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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.
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[ Now, Wei Wuxian doesn't know what a car is and he doesn't entirely know what to do when he wakes up in this ultra luxurious ultra modern setting but. You know, he rolls with the punches. He's an adaptable guy. He knows how to pivot. All of that. So, that's what he does! He takes a quick scan around the car that he's in, the robe that he's wearing, the thing on his wrist and then just. Takes a breath, looks towards the person that's with him in the car and smiles. ]
Hi. Do you know where my underwear went?
[ Someone's just out here hanging dong and does not like it!! ]
TWO — PARTY (CASINO HALL).
[ This is. Too much opulence. He is but a Ye Olde and even though he's quick on the draw, he doesn't know if he can handle this much opulence at once. It's not even what he's used to — gentry houses and cultivation clans, all of them have their level of elegance and pizazz but this is next level.
He is dressed in a suit that he got from somewhere, no longer hanging dong, and it's been about thirty six hours since he arrived at this party and. Even he needs to rest. So, somewhere, Wei Wuxian has sprawled himself out on the floor underneath a table, arm thrown over his eyes and is snoring softly as he just tries to recover. Look, he didn't leave the party, so the staff can't get mad at him, but he does need a break.
Feel free to wake him up! Or join him? Eh, he doesn't care. ]
THREE — PARTY (DIRTY DICE).
[ AAAAAALRIGHT, HE'S BACK, HE'S AWAKE, HE'S READY TO GO. Which means Wei Wuxian has opted to play some of the casino games. He slips into a seat, possibly next to you(!), and gives a broad smile, tilting the drink in his hand in your direction in greeting. ]
So, what's this? Dice game? How do you play?
[ He's expecting a dirty element to it, at least, based off of what he picked up on so far but heck, that's not a deterrent to him. ]
FOUR — HANGOVER.
[ And now, Wei Wuxian is back in a robe — this time a nice big fluffy one. Because as you wake up, there will be the sound of running water turning off and out comes Wei Wuxian from the bathroom of the suite you're both in. He grins, throws a wink, and gestures towards the tray of hangover kits available. ]
Dibs on the congee.
FIVE — WILDCARD.
( Anything else? Feel free to hit me with your own prompt! Wei Wuxian will be wandering around immensely curious about everything, and super open to it all. He's not freaking out even a little! Maybe!
Feel free to hit me up in pm if you have any questions. I already have an invite so I'm all good but here is my EMP comment as well. Thanks a bunch! :^) )
[ Broca has made about five attempts to leave this event so far to no avail, and is currently sitting here in a gaudy looking suit that suggested when he was dragged here he didn't have his own nice outfit to put on. There's a whole sour aura around him as he sits in the chair where a staff member has insisted on leading him back to after his last three escape attempts, and he's sort of reluctantly resigning himself to this.
He's not even particularly bothered by the sex acts at this point, but he's not loving the rancorous party atmosphere. His ears are pinned down to his head, his tail twitches in jerky, agitated motions. Hopefully Wei Wuxian forgives the sullen look that's fixed on him when Broca looks over, before glancing back at the dice. ]
You roll the dice and then do whatever it says on them. Not all of them are that dirty.
[ He rolled a "slap knee" earlier, and while the man on the receiving end might have wished for something dirty while limping away, it had been at least a little satisfying for Broca. ]
[ Okay, first off — animal ears, and a tail? Looks like a kitty. Not a bad thing at all! Better than the alternative. Which is dog. Fuck dogs. So, the smile doesn't dissipate from Wei Wuxian's expression as he settles into the seat next to Broca and lets his eyes travel across the dice table. Okay, not all of it is a sex act which is good because Wei Wuxian would actually like to exchange names first before getting down to business.
The sour aura is noted but not internalized. Most people who talk to him are annoyed in some fashion. Sometimes even by him! So, it doesn't bother him at all and actually, is somewhat reassuring. This is a personality type he can handle. ]
Got it. So, how do you win? Play a certain amount of times? [ His eyes are darting around a bit, observing everything and taking it all in. There's just so much to see. ] Mm, how many rounds have you played?
