【 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? Finally, something's going his way. Of course the moment he spots Gregor starting to look aghast, Fuuta pounces -- the corners of his mouth rising in a nasty smirk as he leans forward, forearm braced against the tabletop as he answers: ]
You really wanna throw in the towel that easy? It'll cost you, you know.
[ He's clearly enjoying this. Not just the thought of an easy win, but getting to hold this information over Gregor's head for a second or two before he continues. While not sadistic per se, Fuuta's never been the type to be gracious about victory; he can't help relishing this little 'win' after Gregor had almost laughed at him. ]
It's chips. You fail to answer, and you gotta pay up -- a pretty big amount, too. And, like, I don't mind if you wanna cough up the cash to me? [ He is being sooooo smug and punchable right now. ] But who knows what's gonna happen if you don't have enough chips to pay up the amount ... they might make you work the floor, you know. I've heard stuff like that's happened before.
[ He tips his head to indicate towards a few servers walking by in skimpy outfits, feathers bobbing with each step as they trot along with trays of drinks. ]
N-nobody wants to see that, though, they wouldn't ask me to... would they...
[really, he's sure that's a punishment for everyone else at the party, not for him. it'd just be unfair on their part to make their guests deal with that kind of sight. right?
...right??
how many chips does he have, anyway, is he going to be able to cover this if he gives up-- no, probably not. gregor is fairly sure the answer is no, all things considered (especially his luck).
he considers the house of cards. considers the alternatives... pictures himself in one of those outfits... and finally looks down at the card, the source of all his current problems on this bitch of an earth.]
All right, all right-! Haaah... well, then the answer's that there isn't one.
[did he forget he didn't finish reading the question aloud? who can say.]
[ Sorry Gregor, you will not find any sympathy here. ]
Haa? What, and you think I put up with all this place's stupid bullshit because I thought other people wanted to see it? [ Granted, he hasn't been put in a skimpy server outfit (yet), but he's had to deal with plenty of other humiliating nonsense? Not to mention, this guy looks plenty conventionally attractive. What's he griping about? ] You're not getting out of any penalties that easy.
[ And while that answer does sound truthful enough, given how arduously it's given -- ]
Hey, hey.
[ Fuuta's quick to tap a finger on the tabletop -- not hard enough to jostle the tower of cards, but definitely hard enough to draw Gregor's attention and make a point. ]
You think you can get away that easy? Read the question, too. Or just give me the card. It's not fair otherwise.
[conventionally attractive as long as you can't see both his arms, anyway, which he's still doing his level best to avoid. it can't last forever, but he'll try while he can.
he blinks up at fuuta with the reminder, then groans out a disbelieving sound.]
Don't go and make me say it out loud!
[an embarrassing answer for an embarrassing answer... it's fair enough, but he doesn't want anybody to overhear it. ugh.
gregor flicks the card to him across the table. the question on it is: when did you lose your virginity?]
[ He slaps a hand down to catch the card against the table as it comes sliding his way, and Fuuta gives a dismissive little sniff as he flips it over. ]
I bet it's not even a big deal anyway. [ Then reads it. Blinks. ] -- oh.
[ Pause. ]
Really? [ Huh. The guy looks fine? Maybe he's a pain to deal with, or something.
Though, sorry Gregor, even that doesn't earn you any immediate sympathy. Fuuta gives a little 'hmph' as he sets the card back aside, face-down, then leans up to start fetching his own card. It's only after he's starting making progress on that front that he speaks up again, as brusque as ever: ]
Whatever. It's not a big deal. And it's weird when guys make a big deal about that, anyway. [ He says, when he was (and still is) just as self-conscious and flustered about those sorts of matters himself. ] Besides, that'll probably change pretty soon now that you're stuck here, so. Whatever.
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[relief turns sour all too quickly as he reads the card out, choking on his words as he stops short-- he nearly drops the damn card.]
Say, whaaaat were the rules for passin' again... let me just grab another one-
his face is so cute ... thank you for the icons
You really wanna throw in the towel that easy? It'll cost you, you know.
[ He's clearly enjoying this. Not just the thought of an easy win, but getting to hold this information over Gregor's head for a second or two before he continues. While not sadistic per se, Fuuta's never been the type to be gracious about victory; he can't help relishing this little 'win' after Gregor had almost laughed at him. ]
It's chips. You fail to answer, and you gotta pay up -- a pretty big amount, too. And, like, I don't mind if you wanna cough up the cash to me? [ He is being sooooo smug and punchable right now. ] But who knows what's gonna happen if you don't have enough chips to pay up the amount ... they might make you work the floor, you know. I've heard stuff like that's happened before.
[ He tips his head to indicate towards a few servers walking by in skimpy outfits, feathers bobbing with each step as they trot along with trays of drinks. ]
Your call.
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[really, he's sure that's a punishment for everyone else at the party, not for him. it'd just be unfair on their part to make their guests deal with that kind of sight. right?
...right??
how many chips does he have, anyway, is he going to be able to cover this if he gives up-- no, probably not. gregor is fairly sure the answer is no, all things considered (especially his luck).
he considers the house of cards. considers the alternatives... pictures himself in one of those outfits... and finally looks down at the card, the source of all his current problems on this bitch of an earth.]
All right, all right-! Haaah... well, then the answer's that there isn't one.
[did he forget he didn't finish reading the question aloud? who can say.]
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Haa? What, and you think I put up with all this place's stupid bullshit because I thought other people wanted to see it? [ Granted, he hasn't been put in a skimpy server outfit (yet), but he's had to deal with plenty of other humiliating nonsense? Not to mention, this guy looks plenty conventionally attractive. What's he griping about? ] You're not getting out of any penalties that easy.
[ And while that answer does sound truthful enough, given how arduously it's given -- ]
Hey, hey.
[ Fuuta's quick to tap a finger on the tabletop -- not hard enough to jostle the tower of cards, but definitely hard enough to draw Gregor's attention and make a point. ]
You think you can get away that easy? Read the question, too. Or just give me the card. It's not fair otherwise.
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he blinks up at fuuta with the reminder, then groans out a disbelieving sound.]
Don't go and make me say it out loud!
[an embarrassing answer for an embarrassing answer... it's fair enough, but he doesn't want anybody to overhear it. ugh.
gregor flicks the card to him across the table. the question on it is: when did you lose your virginity?]
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I bet it's not even a big deal anyway. [ Then reads it. Blinks. ] -- oh.
[ Pause. ]
Really? [ Huh. The guy looks fine? Maybe he's a pain to deal with, or something.
Though, sorry Gregor, even that doesn't earn you any immediate sympathy. Fuuta gives a little 'hmph' as he sets the card back aside, face-down, then leans up to start fetching his own card. It's only after he's starting making progress on that front that he speaks up again, as brusque as ever: ]
Whatever. It's not a big deal. And it's weird when guys make a big deal about that, anyway. [ He says, when he was (and still is) just as self-conscious and flustered about those sorts of matters himself. ] Besides, that'll probably change pretty soon now that you're stuck here, so. Whatever.