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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.
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[The way Aventurine is becoming the person he has the most Complicated feelings about at record speed...
It's not an answer that satisfies, really, any part of his question. There's deflection, then the deliberate way Aventurine turns it around to point at himself — at his own reaction. Downplaying the decisions that are certainly calculating behind those eyes, beneath that perfect poker face.]
It displeases me so much as I don't wish to be playing this game at all.
[Do you hear him, House?]
You answered one of my previous questions wrong. About your bedtime routine. What could you possibly be concealing?
it's not surprising his deceit bothers sunday this much. it's not the fact aventurine refuses to answer, but that he has lied about something so utterly harmless. why continue to put up walls, especially over the most miniscule of things? the sunday he sits in front of - he lacks the same sense of authority as he once had. a bird with clipped wings, a fallen angel.
so why continue to mask his words behind untruthful words, when sunday no longer stands as an enemy?
is the truth something worth telling sunday? that there had been no true deceit, that aventurine's enemy is no longer the family, but the house - in spite of their ironic similarities. that's the answer in itself, isn't it? )
You assume I lied to you, Mr. Sunday. ( mister, to put a particular distance between them again. ) But were you aware half-truths also count as 'lies'? A game can only be played to its full potential once the players know all the rules. Otherwise cheating becomes possible, don't you think?
Half-truths. Nothing he can't understand when toeing that line of honesty, how much one might be willing to surrender to an individual of unknown confidence — but what is the reason to conceal something so minor, so negligible? Perhaps because of its personal nature. It suggests a look into Aventurine's life, those little intimacies that populate a routine committed every day. In that light, it's no wonder Aventurine would not tell him.
He's silent at first. Truthfully, his head is starting to ache, although that has occurred in this place more often lately and may not be directly attributed to this moment.]
It's still my turn, isn't it?
[A game to its fullest potential. Will they be expected to continue on until he's as masterful at taking risks as the man across the table from him? He has no particular inclination for that. Rather, he's learned something new since last he saw this man — how to break rules.
Sunday reaches out, selecting a card with gloved fingertips. It's a precarious spot near the foundation of the house. And before he's even pulled it loose of the structure, there's a trembling, a flutter — the cards are spilling to the table like weightless feathers. His Watch rings, notifying him of a large transfer of chips: all of Aventurine's and then some more, from his own meager supply. He doesn't look.]
( this too is a gamble. the sunday he knows - the sunday he remembers - would not have readily given up victory in any game he plays. he would have taken this opportunity, this further insight into the rules, to truly shape a path only he walks.
but this sunday does not. this sunday gives in and gives up, and what it tells aventurine is only that he no longer spreads his wings over others, casting a captive shadow nigh impossible to escape from. this sunday accepts defeat, embraces it, empowers it, as autonomy and freedom both. this sunday expects a level of honesty from a man who has lost before, and was humbled for it.
victory is never a taste aventurine enjoys either. the chips he does not need. assumptions that attach to his name, and though little does he care, it's bittersweet, isn't it? that it might just create more rumors about the avgin, all because of him. that it reinforces stereotypes.
aventurine sighs, and rises from his seat. )
Tell me one more thing, Mr. Sunday. How does it feel, to lose? Is it freeing?
You're no longer at liberty to ask questions, Mr. Aventurine.
[His voice is quiet between them, barely enough volume to carry over the crowd and clamor around them, a casino made busy with wealth running through the blood of its veins. He remains seated, and his gaze is slower to pick itself up from the table to meet the shocking brightness of the gambler's unnatural dual-toned eyes.]
Do you wish for me to give something away for free? Or is it truly your own curiosity? To understand how it feels to lose.
[Only one of them failed, after all. He researched this man's background for a reason — and in the fallout, in the encounter with another senior member, he was made aware of Aventurine's survival. So "death" had not reached him with finality.]
I'll tell you another time. In light of everything that has happened, including my own loss just now... it feels good to deny you this.
[lmao]
i appreciate neither of them rly want to be in the other's presence so we get to finish threads 🙂
( why wouldn't it be his curiosity, when aventurine is so infamously known for always winning, and never losing? and it's not the kind of curiosity that is mocking; it's from a genuine desire to know, to understand, to taste something he had longed to achieve. for all of his victories, he has lost so much, but is that, too, the same feeling of loss that sunday feels? is it different, when aventurine is surrounded by wealth and ostentation, but he severely lacks an anchor to ground him to earth, while sunday might have lost everything he had built, dreams and hopes and ambitions, but at the very least -
at least he has robin, doesn't he? his own anchor. )
Then should I congratulate you, Mr. Sunday? On your victory over me.
