【 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 man is approachable in a way Alice isn't sure how to describe. Despite the way his shoulders square his frame with assertion, she doesn't worry that his response will be negative. In fact, when he snorts his amusement at her honest commentary, Alice immediately feels herself ease in his presence. Even if it's barely two seconds of a sound, it doesn't feel like she's being laughed at so much as being innocently endeared. It isn't generally her goal to earn that perspective from others, so Alice is surprised when the tiniest approval licks her insides with warmth like the flame of his lighter does when he ignites the cigarette for her.
"Perfect," she replies on her exhale, the smoke billowing above her momentarily like some kind of rain cloud sidekick. It dissipates as quickly as it gathers, and her body relaxes in response to the initial hit, handing back the lighter with only slight hesitation. She might need it again soon, unsure of how strong a dose is required to reach its full potential. Alice wants nothing more than to procrastinate falling asleep as long as possible lest this strange, indulgent, beautiful dream come to an end.
"I figure I'll go and explore some more after this. I'm really so curious, it feels like the halls never actually end."
Where she expects to feel immediately wired, Alice prefers the way Twig calms her senses, clearing her mind completely. It's as though the drug is designed to eradicate concern so the next four days awake can be "productive." Any small semblance of consciousness that what is about to happen might have real consequences is swept away by the drug and replaced with an assuredness that rivals the other man's confident nonchalance.
A man who isn't leaving, Alice notes from her peripherals. The silence of absorbing the atmosphere together doesn't feel uncomfortable, so she lets it hang there as she continues to quietly smoke and contemplate. She speaks up at what feels like the right time, slowly swivelling on her bar stool to look out toward the crowd first, then back at him. Her eyebrows narrow curiously before she says anything, trying to catch his gaze again. She tilts her head slightly, smoke curling from the corner of her lips, as she offers the cigarette with an inquisitive lift of her brow.
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"Perfect," she replies on her exhale, the smoke billowing above her momentarily like some kind of rain cloud sidekick. It dissipates as quickly as it gathers, and her body relaxes in response to the initial hit, handing back the lighter with only slight hesitation. She might need it again soon, unsure of how strong a dose is required to reach its full potential. Alice wants nothing more than to procrastinate falling asleep as long as possible lest this strange, indulgent, beautiful dream come to an end.
"I figure I'll go and explore some more after this. I'm really so curious, it feels like the halls never actually end."
Where she expects to feel immediately wired, Alice prefers the way Twig calms her senses, clearing her mind completely. It's as though the drug is designed to eradicate concern so the next four days awake can be "productive." Any small semblance of consciousness that what is about to happen might have real consequences is swept away by the drug and replaced with an assuredness that rivals the other man's confident nonchalance.
A man who isn't leaving, Alice notes from her peripherals. The silence of absorbing the atmosphere together doesn't feel uncomfortable, so she lets it hang there as she continues to quietly smoke and contemplate. She speaks up at what feels like the right time, slowly swivelling on her bar stool to look out toward the crowd first, then back at him. Her eyebrows narrow curiously before she says anything, trying to catch his gaze again. She tilts her head slightly, smoke curling from the corner of her lips, as she offers the cigarette with an inquisitive lift of her brow.
"Do you want some?"
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