【 Thank you for choosing the Golden Peacock, 5-Star Resort and Casino. You are currently registered as a WILDCARD in our system.
Due to unprecedented high demand we are temporarily unable to check you in to your reserved room. We apologize for the inconvenience. We have arranged for a temporary room while we work on processing your reservation as quickly as possible. We appreciate your understanding.
As a special wedding gift from us, we have arranged for you and your new spouse to stay in one of our junior penthouses while you wait. Congratulations on your new marriage. We are so pleased you have chosen our resort for your honeymoon.
You will be notified as soon as your official reservation has been processed. Your comfort and happiness are our utmost priority. We hope you enjoy the provided amenities and lose yourself in marital bliss. 】
EVENS
EVENS: NEW CHARACTERS
Music plays. Instrumental, the tune gentle enough not to disturb peaceful rest. The sudden insistent beep of the Watch is a cutting cacophony across an otherwise sweet lullaby. Upon opening their eyes, new arrivals will quickly discover that something is wrong. The quilt snug across their body is weighty. Crystals glint in a weave of embroidery and cotton shimmers with threads of silver. Dozens of decorative pillows surround the bed. The gauzy curtains of the canopied bed are drawn, obscuring the rest of the room.
Extravagant for a kidnapping. Too extravagent. What’s more, these new guests will find something even stranger than this new diamond-studded suite tucked into bed beside them. Someone else. Who are they, what are they wearing? What happened last night?!
Guests are encouraged to explore the resort from here! There are paper maps available for those who would like and staff are happy to recommend locations if they have any preferences. Enjoy your honeymoon, you lovebirds!
ODDS
ODDS: SPECIAL RE-ARRIVAL
Never trust a hallway in the Golden peacock.
Cross the wrong threshold and time begins to slow. A short hallway becomes long, sheds its doors, only leading to turns without end. Guests too eager to explore the resort have gotten lost before. For how long always varies, dependent upon capriciousness of the resort. Hours? Yes. Years? Yes. Every guest caught in the winding hallways has reported the same thing: time is different there and too difficult to discern.
Some wayward guests have been caught in the endless hallways since the FIRST TDM. Weeks pass before a single doorway appears in the distance. It creaks upon opening before everything goes topsy-turvy. These guests have been let out of a trap door in the depths of Crane's Respite.
All water corridors will eventually lead back to the populated areas of Crane's Respite. The waters are warm, the scent of bath salts returns, and staff are wild with joy at finally finding all of you. They have been beside themselves searching ever since you vanished!
NOTES
PROMPT NOTES
▶ Because we love all of the new characters premiering on this TDM, we kindly request that our Evens prompt be top level exclusive for new characters. Current characters are encouraged to tag in to these prompts with the caveat that they’ve been picked up from their assigned suite (or wherever else they were before) and dumped into the new arrival’s bed. We would like for new characters to have this prompt unique to their top level comments!
▶ Players are welcome to have their current character riff off of these prompts in the log community with the exclusion of the new arrival element. This request is just for TDM top levels.
▶ Current characters and new characters are both welcome to freely mess around with the Odds prompt with the exclusion of the arrival element. For new characters, players may participate with the idea that their character is exploring Crane’s Respite after their unique arrival in the Evens prompt. The Odds arrival element may also be utilized by current player characters who may have been on an unofficial hiatus in January and did not tag as much as they would have liked, to explain any long IC absence.
▶ Octopi may be killed. If a character decides to eat one of the octopi they may find themselves taking on some of its traits. Which traits are up to player discretion.
ELEVATORS
ELEVATORS
The house has recently ordered a full changeout of art in all high traffic areas. The elevators in particular have received special attention with many different famous artworks and portraits studded to the walls for guests to admire. These artworks are treasures of the modern world that one would typically see behind glass at a museum. Guests may even find works from their own world hanging in the elevators. Even famous works that maybe have been lost to time. So this is where they ended up. Is that Vermeer's The Concert?
Guests may find their elevator suddenly stopping without warning. The portraits on the wall stir, curiously studying them, but there are three main portraits calling the shots. The portrait that controls that particular elevator will make their demands known with the threat that, if they are not obeyed, you will be trapped forever.
Elevators will function after the portrait's demands are met. Guests that hold out and refuse may find themselves trapped upwards of twelve hours. Guests with the ability to do so may crawl out of the top emergency door, free to go wherever they want from there.
GREAT TIT!
GREAT TIT!
Great Tit! is the Golden Peacock’s popular dessert bar and cafe. With its bright pops of color and whimsical treats, guests simply can’t resist stopping in for a butt shaped cookie and hazelnut coffee. After catching wind that the resort has decided to celebrate a dessert shop's most lucrative holiday, Great Tit! is ready to impress the masses. Advertisements for limited edition drinks and desserts rain the main lobby; one can’t go three steps without slipping on a neon pink coupon for 10 percent off nipple buns. Guests that decide to pass by the cafe will find themselves assaulted with confetti cannons and eager employees ushering them inside.
Guests will find a temporary communal shower room upon exiting Great Tit! where they can wash off after a fun day of rolling around in sugar. All guests will be gifted a tee branded with a, CHOCOLATE IS MY LOVER logo.
NOTES
PROMPT NOTES
▶ This portraits prompt has been triggered by several characters expressing interest in and investigating the lore of the resort paintings. This is just dipping a beginning toe in, but congrats to all for poking around!
