【 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.
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▶ 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.
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[ words that caress the shell of his ear like a blush of wind or pass of down feather, soft but purposeful — and obvious in its purpose. Getou thinks about whether or not to rise to the bait, head tilted on an invisible axis, mouth a question of whether or not he should flash the bloody chicken coop in his teeth. thankfully for Seimei, he likes some kickback. the world would be boring without dissent. ]
I'd argue the service provider should name his price... [ instead, this, the thoughtful stroke of a chin that pulls into resignation. ] But I did offer.
[ responsibility taken, the bargaining begins. how to flatter a fox into a menial task? ]
Outside of the joy of the thing, [ who doesn't love telling obnoxious people off, ] you could, of course, piggyback off of my current status... Don't you like the idea of being the one I chose out of this flock, hm?
[ he's pretty enough. familiar enough. Getou recalls — vague and distant, not disliking this. he smiles, ]
[ Seimei waits, for all impressions subdued and polite--to the rest of the entourage, that is. For Getou, the fox allows a sly curl of amusement to grace his lips, curving upward with silent anticipation and the promise of something intriguing hidden behind the demure posture. ]
A king's pet...? Hm. That is better than my current state.
[ Says the man who served the emperor and the gods themselves and never really listened to either. But if there's one thing the fox loves, it's a good game. And a little showing off certainly isn't unwanted. The young man is every bit the proud authority granted too much flattery too early, and there's really something majestic about that confidence. Seimei stands with his back straight so he can cross one arm over his waist and give a flourished bow. ]
If it pleases His Highness, then it shall be done.
[ He's learned that at least while he's in the resort, he doesn't really have to worry about consequences for revealing himself. It's like living in a demon's night market, between the human and spirit worlds. With a wave of his arm, he reveals a burst of white fur and light that spills out into the shape of pointed fox ears and three thick tails, heavy with inhuman energy. Seimei raises himself up pointing at the throngs of people packed tightly around Getou still hoping to grab his attention. ]
You do look like a bunch of hungry rats. Starving little scavengers picking at the crumbs of greater dreams you can't obtain. You'd better hide before those dreams turn and swallow you instead.
[ He isn't so much telling them off as casting a spell. It's only an illusion, a seed planted and impressed on the perceptions of those who turn to catch his eyes, but it ripples through the crowd like the scent of a predator stirring a herd of deer. He used to perform tricks like this for nobles once upon a time, feats of magic to astound or frighten, and while this isn't nearly as grand as that, it does send a satisfying chill through Getou's would-be shadows. He holds the silence as the spell sinks in, then utters one last word: ]
Run.
[ Most of them do, compelled at least for a moment by the vision he creates. The ones who linger are still, wrestling with the image as Seimei relaxes and steps idly up to the edge of the palanquin with an expression bright with amusement, like he's just performed some cute sleight of hand. ]
[ the contrast between the entertained and the horrified is traumas-wide; Getou watches on with bright eyes and a bushy tail. he can apart real threats from projected ones, but the theater of it is the point — and getting the job done. he's performed the thing admirably, though some still dawdle about, that pesky old freeze response. ]
[ for his own role to play, he's elated, hands coming together to applaud. it's rude to not reward even a mediocre performance. ]
Bravo, bravo. [ and as Seimei comes into arm's length, two rough and excitable hands take up his head with fingers sending his hair flying in every direction, fingertips scritching at the scalp — arguably, where two big ears would sit on any other creature. ] What a good boy. Looks like I found the best pet in the whole resort, just like that~.
[ indeed, hands lovingly cup cheeks and jawline, keeping his face caught and admired, squeezing at the meat of his cheeks as he makes his own diminutive faces. ]
What's he wanna do next, huh? Chase? Dinner? Bathtime? [ an octave drop: ] Training and exercise?
[ The swell of energy forming the spell swirls and then recedes like a current as Seimei finishes his illusion. The spark fades, but the effects remain in the aftershock as the people previously fawning over Getou continue to stare at each other and the open space, some even wandering off after scents of food or other promising offerings, leaving the fox with man on his luxurious seat, smirking as he receives the rough praises. The fingertips scratching against his scalp earn a low groan of pleasure, indulgent and sensual, and certainly louder than it needs to be.
