【 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.
[ ohoho, what a reaction. it draws Getou's attention ever so slightly more, a subtle pitch forward of his chest that shifts in the lapel of his suit jacket — predator observing prey. that mussed hair and hot expression are a better fit for this pale and ghoulish man anyway. ]
[ and then it passes for this cheap ploy. Getou observes as the dice clatter or slide, a tilt to his head, a passive presence compared to the flurry. rather than dignify Charlie with a response, one hand raises, square palm flagging the attendant who's been watching on anyway. ]
Excuuuuse meeeee, [ his voice pitches up into something nasally in spite of its natural rich depth, obnoxious as all get out, teacher's pet tattling on the class clown. ] Is that in the ruuuuuuules?
[ the clerk checks something on his own watch — perhaps replaying security footage of Charlie's antics. the other guests at their table wait with bated breath: will they get to see this handsome young man's muscular, tanned thighs redden deliciously in the shape of a handprint, or something even more exciting? ]
[ "I'm sorry, sir, but the dice must fully leave the table's surface in order to be 'rolled'," comes the verdict... ]
[ and all Getou does is smile in that smug, self-satisfied way he has, resting his chin on a fist propped on an elbow, looking at Charlie through dark eyelashes. ]
[Physical altercations can be fun. This guy initiating in such a blithe way left Charlie hopeful for the same play in kind. Instead, he's dragged into a different type of game.
Jaw dropped with - genuine, which is an accomplishment - incredulity, Charlie's silent as the clerk rules against him. Who the fuck cares about the petty rules? Don't you want us stripping each other and fucking!? The argument stalls in his throat, choked behind tense jaw working from one side to another.
He shakes his head.
After a pejorative glance to his opponent, Charlie waves the same clerk back to attention.]
Hold on!
I think you missed something- [Is making his demand undeniable worth the twinge of hunger that will sour his gut? Probably not, and as the clerk stares impatiently, Charlie's already reevaluating this stupid exchange.] No. Nevermind. Thank you, you can go. [He reaches for the dice, fingers perched atop them to roll them idly across the table beneath. This guy doesn't seem the type to shy away from pain. He's just-
A pain. What kind? Charlie's not sure yet.] There's nothin' in the rules against calling a re-roll, you know. [Nothing explicitly allowing it, either.] So long as I'm willing to do what comes up, there's no penalty. If you wanted me to toss 'em again, all you had to do was ask.
[Fingers curl, gathering the dice into his palm. Charlie gives them a petulant, vulgar shake before casting them to the table. Bite Ass.
[ true enough, he must relent with an acquiescing nod of his head. to think the moment had almost passed, that opportunity had walked out the door only to return for something forgotten, and Getou's streak of bad luck goes unbroken. maybe the House is just the concept of karma, nigh instantaneous. ]
[ there's no protracted, dawning horror — rather, his mouth closes with a tensing jaw, a click of his teeth announcing open eyes, pitted and small and serious. it's one thing to lose fair and square — it's another for the fates to convene against him to punish with the embarrassment of a plot failed, and in the time it takes the table to settle back down after such a revolutionary roll, he's had time to digest it properly... ]
[ as he does everything, eventually. ]
I'm not sure this is what they meant by 'turn the other cheek'... [ as if that applies here?! there's the put-upon, wearied sigh as he stands, one knee bent to his side on the cushion of the couch they're both sharing. no flamboyant flourish as there had been with the first; now, he only undoes his belt, fingers gripping white to untuck his dress shirt — ]
[ and from between the tail of it and the waist of his lowered slacks, one succulent curve of buttcheek protrudes out of fabric, tan-skinned and thick with muscle. he's been losing weight lately, but you wouldn't know it from the quarter that would bounce off this gluteus maximus. ]
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[ and then it passes for this cheap ploy. Getou observes as the dice clatter or slide, a tilt to his head, a passive presence compared to the flurry. rather than dignify Charlie with a response, one hand raises, square palm flagging the attendant who's been watching on anyway. ]
Excuuuuse meeeee, [ his voice pitches up into something nasally in spite of its natural rich depth, obnoxious as all get out, teacher's pet tattling on the class clown. ] Is that in the ruuuuuuules?
[ the clerk checks something on his own watch — perhaps replaying security footage of Charlie's antics. the other guests at their table wait with bated breath: will they get to see this handsome young man's muscular, tanned thighs redden deliciously in the shape of a handprint, or something even more exciting? ]
[ "I'm sorry, sir, but the dice must fully leave the table's surface in order to be 'rolled'," comes the verdict... ]
[ and all Getou does is smile in that smug, self-satisfied way he has, resting his chin on a fist propped on an elbow, looking at Charlie through dark eyelashes. ]
Again, again~.
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Jaw dropped with - genuine, which is an accomplishment - incredulity, Charlie's silent as the clerk rules against him. Who the fuck cares about the petty rules? Don't you want us stripping each other and fucking!? The argument stalls in his throat, choked behind tense jaw working from one side to another.
He shakes his head.
After a pejorative glance to his opponent, Charlie waves the same clerk back to attention.]
Hold on!
I think you missed something- [Is making his demand undeniable worth the twinge of hunger that will sour his gut? Probably not, and as the clerk stares impatiently, Charlie's already reevaluating this stupid exchange.] No. Nevermind. Thank you, you can go. [He reaches for the dice, fingers perched atop them to roll them idly across the table beneath. This guy doesn't seem the type to shy away from pain. He's just-
A pain. What kind? Charlie's not sure yet.] There's nothin' in the rules against calling a re-roll, you know. [Nothing explicitly allowing it, either.] So long as I'm willing to do what comes up, there's no penalty. If you wanted me to toss 'em again, all you had to do was ask.
[Fingers curl, gathering the dice into his palm. Charlie gives them a petulant, vulgar shake before casting them to the table. Bite Ass.
Hah.]
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[ there's no protracted, dawning horror — rather, his mouth closes with a tensing jaw, a click of his teeth announcing open eyes, pitted and small and serious. it's one thing to lose fair and square — it's another for the fates to convene against him to punish with the embarrassment of a plot failed, and in the time it takes the table to settle back down after such a revolutionary roll, he's had time to digest it properly... ]
[ as he does everything, eventually. ]
I'm not sure this is what they meant by 'turn the other cheek'... [ as if that applies here?! there's the put-upon, wearied sigh as he stands, one knee bent to his side on the cushion of the couch they're both sharing. no flamboyant flourish as there had been with the first; now, he only undoes his belt, fingers gripping white to untuck his dress shirt — ]
[ and from between the tail of it and the waist of his lowered slacks, one succulent curve of buttcheek protrudes out of fabric, tan-skinned and thick with muscle. he's been losing weight lately, but you wouldn't know it from the quarter that would bounce off this gluteus maximus. ]