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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.
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▶ 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!
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Aw, hell yeah, I'm sure it was great! [ he's so..... dumb.... but apparently he can't recall anything either. ]
I just had this sorta feeling.. maybe it's 'cause you're kinda my type! For a guy-- small and cute. I love it! [ what does that mean... his type.. but it's really hard to tell if he saw anything else besides his familiar love marks. ]
Do people give you a hard time here because of that? [ because of being twinky, he means.. ]
[ Of course all Fuuta can think to do for a hot second is sputter out that indignant squawk. On the one hand, he's glad that Beowulf seems to be paying zero mind to the fact that neither of them(?) remember their little tryst(???) since that's not really any sort of drama he's willing to endure. But on the other -- 'small and cute.' What kind of guy wants to be called 'small and cute'??? E-even if ... it's followed up by that oh-so-casual and seemingly earnest 'I love it.' Who the hell says that???
He's gone red all the way up to his ears in an instant, and the only thing keeping him from barking about how it's fucking rude to call anyone 'small and cute' is the fact that this guy seems so entirely well-meaning that it's hard to be mad. Fuuta instead settles for scuffing a hand over his face to try and quell the thudding in his chest before he grumbles, ]
... I mean ... I guess not. You're not the only one that's called me -- [ ughhh ] -- 'cute.' [ You can practically hear the air quotes around that word. ] But it's not like I want to be short, you know. It's more that you guys are unfairly huge ... though it'd make sense a place like this'd mostly want tall and built and conventionally attractive people, though. Guess you fit the bill in that way.
[ He pauses in his griping to finally tend to the coffee, opening one of the sugar packets to dump in. And before he takes a sip, he does muster the manners to mumble, ] Thanks for the coffee, though.
[ He is not going to dignify any of that advice(???) with a response. Also, he tolerates the hair-ruffling for all of two seconds, and only as thanks for the coffee, before craning his head back and trying to swat Beowulf's arm away with his free hand. ]
Whatever, it's not like I'm gonna try to get taller at this point. I just gotta deal with it. And anyone who gives me shit about it can get bent -- people who judge people just based on that stuff are trash anyway ...
[ He's trying so hard to sound blase about this, but he is very bad at it.
-- at least Beowulf is rewarded for tolerating all this bitching and griping with some (semi-)useful information -- ]
And things are stupid here. It's quiet a lot, and then the resort decides to pull some bullshit, and then it's chaos for a week or so. [ A slurp of coffee as he looks Beowulf over, then adds deadpan: ] You'll probably be fine, though. Going by how you look. [ Pause, as he realize how that might sound and hurries to add, ] I mean. You look strong. There's been monsters and stuff before, so at least that won't be a problem for you, probably. I don't just mean you'll be okay with the sex stuff.
If anyone ever gives you shit about it, just leave it to me. I’ll take care of it.
[ is that a threat.. he sure is pounding one fist into his hand. But wow, what an incredible gullible guy who is easy to take advantage of. This place might actually eat him alive in that regard.
Though, he does perk up at the mention of monsters. ]
How big of monsters are we talking about here?
[ Because on top of being from a world that coincides with monsters, he’s definitely killed them with his bare hands. Not exactly his proudest moment anymore, but it was at the time. ]
You don’t gotta hide it, man. I have plenty of sex appeal and I know it!
Most people wouldn't stay that about themselves, you know! Even if -- I mean, regardless of if it's true or not!
[ Of course he can't let that slide without a snippy retort, but there's no real venom in his delivery. It's hard getting properly at a guy who sounds so earnest, after all. What kind of guy so openly offers to watch out for other people like that? Ugh, he's probably one of those overly friendly, overly trusting idiots.
Fuuta takes another long swig of his coffee then starts picking himself up off the bed. Regardless of if they did anything or not, he can't linger here forever. He looks around for any traces of his lost suit jacket while continuing: ]
Those monsters weren't that big, and I also haven't seen them in a while. But knowing this place, there's probably more dangerous bullshit that'll show up eventually. -- and be careful, alright. Even if you're a good wrestler, those monsters were real monsters.
Whoa, whoa, easy there! What, you think a guy like me can’t fight? Come on, bro, lighten up.
[ He realizes what Fuuta is looking for and also scans the area for the rest of his clothing. ]
Look, man, you can think and feel about wrestling all you want, but that isn’t everything about me, believe it or not. There’s plenty of monsters I deal with everyday back home. I won’t hesitate if any of’em come after me.