( because what is the weight of a loss, when he has that card over him? when he holds something of higher value?
aventurine only continues on smiling, before he turns on his heels, and waves a hand at sunday. )
Enjoy the feeling while you can. I'll be looking forward to our next game.
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It's not an answer that satisfies, really, any part of his question. There's deflection, then the deliberate way Aventurine turns it around to point at himself — at his own reaction. Downplaying the decisions that are certainly calculating behind those eyes, beneath that perfect poker face.]
It displeases me so much as I don't wish to be playing this game at all.
[Do you hear him, House?]
You answered one of my previous questions wrong. About your bedtime routine. What could you possibly be concealing?
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it's not surprising his deceit bothers sunday this much. it's not the fact aventurine refuses to answer, but that he has lied about something so utterly harmless. why continue to put up walls, especially over the most miniscule of things? the sunday he sits in front of - he lacks the same sense of authority as he once had. a bird with clipped wings, a fallen angel.
so why continue to mask his words behind untruthful words, when sunday no longer stands as an enemy?
is the truth something worth telling sunday? that there had been no true deceit, that aventurine's enemy is no longer the family, but the house - in spite of their ironic similarities. that's the answer in itself, isn't it? )
You assume I lied to you, Mr. Sunday. ( mister, to put a particular distance between them again. ) But were you aware half-truths also count as 'lies'? A game can only be played to its full potential once the players know all the rules. Otherwise cheating becomes possible, don't you think?
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Half-truths. Nothing he can't understand when toeing that line of honesty, how much one might be willing to surrender to an individual of unknown confidence — but what is the reason to conceal something so minor, so negligible? Perhaps because of its personal nature. It suggests a look into Aventurine's life, those little intimacies that populate a routine committed every day. In that light, it's no wonder Aventurine would not tell him.
He's silent at first. Truthfully, his head is starting to ache, although that has occurred in this place more often lately and may not be directly attributed to this moment.]
It's still my turn, isn't it?
[A game to its fullest potential. Will they be expected to continue on until he's as masterful at taking risks as the man across the table from him? He has no particular inclination for that. Rather, he's learned something new since last he saw this man — how to break rules.
Sunday reaches out, selecting a card with gloved fingertips. It's a precarious spot near the foundation of the house. And before he's even pulled it loose of the structure, there's a trembling, a flutter — the cards are spilling to the table like weightless feathers. His Watch rings, notifying him of a large transfer of chips: all of Aventurine's and then some more, from his own meager supply. He doesn't look.]
There. Now it's finished.
[Did Aventurine expect to lose?]
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but this sunday does not. this sunday gives in and gives up, and what it tells aventurine is only that he no longer spreads his wings over others, casting a captive shadow nigh impossible to escape from. this sunday accepts defeat, embraces it, empowers it, as autonomy and freedom both. this sunday expects a level of honesty from a man who has lost before, and was humbled for it.
victory is never a taste aventurine enjoys either. the chips he does not need. assumptions that attach to his name, and though little does he care, it's bittersweet, isn't it? that it might just create more rumors about the avgin, all because of him. that it reinforces stereotypes.
aventurine sighs, and rises from his seat. )
Tell me one more thing, Mr. Sunday. How does it feel, to lose? Is it freeing?
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[His voice is quiet between them, barely enough volume to carry over the crowd and clamor around them, a casino made busy with wealth running through the blood of its veins. He remains seated, and his gaze is slower to pick itself up from the table to meet the shocking brightness of the gambler's unnatural dual-toned eyes.]
Do you wish for me to give something away for free? Or is it truly your own curiosity? To understand how it feels to lose.
[Only one of them failed, after all. He researched this man's background for a reason — and in the fallout, in the encounter with another senior member, he was made aware of Aventurine's survival. So "death" had not reached him with finality.]
I'll tell you another time. In light of everything that has happened, including my own loss just now... it feels good to deny you this.
[lmao]
i appreciate neither of them rly want to be in the other's presence so we get to finish threads 🙂
at least he has robin, doesn't he? his own anchor. )
Then should I congratulate you, Mr. Sunday? On your victory over me.
( because what is the weight of a loss, when he has that card over him? when he holds something of higher value?
aventurine only continues on smiling, before he turns on his heels, and waves a hand at sunday. )
Enjoy the feeling while you can. I'll be looking forward to our next game.
( and he's gone. goodbye... )
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