【 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.
[ As for one Ragna the Bloodedge, he's all too aware of the rules of this game. Despite his high rank, he's hit that sweet spot! Any higher and he gets unwanted attention and people trying their damnest to hang off his arms and paw for attention from the angriest(?) guest this side of the Golden Peacock. Any lower? ...Well, actually, if the Grim Reaper settled for a rank closer to 7 or 8, he'd be coasting as well. But this way, at least he has his own kitchenette for the rare days he wasn't living in Weiss' royal quarters!
Be that as it may, it wasn't stopping the staff from catering to his every need. ...needs that he never specified, but they ultimately have him cozily squared away into an available booth. In other words, they didn't give him a choice but to roll. After all, someone as seasoned as him should show the newcomers how it's done, right? If the House deems them fit to be shuffled in with the rest of the deck, all the better! So for now, Mayou's confident little smile was gonna be greeted to a stonefaced Grim Reaper. ]
Well somebody's gung-ho out the gate.
[ God abandoned this booth long ago. Loosing a sigh, his grumpy front ebbs away slightly as his mismatched red and green gaze assesses her up and down. ]
Lemme guess. You're the wildcard these jackasses told me to wait for?
[ She's a new face, that's for sure. Why else would the House be hosting a party with no time or reason? ...Literally they can't leave and his internal clock is struggling right now. ]
Guess I must be. The jackasses didn't explicitly tell me that, though.
[ Oh. No, nevermind, he's good. Grumpy guy or not, she's claiming this side of the booth and there's not a damn thing he can do about it. Tough cookies, fella. Mayou's got a buzz going from the good bubbly and it's got her feeling loose and relaxed in a way that's practically unprecedented in a settling like this - Ragna's just gonna have to Deal With It until the game's over, or she gets overconfident and drinks too much. ]
A little enthusiasm won't kill you, you know.
[ Siiiiiiiiiiiiiip. ]
Unless you'd prefer to sit here by yourself all night?
[ Mismatched hues eye up an otherwise unassuming bottle of bubbly that's set on the table; no doubt it's to help facilitate the comfort of their respective guests. Ragna wasn't the type to drink himself into a stupor, but he also didn't have a very high tolerance either, surprisingly enough. One would think that his constitution would see him more immune to "poisons", but no. It behaves with him no differently than anyone else when it comes to alcohol.
Still, he's a pretty big guy. That has to help create a buffer, right? Especially when he squints at Mayou for calling him out on his "stick-in-the-mud" nature. ]
You don't think I can get down and cozy? [ Is that a challenge? ] Roll those dice, lady. I'll show you just how enthusiastic I can be.
[ Ragna, your penchant for making everything sound like a threat is showing...even if you're reaching for a sliver to pour some of that bubbly into because, screw it at this point. ]
iii because we love ourselves don't we
Be that as it may, it wasn't stopping the staff from catering to his every need. ...needs that he never specified, but they ultimately have him cozily squared away into an available booth. In other words, they didn't give him a choice but to roll. After all, someone as seasoned as him should show the newcomers how it's done, right? If the House deems them fit to be shuffled in with the rest of the deck, all the better! So for now, Mayou's confident little smile was gonna be greeted to a stonefaced Grim Reaper. ]
Well somebody's gung-ho out the gate.
[ God abandoned this booth long ago. Loosing a sigh, his grumpy front ebbs away slightly as his mismatched red and green gaze assesses her up and down. ]
Lemme guess. You're the wildcard these jackasses told me to wait for?
[ She's a new face, that's for sure. Why else would the House be hosting a party with no time or reason? ...Literally they can't leave and his internal clock is struggling right now. ]
Grabby hands atchu tbh
Guess I must be. The jackasses didn't explicitly tell me that, though.
[ Oh. No, nevermind, he's good.
Grumpy guy or not, she's claiming this side of the booth and there's not a damn thing he can do about it. Tough cookies, fella. Mayou's got a buzz going from the good bubbly and it's got her feeling loose and relaxed in a way that's practically unprecedented in a settling like this - Ragna's just gonna have to Deal With It until the game's over, or she gets overconfident and drinks too much. ]
A little enthusiasm won't kill you, you know.
[ Siiiiiiiiiiiiiip. ]
Unless you'd prefer to sit here by yourself all night?
no subject
Figures... Flippant buncha jerks.
[ Mismatched hues eye up an otherwise unassuming bottle of bubbly that's set on the table; no doubt it's to help facilitate the comfort of their respective guests. Ragna wasn't the type to drink himself into a stupor, but he also didn't have a very high tolerance either, surprisingly enough. One would think that his constitution would see him more immune to "poisons", but no. It behaves with him no differently than anyone else when it comes to alcohol.
Still, he's a pretty big guy. That has to help create a buffer, right? Especially when he squints at Mayou for calling him out on his "stick-in-the-mud" nature. ]
You don't think I can get down and cozy? [ Is that a challenge? ] Roll those dice, lady. I'll show you just how enthusiastic I can be.
[ Ragna, your penchant for making everything sound like a threat is showing...even if you're reaching for a sliver to pour some of that bubbly into because, screw it at this point. ]