【 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.
If by here, do you mean trapped in a glorified chrome cage while Sleeping Beauty snores away?
[ While much of the fault for relocating him to the car's interior belongs to The House, that doesn't prevent J from laying some blame for his current predicament at Viktor's feet. The reason for which his companion may soon figure out if an attempt is made to exit any of the doors that, shockingly, refuse to unlock. Apparently, the car has its own ideas about making these two stay put, nice and cozy-like, until they become far better acquainted. That's not the irritating part. It is basically a given in this place that people need to canoodle at least a bit, but that's rather difficult to manage when the other party is out like a light! ]
Long enough to read this cover to cover. [ The item in question is held up to what passes for the lighting situation in the dimmed car's interior, revealing one of the many forms of entertainment The House has self-published. The illustrated figures on the front maintain a level of nudity that is barely tasteful and gives an idea of what lurks between the pages. ] Twice. For a dirty magazine, it was surprisingly wordy.
Or were you referring to the place actually hosting this backseat rendezvous? [ He could dole out a number of months or years, but J is too keenly aware of the value of such information and how useful it can be when traded for something he wants.
Opting for a different track, the demon abandons his reading material and gathers up the plush blanket as he moves to his feet. Even with how spacious it is, the car's interior isn't built for creatures towering more than seven feet tall. So when he crosses the distance to approach his scantily-clad companion, the act should be at best ungainly if not downright awkward. Strangely enough, the cramped space never poses an issue as he prowls closer on silent paw pads that barely make a sound.
Once J's near enough to see what sort of skin he intends to cover up, it's not merely his third eye that decides to slide over the expanse of flesh purpled and shrunken against the musculature beneath. When his gaze should reflect horror, or at best, empathy, instead there's only a glint of intrigue. ]
Here. [ With little fanfare, the demon moves to guide the blanket around Viktor's shoulders, so that it might swallow the skeletal frame in its clutches and supply a semblance of dignity The House had stripped away. ] You may feel toasty right now, but I can promise you that won't be the case once you've stepped outside.
[ For the wellbeing of the luxury fleet stashed there, the parking garage is kept continuously cool by the same enigmatic machinery that runs the fictitious weather that rules the Vale and keeps the resort's interior a perfect temperature in every season. ]
[No apology emerges for sleeping so soundly away; that he couldn't help. He accepts the blame because he already has so much blame to take.
His eyes drift to the magazine J showcases for him. He does not believe in heaven, but even so, this is not a paradise, he decides. But had his own paradise not had shards of lust and love amidst the conglomerate of endless thoughts? Where is the line between debauchery and loving intimacy? Love should be pure, shouldn't it? Pure and as simple as possible. Unconditional.]
Both.
[It didn't matter what answer J gave him, neither would clarify much of where he had found himself.
Truly, if it hadn't been for the usual Zaunite, or even a mutated former man, Viktor would have been more shocked once J stood up inside the car. There isn't any way to describe it except hulking, and even without seeing J at full stature, he knows this bastard is tall. That's okay. The size doesn't scare him actually.
They accept anyone into their grace no matter physicality.
What surprises him more maybe, or deceives him more, is the extension of kindness. He tries to slot J into an area of compassion unfitting of the distant aura in which the manufactured arcane in him is reacting. Something like uncanny valley. It isn't right.
His long fingers capped in gold metal pull the edge of the blanket around his shoulders. There is a wide, gnarled spot across his upper chest, darker than the rest of the indigo, some crude version of crater turned scar that's now easier to see in better detail up close. The purple, iridescent lines embedded in his flesh all over pulse every so often, faintly, filled with an enigmatic power maybe familiar to J. Something neither good nor evil, but divine nonetheless.]
Thank you.
[But talking of outside makes his head turn, and he peers out the heavily tinted windows to what might exist outside. He's not sure what he expects to see - a recognizable, churning void smattered with nebulae and stars; a rolling plane of golden sunshine, and green grass, and cloudy sky; a treacherous mountain of clay, and brimstone, and fire. Absolutely nothing. The absence of everything, people, light, sound.
Instead, it's a concrete jungle interwoven with many other vehicles like the one he's trapped in with J, and that confuses him more.]
So you've been here long enough to know what it's like outside.
