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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.
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It was. Though, the day I awoke was tumultuous already. I had not been given time at all to prepare myself.
[ she recalls it now, the embarrassing memory of finding herself tricked by a magical leash and collar, one that snagged her by the neck and demanded another guest be her 'master'. it wouldn't release either of them unless a condition was met—a sexual act of sorts, befitting of the environment she'd found herself in. mona has not stumbled across another bewitched item since, but it made a large impression.
you mustn't put your trust in the features here. the house will use anything to encourage salacious behavior. ]
Be wary of anything charmed, [ she warns, nose wrinkling in displeasure. ] They will influence you regardless of your reservations.
[ another two feathers are removed, and then mona sets the comb onto the bed. her hair, long and spilling down her back and shoulders in rivulets, is no longer is disarray. now, she can finally take a long-earned sip of tea to help alleviate her migraine. ]
I am certain you've read about it, but there is also the matter of your suit. Should you avoid any relations at all, it will take it upon itself to correct that.
[He wonders at the meaning of her words, only able to guess at the implications — no time to prepare herself? It deepens the downward curve of his mouth. Perhaps he should be more grateful for these strange, dreaming days over the course of the party to orient himself to his surroundings. Nothing has yet been thrust upon him, nothing has influenced his behaviors or actions that he's noticed. And he would notice, he promises himself.
The suit. There's a slight tilt of his chin, eyes staring into the still, glassy surface of his tea, steam pluming as it continues to cool. He'd done his best to research everything he could through the device — so he understands what she references.]
What is yours? Of the four suits. [... Ah. Sunday looks up, caught by the sight of the woman's long, silky hair. A beauty well-suited for a dream.] I apologize. You were the one who wanted to ask questions, and here I am, not allowing you the chance.
[Will he ever stop trying to control things... no...]
[ he is silent for a moment, and in that time, mona takes a few long sips of her tea before placing it to the side and reaching for a plump biscuit. steam unfurls upon tearing it open, and she smiles to herself in her satisfaction. it's as mona is carefully smearing cinnamon-flavored butter into its warm crevice that sunday speaks again.
she pauses, and then lifts out her left arm for him to get a proper look at the symbol imbued into her wrist. the knife is held delicately between her fingers. ]
I was assigned a Diamond. [ sure enough, its shape has been inked into her fair skin, visibly elegant in design and curvaceous. little stars are mottled around it. mona supposes they are meant to represent her passion as an astrologist. ] I believe I received this suit because of my lack of initiative.
[ she snorts softly before resuming spreading the butter. ]
And my first question is a simple one. Will you become my disciple?
[A Diamond. His fingertips are hesitant, barely making contact with Mona's slender wrist as if not daring to visit the flawless surface of her skin — but his eyes have found that elegant suit and affixed to it. He can't really look away from the sight of patterned stars surrounding the mark, delicate as freckles.]
It's beautiful.
[Yes, he whispers it aloud, and unlike the flustering of earlier his voice is confident. He doesn't feel ashamed to state his opinion, since it is the truth.
— Lack of initiative? The remark goes over his head, as unfortunately he still lacks the knowledge of what the suits each mean; he only knows that there are four, and they divide all of the guests into categories. It's her question that shocks him, chin tilting up, expression open.]
I... beg your pardon. You'll need to be more clear, Miss Megistus. Your disciple?
[ mona nonchalantly licks her finger of excess butter and does away with the knife. ]
Oh? Is it an unusual question?
[ beside her, sunday looks thoroughly lost, but she isn't perturbed in the slightest. rather, this is all going as planned. it would just appear that she'll have to elaborate a little to get him onto the same page. a master should be benevolent, so this isn't of issue.
she nibbles into her biscuit while flourishing her free hand. a watery disk stretches into existence, its surface containing an arrangement of symbols and small texts that would take an average astrologist a minimum of two weeks to decipher. mona, however, doesn't struggle to view them at all; her finger scans them with ease. ]
You are very interesting, Sunday. Someone with your capabilities at my side would benefit me. [ at least she's honest. ] Of course, I would do my utmost to advise you, too.
[ when she glances at him, his features are dappled in reflections of hydro. ]
[Oh. He's not — upset by the statement, or its honesty. But it does surprise him, because it's not what he expected and he fears he may have led her on, at least in regard to who he is. What he's done.]
... You aren't aware of my capabilities. We've only just met.
[Yes, he may be unpracticed in what this place demands of its guests, but he understands that his past is heavier than he should put on anyone, especially her. Someone clearly brilliant and capable.]
Unless that is something you've intuited as well.
[She did uncover his name so effortlessly, after all — the Harmony's presence would be only another step, even if it appears more as an impression of light around him, softly thrumming. The call of a distant, harmonic chorus.]
