【 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.
[ She stifles a laugh while she clears off the table with a sweep of her arm, tapping her fingers along her lips. This is getting more fun the more disgruntled the other woman becomes, she can't lie. Plus, she's had luck on her side tonight with these dice rolls; it's hard to stop playing when you feel like you're having a good night at the casino. ]
"Get it over with?" Not very sportsmanship like...
[ Her words are wispy, the teasing nature of her voice more natural than put upon. If it's getting it over with she wants, though, she's happy to oblige. One of her hands reaches out to brace against the other woman's collarbone, flexing her fingers so that her sharp, elongated nails dig into the pale, freckled flesh there. From there, it's easy enough to hoist herself up onto the other woman's body — Coquelic is lithe and graceful, easily slotting herself right up against her torso. She settles her weight there on her stomach for a short moment, maybe to take a breather, or maybe to luxuriate in the feeling of sitting on top of someone — someone who's frustrated and embarrassed at that. ]
At least you've got a cute bra. [ With her free hand, she runs a nail along the lace of the cup, before lifting her hips and resting her weight on the swell of her breast. ] Almost looks a little small for you.
[ And with that to the side comment about Ishmael's not so washboard chest, she grinds her hips forward deliberately and shamelessly, a smirk barely present on her lips while she stares down at the other woman, eyes alight with mischief. ]
[ there's nothing sportsmanlike about this entire affair, ishmael would like to insist. here she is, half-clothed and on full display at a table, ready to be sat and ridden on like some sort of furniture. at least coquelic knows how to put on a show of straddling her chest without making it look awkward -- but it is inherently sexy no matter how it's done, isn't it.
either way, coco's words just now is making her seethe, yet the way she strokes a finger alongside her breast is enough to drag a soft, shuddering breathe out of her -- followed by a loud gasp when the other woman ruts against her chest. she breaks eye contact from coco instantly, panting as she looks sideways from sheer embarrassment and humiliation. grinding on her chest is one thing, but doing it on her boobs kind of hurt??? so she's going to shift underneath her so that coco's not going ham on her nipple or something. ]
Shit, can't you fucking... ah, slow down--?!
[ ain't no way coco's actually going to dryhump her boob fr. ishmael is so judging her for this later. for now, she has no choice but to take it, squirming with every undulation of coco's hips, her leg coming up on the table for support so that she doesn't completely fall off. the audience goes wild at this display, and ishmael feels like she's gonna faint at any second now. ]
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"Get it over with?" Not very sportsmanship like...
[ Her words are wispy, the teasing nature of her voice more natural than put upon. If it's getting it over with she wants, though, she's happy to oblige. One of her hands reaches out to brace against the other woman's collarbone, flexing her fingers so that her sharp, elongated nails dig into the pale, freckled flesh there. From there, it's easy enough to hoist herself up onto the other woman's body — Coquelic is lithe and graceful, easily slotting herself right up against her torso. She settles her weight there on her stomach for a short moment, maybe to take a breather, or maybe to luxuriate in the feeling of sitting on top of someone — someone who's frustrated and embarrassed at that. ]
At least you've got a cute bra. [ With her free hand, she runs a nail along the lace of the cup, before lifting her hips and resting her weight on the swell of her breast. ] Almost looks a little small for you.
[ And with that to the side comment about Ishmael's not so washboard chest, she grinds her hips forward deliberately and shamelessly, a smirk barely present on her lips while she stares down at the other woman, eyes alight with mischief. ]
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either way, coco's words just now is making her seethe, yet the way she strokes a finger alongside her breast is enough to drag a soft, shuddering breathe out of her -- followed by a loud gasp when the other woman ruts against her chest. she breaks eye contact from coco instantly, panting as she looks sideways from sheer embarrassment and humiliation. grinding on her chest is one thing, but doing it on her boobs kind of hurt??? so she's going to shift underneath her so that coco's not going ham on her nipple or something. ]
Shit, can't you fucking... ah, slow down--?!
[ ain't no way coco's actually going to dryhump her boob fr. ishmael is so judging her for this later. for now, she has no choice but to take it, squirming with every undulation of coco's hips, her leg coming up on the table for support so that she doesn't completely fall off. the audience goes wild at this display, and ishmael feels like she's gonna faint at any second now. ]