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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.
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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.
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Food's food. [ His shoulder rolls, half a shrug. ] I could probably do better here, but... I could probably do a lot worse too.
[ He is a little apprehensive about whose tab this is all on — no such thing as a free meal, in his experience. Not that he hasn't gotten the memo about the collateral they're all putting up, but he's attempting to sort that bit out at a much more amiable pace. With prizes like these though, he's wondering how long that'll last.. ]
But seeing as how I wasn't the lucky winner of the mystery cucumber, [ He punctuates with a sad spin of the g-string on his index finger. ] I suppose it doesn't matter all that much.
[ Now, her fate... he cants his head, brow arching from behind his very cool shutter shades. ]
Magic, huh? If not, uh... "magic", what's the aim?
[ Too bad he's still wearing his slick as hell shutter shades indoors like a dork. -100 cool points from the cool score, my man! Being the paragon of socializing that she is, Mayou responds to his question with a totally baffled look like he's asking her to explain why the sky is blue and grass is green. ]
Wands are wands. Point and shoot. [ #restofthefuckingowl. ] You don't have magic where you're from?
[ The wheel spins slower while ticking through numbers – 26, 27, 28, 29 – monotonous background noise that she tunes out to demonstrate her point instead. With two fingers of her right hand extended, a tongue of flame bursts to life over her fingertips, cheerfully flickering without candle or wick but otherwise seemingly mundane. ]
It's like an amplifier, I guess? Whatever spell you feed into it gets magnified and focused with the right tuning. [ Mayou rolls the flame along the backs of her fingers, letting it go out with a puff of smoke once it's made a full circuit. ] So instead of getting a headache trying to do all the work yourself, a wand does the heavy lifting and you get bigger, better results. Make sense?
[ Meanwhile, the wheel spins even slower. 7... 8... 9... ]
[ He will never beat the dork allegations, but it seems he's long resigned to that. Social anxiety makes people do incredible things.
Though his gaze does linger long on the flame as it curls about her fingers, attention rapt. ]
Oh, yeah. Makes sense to me. I guess what we've got is more... [ forgive me i have no idea how explain this stupid ass gacha game mechanic but god am i trying (what is an attribute, hoyo. what is it.) ] like an affinity, I guess. Mostly for combat. You can route it through weapons, so it doesn't sound all that dissimilar. Never thought about seeing if I couldn't get my weapon back though... something tells me our hosts wouldn't take kindly to anything capable of bringing this place to the ground.
[ Eventually, he does turn his attention back to the slowing wheel. ]
But let's see if you've got better luck than I did.
Maybe. They do have a literal gun as a possible prize though, so who knows what hot mess their weapon policy is probably like?
[ Still a solid probability she's not about to walk out of here with a proper magic wand though. Rats. Finally, after a billion years of spinning aimlessly, the wheel wheezes through the last handful of numbers and finally lands on a final destination with a tired lurch. 11............ 12.............. 13. Lucky number thirteen. Woo, go team.
"Congratulations on your faaaaaaaaaaaabulous prize!" sings a staff member, accompanied with the same confetti cannon to the face experience that Lighter got (and she forgot about, like a fool), leaving Mayou with a totally mundane spoon in hand, a bunch of cheap confetti stuck in her hair, and no real idea what she's expected to do with this outcome. ]
No, no. I think they're pretty serious about this. [ He reaches up to pluck a piece of confetti from her hair. ] Congrats, for what it's worth.
[ Not as cursed as his item, though definitely more boring. Lighter listens for the cheery little signal the watches give on the start of the countdown to use the item, but hears nothing. Weird. Lifting his wrist and looking at the first hour of his time limit ticking by, he stuffs the negligible underwear in his pants pocket and gestures. ]
I think I've had about as much luck as I can stomach right now. Wanna get out of here?
Unbelievable. Yeah, I'm not keen on sticking around either.
[ Freebie's a freebie, no matter how boring. Her prize gets stuck in the sash cinched around her middle like an old-timey swashbuckler cutlass. Peak fashion! Between stuffing a suspect spoon in her bra or her makeshift belt, she'll go with the belt - her dress has zilch for functional pockets sewn in. Noting the confetti that Lighter helpfully pulls from her head, Mayou gives herself a shake while running her fingers through her pale locks, jostling bits and pieces of glittery gold foil loose... that promptly stick to her skin and dress instead.
s u f f e r i n g. ] Ugh.
