【 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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Oh~? [Getting into the ring for the sake of money? Well, that's not too different from the Pankration Ring. Of course, Wriothesley also carved his own path similarly, though the Pankration Ring also had offered some amount of comradeship between the fighters. While credit coupons were the goal, there was more to it for the inmates than just that.] Perhaps we're cut with the same cloth. How interesting.
[He can't help but be curious about this man.
Wriothesley grabs some clothes from a drawer before going around the bed to stop in front of where the other was seated. He holds out some clothes. Sweatpants and a t-shirt. Just something to keep themselves more presentable. It looked like Lighter would probably fill into his clothes similarly.] I'm more of a tea guy, honestly. Call me more of a social drinker.
[Wriothesley himself is only in sweatpants, the large scars that travel down his throat obvious without anything circling his own neck. He rests one hand on his hips.] You'll have to get accustomed to this place and the way it does things. Sometimes, you'll just end up like this. That, and in places you definitely didn't fall asleep in originally.
[ Looking at him, Lighter would believe that. It's not just effort that carves out a bearing like that — it's necessity. It's years of fighting your way to the top, though he'd hesitate to assign his scars to the ring. No, those came before. Probably much like his. But he's not so forthcoming with those silhouetted details, expression setting at a downturn. ]
Makes me dizzy. [ He admits, which sounds a little silly for a guy who looks like he does, but he figures if he should be honest about anything, it's his poor tolerance for certain liquids. ] There's not a lot of tea where I come from either, though.
[ High-brow foods and drinks don't tend to show up in the Outer Ring all that often, and even when they do, the quantities leave something to be desired. It's without much fanfare that he accepts the clothes, thinking better of refusing because them — what's the alternative? Stay naked? No, thanks. He notes it for later, keeping tabs on who he owes what. He's not keen on being indebted five times over. He slips into the pants first and then finally climbs to his feet, gratefully shoving the t-shirt over sun-loved scars. ]
I'm guessing this place does these little mix-ups to facilitate the whole card exchange thing. Haven't they ever heard of speed dating?
[ ^guy who has never regular dated let alone speed dated ]
That doesn't surprise me. Often, our minds develop responses under certain conditions. It sounds like you experienced a lot through your life. [A quirk of his lips.] So it's fine to relax a bit now. That, and it seems I have my work cut out for me. I'll make you a tea enjoyer yet!
[He gestures at Lighter to follow him to the kitchen. The resort did not skimp on a good breakfast for them to enjoy, though Wriothesley moves around the kitchen to make tea almost immediately. The movements show routine as though he isn't even thinking much about what he's doing. Even with the changes to his space, there's just something that comes with practiced ease. For Wriothesley, that's making tea.]
They'll do anything in the book. There was speed dating here and there as ice breakers, I've gotten locked into rooms, and half the food in this place is probably laced. The list goes on. [He turns to look at the other with a laugh.] Would you feel more at home if we were speed dating? I bet I can pull up some of the ice breaker questions they offered us before. Would that be better than just being handed a sex toy?
[ Lighter acquiesces and follows him out into the suite proper, fast realizing through the haze that this man knows his way around this place. He's also more forthcoming about his experiences, unlike some of the other guests he'd met around the house-mandated soiree. Not because they were trying to be unhelpful, he thinks, but more because they were too lost in the hedonism to understand what he was trying to get at. This is a good opportunity, he thinks, albeit vaguely. On his way, he casts a furtive glance downwards at the watch still cuffed to his wrist — a wildcard, still. ]
It would be better, yeah. [ Lighter replies, the tone of it flat and automated. No, he does not want a sex toy. ] But if we're gonna start with ice-breakers, I prefer sweet flavors, if that helps your tea mission any.
[ Scrubbing the back of his neck to disperse some tension or maybe a hint of awkwardness, he glances around the grandeur of the suite. ]
Am I asking questions first, or would you like the honors?
Let's go with a Rooibos tea today then. Smooth and on the sweeter side. Earthy. I think it pairs well with milk and things like sugar or honey if it's natural taste isn't enough. I typically enjoy my teas with two cubes of sugar, so you could say that I enjoy my teas sweet myself. [As he boils some water, he starts preparing a tea pot with one of the blends he has.]
I also enjoy my tea with sweets, though we have an entire breakfast spread to get through.
[As he waits for the tea to steep, he turns and leans against the counter, head tilted to the side. Wriothesley does hold himself with a calm confidence and an easy smile.]
Ask away. I imagine you have many questions being new here.
Ooh, you really are an expert. [ The statement is playful in his mouth, though he at least halfway sounds like he means it in earnest. ] My palate's not so refined, though. I'll take whatever sweet you've got.
[ Which is true enough. Lighter's never had the luxury of being picky; things might be better for him nowadays, but he'd never really thought to start preferring this or that. He idles near the breakfast assortment with a keen eye, not immediately moving to take anything. ]
If you're treating me out of your personal collection, I suppose I stand less of a chance getting drugged.
It's an interest I got into once I could actually start building a collection. I'm afraid that I don't have much else in terms of hobby besides it though. [He didn't count boxing as a hobby.
He quirks his lips in a lopsided grin.] I suppose that is a worry. You're here long enough and you get desensitized to it. [Then again, food has always been a problem one way or another to him. The scarcity of it while homeless, and the scarcity of it in prison. Hell, food could easily be tampered with or left one sick because of the quality or cleanliness.
