【 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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▶ 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.
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[ Light flickers in his vision, droplets of it here and there, glaring and gleaming in plastic oscillation. Festive, false. And still when he looks up, automatically heralding the appearance of a dainty wrist through the partition with the smooth palm of his hand, he can't think of anything other than honesty: ]
...thank you.
[ Atypical of him, but all of his defenses have been left burning like sun-shapes would burn on the backs of his eyelids. The ash of it, at the very least, is soft.
Untroubled fingers trace a few of the welts leading up to the band of the watch. Kizuna focuses on it a moment even if his peripherals are full of things that don't belong to him. Even more unnerving is how those things still feel like his own. He'd be hard pressed to think of a similar situation, a similar feeling. Not in the vast, constellate network of all the things he has ever felt. Instead of letting himself go adrift, he gravitates towards her; self-preservation has never been his strong suit. Tapping the surface of the watch, he peruses as much as it'll let him with a little more than cursory interest — she's still a wildcard.
Acceptance radiates from her as a wound might, the white-hot itch of losing something that simply can't be put back. And then the urge to defend it, its ghost in the way she thinks about exercising caution. That much he can still sense and he doesn't dare venture further. Slowly, he moves through the aftermath, the blotted out indistinctness of a detonation still ringing in his ears.
He hears the sounds, but doesn't understand the words. ]
That's quite the compliment. [ Kizuna hesitates, but not for long. ] I've never been unable to link with someone like that before.
[ One long year later, and so few people know what that even is. ]
(oh, she thinks, uncomprehending and understanding at once what exactly has been done to her.
it should be unnerving if she's left to think about it: an abduction with all the sweetness of a lasting dream. it should sharpen her focus and keep her wary, but it's difficult to perceive anything beyond the feeling of drifting in some milky tendril of the galaxy — looking at the cosmos of this stranger's eyes and feeling it expanding faster than the speed of light into her empty spaces. it must be harmony's doing that she thinks it familiar, or the dissolution of a link which she thinks more familiar still. she should wonder, maybe, how she could know what he means. but here and now, in the shared blast radius of some otherwise distant star, unmoored in the undertow of each other's reflected feelings, it's harder to imagine how she couldn't.
still. even with robin's acceptance, even with whatever it is that they shared, her body is still flesh and blood and her pulse hiccups, thumping against kizuna's fingertips along her inner wrist. )
My name is Robin.
( because, they are strangers, after all. the speckling of artificial lights and the tinny, hushed sound of the radio playing could almost ground her as her eyes flicker down, watching his hand for some kind of tell, some reason for the casual touch.
not that she would pull away. not after all of that. whatever he could want, she would want also — a thought with no basis except for the fact that it seems so dangerously true. )
... I didn't think that resonance could ever work in that manner, either.
And you?
( his name? or the way he had felt alongside her? too many questions all wrapped up in the one. )
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...thank you.
[ Atypical of him, but all of his defenses have been left burning like sun-shapes would burn on the backs of his eyelids. The ash of it, at the very least, is soft.
Untroubled fingers trace a few of the welts leading up to the band of the watch. Kizuna focuses on it a moment even if his peripherals are full of things that don't belong to him. Even more unnerving is how those things still feel like his own. He'd be hard pressed to think of a similar situation, a similar feeling. Not in the vast, constellate network of all the things he has ever felt. Instead of letting himself go adrift, he gravitates towards her; self-preservation has never been his strong suit. Tapping the surface of the watch, he peruses as much as it'll let him with a little more than cursory interest — she's still a wildcard.
Acceptance radiates from her as a wound might, the white-hot itch of losing something that simply can't be put back. And then the urge to defend it, its ghost in the way she thinks about exercising caution. That much he can still sense and he doesn't dare venture further. Slowly, he moves through the aftermath, the blotted out indistinctness of a detonation still ringing in his ears.
He hears the sounds, but doesn't understand the words. ]
That's quite the compliment. [ Kizuna hesitates, but not for long. ] I've never been unable to link with someone like that before.
[ One long year later, and so few people know what that even is. ]
What's your name?
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it should be unnerving if she's left to think about it: an abduction with all the sweetness of a lasting dream. it should sharpen her focus and keep her wary, but it's difficult to perceive anything beyond the feeling of drifting in some milky tendril of the galaxy — looking at the cosmos of this stranger's eyes and feeling it expanding faster than the speed of light into her empty spaces. it must be harmony's doing that she thinks it familiar, or the dissolution of a link which she thinks more familiar still. she should wonder, maybe, how she could know what he means. but here and now, in the shared blast radius of some otherwise distant star, unmoored in the undertow of each other's reflected feelings, it's harder to imagine how she couldn't.
still. even with robin's acceptance, even with whatever it is that they shared, her body is still flesh and blood and her pulse hiccups, thumping against kizuna's fingertips along her inner wrist. )
My name is Robin.
( because, they are strangers, after all. the speckling of artificial lights and the tinny, hushed sound of the radio playing could almost ground her as her eyes flicker down, watching his hand for some kind of tell, some reason for the casual touch.
not that she would pull away. not after all of that. whatever he could want, she would want also — a thought with no basis except for the fact that it seems so dangerously true. )
... I didn't think that resonance could ever work in that manner, either.
And you?
( his name? or the way he had felt alongside her? too many questions all wrapped up in the one. )
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