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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.
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( it's a good thing aventurine has long grown used to the house's ministrations, because waking up on a bed that is not his without the usual company he has around doesn't come wholly as a surprise; he's not the kind to drink himself into forgetfulness... at least not without reason. and the party the casino had thrown had hardly been reason enough to do it.
besides.
even if he had done it, and therefore forgotten about it, he doesn't think he would have laid with one (1) miss stellaron. not because he doesn't like her (he does), but because he doesn't quite yet know where their partnership-turned-friendship lies with her. the last thing he recalls of penacony is talking with ratio, and laying in the dream pool. the last thing some other people remember are way ahead of that, where the game of penacony had come to an end and his job was long over.
so, well. it's easier to know how many pretenses he has to keep up before he willingly takes her to bed, you know. )
I guess they do say a healthy night of sleep is about eight hours long. ( 'they' being ratio, but like, neither here nor there. imagine listening to what the good doctor says.
still, aventurine turns towards stelle, properly welcoming her in on the cuddle. figures that, depending on her reaction, he might be able to tell where they stand. or not, considering how unpredictable she can be, but that in itself is the fun of gambling, isn't it? )
But you've been sleeping for a while, so maybe that's a little too much. The conductor wouldn't want you to harm your health now, would they?
[ Whoever said eight hours was a healthy amount of sleep was just jealous of people who can sleep right through to the heat death of the universe — which doesn't seem too bad right now, considering the way her head throbs behind her defiantly shut eyelids. Maybe if Aventurine would stop his yapping and just let her rest...
...
Ah, there it is, the mental record scratch. Beckoning of the heat death of the universe be damned, Stelle's eyes fly open, hands rising swiftly to push her ashy hair out of her face (and away from him, did she touch him anywhere awkward??? help) to clock a familiar set of Avgin eyes. It hasn't been long at all since she assisted (citation needed) with his and his fellow Stonehearts' departure from The Reverie, yet the way she stares at him now, it's like she's seen a ghost. Like, if anyone she knew was going to be here, of course it would be him, but — ]
In my bed?! Aventurine, you — [ she got her words SO scrambled ] W-wait, did we —
[ Did they? She had a lot to drink, sure, but she'd remember, right? He seems the type to make it memorable, which is not what she needs to think about right now.
Scurrying back to the far edge of the bed, her lips press into a thin line, poised to say something — before she turns her face back into her pillow and utters a muffled: ] Pom-Pom has forsaken me. Let me sleep forever.
well they don't call me adventurine for nothing i guess
( and there she rises, ms. stellaron herself, in all of her panic and energy and humor.
aventurine just watches, for now, until all her energy is spent. it's a particular kind of amusing that feels familiar, as though this is penacony all over again and they're back in the reverie. yes, stelle might have been a crucial pawn in his plan, but for what it's worth, aventurine never really held any sort of contempt towards her. there has always been some respect, admiration, perhaps even a tiny bit of envy, if he ever looked far deep into his feelings and managed to actually discern it in the sea of emotions aventurine never quite allowed himself to feel. )
I think the conductor would be too worried about you to let you sleep that long, my friend. ( he should absolutely ease her worries, shouldn't he?
but let aventurine bide his time, sitting up on the bed. he needs to find his footing too, search within his memories. he's still wearing his pants, though his shirt seems to be across the room. that's something, alongside the absolute confidence he has in himself that he wouldn't have drank himself into forgetfulness and slept with stelle besides.
that's all he needs, isn't it? )
Ah, but if it makes you feel better, nothing happened between us. Aside from the cuddling, of course. But you seemed rather comfortable, and what's some spooning between friends?
[ At the very least, whatever misgivings Stelle may have about Aventurine, his memory isn't one of them; he's way too clever to be forgetful. So unless he's lying, nothing happened, and whether she ought to or not, she does trust him. Call it her Trailblazer intuition...or her confidence that she can handle him in a fight. Emanators need not intervene.
So, that being the case, the only unanswered question is how she got into his bed in the first place — or is it hers? It doesn't really matter, nor does she care, because now that the adrenaline is wearing off, a throb of pain through her head sharply reminds her that she's hungover as hell. How much did she even drink last night? However long last night was?
A long, drawn-out groan escapes her, turning her head enough to peer at him through her curtain of messy bedhead. ]
...but can spooning you cure a hangover? [ yes she is assigning herself to big spoon ] 'M not trying to be my charming self, I'm being so real right now.
[ She never realized before there could be too much partying, but here she is. Lifting her head just slightly with one elbow tucked beneath it, she pushes her hair out of her face with her free hand. ]
Aren't you feeling it, too? Don't tell me you're one of those annoying people who wake up all bright-eyed and bushy-tailed after a night at the bar.
( that she sees himself in such a way does steal a genuine laugh out of aventurine - heartfelt and amused in spades, something warm blossoming in the pit of his stomach. it's not the world's kindest compliment, not when it has a few potential layers of envy in it, but it's... well. it's certainly one of the nicest he has received in his life, sigonian and all.
aventurine doesn't reply just yet; instead, he stands up from the bed, walking up to his shirt so he can begin dressing himself. there's something here, too, a weird tinge of... shame, perhaps, something aventurine can't quite pin-point, at stelle seeing the unsightly parts of himself. for all of his pretty face, his body is anything but, blemished with scars as it is. stories of a life that didn't treat him so kindly. )
Hahah, is that how I look to you, my friend? Bright-eyed and bushy-tailed? ( the irony of being called bright-eyed when his eyes are dull, etc. ) Sorry to disappoint, but I'm just like you, though I'm used to it. Is this your first hangover?