Still feeling like checking out the buffet? [ Mayou asks, indicating the exit leading back to the main lobby with a jerk of her chin. ] Pick up some finger food, walk around, see what else there is to do?
[ Hell yeah it's fashion time. He has zero room to comment on spoon placement, so he smartly doesn't. ]
That's the best game plan I can think of. There was a dessert table that looked pretty promising. Who knows, you might even get some use out of your prize that way.
[ This is not a self-serving suggestion. He does not have an egregious sweet-tooth. Gesturing towards the grand exit, he steps off the platform in his own festive confetti trail, leaving the attendant to beckon some other new soul into the maw of the technicolor beast. Spin on, you crazy diamonds This 5★ husband is out. ]
With how that went, I'm wondering if the dancefloor is rigged too. Mind if we take the long way around?
This spoon is going nowhere near food or my mouth, thanks.
[ Not without some serious sanitizing!!! Ahem. Anyway. Mayou ignores the glittery flakes of cheap plastic glued to her body like they're magnetized, seemingly happy to roll with 'ignore it until it goes away' problem solving like a responsible adult. It's unlikely to actually do anything, but hope springs eternal.
In the meantime, Mayou strolls along at Lighter's side like they've been old pals for more than just ten whole minutes, giving the aforementioned dancefloor a thoughtful look. ]
Rigged, huh.... how would that work? Step on your partner's toes and get punished with something? [ Hey, he can drive this Best Buddies Bus on a detour straight into a ditch if he likes - she's just along for the ride and the shared prize ptsd. ] Long way's fine. Take a right past the bathrooms.
Either that or getting struck with the curse to boogie all of a sudden. No guarantees it'd make you a good dancer, though... what if you've got two left feet? That'd be terrible.
[ With a sorrowful shake of his head at the thought of being that embarrassing without any say in it, Lighter follows course, skirting the technicolor heat of the dancefloor. Past the restrooms, the main soiree hall lets out into the lobby, which is an overall... less raucous affair.
Not for nothing, he's a good driver. ]
Now, whether or not you want to trust the food itself is another question, but food's less of an optional thing.
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[ He is a little apprehensive about whose tab this is all on — no such thing as a free meal, in his experience. Not that he hasn't gotten the memo about the collateral they're all putting up, but he's attempting to sort that bit out at a much more amiable pace. With prizes like these though, he's wondering how long that'll last.. ]
But seeing as how I wasn't the lucky winner of the mystery cucumber, [ He punctuates with a sad spin of the g-string on his index finger. ] I suppose it doesn't matter all that much.
[ Now, her fate... he cants his head, brow arching from behind his very cool shutter shades. ]
Magic, huh? If not, uh... "magic", what's the aim?
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Being the paragon of socializing that she is, Mayou responds to his question with a totally baffled look like he's asking her to explain why the sky is blue and grass is green. ]
Wands are wands. Point and shoot. [ #restofthefuckingowl. ] You don't have magic where you're from?
[ The wheel spins slower while ticking through numbers – 26, 27, 28, 29 – monotonous background noise that she tunes out to demonstrate her point instead. With two fingers of her right hand extended, a tongue of flame bursts to life over her fingertips, cheerfully flickering without candle or wick but otherwise seemingly mundane. ]
It's like an amplifier, I guess? Whatever spell you feed into it gets magnified and focused with the right tuning. [ Mayou rolls the flame along the backs of her fingers, letting it go out with a puff of smoke once it's made a full circuit. ] So instead of getting a headache trying to do all the work yourself, a wand does the heavy lifting and you get bigger, better results. Make sense?
[ Meanwhile, the wheel spins even slower.
