【 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.
Dang, dude. Right to the point, huh? Alright, fair, she can respect that.
"Beats me. I don't recognize the herbs."
That's a worryingly carefree answer for someone actively amusing herself by trying (and failing) to make intact smoke rings float all the way to the roof, but Mayou doesn't seem all that bothered with twig's mystery origins in the first place. With the drug balanced in her fingers like some old timey cigarette holder, she gives Zoro a blatant once-over from head to toe, noting the subtle tension drawn taut in his posture like a drawn bowstring.
"It's not like you'll be missing out on much, you know? Trying to get any sleep with this racket going on is bound to be an exercise in futility." She nods at the interior of the room, lazy trails of twig winding up from many mouths, a mass of people with fever-bright eyes. "Might as well enjoy yourself while you're stuck here with the rest of us."
Zoro pauses at Mayou's initial response. "Are you someone who can recognize most herbs?" he asks, voice a little less abrupt. He needs to know how much stock he can put in her assessment.
He notices that she's checking out his suit (or so he thinks), which prompts him to notice what she's wearing. He assumes everyone here had received the same treatment, getting their outfits in that strange parking garage.
His eyes follow when she nods into the room, and the sight that greets him makes him want to partake even less. "Are you really enjoying yourself? Everyone there looks like a zombie." There's a slight distaste in his voice, because while he'd wanted an extra store of energy, he doesn't want it at the expense of his sharpness. "I'm looking for the exit," he adds after a moment, dropping his voice in case one of those obnoxious hands were lurking around. "Know where it is?"
"To a degree. I'm no botanist though." Mayou waggles the gently smoking twig in her fingers to illustrate her point. "Whatever's in here isn't something you'd find in a spice rack or a seasonal foraging basket; that's the extent of my knowledge."
HA HA yeah... totally 100% legitimate non suspiciously sourced clothing here! Mayou's scrounged together a wardrobe that suits her tastes, a cute dress that suits the 1920s art deco theme with tasteful gloves and shoes. Perfect for blending in with a wild party, in her humble opinion.
"It's either sit and be miserable for however long this going to last, or have a good time and accept the consequences. So yes, I'm going to enjoy myself." In moderation, naturally, but Mayou meets his scornful look with a raised eyebrow and more than a little amusement. Brash, judgemental... not making a good impression of yourself there, Zoro. Coming from her of all people, that's something. "Not a clue where an exit might be, sorry. Front door's off limits for sure - some kind of ward. Get too close and it shoves you back in."
Getting to her feet, she leaves the remaining two-thirds of twig in a nearby ashtray (boredom smoking... how relatable) and dusts off her dress with a few brisk pats. "Feel like checking out the employee-only areas? There might be an exit back there somewhere, or getting food delivered in would be a royal pain in the ass."
Zoro nods, appreciating her honesty. So she can't really tell him what's in it, or what the effects could be. That solidifies his decision to skip it.
"Fair enough." He can respect her approach to this whole situation. It probably causes her less grief to just accept things and go along for the ride. It's very similar to how he imagines Luffy would react, if only his captain were here.
Alas, so far he seems alone with strangers.
As far as strangers go, Mayou doesn't seem so bad. Zoro's opinion of her promptly improves when she invites him to do something he's sure those pesky ghost hands would disapprove of. "Lead the way." He gestures, because he has absolutely no idea where to even start looking for these employee-only areas. They aren't marked, are they?
He'll follow Mayou blindly to wherever, as long as he doesn't sense that she's leading him to some sort of trap or other imminent danger. "Hey," he calls out after a moment. "What's this?" He holds his wrist up to show her the smartwatch that everyone's wearing. No such thing exists in his world, but he's observed others looking or tapping on their tiny screens, and he truly can't fathom why.
Edited (i hit post too fast 🫠) 2025-02-06 01:39 (UTC)
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"Beats me. I don't recognize the herbs."
That's a worryingly carefree answer for someone actively amusing herself by trying (and failing) to make intact smoke rings float all the way to the roof, but Mayou doesn't seem all that bothered with twig's mystery origins in the first place. With the drug balanced in her fingers like some old timey cigarette holder, she gives Zoro a blatant once-over from head to toe, noting the subtle tension drawn taut in his posture like a drawn bowstring.
"It's not like you'll be missing out on much, you know? Trying to get any sleep with this racket going on is bound to be an exercise in futility." She nods at the interior of the room, lazy trails of twig winding up from many mouths, a mass of people with fever-bright eyes. "Might as well enjoy yourself while you're stuck here with the rest of us."
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He notices that she's checking out his suit (or so he thinks), which prompts him to notice what she's wearing. He assumes everyone here had received the same treatment, getting their outfits in that strange parking garage.
His eyes follow when she nods into the room, and the sight that greets him makes him want to partake even less. "Are you really enjoying yourself? Everyone there looks like a zombie." There's a slight distaste in his voice, because while he'd wanted an extra store of energy, he doesn't want it at the expense of his sharpness. "I'm looking for the exit," he adds after a moment, dropping his voice in case one of those obnoxious hands were lurking around. "Know where it is?"
no subject
HA HA yeah... totally 100% legitimate non suspiciously sourced clothing here! Mayou's scrounged together a wardrobe that suits her tastes, a cute dress that suits the 1920s art deco theme with tasteful gloves and shoes. Perfect for blending in with a wild party, in her humble opinion.
"It's either sit and be miserable for however long this going to last, or have a good time and accept the consequences. So yes, I'm going to enjoy myself." In moderation, naturally, but Mayou meets his scornful look with a raised eyebrow and more than a little amusement. Brash, judgemental... not making a good impression of yourself there, Zoro. Coming from her of all people, that's something. "Not a clue where an exit might be, sorry. Front door's off limits for sure - some kind of ward. Get too close and it shoves you back in."
Getting to her feet, she leaves the remaining two-thirds of twig in a nearby ashtray (boredom smoking... how relatable) and dusts off her dress with a few brisk pats. "Feel like checking out the employee-only areas? There might be an exit back there somewhere, or getting food delivered in would be a royal pain in the ass."
so sorry for being slow!! 🫶
"Fair enough." He can respect her approach to this whole situation. It probably causes her less grief to just accept things and go along for the ride. It's very similar to how he imagines Luffy would react, if only his captain were here.
Alas, so far he seems alone with strangers.
As far as strangers go, Mayou doesn't seem so bad. Zoro's opinion of her promptly improves when she invites him to do something he's sure those pesky ghost hands would disapprove of. "Lead the way." He gestures, because he has absolutely no idea where to even start looking for these employee-only areas. They aren't marked, are they?
He'll follow Mayou blindly to wherever, as long as he doesn't sense that she's leading him to some sort of trap or other imminent danger. "Hey," he calls out after a moment. "What's this?" He holds his wrist up to show her the smartwatch that everyone's wearing. No such thing exists in his world, but he's observed others looking or tapping on their tiny screens, and he truly can't fathom why.