[ Not a dog at all, though Broca himself is perfectly content around canidae. His two closest friends are a fox and a wolf respectively, but the man who doesn't like dogs is lucky in the House saw fit to bring in the tiger of the trio instead.
A tiger that, as sour as he seems, is at least willing to answer these questions for him. ]
First person to act out four rounds without backing out wins.
[ No matter how degrading or how unpleasant the act might seem, and while there are sexual acts on here, there are definitely some just unpleasant ones too. ]
A couple of rounds, but the guy I was playing again tapped out before I could win.
[ He doesn't sound particularly bothered by the fact that he didn't get his large payout, but then again despite an Unfortunate Incident sometime this summer that caused Broca to lose all of his chips, he isn't exactly destitute anymore. ]
Hank Anderson | Detroit: Become Human | New Player
The car where Hank wakes up has a line of plush seats curling round the bar, and, regardless of the weird robe, he can work with that.
“So,” he says, looking more at the booze than whoever’s in the car with him. “Guess it’s not you I have to thank for all this, then?”
Hank raises his arm, the sleeve of his robe loose and, god, he feels ridiculous. The robe is a soft cream, with flowers printed along the edges of the fabric. He leans toward the bar — all glimmering, just itching for him to reach out — before pausing to clasp the robe’s front, because of course it doesn’t have any sort of tie holding it together. Of course not.
Dirty Dice
The name of the game gives it away, but really? ‘Slap Ass’ is the result of Hank’s first set of rolls.
“Guess I’m supposed to slap your ass,” Hank says, shrugging in his obnoxiously stiff suit.
What a hell of a way to meet someone new.
“Not like I have to,” he adds hastily. “I mean — right? They’re not gonna make me slap your ass, are they?”
Sex Toy Roulette
The huge wheel with a list of sex toy prizes sounds like yet another horrible idea, but Hank isn’t thinking about that. Isn’t thinking at all, really, beyond the fact that the needle might land on the ominously appealing ‘insta-prize!’
Predictably, the needle does not land on such.
“I’m not wearing these,” Hank mutters, at least having enough grace to pick up his so-called prize: a pair of nipple clamps, connected by a chain. “These are, uh. For you. Obviously.”
He knows what he’s supposed to use these for, in theory, but god. How mortifying.
Wildcard
(I love all the prompts so feel free to hit me up with any of the others! Or you can PM or message me on Plurk Giangio if you want to discuss anything.)
Edited (markdown my beloved) 2025-01-16 03:07 (UTC)
[ The willingness to answer questions is definitely a boon, makes Wei Wuxian make a mental note to find out this guy's name and follow up with him as he gets adjusted to this place. Even if he might not like it — that really isn't an issue for Wei Wuxian. A stranger is just a friend you haven't met yet, or something like that. Ha.
For now, Wei Wuxian takes a sip of his drink, setting it down on the coaster nearby and giving a hum of thought. Alright, four rounds, and this poor kitty has apparently been dumped by the previous person he was playing with. Unfortunate for them, but fortunate for Wei Wuxian because he is not a coward. ]
Then let's start fresh, play together?
[ And a slight bow of his head, that smile everpresent. ]
My name is Wei Wuxian, by the way. Thought I should introduce myself before I do something weird like lick your elbow.
( as a general rule, neuvillette declines most invitations for parties that are sent his way. they are crowded, the chitchat often banal, and the constant attention lingering on his person - the title of chief justice will always hold water, no matter where in fontaine he goes - always leaves him feeling even more like an outsider.
there is, however, no escape from this particular gathering, no matter how he protests.
and what a gathering it is, blinding and decadent, beyond even any that the highest fontaininan noble might have thrown. in his finely tailored suit, ivory-white with a translucent sheen, hair tied back in a loose braid with a blue silk ribbon, he hardly stands out in the crowd. with the veil of anonymity, as it were, draped over his face, he finds himself more willing to mingle with the crowd, ghosting his way across the floor to examine a thin-necked vase here and inspect the foodstuffs laid out there.
the buffet tables nearly buckle under the weight of all the dishes on display, and yet his eyes skim listless over each dish, frown deepening as he searches for one particular thing. )
No water?
