【 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.
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[ Lighter leans back in his chair, the question causing him to fold his arms somewhat tightly over his middle as he sits with it. Vagueness plays on what's visible of his expression, the sort that takes a little practice to come off as noncommittal as it does. ]
Nope, it doesn't. [ What would seem candid has a sort of unforgiving glint to it, as gilt and burnished as the place looming all around them. His sort of perfection was like that, honed in a similar violence of not really getting to choose. His sympathies do stoke, for whatever good it does either of them. ] It's not easy to just reconcile when your life changes in the blink of an eye... having to stare down your own choices without ever wondering what you'd do in a situation like this.
[ Because why would anyone? It pretty fantastical in its execution, so far. As for the expectation... ]
From what I can tell, the game hasn't even started for us yet.
[Silence falls in gently, without the discomfort that might naturally accompany two strangers who have only just exchanged names. The game has not yet started, and Sunday cannot find it in himself to disagree, however bleakly it paints their time spent in the resort so far. A waiting period — the gray static-charge before a storm, quiet and deceptive.
Before he can summon a response, there's a knock on the door, and a staff member enters carrying a tray of desserts: shortcake, tiny donuts glazed with red sugar, ginger cookies, strawberry cupcakes. These are set neatly on the table, along with... a bowl of peppermint candies, evidently 'on the House'. Sunday eyes these cautiously.]
Please, help yourself. I might be careful of anything given to us for free — I don't know what these are.
[Aphro??? Or something less sinister like the champagne's floating curse? Either way, unfun.]
I suppose I should see if my own ailment has worn off.
[ Otherwise, the spread of desserts is more than Lighter would have thought to ask for himself and it shows on the lay of his expression, even momentarily. Sugar is a good buffer between him and his vices, but he rarely gets to indulge in anything so exquisitely crafted. A few misshapen, chipped candies are usually enough.
But he's not going to look a gift horse in the mouth, so he plucks one of the donuts up and pops it into his mouth wholesale. It is, as he expects, near perfect. Chewing thoughtfully, he keeps a watchful eye on Sunday as he stands — thankfully without incident. ]
Looks like you're free to go, if you want to part ways here. Thanks for the compensation. [ He tips another donut in his fingers as if he's toasting it. ] And —
[ It actually comes more easily than his looks might suggest, his parting offer: ]
[Aeons... this handsome sunglasses'd ruffian, truly a knight in shining armor with the swag to match...
Did Sunday actually think that? It's his secret to keep. He casts one last, almost wistful gaze at the plate of desserts but determines to leave them behind, slipping toward the door.]
Thank you, Mr. Lighter. I sincerely appreciate it.
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Nope, it doesn't. [ What would seem candid has a sort of unforgiving glint to it, as gilt and burnished as the place looming all around them. His sort of perfection was like that, honed in a similar violence of not really getting to choose. His sympathies do stoke, for whatever good it does either of them. ] It's not easy to just reconcile when your life changes in the blink of an eye... having to stare down your own choices without ever wondering what you'd do in a situation like this.
[ Because why would anyone? It pretty fantastical in its execution, so far. As for the expectation... ]
From what I can tell, the game hasn't even started for us yet.
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Before he can summon a response, there's a knock on the door, and a staff member enters carrying a tray of desserts: shortcake, tiny donuts glazed with red sugar, ginger cookies, strawberry cupcakes. These are set neatly on the table, along with... a bowl of peppermint candies, evidently 'on the House'. Sunday eyes these cautiously.]
Please, help yourself. I might be careful of anything given to us for free — I don't know what these are.
[Aphro??? Or something less sinister like the champagne's floating curse? Either way, unfun.]
I suppose I should see if my own ailment has worn off.
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[ Otherwise, the spread of desserts is more than Lighter would have thought to ask for himself and it shows on the lay of his expression, even momentarily. Sugar is a good buffer between him and his vices, but he rarely gets to indulge in anything so exquisitely crafted. A few misshapen, chipped candies are usually enough.
But he's not going to look a gift horse in the mouth, so he plucks one of the donuts up and pops it into his mouth wholesale. It is, as he expects, near perfect. Chewing thoughtfully, he keeps a watchful eye on Sunday as he stands — thankfully without incident. ]
Looks like you're free to go, if you want to part ways here. Thanks for the compensation. [ He tips another donut in his fingers as if he's toasting it. ] And —
[ It actually comes more easily than his looks might suggest, his parting offer: ]
If you're in trouble again, you can come find me.
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Did Sunday actually think that? It's his secret to keep. He casts one last, almost wistful gaze at the plate of desserts but determines to leave them behind, slipping toward the door.]
Thank you, Mr. Lighter. I sincerely appreciate it.
[Then he's gone.]