【 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.
[ at this point, there's so very little that gladio wouldn't trust satoru with, perhaps to his own detriment. it's why he's here, sitting beside a dress he's sure to look ridiculous in. it's why he'd let him, of all things, shave his face clean for the first time in probably five years. it's why he doesn't protest or resist at all as satoru nudges at his shoulders, simply engages his core to lower them together like a bit of a show-off, hands firmly in place at satoru's waist to help him slide forward as they lay down. or, as it turns out, just he lays down, only to be almost immediately blanketed by the floor-length skirt that had been bundled up in his lap moments before.
it puts at least a temporary damper on his arousal, one that all but undoes the spike the simple act of shimmy up his body had caused. leave it to satoru, of course, to have a plan in mind, though, and to know how to precisely press gladio's buttons by now—in all ways. so the agitated grunt of impatience as the skirt is unfurled over his head is quieted, nearly at once, when he realizes just what he's being presented with. sure, the fabric lets in little light, but the press of satoru's thighs around his bare cheeks, and the heat emanating off his nearly-bare erection poised maybe an inch from his lips is impossible to ignore.
he licks his lips, chuckling muffled by the flare of fabric blanketing him. his hands spread, palming narrow hips to hold them in place as he arches his neck without another word, to lave his tongue over the stockings and warm skin beneath them. ]
( there's an expectant breath, tented around his lips, but gladiolus doesn't go for the obvious heat between his legs--he goes for his legs, period, a warm tongue that laps over one of his stockings, and he can't help the way his muscles flex on either side, thighs tightening and then forced loose again. a husky laugh escapes, like he hadn't quite realized that as much as he wants to be in control, here, as much as he's brought this situation into being: in the end, it's going to be gladiolus running the show. he gets to decide what to do, under that tented skirt; he gets to decide how far to go.
so he shifts, slightly, not escaping the hold of gladiolus' hands on his hips, but rather, angling his back so that he can brace one hand behind him, holding himself up; that palm rests, light and sure, on gladiolus' stomach behind him, forcing him to let out another slow breath, his stomach tightening with interest underneath the stiff fabric of the dress. )
Guess that means you're not interested in anything else.
( lightly, but his eyes go up to the ceiling--the light's a little bright, especially with his nerves singing in interest, his cock twitching almost expectantly, a little flick at the head. )
That's fine with me.
( but there's a small tremor in his voice, betrayed by another husky laugh--he forces his eyes closed, lounging back on his arm, the other hand sliding into his own lap to grip at some of his skirts for something to hold onto. he'll start whining in a second, if he isn't presented with at least gladiolus' hot breath on hard skin. )
no subject
it puts at least a temporary damper on his arousal, one that all but undoes the spike the simple act of shimmy up his body had caused. leave it to satoru, of course, to have a plan in mind, though, and to know how to precisely press gladio's buttons by now—in all ways. so the agitated grunt of impatience as the skirt is unfurled over his head is quieted, nearly at once, when he realizes just what he's being presented with. sure, the fabric lets in little light, but the press of satoru's thighs around his bare cheeks, and the heat emanating off his nearly-bare erection poised maybe an inch from his lips is impossible to ignore.
he licks his lips, chuckling muffled by the flare of fabric blanketing him. his hands spread, palming narrow hips to hold them in place as he arches his neck without another word, to lave his tongue over the stockings and warm skin beneath them. ]
no subject
so he shifts, slightly, not escaping the hold of gladiolus' hands on his hips, but rather, angling his back so that he can brace one hand behind him, holding himself up; that palm rests, light and sure, on gladiolus' stomach behind him, forcing him to let out another slow breath, his stomach tightening with interest underneath the stiff fabric of the dress. )
Guess that means you're not interested in anything else.
( lightly, but his eyes go up to the ceiling--the light's a little bright, especially with his nerves singing in interest, his cock twitching almost expectantly, a little flick at the head. )
That's fine with me.
( but there's a small tremor in his voice, betrayed by another husky laugh--he forces his eyes closed, lounging back on his arm, the other hand sliding into his own lap to grip at some of his skirts for something to hold onto. he'll start whining in a second, if he isn't presented with at least gladiolus' hot breath on hard skin. )