【 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.
[ A yelp slips when the other teen springs to life. Genya ends up on his back after an awkward toss of limbs, heart beating painfully fast as he stares stupidly up at the sight of a morning-kissed Getou. He can’t stop pinballing between points worthy of hyper-fixation, from that cute grin to the way feathers cling to errant strands.
Distance and time had been kind. They had allowed him to forget just how devastatingly attractive this guy really is. Now, not only is it right in his face, it’s on top of him with only a dying pillow between them for modesty. Genya’s immediate instinct is to shove the other boy off of him, but he stops short—a hand hovers over the crown of Getou’s head. ]
You… [ he swallows, trying to soothe the grit in his throat, ] Stupid, where were you? I was worried.
[ It’s honest, despite himself. Getou had been one of the first people he met in this place, and not to mention—the first person to ever touch him as though they wanted him. Even if that encounter is still, by all accounts, fucking weird, his heart softens. That hand finally falls to comb through that messy hair and gently shake off some feather-fuzz. ]
If you’re cold, cover up more. Don’t get sick. [ he gropes out with his free arm to drag the abused comforter over Getou, and by extension, himself. ] Where would I even go, this is my room…
[ As if that’s the reason why he’s tucking Getou in warmly against himself. ]
[ a strangeness there makes his smile fall, expression carefully blank as he takes in Genya's. worried? he hadn't thought he'd left enough of an impression on anyone to warrant something like that, let alone this guy. from just a little teasing, it makes it so easy to smell the ripe, pulsing blood beneath, a heart barely concealed beneath the sternum; he may as well be watching it throb against the flesh, eager to be torn open and swallowed. he licks his lips. it isn't salacious so much as it is unconscious, a wetting of a dry seam, but his pupils dilate and darken his eyes to an earthy warmth. ]
[ he's always been the provider, the umbrella in the rain, the blanket pulled over. it's odd for someone to do it to him without request, unusual to feel someone else's rough and broad calluses, for warmth to cradle over him and offer it. newness is a plangent hum in his chest, and somehow — regret follows its echo. ]
[ Genya is soft and tender beneath that wall of muscle. he really shouldn't have teased him too hard. ]
You could've found me, if you wanted to. [ it's not an accusation — just a way of explaining where he'd been without having to say it. don't make him say it. hard truth to hide naked as they are together now, a patch of flesh on his muscled forearm receded to reveal marble. a beat more, and the frenetic energy of a drunk gone pacified dissipates as he lays his cheek down on Genya's chest. the strong, steady drum of one against another, beat of pulse against inner ear. his eyes slip lower. ] If I'm sick, will you take care of me? Shinazugawa-kun.
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Distance and time had been kind. They had allowed him to forget just how devastatingly attractive this guy really is. Now, not only is it right in his face, it’s on top of him with only a dying pillow between them for modesty. Genya’s immediate instinct is to shove the other boy off of him, but he stops short—a hand hovers over the crown of Getou’s head. ]
You… [ he swallows, trying to soothe the grit in his throat, ] Stupid, where were you? I was worried.
[ It’s honest, despite himself. Getou had been one of the first people he met in this place, and not to mention—the first person to ever touch him as though they wanted him. Even if that encounter is still, by all accounts, fucking weird, his heart softens. That hand finally falls to comb through that messy hair and gently shake off some feather-fuzz. ]
If you’re cold, cover up more. Don’t get sick. [ he gropes out with his free arm to drag the abused comforter over Getou, and by extension, himself. ] Where would I even go, this is my room…
[ As if that’s the reason why he’s tucking Getou in warmly against himself. ]
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[ he's always been the provider, the umbrella in the rain, the blanket pulled over. it's odd for someone to do it to him without request, unusual to feel someone else's rough and broad calluses, for warmth to cradle over him and offer it. newness is a plangent hum in his chest, and somehow — regret follows its echo. ]
[ Genya is soft and tender beneath that wall of muscle. he really shouldn't have teased him too hard. ]
You could've found me, if you wanted to. [ it's not an accusation — just a way of explaining where he'd been without having to say it. don't make him say it. hard truth to hide naked as they are together now, a patch of flesh on his muscled forearm receded to reveal marble. a beat more, and the frenetic energy of a drunk gone pacified dissipates as he lays his cheek down on Genya's chest. the strong, steady drum of one against another, beat of pulse against inner ear. his eyes slip lower. ] If I'm sick, will you take care of me? Shinazugawa-kun.
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