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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.
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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.
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▶ 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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[ The yank down does catch Midnight somewhat offguard, his pink eyes widening, but he does listen quite intently. He's not sure if anything said is anything that everyone else can't hear — of course he isn't throwing the round, as far as Midnight's concerned — but he does make it a point to listen when his attention is so clearly demanded. It's a privilege to hear someone's true thoughts, after all.
The wolf-whistler earns themselves a very impassive stare shot over Midnight's shoulder, which is more of a warning look than anything, but a short, soft growl does kick up in Midnight's chest very briefly. Not audible for anyone but his partner to hear — Midnight is a civilized vampire, thank you — but this is his show. If the lad is agitated enough for even Midnight to notice, he'd appreciate less commentary from the audience.
Anyway, Midnight turns his attention back to the young man, setting aside the lube after squeezing some onto his fingers. He warms it between his fingertips — and Midnight is quite warm, pleasantly so — and lifts those still-trousered legs, settling both onto one broad shoulder easily. There's no pause for logistics, no hesitance, just a hand at his partner's bottom, teasing him open.
Midnight looks down at his partner and smiles slightly. ]
Call me Midnight, by the way.
[ His wet fingers dive for that small ring of muscle, and Midnight's eyelids lower in concentration, focusing on nothing in particular. He's being very patient; his hands are proportionate to his size, but Midnight's quite a large man. He settles his middle finger first, letting the muscle accustom itself to the intrusion, then slowly pushes, then twists inside, letting his finger curl slightly to create space.
He understands that taking it this slowly might set off this young man's temper again, but he's quite determined to do this properly, without harming him. After that... Well, he would like for this to be enjoyable, but at this point, he's figured out that getting a perfectly honest answer out of this lad is impossible. Better to do the best job he can and hope no permanent harm is done. ]
[ The worst part about this, honestly -- even more than the sounds of the crowd buzzing at the back of his mind, even more than the feeling of the table's hard surface under his back, and even more than the jarring sensation of having his legs easily propped up against the guy's shoulder -- is the fact that it still does feel good when that slick finger slides into him.
A part of him had been prepared for discomfort, but there just isn't any. There isn't even the usual, startling chill of lube or any friction, just the sensation of being entered; though Fuuta does still give a reflexive jerk, he can't even pretend to be uncomfortable when it just ... isn't. Even the slight pressure inside as Midnight curls his fingers just has his nerves simmering with a faint heat, and Fuuta has to hiss out his next exhale past clenched teeth to try and keep himself controlled.
Of course, that does nothing to stop him from being as mouthy as ever. ]
Seriously? You think now's the time for an introduction?! Save that stuff for l --
[ Maybe it's for the best that the the next shift of Midnight's hand has him hurriedly clapping a hand against his own mouth to stopper up the more syrupy noise that had started to escape him, and Fuuta squeezes his eye shut as he tries to calm himself down.
Too bad all his best efforts, taking slow breaths and counting in 3's in his head, still doesn't mask the way his entrance squeezes just a tighter around Midnight's finger, his legs tensing against that broad shoulder. It also doesn't do much to hide the way the front of his slacks start to tent as his blood starts to pump hotter. No, he won't willingly give a straight answer, but at least his body is a lot more honest in that regard. ]
[ Sensitive, isn't he? In more ways than one. In spite of everything, Midnight can see and feel that his partner is enjoying this. He probably wants this to be over with, but Midnight can't help but really strive to do his best, twisting and feeling around until he's stroking gently where the young man reacts the most. Midnight keeps an arm thrown over both thighs to keep his partner trapped in place, unable to roll away from Midnight's touch.