[ a beat, and then: ]
OR you, for that matter.
[ He could gloat all he wants in regards to killing Grendel’s mother, but for whatever reason he leaves that achievement out of this conversation. ]
[ Well. Fair point. The guy does look like he could probably rip a car in half with his bare hands; the crawlers from before would probably easy enough for him to fend off even if he's 'just' a wrestler.
It's that, and that easy offer of help that has Fuuta staying his tongue until he finally does find his jacket scrunched up into the base of a large decorative plant. Fuuta sighs as he fetches it, unscrunches it, and slaps the dust off it before folding it over an arm. Then he tromps right up to Beowulf. ]
Show me your Watch.
[ Said as he points at the other's wrist, then holds out his hand, like he's waiting for a dog to do 'paw.' ]
[ It looks like Fuuta is about to take his leave, and Beowulf can’t help but look down at him as he makes those demands. Yeah, sure, look at his watch. He doesn’t care. ]
Jeez. You’re bossy.
[ Beowulf removes his watch, and right when it looks like he’s gonna hand it over— ]
[ Oh my god Beowulf, you can't just low-five a guy built like a bundle of celery stalks? Fuuta yelps and recoils on reflex, then gives an indignant little huff, embarrassed at having been seen flinching like that. ]
Y-yeah, sure. Okay. Dunno what you even think you learned about me ... [ Said grumpily even as he fiddles with Beowulf's Watch for a few moments, then holds it back out. ] ... since you didn't even ask my name. It's Fuuta. Kajiyama Fuuta. [ Leaning in to point at where he's added himself to Beowulf's so-far-very-sparse contacts list. ] There. I added myself.
[ He retrieves the coffee he'd tucked into the crook of his arm during that task, taking a sip in an attempt to feign casual as he continues. ]
I'll leave all the monsters to you, then, but you look like the type to have trouble adjusting to some stuff here, so -- I'll leave you my contact just in case. Just don't call me with useless stuff. Only if you like actually need help with something.
[ It probably isn't something that another man wants to hear-- being called cute and adorable-- but it's true! And he's an honest person. He takes the watch with a stupid little smile on his face, putting it back on. ]
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[ he's so..... dumb.... but apparently he can't recall anything either. ]
I just had this sorta feeling.. maybe it's 'cause you're kinda my type! For a guy-- small and cute. I love it!
[ what does that mean... his type.. but it's really hard to tell if he saw anything else besides his familiar love marks. ]
Do people give you a hard time here because of that?
[ because of being twinky, he means.. ]
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[ Of course all Fuuta can think to do for a hot second is sputter out that indignant squawk. On the one hand, he's glad that Beowulf seems to be paying zero mind to the fact that neither of them(?) remember their little tryst(???) since that's not really any sort of drama he's willing to endure. But on the other -- 'small and cute.' What kind of guy wants to be called 'small and cute'??? E-even if ... it's followed up by that oh-so-casual and seemingly earnest 'I love it.' Who the hell says that???
He's gone red all the way up to his ears in an instant, and the only thing keeping him from barking about how it's fucking rude to call anyone 'small and cute' is the fact that this guy seems so entirely well-meaning that it's hard to be mad. Fuuta instead settles for scuffing a hand over his face to try and quell the thudding in his chest before he grumbles, ]
... I mean ... I guess not. You're not the only one that's called me -- [ ughhh ] -- 'cute.' [ You can practically hear the air quotes around that word. ] But it's not like I want to be short, you know. It's more that you guys are unfairly huge ... though it'd make sense a place like this'd mostly want tall and built and conventionally attractive people, though. Guess you fit the bill in that way.
[ He pauses in his griping to finally tend to the coffee, opening one of the sugar packets to dump in. And before he takes a sip, he does muster the manners to mumble, ] Thanks for the coffee, though.
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[ Fuuta better look out, because a big ole hand is coming down and ruffling all that red hair. EMBARRASSING.]
Anytime, bro! Having a lot of sex can also build muscle if you're worried about being smaller.
[ where are these stats coming from.. ]
Guess there's nothing else to do but embrace the life here. How would you describe it?
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Whatever, it's not like I'm gonna try to get taller at this point. I just gotta deal with it. And anyone who gives me shit about it can get bent -- people who judge people just based on that stuff are trash anyway ...
