【 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.
[ Aware of the picture she presents, Nami's movements grow languid and almost lazy after Ragna shuts the curtains, and she gets his pants pooled around the tops of his shoes. She doesn't need to steady herself with a hand placed maddeningly high on his inner thigh as she leans in, nor does she need to keep watching his face once she's close enough to part her lips before letting the hot press of her tongue drag over his skin for a pointedly not-that-brief moment, but she does. Blame it on the closed curtain making her bold, or how much fun she has riling him up before the two of them blow off all that pent-up energy that always seems to charge the air between them once they're left alone long enough.
Whatever is at fault here, is going to have to wait. Nami hasn't forgotten they've got a game to play. And where there's the potential to pad her modest fortune of chips, she's willing to exact a little self-control.
Her eyes narrow as she tilts her head towards the dice on the table, her hand lingering on his thigh right up until the last second before she speaks. ]
Your turn. [ The corners of her lips curve into a slight, but markedly warm smirk as her gaze flits pointedly down to his pants. ]
You should probably get those the rest of the way off first, though.
[ Just in case it makes it easier for a future dice roll, of course. ]
[ Oh god. She was slowing down now that the curtain was shut. Somehow he wasn't prepared for that when she assails him with a double-whammy. It's the hot press of her tongue across cool skin, the slender hand upon his taut thigh while she does so...and the way she just refuses to break her gaze of his. But he's better than this. He's not so weak that he would crumple after a single round. They both have money to win from this, damn it! They can win together and then have a drink about it after. ...Even if Nami was currently doing the equivalent of building up his meter until he was so pent-up and had no choice but to spend it.
And he does manage. Barely. There's some self-control on his part by the time she fulfills her turn and goads him for his turn. A warm sigh escapes him as he can't help but keep her in his periphery while he reaches for the pair of 12-sided die. ]
Uh huh? You think so?
[ He says flatly, grunting briefly as he leans forward so not to disturb her too much, popping his boots off in the process to make getting his pants off the rest of the way far easier. Until they're unceremoniously shoved to the side with his foot and he's back to tumbling the dice in his palm. Careful as to not let them just fall away or roll too far, they slip from his fingertips as his first assignment to her is up. ]
You wanna stay down there for me while I lean in? Or do you wanna slide into my lap for this one?
[ Inwardly he's halfheartedly pleading she takes him up on the latter...because it's already impossible enough to try and hide that half-chub he's rocking while he slowly but surely starts getting harder in his briefs. ]
[ Briefly considering getting up, Nami does start to move as Ragna shifts and strips off his boots and pants, but she elects to stay where she is until the clatter of the dice as they tumble over the tabletop clatters to a stop.
From this vantage point, she can't read what they say, but when he gives her, her options, Nami can only imagine – although it becomes clear what she is imagining is a lot more lascivious than what the dice have actually settled on. ]
I need to sit in your lap for you to do that? [ Her voice is playfully soft with feigned dubiousness, her eyebrows raising right along with the rest of her as she gets back to her feet and spares a quick glance at the dice with a thoughtful 'huh'.
If she's playing with him, Nami doesn't hold out for very long. It barely takes a moment for her to draw closer and slide comfortably into his lap, the round curve of her ass pressing firmly against the stiffening length of his cock as it puts the fabric of his boxers through its paces. ]
Do your worst. [ Chips are an excellent prize, and she's fine to see this game through until they both walk away winners, but being this close to him is damn distracting. ]
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Whatever is at fault here, is going to have to wait. Nami hasn't forgotten they've got a game to play. And where there's the potential to pad her modest fortune of chips, she's willing to exact a little self-control.
Her eyes narrow as she tilts her head towards the dice on the table, her hand lingering on his thigh right up until the last second before she speaks. ]
Your turn. [ The corners of her lips curve into a slight, but markedly warm smirk as her gaze flits pointedly down to his pants. ]
You should probably get those the rest of the way off first, though.
[ Just in case it makes it easier for a future dice roll, of course. ]
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And he does manage. Barely. There's some self-control on his part by the time she fulfills her turn and goads him for his turn. A warm sigh escapes him as he can't help but keep her in his periphery while he reaches for the pair of 12-sided die. ]
Uh huh? You think so?
[ He says flatly, grunting briefly as he leans forward so not to disturb her too much, popping his boots off in the process to make getting his pants off the rest of the way far easier. Until they're unceremoniously shoved to the side with his foot and he's back to tumbling the dice in his palm. Careful as to not let them just fall away or roll too far, they slip from his fingertips as his first assignment to her is up. ]
You wanna stay down there for me while I lean in? Or do you wanna slide into my lap for this one?
[ Inwardly he's halfheartedly pleading she takes him up on the latter...because it's already impossible enough to try and hide that half-chub he's rocking while he slowly but surely starts getting harder in his briefs. ]
Lick. Ear.
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From this vantage point, she can't read what they say, but when he gives her, her options, Nami can only imagine – although it becomes clear what she is imagining is a lot more lascivious than what the dice have actually settled on. ]
I need to sit in your lap for you to do that? [ Her voice is playfully soft with feigned dubiousness, her eyebrows raising right along with the rest of her as she gets back to her feet and spares a quick glance at the dice with a thoughtful 'huh'.
If she's playing with him, Nami doesn't hold out for very long. It barely takes a moment for her to draw closer and slide comfortably into his lap, the round curve of her ass pressing firmly against the stiffening length of his cock as it puts the fabric of his boxers through its paces. ]
Do your worst. [ Chips are an excellent prize, and she's fine to see this game through until they both walk away winners, but being this close to him is damn distracting. ]