Have you taken on disciples before? Are any of them here in this place, now?
mona pulls her finger away from its surface to bring the disk a bit closer to sunday's side, gesturing at the many glyphs and symbols reflected there. of course, he has not studied how to read them, exactly, but there's information obviously being presented. a number of things, some flickering and clipping with the flow of hydro. ]
I would have to sit and properly analyze the data, but I can discern enough about you to know you are valuable.
[ praise from mona megistus... oh, how pleasant. ]
Here, in this world, I have just one disciple. You would be my second.
[There is no recognition in his gaze as he studies the scryglass, features lit in the glow of glyphs, but curiosity makes up the difference. To imagine so much could be divined from this source — it's a wondrous example of another world, something he would never have witnessed if he hadn't taken that first step off of Penacony's shoreline.
... A look darkens on his face in the next moment, something internally wounded, an imperceptible hurt. She wouldn't know why her statement is not a compliment to him, and so he chooses his words carefully.]
I apologize, but I'll have to refuse. Not because your power isn't magnificent to behold — I can only imagine what it would be like to learn the stars as you have. But... I've made mistakes in the past. While I may have value to you, it wouldn't be for any good reason.
[ despite his refusal, mona does not appear perturbed. she simply dispels her scryglass with a flick of her wrist, scarce, hardly visible water droplets scattering onto the carpet by their feet. mona then uses that hand to reach out to touch the bottom of sunday's jaw, carefully turning his chin in her direction so that he is looking into her eyes.
a smile is curving her lips. it's knowing, confident. ]
Then, I will rephrase, [ she says, tilting her head slightly and sending black hair over her shoulder. ] You will become my disciple.
[ it isn't a polite request anymore. ]
While it is true I find you valuable, I am also interested in you, Sunday. Will you trust in the 'magnificence' of my powers? Because of it, I know that your mistakes do not define you. The glimpses I saw were enough.
[ she delicately releases him. mona then sits up straight again. ]
Your fate here will be arduous but not without positive twists. I want to guide you.
[The touch turns his head, her fingertips cool against his skin — he has no choice but to look back at her, unable to conceal the surprise that washes over his face. Against such certain confidence, his own uncertainty dims.
What does she see when she looks at him? For a moment he's crippled by the thought of that question, cut to the naked bone. Glimpses. Glimpses of what? Perhaps all of it, all of his mistakes, are projected by the light of the stars that she reads, and it was known from the beginning.
Or perhaps it isn't so clear, but her genius is enough. The magnificence of that power is all she needs.
Feeling shaken, he stands, brushing off his lap as if he was the one nibbling on a biscuit.]
Your belief in me is... too kind, Miss Megistus. Allow me to consider it seriously then.
[Listen, he's still recovering from being a cult leader.]
[ the despondence darkening his features softens with her bold display, and then sunday appears to regain a bit of peace of mind. mona is not an idiot; convincing him immediately would be a difficult. with time, however... she hopes that sunday will feel comfortable enough to trust her. the way in which he marveled her magic was pleasant, and with what she can discern about him, he is someone in need of support.
so, she doesn't reply just yet, finishing off her biscuit as he makes a move to stand once more. the nervous tic sunday displays afterwards is admittedly endearing. ]
Good, [ she says, reaching out to wipe her hand on a napkin. ] An answer like that is satisfactory.
[ when mona lifts her gaze up to look at him, her confident smile has transitioned into one a little gentler. ]
We will meet again, Sunday. For now, please look after yourself.
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[ she recalls it now, the embarrassing memory of finding herself tricked by a magical leash and collar, one that snagged her by the neck and demanded another guest be her 'master'. it wouldn't release either of them unless a condition was met—a sexual act of sorts, befitting of the environment she'd found herself in. mona has not stumbled across another bewitched item since, but it made a large impression.
you mustn't put your trust in the features here. the house will use anything to encourage salacious behavior. ]
Be wary of anything charmed, [ she warns, nose wrinkling in displeasure. ] They will influence you regardless of your reservations.
[ another two feathers are removed, and then mona sets the comb onto the bed. her hair, long and spilling down her back and shoulders in rivulets, is no longer is disarray. now, she can finally take a long-earned sip of tea to help alleviate her migraine. ]
I am certain you've read about it, but there is also the matter of your suit. Should you avoid any relations at all, it will take it upon itself to correct that.
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The suit. There's a slight tilt of his chin, eyes staring into the still, glassy surface of his tea, steam pluming as it continues to cool. He'd done his best to research everything he could through the device — so he understands what she references.]
What is yours? Of the four suits. [... Ah. Sunday looks up, caught by the sight of the woman's long, silky hair. A beauty well-suited for a dream.] I apologize. You were the one who wanted to ask questions, and here I am, not allowing you the chance.
[Will he ever stop trying to control things... no...]
Is there anything you'd like to know?