( how much soulglad did you drink in penacony, girl. still, properly dressed, aventurine searches through their breakfast table for a simple glass of cold water and, after more rummaging, a couple painkillers. it's unsurprising the house has put these there, considering the very long party they just forced onto their guests.
back to stelle he goes, offering both. )
It'll help with your headache. Everything else... Well, it'll take some time. But nothing Ms. Stellaron can't power through, hm?
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d stands for Dy Friend or something
besides.
even if he had done it, and therefore forgotten about it, he doesn't think he would have laid with one (1) miss stellaron. not because he doesn't like her (he does), but because he doesn't quite yet know where their partnership-turned-friendship lies with her. the last thing he recalls of penacony is talking with ratio, and laying in the dream pool. the last thing some other people remember are way ahead of that, where the game of penacony had come to an end and his job was long over.
so, well. it's easier to know how many pretenses he has to keep up before he willingly takes her to bed, you know. )
I guess they do say a healthy night of sleep is about eight hours long. ( 'they' being ratio, but like, neither here nor there. imagine listening to what the good doctor says.
still, aventurine turns towards stelle, properly welcoming her in on the cuddle. figures that, depending on her reaction, he might be able to tell where they stand. or not, considering how unpredictable she can be, but that in itself is the fun of gambling, isn't it? )
But you've been sleeping for a while, so maybe that's a little too much. The conductor wouldn't want you to harm your health now, would they?
good to see u too, daventurine
...
Ah, there it is, the mental record scratch. Beckoning of the heat death of the universe be damned, Stelle's eyes fly open, hands rising swiftly to push her ashy hair out of her face (and away from him, did she touch him anywhere awkward??? help) to clock a familiar set of Avgin eyes. It hasn't been long at all since she assisted (citation needed) with his and his fellow Stonehearts' departure from The Reverie, yet the way she stares at him now, it's like she's seen a ghost. Like, if anyone she knew was going to be here, of course it would be him, but — ]
In my bed?! Aventurine, you — [ she got her words SO scrambled ] W-wait, did we —
[ Did they? She had a lot to drink, sure, but she'd remember, right? He seems the type to make it memorable, which is not what she needs to think about right now.
Scurrying back to the far edge of the bed, her lips press into a thin line, poised to say something — before she turns her face back into her pillow and utters a muffled: ] Pom-Pom has forsaken me. Let me sleep forever.
well they don't call me adventurine for nothing i guess
aventurine just watches, for now, until all her energy is spent. it's a particular kind of amusing that feels familiar, as though this is penacony all over again and they're back in the reverie. yes, stelle might have been a crucial pawn in his plan, but for what it's worth, aventurine never really held any sort of contempt towards her. there has always been some respect, admiration, perhaps even a tiny bit of envy, if he ever looked far deep into his feelings and managed to actually discern it in the sea of emotions aventurine never quite allowed himself to feel. )
I think the conductor would be too worried about you to let you sleep that long, my friend. ( he should absolutely ease her worries, shouldn't he?
but let aventurine bide his time, sitting up on the bed. he needs to find his footing too, search within his memories. he's still wearing his pants, though his shirt seems to be across the room. that's something, alongside the absolute confidence he has in himself that he wouldn't have drank himself into forgetfulness and slept with stelle besides.
that's all he needs, isn't it? )
Ah, but if it makes you feel better, nothing happened between us. Aside from the cuddling, of course. But you seemed rather comfortable, and what's some spooning between friends?
but where is he adventurine to
So, that being the case, the only unanswered question is how she got into his bed in the first place — or is it hers? It doesn't really matter, nor does she care, because now that the adrenaline is wearing off, a throb of pain through her head sharply reminds her that she's hungover as hell. How much did she even drink last night? However long last night was?
A long, drawn-out groan escapes her, turning her head enough to peer at him through her curtain of messy bedhead. ]
...but can spooning you cure a hangover? [ yes she is assigning herself to big spoon ] 'M not trying to be my charming self, I'm being so real right now.
[ She never realized before there could be too much partying, but here she is. Lifting her head just slightly with one elbow tucked beneath it, she pushes her hair out of her face with her free hand. ]
Aren't you feeling it, too? Don't tell me you're one of those annoying people who wake up all bright-eyed and bushy-tailed after a night at the bar.
i hate that i laughed
aventurine doesn't reply just yet; instead, he stands up from the bed, walking up to his shirt so he can begin dressing himself. there's something here, too, a weird tinge of... shame, perhaps, something aventurine can't quite pin-point, at stelle seeing the unsightly parts of himself. for all of his pretty face, his body is anything but, blemished with scars as it is. stories of a life that didn't treat him so kindly. )
Hahah, is that how I look to you, my friend? Bright-eyed and bushy-tailed? ( the irony of being called bright-eyed when his eyes are dull, etc. ) Sorry to disappoint, but I'm just like you, though I'm used to it. Is this your first hangover?
( how much soulglad did you drink in penacony, girl. still, properly dressed, aventurine searches through their breakfast table for a simple glass of cold water and, after more rummaging, a couple painkillers. it's unsurprising the house has put these there, considering the very long party they just forced onto their guests.
back to stelle he goes, offering both. )
It'll help with your headache. Everything else... Well, it'll take some time. But nothing Ms. Stellaron can't power through, hm?