【 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.
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[ by rights, arlecchino is more suited to these things than clorinde is. she's been roped into many a ball and party, of course—the curse of being a title bearer—but she's always felt out of place. she isn't gifted in the art of doublespeak like wriothesley, nor is she as vivacious and chatty as navia; even arlecchino herself commands attention that is both intimidating and captivating in equal measure, otherworldly and mysterious. clorinde has always been content to observe, yet her time in the resort has only served to force her hand time and again.
arlecchino sweeps her hair to the side to reveal the slender column of her throat, the sharp jawline and cheekbone; the delicate curve of her ear. clorinde leans over, lifting a hand to frame arlecchino's jaw with a light touch while her other rests on the other woman's knee. to anyone else, it'd look as if she were telling her a secret, the brush of her lips against her earlobe hidden by the fall of her hair. ]
Nothing is ever as it seems, [ she murmurs, nipping at arlecchino's earlobe lightly. ] And they're always watching.
(to say that she might even thrive in the resort is something, arlecchino of all people who hardly seems the type. but she is good at adjusting, at adapting to her environment. as someone that often reaches deep in many subjects as a reason to study, learn more about a variety of things, it's only fitting. she stands out in her intimidation and her mysteries. attractive, yet with that sense of danger that would never leave her. a wicked woman, a lone devil. however, she was often of the thought that sitting out of the crowd suits herself perfect. observing others while also enjoying quiet fit for herself. taking time off the stage as others step on board before her.
whatever happens, she will be fine. the knave knows that while those bottomless eyes fall on clorinde in her silence. the touch to her jaw, her knee as warm heat radiates from her strongly. not from her vision and from something more while she hums in approval. a soft sigh at the nip of clorinde's teeth being featherlight. that did catch her attention, was she meaning the house? arlecchino could presume that, from her questions being brushed aside, outside what information she can obtain.)
Hmm, our mysterious "captors" are interesting.... (a whisper, low and deep. almost like purring from that look in her eye, how the red crosses almost glow.) Though I suppose I shouldn't expect otherwise, I had thought they must be. It seemed too convenient to only strip us of our weapons and visions alone.
[ at the end of the day, it's all about survival, isn't it? they all must learn to adapt; some may achieve that quicker than others, just as some who would prefer to observe may not always have that luxury. such is the nature of this place. but neither of them are the kind of people who would settle for being in a position of defeat, and as strange as it may be, a part of her is interested to see how arlecchino's stay will turn out: whether she will aim to raze the resort to the ground before she secures herself at the top of the ranks. ]
Quite. As well as the fact that you and I are both here at the same time. [ if the resort was aiming to cripple fontaine's defenses, taking her and wriothesley out of the picture would be more than sufficient. bringing the knave as well doesn't align. ] There's something else they stand to gain.
[ what that is, she hasn't figured out yet. for now, she leans back in her seat, the hand at arlecchino's jaw falling away. but clorinde's hand remains on her knee, waiting to see what combination arlecchino rolls next. ]
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arlecchino sweeps her hair to the side to reveal the slender column of her throat, the sharp jawline and cheekbone; the delicate curve of her ear. clorinde leans over, lifting a hand to frame arlecchino's jaw with a light touch while her other rests on the other woman's knee. to anyone else, it'd look as if she were telling her a secret, the brush of her lips against her earlobe hidden by the fall of her hair. ]
Nothing is ever as it seems, [ she murmurs, nipping at arlecchino's earlobe lightly. ] And they're always watching.
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whatever happens, she will be fine. the knave knows that while those bottomless eyes fall on clorinde in her silence. the touch to her jaw, her knee as warm heat radiates from her strongly. not from her vision and from something more while she hums in approval. a soft sigh at the nip of clorinde's teeth being featherlight. that did catch her attention, was she meaning the house? arlecchino could presume that, from her questions being brushed aside, outside what information she can obtain.)
Hmm, our mysterious "captors" are interesting.... (a whisper, low and deep. almost like purring from that look in her eye, how the red crosses almost glow.) Though I suppose I shouldn't expect otherwise, I had thought they must be. It seemed too convenient to only strip us of our weapons and visions alone.
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Quite. As well as the fact that you and I are both here at the same time. [ if the resort was aiming to cripple fontaine's defenses, taking her and wriothesley out of the picture would be more than sufficient. bringing the knave as well doesn't align. ] There's something else they stand to gain.
[ what that is, she hasn't figured out yet. for now, she leans back in her seat, the hand at arlecchino's jaw falling away. but clorinde's hand remains on her knee, waiting to see what combination arlecchino rolls next. ]