【 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.
[ bluff called, line drawn. Getou doesn’t quiver an inch as the caress of it moves over his scalp — but privately, in the confined starch of a suit and jacket, every hair on his arms stands at attention, flesh pebbling with interest. honey of his own falling away with dilating pupils sweetens his gaze all the same, but the only one who’s allowed to smell it on him is standing in front of him. ]
[ not for long. ]
[ the toy lowers, following the division it had started, sensation becoming fuller as it presses the valley closer to what beats below, split of diaphragm, a thick trunk of abs divided in half. it hits the navel, lower, and flips then as it meets the seam of slacks. dancing between fingertips, the paddled end boasting a closure he amuses himself by fastening around the belt looped around him with an arrangement that takes him entirely too little time to figure out… and he’s all smiles when he turns and gives his makeshift leash a tug from the feathered end. Quincy’s hips are forced to follow suit first — much to the chagrin of a groaning gaggle of disgruntled gazers. ]
[ like a panther proud of the canary in its teeth, he parades his catch down Slut Alley, simultaneously taking the arguably most attractive men in the room off the menu, one from each category. bad luck for anyone who isn’t either of them. the jealousy lasts until Getou guides him through a silvery curtain and a dazzling, studded door; pleasures and attentions are quick and fleeting, appetites voracious. faultless, when he feels his own beginning to percolate between opportunity, interest, and a few glasses of bubbly. is this really the extent of his self control? his time spent as a statue has made him soft, quick to catch cold. ]
[ back pressing to the door to shut it after they’ve both passed the threshold, he traps Quincy into the decadent, disco-silver room. mirrors adorn the ceiling and the two side walls, encasing them in quicksilvery reflections; candles at the bedside tables flicker into hanging ornaments of mirror and crystal, sending orange-warm pockets of sunbursting scattered throughout the room. it’s warm in all ways, intimate… a decadent malaise that makes him feel empowered, indulgent, indolent. he smiles. ]
Well? [ goading, lashes and voice dropped low, youthful but gritty and purred. ] “If it’s what I want…” I wanted you alone, more.
[ bright eyes glimmer with the many embered reflections, eager and mischievous, greedy. ]
no subject
[ not for long. ]
[ the toy lowers, following the division it had started, sensation becoming fuller as it presses the valley closer to what beats below, split of diaphragm, a thick trunk of abs divided in half. it hits the navel, lower, and flips then as it meets the seam of slacks. dancing between fingertips, the paddled end boasting a closure he amuses himself by fastening around the belt looped around him with an arrangement that takes him entirely too little time to figure out… and he’s all smiles when he turns and gives his makeshift leash a tug from the feathered end. Quincy’s hips are forced to follow suit first — much to the chagrin of a groaning gaggle of disgruntled gazers. ]
[ like a panther proud of the canary in its teeth, he parades his catch down Slut Alley, simultaneously taking the arguably most attractive men in the room off the menu, one from each category. bad luck for anyone who isn’t either of them. the jealousy lasts until Getou guides him through a silvery curtain and a dazzling, studded door; pleasures and attentions are quick and fleeting, appetites voracious. faultless, when he feels his own beginning to percolate between opportunity, interest, and a few glasses of bubbly. is this really the extent of his self control? his time spent as a statue has made him soft, quick to catch cold. ]
[ back pressing to the door to shut it after they’ve both passed the threshold, he traps Quincy into the decadent, disco-silver room. mirrors adorn the ceiling and the two side walls, encasing them in quicksilvery reflections; candles at the bedside tables flicker into hanging ornaments of mirror and crystal, sending orange-warm pockets of sunbursting scattered throughout the room. it’s warm in all ways, intimate… a decadent malaise that makes him feel empowered, indulgent, indolent. he smiles. ]
Well? [ goading, lashes and voice dropped low, youthful but gritty and purred. ] “If it’s what I want…” I wanted you alone, more.
[ bright eyes glimmer with the many embered reflections, eager and mischievous, greedy. ]
What else do I want?
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