【 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!
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▶ 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.
( ... what a fine, supportive answer. as always, her brother listens so carefully, intuiting her troubles before she ever has the chance to voice them out loud. given the opportunity to think about it, it's so silly in this outlandish context. so much severity put into something that this place doesn't think all too much about, despite calculating a monetary value to the interaction and weighing its worth in the same careless risk of a real gamble. like everything can be bought for the right price.
how quaint. if nothing is sacred, everything can be shared in harmony. but harmony's calling had come second. sharing everything with her brother had always come first.
she should tell him, share your feelings with me so that she could have that from him too. but no one seems to think of privacy as a sacrosanct thing, either, when there's a knock on the door and not enough rooms on this floor for debauchery, it seems. when sunday pulls his hand away, she's left a little stricken for how cold the room suddenly seems without it. his stance is so solid, with a stranger's polished appearance, and the way she looks at him, really looks at him, turned away from her and distant, makes her wonder how she could have ever thought he was anyone else for even an instant.
she smiles a little at that. )
We're allowed use of these rooms as much as anyone else, sir.
( she says, in that softer, familiar lilt that sunday might remember from some other sun-stroking afternoon. it's a bold thing to do when he's unguarded, when the glove on her hand is still warm from his own finger pressure where she's cradling his jaw, where she's turning his face back to meet her, her thumb skimming the curve of his mouth with deliberate delicacy.
maybe he's standing in his office in his memory when robin first leans in, and he'll remember the last time he'd reached out, fingers held firm between them to intercept her kiss of greeting, voice unwavering as he'd intoned with grave finality, we aren't children anymore. )
cw: incest but it's not just thoughts sorry 1/2
how quaint. if nothing is sacred, everything can be shared in harmony. but harmony's calling had come second. sharing everything with her brother had always come first.
she should tell him, share your feelings with me so that she could have that from him too. but no one seems to think of privacy as a sacrosanct thing, either, when there's a knock on the door and not enough rooms on this floor for debauchery, it seems. when sunday pulls his hand away, she's left a little stricken for how cold the room suddenly seems without it. his stance is so solid, with a stranger's polished appearance, and the way she looks at him, really looks at him, turned away from her and distant, makes her wonder how she could have ever thought he was anyone else for even an instant.
she smiles a little at that. )
We're allowed use of these rooms as much as anyone else, sir.
( she says, in that softer, familiar lilt that sunday might remember from some other sun-stroking afternoon. it's a bold thing to do when he's unguarded, when the glove on her hand is still warm from his own finger pressure where she's cradling his jaw, where she's turning his face back to meet her, her thumb skimming the curve of his mouth with deliberate delicacy.
maybe he's standing in his office in his memory when robin first leans in, and he'll remember the last time he'd reached out, fingers held firm between them to intercept her kiss of greeting, voice unwavering as he'd intoned with grave finality, we aren't children anymore. )