【 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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[ he gives a small, huff of a laugh at her response, glancing back down at the front of his chest. the water has all but dried off by now, save for just a faint layer of dampness that's really only noticeable if one were to put a hand right on his chest.
the formality of a handshake also prompts another little laugh; it's so at odds with all the forced intimacy and casualness of their situation, you just have to laugh at it. ]
I wish it were under better circumstances, but it's nice to meet you anyway, Layla. Or do you prefer Reira?
[ at her question, though, he gives a short shake of his head. he draws his hand back, smoothing it over the pillow that has become his lifeline in all his attempts at decency. ]
No. As far as I know, I'm the only one here from my world. [ it's a relief, in all honesty. he doesn't know what he'd do if he had to look someone from home in the eye again, after all that was said and done. ] Do you know if anyone from yours is also here?
I think…I heard someone say something about different ‘worlds’ earlier this week. Maybe we wouldn’t have met at all outside of this place really…
( it’s mindless chatter to fill the space between his laughter really. she knew deep inside even if they came from the same town, country, or whatever, they probably wouldn’t have ever met. back home she was in her own little bubble being a celebrity and all-
he would only be noticed by her if she flirted with him and he gave her attention. it’s not something she’ll mention but she does great him properly before glancing down at his lap briefly. her gaze shifted away and back onto his face, a calm expression still on hers. )
Ah….that doesn’t matter to me, but I do get a bit sad when I hear ‘Layla’. The song and all…
( named after the worst song imaginable, truly her life was cursed. )
As for that, I’m all alone here it seems. I guess that’s why I haven’t been in any rush to leave this room or go anywhere. I’m not really sure…what to do with myself now.
The song...? [ his head cants to the side. ] I don't think I'm familiar with it.
[ he's not pressing, though, since it seems a sore spot. but it does seem further proof there are indeed some discrepancies in their worlds. from what marco can tell by scent alone, she doesn't seem to have any traces of twilight in her. a normal then, just a regular human. ]
For all that we're trapped here, there are at least a variety of things to do... The hotel is much larger than you might think. There's restaurants, shopping centers, wellness facilities, even a university you can take classes in. If you're looking for something to pass the time, I'm sure you'll find something to suit you.
[ he plucks at the edge of the pillow, an unconscious tic. ]
Apart from playing the game, there's really nothing else we're obligated to do... So your time here is what you want to make of it.
( it was a terrible song by a terrible man when she thought about, but only ever listened to it when she was completely sad. so she won't offer to sing it to marco to see if he just didn't recognize the name—
instead she simply shrugged at his words, putting a pin in that comment for now. )
I'll be at the wellness facilities every day if it has a gym...
( it's a faint comment, and while it could seem she was vain about her appearance, really it was more of a structured habit. being famous meant she had to look her best always, even in a place like this where no one really knew her. )
What about you? I mean...aside from avoiding sex, what do you do in your spare time?
( and now she was moving closer to him, her face looking up at his with an intense curiosity. she was genuinely interested in what someone like him did to pass the time. reira didn't want to assume but she could sense he certainly wasn't taking drugs and partying it up, like she had. )
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the formality of a handshake also prompts another little laugh; it's so at odds with all the forced intimacy and casualness of their situation, you just have to laugh at it. ]
I wish it were under better circumstances, but it's nice to meet you anyway, Layla. Or do you prefer Reira?
[ at her question, though, he gives a short shake of his head. he draws his hand back, smoothing it over the pillow that has become his lifeline in all his attempts at decency. ]
No. As far as I know, I'm the only one here from my world. [ it's a relief, in all honesty. he doesn't know what he'd do if he had to look someone from home in the eye again, after all that was said and done. ] Do you know if anyone from yours is also here?
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( it’s mindless chatter to fill the space between his laughter really. she knew deep inside even if they came from the same town, country, or whatever, they probably wouldn’t have ever met. back home she was in her own little bubble being a celebrity and all-
he would only be noticed by her if she flirted with him and he gave her attention. it’s not something she’ll mention but she does great him properly before glancing down at his lap briefly. her gaze shifted away and back onto his face, a calm expression still on hers. )
Ah….that doesn’t matter to me, but I do get a bit sad when I hear ‘Layla’. The song and all…
( named after the worst song imaginable, truly her life was cursed. )
As for that, I’m all alone here it seems. I guess that’s why I haven’t been in any rush to leave this room or go anywhere. I’m not really sure…what to do with myself now.
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[ he's not pressing, though, since it seems a sore spot. but it does seem further proof there are indeed some discrepancies in their worlds. from what marco can tell by scent alone, she doesn't seem to have any traces of twilight in her. a normal then, just a regular human. ]
For all that we're trapped here, there are at least a variety of things to do... The hotel is much larger than you might think. There's restaurants, shopping centers, wellness facilities, even a university you can take classes in. If you're looking for something to pass the time, I'm sure you'll find something to suit you.
[ he plucks at the edge of the pillow, an unconscious tic. ]
Apart from playing the game, there's really nothing else we're obligated to do... So your time here is what you want to make of it.
no subject
instead she simply shrugged at his words, putting a pin in that comment for now. )
I'll be at the wellness facilities every day if it has a gym...
( it's a faint comment, and while it could seem she was vain about her appearance, really it was more of a structured habit. being famous meant she had to look her best always, even in a place like this where no one really knew her. )
What about you? I mean...aside from avoiding sex, what do you do in your spare time?
( and now she was moving closer to him, her face looking up at his with an intense curiosity. she was genuinely interested in what someone like him did to pass the time. reira didn't want to assume but she could sense he certainly wasn't taking drugs and partying it up, like she had. )