【 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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[To say he's surprised would be an understatement.
Sunday is shocked by the casual display of power. One moment he's a sopping wet cat and the next — it is like the water never touched him. He watches that ball of water, like a blue marble held aloft, and then it splashes to the ground, sluicing across concrete in a wet splash.]
That was... incredible.
[It is on the tip of his tongue to ask questions in the wake of his own fierce curiosity, but too soon the valet has returned, bowing profusely, apologies spilling out of his mouth. No one ever comes down here, the man tells them, pushing the rack of clothes forward. Here, where? Forgive me, sirs, I don't have much to offer you. Sunday's puzzlement gets the better of him.]
Could you please tell us where we are? I apologize, our heads are a bit — foggy. We woke without much memory of our circumstances. Anything would help.
[Golden Peacock, 5-star Resort and Casino! The valet points to the Watches on their wrists. Everything you need to know's in there. Go ahead and take whatever clothes you want! On the House. Now excuse me, got to hurry! And he's off, racing to the next guests who need him.
A bit skeptically, Sunday turns his attention to the clothes, then to Neuvillette.]
Why don't you get dressed and I will investigate these... devices, in the meantime? [Ahem.] I'll turn away for your privacy.
( the explanation is...lacking, vague in answer and brief in summary. but given his role in overseeing these 'cars' and little else, perhaps that is to be expected. whoever it is actually holds the answers to both how and why of their presence here is unlikely to be found in a room meant solely to house vehicles.
which means they will need to leave this place, and that means sunday's suggestion is the most pragmatic one at the moment. although. neuvillette gestures towards the rack of clothing. )
Are you certain you wouldn't prefer to change first, Mr. Sunday? You looked rather uncomfortable earlier.
[Ah. Though he recognizes that his discomfort wasn't exactly subtle, he can't help but turn his own self-chastisement inward for making it obvious enough this man noticed. His own gaze strays to the clothing rack in consideration. Surely there will be something on there preferable to this... flimsy excuse of a robe wrapped around his body.]
It's nothing I can't stand. Besides, with your help, I am no longer soaking wet.
[A bit of a charitable interpretation, since Neuvillette was the reason he became a drowned rat in the first place.]
How about we both change together? Facing away, of course. I don't mean to invade your privacy. Our circumstances are difficult enough at the moment.
but the compromise is acceptable and he nods once in the affirmative, appending a quick very well, before turning towards the creaky clothing rack and sorting through the options hung up for display. high collars, ruffled sleeves, all similar to the fashion he usually wears, though the fabric itself is stiff underneath his fingers and a touch dusty as well.
a small moth flies out from underneath one coat lapel, careening past sunday's ear before vanishing in the dim light. neuvillette frowns. )
It seems as though these have not been worn for some time.
( might there be mold growing on the inside of some of them....? hopefully not. with a shirt and pair of slacks pulled off the rack, he gets to work changing. turned away from sunday, of course. )
[That judgment isn't wrong. Sunday inspects the rack of clothing from the other side, his eyes following the moth's path of flight — and though he's good at schooling his expression, there's a tightness around his mouth. Almost humor. Almost a smile.
After selecting his own outfit from the available options — the least ruffled and gaudy he can find, a black bowtie suit — he turns his back as well and begins changing. He opens his robe and shivers at a cold draft of air, recognizing how much worse this would be if he was still wet.]
I suppose of anyone else I could have woken up in a strange new world with, I'm glad it was such agreeable company.
[He can be self-reflective, and in the past, he can't say that he would have felt agreeable amongst so many unknowns. Mr. Neuvillette is naturally calm; that does seem to help.]
( the comment catches him halfway through buttoning up a striped shirt over his chest, fingers pausing for half a moment as his eyes flick to the left. of all the various descriptors both people and publications have used to refer to him in the past, he can't say he's ever heard that one with alarming frequency. or at all, really. )
I am not usually described as such.
( reserved, aloof, impartial, impersonal, unfeeling, on the other hand....but he is grateful for sunday's even temperament in the face of these unique circumstances, and the steadiness of both his tone and bearing. )
In that case, I must also thank you for being equally agreeable company.
( it could be much worse. it could be furina here with him, voice loud and screeching as she oscillates between panic and dramatic indignation. )
Do you typically find yourself waking in strange vehicles with strange company, Mr. Sunday?
[Please, Neuvillette is far more agreeable than so many of the Family representatives he's had to deal with. Though they dedicate themselves to the Harmony, it does not lend itself to seamless collaboration in practice. A common cause can't always unite the differences of personality, but Sunday understood — at least back then — that each of them was necessary in order to work toward a common goal.