7... 8... 9... ]
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Though his gaze does linger long on the flame as it curls about her fingers, attention rapt. ]
Oh, yeah. Makes sense to me. I guess what we've got is more... [ forgive me i have no idea how explain this stupid ass gacha game mechanic but god am i trying (what is an attribute, hoyo. what is it.) ] like an affinity, I guess. Mostly for combat. You can route it through weapons, so it doesn't sound all that dissimilar. Never thought about seeing if I couldn't get my weapon back though... something tells me our hosts wouldn't take kindly to anything capable of bringing this place to the ground.
[ Eventually, he does turn his attention back to the slowing wheel. ]
But let's see if you've got better luck than I did.
[ ...not difficult... ]
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[ Still a solid probability she's not about to walk out of here with a proper magic wand though. Rats.
Finally, after a billion years of spinning aimlessly, the wheel wheezes through the last handful of numbers and finally lands on a final destination with a tired lurch.
11............ 12.............. 13.
Lucky number thirteen. Woo, go team.
"Congratulations on your faaaaaaaaaaaabulous prize!" sings a staff member, accompanied with the same confetti cannon to the face experience that Lighter got (and she forgot about, like a fool), leaving Mayou with a totally mundane spoon in hand, a bunch of cheap confetti stuck in her hair, and no real idea what she's expected to do with this outcome. ]
...are we being pranked right now?
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No, no. I think they're pretty serious about this. [ He reaches up to pluck a piece of confetti from her hair. ] Congrats, for what it's worth.
[ Not as cursed as his item, though definitely more boring. Lighter listens for the cheery little signal the watches give on the start of the countdown to use the item, but hears nothing. Weird. Lifting his wrist and looking at the first hour of his time limit ticking by, he stuffs the negligible underwear in his pants pocket and gestures. ]
I think I've had about as much luck as I can stomach right now. Wanna get out of here?
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[ Freebie's a freebie, no matter how boring. Her prize gets stuck in the sash cinched around her middle like an old-timey swashbuckler cutlass. Peak fashion! Between stuffing a suspect spoon in her bra or her makeshift belt, she'll go with the belt - her dress has zilch for functional pockets sewn in.
Noting the confetti that Lighter helpfully pulls from her head, Mayou gives herself a shake while running her fingers through her pale locks, jostling bits and pieces of glittery gold foil loose... that promptly stick to her skin and dress instead.
s u f f e r i n g. ] Ugh.
Still feeling like checking out the buffet? [ Mayou asks, indicating the exit leading back to the main lobby with a jerk of her chin. ] Pick up some finger food, walk around, see what else there is to do?
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That's the best game plan I can think of. There was a dessert table that looked pretty promising. Who knows, you might even get some use out of your prize that way.
[ This is not a self-serving suggestion. He does not have an egregious sweet-tooth. Gesturing towards the grand exit, he steps off the platform in his own festive confetti trail, leaving the attendant to beckon some other new soul into the maw of the technicolor beast. Spin on, you crazy diamonds This 5★ husband is out. ]
With how that went, I'm wondering if the dancefloor is rigged too. Mind if we take the long way around?
[ Let's call it Route Wallflower. ]
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This spoon is going nowhere near food or my mouth, thanks.
[ Not without some serious sanitizing!!!
Ahem. Anyway.
Mayou ignores the glittery flakes of cheap plastic glued to her body like they're magnetized, seemingly happy to roll with 'ignore it until it goes away' problem solving like a responsible adult. It's unlikely to actually do anything, but hope springs eternal.
In the meantime, Mayou strolls along at Lighter's side like they've been old pals for more than just ten whole minutes, giving the aforementioned dancefloor a thoughtful look. ]
Rigged, huh.... how would that work? Step on your partner's toes and get punished with something? [ Hey, he can drive this Best Buddies Bus on a detour straight into a ditch if he likes - she's just along for the ride and the shared prize ptsd. ] Long way's fine. Take a right past the bathrooms.
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[ With a sorrowful shake of his head at the thought of being that embarrassing without any say in it, Lighter follows course, skirting the technicolor heat of the dancefloor. Past the restrooms, the main soiree hall lets out into the lobby, which is an overall... less raucous affair.
Not for nothing, he's a good driver. ]
Now, whether or not you want to trust the food itself is another question, but food's less of an optional thing.
[ A pause as he holds open the door. ]
Depending on who you ask.