Then, as the hands move downward to cup his cheeks, Seimei tilts his head, grin parting so he can flash the tips of fangs at the curse user, letting the sharp canines close lightly over the side of one hand as either a warning or a playful encouragement in response to the squeeze. Only Getou gets the brief flicker of silver white energy forming around Seimei, collecting in his eyes before vanishing in a coy blink. ]
Are you going to train me?
[ A rough, panting note exits with the question only for Getou's ears. ]
What if your pet is difficult to tame? Even a king will have trouble commanding a wild spirit.
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I'd argue the service provider should name his price... [ instead, this, the thoughtful stroke of a chin that pulls into resignation. ] But I did offer.
[ responsibility taken, the bargaining begins. how to flatter a fox into a menial task? ]
Outside of the joy of the thing, [ who doesn't love telling obnoxious people off, ] you could, of course, piggyback off of my current status... Don't you like the idea of being the one I chose out of this flock, hm?
[ he's pretty enough. familiar enough. Getou recalls — vague and distant, not disliking this. he smiles, ]
King's Pet for an evening?
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A king's pet...? Hm. That is better than my current state.
[ Says the man who served the emperor and the gods themselves and never really listened to either. But if there's one thing the fox loves, it's a good game. And a little showing off certainly isn't unwanted. The young man is every bit the proud authority granted too much flattery too early, and there's really something majestic about that confidence. Seimei stands with his back straight so he can cross one arm over his waist and give a flourished bow. ]
If it pleases His Highness, then it shall be done.
[ He's learned that at least while he's in the resort, he doesn't really have to worry about consequences for revealing himself. It's like living in a demon's night market, between the human and spirit worlds. With a wave of his arm, he reveals a burst of white fur and light that spills out into the shape of pointed fox ears and three thick tails, heavy with inhuman energy. Seimei raises himself up pointing at the throngs of people packed tightly around Getou still hoping to grab his attention. ]
You do look like a bunch of hungry rats. Starving little scavengers picking at the crumbs of greater dreams you can't obtain. You'd better hide before those dreams turn and swallow you instead.
[ He isn't so much telling them off as casting a spell. It's only an illusion, a seed planted and impressed on the perceptions of those who turn to catch his eyes, but it ripples through the crowd like the scent of a predator stirring a herd of deer. He used to perform tricks like this for nobles once upon a time, feats of magic to astound or frighten, and while this isn't nearly as grand as that, it does send a satisfying chill through Getou's would-be shadows. He holds the silence as the spell sinks in, then utters one last word: ]
Run.
[ Most of them do, compelled at least for a moment by the vision he creates. The ones who linger are still, wrestling with the image as Seimei relaxes and steps idly up to the edge of the palanquin with an expression bright with amusement, like he's just performed some cute sleight of hand. ]
How was that? Is the great king satisfied?
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[ for his own role to play, he's elated, hands coming together to applaud. it's rude to not reward even a mediocre performance. ]
Bravo, bravo. [ and as Seimei comes into arm's length, two rough and excitable hands take up his head with fingers sending his hair flying in every direction, fingertips scritching at the scalp — arguably, where two big ears would sit on any other creature. ] What a good boy. Looks like I found the best pet in the whole resort, just like that~.
[ indeed, hands lovingly cup cheeks and jawline, keeping his face caught and admired, squeezing at the meat of his cheeks as he makes his own diminutive faces. ]
What's he wanna do next, huh? Chase? Dinner? Bathtime? [ an octave drop: ] Training and exercise?
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Then, as the hands move downward to cup his cheeks, Seimei tilts his head, grin parting so he can flash the tips of fangs at the curse user, letting the sharp canines close lightly over the side of one hand as either a warning or a playful encouragement in response to the squeeze. Only Getou gets the brief flicker of silver white energy forming around Seimei, collecting in his eyes before vanishing in a coy blink. ]
Are you going to train me?
[ A rough, panting note exits with the question only for Getou's ears. ]
What if your pet is difficult to tame? Even a king will have trouble commanding a wild spirit.