【 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.
[ getting an ace of diamonds makes the tattoo at the base of his spine tingle unpleasantly—maybe a reminiscence of the last time the house has tampered with his mark. there's no influence at least, just instructions, but he's wary after the house has been dozing away the month prior, like it's just been waiting to spring something on them.
apparently that something is new comers. so it doesn't surprise him when he steps inside and sees someone he doesn't know—approaching curiously. ]
... Do I get to know you back?
[ the low undercurrent of his essence flickers a little bit—the nature of this place always makes it twitch like a living thing under his skin, sweet and buzzing. ]
If you wish. That is the order of becoming one; knowing each other. Thoughts, and feelings, and desires, and fears.
What we inflict on our design which keeps us from the precipice of perfection.
[The strange hand stays up, but curves around, palm up. The purple lines thrum, a ripple of glow rolls down through the colored flesh. He does not smile exactly; it's an enigmatic partial upturn of his lips.]
It doesn't hurt. [Just for the record.] Have you participated in something like this before...?
[ "the order of becoming one" needs a moment to sink in as he looks at his hand for a beat longer before he reaches just a bit as though to touch his fingertips. eiden is too easy a read, more curious than concerned, used to the way this place ebbs and flows with guests of all kinds.
[Without hesitation, Viktor bridges the gap between their fingers without a second thought, brushing the tips of his along the underside of Eiden's. Curious and forward.
The eerie fingers are somewhat chilly to the touch; the flesh feels a bit bizarre with the rivulets in the skin. Even stranger, something primordial zips hungrily up through Eiden's hand. There's no pain; the sensation is without ethics and feels neither evil nor good.
It pulls with strong interest at Eiden's pit, if only for a second, and then it's gone. It feels like the most base, archaic form of magic. It leaves behind its footprints on Eiden's skin: ovals of cool, pearlescent stains on Eiden's fingers where Viktor had touched. They linger, but slowly begin to fade.]
I have not, but... I have been privy to many such thoughts and desires from those in the commune before.
Experienced is a word... it's not my first time getting sent to some other world. Not something I'm keen on getting used to...
[ his voice trails off ever so slightly as he feels it, a probe without morals, purely discovery, seeking, finding its way down to some core inside of him which sparks off, a lustrous thing made of light - it breathes like fire and grows like fruit from the earth, surges like the sea - and as fast as it's gone, the sensation ends, curling back as fast as it had unfurled. ]
The commune - is that somewhere you lived before ending up here...?
3 / HELLO?!? DA VIKKY?!?
apparently that something is new comers. so it doesn't surprise him when he steps inside and sees someone he doesn't know—approaching curiously. ]
... Do I get to know you back?
[ the low undercurrent of his essence flickers a little bit—the nature of this place always makes it twitch like a living thing under his skin, sweet and buzzing. ]
DA VIKKY!!
What we inflict on our design which keeps us from the precipice of perfection.
[The strange hand stays up, but curves around, palm up. The purple lines thrum, a ripple of glow rolls down through the colored flesh. He does not smile exactly; it's an enigmatic partial upturn of his lips.]
It doesn't hurt. [Just for the record.] Have you participated in something like this before...?
no subject
Then I'll trust you on that.
[ "the order of becoming one" needs a moment to sink in as he looks at his hand for a beat longer before he reaches just a bit as though to touch his fingertips. eiden is too easy a read, more curious than concerned, used to the way this place ebbs and flows with guests of all kinds.
a hum as he tips his head, studies the other. ]
The House's weird games like this? Plenty...
no subject
[Without hesitation, Viktor bridges the gap between their fingers without a second thought, brushing the tips of his along the underside of Eiden's. Curious and forward.
The eerie fingers are somewhat chilly to the touch; the flesh feels a bit bizarre with the rivulets in the skin. Even stranger, something primordial zips hungrily up through Eiden's hand. There's no pain; the sensation is without ethics and feels neither evil nor good.
It pulls with strong interest at Eiden's pit, if only for a second, and then it's gone. It feels like the most base, archaic form of magic. It leaves behind its footprints on Eiden's skin: ovals of cool, pearlescent stains on Eiden's fingers where Viktor had touched. They linger, but slowly begin to fade.]
I have not, but... I have been privy to many such thoughts and desires from those in the commune before.
no subject
[ his voice trails off ever so slightly as he feels it, a probe without morals, purely discovery, seeking, finding its way down to some core inside of him which sparks off, a lustrous thing made of light - it breathes like fire and grows like fruit from the earth, surges like the sea - and as fast as it's gone, the sensation ends, curling back as fast as it had unfurled. ]
The commune - is that somewhere you lived before ending up here...?