【 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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▶ 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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Raziel has been doing her share of cataloging what she comes across, mentally or in her book, and while there have been plenty of things that interest her or strike her as odd, very few are quite as intriguing as the woman standing across from her.
She'd noted the hands, but had assumed they were gauntlets or some other type of armor. Now that she's touching them, she feels the heat radiating from beneath the skin, in a way that's entirely atypical of skydwellers.
This woman... is she not human? A primal beast of some kind? Fascinating.
Raziel is so intently looking at Arlecchino's hands that she barely registers what the other woman is telling her.] Huh--? Oh- oh yes, that would be very kind, since- since enjoying it is the point of intimacy, isn't it?
[She watches as the woman dons the gloves. It's almost a disappointment.] ...my name is Raziel. It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Miss Arlecchino.
If you don't mind, may I ask about...? [She indicates the other woman's hands with a nod of her head.]
(she's an intriguing enigma, isn't she? the knave of all people. the impressions that many have of her has always varied, including when they see those hands of hers. the oppressive atmosphere, that feeling of dread when she comes forward, like something waits patiently and lurks. a predator hunting. a being wishing to sink her fangs into those unfortunate enough to cross paths with her, were they to somehow be her enemy. this is no different from her usual, at times she entertained lovers who were less than experienced.
giving up control means to place absolute trust in one's partner for these dynamics. for that reason, she saw it necessary for two things. the first was that offer to take it slow and allow raziel that opportunity to stop if she holds no wish to carry on through the game. the second....that was to ensure her claws don't hurt the woman. she would be touching her a lot, it does little to change that intense heat in her veins, yet this should be enough.
she isn't a primal beast, the irony is that she's fully human. despite that curse in her body, her veins, and lurking over her shoulder that's arlecchino. a ill omen, but not one that catches the interest of others without there being an issue. who knows what may happen to whoever gets too curious for their own good about her while she adjusts the black leather gloves she requested. she's ensuring her claws don't poke out of the fingertips along the gloves before turning her attention back to the archangel.
that question, it causes the crosses in her eyes (those soulless and bottomless things) to glow thoughtfully at first. and then:)
My hands? That is a curse, Madam Raziel.
(ancient, bloody, and passed down somehow to the sole survivor of a dead dynasty. a dynasty that which time forgotten. that balemoon which haunts her sleep and looks down at her, the reason she could never sleep long in general.
such is life, and such is what she shall be dealing with often.)
I cannot answer you however any other further questions, but just know that my circumstances are unique. Be it my hands and the markings along my body.
[Raziel is quiet for a moment, considering the other woman's words.] ...I see.
Forgive me for prying. It is my duty to inquire about enigmas and mysteries, so naturally, I-- well, it doesn't really matter, does it? [She takes a breath and then gives the other woman a smile, even if it's a little thin and doesn't quite go all the way to her eyes.
It isn't just her duty, it's her nature. She is curious, and she wants to learn more. But, that seems to be where this conversation ends, even if it's a little frustrating.
Not that there aren't plenty of enigmas to still explore here.] W-well then! Where shall we begin?
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Raziel has been doing her share of cataloging what she comes across, mentally or in her book, and while there have been plenty of things that interest her or strike her as odd, very few are quite as intriguing as the woman standing across from her.
She'd noted the hands, but had assumed they were gauntlets or some other type of armor. Now that she's touching them, she feels the heat radiating from beneath the skin, in a way that's entirely atypical of skydwellers.
This woman... is she not human? A primal beast of some kind? Fascinating.
Raziel is so intently looking at Arlecchino's hands that she barely registers what the other woman is telling her.] Huh--? Oh- oh yes, that would be very kind, since- since enjoying it is the point of intimacy, isn't it?
[She watches as the woman dons the gloves. It's almost a disappointment.] ...my name is Raziel. It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Miss Arlecchino.
If you don't mind, may I ask about...? [She indicates the other woman's hands with a nod of her head.]
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giving up control means to place absolute trust in one's partner for these dynamics. for that reason, she saw it necessary for two things. the first was that offer to take it slow and allow raziel that opportunity to stop if she holds no wish to carry on through the game. the second....that was to ensure her claws don't hurt the woman. she would be touching her a lot, it does little to change that intense heat in her veins, yet this should be enough.
she isn't a primal beast, the irony is that she's fully human. despite that curse in her body, her veins, and lurking over her shoulder that's arlecchino. a ill omen, but not one that catches the interest of others without there being an issue. who knows what may happen to whoever gets too curious for their own good about her while she adjusts the black leather gloves she requested. she's ensuring her claws don't poke out of the fingertips along the gloves before turning her attention back to the archangel.
that question, it causes the crosses in her eyes (those soulless and bottomless things) to glow thoughtfully at first. and then:)
My hands? That is a curse, Madam Raziel.
(ancient, bloody, and passed down somehow to the sole survivor of a dead dynasty. a dynasty that which time forgotten. that balemoon which haunts her sleep and looks down at her, the reason she could never sleep long in general.
such is life, and such is what she shall be dealing with often.)
I cannot answer you however any other further questions, but just know that my circumstances are unique. Be it my hands and the markings along my body.
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Forgive me for prying. It is my duty to inquire about enigmas and mysteries, so naturally, I-- well, it doesn't really matter, does it? [She takes a breath and then gives the other woman a smile, even if it's a little thin and doesn't quite go all the way to her eyes.
It isn't just her duty, it's her nature. She is curious, and she wants to learn more. But, that seems to be where this conversation ends, even if it's a little frustrating.
Not that there aren't plenty of enigmas to still explore here.] W-well then! Where shall we begin?