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she pauses, and then lifts out her left arm for him to get a proper look at the symbol imbued into her wrist. the knife is held delicately between her fingers. ]
I was assigned a Diamond. [ sure enough, its shape has been inked into her fair skin, visibly elegant in design and curvaceous. little stars are mottled around it. mona supposes they are meant to represent her passion as an astrologist. ] I believe I received this suit because of my lack of initiative.
[ she snorts softly before resuming spreading the butter. ]
And my first question is a simple one. Will you become my disciple?
[ that is not very simple, miss megistus... ]
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It's beautiful.
[Yes, he whispers it aloud, and unlike the flustering of earlier his voice is confident. He doesn't feel ashamed to state his opinion, since it is the truth.
— Lack of initiative? The remark goes over his head, as unfortunately he still lacks the knowledge of what the suits each mean; he only knows that there are four, and they divide all of the guests into categories. It's her question that shocks him, chin tilting up, expression open.]
I... beg your pardon. You'll need to be more clear, Miss Megistus. Your disciple?
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Oh? Is it an unusual question?
[ beside her, sunday looks thoroughly lost, but she isn't perturbed in the slightest. rather, this is all going as planned. it would just appear that she'll have to elaborate a little to get him onto the same page. a master should be benevolent, so this isn't of issue.
she nibbles into her biscuit while flourishing her free hand. a watery disk stretches into existence, its surface containing an arrangement of symbols and small texts that would take an average astrologist a minimum of two weeks to decipher. mona, however, doesn't struggle to view them at all; her finger scans them with ease. ]
You are very interesting, Sunday. Someone with your capabilities at my side would benefit me. [ at least she's honest. ] Of course, I would do my utmost to advise you, too.
[ when she glances at him, his features are dappled in reflections of hydro. ]
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... You aren't aware of my capabilities. We've only just met.
[Yes, he may be unpracticed in what this place demands of its guests, but he understands that his past is heavier than he should put on anyone, especially her. Someone clearly brilliant and capable.]
Unless that is something you've intuited as well.
[She did uncover his name so effortlessly, after all — the Harmony's presence would be only another step, even if it appears more as an impression of light around him, softly thrumming. The call of a distant, harmonic chorus.]
Have you taken on disciples before? Are any of them here in this place, now?
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[ or more specifically, her scryglass.
mona pulls her finger away from its surface to bring the disk a bit closer to sunday's side, gesturing at the many glyphs and symbols reflected there. of course, he has not studied how to read them, exactly, but there's information obviously being presented. a number of things, some flickering and clipping with the flow of hydro. ]
I would have to sit and properly analyze the data, but I can discern enough about you to know you are valuable.
[ praise from mona megistus... oh, how pleasant. ]
Here, in this world, I have just one disciple. You would be my second.
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... A look darkens on his face in the next moment, something internally wounded, an imperceptible hurt. She wouldn't know why her statement is not a compliment to him, and so he chooses his words carefully.]
I apologize, but I'll have to refuse. Not because your power isn't magnificent to behold — I can only imagine what it would be like to learn the stars as you have. But... I've made mistakes in the past. While I may have value to you, it wouldn't be for any good reason.
[It's Not You, It's Me.]
I hope you can understand.
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a smile is curving her lips. it's knowing, confident. ]
Then, I will rephrase, [ she says, tilting her head slightly and sending black hair over her shoulder. ] You will become my disciple.
[ it isn't a polite request anymore. ]
While it is true I find you valuable, I am also interested in you, Sunday. Will you trust in the 'magnificence' of my powers? Because of it, I know that your mistakes do not define you. The glimpses I saw were enough.
[ she delicately releases him. mona then sits up straight again. ]
Your fate here will be arduous but not without positive twists. I want to guide you.
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What does she see when she looks at him? For a moment he's crippled by the thought of that question, cut to the naked bone. Glimpses. Glimpses of what? Perhaps all of it, all of his mistakes, are projected by the light of the stars that she reads, and it was known from the beginning.
Or perhaps it isn't so clear, but her genius is enough. The magnificence of that power is all she needs.
Feeling shaken, he stands, brushing off his lap as if he was the one nibbling on a biscuit.]
Your belief in me is... too kind, Miss Megistus. Allow me to consider it seriously then.
[Listen, he's still recovering from being a cult leader.]
I should leave you to your breakfast now.
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so, she doesn't reply just yet, finishing off her biscuit as he makes a move to stand once more. the nervous tic sunday displays afterwards is admittedly endearing. ]
Good, [ she says, reaching out to wipe her hand on a napkin. ] An answer like that is satisfactory.
[ when mona lifts her gaze up to look at him, her confident smile has transitioned into one a little gentler. ]
We will meet again, Sunday. For now, please look after yourself.
[ will, she emphasizes.
fate has been decided. ]