaze finding their way back to those blue eyes. He feels his brow raise at the Ace of Spades that Baptiste pulls from the deck, watching as the shorter man approaches and allows him the chance to get handsy. ]
Oh, trust me. This is my kind of scene.
[ He declares, shutting down parts of himself so that his lust can take over whatever moral inhibitions or feelings of adjusting to the new setting. The lights of his eyes start to dim as he feels himself listening less to his hesitations. ]
What's the matter?
[ He asks, taking Baptiste's hand to lay it on his side. He's the ace of spades first, he thought. ]
[Troy's guidance is met with a smug flutter of laughter. The promise that thiswas his kind of scene... followed by such a sweet little sentiment- It's endearing. It's familiar-
The pang of familiarity is quickly tossed aside. Much as Troy begins to shut down 'unnecessary' inhibitions, Baptiste is quick to shut the door on that train of thought.
Instead he leans in, moving to the balls of his feet to make himself just a bit taller. His fingers curl to squeeze at the other's side. His other hand follows suit.]
My personality isn't much submissive. But I'm actually trying to play the game.
[An impish glimmer in his blue eyes is quickly punctuated with a wink and the click of his tongue. His tone lowers still.]So... in the spirit of the game, mon cher - what is it you want?
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[ Baptiste's wink is met with a smile and a nod, with Troy flashing his ace of spades in response to Baptiste showing his. ]
I've seen you around just now - hard to miss that magnificent stache, after all - guessin' you're a veteran of this place.
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The compliment helps to stoke the spark behind Baptiste's eyes. Too bad it came with a brand new realization:] A veteran... I guess, in a way, you're not wrong. [He's outlasted his fair share now, hasn't he? Yet he's still.... here. The irritation with that sentiment settles in his hands. Fingers grip his cards tighter. Baptiste works the tension out by cutting the deck into smaller piles - shifting the cards in his hands.
Focus, Baptiste. Back to flirting, right? He's already shown off his own Ace of Clubs so...
The blonde man plucks the first card off of the shuffled deck before turning it around to show the man taller man. He flashes a matching Ace of Spades towards Troy.]
Seems I've had my eye on you too, hm? [Baptiste drops the cards of his own personal deck - happy to leave them a mess for the staff to pick-up. As his red backed cards collide with the ground and spread into a mess on the floor, he steps closer. He doesn't make any grabs at the larger man's waist or hips - though a keen eye might pick up that he does have to stop himself from the more 'aggressive' behavior. Instead he adjusts, sliding his fingers down the other's sides as he looks upward.] Maybe I want to see just how well you're handling it all, eh?
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Oh, trust me. This is my kind of scene.
[ He declares, shutting down parts of himself so that his lust can take over whatever moral inhibitions or feelings of adjusting to the new setting. The lights of his eyes start to dim as he feels himself listening less to his hesitations. ]
What's the matter?
[ He asks, taking Baptiste's hand to lay it on his side. He's the ace of spades first, he thought. ]
no subject
The pang of familiarity is quickly tossed aside. Much as Troy begins to shut down 'unnecessary' inhibitions, Baptiste is quick to shut the door on that train of thought.
Instead he leans in, moving to the balls of his feet to make himself just a bit taller. His fingers curl to squeeze at the other's side. His other hand follows suit.]
My personality isn't much submissive. But I'm actually trying to play the game.
[An impish glimmer in his blue eyes is quickly punctuated with a wink and the click of his tongue. His tone lowers still.]So... in the spirit of the game, mon cher - what is it you want?