【 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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[More like Hawks' situation had been, then. That's good, he supposes. Less to fill in if they're not starting from square one on the whole thing. He'll take whatever tiny blessings he can find.
Then there's the inevitable question about his injury and it takes effort to keep the tension from his voice when he responds.]
It's dead.
['Technically, so am I,' is on the tip of his tongue, but he hesitates. He's not determined to keep that information under wraps anymore—no point when it's already gotten out. It would only be a matter of time and he'd rather that Geto hear it from him. But does it have to be now? Is there any way to ease into it, or will it be worse the longer he puts it off? Above all, he'd hate to be a tipping point.
(Selfishly, he's also sick of managing other people's feelings about it.)
He'll break the news soon, but not here, not now. Not in the first five minutes of conversation, not in the middle of this exhausting party. That's an acceptable compromise.]
I've adjusted, more or less. I'm still accurate with my technique without it. No need for concern.
[ it's selfish of him then, to want to offer it anyway? Nanami's performed his expectations brilliantly; is praise of that what he's deserved or just an extension of his own ego? the hurt, harrowed way Getou looks at him, lingering long on the black, empty nothingness of the patch over his eye... ]
[ ultimately, he knows, Nanami's never wanted anyone to make a big deal over him; he's never bothered to find out of it was shyness or something less personal. the guilt of it is almost funny. of course he'd think so now, far away from home and injured and old as he is. ]
I'm not concerned, [ he lies with a smile, not because he doesn't believe in Nanami's capabilities. ] Besides, you're far more handsome and mysterious like this. Do you remember what you were like in school?
[ hands raise, parallel palms, indicating a tiiiiiny amount of girth as they press upon some invisible force. ]
[The passing relief he feels at not being pressed for more details is weighed down with the heaviness of secrets, of a dark look he can't help but read into. So much unsaid on both sides. Scrutiny of this surface loss is still a safer kind of pain.
He takes the out that's offered with a mild frown at the comparison with his younger appearance. Don't remind him...]
I was not that skinny. [It was only that his height, when combined with how the rest of his body hadn't yet caught up to his already-broadening shoulders, had made him appear more gangling than he would have otherwise.] You're exaggerating.
But thank you for your dietary wisdom.
[Did that come out normally enough? He supposes any discrepancies in conduct or demeanor with his teenage self can be easily attributed to the passage of time, the strangeness of their current situation, or both. Don't overthink it.]
[ it's not the bullseyed response to his teasing that gets a snort of amusement out of him, but the performative appreciation that follows it. Nanami Kento — stickler for the rules sensitive to the faux pas of their community-minded society. if he endeavors to teach Gojou his P's and Q's to make a better impression on others, he can pivot to try and impart the exact opposite advice to Nanami without feeling anything at all like a hypocrite. there's a middle ground there: something he thinks maybe Haibara has affected, for all that Ieiri is disaffected. ]
[ there's one touch of humanism on him and, like a brilliant beacon, Getou floats to it as a moth to flame. sloppy and graceless with liquor in his youthful system, not as practiced at it as he would have been the last time Nanami laid eyes on him in their world; his fingers wrap around the cheetah-print tie hanging about his neck and give it a hearty tug down. ]
Oh, I love this. [ rosy-cheeked sincerity, ]. I always did think you had one of the better senses of fashion between all of us.
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Then there's the inevitable question about his injury and it takes effort to keep the tension from his voice when he responds.]
It's dead.
['Technically, so am I,' is on the tip of his tongue, but he hesitates. He's not determined to keep that information under wraps anymore—no point when it's already gotten out. It would only be a matter of time and he'd rather that Geto hear it from him. But does it have to be now? Is there any way to ease into it, or will it be worse the longer he puts it off? Above all, he'd hate to be a tipping point.
(Selfishly, he's also sick of managing other people's feelings about it.)
He'll break the news soon, but not here, not now. Not in the first five minutes of conversation, not in the middle of this exhausting party. That's an acceptable compromise.]
I've adjusted, more or less. I'm still accurate with my technique without it. No need for concern.
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[ it's selfish of him then, to want to offer it anyway? Nanami's performed his expectations brilliantly; is praise of that what he's deserved or just an extension of his own ego? the hurt, harrowed way Getou looks at him, lingering long on the black, empty nothingness of the patch over his eye... ]
[ ultimately, he knows, Nanami's never wanted anyone to make a big deal over him; he's never bothered to find out of it was shyness or something less personal. the guilt of it is almost funny. of course he'd think so now, far away from home and injured and old as he is. ]
I'm not concerned, [ he lies with a smile, not because he doesn't believe in Nanami's capabilities. ] Besides, you're far more handsome and mysterious like this. Do you remember what you were like in school?
[ hands raise, parallel palms, indicating a tiiiiiny amount of girth as they press upon some invisible force. ]
I told you to eat more protein...
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He takes the out that's offered with a mild frown at the comparison with his younger appearance. Don't remind him...]
I was not that skinny. [It was only that his height, when combined with how the rest of his body hadn't yet caught up to his already-broadening shoulders, had made him appear more gangling than he would have otherwise.] You're exaggerating.
But thank you for your dietary wisdom.
[Did that come out normally enough? He supposes any discrepancies in conduct or demeanor with his teenage self can be easily attributed to the passage of time, the strangeness of their current situation, or both. Don't overthink it.]
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[ there's one touch of humanism on him and, like a brilliant beacon, Getou floats to it as a moth to flame. sloppy and graceless with liquor in his youthful system, not as practiced at it as he would have been the last time Nanami laid eyes on him in their world; his fingers wrap around the cheetah-print tie hanging about his neck and give it a hearty tug down. ]
Oh, I love this. [ rosy-cheeked sincerity, ]. I always did think you had one of the better senses of fashion between all of us.
[ second to himself, of course. ]