【 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.
I always hex first, ask questions never. Now, let's see... No more wasting time, gramps... put on those CLAMPS.
[ Yes, most of her hexes come in the form of rhymes. It's pretty silly. Also, whether her hex actually works is hit or miss (up to you!) since they don't seem to work on some people. ]
He almost feels bad as he unbuttons his shirt. Which wasn’t exactly part of the hex, or whatever, but it just feels more natural than clipping them on over his shirt.
Is it the hex that gets Hank to obey, or is he just being cheeky? A little of both, maybe. Hank’s not sure he believes in magic, but he’s also averse to just baring himself to a woman in public — he’s not that rude.
So maybe there is a little magic at play here.]
Okay, they’re on. Whatever. [Clamped tight over his nipples with the weird chain hanging between them. Hank holds his shirt closed afterward, feeling his chest rub against the fabric. Goddamn.] Happy?
[ In her defense, Tharja knows someone well over 1,000 years old who still looks like a child. Anyway.
Happy? She's delighted! Not only does Tharja not have to wear them, but this is proof (?) that her magic still works here (a little?), and she got to see a nice treat on top of it all. She called Hank gramps, but it wasn't totally an insult after all. ]
[Hank clutches his shirt together more tightly, wondering if to start buttoning up his shirt again. Yeah, that’s probably for the best. He’s already flashed Tharja enough.
Starting at the bottom, now: one button, two. He still has to use the damn clamps with another person, but at this point, maybe he’ll just take the loss. What’s the worst that could happen? Worse than seeing — or being — an old man, running around in nipple clamps?]
Would you believe me if I said they feel terrible?
[“Mortifying” is probably closer to the truth. And while other people are still taking a turn at the stupid wheel, winning their stupid prizes, it isn’t a consolation, really.
Because none of them — that Hank has seen so far — is ancient like him. And obviously, none of them are Hank.
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I always hex first, ask questions never. Now, let's see... No more wasting time, gramps... put on those CLAMPS.
[ Yes, most of her hexes come in the form of rhymes. It's pretty silly. Also, whether her hex actually works is hit or miss (up to you!) since they don't seem to work on some people. ]
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[Hank has to gawk at her for a second.
Gramps? She’s not wrong, but...
He almost feels bad as he unbuttons his shirt. Which wasn’t exactly part of the hex, or whatever, but it just feels more natural than clipping them on over his shirt.
Is it the hex that gets Hank to obey, or is he just being cheeky? A little of both, maybe. Hank’s not sure he believes in magic, but he’s also averse to just baring himself to a woman in public — he’s not that rude.
So maybe there is a little magic at play here.]
Okay, they’re on. Whatever. [Clamped tight over his nipples with the weird chain hanging between them. Hank holds his shirt closed afterward, feeling his chest rub against the fabric. Goddamn.] Happy?
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Happy? She's delighted! Not only does Tharja not have to wear them, but this is proof (?) that her magic still works here (a little?), and she got to see a nice treat on top of it all. She called Hank gramps, but it wasn't totally an insult after all. ]
Ooh yes, I'm just tickled pink. How do they feel?
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Uh.
[Hank clutches his shirt together more tightly, wondering if to start buttoning up his shirt again. Yeah, that’s probably for the best. He’s already flashed Tharja enough.
Starting at the bottom, now: one button, two. He still has to use the damn clamps with another person, but at this point, maybe he’ll just take the loss. What’s the worst that could happen? Worse than seeing — or being — an old man, running around in nipple clamps?]
Would you believe me if I said they feel terrible?
[“Mortifying” is probably closer to the truth. And while other people are still taking a turn at the stupid wheel, winning their stupid prizes, it isn’t a consolation, really.
Because none of them — that Hank has seen so far — is ancient like him. And obviously, none of them are Hank.
Big difference.]