【 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.
[ his hips lift to press deeper into her and she rises with them, biting her lip at the hot flood of his come immediately after, coating her insides as he's done so many times before. she feels each jolt of his body, each shudder and gasp, the intensity of it feeding into her own to drag out the pleasure slow and sticky like hot honey. her hips twitch minutely, savoring the last few pulses before he slumps back down with her following closely.
she reaches up to free his wrists, a simple tug undoing the knot as the rope falls away off the side of the bed. it doesn't look like there was any chafing, but she rubs her palms gently over his skin anyway, rubbing down his forearms to encourage circulation from where he'd kept it above his head the whole time. there's nothing, however, that could prepare her for that little smile on tseng's face when he opens his eyes again, warm with affection and satisfaction. he's always soft in the afterglow, but something about this feels a little different—sweeter, maybe, more indulgent, and she finds herself momentarily gripped with an overwhelming surge of fondness.
she bracing her elbow against the mattress to hold herself up as she gently brushes his hair from his face, leaning down to kiss him. ]
[ clorinde kisses him, then kisses him again, and for a long moment all tseng can think is that this must be what bliss feels like: warm and shivery and a little intoxicated, drowning in the sweetness of her body and her smile.
reality must set in eventually, of course. tseng's higher brain functions come online one by one, little by little, beginning with the pinpricks in his hands as circulation begins to flow again. she'd tied him well, his wrists don't ache at all, but there's only so much that can be done against the inexorable work of gravity. tseng lifts his arms and brings them around clorinde's waist instead, stroking gently down the sway of her back. ]
Very good, [ he admits without shame, a little smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. ] Surprisingly exhausted, considering I barely did anything at all.
[ well, that's probably where the exertion came from. it takes more work for him to be still than for him to move. tseng tilts his chin up so their lips touch again, a soft ghost of a kiss. ]
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she reaches up to free his wrists, a simple tug undoing the knot as the rope falls away off the side of the bed. it doesn't look like there was any chafing, but she rubs her palms gently over his skin anyway, rubbing down his forearms to encourage circulation from where he'd kept it above his head the whole time. there's nothing, however, that could prepare her for that little smile on tseng's face when he opens his eyes again, warm with affection and satisfaction. he's always soft in the afterglow, but something about this feels a little different—sweeter, maybe, more indulgent, and she finds herself momentarily gripped with an overwhelming surge of fondness.
she bracing her elbow against the mattress to hold herself up as she gently brushes his hair from his face, leaning down to kiss him. ]
How are you feeling?
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reality must set in eventually, of course. tseng's higher brain functions come online one by one, little by little, beginning with the pinpricks in his hands as circulation begins to flow again. she'd tied him well, his wrists don't ache at all, but there's only so much that can be done against the inexorable work of gravity. tseng lifts his arms and brings them around clorinde's waist instead, stroking gently down the sway of her back. ]
Very good, [ he admits without shame, a little smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. ] Surprisingly exhausted, considering I barely did anything at all.
[ well, that's probably where the exertion came from. it takes more work for him to be still than for him to move. tseng tilts his chin up so their lips touch again, a soft ghost of a kiss. ]
What about you?
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