( surely not. )
HOUSE OF CARDS
( though he has no wish to play any of the 'games' on display, his observance of a few having left him with a sense of discomfort and dismay, he allows himself to be cajoled into a chair next to a house of cards. it's a simple game of question and answer, he is told, with the only loss being that of his chips should he be so unlucky as to knock the whole thing over.
with his gloved hands folded neatly in his lap, long legs crossed in front of him, he meets the gaze of his partner, violet eyes clear. one hand lifts, gesturing elegantly towards the neatly balanced cards. )
Would you like to go first, or shall I?
MORNING AFTER
( when he wakes, it is in a room he does not recognize, next to a body he is unfamiliar with, the memory of falling asleep absent from his mind. the only mercy is that, unlike when he first awoke in this place, he is clothed, though not in very much. he slips out of bed, careful not to jostle his companion, then sets towards the trousers and shirt tossed casually over the back of the chair
there is a proper order to these things, after all, and the adherence to a schedule (inasmuch as he can) helps settle him in this unfamiliar place. once clothed, he sorts through the basket on the table, through the medicine, the water bottles, the face masks and lotions…and the particularly large dildo, ridged all around.
he sighs. )
I should hope they at least sanitize these before adding them to the baskets.
OOC
( permissions here, no kink list yet but would prefer to keep to non-penetrative acts/lighter kinks for the tdm. send a pm with any questions or if you'd like to do a different prompt. )
[ Of all the strange places she’s woken up in, this is…new. And potentially alarming. Not the robe or her nudity – frankly she just Does Not Care about the tiddy situation right now – moreso how on earth she managed to get herself into a car she decidedly doesn’t own with a person she’s never seen before. One that she's promptly going to pat on the cheek a couple times in the hopes she can jostle them awake. ]
Hey. Hey, you.
[ Pat pat pat. A pretty polite wakeup call, all things considered. On the downside, if her carmate doesn’t start showing signs of stirring, she’s not above just grabbing a handful of ice from the champagne bucket and stuffing it into their robe/clothing/etc as some friendly 'encouragement'. Rude? Maybe. Effective? Definitely. Can't argue with results. ]
C’mon, sleepyhead. Don't make me go for the whole ice bucket next.
ii. wardrobe malfunction | at the door
Uh... guys? I’m going to save you some time and disappointment here… that’s not going to fit. Sorry.
[ For someone getting dragged across from one clothing rack to the other with about as much enthusiasm as a sleep-deprived snail, Mayou’s being remarkably patient as she’s stuffed into increasingly flamboyant dresses by the enthusiastic staff. This is the reality of being vertically challenged – most clothing simply isn’t designed with her in mind, and she’s made her peace with that. ‘Cute in oversized clothes’ is a valid aesthetic choice when done well. Operative words here being done well, which these dresses decidedly aren't.
At least she’s getting pretty comfy standing around in underwear while the next monstrosity of taffeta is pulled off the rack, because Mayou gives the nearest fellow arrival an exhausted, pleading look. ]
Back me up here. It’d just be easier to snip some off the bottom with scissors, right?
iii. let the good times roll | dirty dice
[ The moment one staff member explains the game to her with the phrase ‘Big Prizes’, she’s sold. Sure, this whole fever dream of a party is highly suspect, but she’s had a couple glasses of champagne to break the ice a bit. What’s the worst that could go wrong? It’s just dice. If nothing else, Mayou is dead set on getting her greedy little witch paws on some gaudy souvenir just to prove to herself this whole thing actually happened.
