【 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.
( Yeah, names are necessary, Leon is prepared to insist. The name of this game isn't Anonymity, and if he's being honest with himself here, he's not entirely sure he's ready for something like that just yet. It's been an adjustment just accepting what needs to be done without his suit flaring up, and more importantly, he's not trying to endure any kind of consequences if he doesn't have to. At least while all these games are going on. But thankfully, he does get a name.
Satoru. He repeats it in his head as he tilts his head up to look up at the other. He isn't bothered by the proximity, slowly lifting his gaze up and towards Gojou's face. He's cute, he thinks, even if the situation is distinctly less so. )
Leon. ( Is the short introduction he offers, lifting his hand to tug at the knot of his tie, loosening it a bit further. There's a few seconds where he considers if he should really do this - he can't tell if Satoru even knows what he's doing given the way he talks. Or maybe that's just him? It's hard to tell. But despite the stubborn part of him that doesn't want to bend so easily to this game, something else wins out: doing what he's told, giving someone else what he thinks they want. So he lets himself lean back, supports his weight on his arms for a few seconds as he stares up at Gojou again. Then, finally, he lets himself lie flat on the bed with his legs over the edge. )
You suck at this. ( He adds as he settles, arching a brow up at Gojou as he moves his hands to rest them on his abdomen. Not that he has any real experience with something like this, but well. He can't say this guy seems like he's got any more experience than he does with it all. )
Ha~? ( it's repeated with a certain level of playful rage--as though it's a real insult, something that will stick in his head. he knows it won't; of course he's terrible at this. if anything, he prefers it the other way around, though that doesn't mean that he doesn't offer a certain level of insolence no matter who's telling him what to do. at least this way, he's firmly in control: as far as the games go, anyway.
with a soft click of his tongue against his teeth, he takes a step back, purposefully knocking his knee in against one of leon's legs, draped over the edge. )
You know what? I'm not gonna take that kinda backtalk.
( he's so tempted to add another or whatever, but holds it back.
instead, he's leaving leon on the bed, taking a few wandering steps around so that he can find one of the many tables in the room, decked out in fervor. there's nothing that the golden peacock won't provide, if it's for sex: his fingertips wander the table, sliding over whips and floggers and blindfolds, before he finds something akin to what he's looking for.
he loops the ball gag up onto one wrist, humming now, playful, as he continues his search. )
Take off your clothes, down to your underwear, and lay flat on your back. Arms and legs spread out.
( his chin turns, tucked to his shoulder, to look at leon over it, behind his glasses. )
Thirty seconds. You don't wanna know what's gonna happen if you don't.
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Satoru. He repeats it in his head as he tilts his head up to look up at the other. He isn't bothered by the proximity, slowly lifting his gaze up and towards Gojou's face. He's cute, he thinks, even if the situation is distinctly less so. )
Leon. ( Is the short introduction he offers, lifting his hand to tug at the knot of his tie, loosening it a bit further. There's a few seconds where he considers if he should really do this - he can't tell if Satoru even knows what he's doing given the way he talks. Or maybe that's just him? It's hard to tell. But despite the stubborn part of him that doesn't want to bend so easily to this game, something else wins out: doing what he's told, giving someone else what he thinks they want. So he lets himself lean back, supports his weight on his arms for a few seconds as he stares up at Gojou again. Then, finally, he lets himself lie flat on the bed with his legs over the edge. )
You suck at this. ( He adds as he settles, arching a brow up at Gojou as he moves his hands to rest them on his abdomen. Not that he has any real experience with something like this, but well. He can't say this guy seems like he's got any more experience than he does with it all. )
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with a soft click of his tongue against his teeth, he takes a step back, purposefully knocking his knee in against one of leon's legs, draped over the edge. )
You know what? I'm not gonna take that kinda backtalk.
( he's so tempted to add another or whatever, but holds it back.
instead, he's leaving leon on the bed, taking a few wandering steps around so that he can find one of the many tables in the room, decked out in fervor. there's nothing that the golden peacock won't provide, if it's for sex: his fingertips wander the table, sliding over whips and floggers and blindfolds, before he finds something akin to what he's looking for.
he loops the ball gag up onto one wrist, humming now, playful, as he continues his search. )
Take off your clothes, down to your underwear, and lay flat on your back. Arms and legs spread out.
( his chin turns, tucked to his shoulder, to look at leon over it, behind his glasses. )
Thirty seconds. You don't wanna know what's gonna happen if you don't.