【 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.
[ technically, he did know that. He just forgot that. He feels relieved that he also cannot remember all of the events last night, but.. he's shirtless and he's in boxer briefs. The familiar ache of either sex or partying (or both) is also there, but he has a rather carefree spirit about it all. Maybe they fucked. Maybe they didn't. He's okay with being in this weird place; it's really helping him relive a life that he was missing. One of his hand paws around until he finds one of Esikko's, pulling it to his lips and kissing the top of it. Good morning. ]
Haha, I'm gonna have to get used to people not knowing me! I'm Beowulf, undefeated pro-wrestling champion!! AROO!
[ don't howl in this guy's ear.. anyway.. He's gotta build that fame and adoration back up here, it seems like. Shamelessly, though, he buries his face into the other man's neck and gives him a good inhale. ]
Damn! You smell really good, you know that? What perfume is that? Chanel?
Ugh— keep your voice down, I have a terrible headache.
( What is a...wrestler, anyway? Someone who wrestles people? Why? The more Esikko thinks on it, the more he doesn't understand. If anyone should be frustrated about not being recognized, it's him, after all. But he's not so delusional.
At the very least, that compliment is enough flattery to keep Esikko from going on a bitchfest, and so he takes in a slow breath, instead. Hmm. He can't just talk about how that's how his blood smells, right? It's weird. )
I naturally smell rather floral, if that's what you mean. ( True enough, even when he doesn't have a bandaged wound. The sniff still tickled a little, though, and so he tilts his head a bit in the reaction of it, squirming in his arms to try and turn himself a little more. Let him see your big pretty face, you buff man. His imagination is going wild trying to think of what they got up to.
Literally every thought is of him railing Beowulf, for the record. )
You seem in high spirits... Does your head not hurt? Do those muscles of yours keep you from getting a hangover?
[ That’s totally plausible— he has no issues getting railed if that is what makes his partner most happy.
He allows Esikko to squirm and turn around better in his arms, still looking bright eyed and bushy tailed despite the fact that, yeah, he feels like he got hit by a bus. ]
Oh yeah, I feel like shit, not gonna lie. But that has never stopped me from having my spirits high. Even if things hurt, you gotta keep up a front, you know? I don’t get paid to complain, I get paid to be in the spotlight!
[ so yeah, wrestling is a bit of acting, a bit of sport. ]
I’m just happy to be at a place like this!
[ it’s been killing him, sitting at his messy home and downing packs of beer.. he’s already lived this lifestyle before and he’s missed it! ]
( That... is the most shocking admission he's ever been given, he thinks, and after a surprised little silence for a good few seconds, Esikko can't help but laugh. It's short, bright, and matched with him placing a hand at Beowulf's and glancing between them, as if to see. )
Seriously?
( From a reaction like that, it seems like space is not needed... But he does give another puff of breath in his laugh, free hand moving to wrap around him from the shoulders, pressing himself closer. Okay, he feels like he could hurl at any moment, his head hurts so bad, and his back stings and he probably needs to change his bandages but— but he likes attention, and it just seems like a good chance to get more. )
What, you want to do something about it? Shall I help you with it?
[ Look, there's no need to try and hide it, especially in a place like this when they probably did a lot of naughty things last night anyway. He allows Esikko to look, but the additional warmth of being held close makes him smile, reciprocating the embrace by holding onto him. His face goes right into the neck once more, and.. sorry, yeah, he's taking in another whiff. ]
You just smell too freaking good! That's probably why. I really like it.
[ He gives Esikko a little squeeze, not really aware that maybe he's in pain or not feeling too well. ]
That's up to you. I think we could get into some fun this morning if you wanted, but first..
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[ technically, he did know that. He just forgot that. He feels relieved that he also cannot remember all of the events last night, but.. he's shirtless and he's in boxer briefs. The familiar ache of either sex or partying (or both) is also there, but he has a rather carefree spirit about it all. Maybe they fucked. Maybe they didn't. He's okay with being in this weird place; it's really helping him relive a life that he was missing. One of his hand paws around until he finds one of Esikko's, pulling it to his lips and kissing the top of it. Good morning. ]
Haha, I'm gonna have to get used to people not knowing me! I'm Beowulf, undefeated pro-wrestling champion!! AROO!
[ don't howl in this guy's ear.. anyway..
He's gotta build that fame and adoration back up here, it seems like. Shamelessly, though, he buries his face into the other man's neck and gives him a good inhale. ]
Damn! You smell really good, you know that? What perfume is that? Chanel?
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( What is a...wrestler, anyway? Someone who wrestles people? Why? The more Esikko thinks on it, the more he doesn't understand. If anyone should be frustrated about not being recognized, it's him, after all. But he's not so delusional.
At the very least, that compliment is enough flattery to keep Esikko from going on a bitchfest, and so he takes in a slow breath, instead. Hmm. He can't just talk about how that's how his blood smells, right? It's weird. )
I naturally smell rather floral, if that's what you mean. ( True enough, even when he doesn't have a bandaged wound. The sniff still tickled a little, though, and so he tilts his head a bit in the reaction of it, squirming in his arms to try and turn himself a little more. Let him see your big pretty face, you buff man. His imagination is going wild trying to think of what they got up to.
Literally every thought is of him railing Beowulf, for the record. )
You seem in high spirits... Does your head not hurt? Do those muscles of yours keep you from getting a hangover?
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He allows Esikko to squirm and turn around better in his arms, still looking bright eyed and bushy tailed despite the fact that, yeah, he feels like he got hit by a bus. ]
Oh yeah, I feel like shit, not gonna lie. But that has never stopped me from having my spirits high. Even if things hurt, you gotta keep up a front, you know? I don’t get paid to complain, I get paid to be in the spotlight!
[ so yeah, wrestling is a bit of acting, a bit of sport. ]
I’m just happy to be at a place like this!
[ it’s been killing him, sitting at his messy home and downing packs of beer.. he’s already lived this lifestyle before and he’s missed it! ]
Also..
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I’m kinda hard this morning. Sorry ‘bout that. If you need space, I’ll back off, promise.
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Seriously?
( From a reaction like that, it seems like space is not needed... But he does give another puff of breath in his laugh, free hand moving to wrap around him from the shoulders, pressing himself closer. Okay, he feels like he could hurl at any moment, his head hurts so bad, and his back stings and he probably needs to change his bandages but— but he likes attention, and it just seems like a good chance to get more. )
What, you want to do something about it? Shall I help you with it?
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You just smell too freaking good! That's probably why. I really like it.
[ He gives Esikko a little squeeze, not really aware that maybe he's in pain or not feeling too well. ]
That's up to you. I think we could get into some fun this morning if you wanted, but first..
[ He pulls away to look at him again. ]
You're probably thirsty, right?