【 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.
[ it's true, of course; he'd know it instantly in the daylight. in the dark pitch of the garage turned car wreck, shadows pull at all the questions of possibility, his openness of sense assessing for several panting breaths, heaving muscle and bone along with it. stolen light though the moon may have, it becomes bright enough to clear the charges, and the tension diffuses with a barometric shift that forces a cool breeze into what was a summer's heat lightning. ]
[ Getou sighs and brings a shaking hand to his face, pad of his thumb pressing at a deep ache existing just between the brows like an infected third eye. it keeps going, sweeps back the ink spill of hair in his face. he steps out of his ruptured prison with bare feet padding glass-sparkled cement, confronting his witness with a hand looped on his bicep, pulled to his feet with an imprecise control on his grip — and that's not like him. ]
Bad luck for both of us. [ the calm in his voice is a deadened thing; the elasticity of his mood has snapped back the other direction. neither siege nor rescue are Kagami's responsibility, ] Give me your jacket.
[ but Getou forces himself into his hands anyway, guiltless — what else are they good for. ]
[ It'll bruise, he's sure. Imprecision is often at fault for such shrapnel when it embeds itself in nearby flesh, the tenderest of which catches the worst friendly fire. Without intent to moor itself in, Kizuna is left with only that, the tug that hauls him upwards as if he weighs next to nothing. He doesn't, but this is more than a matter of skin and skin, muscle and muscle. Perhaps he's gotten spoiled, being in a place like this for so long.
If only his insides felt like that too. Weightless. ]
A bad precedent in a place like this... [ He manages, his voice hoarse with the salt of an ocean sucked dry by fire and heat, the moon in him dull, dusted over. ] Take what you want.
[ His hands or the meager shield of his jacket rolling off his shoulders. ]
[ no ceremonious gentleness as he takes the coat from him either. in all manner of speaking, Kagami is smaller than him; neither his bulk nor his length would be covered by wearing it properly, and so Getou begins tying the arms around the dip of his waist. it'll keep his ass and crotch covered and until he can find better accommodations, get his bearings, realign the compass. ]
[ gaze finding the man near him again, it's a somber, assessing thing, mouth curved into a frown and bookended by a lifeless hangs of black hair. just before it might be time to ask him what the fuck he's looking at: ]
I owe you. [ it's not like he meant to traumatize a normie — and at the very least, he still feels some personal responsibility. a finger raises. ] Just one.
[ and with that he turns to walk away, disinterested in giving Kagami a means to reach him apparently — but maybe someday he'll put eyes on the network username dragonlord and have an inkling. ]
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[ Getou sighs and brings a shaking hand to his face, pad of his thumb pressing at a deep ache existing just between the brows like an infected third eye. it keeps going, sweeps back the ink spill of hair in his face. he steps out of his ruptured prison with bare feet padding glass-sparkled cement, confronting his witness with a hand looped on his bicep, pulled to his feet with an imprecise control on his grip — and that's not like him. ]
Bad luck for both of us. [ the calm in his voice is a deadened thing; the elasticity of his mood has snapped back the other direction. neither siege nor rescue are Kagami's responsibility, ] Give me your jacket.
[ but Getou forces himself into his hands anyway, guiltless — what else are they good for. ]
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If only his insides felt like that too. Weightless. ]
A bad precedent in a place like this... [ He manages, his voice hoarse with the salt of an ocean sucked dry by fire and heat, the moon in him dull, dusted over. ] Take what you want.
[ His hands or the meager shield of his jacket rolling off his shoulders. ]
don't look at me
[ gaze finding the man near him again, it's a somber, assessing thing, mouth curved into a frown and bookended by a lifeless hangs of black hair. just before it might be time to ask him what the fuck he's looking at: ]
I owe you. [ it's not like he meant to traumatize a normie — and at the very least, he still feels some personal responsibility. a finger raises. ] Just one.
[ and with that he turns to walk away, disinterested in giving Kagami a means to reach him apparently — but maybe someday he'll put eyes on the network username dragonlord and have an inkling. ]