【 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.
[ luckily for rude, she isn't someone he knows, which means he's spared from that shame and embarrassment. neither of those are present in mercedes' expression as she investigates the cloth bags and breakfast cart with a curiosity that may seem out of place given their circumstances. she's wrapped up in a fluffy robe that might be a size too small given the way it clings to her curves, but it doesn't look like she's bothered by it, looking over towards the bed once it sounds like he's back to the land of the waking. ]
Good morning. [ blue eyes soften with a smile as she watches him stretch, taking in the flex of muscle beneath his skin. his motor functions look fine just from a cursory glance; it seems they share the same symptoms of a busy night even though she's yet to remember what actually happened. ] How are you feeling?
[Rude isn't awake enough to classify himself as conscious but he is awake enough for manners, it seems.]
Good morning. [The response is muffled by his pillow and the own tired rasp of his voice as he slowly realizes he has no idea who has just spoken to him. Normally he would have a whole internal panic in this situation, but he's gradually starting to understand that this type of thing is normal here.
He just sits up slowly, rubbing his head like it might make the ache go away--it doesn't.]
Unwell. [Rude responds, glancing at her and the robe that hardly keeps her covered, and then to the try of hangover remedies.] Yourself?
[ what a gentleman. it's certainly a strange situation they've found themselves in, but she takes it in stride. it's more productive than having a crisis about it when she's in the presence of, technically, a stranger.
her smile takes a sympathetic slant as she turns briefly back to the cart, reaching for a mug. ]
Much the same, but the coffee did help. [ and a little bit of healing magic, but she holds off on that for now. ] Would you like some?
[ she passes him the mug with a gentle careful, it's hot! despite the fact that she's sure he likely can handle it. a habit from dealing with children and patients she has yet to break, and likely won't anytime soon. ]
Mm, not very much. [ the bed dips beneath her as she settles next to him, fingers cupped around her own mug. she laughs a little, sheepishly— ] I don't even remember your name. Will you remind me again? I'm Mercedes, but you can call me Mercie.
[He heeds her warning, holding it carefully, not minding that it burns his mouth, maybe partly hoping that all of this is a dream and the pain might help him wake up from it.]
My name? It's Rude.
[Mercedes. He can't place the origin of the name, but nods anyway.] Have you been here very long?
[Rude takes his time with the coffee after that, more interested in the conversation once his headache starts to subside.]
Yes. Did you too? [At least the strange occurrences weren't just happening to him, but it doesn't really answer the why of it all.] This place isn't quite like anywhere I've been before.
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Good morning. [ blue eyes soften with a smile as she watches him stretch, taking in the flex of muscle beneath his skin. his motor functions look fine just from a cursory glance; it seems they share the same symptoms of a busy night even though she's yet to remember what actually happened. ] How are you feeling?
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Good morning. [The response is muffled by his pillow and the own tired rasp of his voice as he slowly realizes he has no idea who has just spoken to him. Normally he would have a whole internal panic in this situation, but he's gradually starting to understand that this type of thing is normal here.
He just sits up slowly, rubbing his head like it might make the ache go away--it doesn't.]
Unwell. [Rude responds, glancing at her and the robe that hardly keeps her covered, and then to the try of hangover remedies.] Yourself?
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her smile takes a sympathetic slant as she turns briefly back to the cart, reaching for a mug. ]
Much the same, but the coffee did help. [ and a little bit of healing magic, but she holds off on that for now. ] Would you like some?
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Yes, please. [He nods to the stranger kind enough to offer the coffee, reaching out both hands for it so he can take a long sip, then another.]
Do you remember anything about last night? [His voice is rough still from just waking, but his tone is gentle.]
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Mm, not very much. [ the bed dips beneath her as she settles next to him, fingers cupped around her own mug. she laughs a little, sheepishly— ] I don't even remember your name. Will you remind me again? I'm Mercedes, but you can call me Mercie.
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My name? It's Rude.
[Mercedes. He can't place the origin of the name, but nods anyway.] Have you been here very long?
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[ she's teasing, playful amusement evident in her tone and smile. he probably gets that a lot, doesn't he? ]
Not too long, I don't think. When you arrived, did you find yourself in one of those... [ what were they called again? ah, right— ] Cars?
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Yes. Did you too? [At least the strange occurrences weren't just happening to him, but it doesn't really answer the why of it all.] This place isn't quite like anywhere I've been before.