【 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.
[ At the very least, whatever misgivings Stelle may have about Aventurine, his memory isn't one of them; he's way too clever to be forgetful. So unless he's lying, nothing happened, and whether she ought to or not, she does trust him. Call it her Trailblazer intuition...or her confidence that she can handle him in a fight. Emanators need not intervene.
So, that being the case, the only unanswered question is how she got into his bed in the first place — or is it hers? It doesn't really matter, nor does she care, because now that the adrenaline is wearing off, a throb of pain through her head sharply reminds her that she's hungover as hell. How much did she even drink last night? However long last night was?
A long, drawn-out groan escapes her, turning her head enough to peer at him through her curtain of messy bedhead. ]
...but can spooning you cure a hangover? [ yes she is assigning herself to big spoon ] 'M not trying to be my charming self, I'm being so real right now.
[ She never realized before there could be too much partying, but here she is. Lifting her head just slightly with one elbow tucked beneath it, she pushes her hair out of her face with her free hand. ]
Aren't you feeling it, too? Don't tell me you're one of those annoying people who wake up all bright-eyed and bushy-tailed after a night at the bar.
( that she sees himself in such a way does steal a genuine laugh out of aventurine - heartfelt and amused in spades, something warm blossoming in the pit of his stomach. it's not the world's kindest compliment, not when it has a few potential layers of envy in it, but it's... well. it's certainly one of the nicest he has received in his life, sigonian and all.
aventurine doesn't reply just yet; instead, he stands up from the bed, walking up to his shirt so he can begin dressing himself. there's something here, too, a weird tinge of... shame, perhaps, something aventurine can't quite pin-point, at stelle seeing the unsightly parts of himself. for all of his pretty face, his body is anything but, blemished with scars as it is. stories of a life that didn't treat him so kindly. )
Hahah, is that how I look to you, my friend? Bright-eyed and bushy-tailed? ( the irony of being called bright-eyed when his eyes are dull, etc. ) Sorry to disappoint, but I'm just like you, though I'm used to it. Is this your first hangover?
( how much soulglad did you drink in penacony, girl. still, properly dressed, aventurine searches through their breakfast table for a simple glass of cold water and, after more rummaging, a couple painkillers. it's unsurprising the house has put these there, considering the very long party they just forced onto their guests.
back to stelle he goes, offering both. )
It'll help with your headache. Everything else... Well, it'll take some time. But nothing Ms. Stellaron can't power through, hm?
but where is he adventurine to
So, that being the case, the only unanswered question is how she got into his bed in the first place — or is it hers? It doesn't really matter, nor does she care, because now that the adrenaline is wearing off, a throb of pain through her head sharply reminds her that she's hungover as hell. How much did she even drink last night? However long last night was?
A long, drawn-out groan escapes her, turning her head enough to peer at him through her curtain of messy bedhead. ]
...but can spooning you cure a hangover? [ yes she is assigning herself to big spoon ] 'M not trying to be my charming self, I'm being so real right now.
[ She never realized before there could be too much partying, but here she is. Lifting her head just slightly with one elbow tucked beneath it, she pushes her hair out of her face with her free hand. ]
Aren't you feeling it, too? Don't tell me you're one of those annoying people who wake up all bright-eyed and bushy-tailed after a night at the bar.
i hate that i laughed
aventurine doesn't reply just yet; instead, he stands up from the bed, walking up to his shirt so he can begin dressing himself. there's something here, too, a weird tinge of... shame, perhaps, something aventurine can't quite pin-point, at stelle seeing the unsightly parts of himself. for all of his pretty face, his body is anything but, blemished with scars as it is. stories of a life that didn't treat him so kindly. )
Hahah, is that how I look to you, my friend? Bright-eyed and bushy-tailed? ( the irony of being called bright-eyed when his eyes are dull, etc. ) Sorry to disappoint, but I'm just like you, though I'm used to it. Is this your first hangover?
( how much soulglad did you drink in penacony, girl. still, properly dressed, aventurine searches through their breakfast table for a simple glass of cold water and, after more rummaging, a couple painkillers. it's unsurprising the house has put these there, considering the very long party they just forced onto their guests.
back to stelle he goes, offering both. )
It'll help with your headache. Everything else... Well, it'll take some time. But nothing Ms. Stellaron can't power through, hm?