【 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.
( maybe it's his poor attempt at a joke. the furthest from charming. no dignity to be had, either, in implying she'd call out someone else's name in bed. in the short period of time that she's learning what makes aki aki, these fundamental truths are what she has to go by.
she knows all of that, right down to the pitter-patter of his current feelings, and it still doesn't really prepare her at all. robin blinks big and owlishly at the suggestion and doesn't catch on for a delayed beat. it takes a moment for the sheer idea of it to register, and then another two for her to react to it. )
...no, I don't think I'll do that, Mr. Hayakawa. ( so she says, shocked back into a hostess's polite mannerisms in the lilt of her riposte, a little pink in the face and maybe slightly defensive because what else is she to say about that...? and while she'd already been halfway to perching between his legs, no less?
but she's learning. there's no graceful way to initiate a one-night stand — is that really what this is? — or to figure out the laces of her corset now that it's as form-fitting as latex on her body, or to kick off her heels so that they don't drop onto the carpet with a mood-ruining clunk of noise as the mattress dips and squeaks under the weight of her stocking-clad knee. all of these distractions, and aki still looks at her with a strange patience. a kind sort of focus. and she already knows that none of this comes very naturally to him either.
to be honest, he does remind her of someone — but that's where the similarities must end. where aki had looked at her and saw a devil, robin had felt his odd warmth and had seen an — )
I'm not so much an angel, either, that I would want you to think of someone else right now, if I can help it...
( she offers honestly, and maybe it comes off soft and unsure even in the note of her own quiet assurance, because her gloved hands are still trailing aimlessly over the plane of aki's stomach until she's palming the edge of his waistband, fingers hooked there at his slacks again as she considers her next step.
wonders, idly, if he'd fall back onto the mattress the rest of the way if she pushed on his shoulder, even as she's already doing it. )
... I could... use it over your clothes, if you'd prefer.
( all it takes is another pass of his gaze to realize that he's stumbled--for not the first time. words have to be used so carefully because they're so delicate; once they're past his tongue, past his lips, there's nothing that he can do about them but double-down. he wishes, like most people do, that there would be a proper time to take certain things back: like maybe he could go back a good ten years and not say such damnable things, that he could be more mature, that he could say i love you and i care about you and know that the last thing his family thought about him was just that. but mistakes are made because they have to be learned from, and what he's learned is that his life ended, those many years ago, and something else grew and became an adult in the husk left behind.
she doesn't like it, whatever she read in his words. and while he's not usually one to clarify, it's her honest statement that makes him look up at her; a slow glance over her features, like he's studying, like he's trying to see something that may or may not be there.
his hands find her hips, but only to steady her--only to feel that she's really there, warm and still willing, warm and still alive despite his blunder. )
I'm not thinking of anyone else. ( he starts, and while that might be obvious, he doesn't make it sound like it is: patient, more earnest than correcting. ) I meant if there's a nickname you preferred, to your first name. That was all.
( there's nothing waiting for him, when his back hits the mattress, except the slight give of the expensive covers, the way the pressure at his spine does nothing to mitigate the heat that pools through his stomach at her touch, and it's one of the only times he's wondered if he should be ashamed of himself, when her fingertips work delicately at the waist of his slacks, as though trying to gauge where to go. ashamed of his interest, half-hard and wanting beneath the fabric, or if she knows what an angel really looks like, or how the light in the room halos her when he's flat on his back on the bed. of whether his hands can move, instead of brace her there like she's something that should be kept at a distance from someone like him.
the offer isn't unkind, but it also keeps that distance between them. is that better for her, or worse? he considers it, briefly, his gaze focused up on her face; those little wings aren't giving anything away, now, and maybe he's lost an opportunity that he didn't even realize he had. )
You can use it however you like. ( a part of him considers leaving it there: and then decides, against better judgment, to continue. )
But if I were using it on you, I would want you bare. Not just to touch, but to look at you.
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she knows all of that, right down to the pitter-patter of his current feelings, and it still doesn't really prepare her at all. robin blinks big and owlishly at the suggestion and doesn't catch on for a delayed beat. it takes a moment for the sheer idea of it to register, and then another two for her to react to it. )
...no, I don't think I'll do that, Mr. Hayakawa. ( so she says, shocked back into a hostess's polite mannerisms in the lilt of her riposte, a little pink in the face and maybe slightly defensive because what else is she to say about that...? and while she'd already been halfway to perching between his legs, no less?
but she's learning. there's no graceful way to initiate a one-night stand — is that really what this is? — or to figure out the laces of her corset now that it's as form-fitting as latex on her body, or to kick off her heels so that they don't drop onto the carpet with a mood-ruining clunk of noise as the mattress dips and squeaks under the weight of her stocking-clad knee. all of these distractions, and aki still looks at her with a strange patience. a kind sort of focus. and she already knows that none of this comes very naturally to him either.
to be honest, he does remind her of someone — but that's where the similarities must end. where aki had looked at her and saw a devil, robin had felt his odd warmth and had seen an — )
I'm not so much an angel, either, that I would want you to think of someone else right now, if I can help it...
( she offers honestly, and maybe it comes off soft and unsure even in the note of her own quiet assurance, because her gloved hands are still trailing aimlessly over the plane of aki's stomach until she's palming the edge of his waistband, fingers hooked there at his slacks again as she considers her next step.
wonders, idly, if he'd fall back onto the mattress the rest of the way if she pushed on his shoulder, even as she's already doing it. )
... I could... use it over your clothes, if you'd prefer.
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she doesn't like it, whatever she read in his words. and while he's not usually one to clarify, it's her honest statement that makes him look up at her; a slow glance over her features, like he's studying, like he's trying to see something that may or may not be there.
his hands find her hips, but only to steady her--only to feel that she's really there, warm and still willing, warm and still alive despite his blunder. )
I'm not thinking of anyone else. ( he starts, and while that might be obvious, he doesn't make it sound like it is: patient, more earnest than correcting. ) I meant if there's a nickname you preferred, to your first name. That was all.
( there's nothing waiting for him, when his back hits the mattress, except the slight give of the expensive covers, the way the pressure at his spine does nothing to mitigate the heat that pools through his stomach at her touch, and it's one of the only times he's wondered if he should be ashamed of himself, when her fingertips work delicately at the waist of his slacks, as though trying to gauge where to go. ashamed of his interest, half-hard and wanting beneath the fabric, or if she knows what an angel really looks like, or how the light in the room halos her when he's flat on his back on the bed. of whether his hands can move, instead of brace her there like she's something that should be kept at a distance from someone like him.
the offer isn't unkind, but it also keeps that distance between them. is that better for her, or worse? he considers it, briefly, his gaze focused up on her face; those little wings aren't giving anything away, now, and maybe he's lost an opportunity that he didn't even realize he had. )
You can use it however you like. ( a part of him considers leaving it there: and then decides, against better judgment, to continue. )
But if I were using it on you, I would want you bare. Not just to touch, but to look at you.
( permission, or a confession: or both. )