【 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.
[ Kabru's nose sort of wrinkles at the fingers tickling it, and it's a strange, uncomfortable sensation, but one he can briefly tolerate. Just as this game could lend itself to particularly suggestive situations, it could just as easily lend itself to stupid situations such as these. The mention of nose hair only takes away further tension when there really was none to begin with. ]
I have other tastes -- Oh. [ Those dice hit him in the square of his chest. Thanks. Having the dice thrown at him is mildly annoying but he can tolerate that too. Kabru gives them a roll, watching for the results. They land on '3' and '5', which isn't the worst result that could come up. 'KISS' and 'MOUTH'. This is easy, in fact. Peering up at the other man, there's more playfulness to his tone now (he's mostly happy he doesn't have to do something stupid) ]
It wouldn't happen to be your first kiss, would it?
[ While less than thrilled with his own luck with the dice, Wade treats himself to a little light hazing. Alas, Kabru could host his own masterclass on tolerating Wade's bullshit, because he gives no outer appearance of being annoyed. But don't worry -- the night's still young!
Wade leans in to peer down at the dice along with Kabru, and his brown eyes light up. ]
Now we're talking! [ Laughter bubbles out of him as he shakes his head. ] Another guy? Fuck no! Pucker up, babygirl!
[ Fishing a hand into his pocket, he sprays something minty into his mouth. Alas, he has no lip balm, so he can't roll out the red carpet entirely, but clearly Wade is a huge fan of kissing, even with complete strangers. ]
How you wanna do this -- 'first date' peck or high school make-out? I'm fine with tongue.
[ At least they make up for how annoying they were being before with their enthusiasm right now. There was no need for any kind of preparation, even if it is appreciated. Kabru would probably kiss or sleep with anyone who wanted him, no matter how he actually felt about them. This beats doing something strange or off-putting, so he's going to take it, and it helps that he has absolutely no shame about the act. ]
Tongue is fine with me too. [ Leaning in, his fingers trace along Wade's jawline, not minding the sensation of scarred skin. He draws the other man closer, pressing their lips together, his tongue swiping along those lips in a teasing manner, very much like a cat. He does taste the mint. ] Mmm. I'm Kabru. Your name?
[ Wade instantly lights up when he's faced not with a look of disgust or reluctance, but Kabru looks perfectly fine with this. Which is good, otherwise Dirty Dice would just become Dubious Consent Dice with Wade trying to make a move and Kabru just not having as good a time as he is. A laugh bubbles out of him as he leans down at the touch of his fingers along his jaw, and he eagerly meets him halfway. A hand slides around to the small of Kabru's back, pulling him close enough to feel his body against his, which is completely unnecessary for the game and equally necessary for Wade. He hums at the close-lipped kiss, then a little louder at the slick lick of that soft tongue, grinning with a kind of satisfaction in his eyes. ]
Mm. Caliente.
[ The kittenish lick is met with resounding approval. Wade bobs his brows - or, well, the brow ridge where they would've been had he any hair. He can see how this dice game could be an effective icebreaker, but he's so eternally touch-starved that he enjoys the game more than is normal. ]
Wade. Wade Wilson.
[ He slides his hand away from Kabru's waist and scoops up the dice, rattling them around in the loose fist holding it. He presents it to him to blow on, for luck. ]
Fresh off the metaphorical boat, you? Been here long?
[ As someone who loved the company of other people, he isn't going to feel disgusted at the sight of some (a lot of) scarring. If Wade were going to suddenly turn into a monstrous beast, then they would have problems, but right now it isn't something that bothers Kabru all that much. Meeting people was fun and necessary to his goal of gathering as much information as he can about this casino and the people in it. Making out with them was just another excellent way to meet them. It's fun with such an enthusiastic partner anyway. It meant that Kabru didn't need to be careful about pushing things too far.
This man seemed so touch-starved, and it isn't too much of a surprising thing. Ever the type to want to please others, he's more than happy to give Wade exactly what he wants.
There's no protest he makes when he's drawn in. His body is comparatively small and easy to maneuver, and he was also a more than willing party. Pressed up against the other man's chest, the warmth is actually very pleasant, and Kabru hums in some contentment, appreciating the intimacy. ]
Same as you. This must be their way of helping us get to know each other. Back home, I'd usually start with some light conversation. [ Not making out with someone he just met. Okay, maybe sometimes he does that, but only if the other person likes it that way.
Taking the hint, he blows over those dice. ] Tell me all about you?
[ Is there anything more intoxicating than reciprocation? Wade remembers what it was like when he was hot, when he had artful scars, tattoos, fucking hair. But it's really when he's had his body scorched head to toe in scar tissue that he realizes how much of himself was his concept of beauty, vanity.