[His head slowly turns back to J, his eyes lifting to search J's face.]
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[ While much of the fault for relocating him to the car's interior belongs to The House, that doesn't prevent J from laying some blame for his current predicament at Viktor's feet. The reason for which his companion may soon figure out if an attempt is made to exit any of the doors that, shockingly, refuse to unlock. Apparently, the car has its own ideas about making these two stay put, nice and cozy-like, until they become far better acquainted. That's not the irritating part. It is basically a given in this place that people need to canoodle at least a bit, but that's rather difficult to manage when the other party is out like a light! ]
Long enough to read this cover to cover. [ The item in question is held up to what passes for the lighting situation in the dimmed car's interior, revealing one of the many forms of entertainment The House has self-published. The illustrated figures on the front maintain a level of nudity that is barely tasteful and gives an idea of what lurks between the pages. ] Twice. For a dirty magazine, it was surprisingly wordy.
Or were you referring to the place actually hosting this backseat rendezvous? [ He could dole out a number of months or years, but J is too keenly aware of the value of such information and how useful it can be when traded for something he wants.
Opting for a different track, the demon abandons his reading material and gathers up the plush blanket as he moves to his feet. Even with how spacious it is, the car's interior isn't built for creatures towering more than seven feet tall. So when he crosses the distance to approach his scantily-clad companion, the act should be at best ungainly if not downright awkward. Strangely enough, the cramped space never poses an issue as he prowls closer on silent paw pads that barely make a sound.
Once J's near enough to see what sort of skin he intends to cover up, it's not merely his third eye that decides to slide over the expanse of flesh purpled and shrunken against the musculature beneath. When his gaze should reflect horror, or at best, empathy, instead there's only a glint of intrigue. ]
Here. [ With little fanfare, the demon moves to guide the blanket around Viktor's shoulders, so that it might swallow the skeletal frame in its clutches and supply a semblance of dignity The House had stripped away. ] You may feel toasty right now, but I can promise you that won't be the case once you've stepped outside.
[ For the wellbeing of the luxury fleet stashed there, the parking garage is kept continuously cool by the same enigmatic machinery that runs the fictitious weather that rules the Vale and keeps the resort's interior a perfect temperature in every season. ]
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[No apology emerges for sleeping so soundly away; that he couldn't help. He accepts the blame because he already has so much blame to take.
His eyes drift to the magazine J showcases for him. He does not believe in heaven, but even so, this is not a paradise, he decides. But had his own paradise not had shards of lust and love amidst the conglomerate of endless thoughts? Where is the line between debauchery and loving intimacy? Love should be pure, shouldn't it? Pure and as simple as possible. Unconditional.]
Both.
[It didn't matter what answer J gave him, neither would clarify much of where he had found himself.
Truly, if it hadn't been for the usual Zaunite, or even a mutated former man, Viktor would have been more shocked once J stood up inside the car. There isn't any way to describe it except hulking, and even without seeing J at full stature, he knows this bastard is tall. That's okay. The size doesn't scare him actually.
They accept anyone into their grace no matter physicality.
What surprises him more maybe, or deceives him more, is the extension of kindness. He tries to slot J into an area of compassion unfitting of the distant aura in which the manufactured arcane in him is reacting. Something like uncanny valley. It isn't right.
His long fingers capped in gold metal pull the edge of the blanket around his shoulders. There is a wide, gnarled spot across his upper chest, darker than the rest of the indigo, some crude version of crater turned scar that's now easier to see in better detail up close. The purple, iridescent lines embedded in his flesh all over pulse every so often, faintly, filled with an enigmatic power maybe familiar to J. Something neither good nor evil, but divine nonetheless.]
Thank you.
[But talking of outside makes his head turn, and he peers out the heavily tinted windows to what might exist outside. He's not sure what he expects to see - a recognizable, churning void smattered with nebulae and stars; a rolling plane of golden sunshine, and green grass, and cloudy sky; a treacherous mountain of clay, and brimstone, and fire. Absolutely nothing. The absence of everything, people, light, sound.
Instead, it's a concrete jungle interwoven with many other vehicles like the one he's trapped in with J, and that confuses him more.]
So you've been here long enough to know what it's like outside.
[His head slowly turns back to J, his eyes lifting to search J's face.]