【 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.
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[Tohsaka herself has been in an out of... many outfits by this point. Either by spending too many hours in a dress that she asked for the staff to bring her a wardrobe change, or because some exuberant party-goer had the great idea to spill their champagne on her.
At this point she has lost count of the fancy gowns and sparkling jewelry that has been placed upon her skin only to be swapped out hours down the line. For now she wears a red cocktail dress. As the hours drone on the staff is hoping she'll be more loose, more lucky, with her fellow guests - which is why she's lacking tights.]
I think I was given a dud.
[Ace of Clubs results in a 1 - Submissive. Never before has her suit betrayed her so. Typically when it flares she doesn't notice much. Paranoia and obsession are just facets of herself. Yet this feels like true betrayal. Whether it's because it speaks to the truth or is a bold lie is anyone's guess.]
[How petulant. Miko chuckles like she finds these protests cute - and in truth, she does. There's something endearing about a girl who pouts at things not going to her particular plan.]
Really? I think I'm looking at something quite beautiful. [Easier for her to say, maybe, as the one who isn't clutching an unexpected role in her hand, but she has no qualms stating what she likes about it. In this endless party, especially, she's enjoying any time the celebration takes an unexpected turn.]
Chin up. [She punctuates her words with a gesture to match, dragging the narrow edge of her card along under the girl's throat and chin to lift it. The cardstock might as well be the point of a knife given the precision with which she drags it.] You may find your fortunes reversed in the future.
[She is acutely aware of the entrapments of gambling, promising the gem of "next time" always a few inches in the distance. It doesn't make her immune to indulging in the temptation. She pauses as the card ends its slow, encouraging drag, letting it linger there with gentle pressure before finally withdrawing it.]
[...Oh. The touch of the card against her skin in such a way is so evocative. For a moment Rin's heart beats fast in her chest, and a bit of warmth reaches the apples of her cheeks. The woman with her certainly is objectively beautiful. Her voice has a familiar lilt to it that makes Rin's skin tingle, but every word she says is ironclad. Nothing seemingly out of place with someone who simply wants to play a game with a willing participant.
She even gives Rin the chance to leave. Not even forcing her in any way to be bound to the game at hand. Framing that question as if Tohsaka has all the choice in the world. As if there's nothing stopping her from rejecting her status as a ( 1 ). Honestly, the way the question is asked is probably the whole reason why Rin stays in the first place. There's no implication of loss on Yae's end, but Rin still somehow feels it under her skin.]
Well, if I leave I'm not going to get anything out of it - am I?
Only your dignity. [She taps the card against Rin's nose playfully, teasing that delicate little line.] I'll have to return it at the end, anyway.
[That's the nature of these exchanges. There is taking and giving, elaborate agreements, both spoken and unsaid, about what can be yielded. Contracts aren't typically her purview, but she can handle a good negotiation when she can be bothered.]
Or maybe I'll keep it? [Miko brings the Ace to her mouth instead, poorly "shielding" her shrewd chuckle. It's all dignity and grace packaging an utterly ruthless tease. Does she even mean what she says? To some people, that's part of the appeal; to others, it's very frightening.] Considering what's on offer, I'd say that's still a great deal. But I can be very generous.
... "Thank you, Lady Yae" is the sort of thing I'd expect to hear in regards to that. [The way she says it is pointed, but it's part of the setup, too. Though she does like it, the thought of this cute little blushing thing stumbling over her honorifics, it's secondary. Just how does Rin intend to play along?]
[Generous? Hah! Rin can only guess that Yae is as generous as she, herself, is. Despite the warmth that floods her cheeks and the color that dusts across the tips of her ears, Tohsaka decides to be a little pain. Because why not? Someone who gets to have all the power should actually work for it.]
Thank you, Lady Yae.
[She replies with more attitude and less reverence than she should. No need to roll her eyes when the bite of disobedience is clear in her voice. Rin turns her nose up. Haughty and clearly meant as a taunt — in the same way the gesture of her pushing a lock of her wavy, dark hair over her shoulder is.]
[Tsk. She clicks her tongue in clinical disappointment, treating this akin to an inspection where the evaluation has come out wanting. The girl's role in the game might be to act bratty, but she's found that such types often get wound up craving approval.]
And here I had such high hopes. Fortunately, I have some experience bringing out the best in unruly girls with potential. [Never mind that how she manages her shrine maidens might be leagues different or uncannily similar. She's not leaving space to question the truth of her statement or validity of her methods.
Rin flicks her hair back over her shoulder, and Yae moves to intercept it. She winds it through her fingers, letting it coil between them in loop after loop. It's gentle, but Rin is surely observant enough to notice it becoming gradually tighter.]
Come along. [She tugs. If it were ever possible for hair pulling to feel like it was being done "for your own good," this would probably be it.] Or I'll drag you through the house faster than you can say "aster." [A key that someone who wanted to slither would have to pick up for themselves; otherwise, Rin is getting led into the chamber, her hair the anchor line between them.]
[Lacking in all manner of dignity, Rin yelps when Yae tugs at her hair. At first she has to stumble forward, but eventually she's following along just as Yae wants to the private alcove meant for the dominance and submission play that the game asks them for. At this point the young woman's face turns red as a tomato, and surprise is clear on her face. She did not expect such a lovely woman to be so... so... !]
A-ah! Yes, Lady Yae, of course Lady—
[Is the change in tune temporary, or has Rin learned her lesson? Probably the former. She cares too much about her appearance to mess with a woman who could take a chunk of her hair out.
