【 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.
[ Ordinarily, a Servant wouldn't need to sleep. They are spirits who subsist on minds and souls, after all, so human needs don't enter into the equation.
It's part of the reason why the experience of waking up is jarring in itself. Especially to the sound of music, and...a warm...body?
Archer opens his eyes, and the shock is immediate. Not only because of the setting, but also there is...most definitely a sleeping young woman curled up against him. Her robe leaves almost nothing to the imagination, and his...well, it's a tawdry, fur-lined thing that has mostly pulled away from his chest.
What is one to do in a situation like this? Well...honestly he has no idea. He hesitates to move - or really do anything at all. He doesn't want to move her himself so...after a long, painfully debate, he gently touches her shoulder to wake her. ]
( The gentle touch to her shoulder earns a soft sound as if her body is trying to assure her companion that she's registered the contact at all. It's enough, at least, that something seems to kick in, eyelids scrunching before relaxing and her leg slowly sliding off his where she'd been curled.
When her lashes finally flutter open, it takes a few seconds for the fuzzy colors of the world to smooth out and her mind to register that what she happens to be pressed against is another person. And once the world finally clears enough that she recognizes her hand is on someone's... chest, everything else happens quickly. )
Ah—! ( She gasps quickly, jerking back quickly with a startled little squeak. ) Please excuse me! ( The worlds are a quick but sincere apology, and even if it takes a couple seconds to align her limbs properly, she manages to get her legs under her as she bows deeply where she is on her knees. There's already a blossom of warmth on her cheeks from the surprise of it all coupled with the closeness of what had been such close contact with a stranger. ) I'm very sorry!
( But it's only as she bows that she recognizes two very important things: she's naked and he seems to be as well. Her lips part in a surprised gasp, body straightening enough that she can hastily turn to one side and snatch the front of the see through robe against herself, thighs squeezing together as her eyes close and her arms fold over here chest. There's no denying the blush on her cheeks now, and she's grateful for the length of her hand that spills down her neck and shoulders. )
I— ( She's too flustered to think of what to say, but she finally manages. ) T-these aren't my clothes.
[ ...this truly is far more awkward for her than it is for him, isn't it. Archer is silent as her reaction unfolds in front of him, and it is very obvious this young lady had nothing to do with their present predicament. And that she seem to feel far more compromised than he does.
Archer pulls back from her as well, making sure to give her space. His robe at least covers him better (and he tries to re-arrange it at least somewhere), but hers...something will have to be done about that.
He puffs out a quiet breath. ]
Nor are they mine. And I would apologize as well, but I think neither of us have chosen to be here.
[ And certainly not in such a state of...undress. A long, red jacket materializes out of thin air, and he offers it to her. ]
( A small, flustered sound leaves her as she looks around the space in front of her, searching for anything that might cover more than this silly excuse for a robe. This isn't anything like what she'd normally wear, and that only serves to frustrate her further on top of how revealing it is. But at least, the stranger with her isn't making this situation worse than it already is. There's a quick glance over her shoulder as she hears him move, seeing the way he rearranges his own robe, before her head turns quickly forward again. )
It's okay. ( She reassures with a small shake of her head. ) It isn't your fault, right? There's nothing to apologize for.
( And she means that, even if she can't stand the thought of turning towards him just yet. Maybe if she arranges her hair a better way, it'll cover more... She's starting to do just that when he speaks again, and she does look over at him this time. The offered jacket earns a soft, relieved sigh, comforted by the thought that this guy isn't trying to leave her like this. But as she holds her arm over her chest as she twists to stretch her hand out for the jacket, she pauses when he fingers brush the material. )
[ Once the jacket is in her hands, black armor encases his body in a brief wisp of silver. The useless robe is removed now that he’s properly covered, and he takes a more stringent inventory of their surroundings. The snacks and drinks don’t interest him at all, but getting out of here does.
There also seems to be a bit of a commotion going on outside of the door. Time to investigate?
He looks back to her. ]
I think we need to find something better for you to wear. I could try for something else, but…I don’t have your measurements.
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It's part of the reason why the experience of waking up is jarring in itself. Especially to the sound of music, and...a warm...body?
Archer opens his eyes, and the shock is immediate. Not only because of the setting, but also there is...most definitely a sleeping young woman curled up against him. Her robe leaves almost nothing to the imagination, and his...well, it's a tawdry, fur-lined thing that has mostly pulled away from his chest.
What is one to do in a situation like this? Well...honestly he has no idea. He hesitates to move - or really do anything at all. He doesn't want to move her himself so...after a long, painfully debate, he gently touches her shoulder to wake her. ]
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When her lashes finally flutter open, it takes a few seconds for the fuzzy colors of the world to smooth out and her mind to register that what she happens to be pressed against is another person. And once the world finally clears enough that she recognizes her hand is on someone's... chest, everything else happens quickly. )
Ah—! ( She gasps quickly, jerking back quickly with a startled little squeak. ) Please excuse me! ( The worlds are a quick but sincere apology, and even if it takes a couple seconds to align her limbs properly, she manages to get her legs under her as she bows deeply where she is on her knees. There's already a blossom of warmth on her cheeks from the surprise of it all coupled with the closeness of what had been such close contact with a stranger. ) I'm very sorry!
( But it's only as she bows that she recognizes two very important things: she's naked and he seems to be as well. Her lips part in a surprised gasp, body straightening enough that she can hastily turn to one side and snatch the front of the see through robe against herself, thighs squeezing together as her eyes close and her arms fold over here chest. There's no denying the blush on her cheeks now, and she's grateful for the length of her hand that spills down her neck and shoulders. )
I— ( She's too flustered to think of what to say, but she finally manages. ) T-these aren't my clothes.
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Archer pulls back from her as well, making sure to give her space. His robe at least covers him better (and he tries to re-arrange it at least somewhere), but hers...something will have to be done about that.
He puffs out a quiet breath. ]
Nor are they mine. And I would apologize as well, but I think neither of us have chosen to be here.
[ And certainly not in such a state of...undress. A long, red jacket materializes out of thin air, and he offers it to her. ]
This should help until we find something else.
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It's okay. ( She reassures with a small shake of her head. ) It isn't your fault, right? There's nothing to apologize for.
( And she means that, even if she can't stand the thought of turning towards him just yet. Maybe if she arranges her hair a better way, it'll cover more... She's starting to do just that when he speaks again, and she does look over at him this time. The offered jacket earns a soft, relieved sigh, comforted by the thought that this guy isn't trying to leave her like this. But as she holds her arm over her chest as she twists to stretch her hand out for the jacket, she pauses when he fingers brush the material. )
Are you sure? You need it, too.
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[ Once the jacket is in her hands, black armor encases his body in a brief wisp of silver. The useless robe is removed now that he’s properly covered, and he takes a more stringent inventory of their surroundings. The snacks and drinks don’t interest him at all, but getting out of here does.
There also seems to be a bit of a commotion going on outside of the door. Time to investigate?
He looks back to her. ]
I think we need to find something better for you to wear. I could try for something else, but…I don’t have your measurements.