【 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.
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Unfortunately, he's from around an earlier, worse anniversary event, so he doesn't recognize this seemingly young woman. But he props his chin in his palm from where he's sitting, sparing her a glance from his idle observation of their shiny new surroundings. ]
So it is.
[ The punishment in most cases here is humiliation. He looks her over very briefly, decides she doesn't seem the type to usually wander a casino, and elaborates. ]
Usually, in these games of chance, you set your own wagers. Bluffing, calling—measuring your own luck and impulses. All this seems like is a dressed-up version of getting people to— [ he will have some decorum here ] ...be intimate.
She crosses her arms over her chest, wearing a white dress that honestly doesn't really show off that much more skin than her usual leotard does. She nods, thoughtfully.] That's right. Fundamentally, a wager only works if there is a winner and a loser, doesn't it? In this game, even if you lose your dignity, your partner isn't necessarily getting anything...
[What an interesting way of thinking about this.] But, the alternative... how could you even wager on intimacy? Hmmm... [Is she actually giving this some thought?
Yes, because the alternative is just being embarrassed about this.] P-perhaps the person who, ah, climaxes first...? Nn, no, but what would you be wagering...
In any case, she's dressed the part of a high roller, a luxurious casino-dweller, but the overthinking and stumble of her words speaks louder: they're both new here. No harm in indulging a little thought experiment together. ]
Let's see...
[ He speaks idly as he rolls a loose chip along the table, traveling it under his fingertip. ]
You could wager your time. Or—services, so to speak. [ Of the sexual variety, if they're keeping on theme. ] Or perhaps defer to your opponent's preferences, depending on whether you win or lose.
[ He pushes the chip to a stop, letting it roll between his fingers to show its faces. ]
For instance. We could wager something on whether this chip lands on heads, or tails. If I win, you'd take off an article of clothing of my choosing, and vice versa. Something along those lines.
[ Considering the company he's had to keep the last decade or so, he doesn't sound nearly as abashed about this as she does. ]
[Of all the Revans Mugen really is one of the more annoying ones... Haase 5* was such a gamechanger for real
Raziel's trusty pen is in her hands, and she taps the tip against her lips in thought listening to him as he outlines his particular ideas.
Her cheeks are slightly flushed with embarrassment; she's hardly a naive blushing bride and in her duties she has catalogued quite a few, ahem, more risque things... but it's always been part of her job, nothing more. Primals like her may be fully equipped and functional for intimacy, but they have no need of it.]
But what you're describing is wagering on something that could lead to intimacy. How would you make a wager on the act of intimacy itself? That's what I'm wondering.
Given how everything is here, I'm somewhat surprised we haven't seen that.
[ so true, i say as i crawl blearily out of guild wars to tag
It's curious to run into someone with such a... thoughtful approach. He looks around, and it's such mindless rutting, people entangled over the roll of a die, or whatever the roulette doles out for them, and he doubts in the end that it's anything very complicated. Base wants, and needs.
But he doesn't mind just chatting about it instead, observing a nearby table where people are fondling each others thighs or such, with all the interest of a researcher peering into a petri dish. He rolls one shoulder in a shrug. ]
Maybe it's more fun for them this way.
[ Making it a thoughtless game of chance, rather than something they have to make wagers over. He looks over at her with the same, almost academic curiosity, his expression giving away nothing. ]
How would you do it? Making a wager on intimacy itself.
[nuke gw it's awful and i hate it but mama needs her blue papers
Raziel, for her own business, is caught halfway between wanting to ignore all the debauchery happening around her and her inherent, Astral-given fascination with the idea of how a place this wholly strange could function.
She twirls the pen in her fingers.] I've been trying to figure that out. You'd have to quantify things, wouldn't you?
A wager works because one can set specific conditions within the bounds of what everyone agrees upon. There are only so many sides on a die, and thus only so many possibilities. Within intercourse, things are much more unpredictable...
Perhaps you could time things? Or-- or award points, perhaps!
[ so true and i hope you got a bajillion valor badges despite dodge/reflect/zombify/81923801 buff hell
He listens patiently, not bothering to toy with the chips on the table anymore. It's not even what she's saying that interests him, really—he may be a researcher of his own right, but for the most part, it hadn't been by choice. He does not operate on scientific curiosity.
When she starts talking about parameters to measuring intercourse, he slowly inches up a brow and speaks up. ]
Have you ever actually slept with anyone?
