【 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.
▶ 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 barely flinches when he suddenly rounds on her; rather her body language is welcoming, even as he grins that arrogant grin of his and refers to himself — wulf, is it? — in the third person.
her voice goes flat. ]
I don't remember a thing, so let's hope your encore performance stands out a little more.
[ there is a little bit of nutella left on his lower lip, that much she can see now that he hovers so close. she sucks it off with a deliberate pull to that lower lip, intending for it to sting, just a little. ]
Is my face so unappealing you have no desire to see it at all during?
[ on top of his head her hand goes, and though she has no real physical strength to speak of, even a dolt like beowulf should be able to notice the definitive downward push of that hand. she wants you lower, pup. ]
[ He didn't say that; her face is pretty. She's so hot, actually! That flat voice, pretending to be unimpressed. Beowulf knows it's all a farce (HAH) because he thinks he's pretty irresistible, but he loves a challenge and is hoping to see her break from that. Consider him accepting of what she's putting out... or what he thinks she is putting out, at least. ]
Yes m'am! Don't gotta tell me twice.
[ He's a go with a flow kind of person, surprisingly, when it comes to sex, wanting more than anything to please his partner, much like how he wants to please his fans. If she wants to ride him as a cowgirl or have him in more control in doggy, any of it sounds good. But yes, he's getting ahead of himself here. Anyway, he makes a brief but embarrassing little howl noise before getting right to it. angelika, you can walk away at any time, girlie.. spare yourself.
Any bit of the duvet that is left covering her gets pushed aside, and he settles his large hands around her waist, sliding her towards him to encourage her to lay back against the disheveled pillows from the night prior. There are other ways he could do this, but perhaps it's best to keep it simple starting out. His hands glide down to the thickest parts of her thighs, coping a feel here before he spreads them apart, finally pulling his gaze from her body to her face. Time for some honest. ]
[ he is, at the very least, an enthusiastic one. truthfully, she could have fared worse, couldn't she? she doesn't have so much of an ego that winding up naked in bed with someone who outright found her revolting would have crushed her, but it certainly doesn't hurt any that this man seems more than happy to please her as she likes. not to mention, he isn't exactly hard on the eyes or anything.
she settles down atop the fluffed-up pillows with general ease, the only sound to escape her being a soft sigh that works to rid her of any lingering stress or anxiety. already, her body thanks her for settling back down on the mattress, and even as she parts her thighs for a man she'd only just met, she can feel some of that tension start to ebb away from between her shoulderblades. whatever happens, whatever happened, at least she'll get a little fun out of it.
she had only just begun to close her eyes when she hears him speak up again, tone oddly shy for someone who'd been boasting and preening just seconds prior. she lifts her head back up, peering down between her thighs. ]
Angelika.
[ call her old fashioned, but it feels oddly sentimental to ask for names in what is otherwise just a simple tryst. she can't help but view him in a slightly different light now, and — despite herself — she feels a little softer towards him for it.
quietly, she lifts a hand to trace down the back of one of his hands, easily spanning across her thigh even though that's one of the parts of her body that holds much of her extra weight. ]
Angelika.. like an angel. How very suiting for you.
[ He loves thighs, honestly. The bigger the better. As she touches the top of his hand, she’ll find he has body hair there too. Surely this guy wasn’t actually a wolf, right? Not at all, but it definitely helped his motif of being very dog coded all around.
He’s lunged down on the bed and had just adjusted her thighs to either side of his neck, allowing a little bit of lift for her lower half off of the mattress. He has quite a cocky looking grin like this, especially since now he gets to introduce himself. Typically, he needs no introduction, but he’s noticed he’s not recognizable here which will only make him further obnoxious. ]
Are you ready to handle me, the great Beowulf, undefeated wrestling champion of Canopy Kingdom?
[ so there’s his name right there.. he even turns his head to press a kiss along the inside of her thigh. ]
no subject
her voice goes flat. ]
I don't remember a thing, so let's hope your encore performance stands out a little more.
[ there is a little bit of nutella left on his lower lip, that much she can see now that he hovers so close. she sucks it off with a deliberate pull to that lower lip, intending for it to sting, just a little. ]
Is my face so unappealing you have no desire to see it at all during?
[ on top of his head her hand goes, and though she has no real physical strength to speak of, even a dolt like beowulf should be able to notice the definitive downward push of that hand. she wants you lower, pup. ]
Get me wet first, and then I'll decide.
no subject
Yes m'am! Don't gotta tell me twice.
[ He's a go with a flow kind of person, surprisingly, when it comes to sex, wanting more than anything to please his partner, much like how he wants to please his fans. If she wants to ride him as a cowgirl or have him in more control in doggy, any of it sounds good. But yes, he's getting ahead of himself here. Anyway, he makes a brief but embarrassing little howl noise before getting right to it. angelika, you can walk away at any time, girlie.. spare yourself.
Any bit of the duvet that is left covering her gets pushed aside, and he settles his large hands around her waist, sliding her towards him to encourage her to lay back against the disheveled pillows from the night prior. There are other ways he could do this, but perhaps it's best to keep it simple starting out. His hands glide down to the thickest parts of her thighs, coping a feel here before he spreads them apart, finally pulling his gaze from her body to her face. Time for some honest. ]
What, uh, what do I call you?
no subject
she settles down atop the fluffed-up pillows with general ease, the only sound to escape her being a soft sigh that works to rid her of any lingering stress or anxiety. already, her body thanks her for settling back down on the mattress, and even as she parts her thighs for a man she'd only just met, she can feel some of that tension start to ebb away from between her shoulderblades. whatever happens, whatever happened, at least she'll get a little fun out of it.
she had only just begun to close her eyes when she hears him speak up again, tone oddly shy for someone who'd been boasting and preening just seconds prior. she lifts her head back up, peering down between her thighs. ]
Angelika.
[ call her old fashioned, but it feels oddly sentimental to ask for names in what is otherwise just a simple tryst. she can't help but view him in a slightly different light now, and — despite herself — she feels a little softer towards him for it.
quietly, she lifts a hand to trace down the back of one of his hands, easily spanning across her thigh even though that's one of the parts of her body that holds much of her extra weight. ]
Does "the Wulf" have another name he goes by?
no subject
[ He loves thighs, honestly. The bigger the better. As she touches the top of his hand, she’ll find he has body hair there too. Surely this guy wasn’t actually a wolf, right? Not at all, but it definitely helped his motif of being very dog coded all around.
He’s lunged down on the bed and had just adjusted her thighs to either side of his neck, allowing a little bit of lift for her lower half off of the mattress. He has quite a cocky looking grin like this, especially since now he gets to introduce himself. Typically, he needs no introduction, but he’s noticed he’s not recognizable here which will only make him further obnoxious. ]
Are you ready to handle me, the great Beowulf, undefeated wrestling champion of Canopy Kingdom?
[ so there’s his name right there.. he even turns his head to press a kiss along the inside of her thigh. ]