Here, there's almost a kind of freedom in being able to choose his own company.]
Then we have that in common. [Stuffy, awkward, proper bureaucrats that they are...] And no, not usually. I had — ah, certain standing that would have made it difficult to encounter such unusual situations. My days were quite regimented.
[Local control freak in recovery at your service. He laughs, more at himself, pulling on the starchy white shirt and buttoning it up with nimble fingers.]
I had a feeling something like this might happen eventually. Not so specific, but... equally out of the ordinary. I left my previous position, you see. What about yourself, Mr. Neuvillette?
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Sunday is shocked by the casual display of power. One moment he's a sopping wet cat and the next — it is like the water never touched him. He watches that ball of water, like a blue marble held aloft, and then it splashes to the ground, sluicing across concrete in a wet splash.]
That was... incredible.
[It is on the tip of his tongue to ask questions in the wake of his own fierce curiosity, but too soon the valet has returned, bowing profusely, apologies spilling out of his mouth. No one ever comes down here, the man tells them, pushing the rack of clothes forward. Here, where? Forgive me, sirs, I don't have much to offer you. Sunday's puzzlement gets the better of him.]
Could you please tell us where we are? I apologize, our heads are a bit — foggy. We woke without much memory of our circumstances. Anything would help.
[Golden Peacock, 5-star Resort and Casino! The valet points to the Watches on their wrists. Everything you need to know's in there. Go ahead and take whatever clothes you want! On the House. Now excuse me, got to hurry! And he's off, racing to the next guests who need him.
A bit skeptically, Sunday turns his attention to the clothes, then to Neuvillette.]
Why don't you get dressed and I will investigate these... devices, in the meantime? [Ahem.] I'll turn away for your privacy.
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which means they will need to leave this place, and that means sunday's suggestion is the most pragmatic one at the moment. although. neuvillette gestures towards the rack of clothing. )
Are you certain you wouldn't prefer to change first, Mr. Sunday? You looked rather uncomfortable earlier.
( you know. when he was sopping wet. )
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It's nothing I can't stand. Besides, with your help, I am no longer soaking wet.
[A bit of a charitable interpretation, since Neuvillette was the reason he became a drowned rat in the first place.]
How about we both change together? Facing away, of course. I don't mean to invade your privacy. Our circumstances are difficult enough at the moment.
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but the compromise is acceptable and he nods once in the affirmative, appending a quick very well, before turning towards the creaky clothing rack and sorting through the options hung up for display. high collars, ruffled sleeves, all similar to the fashion he usually wears, though the fabric itself is stiff underneath his fingers and a touch dusty as well.
a small moth flies out from underneath one coat lapel, careening past sunday's ear before vanishing in the dim light. neuvillette frowns. )
It seems as though these have not been worn for some time.
( might there be mold growing on the inside of some of them....? hopefully not. with a shirt and pair of slacks pulled off the rack, he gets to work changing. turned away from sunday, of course. )
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After selecting his own outfit from the available options — the least ruffled and gaudy he can find, a black bowtie suit — he turns his back as well and begins changing. He opens his robe and shivers at a cold draft of air, recognizing how much worse this would be if he was still wet.]
I suppose of anyone else I could have woken up in a strange new world with, I'm glad it was such agreeable company.
[He can be self-reflective, and in the past, he can't say that he would have felt agreeable amongst so many unknowns. Mr. Neuvillette is naturally calm; that does seem to help.]
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I am not usually described as such.
( reserved, aloof, impartial, impersonal, unfeeling, on the other hand....but he is grateful for sunday's even temperament in the face of these unique circumstances, and the steadiness of both his tone and bearing. )
In that case, I must also thank you for being equally agreeable company.
( it could be much worse. it could be furina here with him, voice loud and screeching as she oscillates between panic and dramatic indignation. )
Do you typically find yourself waking in strange vehicles with strange company, Mr. Sunday?
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Here, there's almost a kind of freedom in being able to choose his own company.]
Then we have that in common. [Stuffy, awkward, proper bureaucrats that they are...] And no, not usually. I had — ah, certain standing that would have made it difficult to encounter such unusual situations. My days were quite regimented.
[Local control freak in recovery at your service. He laughs, more at himself, pulling on the starchy white shirt and buttoning it up with nimble fingers.]
I had a feeling something like this might happen eventually. Not so specific, but... equally out of the ordinary. I left my previous position, you see. What about yourself, Mr. Neuvillette?