【 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.
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▶ 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!
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[ Nice of you to notice him, Gregor. Then again, it isn't like the demon is difficult to miss. The sheer size of all his more animal attributes doesn't end up halved the way J's height does while he's seated. Massive wings and twin horns do their best to consume every inch of his end of the party SVU's interior, while leonine paws stretch out, their sickle-like claws exposed, as he makes himself comfortable in the line of seats across from Gregor. ]
Oh, I think you were on precisely the right track.
Everything else is a little inconsequential if someone can't manage to figure out where they presently are, hmm? [ So he says. A little ironic when the creature looming in the darkness they're confined within doesn't appear to be in any rush to fill in those all-important blanks for him. ]
[whatever excuse he was about to offer, it's cut off by a quick inhale, insectoid arm lifting reflexively into a defensive position. being faced with someone who looks like that is just a bit of a shock, and gregor remains frozen there for just long enough to evaluate his companion; relaxed enough, from the look of it. if he's a threat, maybe not an imminent one.]
Uh, sorry. I wasn't expecting... any strangers to be on this bus, that's all.
[perhaps the irony of reacting to someone else's appearance when he's often on the opposite end of that is not lost on him. his arm lowers, his human arm still holding the robe closed around himself.]
[ No hard feelings, Gregor. You're not the first person whose emotions got the better of them in his presence. J's day job involves getting summoned on the regular by squishy mortals who enjoy dialing up some version of shock and awe when they actually meet a demon face-to-face. So he's well past taking offense. Or at least, it seems that way when J's placid expression reveals nothing of the sort outwardly, despite how Gregor viscerally recoils at the sight of him. ]
What you mean to say is that you weren't anticipating waking up with someone who looks like this. [ Which is rich, when astronauts could probably spot that horror show you call an arm from space, Greggy.
A well-manicured hand gestures over J's front, from his more human upper half to where leonine limbs peek out where his own cinched nightrobe parts at the knee. ]
You can thank The House for the intimate introductions, in case you'd also like to touch upon the pertinent question of how you ended up like this. [ Just so you know. He doesn't need an undeserved kidnapping charge when this time he's not actually the one responsible for whisking a depressed twink into a seedy rendezvous. ( Listen, he had his reasons!! ) ]
This place isn't big on practicality. If there was one, I'd say the standard issue outfit here would be the birthday suit. [ Not literally, but Gregor should get J's drift when he's bare beneath the scant robe. It's practically a routine thing to suffer a little forced nudity or for residents to find incentives dangled over their heads to strip down and bare it all.
Out of everything that Greg could potentially throw at a creature who wallows in sin and vice, he chooses that little curveball about how apparently repressed he is. Cue some very owlish blinking, because isn't Greg a little old to be a prude?
J's attention slides over to the vehicle's nearest door, his tail looping through the handle and giving it a tug. Nothing. J wouldn't be surprised if putting his back into an escape attempt, perhaps by trying to take the door off its hinges, would fail just as spectacularly. He doesn't frown, but there isn't any mirth in his eyes at the thought of being trapped in here simply because a randy car has decided to lock them in until it sees some action. ]
I'd say you're going to have to get real comfortable here with strangers showing up in your bed. But it's presently the least of your worries, all things considered. [ Very reassuring. You're welcome, Gregor. ]
[his eyes widen behind his glasses, blinking a few times in silence. oh, no.]
That sounds an awful lot like it wouldn't be the least of their worries, waking up with... you know.
[with some of the bed taken up by the bug arm. like waking up with an insect in the sheets, except probably worse thanks to the size.
as far as his current predicament goes, though: this stranger's right. if the door's not budging when he pulls at it, then nevermind any future bed situations, he might not see a bed at all if they stay trapped in here.]
Is, ah... getting trapped in places like this also something you'd say I should get comfy with? Or should we start trying to break glass.
[in the background, the party bus's speakers start playing smooth jazz.]
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Oh, I think you were on precisely the right track.
Everything else is a little inconsequential if someone can't manage to figure out where they presently are, hmm? [ So he says. A little ironic when the creature looming in the darkness they're confined within doesn't appear to be in any rush to fill in those all-important blanks for him. ]
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[whatever excuse he was about to offer, it's cut off by a quick inhale, insectoid arm lifting reflexively into a defensive position. being faced with someone who looks like that is just a bit of a shock, and gregor remains frozen there for just long enough to evaluate his companion; relaxed enough, from the look of it. if he's a threat, maybe not an imminent one.]
Uh, sorry. I wasn't expecting... any strangers to be on this bus, that's all.
[perhaps the irony of reacting to someone else's appearance when he's often on the opposite end of that is not lost on him. his arm lowers, his human arm still holding the robe closed around himself.]
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What you mean to say is that you weren't anticipating waking up with someone who looks like this. [ Which is rich, when astronauts could probably spot that horror show you call an arm from space, Greggy.
A well-manicured hand gestures over J's front, from his more human upper half to where leonine limbs peek out where his own cinched nightrobe parts at the knee. ]
You can thank The House for the intimate introductions, in case you'd also like to touch upon the pertinent question of how you ended up like this. [ Just so you know. He doesn't need an undeserved kidnapping charge when this time he's not actually the one responsible for whisking a depressed twink into a seedy rendezvous. ( Listen, he had his reasons!! ) ]
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[sure, gregor. sure. technically true, but that's not the largest part of his shock.
he does settle a little though, flopping back into the seat he'd jumped up from.]
I figure it was pretty easy to guess that was the next question, eh. This House got something against a perfectly good uniform?
[his CLOTHES. if they're trying to kill him with embarrassment, this is an awfully efficient start!]
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Out of everything that Greg could potentially throw at a creature who wallows in sin and vice, he chooses that little curveball about how apparently repressed he is. Cue some very owlish blinking, because isn't Greg a little old to be a prude?
J's attention slides over to the vehicle's nearest door, his tail looping through the handle and giving it a tug. Nothing. J wouldn't be surprised if putting his back into an escape attempt, perhaps by trying to take the door off its hinges, would fail just as spectacularly. He doesn't frown, but there isn't any mirth in his eyes at the thought of being trapped in here simply because a randy car has decided to lock them in until it sees some action. ]
I'd say you're going to have to get real comfortable here with strangers showing up in your bed. But it's presently the least of your worries, all things considered. [ Very reassuring. You're welcome, Gregor. ]
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[his eyes widen behind his glasses, blinking a few times in silence. oh, no.]
That sounds an awful lot like it wouldn't be the least of their worries, waking up with... you know.
[with some of the bed taken up by the bug arm. like waking up with an insect in the sheets, except probably worse thanks to the size.
as far as his current predicament goes, though: this stranger's right. if the door's not budging when he pulls at it, then nevermind any future bed situations, he might not see a bed at all if they stay trapped in here.]
Is, ah... getting trapped in places like this also something you'd say I should get comfy with? Or should we start trying to break glass.
[in the background, the party bus's speakers start playing smooth jazz.]