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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.
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Probably not, but it's probably better than trying to stumble through the hallways to get to my suite.
[It would also take him dangerously close to Sakura, who she's not sure if she'd be able to convince him not to try and take her out. At least not in the condition Rin's head is in.
After pulling her knees up to her chest, and resting her weight against her legs, Rin cradles her face against her knees. Nose flush against the duvet that provides her a bit of modesty. Yet curled up like this exposes the pale flesh stretched across her back occasionally peaking through the dark strands of her hair.]
Archer wipes his hands when he's done cutting the banana and sets about brewing the tea. It will take a few minutes to steep properly, so he makes her plate and sets it on the provided tray in the meantime. Once he's satisfied the tea is ready, he pours a cup and moves back to the side of the bed with her breakfast in tow.
It's entirely irrational, too, but seeing even a sliver of the bare skin of her back makes him want to withdraw. Not because he's repulsed - but rather because he isn't.
It's a feeling has to master and bring to heel as he offers the meal to her. He looks at her face instead, and there are...so many questions. And yet, he can't seem to settle on one. ]
[The thin sheet Rin is using to cover her front falls from her collarbone down to the tops of her breasts as she lets her legs return flat against the mattress and her back against the headboard. One hand rises to grip the sheet to keep it from falling any further, but her other takes Archer's hand before he can retreat.]
You should eat too. If you're not in a contract you'll need to supplement yourself.
[Delicately her soft thumb pad drags over the warm-toned skin at the back of his hand. Silently marveling at how solidly he is. How unlike a dream this is. That makes it real, right?]
[ He wants to retreat. Very much so. And he has no reason to think she won’t let him do it. After all…he was her Servant. They fought together, he served his purpose, and that was the end of it. No matter the connection that brought them together in the first place, that was the fate of every Master and Servant.
That’s what he thinks…which is why he doesn’t know what to say when she actually takes his hand.
Rin surely remembers the acerbic wit of her Servant. How his tone could cut a person to shreds. How he was never shy to disagree or offer his opinion if he thought she was making the wrong decision. Or the way he fought like an angry war god to ensure his charges made it out of the forest intact.
But here…he is silent. He doesn’t know how to react or respond to such a simple gesture.
He should pull his hand away…he should. Instead, Archer tries to quell his own internal turmoil and mask it as best he can. ]
…there was no one suitable that I met.
[ If he’s going to have a choice in the matter (and what a novel notion that is, considering), he isn’t going to do so lightly.
The feeling of her thumb tracing along his knuckles is…distracting, and he still isn’t sure what to make of it. He also doesn’t know how to say he doesn’t trust this place or its food or anything about it. That he feels severely…out of his element here.
[No one suitable? Hah, of course not. If he's the type of man to spend a few days with her and deem her an "ideal master," for him... well, it's only natural he'd find a difficult replacement. Tohsaka is such a bundle of contradictions and oddities that it would be a surprise if he found someone similar to her.
Her hold on him ends, and she instead turns her attentions to her breakfast. By some unknown miracle he has relented, and as such she should reward that by allowing him some space. The medicine still has yet to kick in, so her assessment of the food and tea is slow.]
Good. They do put their own little additives to these things, but not usually when their "big bash" celebrations are winding down. The highest risk is at a party or a shop. A constant threat isn't a very effective one, after all.
[There needs to be certain types of "safe havens" in order to slowly frog-boil your prey, after all.]
[ It’s a relief when she lets go. He lets his hand fall away, and thankfully, he manages not to do so as if he’d just been scalded with something.
He can’t make heads or tails of the gesture, and he isn’t going to try to. He does feel a bit annoyed that he agreed to eat now — but what’s done is done, and he won’t take it back.
Suppressing a sigh, Archer walks back to the food trays and stares critically at all of it before putting a few things on a plate. He also makes a cup of tea…which is more what he actually wants than food. Eating is…strange. No matter how much staff kept shoving their choice delights at him during the party. ]
I noticed.
