【 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 doesn't exactly like the reminder—you're needed elsewhere. how many times has she already heard that? how many times will she hear it for the rest of her life? even this place seems to have drawn from that same pool in a twisted way, gifting her an office in the medical wing for her birthday of all things. as if that's all she was born to be.
but she doesn't address that, just leans in, grateful, for the light, and drags deeply. she does, at least, offer the second to him. ]
Just making sure. You all have more experience with this place, and there's got to be some kind of safety in numbers.
[ her voice is moderate, but the feeling behind it is one of uncertainty, blanketed in the smoke of her cigarette and the stonewall demeanor of nearly everything she says in the hopes of keeping that to herself for now. instead, she finds she is keen to dance, if only to forget a little bit of everything for the moment.
so she takes his hand, lets him lead so she might follow as always, in time for the high tempo of the current song to droop into something more moderately paced. just as well; her shoes are set to be excruciating to walk in an hour or two from now. ]
[ fingers pinch filter and, as he inhales nicotine and tar, exhales bluish smoke, he looks only at her. strength in numbers is probably true, but it does bring up the difficult conversation he'd been having with himself since his arrival: is it easier to bed people you know, or complete strangers? maybe the answer is actually a spectrum of answers varying and changing depending on other factors, but inexperience refuses to even let him understand generalizations or broad strokes... ]
[ and as he pulls Ieiri's body gently against his own, he starts wondering at it again. he's a strong lead, and they move in rhythm and beat together, close enough to kiss, connected enough to feel the press of her chest against his upper abdomen, his broad hand in the small of her back. it's an analytical curiosity, and truthfully, he isn't sure if she'd prefer the bluntness of discussing it or the continued coyness. ]
[ frankly, neither is he. ]
What do you think? [ he asks finally, genuinely close, voice low and susurrous — close enough that her fringe tickles along his jawline. ] Is it easier to wind up in bed with someone you know, or a total stranger?
no subject
but she doesn't address that, just leans in, grateful, for the light, and drags deeply. she does, at least, offer the second to him. ]
Just making sure. You all have more experience with this place, and there's got to be some kind of safety in numbers.
[ her voice is moderate, but the feeling behind it is one of uncertainty, blanketed in the smoke of her cigarette and the stonewall demeanor of nearly everything she says in the hopes of keeping that to herself for now. instead, she finds she is keen to dance, if only to forget a little bit of everything for the moment.
so she takes his hand, lets him lead so she might follow as always, in time for the high tempo of the current song to droop into something more moderately paced. just as well; her shoes are set to be excruciating to walk in an hour or two from now. ]
no subject
[ and as he pulls Ieiri's body gently against his own, he starts wondering at it again. he's a strong lead, and they move in rhythm and beat together, close enough to kiss, connected enough to feel the press of her chest against his upper abdomen, his broad hand in the small of her back. it's an analytical curiosity, and truthfully, he isn't sure if she'd prefer the bluntness of discussing it or the continued coyness. ]
[ frankly, neither is he. ]
What do you think? [ he asks finally, genuinely close, voice low and susurrous — close enough that her fringe tickles along his jawline. ] Is it easier to wind up in bed with someone you know, or a total stranger?