So whether she’s invited or not, she grabs a die for herself and makes a beeline straight to an available booth, dropping into the leather with a flushed cheeks and a slightly-too-confident smile. ]
Ready to play?
[ Pray for her. She has no idea what she’s getting herself into. ]
iv. no ragrets | morning after
[ After the blur of gambling, booze, and terrible decisions, her whole body feels like one big bruise. How many drinks did she have? Did she ever bother counting? Truly, a mystery for the ages… and not one she’s really counting on solving when her brain’s busy trying to dribble out of her ears. She’s fully aware there’s another person in bed with her, but quite frankly, she’s got zero compunctions about stuffing her face in the nearest available surface that’s a)warm and b)somewhat soft. Lord does being awake sound like the worst idea of all time. Hard fuckin' pass, thanks. Mayou's bedmate is just gonna have to deal with her using them like a body pillow and accept that's their lot in life now. Tl;dr... congratulations on getting your own personal koala! Mayou isn’t showing any signs of letting go until her splitting headache abates... but you didn't have anywhere important to be, right? ]
v. wildcard
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The small, tinny sound gets Red's attention and with a little groan she sits half-upright, rubbing a hand through her mane of hair. She didn't sleep that long or that hard, right? What even is this-?
This was definitely not camp. Or a trench. This was - a car? In an underground garage? A really fancy car now that she took a closer look. Real leather seats and of a design she's definitely seen before. Oh, and she's in a robe. A very nice, fancy, robe, but not a lot else. There's a long moment as she starts to register that she's not alone and then- ]
What the Hell?
[ There's a note of disbelief in her voice as she examines the little device on her wrist. ]
How did I even...? I didn't even drink last night!
II. Welcome to the Party
[ Red is doing her best not to freak out, but it's hard to keep your cool when you wake up in a strange place and find out you're... what? Stuck in a weird hotel? She's still trying to wrap her head around it and she's already being urged to go and attend a fancy party. Or required, really. She's not that sure she actually wants to go, but she finds herself being steadily drawn in. And at least they've given her the clothes for it - a very fancy suit that seems to fit her a little too perfectly. She's even had her hair slicked back, despite the rather uncomfortable look on her face. In fact, her limbs seem to be moving on their own, almost as if she's being dragged.
So Red is a little, uh, red in the face by the time she's been shoved by the invisible ghost hands onto the floor of the casino, her head spinning, her expression a bit of a scowl. A casino. A damn casino. And here she'd been on the front lines of a war. This had to be some kind of joke, right? A dream? But her eyes and ears (and nose) weren't lying to her. This place felt real.
Maybe she'd died and this was Hell or something...
First things first. Food. She couldn't object to food, right? She hovers at the buffet, eyes a little wide, picking at things and loading her plate up with a bit more enthusiasm. Although... she does lean over to a neighbor with a conspiratorial whisper. ]
...you think they're really just giving this away? I don't get this place. I'm not gonna complain about the food - haven't eaten like this ever - but what's the game here?
[ She's not getting loud and angry. Yet. ]
III. Dice, Dice
[ Through no fault of her own, she's been half invited and half forced into a game and she leans over the table, her hands cupped over her mouth as she waits for someone to settle in across from her. Or maybe they're already there. She pulls a little sardonic grin and then gestures at the dice. ]
...this feels like something out of a dirty magazine, you know? You really want to do this?
[ She's pretty sure they don't have a choice, but hey. ]
IV. Women's Parlor
[ Well. She can't complain too much about there being a little hideaway for just women, even if so far she finds that the rest of this place is a little insane. Or a lot insane. She's pretty sure she's dead or just hallucinating or - you know what, this might as well happen. She's taking a bit of a break from the casino floor as the party wears on... and on... and on. She's honestly a little relieved to have a bit of quiet. Even some cats to poke at. So she's settled in a comfy chair, looking a bit shell-shocked, a cat in her lap and a cup of tea in hand. She glances at her opposite number with a long exhale. ]
...why do I feel like I oughta have my pinky out or something?