[ He didn’t enjoy the hedonist forever party. Not at all. He thought he managed to avoid the drugs and more questionable consumable items…but considering the present circumstances, that’s debatable.
He settles at the foot of the other side of the bed so they can continue talking — and so there’s space. He takes a bite of his food and debates what to ask before settling on one question. ]
Considering the Holiday decorations they had up last month? Roughly a year.
[There's not much initial follow up. Rin's eager to get the food down. Hoping that the digestion process will not only encourage the medicine to dissolve and work faster, but also that maybe a full stomach will ward off whatever portion may be a hunger headache. Tohsaka should probably switch to water after her little dose of caffeine from the tea...]
The information on your watch probably gives you a good picture of this place, but I have a few theories of my own. Once you settle in your own suite I'll have you come to mine and I'll share what I know.
[She knows sometimes there will be brief encounters. Wildcards who don't stay. But there's also implication in her words: suggesting that even alone like this it might not be safe to just come out and say what she has on her mind.]
[ A year... He had suspected that might be the case. Though Rin doesn't look much different from how he knew he before, there are...subtle changes. Small shifts that seemed to indicate some passage of time.
It's difficult to imagine a year in a place like this...and part of him doesn't want to. The fate of every Servant, the fate he'd consigned himself to long ago...somehow even that seems more appealing than this.
He doesn't say that, of course. Archer just accepts the answer and lets her eat while he...mulls all of this over. He also picks at his food, but clearly it's without much real interest. He's eating because he said he would, that's all.
When she breaks the silence again, he considers the offer quietly. He should try to learn more about this place with whatever means there are...but he hesitates. And he wonders if, perhaps, it would be better if their paths didn't cross.
He can't make such a determination now. So instead, he takes a sip of tea and nods one time. ]
When things settle.
[ He's not sure how long that will take...but he won't close a door in her face right now. ]
Oh, don't worry. I'm certain I can find a way for you to repay the debt.
[With a few more healthy bites, Rin finishes off her breakfast. It gets washed down with her drink, which she finishes as well. With a settled stomach and some more liquid in her, the headache is beginning to subside. Only bit by bit, though.]
Besides, it's likely we'll have to rely on each other more than once.
[She considers stopping him. Holding him out of some obligation to her. But he really doesn't, does he? There's no owing her anything when he served his role as her Servant absolutely perfectly. If anything she owes him for committing so well.
As such, she doesn't hold him back. Not even to dramatically swoon and rib him about leaving her all alone.]
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[It would also take him dangerously close to Sakura, who she's not sure if she'd be able to convince him not to try and take her out. At least not in the condition Rin's head is in.
After pulling her knees up to her chest, and resting her weight against her legs, Rin cradles her face against her knees. Nose flush against the duvet that provides her a bit of modesty. Yet curled up like this exposes the pale flesh stretched across her back occasionally peaking through the dark strands of her hair.]
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Archer wipes his hands when he's done cutting the banana and sets about brewing the tea. It will take a few minutes to steep properly, so he makes her plate and sets it on the provided tray in the meantime. Once he's satisfied the tea is ready, he pours a cup and moves back to the side of the bed with her breakfast in tow.
It's entirely irrational, too, but seeing even a sliver of the bare skin of her back makes him want to withdraw. Not because he's repulsed - but rather because he isn't.
It's a feeling has to master and bring to heel as he offers the meal to her. He looks at her face instead, and there are...so many questions. And yet, he can't seem to settle on one. ]
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You should eat too. If you're not in a contract you'll need to supplement yourself.
[Delicately her soft thumb pad drags over the warm-toned skin at the back of his hand. Silently marveling at how solidly he is. How unlike a dream this is. That makes it real, right?]
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That’s what he thinks…which is why he doesn’t know what to say when she actually takes his hand.
Rin surely remembers the acerbic wit of her Servant. How his tone could cut a person to shreds. How he was never shy to disagree or offer his opinion if he thought she was making the wrong decision. Or the way he fought like an angry war god to ensure his charges made it out of the forest intact.
