【 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.
You're not wrong, but there's nothing wrong with wearing them even underneath a suit. You could give a surprise to someone you're fond of when they take off your pants.
But otherwise I'll wear them instead. You could even put them on me, if you'd be so kind. [ a hand slinks down her thigh, the svelte of her black dress; it's actually long and elegant, rather than short enough to bare her legs much. ]
It'd be hidden on me too, but therein is the appeal. Nice lingerie can be a secret to be revealed when time comes.
[ She glances down skeptically at her own trouser leg, unsure if she's going to really want to roll the leg up... or take them off... in order to get this thing on. ]
Uh-
[ Hold on - just hold on - her brain is misfiring a bit as Lappland is suddenly talking about putting it on her. Ahem. ]
Of course, of course! Let's find a seat for me somewhere. [ ... ] But the only question, my gracious and gallant helper, is whether you'll oblige me by putting it on me in public or private.
[ and, well, it has to be used in a sex act! now whether red remembers that little bit of info might just spice this up all the more.
and guess who has no shame and might be an exhibitionist. ]
[ fine, no bullying red into being naughty in public. yet, potentially.
but she obliges in finding a champagne room nearby; lavish and luxury in the way the rest of the resort is, dimmed lights, plush couches. she allows herself to plop onto one with a flounce that doesn't quite fit her evening dress; elegant as the look is, her entire demeanor still screams casual and criminal. ]
[ The attitude really doesn't match the outfit. But then again, Red doesn't feel like she quite fits her own either. She pauses as she shuts the door behind her and then rolls her eyes. ]
...I'm not shy, I just have the common sense not to do that kind of thing in public!
[ There's a bit of a snap to her voice. Temper, temper. ]
Now what exactly do you mean by that? I did only request that you put this on for me, didn't I?
[ whatever left unsaid would totally be covered by plausible deniability, surely. and in any case she isn't the one requiring a sex act to be done! this could be taken up by the house if anything.
but in the meantime her black-clawed hands go to the hem of her dress; one talon casually cuts a slice into the fabric, then smoothly opening a long slit up the side and length of the gown. precise and flowing, practically as if tailored--and for the primary purpose of access. ]
[ Red gives her a slightly sour expression. She really doesn't want to have to try and explain herself here. So she leaves it at that - at least for now. She follows her to the couch and slowly slides onto her knees in front of her, feeling a prickly, heated sort of sensation over her skin. She takes a breath and lifts the garter with a nod. ]
[ the sly of her smile only grows like a wolf’s, a hunter’s; while not knowing red’s species or much of her at all, she could hazard a guess for her nature. lappland is a lone wolf, but she likes to bully. and come out on top. ]
Depends on whether you like feet, amica. I won’t judge. I quite like them myself. [ a lift of her leg to bare calf and thigh more from the slice of her dress; her shoes are strappy black heels, with the stripes of ribbons crisscrossing over her calves. heels aren’t quite her thing, but it fit the evening dress requirement and she can go with the flow when it comes to aesthetic.
the scent of her is wilderness and hinting at heat and warmth as the movement of her leg bares as well a glimpse of lace black panties. the garters would have to come with stockings; she isn’t wearing any, just bare legs overlap with black ribbon. ]
Would it be a problem for you to undo, or shall I?
[ Red mutters a touch sullenly. Apparently she doesn't feel strongly one way or the other. Or she's avoiding the subject, hard to say. Her eyes are drawn to the bare skin on display - and the scent of her, which more than anything is present to Red. She curls her fingers and then shakes her head. ]
I can undo it.
[ She very carefully starts that work and reaches out. Bare, warm fingers against bare skin. Her ears are burning, but she forges ahead all the same. ]
[ well, it’s polite to ask just in case she might want to step on red whether with heels or stockings. which yes, she does, but it’s only courteous to test someone’s comfort right? red’s answer is a little noncommittal but she supposes she’ll cross that bridge when it comes to it, because stockings won’t get in the way of… ]
Another question, then. For my own reference. [ her voice a murmur as she hooks her other heel to an ottoman or footrest nearby, drags it in so that she could rest her leg there, while cocking her calf for better access as the ribbons come undone. her skin is pale, to an almost sickly extent. and further up her thigh are black, mineral, rock-like lesions crawling up her leg. ]
[ Red's fingers pause as she gets a better look at the legs she's kneeling between by now. Then they go back to work. Her eyes flicker up to her with a frown. ]
What's up with your legs? You OK?
[ She might be grumpy, but there's a streak of kindness in her. Even as she undoes one ribbon and then another, working her way through the very intimate task before her. ]
Oh, these? [ one black claw goes to scratch lightly over one of the lesions--and then pick at it, at the skin around it, as if trying to pry a hangnail. ] This is a little... hm.
I'm sick, amica. Not to worry, it's a blood-borne illness. As long as you don't start licking my open wounds, you shouldn't catch it. One day these rocks will cover the all of me, but surely you won't be around to see it.
Maybe a good reminder to live life to the fullest while you still can. Eat well, play well, fuck well. [ a baring of her teeth, a beast's smile, a dying beast's creed. ]
[ her shoes now freed, she casually rests her calf to red's shoulder, hooking her leg to draw her in closer. the scent of her wetness and arousal is terribly evident now, in the growing dark spot on her black lace panties but, all else considered, the rest of her demeanor is casual and relaxed even as it's clear she's only getting more turned on with the proximity of them. ]
[ She admits, her breath catching a little. The scent of arousal, the close proximity - it's having its own effect on her. Her ears burn and she glances up at her face - and then, almost on impulse, she presses a fluttering kiss against the inside of her thigh. Something soft and tentative as she feels her way forward. ]
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[ Her tone is a bit flat. ]
Not right now. Sorry.
