【 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.
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Smells like Wing nonsense, if you ask me. I'm not much of a genius compared to Faust, but that's all I know for now.
[ but that's the thing. their business should be done in P Corp, or at least their mission with regards to la manchaland.
she looks out the window, already missing the way the city landscape sails on by as they traveled from one district to another. ]
Well, no use feeling sorry for myself here. [ she opens the door and gets out, dusting off her robe. ] If there's one thing I learned as a sailor and it's the sooner you adapt in nonsense situations like this one, the better. Come on, Gregor.
You're still better at all that kind of stuff than I am.
[lil' miss honor student. of course she'd take the lead to get off this bus and head out; he doesn't mind it, though, falling into step after her with a slightly awkward gait. hard not to feel a little exposed like this.]
Figure you're right, though. If nothing else, we oughta get the lay of the land-- or the, ah, garage?
You've gone through way worse, though. Being stuck here in the middle of nowhere isn't all that bad compared to what we went through in the City.
[ ishmael remains unflappable as she starts powerwalking towards... idk, anywhere but gregor's car of choice. the garage is insanely big, though. just how many people are are in this entire building? ]
Anyway, I don't even know where to go looking. There should be a security guard here or something...
Yelling? That's a good idea. How about you do it--
[ ishmael suddenly stops in her steps, holding gregor back as she spies something in the distance. there's a uniformed man going through a truck of a lamborghini as though looking for something, he turns around and sees them, eyes growing the size of plates, then runs off. ]
What are you-- Hey! Get back here!! [ sorry greg, she's literally pulling you by the hand here as she chases the valet(?) at breakneck speed. hope he can keep up... ]
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[and why would it just be them? there have to be better choices.
gregor hauls himself up off the floor and onto a seat with a stifled groan, his back protesting at being crouched down there for too long.]
Not that I'm saying I'd want them to be in the same situation, but it makes even less sense than anything else we do.
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[ but that's the thing. their business should be done in P Corp, or at least their mission with regards to la manchaland.
she looks out the window, already missing the way the city landscape sails on by as they traveled from one district to another. ]
Well, no use feeling sorry for myself here. [ she opens the door and gets out, dusting off her robe. ] If there's one thing I learned as a sailor and it's the sooner you adapt in nonsense situations like this one, the better. Come on, Gregor.
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[lil' miss honor student. of course she'd take the lead to get off this bus and head out; he doesn't mind it, though, falling into step after her with a slightly awkward gait. hard not to feel a little exposed like this.]
Figure you're right, though. If nothing else, we oughta get the lay of the land-- or the, ah, garage?
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[ ishmael remains unflappable as she starts powerwalking towards... idk, anywhere but gregor's car of choice. the garage is insanely big, though. just how many people are are in this entire building? ]
Anyway, I don't even know where to go looking. There should be a security guard here or something...
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[hmm. he trots after her, glancing one way and then another, keeping an eye out for any signs of life. preferably uniformed life.]
Maybe we'll be better off if we just start yelling for 'em.
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[ ishmael suddenly stops in her steps, holding gregor back as she spies something in the distance. there's a uniformed man going through a truck of a lamborghini as though looking for something, he turns around and sees them, eyes growing the size of plates, then runs off. ]
What are you-- Hey! Get back here!! [ sorry greg, she's literally pulling you by the hand here as she chases the valet(?) at breakneck speed. hope he can keep up... ]