[ This whole place is more opulent than her own wildest dreams of wealth. It's a little unsettling. ]
V. Wildcard!
[ Invent something. Happy to run with just about anything - or hit me up via PM or at dragoon1940. ]
( All things considered, it's not a terrible way to wake up. Jae Ha has certainly woken in many worse situations, in chains or in binds, beaten or barely alive— but this is luxury leather seats and a fancy robe to match. There are just a few problems with that.
First, the cramped feeling of being inside of a car is immediately noticeable for someone like him. A car is a completely foreign object, on top of that, and pushing a hand against the solid shape of the door and window next to him grants no give. Next, the state of his attire, and his company, is immediately apparent: he's nude, aside from the robe, which means that the green, scaly thing that is his right leg is visible. That latter fact is what sets him over the edge, and only just a few split seconds later, the passenger door of the car flies off of its hinges and into the fancy car parked next to it. Crashes of metal are likely to wake up anyone in the vicinity, whether witness, or his "room partner", or the car hit by the flying door. But waking up or already awake or not, Jae Ha has lept away in a flash of green, and is now seeking refuge behind a rather large... limo jeep? Not that he knows what that is.
It's big enough to block his clawed foot behind a tire as he tries to figure out where he can escape, in his panic, at least. But he does peek, cautiously, around the front of this vehicle hiding spot to see if he can spot anyone awake and out from where he'd just fled, unknowingly causing the oversensitive car alarm on this one to begin blasting.
In other words, good morning everyone! There's quite the commotion now. )
🐉 ii. bubbly
( Things are a lot more calm once he's found shoes. Parties are a lot nicer when they're not forced, but Jae Ha feels like he has to go to find out a little more about what's going on, and see if anyone else is in need of some reassuring presence. He's dressed in nice hanbok that they've so kindly given him, with thigh high boots that are a little more unique for the style. Still, he pulls it off, and the finishing touch is a nice ribbon tied into a bow to keep his hair in a low ponytail.
Before he can truly get into the party, though, he notices an issue with the bubbly. Whether you're still floating or suddenly in the process of falling, it's Jae Ha who springs up from the floor like he can fly, grasping hands with a smile that's as calming as it is playful. )
Has anyone ever told you should stay a little more grounded?
( A poor joke, all things considered, but it's with Jae Ha's momentum and tugs that he scoops this stranger into a princess carry, landing elegantly in a space away from most of the crowds. Those lucky folks who are still in float mode get to keep their hands held like it's the tie of a balloon, but Jae Ha sets everyone down gently, either way. )
How did you get up there?
🐉 iii. wildcard & ooc notes
( Existing player, new character! Feel free to find him in any of the prompts, including smut ones. No prefs on age, gender or kinks! )
[ well. dan heng is taking all of this with as much grace as possible. new worlds aren't foreign to him by any means, but generally speaking he makes the choice to venture to them, rather than being forcibly appropriated. after waking in the back of a large limousine in nothing but a gauzy robe, he'd needed a little soul-searching time. no weapon. no fellow crew members. only himself, here in this bizarre, gaudy place - being cautious is an absolute necessity.
being cautious, and playing along, even if it means needing to debase himself for the pleasure of the house. without backup, he cannot chance disobedience. so here he is, all dressed up and sitting ramrod-straight on a luxurious sofa, one leg crossed over the other, staring down a pair of tawdry dice. dan heng inhales, exhales, inhales again, and sighs. ]
Well. Shall we?
[ the sooner they begin, the sooner it will end. ]
one or eleven;
[ dominance, submission.. dan heng has never taken part in play like this before (he's woefully inexperienced, help), but after a little bit of thought, he can understand the appeal.
dominating offers complete control, safety. submitting gives one the chance to let go, to hand the reins to another and rest. there's more to this than simple sex - it's ferreting out a deeper satisfaction than easy pleasure can provide. pressing his lips thoughtfully together, dan heng selects a card.