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But in the meantime you can still wear it. Or I could, if you're uncertain how.
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[ Red deadpans. ]
But I'm also wearing trousers so not exactly a matching outfit.
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But otherwise I'll wear them instead. You could even put them on me, if you'd be so kind. [ a hand slinks down her thigh, the svelte of her black dress; it's actually long and elegant, rather than short enough to bare her legs much. ]
It'd be hidden on me too, but therein is the appeal. Nice lingerie can be a secret to be revealed when time comes.
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[ She glances down skeptically at her own trouser leg, unsure if she's going to really want to roll the leg up... or take them off... in order to get this thing on. ]
Uh-
[ Hold on - just hold on - her brain is misfiring a bit as Lappland is suddenly talking about putting it on her. Ahem. ]
...if you want. I can do that. [ She gestures. ]
Just get your leg up.
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[ and, well, it has to be used in a sex act! now whether red remembers that little bit of info might just spice this up all the more.
and guess who has no shame and might be an exhibitionist. ]
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[ Her response is a bit flat. But at least she's not shying away from it. ]
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but she obliges in finding a champagne room nearby; lavish and luxury in the way the rest of the resort is, dimmed lights, plush couches. she allows herself to plop onto one with a flounce that doesn't quite fit her evening dress; elegant as the look is, her entire demeanor still screams casual and criminal. ]
Shy little cucciola, are you?
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...I'm not shy, I just have the common sense not to do that kind of thing in public!
[ There's a bit of a snap to her voice. Temper, temper. ]
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Now what exactly do you mean by that? I did only request that you put this on for me, didn't I?
[ whatever left unsaid would totally be covered by plausible deniability, surely. and in any case she isn't the one requiring a sex act to be done! this could be taken up by the house if anything.
but in the meantime her black-clawed hands go to the hem of her dress; one talon casually cuts a slice into the fabric, then smoothly opening a long slit up the side and length of the gown. precise and flowing, practically as if tailored--and for the primary purpose of access. ]
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[ Red gives her a slightly sour expression. She really doesn't want to have to try and explain herself here. So she leaves it at that - at least for now. She follows her to the couch and slowly slides onto her knees in front of her, feeling a prickly, heated sort of sensation over her skin. She takes a breath and lifts the garter with a nod. ]
Uh. Do you want me to take your shoe off...?
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Depends on whether you like feet, amica. I won’t judge. I quite like them myself. [ a lift of her leg to bare calf and thigh more from the slice of her dress; her shoes are strappy black heels, with the stripes of ribbons crisscrossing over her calves. heels aren’t quite her thing, but it fit the evening dress requirement and she can go with the flow when it comes to aesthetic.
the scent of her is wilderness and hinting at heat and warmth as the movement of her leg bares as well a glimpse of lace black panties. the garters would have to come with stockings; she isn’t wearing any, just bare legs overlap with black ribbon. ]
Would it be a problem for you to undo, or shall I?
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[ Red mutters a touch sullenly. Apparently she doesn't feel strongly one way or the other. Or she's avoiding the subject, hard to say. Her eyes are drawn to the bare skin on display - and the scent of her, which more than anything is present to Red. She curls her fingers and then shakes her head. ]
I can undo it.
[ She very carefully starts that work and reaches out. Bare, warm fingers against bare skin. Her ears are burning, but she forges ahead all the same. ]
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Another question, then. For my own reference. [ her voice a murmur as she hooks her other heel to an ottoman or footrest nearby, drags it in so that she could rest her leg there, while cocking her calf for better access as the ribbons come undone. her skin is pale, to an almost sickly extent. and further up her thigh are black, mineral, rock-like lesions crawling up her leg. ]
Do you like eating, or being eaten?
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What's up with your legs? You OK?
[ She might be grumpy, but there's a streak of kindness in her. Even as she undoes one ribbon and then another, working her way through the very intimate task before her. ]
i keep forgetting i still wanted to tag this AHHH
I'm sick, amica. Not to worry, it's a blood-borne illness. As long as you don't start licking my open wounds, you shouldn't catch it. One day these rocks will cover the all of me, but surely you won't be around to see it.
Maybe a good reminder to live life to the fullest while you still can. Eat well, play well, fuck well. [ a baring of her teeth, a beast's smile, a dying beast's creed. ]
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I guess that makes sense. Some people I know had the same attitude in the trenches.
[ If you're going to die, might as well enjoy yourself. ]
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[ her shoes now freed, she casually rests her calf to red's shoulder, hooking her leg to draw her in closer. the scent of her wetness and arousal is terribly evident now, in the growing dark spot on her black lace panties but, all else considered, the rest of her demeanor is casual and relaxed even as it's clear she's only getting more turned on with the proximity of them. ]
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[ She admits, her breath catching a little. The scent of arousal, the close proximity - it's having its own effect on her. Her ears burn and she glances up at her face - and then, almost on impulse, she presses a fluttering kiss against the inside of her thigh. Something soft and tentative as she feels her way forward. ]