And how far he fell when he became Deadpool. When you fall so far that people on the street veer away from you for fear of confronting such ugliness, you start to realize the privilege of good looks. You start to resent its absence. Or he would, except he realizes that this guy is as fresh-faced as he is to this weird fucking casino. That... changes things. Enough that Wade moves as if to peel back and then hesitates. Waits. ]
Sounds about right. Who doesn't love a little small talk in between playful banter?
[ Wade shakes the dice cupped in his loose grip, cooled by the kiss of breath from Kabru's pursed lips. He throws the dice without looking past his blue eyes, interested. Wade doesn't exactly care for the habit of people just spilling their guts at hello, but Wade also leans heavily into being annoying. Honesty to this degree could swing in either direction if he's being honest. ]
I'm a mutated human who can heal from anything. What about you? Other than being an excellent kisser.
[ A mutated human. That must explain the scars. It's unfortunate that he can't heal from said scars and go back to the way he looked before. Kabru doesn't mind the way Wade looks, but he doesn't think he could cope with going through that himself, even if it would be useful to be able to heal from anything. ]
You can heal on your own from anything? That's impressive magic. I used to spend most of my time exploring dungeons.
[ There's much more to it than that, but does Wade really want to know the details? Kabru glances at the dice too, curious about what they will be doing next. ]
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I have other tastes -- Oh. [ Those dice hit him in the square of his chest. Thanks. Having the dice thrown at him is mildly annoying but he can tolerate that too. Kabru gives them a roll, watching for the results. They land on '3' and '5', which isn't the worst result that could come up. 'KISS' and 'MOUTH'. This is easy, in fact. Peering up at the other man, there's more playfulness to his tone now (he's mostly happy he doesn't have to do something stupid) ]
It wouldn't happen to be your first kiss, would it?
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Wade leans in to peer down at the dice along with Kabru, and his brown eyes light up. ]
Now we're talking! [ Laughter bubbles out of him as he shakes his head. ] Another guy? Fuck no! Pucker up, babygirl!
[ Fishing a hand into his pocket, he sprays something minty into his mouth. Alas, he has no lip balm, so he can't roll out the red carpet entirely, but clearly Wade is a huge fan of kissing, even with complete strangers. ]
How you wanna do this -- 'first date' peck or high school make-out? I'm fine with tongue.
[ Wade, shut up. ]
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Tongue is fine with me too. [ Leaning in, his fingers trace along Wade's jawline, not minding the sensation of scarred skin. He draws the other man closer, pressing their lips together, his tongue swiping along those lips in a teasing manner, very much like a cat. He does taste the mint. ] Mmm. I'm Kabru. Your name?
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Mm. Caliente.
[ The kittenish lick is met with resounding approval. Wade bobs his brows - or, well, the brow ridge where they would've been had he any hair. He can see how this dice game could be an effective icebreaker, but he's so eternally touch-starved that he enjoys the game more than is normal. ]
Wade. Wade Wilson.
[ He slides his hand away from Kabru's waist and scoops up the dice, rattling them around in the loose fist holding it. He presents it to him to blow on, for luck. ]
Fresh off the metaphorical boat, you? Been here long?
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This man seemed so touch-starved, and it isn't too much of a surprising thing. Ever the type to want to please others, he's more than happy to give Wade exactly what he wants.
There's no protest he makes when he's drawn in. His body is comparatively small and easy to maneuver, and he was also a more than willing party. Pressed up against the other man's chest, the warmth is actually very pleasant, and Kabru hums in some contentment, appreciating the intimacy. ]
Same as you. This must be their way of helping us get to know each other. Back home, I'd usually start with some light conversation. [ Not making out with someone he just met. Okay, maybe sometimes he does that, but only if the other person likes it that way.
Taking the hint, he blows over those dice. ] Tell me all about you?
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And how far he fell when he became Deadpool. When you fall so far that people on the street veer away from you for fear of confronting such ugliness, you start to realize the privilege of good looks. You start to resent its absence. Or he would, except he realizes that this guy is as fresh-faced as he is to this weird fucking casino. That... changes things. Enough that Wade moves as if to peel back and then hesitates. Waits. ]
Sounds about right. Who doesn't love a little small talk in between playful banter?
[ Wade shakes the dice cupped in his loose grip, cooled by the kiss of breath from Kabru's pursed lips. He throws the dice without looking past his blue eyes, interested. Wade doesn't exactly care for the habit of people just spilling their guts at hello, but Wade also leans heavily into being annoying. Honesty to this degree could swing in either direction if he's being honest. ]
I'm a mutated human who can heal from anything. What about you? Other than being an excellent kisser.
[ Wink wonk. ]
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You can heal on your own from anything? That's impressive magic. I used to spend most of my time exploring dungeons.
[ There's much more to it than that, but does Wade really want to know the details? Kabru glances at the dice too, curious about what they will be doing next. ]