【 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!
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[ it had hardly been much of a temptation, more of a ploy to get under his skin, remind him that she notices all the subtle gestures and surreptitious glances he'd always manage to sneak past the adults back home. she's an observer by nature, and not even gojou is immune to that, maybe because she knows just as well as he does that there are parts of him she may never quite know. but, then, that goes both ways, doesn't it? still, she likes the way he goes slack at her tugging, pliant for her as she reels him in, smiles up at him as if she's made some offer he simply can't refuse. he can, of course; they've refused tamer before this, even outside of this dreadful casino. maybe that's what she's always liked best about them—the eternal push and pull without ever quite crossing a line. she's an observer, a watcher, a chaser, like a cat that abandons its prey as soon as its trapped beneath its paws, never quite certain what comes after the hunt.
so her smile falters as soon as he leans in, unseen by his eyes but maybe noticed by the other six, something not quite horrified but certainly shocked. she hadn't expected him to rise to the bait, let alone fall for it so readily. her eyes flutter closed as if they're really about to kiss, and of all things goosebumps sprout along her arms, shoulder to fingertip, when his tongue proves warm, soft, and nimble. why had she expected anything less, with the stories and excuses he's able to fabricate with such ease back home? of course he's silvertongued in all aspects, not the least of which might prove to be kissing.
the end of her cigarette crackles away, ash getting longer by the moment as she opens her eyes, almost one at a time, in something of a daze. thank god he looks remorseful; the look on his face lets her laugh, lets her slip right back into the space they should occupy rather than the one she feels urged towards. the smoke, the drinks, the menacing mark at the back of her neck—she'd never want something like that so badly under other circumstances. not from either of them. ]
Done.
[ her voice is a chime, low and resonant in the din of the room. and she taps the end of her cigarette against the edge of the gilded ashtray built into the edge of the table. then she offers it to him, an olive branch, a consolation prize. ]
I think that's all I need to trade in. You wanna come with me?
( he looks, waits, pleads with the round blue of his eyes, but there's no punishment--well, no outward punishment, as far as he can tell. rather, shouko laughs, and he can't tell if he enjoys it, can't tell if it's something that he should laugh along with, or if it's more that he's the butt of the joke. reflexive, he does at least smile, scrambling for his ego like a sheet to throw up in front of him, a magician quickly rearranging his cards; beaming, he straightens back up again, hands climbing onto his own hips with a laugh.
beaming, he continues-- ) Done! Best licking you'll ever get!
( he stands there for a moment, basking in the sun of his own praise, before he realizes she's offering out the cigarette--he relaxes, reaching into take it between his thumb and forefinger, pinching it to take an experimental breath.
naturally, it comes out in a muffled cough; one hand waves in front of his face, while the other passes the cigarette back as though in disgust. )
Don't have anything else--better to do. ( he wheezes, softly, before he swallows down the dramatics; instead, he drops an arm around shouko's shoulder, casual, as though to both express his interest in coming along and to provide her something of a barrier, in case anyone gets too interested and tries to drag her in along the way. ) Remind me, what are we getting~?
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so her smile falters as soon as he leans in, unseen by his eyes but maybe noticed by the other six, something not quite horrified but certainly shocked. she hadn't expected him to rise to the bait, let alone fall for it so readily. her eyes flutter closed as if they're really about to kiss, and of all things goosebumps sprout along her arms, shoulder to fingertip, when his tongue proves warm, soft, and nimble. why had she expected anything less, with the stories and excuses he's able to fabricate with such ease back home? of course he's silvertongued in all aspects, not the least of which might prove to be kissing.
the end of her cigarette crackles away, ash getting longer by the moment as she opens her eyes, almost one at a time, in something of a daze. thank god he looks remorseful; the look on his face lets her laugh, lets her slip right back into the space they should occupy rather than the one she feels urged towards. the smoke, the drinks, the menacing mark at the back of her neck—she'd never want something like that so badly under other circumstances. not from either of them. ]
Done.
[ her voice is a chime, low and resonant in the din of the room. and she taps the end of her cigarette against the edge of the gilded ashtray built into the edge of the table. then she offers it to him, an olive branch, a consolation prize. ]
I think that's all I need to trade in. You wanna come with me?
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beaming, he continues-- ) Done! Best licking you'll ever get!
( he stands there for a moment, basking in the sun of his own praise, before he realizes she's offering out the cigarette--he relaxes, reaching into take it between his thumb and forefinger, pinching it to take an experimental breath.
naturally, it comes out in a muffled cough; one hand waves in front of his face, while the other passes the cigarette back as though in disgust. )
Don't have anything else--better to do. ( he wheezes, softly, before he swallows down the dramatics; instead, he drops an arm around shouko's shoulder, casual, as though to both express his interest in coming along and to provide her something of a barrier, in case anyone gets too interested and tries to drag her in along the way. ) Remind me, what are we getting~?
( as if it's somehow his prize to claim. )