【 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.
She must be hearing things: she didn't end the night with anyone, let alone go to bed with anyone. That voice must just be another side effect of (apparently) indulging.
But as Tharja slowly comes back to herself, she can feel that tell-tale heat of another person beside her.
What.
She pushes herself up again quickly, this time swiping her hair to the side. ]
Who -- How did you get in here?! [ Wherever here is. A room, right? ]
[ The expression on his face immediately returns to stupid. His eyes dart around the room, flicking over to the familiar desk, to his shoes left by the door, and the pile of folded laundry he had done before the party started. All as it should be. Not a single sign that he’s somewhere else.
After a long, awkward silence, ]
Well, this is my room… so… [ his gaze returns to her, slinking downward slowly now that she’s gotten up from the bedding, ] … through the door?
[ He huffs, leaning back against the headboard and crossing his arms. ]
Do you really not remember me?
[ Okay. He doesn’t remember her, but she really forgot him!? ]
[ His room?? Tharja sits up further, looking around the room. It's certainly not her room - not that she ever had one. She actually doesn't even know if one had been provided to her at all, or if the hosts of this party expected guests to sleep on the party floor.
Regardless. The fact that she doesn't remember anything - especially Rokurou - is the bigger issue here. ]
I would remember you.
[ He's got a similar flicker of something that she sensed in Arlecchino. A foreign darkness. But that's it; she has no idea he's not human. ]
I don't even remember leaving. Did you bring me here?
[ … have no idea? He can’t honestly say he didn’t bring her here. When he’s drunk he gets into extra-friendly mode; it hasn’t happened before, but sweeping a girl up and carrying her home isn’t outside the realm of possibility if he had enough to drink. The persistent headache doesn’t dissuade this notion.
The daemon’s face scrunches as he rubs his fingers against his temple. Jeez. ]
Don’t really remember. Are you sure you didn’t fall for me at first sight and stalk me back here? That feels more likely.
[ Is he being serious or fucking around? It’s hard to tell. Either way, he reaches to grab one of the water bottles and throw it back with relish. Waaaaterrrrrr. ]
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She must be hearing things: she didn't end the night with anyone, let alone go to bed with anyone. That voice must just be another side effect of (apparently) indulging.
But as Tharja slowly comes back to herself, she can feel that tell-tale heat of another person beside her.
What.
She pushes herself up again quickly, this time swiping her hair to the side. ]
Who -- How did you get in here?! [ Wherever here is. A room, right? ]
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After a long, awkward silence, ]
Well, this is my room… so… [ his gaze returns to her, slinking downward slowly now that she’s gotten up from the bedding, ] … through the door?
[ He huffs, leaning back against the headboard and crossing his arms. ]
Do you really not remember me?
[ Okay. He doesn’t remember her, but she really forgot him!? ]
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Regardless. The fact that she doesn't remember anything - especially Rokurou - is the bigger issue here. ]
I would remember you.
[ He's got a similar flicker of something that she sensed in Arlecchino. A foreign darkness. But that's it; she has no idea he's not human. ]
I don't even remember leaving. Did you bring me here?
[ Fess up, bud!!! ]
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[ … have no idea? He can’t honestly say he didn’t bring her here. When he’s drunk he gets into extra-friendly mode; it hasn’t happened before, but sweeping a girl up and carrying her home isn’t outside the realm of possibility if he had enough to drink. The persistent headache doesn’t dissuade this notion.
The daemon’s face scrunches as he rubs his fingers against his temple. Jeez. ]
Don’t really remember. Are you sure you didn’t fall for me at first sight and stalk me back here? That feels more likely.
[ Is he being serious or fucking around? It’s hard to tell. Either way, he reaches to grab one of the water bottles and throw it back with relish. Waaaaterrrrrr. ]