So maybe the food being drugged was hardly a problem in his eyes because he had always been used to less than ideal conditions.
That's something he can think about on his own time.]
Hmm...over a year now, I believe. [He pours the tea into two mugs, sliding one over to the other. He gestures at the bowl of sugar and cup of milk if the man needs to add anything to their cup. He adds two sugar cubes to his own cup.] It doesn't feel like that much time has passed thinking back on it.
That simple reality clatters around in his ears as if this man had dropped it on him, leaving him staring at the teacup in consideration of it as it starts to silence. His thoughts race, but he's not so easily overtaken, even if he feels his eyes start to ache.
He blinks it away, upping the ante by taking four sugar cubes. ]
I assume that means you've had plenty to keep busy with despite not having any hobbies. I've heard a little about how this place ropes you into its game.
[ What intel he could glean does feel as though it was from beneath a hazy layer of revelry, truths distorted by the days-long party. ]
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[He can't help but be curious about this man.
Wriothesley grabs some clothes from a drawer before going around the bed to stop in front of where the other was seated. He holds out some clothes. Sweatpants and a t-shirt. Just something to keep themselves more presentable. It looked like Lighter would probably fill into his clothes similarly.] I'm more of a tea guy, honestly. Call me more of a social drinker.
[Wriothesley himself is only in sweatpants, the large scars that travel down his throat obvious without anything circling his own neck. He rests one hand on his hips.] You'll have to get accustomed to this place and the way it does things. Sometimes, you'll just end up like this. That, and in places you definitely didn't fall asleep in originally.
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Makes me dizzy. [ He admits, which sounds a little silly for a guy who looks like he does, but he figures if he should be honest about anything, it's his poor tolerance for certain liquids. ] There's not a lot of tea where I come from either, though.
[ High-brow foods and drinks don't tend to show up in the Outer Ring all that often, and even when they do, the quantities leave something to be desired. It's without much fanfare that he accepts the clothes, thinking better of refusing because them — what's the alternative? Stay naked? No, thanks. He notes it for later, keeping tabs on who he owes what. He's not keen on being indebted five times over. He slips into the pants first and then finally climbs to his feet, gratefully shoving the t-shirt over sun-loved scars. ]
I'm guessing this place does these little mix-ups to facilitate the whole card exchange thing. Haven't they ever heard of speed dating?
[ ^guy who has never regular dated let alone speed dated ]
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[He gestures at Lighter to follow him to the kitchen. The resort did not skimp on a good breakfast for them to enjoy, though Wriothesley moves around the kitchen to make tea almost immediately. The movements show routine as though he isn't even thinking much about what he's doing. Even with the changes to his space, there's just something that comes with practiced ease. For Wriothesley, that's making tea.]
They'll do anything in the book. There was speed dating here and there as ice breakers, I've gotten locked into rooms, and half the food in this place is probably laced. The list goes on. [He turns to look at the other with a laugh.] Would you feel more at home if we were speed dating? I bet I can pull up some of the ice breaker questions they offered us before. Would that be better than just being handed a sex toy?
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It would be better, yeah. [ Lighter replies, the tone of it flat and automated. No, he does not want a sex toy. ] But if we're gonna start with ice-breakers, I prefer sweet flavors, if that helps your tea mission any.
[ Scrubbing the back of his neck to disperse some tension or maybe a hint of awkwardness, he glances around the grandeur of the suite. ]
Am I asking questions first, or would you like the honors?
[ Right to the point. ]
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I also enjoy my tea with sweets, though we have an entire breakfast spread to get through.
[As he waits for the tea to steep, he turns and leans against the counter, head tilted to the side. Wriothesley does hold himself with a calm confidence and an easy smile.]
Ask away. I imagine you have many questions being new here.
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[ Which is true enough. Lighter's never had the luxury of being picky; things might be better for him nowadays, but he'd never really thought to start preferring this or that. He idles near the breakfast assortment with a keen eye, not immediately moving to take anything. ]
If you're treating me out of your personal collection, I suppose I stand less of a chance getting drugged.
[ Idly, curiosity rusted in his tone. ]
How long have you been checked in here?
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He quirks his lips in a lopsided grin.] I suppose that is a worry. You're here long enough and you get desensitized to it. [Then again, food has always been a problem one way or another to him. The scarcity of it while homeless, and the scarcity of it in prison. Hell, food could easily be tampered with or left one sick because of the quality or cleanliness.
So maybe the food being drugged was hardly a problem in his eyes because he had always been used to less than ideal conditions.
That's something he can think about on his own time.]
Hmm...over a year now, I believe. [He pours the tea into two mugs, sliding one over to the other. He gestures at the bowl of sugar and cup of milk if the man needs to add anything to their cup. He adds two sugar cubes to his own cup.] It doesn't feel like that much time has passed thinking back on it.
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That simple reality clatters around in his ears as if this man had dropped it on him, leaving him staring at the teacup in consideration of it as it starts to silence. His thoughts race, but he's not so easily overtaken, even if he feels his eyes start to ache.
He blinks it away, upping the ante by taking four sugar cubes. ]
I assume that means you've had plenty to keep busy with despite not having any hobbies. I've heard a little about how this place ropes you into its game.
[ What intel he could glean does feel as though it was from beneath a hazy layer of revelry, truths distorted by the days-long party. ]
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