【 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.
There's a difference between shy and not being an exhibitionist.
[ Red mutters, although she's not doing a good job of showing the difference considering the way her heart races in her chest and the flush in her cheeks. There's a very attractive woman in her lap after all - no, straddling her thigh - and her fingers inch a little higher, despite herself, the pads sliding up and up until she feels lace under her fingers and she's practically got her hand buried against her underwear. Her throat works in a slow swallow. The movements of their bodies just add to the rush of heat in her belly and the faint sense of dizziness that follows her. ]
That's it.
[ She finally confirms with a little hiss. ]
If you don't go, it's my win, isn't it?
[ Not quite an answer. But she hasn't let her go with her other hand just yet. ]
[ Rather than always winning, what Coquelic is more interested in is always getting what she wants. Right now, that's her own pleasure, and maybe the satisfaction she'd get out of bending someone to her whims like this, even for a game. The touch of the other's fingers at the lace at the front of her garment is featherlight — but still noticeable enough. Could she push her into playing along? It's looking like it. ]
A few chips is no skin off my nose... [ She hums, sounding well and truly carefree. She's fickle; a few minutes ago, she might've cared more about winning for the sake of domination. But when it comes to actual need... ] The same can't be said for you though, can it?
[ Who knows where she'll get slotted in. Coquelic's in a comfortable position here at the resort — it's not as extravagant as she'd like, but it's nice. She doesn't need to grovel. ]
You can think of it more like a... generous donation.
[ The word generous in particular is laced with irony. Between the lines, sure, she'll forfeit. Being here at this hotel is only about having a great time for her, after all, and this is fun. ]
That's only if you know how to show some gratitude, though.
[ For all that she is playing along a little, she still seems a bit defiant - or at least she's trying to be. It's a little strange for her, in any case, to be caught between the urge to prove she can win this game and wanting to pull back. She furrows her brow. ]
It's not like I have much to lose.
[ She's more right than she knows and also more wrong than she knows. She's not used to this place yet. ]
Gratitude? What? You expect me to get on my knees or owe you a favor or what? Because that's not happening.
[ She laughs again, though it's less loud and more to herself this time. Her eyes crease, amused. ]
Such little imagination. You're not very quick, are you?
[ Pointedly, she lowers her hand and encircles it around the other woman's wrist — the same one that's still lingering near the crease of her thigh. Here she thought she was gonna trick her into realizing the implication she was laying down: that if she showed her a good time, made her feel good for bit, then she'd pass off the chips without complaint. Nonetheless, she doesn't have an interest in pushing someone further than they're actually willing, not in a matter like this. She pulls up on her wrist to put distance between her touch and her skin, almost chastising. Just like that, her voice loses some of the sultry silkiness it had had before, wading back into 'explaining something that's obvious' energy. It at least cuts some of the sexual tension that was starting to build, seeming unaffected in the face of her defiance. ]
I'll tell you this right now: you're not going to get very far in this place with an attitude like that. I was throwing you a bone, there, silly girl. You're supposed to pick it up.
[ Red can be a bit dense, it's true. Also stubborn. When she has something in her head, it's hard to get it out - for better or for worse. She frowns at her, eyes narrowing a little as she seems to bristle a bit at being talked down to. Or what feels like being talked down to, anyway. ]
Quick enough.
[ She leans back and lifts her other hand to give her shoulder a shove, urging her right off of Red's lap. ]
I don't want your bones. [ Alas, she really is going to have to adjust to this place. ]
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[ Red mutters, although she's not doing a good job of showing the difference considering the way her heart races in her chest and the flush in her cheeks. There's a very attractive woman in her lap after all - no, straddling her thigh - and her fingers inch a little higher, despite herself, the pads sliding up and up until she feels lace under her fingers and she's practically got her hand buried against her underwear. Her throat works in a slow swallow. The movements of their bodies just add to the rush of heat in her belly and the faint sense of dizziness that follows her. ]
That's it.
[ She finally confirms with a little hiss. ]
If you don't go, it's my win, isn't it?
[ Not quite an answer. But she hasn't let her go with her other hand just yet. ]
Up to you if you want to forfeit.
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A few chips is no skin off my nose... [ She hums, sounding well and truly carefree. She's fickle; a few minutes ago, she might've cared more about winning for the sake of domination. But when it comes to actual need... ] The same can't be said for you though, can it?
[ Who knows where she'll get slotted in. Coquelic's in a comfortable position here at the resort — it's not as extravagant as she'd like, but it's nice. She doesn't need to grovel. ]
You can think of it more like a... generous donation.
[ The word generous in particular is laced with irony. Between the lines, sure, she'll forfeit. Being here at this hotel is only about having a great time for her, after all, and this is fun. ]
That's only if you know how to show some gratitude, though.
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It's not like I have much to lose.
[ She's more right than she knows and also more wrong than she knows. She's not used to this place yet. ]
Gratitude? What? You expect me to get on my knees or owe you a favor or what? Because that's not happening.
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[ She laughs again, though it's less loud and more to herself this time. Her eyes crease, amused. ]
Such little imagination. You're not very quick, are you?
[ Pointedly, she lowers her hand and encircles it around the other woman's wrist — the same one that's still lingering near the crease of her thigh. Here she thought she was gonna trick her into realizing the implication she was laying down: that if she showed her a good time, made her feel good for bit, then she'd pass off the chips without complaint. Nonetheless, she doesn't have an interest in pushing someone further than they're actually willing, not in a matter like this. She pulls up on her wrist to put distance between her touch and her skin, almost chastising. Just like that, her voice loses some of the sultry silkiness it had had before, wading back into 'explaining something that's obvious' energy. It at least cuts some of the sexual tension that was starting to build, seeming unaffected in the face of her defiance. ]
I'll tell you this right now: you're not going to get very far in this place with an attitude like that. I was throwing you a bone, there, silly girl. You're supposed to pick it up.
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Quick enough.
[ She leans back and lifts her other hand to give her shoulder a shove, urging her right off of Red's lap. ]
I don't want your bones. [ Alas, she really is going to have to adjust to this place. ]
I don't need them.