Her skin is warm. Her heart beats fast. Is this excitement? She's not going to unpack that.]
That's better. [She doesn't linger on the praise because it isn't fully earned. The stern edge to her voice is still intact; she won't be so easily fooled. Anyone can grovel and apologize in the face of danger. What it does earn Rin is a firm hand that leads without further dragging once she proves she can keep pace. Miko doesn't rush her, giving her plenty of time to take in the experience of being reined across the common area to their destination.]
Down here. Arms behind your back. [She gestures to the floor of their secluded side room once they've arrived. Compared to the compliments and congeniality at the beginning of their meeting, the warmth is gone. She has no praise right now for Rin's cuteness or her potential obedience.] Next time, you'll have a public apology to give instead. For now, you still have some say in your regimen. Since you had so much to say before, maybe reciting lines will help with your mouth.
[Miko waits to make sure her instructions are followed. Was Rin expecting that submission would be all about a beautiful woman touching her immediately? If she was, then perhaps that's something she's being built up to ask to receive.]
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At this point she has lost count of the fancy gowns and sparkling jewelry that has been placed upon her skin only to be swapped out hours down the line. For now she wears a red cocktail dress. As the hours drone on the staff is hoping she'll be more loose, more lucky, with her fellow guests - which is why she's lacking tights.]
I think I was given a dud.
[Ace of Clubs results in a 1 - Submissive. Never before has her suit betrayed her so. Typically when it flares she doesn't notice much. Paranoia and obsession are just facets of herself. Yet this feels like true betrayal. Whether it's because it speaks to the truth or is a bold lie is anyone's guess.]
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Really? I think I'm looking at something quite beautiful. [Easier for her to say, maybe, as the one who isn't clutching an unexpected role in her hand, but she has no qualms stating what she likes about it. In this endless party, especially, she's enjoying any time the celebration takes an unexpected turn.]
Chin up. [She punctuates her words with a gesture to match, dragging the narrow edge of her card along under the girl's throat and chin to lift it. The cardstock might as well be the point of a knife given the precision with which she drags it.] You may find your fortunes reversed in the future.
[She is acutely aware of the entrapments of gambling, promising the gem of "next time" always a few inches in the distance. It doesn't make her immune to indulging in the temptation. She pauses as the card ends its slow, encouraging drag, letting it linger there with gentle pressure before finally withdrawing it.]
Does this mean you'll be leaving?
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She even gives Rin the chance to leave. Not even forcing her in any way to be bound to the game at hand. Framing that question as if Tohsaka has all the choice in the world. As if there's nothing stopping her from rejecting her status as a ( 1 ). Honestly, the way the question is asked is probably the whole reason why Rin stays in the first place. There's no implication of loss on Yae's end, but Rin still somehow feels it under her skin.]
Well, if I leave I'm not going to get anything out of it - am I?
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[That's the nature of these exchanges. There is taking and giving, elaborate agreements, both spoken and unsaid, about what can be yielded. Contracts aren't typically her purview, but she can handle a good negotiation when she can be bothered.]
Or maybe I'll keep it? [Miko brings the Ace to her mouth instead, poorly "shielding" her shrewd chuckle. It's all dignity and grace packaging an utterly ruthless tease. Does she even mean what she says? To some people, that's part of the appeal; to others, it's very frightening.] Considering what's on offer, I'd say that's still a great deal. But I can be very generous.
... "Thank you, Lady Yae" is the sort of thing I'd expect to hear in regards to that. [The way she says it is pointed, but it's part of the setup, too. Though she does like it, the thought of this cute little blushing thing stumbling over her honorifics, it's secondary. Just how does Rin intend to play along?]
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Thank you, Lady Yae.
[She replies with more attitude and less reverence than she should. No need to roll her eyes when the bite of disobedience is clear in her voice. Rin turns her nose up. Haughty and clearly meant as a taunt — in the same way the gesture of her pushing a lock of her wavy, dark hair over her shoulder is.]
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And here I had such high hopes. Fortunately, I have some experience bringing out the best in unruly girls with potential. [Never mind that how she manages her shrine maidens might be leagues different or uncannily similar. She's not leaving space to question the truth of her statement or validity of her methods.
Rin flicks her hair back over her shoulder, and Yae moves to intercept it. She winds it through her fingers, letting it coil between them in loop after loop. It's gentle, but Rin is surely observant enough to notice it becoming gradually tighter.]
Come along. [She tugs. If it were ever possible for hair pulling to feel like it was being done "for your own good," this would probably be it.] Or I'll drag you through the house faster than you can say "aster." [A key that someone who wanted to slither would have to pick up for themselves; otherwise, Rin is getting led into the chamber, her hair the anchor line between them.]
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A-ah! Yes, Lady Yae, of course Lady—
[Is the change in tune temporary, or has Rin learned her lesson? Probably the former. She cares too much about her appearance to mess with a woman who could take a chunk of her hair out.
Her skin is warm. Her heart beats fast. Is this excitement? She's not going to unpack that.]
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Down here. Arms behind your back. [She gestures to the floor of their secluded side room once they've arrived. Compared to the compliments and congeniality at the beginning of their meeting, the warmth is gone. She has no praise right now for Rin's cuteness or her potential obedience.] Next time, you'll have a public apology to give instead. For now, you still have some say in your regimen. Since you had so much to say before, maybe reciting lines will help with your mouth.
[Miko waits to make sure her instructions are followed. Was Rin expecting that submission would be all about a beautiful woman touching her immediately? If she was, then perhaps that's something she's being built up to ask to receive.]
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