A♦: ACE OF DIAMONDS
submissive. very well. perhaps it's for the best, given his distinct lack of experience here, but giving up control is not an easy ask, either; he'll simply have to assert his boundaries. still dressed to impress, dan heng slips his card into his lapel so that it's easily visible to anyone searching for a partner, his teal eyes flicking toward the first to approach. ]
Are you looking for me?
house of cards;
[ now, this is a little more his speed, thanks. dan heng is a delicate, careful person by nature, so slipping the cards out should be simple enough, and the questions can't be that intrusive, right? right? sure, probably!! so, sitting across from his partner, dan heng hums thoughtfully and leans forward, deftly sliding the first card free. it reads:
Would you trade your memories with a beloved person in order to save their life?
oh. he'd expected something a little less heavy than that, given the tight expression on his face, but dan heng needs only a few seconds to decide on his answer. placing the card down, face up, he nods. ]
Yes, I would.
aftercare;
[ dan heng hadn't partaken in much drinking, outside of a little bit of wine here and there, but given his reclusive nature the far-too-long party had been hell on him in other ways. so when he wakes with a soft groan, comfortably hemmed in by plush blankets, his head is still pounding.
also he's entirely naked, help.
sitting up with a soft sigh, dan heng rubs his eyes with the heel of his hand, the plush blankets dropping to gather around his hips, revealing soft skin bearing curious scars along his back and arms, as well as soft patches of bluegreen scales, iridescent in the morning light. blinking blearily, he casts his gaze toward the companion he's been tucked in beside. ]
Wake up.
wildcard;
[ please feel free to mix and match prompts, or throw something new at me! also, dan heng comes in both human and dragonish forms - so yes, this means the dragon dicks. he's got a lizard setup, so a genital slit from which the dicks emerge when he's aroused, but the slit is also fuckable because why not. if you would rather not engage with the dragon anatomy, just let me know and i'll have him in his human form!! happy fucking, friends.
[ okay. she's pretty sure she's no longer on the eponymous bus anymore, upon waking up in a sheer white robe and nothing else underneath. which should be worrying, but ishmael's priorities can be quite skewed especially in times of great duress. after checking and doublechecking the car's compartments, she steps out of her ride in a hurry -- a sleek hummer that's almost half as big as mephistopheles back home -- and tumbles onto the ground, scrambling onto her feet and running towards any car she can spot, vacant or no.
she won't care if anyone's sleeping inside or even fucking around the vehicle. she Will knock incessantly at the window until the ones inside roll them down to hear her out. ]
Listen, sorry. Can you let me check your car for a sec? I think I misplaced something...
[ she runs her hand through her massive orange-red hair, almost like a nervous tic. she does have every right to be anxious when the rope that's been grounding her the whole time is missing from her head, after all. ]
party forever
dirty dice (open to nsfw) [ she's... still pretty sure she's found herself in a District back in the City where their singularity runs on sex, or something. yeah, that's it. it's the only explanation, and she's hanging on to that.
it's why she's playing along this place's games for now, but it doesn't mean she's going to be completely fine with it, judging from how her brows knit together despite her attempts at looking calm and composed as possible in her not-so-little black dress. ]
Please tell me you've played these games before so that I won't feel too out of place. [ a sigh. ]
house of cards [ at least this game is easy enough. seems like a game she and her other sinners would play to pass the time while on transit. ]
Let's see... "What is the most embarrassing thing you have ever done?" Huh, that's rather tame.
[ is it really? it is now, and she's chinhandsing at the person sitting opposite her for their answer. take your time, king or queen or monarch. they'll be here a while. ]
hangover aftercare
[ she doesn't remember getting drunk. she must've, after getting one too many drinks in an effort to knock herself out of this supposed dream and wake up in the bus once more. but no dice -- she finds herself in yet another room, this time tucked in with someone else. maybe a little too tucked in, with how her hair is entangled beneath the other person's slumbering form.
she attempts to get up with a groan, grabbing a bunch of her hair and just... tries to pull them from underneath her partner(?). if she wakes you up, then good. ]
H-Hey, get up. You're ruining my hair...