But here…he is silent. He doesn’t know how to react or respond to such a simple gesture.
He should pull his hand away…he should. Instead, Archer tries to quell his own internal turmoil and mask it as best he can. ]
…there was no one suitable that I met.
[ If he’s going to have a choice in the matter (and what a novel notion that is, considering), he isn’t going to do so lightly.
The feeling of her thumb tracing along his knuckles is…distracting, and he still isn’t sure what to make of it. He also doesn’t know how to say he doesn’t trust this place or its food or anything about it. That he feels severely…out of his element here.
He doesn’t want to say any of that. So… ]
…I’ll eat something.
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Her hold on him ends, and she instead turns her attentions to her breakfast. By some unknown miracle he has relented, and as such she should reward that by allowing him some space. The medicine still has yet to kick in, so her assessment of the food and tea is slow.]
Good. They do put their own little additives to these things, but not usually when their "big bash" celebrations are winding down. The highest risk is at a party or a shop. A constant threat isn't a very effective one, after all.
[There needs to be certain types of "safe havens" in order to slowly frog-boil your prey, after all.]
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He can’t make heads or tails of the gesture, and he isn’t going to try to. He does feel a bit annoyed that he agreed to eat now — but what’s done is done, and he won’t take it back.
Suppressing a sigh, Archer walks back to the food trays and stares critically at all of it before putting a few things on a plate. He also makes a cup of tea…which is more what he actually wants than food. Eating is…strange. No matter how much staff kept shoving their choice delights at him during the party. ]
I noticed.
[ He didn’t enjoy the hedonist forever party. Not at all. He thought he managed to avoid the drugs and more questionable consumable items…but considering the present circumstances, that’s debatable.
He settles at the foot of the other side of the bed so they can continue talking — and so there’s space. He takes a bite of his food and debates what to ask before settling on one question. ]
How long have you been here?
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[There's not much initial follow up. Rin's eager to get the food down. Hoping that the digestion process will not only encourage the medicine to dissolve and work faster, but also that maybe a full stomach will ward off whatever portion may be a hunger headache. Tohsaka should probably switch to water after her little dose of caffeine from the tea...]
The information on your watch probably gives you a good picture of this place, but I have a few theories of my own. Once you settle in your own suite I'll have you come to mine and I'll share what I know.
[She knows sometimes there will be brief encounters. Wildcards who don't stay. But there's also implication in her words: suggesting that even alone like this it might not be safe to just come out and say what she has on her mind.]
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It's difficult to imagine a year in a place like this...and part of him doesn't want to. The fate of every Servant, the fate he'd consigned himself to long ago...somehow even that seems more appealing than this.
He doesn't say that, of course. Archer just accepts the answer and lets her eat while he...mulls all of this over. He also picks at his food, but clearly it's without much real interest. He's eating because he said he would, that's all.
When she breaks the silence again, he considers the offer quietly. He should try to learn more about this place with whatever means there are...but he hesitates. And he wonders if, perhaps, it would be better if their paths didn't cross.
He can't make such a determination now. So instead, he takes a sip of tea and nods one time. ]
When things settle.
[ He's not sure how long that will take...but he won't close a door in her face right now. ]
I don't have much to offer myself, at the moment.
[ He just got here...alas for his poor fortune. ]
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[With a few more healthy bites, Rin finishes off her breakfast. It gets washed down with her drink, which she finishes as well. With a settled stomach and some more liquid in her, the headache is beginning to subside. Only bit by bit, though.]
Besides, it's likely we'll have to rely on each other more than once.
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Some things never change.
[ He makes a statement and doesn't bother to explain it. Instead, he sets aside his half-eaten plate of food. ]
I have a suite to find so I should probably go do that.
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As such, she doesn't hold him back. Not even to dramatically swoon and rib him about leaving her all alone.]
Right. I'll see you around then, Archer.