【 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.
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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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[ Somehow, the single white eyebrow moves even higher. ]
You're protesting quite a lot considering I'm a stranger who only meant to set a boundary. As I would with anyone I didn't know.
[ Try not to take things so personally, Fuuta. It is, after all, only a game.
Archer waits for Fuuta to finish undoing his collar, and once he's done, Archer rises from his chair and moves closer. Honestly, he can't remember the last time he did something as juvenile as try to tickle someone, but he can still make the attempt.
Archer's fingertips brush lightly against the bare skin of Fuuta's neck, just below and behind his ear... and yep, have some tickling. Whether or not Fuuta is actually ticklish there is indeed a question, but for Archer, the main goal is the nice ding that comes from his Watch. Action completed. ]
[ Joke's on you Archer ... he takes everything personally ............
But for now, Fuuta focuses on staying as still as possible as Archer approaches, staring at him nervously as he draws near and reflexively squeezing his eyes shut when he sees that hand extended his way. Which was probably a stupid move! Because having his eyes closed means the touch at his neck feels all the more vivid, and Fuuta ends up giving a startled jump the moment contact is made, a grunt stifled at the back of his throat. Surprise, surprise, turns out he is a little ticklish at his throat. Not enough to properly laugh, but enough that he squirms from the brush of Archer's fingertips, hands reflexively coming to grab at the seat of his chair to keep himself still; Fuuta ends up holding his breath to keep himself quiet, and it's not until those fingers pull away that he lets out a hard huff.
Fuck. He hates that his face feels hot.
So distracted trying to mask the way his breaths are coming a little shallower, his movements are rushed when he hurriedly grabs the dice up to roll them, still catching his breath as they clatter to a halt.
[ Thankfully for Fuuta, Archer doesn't linger. The action has been performed, and he returns to his seat. If he notices how the other is affected, he declines to mention it.
The next roll, though... He looks at Fuuta and can't help but suppress a sigh. ]
I think I'll leave my shirt on, if it's all the same to you.
[ He really wasn't! But his cheeks remain pink all the same, and Fuuta gives a hard huff before rising to his feet and stepping forth to close the distance between them. And, like. While their respective positions -- him standing, Archer sitting -- doesn't exactly make it easy to fulfill the task, he just ... goes for it.
Yes, he's going to bed over a little and just. Grab at Archer's chest with both hands. While craning his head back a little like he's expecting them to explode or something, even as he extremely awkwardly squeezes a little??? What the fuck does 'fondling' even entail, anyway. ]
[ Most of Archer's memories of his past have faded with the passage of time. He remembers enough to know who he is, but many specifics are largely lost to him. Because of that, he can't remember the last time he's been touched in a sensual way or had sex. Or even what any of that was like.
Even so - Archer is fairly certain Fuuta's clumsy attempt at groping is the worst he's ever been subjected to.
His eye twitches slightly, but to his credit, he doesn't slap the younger man's hands away. Nothing explodes - Fuuta just got to handle a bunch of solid muscle. ]
How long have you been here, exactly?
[ He needs to know so he can decide how harshly he's going to judge this performance. ]
[ ... god, this guy's pecs are so big. Like -- he's seen plenty of guys here who have bulk, but actually feeling it is a whole 'nother matter. Ugh. Is he one of those guys who mostly lives off chicken breasts and protein shakes or whatever.
He'd given another awkward squeeze, then one more just to make sure it counts in the game and he doesn't have to repeat the whole dumb process again, but Fuuta whips his hands back like he's been burnt when Archer speaks up. And of course, as soon as he processes that question, he bristles. ]
Haa?! What's it to you?! [ For how stupid he acts, Fuuta isn't a completely moron; he isn't blind to what that question insinuates. He huffs as he grabs the dice up to slam them on the table closer to Archer as he snaps, ] Not like you've been acting like some hotshot casanova either, so don't go giving me shit!
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You're protesting quite a lot considering I'm a stranger who only meant to set a boundary. As I would with anyone I didn't know.
[ Try not to take things so personally, Fuuta. It is, after all, only a game.
Archer waits for Fuuta to finish undoing his collar, and once he's done, Archer rises from his chair and moves closer. Honestly, he can't remember the last time he did something as juvenile as try to tickle someone, but he can still make the attempt.
Archer's fingertips brush lightly against the bare skin of Fuuta's neck, just below and behind his ear... and yep, have some tickling. Whether or not Fuuta is actually ticklish there is indeed a question, but for Archer, the main goal is the nice ding that comes from his Watch. Action completed. ]
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But for now, Fuuta focuses on staying as still as possible as Archer approaches, staring at him nervously as he draws near and reflexively squeezing his eyes shut when he sees that hand extended his way. Which was probably a stupid move! Because having his eyes closed means the touch at his neck feels all the more vivid, and Fuuta ends up giving a startled jump the moment contact is made, a grunt stifled at the back of his throat. Surprise, surprise, turns out he is a little ticklish at his throat. Not enough to properly laugh, but enough that he squirms from the brush of Archer's fingertips, hands reflexively coming to grab at the seat of his chair to keep himself still; Fuuta ends up holding his breath to keep himself quiet, and it's not until those fingers pull away that he lets out a hard huff.
Fuck. He hates that his face feels hot.
So distracted trying to mask the way his breaths are coming a little shallower, his movements are rushed when he hurriedly grabs the dice up to roll them, still catching his breath as they clatter to a halt.
'FONDLE' 'CHEST'. ]
... are you kidding me.
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The next roll, though... He looks at Fuuta and can't help but suppress a sigh. ]
I think I'll leave my shirt on, if it's all the same to you.
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[ He really wasn't! But his cheeks remain pink all the same, and Fuuta gives a hard huff before rising to his feet and stepping forth to close the distance between them. And, like. While their respective positions -- him standing, Archer sitting -- doesn't exactly make it easy to fulfill the task, he just ... goes for it.
Yes, he's going to bed over a little and just. Grab at Archer's chest with both hands. While craning his head back a little like he's expecting them to explode or something, even as he extremely awkwardly squeezes a little??? What the fuck does 'fondling' even entail, anyway. ]
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Even so - Archer is fairly certain Fuuta's clumsy attempt at groping is the worst he's ever been subjected to.
His eye twitches slightly, but to his credit, he doesn't slap the younger man's hands away. Nothing explodes - Fuuta just got to handle a bunch of solid muscle. ]
How long have you been here, exactly?
[ He needs to know so he can decide how harshly he's going to judge this performance. ]
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He'd given another awkward squeeze, then one more just to make sure it counts in the game and he doesn't have to repeat the whole dumb process again, but Fuuta whips his hands back like he's been burnt when Archer speaks up. And of course, as soon as he processes that question, he bristles. ]
Haa?! What's it to you?! [ For how stupid he acts, Fuuta isn't a completely moron; he isn't blind to what that question insinuates. He huffs as he grabs the dice up to slam them on the table closer to Archer as he snaps, ] Not like you've been acting like some hotshot casanova either, so don't go giving me shit!