[ not that she's ever fussed over her hair before, but like. there's a lot of it??? so please let her go. ]
wildcard
[ permissions and kinklist here! lmk if you wanna do something else via DM! ]
[It isn't the Astral Express where he comes to, though for a moment his surroundings suggest otherwise — like an outdated, compressed version of that railway train among the stars, the vehicle interior is nonetheless luxurious. He can tell it's a place meant for a traveler to rest, mid-transit, and enjoy something to drink. Lay down one's weary head. Await the arrival of one's destination.
Except for the most telling detail amiss, he's completely naked under his clothes. Or rather, his robe, which is not in fact a proper outfit at all (who is Sophia?). When he shifts on the soft seat of the bench, the opening of the front threatens to expose his bare legs, letting in a horrific draft of cool air. And given that he did not go to sleep in anything less than a full pair of slacks, how did this happen? Was he assailed in his sleep?
... An ironic thought.
When Sunday tries the doors, he finds them locked. Of course. So, now, he turns to the other person in the vehicle with him — who he has been ignoring this whole time.]
I'd prefer to believe that you are also an... unfortunate victim of this elaborate setup, and that this isn't your doing. [So straight-faced, so awkward.] However, we are both indecently dressed and should leave. It doesn't seem that this vehicle is moving yet. Do you have any suggestions?
𝐈𝐈. 𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐇 𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐒 𝐎𝐀𝐒𝐈𝐒
[Should you come to find yourself in this exclusive lounge, there will be a man seated at a corner booth, now fully dressed in appropriate attire — but he doesn't look like Sunday. He has all the hallmarks of an NPC: forgettable face, lifeless hairstyle, unremarkable eyes. He's not even really that hot. How is he getting laid? Well, perhaps it's his stunning personality.]
Hello.
[... No, he sounds boring, too. Maybe he'll give you a fetch quest.]
The wait staff kindly provided me with cigars, but I don't smoke. Would you take them off my hands?
[Yet while looking at this man, there is a glimmer of something around his figure, an aura of strange color like the rainbow-light of an oil spill. For those who are more perceptive (magically or intuitively), you may be able to discern that the man is disguising his appearance. Or perhaps you just want free cigars?]
𝐈𝐈𝐈. 𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐀𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐄
[How does it feel to spoon with a spindly, virginal man who has never touched another person's body In Sin even once in his life? Also, there are tiny feathers on the pillow. He shed a little in his sleep. Sorry if it's ticklish.
Rudely awake once more, Sunday — climbs gracelessly out of bed, dressed in the wrinkled suit-attire of the night before, horror struck across his face. You would think his sister had been murdered again.]
What is the meaning of this? How did you get in here?
[A glance around will determine that they are in... a bedroom, somewhere. It dawns on him belatedly that he doesn't recognize the location either, but that won't stop his interrogation first.]
𝐈𝐕. 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐃
[Sorry I can't take him seriously...... permissions/kinks in his journal, I will have more info up eventually. Feel free to hit me up via PM or my EMP comment to plot something specific!]
(normally, peaceful slumber was evasive for the knave. she doesn't rest the way others do. an hour at most or three, then her mind would often send her back into reality. what happened is. very odd, even for her, when those unusual pupils first settle on the ceiling of this luxury limo that she wound up in the back of. her clawed and cursed hands rest quietly beside her once arlecchino realizes that someone is pressed against her. or was, until she sat up and looked at you in brief thought. she's nude, is the next detail she picks up on. nude with sickly pale skin revealed and marks along her arms, her legs. the robe she was in covers everything else, but that's fine.
what she needs now is to figure out where this is. which means....reaching over to shake her rather unfortunate sleeping partner awake. yes, she's not about to allow someone to freeload off her body heat if she can help that.) Get up. Before I make you. (oh, would she. she'd drag unruly children out of bed with tricks, anyone older is another story. arlecchino does not do charity for those that are unwilling to pull their weight, and she muses briefly that despite the idea that her sleeping "friend" here may not know anything themselves (that's also fine, setbacks don't change anything) it'd provide some manner of help for her as an extra pair of hands.)