[ He's trying so hard to sound blase about this, but he is very bad at it.
-- at least Beowulf is rewarded for tolerating all this bitching and griping with some (semi-)useful information -- ]
And things are stupid here. It's quiet a lot, and then the resort decides to pull some bullshit, and then it's chaos for a week or so. [ A slurp of coffee as he looks Beowulf over, then adds deadpan: ] You'll probably be fine, though. Going by how you look. [ Pause, as he realize how that might sound and hurries to add, ] I mean. You look strong. There's been monsters and stuff before, so at least that won't be a problem for you, probably. I don't just mean you'll be okay with the sex stuff.
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[ is that a threat.. he sure is pounding one fist into his hand. But wow, what an incredible gullible guy who is easy to take advantage of. This place might actually eat him alive in that regard.
Though, he does perk up at the mention of monsters. ]
How big of monsters are we talking about here?
[ Because on top of being from a world that coincides with monsters, he’s definitely killed them with his bare hands. Not exactly his proudest moment anymore, but it was at the time. ]
You don’t gotta hide it, man. I have plenty of sex appeal and I know it!
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[ Of course he can't let that slide without a snippy retort, but there's no real venom in his delivery. It's hard getting properly at a guy who sounds so earnest, after all. What kind of guy so openly offers to watch out for other people like that? Ugh, he's probably one of those overly friendly, overly trusting idiots.
Fuuta takes another long swig of his coffee then starts picking himself up off the bed. Regardless of if they did anything or not, he can't linger here forever. He looks around for any traces of his lost suit jacket while continuing: ]
Those monsters weren't that big, and I also haven't seen them in a while. But knowing this place, there's probably more dangerous bullshit that'll show up eventually. -- and be careful, alright. Even if you're a good wrestler, those monsters were real monsters.
[ Since. You know. Wrestling is fake. 😔 ]
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[ He realizes what Fuuta is looking for and also scans the area for the rest of his clothing. ]
Look, man, you can think and feel about wrestling all you want, but that isn’t everything about me, believe it or not. There’s plenty of monsters I deal with everyday back home. I won’t hesitate if any of’em come after me.
[ a beat, and then: ]
OR you, for that matter.
[ He could gloat all he wants in regards to killing Grendel’s mother, but for whatever reason he leaves that achievement out of this conversation. ]
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[ Well. Fair point. The guy does look like he could probably rip a car in half with his bare hands; the crawlers from before would probably easy enough for him to fend off even if he's 'just' a wrestler.
It's that, and that easy offer of help that has Fuuta staying his tongue until he finally does find his jacket scrunched up into the base of a large decorative plant. Fuuta sighs as he fetches it, unscrunches it, and slaps the dust off it before folding it over an arm. Then he tromps right up to Beowulf. ]
Show me your Watch.
[ Said as he points at the other's wrist, then holds out his hand, like he's waiting for a dog to do 'paw.' ]
C'mon.
[ This is so rude!!! ]
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Jeez. You’re bossy.
[ Beowulf removes his watch, and right when it looks like he’s gonna hand it over— ]
2/2
It was swell gettin’ to know ya, by the way! I wasn’t sure if I was gonna learn too much about you, but I think I did.
[ then he just hands the watch over.. just like that.. ]
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[ Oh my god Beowulf, you can't just low-five a guy built like a bundle of celery stalks? Fuuta yelps and recoils on reflex, then gives an indignant little huff, embarrassed at having been seen flinching like that. ]
Y-yeah, sure. Okay. Dunno what you even think you learned about me ... [ Said grumpily even as he fiddles with Beowulf's Watch for a few moments, then holds it back out. ] ... since you didn't even ask my name. It's Fuuta. Kajiyama Fuuta. [ Leaning in to point at where he's added himself to Beowulf's so-far-very-sparse contacts list. ] There. I added myself.
[ He retrieves the coffee he'd tucked into the crook of his arm during that task, taking a sip in an attempt to feign casual as he continues. ]
I'll leave all the monsters to you, then, but you look like the type to have trouble adjusting to some stuff here, so -- I'll leave you my contact just in case. Just don't call me with useless stuff. Only if you like actually need help with something.
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[ It probably isn't something that another man wants to hear-- being called cute and adorable-- but it's true! And he's an honest person. He takes the watch with a stupid little smile on his face, putting it back on. ]
You got it. Only for emergencies.
[ A beat, and then: ]
So we're friends, huh?