【 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.
( The cars do kinda suck, don't they? In the foolproof logic of, a car that cannot be taken for a drive is much like an empty glass of ice — so basically, useless. Which is much too sad, so leave it to one (1) Burnice White to fix the problem at hand in classic Burnice fashion; brute-forcing it with a particular stubbornness, that though she's no Piper, no daughter of the Sons of Calydon wouldn't dab her toes into the waters (oil??) of vehicle maintenance.
All of this to say — or rather, to show, that wherever in the extensive parking lot Lighter may be, there's an ever-increasing sound of tires ripping through the nice sparkling and pristine floors of the Golden Peacock's garage; a car, that was given purpose in life again, driven by one (1) Burnice White. Isn't it classic Burnice fashion to bring something back to life with a little fire?
⚠ Fire was not in fact used for the maintenance. That'd have been so bad.
And so, the picture is as such: one set of blonde twintails sitting in the driver's seat of a convertible Mustang, the bright red kind that is hard to ignore, who drifts... well, past the familiar head of dark-green hair that she spotted before, but once the car comes to a dangerous stop just inches from hitting another parked car in the garage, she takes a deep, deep, deeeeep breath, and — )
Liiiiiiighteeeeeerrrrrrr——!!!
( Look!! Behind you!!! She's not even that far to warrant the way she yells his name, but there's one (1) Burnice White, frantically waving her arm to catch the attention of the first friend she has found in this very sad and lifeless garage. It's like a graveyard of cars!! It's so sadge!!! 😦
Just don't mind the vaguely sheer, obnoxious black with gold details and red fur robe she was forced into once you look back, Lighter. She's not all too happy about it either, but hey, it's either that or nothing. )
[ There's a certain cadence to the Outer Ring's chaos that Lighter knows by heart. Sure, it's not a rainbow rush of fire or piglets flying at high speeds... and it's certainly no where near Steeltusk's offroad bellowing, of course. But squealing tires? Like music to his ears. (And utter torture for everyone else's in this enclosed space, rest in peace.) He barely flinches as the Mustang goes roaring past him in a cloud of tire smoke, the length of his feather boa whipping out behind him in its wake.
Turning on his heel, he huffs a laugh, the tilt of his smile a little softer, a little more grateful — blink and miss it in the clearing haze. ]
Yo, Burnice. [ His makeshift scarf flutters obnoxiously back down over his shoulder as he approaches the idling car, the scent of its afterburn stinging pleasantly. Between them... they've probably looked worse?! ] You're a sight for sore eyes.
[ Once he's at the passenger side door, he drops the flat of his arm on it, leaning over to get a look. Waow, cool guy. ]
Leave it to you to find the nicest wheels in this place.
parking garage, but with a twist. as a treat
All of this to say — or rather, to show, that wherever in the extensive parking lot Lighter may be, there's an ever-increasing sound of tires ripping through the nice sparkling and pristine floors of the Golden Peacock's garage; a car, that was given purpose in life again, driven by one (1) Burnice White. Isn't it classic Burnice fashion to bring something back to life with a little fire?
⚠ Fire was not in fact used for the maintenance. That'd have been so bad.
And so, the picture is as such: one set of blonde twintails sitting in the driver's seat of a convertible Mustang, the bright red kind that is hard to ignore, who drifts... well, past the familiar head of dark-green hair that she spotted before, but once the car comes to a dangerous stop just inches from hitting another parked car in the garage, she takes a deep, deep, deeeeep breath, and — )
Liiiiiiighteeeeeerrrrrrr——!!!
( Look!! Behind you!!! She's not even that far to warrant the way she yells his name, but there's one (1) Burnice White, frantically waving her arm to catch the attention of the first friend she has found in this very sad and lifeless garage. It's like a graveyard of cars!! It's so sadge!!! 😦
Just don't mind the vaguely sheer, obnoxious black with gold details and red fur robe she was forced into once you look back, Lighter. She's not all too happy about it either, but hey, it's either that or nothing. )
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Turning on his heel, he huffs a laugh, the tilt of his smile a little softer, a little more grateful — blink and miss it in the clearing haze. ]
Yo, Burnice. [ His makeshift scarf flutters obnoxiously back down over his shoulder as he approaches the idling car, the scent of its afterburn stinging pleasantly. Between them... they've probably looked worse?! ] You're a sight for sore eyes.
[ Once he's at the passenger side door, he drops the flat of his arm on it, leaning over to get a look. Waow, cool guy. ]
Leave it to you to find the nicest wheels in this place.