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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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▶ 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!
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[ The classic dark mage garb is fairly revealing, but Tharja's neck has always been carefully covered. Guarded. The dress she has been shoved into for this event arguable covers more, but in contrast, her neck is so very exposed. She steels herself for the touch. The tickle of that claw, and the burn of her heat. ]
I've dabbled. [ She masks her exhale with a quip. ] The dice games I've played are definitely more... elementary. [ Roll some dice, move so many spaces, and so on. Senet.
Tharja takes the dice for herself and rolls again. ... 4 and 9.
(dabbled? good to know. then again, her own she did play was rarely with the children at the house of the hearth. from time to time she was wind up involved (it isn't that often) in playing some manner of games with them. mainly cards, but dice games were something she hadn't touched upon that often. tharja seems to handle that heat well, is something the knave thinks to herself. the burn of it is like a fiery caress of the skin from those twisted hands. slow, deliberate in how she made sure it lingers.
flirting through it, seems like. they're supposed to make it "sexy" as the game master and others would have said. which means a little flirting won't quite hurt. or maybe a lot of flirting once she withdraws her hand. oh, she's definitely noticed she hid that exhale. her smile is small, despite herself. the bottomless depth of her eyes are all on tharja, the intensity of them strong and threatening to engulf those unfortunate to be on the wrong side of the knave.
and then....oh. suck nipple? a brow raises. normally she wouldn't have expected more forward options, but she muses that they might as well get this over with. her tie is tugged open and she unbuttons the vest and dress shirt underneath deftly. revealing that pale skin and what looks to be other markings running down the center of her chest, beneath her breasts along her ribs. how many marks did this woman have? that's the bigger mystery from this bloodline given curse.)
It's similar for me, except any games I played were with children. Nothing adult about them, just card games, and rarely they would ask to play with normal dice.
(she doesn't seem fazed for someone who had to undo her bra in a semi-public space for another woman. she could be masking it, could not be. shame must not be something she's used to having in a sense.)
[ GOD? IS THAT YOU? GOD?? She is way too not straight for this?? ]
Children? You don't seem the type to play with children. [ Tharja takes another sweeping breath, eyes following the markings down the other woman's chest. Following them past the swell of her breasts to where they disappear behind the waist of her suit pants, and then back up to those buds that Tharja's supposed to suck.
She's never been a physical person. Never. Not even in her wildest fantasies of Robin taking her as a bride would Tharja dare to imagine more than a kiss. But she also hates to lose. And when there's a certain tension between them, besides the pressure of Arlecchino's very existence, it calls for Tharja to meet the challenge. ]
Not that I would know. [ Mystery that she is. ] Now, excuse me.
[ The casino is so very loud, and yet Tharja can still make out the sound of the seat beneath them dipping beneath her hand as she moves herself forward. She braces one hand against the cushion for balance, and cups the other woman's breast with her other. Another ghost of a touch lest she get scorched by that heat.
And with a final look up, Tharja meeting her gaze as bottomless as it is, she catches her nipple between her lips and sucks. ]
(god's too busy letting the devil (aka her) be sexy.)
You'd be surprised.
(a tease, the environment of the resort might suit her too much. she'll still worry about her youthful charges, but that is a given. she does, despite the things she raises them for, care plenty about those children she looks after as their "father". the impromptu show aside from arlecchino's flirting mixed into her partial undressing, she can admit that the moods changing. it's getting hot and heavy now. the tension is pushing there, even as she half wonders if the game master would mind it being cut short for a break. were it to reach a certain point, that is. arlecchino doubts they'd care.
however, she's also wise enough to consider she doesn't like exposing those markings of hers around a whole crowd that can look at her whenever. they already were curious about her hands a little too much for it to be considered normal; whenever tharja comes closer, arlecchino keeps herself upright for her. maybe allowing her to come closer as needed (she's considerate enough to leave her lap open for that) since they're already sitting together.
what a mystery she is, indeed.
anyway, those bottomless eyes and the red crosses in them that almost to be glowing again are watching closely. with interest. plenty of interest, especially once her lips catch one of her nipples. it was already hardened from the cool air meeting her broiling heat, but the flame of it is something that is licking at tharja this time, for the touch and suckle of her breast.
oh. that look in her eyes might teeter into wanting more than just this game, but she wouldn't dare force something if the other party may not wish to. at least on terms of the physical, everything else is....different for business reasons while those sighs slips out of her red lips.)
Arlecchino, also....since I forgot to tell you my name before we started.
[ It's hard not to want when the atmosphere of this place is thick with it. Like a viscous syrup, you're bound to get caught in some sort of desire eventually. Tharja is not immune to the feeling.
Especially not when she finally has that bud in her mouth and Arlecchino sighs. When Tharja retreats, heat heavy in her cheeks now amongst other places, she is sure to drag her teeth before she releases her nipple. ]
Arlecchino... [ She straightens herself out but remains close to the other woman. Close enough that Tharja's knee knocks innocently against hers. ]
What a fine name. You can call me Tharja.
[ A beat. ]
I don't suppose you know what's going on with this place? [ She knocks her knee again. ]
(that admittedly, is something that the knave picked up on. the atmosphere is....interesting, for lack of a better term. capable of sweeping others up as though they had forgotten themselves, their origins, and what they were doing before they arrived there. not quite the best of looks for escape. she can only assume that they'll be trapped for longer than they may have realized. they're in the midst of a lion's den, a pit of vipers.
but that's normal for someone of her stature, in how she near smirks at the scrape of teeth against her nipple. with tharja's part finished, arlecchino reaches to adjust her suit back into place. the cursed markings still standing out along pale skin, the thought is there that she may blend in too well with the resort. of course, that is brushed aside when the topic of the resort itself comes up.
the knock of their knees together and closeness is fine, it does little to hide that immense heat running through her. is she an active flame, a disaster in a human body? that's questions that would never be answered.)
