【 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 never thought of sea shanties as whimsical, but he loves whimsical things, so he doesn't object to her classification. "Piano is cool! Can you play it?" He sounds very sincere, mostly because he is, even if he had no particular feelings about the instrument himself before this conversation started. The thing is, he is always in awe of anyone who possesses skills that he doesn't, especially if they're also passionate about them. Plus, he never knew someone could become legendary for that, and it automatically makes her Chopin guy seem pretty badass in Luffy's book. "I've been looking for a musician for my crew," he tacks on, despite the fact that Pianos with all their sensitive wooden and wire components would not pair well with his dinky little caravel-sized pirate ship. That's a minor detail, surely!
And she follows it up with a pretty good question, actually, so she may be spared from any recruitment pitches for now either way. The thing about Luffy's purely vibes-based approach to morality is that he hasn't stopped to think about stuff like that, even though it's incredibly relevant to the lifestyle he has chosen. He taps the card he'd pulled against his cheek a few times, finally dusting off the lonely old braincell rattling around between his ears and giving the whole thing a few moments of consideration. "I guess they'd have to be hurting people who can't fight back, or something." His brow twitches down, like that doesn't feel complete. He doesn't explain himself very often, so he's terribly out of practice when he actually does try. "Or stopping people from being free, you know?" That one's very important to him, though he probably wouldn't be able to articulate why if asked. "It'd be pretty nice if there were no killing, though, you're right." She's smart, clearly! Though that does make him wonder: "What about you? If you had to, I mean." That's not really how this game works!! But Luffy is, as always, very curious and decidedly not a rule follower.
Nosily, he even cranes his neck to see what her card says when she doesn't voice it aloud immediately after. He blinks, a little unsure why that would stop her (he has never once met a social more that he let slow him down even a little bit), but mostly unsure about the implied frequency. He was certainly less interested in that stuff than most boys his age before coming here, and after... "Like, all alone?" Well, with three months living in the resort under his belt, he has a completely delusional idea of the ease—or difficulty, rather—of finding sexual partners outside of the wacky, ribald walls of the place. "Wouldn't that get boring, a bunch of times a day?" So sorry, Alice. He has no manners (or discretion) to speak of.
"Oh," Alice starts, shaking her head with immediate humility. "No, no. I'm not any good at all. I stopped playing a long time ago." She won't elaborate, which doesn't seem to be an issue since the leader of any crew likely wants someone competent in their role, at the very least.
Instead, she segues into where their conversation progresses, offering a nod that's both understanding and obviously agreeable, judging by her expression. She looks thoughtful at first and then impressed as he continues. It doesn't seem like a common belief in this place (which makes sense since it's all in her head, of course) that killing is better left undone.
Her back straightens a bit, intrigued, and she doesn't even notice that he's skipping the game rules to inquire further. His curiosity is both peculiar and charming. It encourages her to answer despite her growing uncertainty about what information might later come back to harm her.
"I kill... I've killed before," she admits, hesitating on the 'people' part of the sentence because, well. She and her mind are only one person. "For freedom. That's my reason, too."
Alice hesitates to show him her card, her own head twisting to look over at him and assess his response. He's a little... odd, she notes, in a way that makes her unsure of what he's going to say or what he's thinking. She laughs— loudly— because what he does end up saying is expectedly unexpected. A man who finds sex of any kind boring? Why do so many of them kill because of or for it if it's boring?
Her head shakes in amused disbelief as she tosses the card aside again, feeling the heat rise over her throat. It isn't often she feels like the pervert in a conversation, but the truth is that Alice's experience favors individuality. Up until a few months ago, the woman would say it was the only experience she had. So, Luffy, apologies in advance for her neurotic tendencies, but—
"My 'record' is something like six," she offers with a shrug meant to allude her nonchalance. She starts to circle the house of cards, studying the stack for her next choice as a means to distract herself from the current topic. Is it working? Does she seem like she doesn't care? Luffy is too earnest to notice her blush, she assumes, so she lets it deepen and conserves her nerves for whatever question is going to come next. "Pick a card, ... What's your name?"
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And she follows it up with a pretty good question, actually, so she may be spared from any recruitment pitches for now either way. The thing about Luffy's purely vibes-based approach to morality is that he hasn't stopped to think about stuff like that, even though it's incredibly relevant to the lifestyle he has chosen. He taps the card he'd pulled against his cheek a few times, finally dusting off the lonely old braincell rattling around between his ears and giving the whole thing a few moments of consideration. "I guess they'd have to be hurting people who can't fight back, or something." His brow twitches down, like that doesn't feel complete. He doesn't explain himself very often, so he's terribly out of practice when he actually does try. "Or stopping people from being free, you know?" That one's very important to him, though he probably wouldn't be able to articulate why if asked. "It'd be pretty nice if there were no killing, though, you're right." She's smart, clearly! Though that does make him wonder: "What about you? If you had to, I mean." That's not really how this game works!! But Luffy is, as always, very curious and decidedly not a rule follower.
Nosily, he even cranes his neck to see what her card says when she doesn't voice it aloud immediately after. He blinks, a little unsure why that would stop her (he has never once met a social more that he let slow him down even a little bit), but mostly unsure about the implied frequency. He was certainly less interested in that stuff than most boys his age before coming here, and after... "Like, all alone?" Well, with three months living in the resort under his belt, he has a completely delusional idea of the ease—or difficulty, rather—of finding sexual partners outside of the wacky, ribald walls of the place. "Wouldn't that get boring, a bunch of times a day?" So sorry, Alice. He has no manners (or discretion) to speak of.
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Instead, she segues into where their conversation progresses, offering a nod that's both understanding and obviously agreeable, judging by her expression. She looks thoughtful at first and then impressed as he continues. It doesn't seem like a common belief in this place (which makes sense since it's all in her head, of course) that killing is better left undone.
Her back straightens a bit, intrigued, and she doesn't even notice that he's skipping the game rules to inquire further. His curiosity is both peculiar and charming. It encourages her to answer despite her growing uncertainty about what information might later come back to harm her.
"I kill... I've killed before," she admits, hesitating on the 'people' part of the sentence because, well. She and her mind are only one person. "For freedom. That's my reason, too."
Alice hesitates to show him her card, her own head twisting to look over at him and assess his response. He's a little... odd, she notes, in a way that makes her unsure of what he's going to say or what he's thinking. She laughs— loudly— because what he does end up saying is expectedly unexpected. A man who finds sex of any kind boring? Why do so many of them kill because of or for it if it's boring?
Her head shakes in amused disbelief as she tosses the card aside again, feeling the heat rise over her throat. It isn't often she feels like the pervert in a conversation, but the truth is that Alice's experience favors individuality. Up until a few months ago, the woman would say it was the only experience she had. So, Luffy, apologies in advance for her neurotic tendencies, but—
"My 'record' is something like six," she offers with a shrug meant to allude her nonchalance. She starts to circle the house of cards, studying the stack for her next choice as a means to distract herself from the current topic. Is it working? Does she seem like she doesn't care? Luffy is too earnest to notice her blush, she assumes, so she lets it deepen and conserves her nerves for whatever question is going to come next. "Pick a card, ... What's your name?"