【 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.
[ he's relieved to see she's in lighter spirits. it prompts a small smile of his own, even if he still looks a little sheepish about this whole endeavor. he makes sure to be a steady anchor for her as she works to get some leverage. on the chair's seat he helps to guide her feet, but he doesn't yet release her ankle or her hand just in case she floats off again. ]
Do you feel a little more stable?
[ heavier, maybe? he's not entirely sure what to look out for her. it's not as if she looks particularly... bouyant... but maybe it's different if you're the one experiencing it. maybe there's a particular feeling associated with it? hopefully the chair will help some, but all the same, he folds his hand over the one she's got on the back of the chair, and angles himself just so that she can lean on him if she needs to. ]
Do you want to try stepping down?
[ at her ankle, his hand slackens just slightly — enough that his fingers span out over the delicate bone, and his palm can slide up just a little higher along her calf. ]
I'm finally back up to speed as of today, thanks for your patience!
I'm pleased to meet you, Marco, despite the circumstances.
[ Had she chosen this weightlessness she can see how it might feel somewhat freeing, perhaps a bit like the time Caleb turned her into a literal eagle and she had what she can only consider the privilege of flying through the Vale.
But that, she can't help thinking again as she hovers beside the chair, was invited. ]
Stepping down now.
[ Marco is, to her eye, solidly built. She is less likely to lift him off the floor and successfully carry him straight to the ceiling than she is take off with the chair so her grasp on him is the more anchoring grip, the two of them positioned a bit as though this is a dance they've entered with the chair as their third partner.
Yet her very purposeful step down with the leg his hand is on, a touch that while innocent enough is still more casually intimate than she is with most people from day to day, doesn't stay firm on the seat of the chair long, her body rising by increments. Even her hold on his shoulder slowly begins to tug at his suit as her body threatens to rise. ]
Perhaps you can guide both of my feet to the floor and I can reassess from there.
[ As no-nonsense as she tries to be about it, the situation is full nonsense and the smile she gives him when she makes eye contact again is not without a hint of apology. He is a complete stranger: it's kind of him to continue to help. ]
not at all! take your time
[ he's relieved to see she's in lighter spirits. it prompts a small smile of his own, even if he still looks a little sheepish about this whole endeavor. he makes sure to be a steady anchor for her as she works to get some leverage. on the chair's seat he helps to guide her feet, but he doesn't yet release her ankle or her hand just in case she floats off again. ]
Do you feel a little more stable?
[ heavier, maybe? he's not entirely sure what to look out for her. it's not as if she looks particularly... bouyant... but maybe it's different if you're the one experiencing it. maybe there's a particular feeling associated with it? hopefully the chair will help some, but all the same, he folds his hand over the one she's got on the back of the chair, and angles himself just so that she can lean on him if she needs to. ]
Do you want to try stepping down?
[ at her ankle, his hand slackens just slightly — enough that his fingers span out over the delicate bone, and his palm can slide up just a little higher along her calf. ]
I'm finally back up to speed as of today, thanks for your patience!
[ Had she chosen this weightlessness she can see how it might feel somewhat freeing, perhaps a bit like the time Caleb turned her into a literal eagle and she had what she can only consider the privilege of flying through the Vale.
But that, she can't help thinking again as she hovers beside the chair, was invited. ]
Stepping down now.
[ Marco is, to her eye, solidly built. She is less likely to lift him off the floor and successfully carry him straight to the ceiling than she is take off with the chair so her grasp on him is the more anchoring grip, the two of them positioned a bit as though this is a dance they've entered with the chair as their third partner.
Yet her very purposeful step down with the leg his hand is on, a touch that while innocent enough is still more casually intimate than she is with most people from day to day, doesn't stay firm on the seat of the chair long, her body rising by increments. Even her hold on his shoulder slowly begins to tug at his suit as her body threatens to rise. ]
Perhaps you can guide both of my feet to the floor and I can reassess from there.
[ As no-nonsense as she tries to be about it, the situation is full nonsense and the smile she gives him when she makes eye contact again is not without a hint of apology. He is a complete stranger: it's kind of him to continue to help. ]