Otherwise, I will drag you out with me.
(don't underestimate her desire to be petty. she's not above it, not even for a second whenever it comes to people wasting her time. what she wants is to figure out what this is. the car that they're in, she hasn't seen anything like this before in tevyat and already starts to consider what else she's missing. her vision and delusion? that seems to be the next two things she frowns at in thought about. damn it. arlecchino was hoping to have those, at most. no matter. she still has that accursed fire in her veins.)
b. champagne bubbling, pop them bottles.
(parties. they never change, there's plenty of refreshments to go around and debauchery that she is in all fairness, used to seeing. the knave has been through plenty of events. some were normal, quiet and peaceful. others? not so much. what she sees now is a hive of sin. drugs, alcohol, and food pushed to make others gorge themselves full on it. arlecchino is dressed up nicely for her forced entry. the guests pay her no heed, and she is much more content to drink her fill on champagne. sweet alcohol which burns down the throat, a clawed finger grasping it gently as she swirls her glass around like it almost offends her about the quality.
it doesn't, but she does have standards above this debauched den she's seeing in front of her. what an interesting place. she's finding it to be amusing, a few of the guests did speak to her from interest. comments on her seemingly being a wildcard as they dubbed it had caught her attention. the knave was getting curious (perhaps not a good thing for some involved) whenever her eyes go in another direction. a predator on the hunt for someone to speak to when they land on you. she's not seemingly minding when she begins to make her way across this floor. some of the guests had taken to dancing, but she's ignoring them.)
Forgive my intrusion, I had found it best that I ought to start mingling from the looks I was receiving.
(staring at her hands was never a good sign, they did seem far too interested in them. mainly for reasons that she found herself unamused by in comments about wanting to feel them in their skin.)
c. parlor tricks & idle fancies.
(the games they presented as a choice to play were interesting, arlecchino did consider trying the lover's hide away at first only to opt against it, for now. she might later in the night. her choice to start with is the roulette wheel. sex toy? that causes the knave to raise a brow. what are those supposed to be? it's not as if these exist in tevyat. then again, she doesn't know some of the names there, either. or pictures to be more specific. a few were probably outlandish before her gaze goes in your direction, might as well figure out who spins first, right? that's the best chance at anything.)
Shall I go first, then?
(they did offer quite the payments for this, so why not? chips seem to be the currency for this casino, not very surprising. she's been in a few of similar natures during her work as a diplomat. they might as well make the most of this themselves.)
d. wildcard.
or hit me with your own! f/f preferred for the more nsfw prompts or anything that can go that way such, feel free to also reach out to me on entropist too for anything that i may have missed that catches your attention! i'm open to most prompts with her genuinely. as a warning i am voice testing/derusting though so please forgive me there for shakiness.
[Wriothesley had long since gotten used to one of the following: waking up in a space that wasn't his own or waking up to someone in his space that definitely wasn't there before.
How fortuitous that Neuvillette has ended up in the man's space after he had grown in rank once again. While his room as a 7 wasn't bad, it was definitely nothing close to the lavishness of his room as a 10. Usually he would have been awoken to someone else in his space, but Neuvillette wasn't just some random stranger. They were someone he trusted, even if he had not seen the man in quite awhile now, so rousing him is a slower process than the usual. He stays curled under the sheets, tufts of hair just barely sticking out and he only moves to sit up with a yawn when Neuvillette speaks.]
Trust me, they have enough toys in this place that giving sloppy seconds would be an insult to their image. [His sleep addled brain has picked up the words, but hasn't quite placed the voice as he rubs his eyes to try and rid himself of the remnants of his slumber.]
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