【 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!
▶ We ask you to kindly add content warnings to your threads as appropriate.
▶ If you do not currently have permissions and kinks listed in your character’s journal we suggest leaving a note in your top level of any limits or boundaries for other players to reference.
[ well yes, she did. ] You're all scarred and gnarled like an ugly root vegetable, and maybe I could make mashed potatoes out of y-- [ oh, well. there's her windshield totally cracking under his... limbs. what is going on with those, he must have some transformative arts or even restorative or he's just some tough-to-kill bastard because a lesser man should be passing out from the pain or just lying down and begging for forgiveness and mercy.
but here he is throwing up all over her joyride.
unforgivable. ]
I'm going to make you regret that--! [ a threat she could still casually laugh almost in sing-song; clearly the sane thing to do is bail, but she's going to try to trust in this thing's windshield to 1) not shatter into pieces to cut her under this viney assault and 2) if it does, let it happen after she...
slams her foot on the pedal and drives this thing aiming to crash him full-force into a load-bearing pillar.
it's going to hurt for the both of them but hopefully a lot more so for one of them as she flings the door open to jump out. well she'd scanned around this place for an exit and this place might as well be a maze in how she couldn't locate one. that's fine. she doesn't mind trying to bring a section of it down to brute force a way out. ]
Well. More like crash. If he were not in such a precarious position right now, he could respect the play. High risk high reward, take out your opponent by any means necessary, including but not limited to giving yourself whiplash and utterly wrecking your swanky new ride. That's some top tier commitment there, he might even give her a bow.
By which i mean his torso is crushed so throroughly it knocks the wind, and whatever other juices he kept down, right out of him. His vines cease their attack as what remains of his upper half goes limp on the hood. There's a wet splat under the car as his crushed lower half gives in and disconnects, sliding down the pillar and on to the cold asphalt to join his other leg. A pool of blood, organs, and black ichor seep from beneath the hummer, the scent of copper mixing with the engine's now busted radiator as it leaks out.
Well, the deed is done, she's taken this guy out. She's free to explore the lot or simply hijack another limo. Who's going to stop her? The cops??? Good fucking luck.
But before she can get too far away, her ears may pick up the faint crackles of a dried up vine slinking at her on the concrete, like a misplaced viper. It's followed by the sound of creaking metal, and should she look over, something is forcing back the hummer juuuust enough to give Chobe's body some breathing room. She may get an eyeful of his mutilated corpse sprouting all sorts of twisting, rotting vines and roots, blinding whipping about to drag organs back into flesh, stitching limbs together, snapping bones back into place. Chobe's good eye opens wide as his torso's reattached proper, staring daggers at the wolf as that stray vine he sent toward her curls into the air and strikes. She can avoid it of course, but if she's not fast enough, he's gonna try to send her off with at least one new hole.]
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but here he is throwing up all over her joyride.
unforgivable. ]
I'm going to make you regret that--! [ a threat she could still casually laugh almost in sing-song; clearly the sane thing to do is bail, but she's going to try to trust in this thing's windshield to 1) not shatter into pieces to cut her under this viney assault and 2) if it does, let it happen after she...
slams her foot on the pedal and drives this thing aiming to crash him full-force into a load-bearing pillar.
it's going to hurt for the both of them but hopefully a lot more so for one of them as she flings the door open to jump out. well she'd scanned around this place for an exit and this place might as well be a maze in how she couldn't locate one. that's fine. she doesn't mind trying to bring a section of it down to brute force a way out. ]
cw more gore remember to buckle up kids
Well. More like crash. If he were not in such a precarious position right now, he could respect the play. High risk high reward, take out your opponent by any means necessary, including but not limited to giving yourself whiplash and utterly wrecking your swanky new ride. That's some top tier commitment there, he might even give her a bow.
By which i mean his torso is crushed so throroughly it knocks the wind, and whatever other juices he kept down, right out of him. His vines cease their attack as what remains of his upper half goes limp on the hood. There's a wet splat under the car as his crushed lower half gives in and disconnects, sliding down the pillar and on to the cold asphalt to join his other leg. A pool of blood, organs, and black ichor seep from beneath the hummer, the scent of copper mixing with the engine's now busted radiator as it leaks out.
Well, the deed is done, she's taken this guy out. She's free to explore the lot or simply hijack another limo. Who's going to stop her? The cops??? Good fucking luck.
But before she can get too far away, her ears may pick up the faint crackles of a dried up vine slinking at her on the concrete, like a misplaced viper. It's followed by the sound of creaking metal, and should she look over, something is forcing back the hummer juuuust enough to give Chobe's body some breathing room. She may get an eyeful of his mutilated corpse sprouting all sorts of twisting, rotting vines and roots, blinding whipping about to drag organs back into flesh, stitching limbs together, snapping bones back into place. Chobe's good eye opens wide as his torso's reattached proper, staring daggers at the wolf as that stray vine he sent toward her curls into the air and strikes. She can avoid it of course, but if she's not fast enough, he's gonna try to send her off with at least one new hole.]