【 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.
[ he was going to narrow his eyes at murr; once again, the man before him knows which buttons to press if he wishes to rile him up this early in the morning (ignore the fact that it's like. one in the afternoon).
but before he can snap at murr, he's knocked back on the bed, the kiss all too fleeting for shylock's liking. he still holds on to the cigar, but from here it'd be easy to knock it out of his hands or even let him drop it to the floor and potentially set this glamourous room on fire instead of his own heart.
he has so many things to say, but instead, he's going to raise a hand up to pet murr's not-so-silly little head. ]
Then do it. [ do what? it's up to murr if he wishes to continue riling shylock up. he knows that shylock wouldn't mind too much, after all. ]
[ how could a cat not be attracted to that cool, calm, passively seductive behavior of shylock's? to wish for pets, pats, belly scratches, and any treat that might be in between those slender fingers of his? the same cat would be silly to not take advantage of someone on their back--- doesn't matter if was the same as the hand that fed him, too. ]
Think I need your permission?
[ murr knows what he wants. affection to dull the longing that makes his heart weak. if he can get shylock to break, even a little? then he's won. something that amuses him. distracts him.
he leans back in, taking that hand, pushing it aside so that he can keep it in his own while he goes for another kiss. this one isn't meant to shock him, surprise him, cause the entire room to go ablaze. no--- now it's for a taste. ]
[ the kiss is playful, almost innocent -- and shylock is reminded that this murr is no different from the one he used to know. both of them do like to play their silly mind games on him. and it's irritating that shylock continues to puzzle them out regardless of what he does.
he doubts that anyone in the house can be as fucked-up as the cat on top of him, so why even try? so he opens up to murr, letting him lick away at the acrid taste of tobacco in his mouth -- a different flavor from the floral-scented pipe he used to have on him, now no longer in his possession.
they kiss languidly for a while; it's the afternoon, and the world outside their room goes on without them. there's no rush when they virtually don't need to work in this pinnacle of utter hedonism. then shylock pulls away, sits up for a moment, and takes a look at his cigar. ]
Mm. It's all but burned up. [ he huffs. ] How are you going to make it up to me, you horrible cat?
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but before he can snap at murr, he's knocked back on the bed, the kiss all too fleeting for shylock's liking. he still holds on to the cigar, but from here it'd be easy to knock it out of his hands or even let him drop it to the floor and potentially set this glamourous room on fire instead of his own heart.
he has so many things to say, but instead, he's going to raise a hand up to pet murr's not-so-silly little head. ]
Then do it. [ do what? it's up to murr if he wishes to continue riling shylock up. he knows that shylock wouldn't mind too much, after all. ]
no subject
Think I need your permission?
[ murr knows what he wants. affection to dull the longing that makes his heart weak. if he can get shylock to break, even a little? then he's won. something that amuses him. distracts him.
he leans back in, taking that hand, pushing it aside so that he can keep it in his own while he goes for another kiss. this one isn't meant to shock him, surprise him, cause the entire room to go ablaze. no--- now it's for a taste. ]
no subject
he doubts that anyone in the house can be as fucked-up as the cat on top of him, so why even try? so he opens up to murr, letting him lick away at the acrid taste of tobacco in his mouth -- a different flavor from the floral-scented pipe he used to have on him, now no longer in his possession.
they kiss languidly for a while; it's the afternoon, and the world outside their room goes on without them. there's no rush when they virtually don't need to work in this pinnacle of utter hedonism. then shylock pulls away, sits up for a moment, and takes a look at his cigar. ]
Mm. It's all but burned up. [ he huffs. ] How are you going to make it up to me, you horrible cat?