【 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.
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▶ 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.
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[His brows furrow in a mimicry of Nehan's frown. He's not greedy.......
But his expression softens slightly at the answer.] I see. [He has some thoughts, and yet it isn't the time to really go into a debate, is it? Or maybe that is what this game wants in the grand scheme of things.]
I would be dead.
[The simplest answer, and the truthful one. In any timeline not altered by coincidence - by what he finds out later is not even coincidence, he would have perished. And maybe it would have been better that way.
He raises a hand to begin to ease one of the cards from its place.]
[ Is it all designed for debate, or for someone to give up easy? Who knows what the intent is. Maybe it doesn't matter. Maybe all that matters is that everything they say is measured, gauged for truth or lie, and Nehan observes placidly as neither of their watches go off. ]
So this dream of yours saved your life.
[ He leans in a little, watching as the card starts to slide. ]
How romantic. [ He is clearly not sincere, though his voice halts short of unkind. ] You must've been satisfied.
[the way you just let me go twice stupidly pretzels you
His brows furrow gently, the strange, geometric design covering the skin around them wrinkle every so slightly. He continues with the card, though, not shifting his eyes away from the task.]
Our dream. To help others.
[A small correction, not given irritably. It's funny Nehan should say romantic. Anyway.] I was dying. [The card slips out without toppling the rest, but he holds it between his fingers.]
I walked with a cane for almost all of my life. The leg never kept me from believing in myself. Neither did being from the Undercity. But... [He rubs the card with one of the strange thumbs. He does not mind explaining really. It is inconsequential now, he thinks.] I was probably already ill; the symptoms didn't surface until I became older. It was likely from pollution I experienced as a child.
My body felt like a prison.
[He glances up from the card.]
"What is something you wished more people cared about?"
Nehan has his own reasons for oversharing, though it's almost always to unnerve and unsettle, to deter people rather than bridge the gap. That doesn't feel like Viktor's aim here—and perhaps there's no motive at all. But he guesses that there is, considering his crutch hanging idly beneath the table.
For their similarities, he gives nothing away. Viktor's mindset is too different from his. Broader, and more altruistic. He takes the card, places it in the pile with the rest. ]
People who slip between the cracks.
[ He studies the structure again. ]
You look sturdier now.
[ Maybe not better—the mottled texture of his skin is not exactly healthy—but whole, at least. ]
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But his expression softens slightly at the answer.] I see. [He has some thoughts, and yet it isn't the time to really go into a debate, is it? Or maybe that is what this game wants in the grand scheme of things.]
I would be dead.
[The simplest answer, and the truthful one. In any timeline not altered by coincidence - by what he finds out later is not even coincidence, he would have perished. And maybe it would have been better that way.
He raises a hand to begin to ease one of the cards from its place.]
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So this dream of yours saved your life.
[ He leans in a little, watching as the card starts to slide. ]
How romantic. [ He is clearly not sincere, though his voice halts short of unkind. ] You must've been satisfied.
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His brows furrow gently, the strange, geometric design covering the skin around them wrinkle every so slightly. He continues with the card, though, not shifting his eyes away from the task.]
Our dream. To help others.
[A small correction, not given irritably. It's funny Nehan should say romantic. Anyway.] I was dying. [The card slips out without toppling the rest, but he holds it between his fingers.]
I walked with a cane for almost all of my life. The leg never kept me from believing in myself. Neither did being from the Undercity. But... [He rubs the card with one of the strange thumbs. He does not mind explaining really. It is inconsequential now, he thinks.] I was probably already ill; the symptoms didn't surface until I became older. It was likely from pollution I experienced as a child.
My body felt like a prison.
[He glances up from the card.]
"What is something you wished more people cared about?"
no subject
Nehan has his own reasons for oversharing, though it's almost always to unnerve and unsettle, to deter people rather than bridge the gap. That doesn't feel like Viktor's aim here—and perhaps there's no motive at all. But he guesses that there is, considering his crutch hanging idly beneath the table.
For their similarities, he gives nothing away. Viktor's mindset is too different from his. Broader, and more altruistic. He takes the card, places it in the pile with the rest. ]
People who slip between the cracks.
[ He studies the structure again. ]
You look sturdier now.
[ Maybe not better—the mottled texture of his skin is not exactly healthy—but whole, at least. ]