Midnight does have a sadistic bone or two (or three) in his body, but this is a game with multiple rounds, so Midnight can't just sit here and pleasure his partner all night, as much as he likes to. Still, he does have enough time to explore one last option; he holds onto those legs a little more tightly, then leans, bringing clothed knees up to his partner's chest. He'll be done after this, but he wants to experiment a bit more, just to see if the new angle reaches deeper. He's curious, and he likes doing a good job. ]
[ He still has his eyes closed -- in part because the prospect of meeting Midnight's eyes in this compromising position is too much to handle, and in part so he can better block out the fact that they're in public -- and so Fuuta doesn't see the shift in position coming. As a result, he ends up making some undignified, breathless noise like a squeaky toy that's gotten stepped on when his legs are hitched up and that touch inside him crooks into a new angle. ]
Ah, wai -- nnh! [ His protests cut off into a low whine as the pad of that intrusive finger rubs up against the sensitive spot inside him. It earns a hard shudder and a jolt before he gathers his senses enough to grab at Midnight -- shirt, sleeve, arm, whatever he can reach -- with his free hand and tug. His words come muffled past the hand still pressed to his mouth as he hastily rasps, ] -- that's gotta be enough. For the dice.
[ It's mortifying enough getting turned out like this in public. It feels like things can get dangerous if this goes on for much longer. ]
[ And so it is. Midnight eases back, slips his finger from his partner, and grabs a handkerchief, wiping lube from first his partner, then his own fingers. He does keep an eye out to make sure the lad gets up on his own — he won't help there, he should be fine — but he will offer a hand to help his acquaintance off the table. Regardless of how the offer is taken, Midnight will settle back in his seat, slide the dice over, and settle back, eyes looking over carefully. ]
Though -- he also doesn't have it in him to react in his usual bristly fashion; instead of slapping it away in indignity like he'd usually do, Fuuta instead just waves it off as he blearily rolls his way off the table, fixing his gaze anywhere but on Midnight. His hands hurriedly move to fix his clothes, at least pulling them back into place even if they're a little wrinkled, and he takes a few deep breaths to try and calm himself back down.
Thank god he can sit real close to the table, and if he slouches, it mostly hides the fact that he's still half-hard. It's what his mind's largely occupied by even as he gives the dice a hasty roll, squinting at them as they roll to a halt.
'KISS' 'NOSE.'
A roll that's greeted with a groan and a huffed exhale before he shoots Midnight as grudging sideways glance, growling: ]
Come here.
[ He doesn't want to stand up, so Midnight better be the one to come closer. ]
[ Well, he's just sat down, but looking at the dice, Midnight simply inclines his head and gets back up, striding over to his opponent's side of the table. He ducks his head just within nose-kissing range, and grins, easy and wide. Oh, it would be so easy to tilt his head up just so and catch his lips... Ah, but first. ]
What a game this is, mm? You're quite the competitive sort. Much obliged.
[ Midnight's expecting the lad sizzle like water in a pan, but it's all very calculated. He needs to know that this young man isn't defeated yet, that he's still game even if he isn't having fun, per se. (And there's Midnight's own feelings on the matter, too. He likes winning and having fun, but if it's a choice between the two... Well, he can afford a loss. He really isn't here to win, after all.) ]
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The wolf-whistler earns themselves a very impassive stare shot over Midnight's shoulder, which is more of a warning look than anything, but a short, soft growl does kick up in Midnight's chest very briefly. Not audible for anyone but his partner to hear — Midnight is a civilized vampire, thank you — but this is his show. If the lad is agitated enough for even Midnight to notice, he'd appreciate less commentary from the audience.
Anyway, Midnight turns his attention back to the young man, setting aside the lube after squeezing some onto his fingers. He warms it between his fingertips — and Midnight is quite warm, pleasantly so — and lifts those still-trousered legs, settling both onto one broad shoulder easily. There's no pause for logistics, no hesitance, just a hand at his partner's bottom, teasing him open.
Midnight looks down at his partner and smiles slightly. ]
Call me Midnight, by the way.
[ His wet fingers dive for that small ring of muscle, and Midnight's eyelids lower in concentration, focusing on nothing in particular. He's being very patient; his hands are proportionate to his size, but Midnight's quite a large man. He settles his middle finger first, letting the muscle accustom itself to the intrusion, then slowly pushes, then twists inside, letting his finger curl slightly to create space.