[ Timing... A point-based system for sex... Do they get gold stars, too? ]
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And no, she didn't approach him because she identified him as an Erune and therefore something she's familiar with.
Maybe a little.]
It seems to me that... perhaps the wager is one's dignity?
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Unfortunately, he's from around an earlier, worse anniversary event, so he doesn't recognize this seemingly young woman. But he props his chin in his palm from where he's sitting, sparing her a glance from his idle observation of their shiny new surroundings. ]
So it is.
[ The punishment in most cases here is humiliation. He looks her over very briefly, decides she doesn't seem the type to usually wander a casino, and elaborates. ]
Usually, in these games of chance, you set your own wagers. Bluffing, calling—measuring your own luck and impulses. All this seems like is a dressed-up version of getting people to— [ he will have some decorum here ] ...be intimate.
no subject
She crosses her arms over her chest, wearing a white dress that honestly doesn't really show off that much more skin than her usual leotard does. She nods, thoughtfully.] That's right. Fundamentally, a wager only works if there is a winner and a loser, doesn't it? In this game, even if you lose your dignity, your partner isn't necessarily getting anything...
[What an interesting way of thinking about this.] But, the alternative... how could you even wager on intimacy? Hmmm... [Is she actually giving this some thought?
Yes, because the alternative is just being embarrassed about this.] P-perhaps the person who, ah, climaxes first...? Nn, no, but what would you be wagering...
no subject
In any case, she's dressed the part of a high roller, a luxurious casino-dweller, but the overthinking and stumble of her words speaks louder: they're both new here. No harm in indulging a little thought experiment together. ]
Let's see...
[ He speaks idly as he rolls a loose chip along the table, traveling it under his fingertip. ]
You could wager your time. Or—services, so to speak. [ Of the sexual variety, if they're keeping on theme. ] Or perhaps defer to your opponent's preferences, depending on whether you win or lose.
[ He pushes the chip to a stop, letting it roll between his fingers to show its faces. ]
For instance. We could wager something on whether this chip lands on heads, or tails. If I win, you'd take off an article of clothing of my choosing, and vice versa. Something along those lines.
[ Considering the company he's had to keep the last decade or so, he doesn't sound nearly as abashed about this as she does. ]
no subject
Raziel's trusty pen is in her hands, and she taps the tip against her lips in thought listening to him as he outlines his particular ideas.
Her cheeks are slightly flushed with embarrassment; she's hardly a naive blushing bride and in her duties she has catalogued quite a few, ahem, more risque things... but it's always been part of her job, nothing more. Primals like her may be fully equipped and functional for intimacy, but they have no need of it.]
But what you're describing is wagering on something that could lead to intimacy. How would you make a wager on the act of intimacy itself? That's what I'm wondering.
Given how everything is here, I'm somewhat surprised we haven't seen that.
no subject
It's curious to run into someone with such a... thoughtful approach. He looks around, and it's such mindless rutting, people entangled over the roll of a die, or whatever the roulette doles out for them, and he doubts in the end that it's anything very complicated. Base wants, and needs.
But he doesn't mind just chatting about it instead, observing a nearby table where people are fondling each others thighs or such, with all the interest of a researcher peering into a petri dish. He rolls one shoulder in a shrug. ]
Maybe it's more fun for them this way.
[ Making it a thoughtless game of chance, rather than something they have to make wagers over. He looks over at her with the same, almost academic curiosity, his expression giving away nothing. ]
How would you do it? Making a wager on intimacy itself.
no subject
Raziel, for her own business, is caught halfway between wanting to ignore all the debauchery happening around her and her inherent, Astral-given fascination with the idea of how a place this wholly strange could function.
She twirls the pen in her fingers.] I've been trying to figure that out. You'd have to quantify things, wouldn't you?
A wager works because one can set specific conditions within the bounds of what everyone agrees upon. There are only so many sides on a die, and thus only so many possibilities. Within intercourse, things are much more unpredictable...
Perhaps you could time things? Or-- or award points, perhaps!
no subject
He listens patiently, not bothering to toy with the chips on the table anymore. It's not even what she's saying that interests him, really—he may be a researcher of his own right, but for the most part, it hadn't been by choice. He does not operate on scientific curiosity.
When she starts talking about parameters to measuring intercourse, he slowly inches up a brow and speaks up. ]
Have you ever actually slept with anyone?
[ Timing... A point-based system for sex... Do they get gold stars, too? ]