【 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.
▶ Current characters may top level on the TDM. Any current characters posting to the TDM should note they are current in their subject header.
▶ 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.
[ 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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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.) ]