【 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.
(what a strange place. if there is one thing about the knave that is....unique, to put it lightly, it was that she doesn't sleep long. so, waking up in the middle of a strange contraption while having no idea on the when and how of arriving is not quite on her list of things she likes. her confusion (and oh is that large) continues after noticing another thing, her manner of dress. the knave was given a sheer white robe and pants. thin, thin enough that one could see the black and gray tones along her arms and legs. a clawed hand reaches to take hold of her seat before turning her attention now towards the other woman.
is that....wine? a thin white brow raises, now this is a strange woman she has as a "guest".
the knave gets up from the other seat slowly, the robe does little to cover the cursed markings along her arms and down her chest, beneath the curve of her breasts, too. she'll avoid questions on it, for now. what arlecchino does know is one thing, she has no idea where this even is while someone is deciding to start drinking in their current predicament.) Wouldn't wine now be a terrible idea, madam? You don't know if they could have altered it, our captors, that is. (that's what she would do by necessity. not with anything lethal or dangerous, but something meant to keep compliance in the right way.
now, what would compliance in the right way be for someone with an air as oppressive as this woman's? that is a case by case basis, one which she would not elaborate on. anyway, her attention is more on curiously looking around the stretch limo. what is this? this looked far too luxurious to come close to the aquabus of fontaine; her vague recollection of those reminds her that they are by no means this advanced, either. she almost is tempted to try seeing if there's a working door somewhere....if she can find that on her own. but it's best not to be in a hurry.
they've got time, she muses more to herself, though arlecchino would prefer to not be seen out of her element. after a little more searching, she manages to find a ponytail that she reaches to tie that lengthy hair of hers back into a low hanging one. much better.)
arrival belatedly
is that....wine? a thin white brow raises, now this is a strange woman she has as a "guest".
the knave gets up from the other seat slowly, the robe does little to cover the cursed markings along her arms and down her chest, beneath the curve of her breasts, too. she'll avoid questions on it, for now. what arlecchino does know is one thing, she has no idea where this even is while someone is deciding to start drinking in their current predicament.) Wouldn't wine now be a terrible idea, madam? You don't know if they could have altered it, our captors, that is. (that's what she would do by necessity. not with anything lethal or dangerous, but something meant to keep compliance in the right way.
now, what would compliance in the right way be for someone with an air as oppressive as this woman's? that is a case by case basis, one which she would not elaborate on. anyway, her attention is more on curiously looking around the stretch limo. what is this? this looked far too luxurious to come close to the aquabus of fontaine; her vague recollection of those reminds her that they are by no means this advanced, either. she almost is tempted to try seeing if there's a working door somewhere....if she can find that on her own. but it's best not to be in a hurry.
they've got time, she muses more to herself, though arlecchino would prefer to not be seen out of her element. after a little more searching, she manages to find a ponytail that she reaches to tie that lengthy hair of hers back into a low hanging one. much better.)