【 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.
(that smile was noticed, as pathetic as it is there was always that struggle. somehow being made to speak more to what people she's gotten to know has changed it piece by piece, some found out in different ways. cellinia herself might not ever say how. when faced with one's younger self (angry at the injustice, at herself, at everything from a system that destroys more than ever) on a war path to attempt killing you, it also adds to those thoughts being placed into perspective. texas even remembers the words screamed at her, every word that sunk deep. every remark about herself that was true, the wish for acceptance and a desire to no longer be trapped how she was.
the wish that she changed, but texas doesn't want to bring the mood down talking about the circumstances around that event. much less mention how the landscapes used her memories, she didn't want to talk about it because it's better not to. not until another time and place for that where she might no longer be so miserably pathetic.
texas however, knows one thing, that goes as a two-way street between them. knowing one another too well, despite telling themselves they do not, that they weren't that close. that's the problem in itself, isn't it? texas can say that of all the people she knows that lappland can read her to a point others could not. that maybe they both can do as easy as breathing between the soft sighs she makes between kisses, the nuzzling, and fingers running along patches of scars. she has too many. physically, probably otherwise, but she wants to lie more to herself. the only problem is that her lying wasn't working against the feeling of her lips. obsession from lappland, yearning from texas that she might not be able to say. sweet, poisonous, wanting.
her back hits the seats, beneath her this time and hair curtaining behind texas. like she were on one of the adult magazines she's seen around the resort, regardless of the pitiful state of her body. their bodies fit too well together, from that press of them and not daring to part when texas' arms goes around lappland proper, from the grind of their hips together. she moans, she moans into the kiss. feeding them like the sweets she often eats to lappland, her own hips rutting, grinding slowly against lappland's own. for someone that tells herself and lies so often to herself, there's nothing she can think about other than the feeling of heat, skin to skin, lips against lips with shivers running down her spine. sensual, but that can change to being graceless at any time.)
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the wish that she changed, but texas doesn't want to bring the mood down talking about the circumstances around that event. much less mention how the landscapes used her memories, she didn't want to talk about it because it's better not to. not until another time and place for that where she might no longer be so miserably pathetic.
texas however, knows one thing, that goes as a two-way street between them. knowing one another too well, despite telling themselves they do not, that they weren't that close. that's the problem in itself, isn't it? texas can say that of all the people she knows that lappland can read her to a point others could not. that maybe they both can do as easy as breathing between the soft sighs she makes between kisses, the nuzzling, and fingers running along patches of scars. she has too many. physically, probably otherwise, but she wants to lie more to herself. the only problem is that her lying wasn't working against the feeling of her lips. obsession from lappland, yearning from texas that she might not be able to say. sweet, poisonous, wanting.
her back hits the seats, beneath her this time and hair curtaining behind texas. like she were on one of the adult magazines she's seen around the resort, regardless of the pitiful state of her body. their bodies fit too well together, from that press of them and not daring to part when texas' arms goes around lappland proper, from the grind of their hips together. she moans, she moans into the kiss. feeding them like the sweets she often eats to lappland, her own hips rutting, grinding slowly against lappland's own. for someone that tells herself and lies so often to herself, there's nothing she can think about other than the feeling of heat, skin to skin, lips against lips with shivers running down her spine. sensual, but that can change to being graceless at any time.)