【 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.
▶ 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.
[ sorry i only believe in ecats and shitposting now
here they are, in bed together, and unfortunately ish has a waif of a girl clinging onto her, messy white-blue hair sticking up every which way, her nightgown hiked up practically to her waist, and her small hands gripping on surprisngly strong as she tries to nuzzle deeper into ish's side. ]
hopefully. furina's cuddling ish so tightly like an octopus plushie she doesn't ever want to let go, and ish really needs space to breathe. or just space in general.
well, she can't wait for five minutes longer. she tries to sit up and all but pushes furina's shoulder down on the mattress so that she's lying on her back, before doing the arduous task of untangling her hair around the other woman. this is exactly why she can't be the little spoon in bed unless her partner is bigger than her......... ]
[ damn. her hater tendencies shining through already...
but, y'know what, that's fine. in dreams, nothing can hurt you! which is where furina still is even as she tumbles back down onto the mattress, rolling onto her other side and curling back up. a thin thread of drool leaks out her mouth. ]
Can't....gotta go....can't let them run out....of cake....
and girl, what tf are you talking about. ishmael's hair can't be all that sweet. ishmael herself is not even that sweet either. she stares blankly at the woman for a moment longer before grabbing her hair and give it a huge yank, rousing the poor girl up and potentially making her roll off the bed.
[ goodbye her beautiful dream cake, hello cold hard floor
which is what she hits with a yelp once all that orange hair's tugged out from underneath her and she goes tumbling. at least she's awake now. ]
Wh—Hey! Fine, fine, I'll get up now. You didn't have to—
[ she freezes as soon as she sees that the being in the room with her is not madame crabaletta but instead an unfamiliar woman. what (expletive removed). ]
Who....who are you? And how did you get into my room?
furina's jaw drops, mouth working silently for a few seconds before she sputters back with a retort of her own. ]
Well, I don't see your name on it either!
[ so it's clearly neither of their rooms!! but as much as she'd like to go back to sleep, the rough landing has woken her up sufficiently that she's gone ahead to rub the sleep out of her eyes and peer around. for all her claims of an intruder invading her room, this certainly doesn't look anything like her room. ]
Call me Ishmael. And this-- [ gestures at... everything ] is someone's room, apparently. This is neither mine nor yours. Guess someone put us here when we passed out during that party.
[ which is nice of them, she supposes. she reaches over to the bedside table where their breakfast awaits, still piping hot, and takes a mug of coffee. ]
[ there's something almost...insulting about the prompting, as though she were some wayward child and not a fully grown woman in the prime of her life. her lips thin, but instead of (once again) arguing back or demanding the proper respect be shown, she just picks herself up off the floor and goes to grab the blanket to wrap around her shoulders.
she's not the hydro archon anymore. she's not really much of anyone anymore. ]
It's Furina. [ quietly. ] This place is so big....surely they could have each given us our own separate rooms with plenty to spare? Or at least given us separate beds.
[ though she has to admit, all that body warmth was nice.... ]
[ don't dwell too much on her words, furina, she's just a certified Hater™️. even more so when some unfamiliar woman's been spooning her like they've known each other for centuries. ]
That's what I thought too. But considering how they dumped some of us in the parking garage, it only means there have been some booking problems in this hotel... or something.
[ a shrug, then a sip of her coffee. ]
Hopefully they'll get it straightened out soon. Me being here is a mistake, after all. [ lmao ]
hangover
here they are, in bed together, and unfortunately ish has a waif of a girl clinging onto her, messy white-blue hair sticking up every which way, her nightgown hiked up practically to her waist, and her small hands gripping on surprisngly strong as she tries to nuzzle deeper into ish's side. ]
Just five more minutes....
[ mom please ]
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hopefully. furina's cuddling ish so tightly like an octopus plushie she doesn't ever want to let go, and ish really needs space to breathe. or just space in general.
well, she can't wait for five minutes longer. she tries to sit up and all but pushes furina's shoulder down on the mattress so that she's lying on her back, before doing the arduous task of untangling her hair around the other woman. this is exactly why she can't be the little spoon in bed unless her partner is bigger than her......... ]
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but, y'know what, that's fine. in dreams, nothing can hurt you! which is where furina still is even as she tumbles back down onto the mattress, rolling onto her other side and curling back up. a thin thread of drool leaks out her mouth. ]
Can't....gotta go....can't let them run out....of cake....
[ i promise i will give you a real tag soon ]
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and girl, what tf are you talking about. ishmael's hair can't be all that sweet. ishmael herself is not even that sweet either. she stares blankly at the woman for a moment longer before grabbing her hair and give it a huge yank, rousing the poor girl up and potentially making her roll off the bed.
ok now gimme a real tag ]
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which is what she hits with a yelp once all that orange hair's tugged out from underneath her and she goes tumbling. at least she's awake now. ]
Wh—Hey! Fine, fine, I'll get up now. You didn't have to—
[ she freezes as soon as she sees that the being in the room with her is not madame crabaletta but instead an unfamiliar woman. what (expletive removed). ]
Who....who are you? And how did you get into my room?
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[ nobody's name was on it, to be fair. but ishmael's going to insist that she's right to save face. ]
Anyway, sorry to disturb you, but I did try telling you to shove aside because of my hair. Now you can go back to sleep.
[ is she really that sorry............. ]
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furina's jaw drops, mouth working silently for a few seconds before she sputters back with a retort of her own. ]
Well, I don't see your name on it either!
[ so it's clearly neither of their rooms!! but as much as she'd like to go back to sleep, the rough landing has woken her up sufficiently that she's gone ahead to rub the sleep out of her eyes and peer around. for all her claims of an intruder invading her room, this certainly doesn't look anything like her room. ]
Who are you anyway? And where is this?
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[ which is nice of them, she supposes. she reaches over to the bedside table where their breakfast awaits, still piping hot, and takes a mug of coffee. ]
Don't forget to introduce yourself, now.
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she's not the hydro archon anymore. she's not really much of anyone anymore. ]
It's Furina. [ quietly. ] This place is so big....surely they could have each given us our own separate rooms with plenty to spare? Or at least given us separate beds.
[ though she has to admit, all that body warmth was nice.... ]
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That's what I thought too. But considering how they dumped some of us in the parking garage, it only means there have been some booking problems in this hotel... or something.
[ a shrug, then a sip of her coffee. ]
Hopefully they'll get it straightened out soon. Me being here is a mistake, after all. [ lmao ]