I'm afraid not, the staff and guests when questioned wouldn't answer anything too specifically. At most, I gleaned that we have expectations to play their games.
(that does little to answer any other further questions now, does it? pit of vipers, lion's den, only time may tell what fits their new reality. a reality that seems about overwhelming now for anyone from their worlds. arlecchino herself is not as effected due to her natural ability to acclimate to most things.
this new technology may take some time, though.)
It may be best to prepare ourselves for a long stay, not a good one depending on your definition of that.
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I've dabbled. [ She masks her exhale with a quip. ] The dice games I've played are definitely more... elementary. [ Roll some dice, move so many spaces, and so on. Senet.
Tharja takes the dice for herself and rolls again. ... 4 and 9.
She groans. ]
Certainly nothing like this.
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flirting through it, seems like. they're supposed to make it "sexy" as the game master and others would have said. which means a little flirting won't quite hurt. or maybe a lot of flirting once she withdraws her hand. oh, she's definitely noticed she hid that exhale. her smile is small, despite herself. the bottomless depth of her eyes are all on tharja, the intensity of them strong and threatening to engulf those unfortunate to be on the wrong side of the knave.
and then....oh. suck nipple? a brow raises. normally she wouldn't have expected more forward options, but she muses that they might as well get this over with. her tie is tugged open and she unbuttons the vest and dress shirt underneath deftly. revealing that pale skin and what looks to be other markings running down the center of her chest, beneath her breasts along her ribs. how many marks did this woman have? that's the bigger mystery from this bloodline given curse.)
It's similar for me, except any games I played were with children. Nothing adult about them, just card games, and rarely they would ask to play with normal dice.
(she doesn't seem fazed for someone who had to undo her bra in a semi-public space for another woman. she could be masking it, could not be. shame must not be something she's used to having in a sense.)
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Children? You don't seem the type to play with children. [ Tharja takes another sweeping breath, eyes following the markings down the other woman's chest. Following them past the swell of her breasts to where they disappear behind the waist of her suit pants, and then back up to those buds that Tharja's supposed to suck.
She's never been a physical person. Never. Not even in her wildest fantasies of Robin taking her as a bride would Tharja dare to imagine more than a kiss. But she also hates to lose. And when there's a certain tension between them, besides the pressure of Arlecchino's very existence, it calls for Tharja to meet the challenge. ]
Not that I would know. [ Mystery that she is. ] Now, excuse me.
[ The casino is so very loud, and yet Tharja can still make out the sound of the seat beneath them dipping beneath her hand as she moves herself forward. She braces one hand against the cushion for balance, and cups the other woman's breast with her other. Another ghost of a touch lest she get scorched by that heat.
And with a final look up, Tharja meeting her gaze as bottomless as it is, she catches her nipple between her lips and sucks. ]
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You'd be surprised.
(a tease, the environment of the resort might suit her too much. she'll still worry about her youthful charges, but that is a given. she does, despite the things she raises them for, care plenty about those children she looks after as their "father". the impromptu show aside from arlecchino's flirting mixed into her partial undressing, she can admit that the moods changing. it's getting hot and heavy now. the tension is pushing there, even as she half wonders if the game master would mind it being cut short for a break. were it to reach a certain point, that is. arlecchino doubts they'd care.
however, she's also wise enough to consider she doesn't like exposing those markings of hers around a whole crowd that can look at her whenever. they already were curious about her hands a little too much for it to be considered normal; whenever tharja comes closer, arlecchino keeps herself upright for her. maybe allowing her to come closer as needed (she's considerate enough to leave her lap open for that) since they're already sitting together.
what a mystery she is, indeed.
anyway, those bottomless eyes and the red crosses in them that almost to be glowing again are watching closely. with interest. plenty of interest, especially once her lips catch one of her nipples. it was already hardened from the cool air meeting her broiling heat, but the flame of it is something that is licking at tharja this time, for the touch and suckle of her breast.
oh. that look in her eyes might teeter into wanting more than just this game, but she wouldn't dare force something if the other party may not wish to. at least on terms of the physical, everything else is....different for business reasons while those sighs slips out of her red lips.)
Arlecchino, also....since I forgot to tell you my name before we started.
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Especially not when she finally has that bud in her mouth and Arlecchino sighs. When Tharja retreats, heat heavy in her cheeks now amongst other places, she is sure to drag her teeth before she releases her nipple. ]
Arlecchino... [ She straightens herself out but remains close to the other woman. Close enough that Tharja's knee knocks innocently against hers. ]
What a fine name. You can call me Tharja.
[ A beat. ]
I don't suppose you know what's going on with this place? [ She knocks her knee again. ]
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but that's normal for someone of her stature, in how she near smirks at the scrape of teeth against her nipple. with tharja's part finished, arlecchino reaches to adjust her suit back into place. the cursed markings still standing out along pale skin, the thought is there that she may blend in too well with the resort. of course, that is brushed aside when the topic of the resort itself comes up.
the knock of their knees together and closeness is fine, it does little to hide that immense heat running through her. is she an active flame, a disaster in a human body? that's questions that would never be answered.)
I'm afraid not, the staff and guests when questioned wouldn't answer anything too specifically. At most, I gleaned that we have expectations to play their games.
(that does little to answer any other further questions now, does it? pit of vipers, lion's den, only time may tell what fits their new reality. a reality that seems about overwhelming now for anyone from their worlds. arlecchino herself is not as effected due to her natural ability to acclimate to most things.
this new technology may take some time, though.)
It may be best to prepare ourselves for a long stay, not a good one depending on your definition of that.