He understands that taking it this slowly might set off this young man's temper again, but he's quite determined to do this properly, without harming him. After that... Well, he would like for this to be enjoyable, but at this point, he's figured out that getting a perfectly honest answer out of this lad is impossible. Better to do the best job he can and hope no permanent harm is done. ]
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A part of him had been prepared for discomfort, but there just isn't any. There isn't even the usual, startling chill of lube or any friction, just the sensation of being entered; though Fuuta does still give a reflexive jerk, he can't even pretend to be uncomfortable when it just ... isn't. Even the slight pressure inside as Midnight curls his fingers just has his nerves simmering with a faint heat, and Fuuta has to hiss out his next exhale past clenched teeth to try and keep himself controlled.
Of course, that does nothing to stop him from being as mouthy as ever. ]
Seriously? You think now's the time for an introduction?! Save that stuff for l --
[ Maybe it's for the best that the the next shift of Midnight's hand has him hurriedly clapping a hand against his own mouth to stopper up the more syrupy noise that had started to escape him, and Fuuta squeezes his eye shut as he tries to calm himself down.
Too bad all his best efforts, taking slow breaths and counting in 3's in his head, still doesn't mask the way his entrance squeezes just a tighter around Midnight's finger, his legs tensing against that broad shoulder. It also doesn't do much to hide the way the front of his slacks start to tent as his blood starts to pump hotter. No, he won't willingly give a straight answer, but at least his body is a lot more honest in that regard. ]
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Midnight does have a sadistic bone or two (or three) in his body, but this is a game with multiple rounds, so Midnight can't just sit here and pleasure his partner all night, as much as he likes to. Still, he does have enough time to explore one last option; he holds onto those legs a little more tightly, then leans, bringing clothed knees up to his partner's chest. He'll be done after this, but he wants to experiment a bit more, just to see if the new angle reaches deeper. He's curious, and he likes doing a good job. ]
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Ah, wai -- nnh! [ His protests cut off into a low whine as the pad of that intrusive finger rubs up against the sensitive spot inside him. It earns a hard shudder and a jolt before he gathers his senses enough to grab at Midnight -- shirt, sleeve, arm, whatever he can reach -- with his free hand and tug. His words come muffled past the hand still pressed to his mouth as he hastily rasps, ] -- that's gotta be enough. For the dice.
[ It's mortifying enough getting turned out like this in public. It feels like things can get dangerous if this goes on for much longer. ]
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[ And so it is. Midnight eases back, slips his finger from his partner, and grabs a handkerchief, wiping lube from first his partner, then his own fingers. He does keep an eye out to make sure the lad gets up on his own — he won't help there, he should be fine — but he will offer a hand to help his acquaintance off the table. Regardless of how the offer is taken, Midnight will settle back in his seat, slide the dice over, and settle back, eyes looking over carefully. ]
Your turn, darling.
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Though -- he also doesn't have it in him to react in his usual bristly fashion; instead of slapping it away in indignity like he'd usually do, Fuuta instead just waves it off as he blearily rolls his way off the table, fixing his gaze anywhere but on Midnight. His hands hurriedly move to fix his clothes, at least pulling them back into place even if they're a little wrinkled, and he takes a few deep breaths to try and calm himself back down.
Thank god he can sit real close to the table, and if he slouches, it mostly hides the fact that he's still half-hard. It's what his mind's largely occupied by even as he gives the dice a hasty roll, squinting at them as they roll to a halt.
'KISS' 'NOSE.'
A roll that's greeted with a groan and a huffed exhale before he shoots Midnight as grudging sideways glance, growling: ]
Come here.
[ He doesn't want to stand up, so Midnight better be the one to come closer. ]
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What a game this is, mm? You're quite the competitive sort. Much obliged.
[ Midnight's expecting the lad sizzle like water in a pan, but it's all very calculated. He needs to know that this young man isn't defeated yet, that he's still game even if he isn't having fun, per se. (And there's Midnight's own feelings on the matter, too. He likes winning and having fun, but if it's a choice between the two... Well, he can afford a loss. He really isn't here to win, after all.) ]