▶ Portraits in the elevator should not be destroyed, purely for continuity’s sake. If a character would go far enough to attack one of the portraits, the portrait will slap them back with ghostly power.
▶ Characters may also figure other ways out of the elevator if they have specific abilities to do so. While the portraits can control the elevators, they cannot control your character(s). Any destruction to the elevator itself is liable to result in a rush of security dragging the culprit(s) away to the Iron Net.
▶ Great Tit! is running a massive sale! Even characters who are on the broke end of the spectrum will be able to afford to join in on the fun and indulge in sugar at these prices.
▶ Players are encouraged to make up any other elements for the Hall of Chocolate. If it’s a dessert and edible, it’s there. Enjoy your sugar coma!
▶ While the chocolate boxes are ICly limited due to Alessandro’s skills as a chocolatier, this is only an IC mechanic. There is no OOC limitation on this prompt as far as chocolate rarity goes.
THE NEST
ALICE AND THE PARROTS
Fashion boutiques are a dime a dozen in the Nest. The shopping hub is massive, lined with stores all trying to aggressively appeal to guests. A challenge in itself — but the guests of the Golden Peacock are no ordinary people. Used to being pampered and fed excitement, if these boutiques don’t bust their bottoms to appeal to the fickle nature of their patrons, they won’t be in business for much longer! One particular boutique, Alice and the Parrots, is riding winds of romantic thrill and churning out a couple of brand new fashion lines sure to draw in loads of chips.
Guests are welcome to try on clothes in Alice and the Parrots' dressing rooms. These dressing rooms are small and can only accommodate two people sharing at a time. Such is the life of a small boutique store. Sharing is no big deal, right? And there’s no way you can buy clothing this expensive without giving it a test first.
NOTES
PROMPT NOTES
▶ Players are encouraged to make up whatever cute outfits they would like for this prompt.
▶ Wedding clothes do not have to be cute and frilly; this section accommodates tastes of everyone.
▶ Alice and the Parrots is more expensive than Love Dove. Their clothing quality is excellent but their price tags are high. Staff may watch low ranks extra diligently to cut off any stealing. Thieves will be chased by NPC security! Anyone caught gets a day in the Iron Net.
CASINO CHAPEL
CASINO FLOOR
A Pop up Chapel has appeared in the Phoenix Casino. Guests are delighting in playing out weddings and pretending to get married — and a few guests are even tying the knot for real. They aren't worried about the sanctity of marriage; they can divorce tomorrow if they get bored of each other. And everyone knows that getting married doesn't mean you can't fuck whoever you want!
Since the resort isn't keeping track of how many marriages a guest has, all guests are encouraged to marry as many people as they would like. The more the merrier!
Wild wedding events will continue all throughout the month of February, until the guests find it's gotten stale. A divorce rush will round out the fun at the end of the month.
NOTES
PROMPT NOTES
▶ Weddings are not legally binding. Birdvis is not registered as a real officiant, but he does have an excellent beak and pompadour.
▶ Prizes from easy mode slot machines are automatic and do not require mod thumbs up to claim.
▶ Chip prize from difficult mode slot machines is automatic. The special prize is 5 reward points to add to your bank on rewards. Players who wish to claim the special prize should link the finished thread (the kink in question has been completed) under their rewards header with the header, Wedding Slot Machine. If you do any combination of 6/6 (finger hand lol) we ask you somehow make this sexy or involve a climax in order to claim the points.
BLANKET CW: Aphrodisiac; Compulsion; Costumes; Dubcon; Entrapment; Foodplay; Gambling; Lingerie; Matrimony; Tentacles; NSFW Images and Language; NTR; Nudity; Roleplay; Sacrilegious Themes
▶ All new characters on the TDM are WILDCARDS, which means they have not yet been assigned a card value. The house is still observing and deciding. As rank and suits are assigned upon acceptance your new character's suit will not manifest until they are accepted into the game.
▶ All TDMs are game canon. This TDM acts as the game's February event.
▶ Current characters may top level on the TDM. Please make sure to review the arrival prompt notes! 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 priority and receive attention!
▶ If you aren't satisfied with the prompts on this TDM 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 anyway!
▶ 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.
▶ Thank you for spending Valentine's Day with us! You're our sweetheart this year. 💕
[ By now, Weiss believes that she's figured out the peak times of Birdbucks. Sure, there are other places she can buy coffee in this resort, but she's come to like the combination of a nice warm white chocolate mocha and a croissant sandwich that they offer. It might be on the expensive side, but Weiss is unfortunately a slave to capitalism.
It's surprising that there is a line by the time she gets there, though. And it's a lot longer than what she's used to, with the line even reaching as far as one of the lounge areas for guests to chill in or wait for people they're meeting up with. She asks the person at the end of the line if they've been waiting long, and they say they only just got there. Okay— maybe she'll wait a while to see how quickly the line moves, then!
Five minutes pass, and they haven't moved. It starts to feel like a prank is being pulled on her, and she starts looking around. Is someone watching her? She doesn't think so... so she starts looking at the side of the line, left and right, see what the commotion is all about inside and why it's taking so long!! Trying that angle merits nothing, so she gets on the tips of her toes, which... honestly feels like an effort she should not have done to begin with. ]
There's something going on here, and I don't like it...
[ Arms crossed, tapping her foot, she's showing signs of impatience and no one to take it out on. That's pretty much the saddest part, and— okay, maybe just one more peek— ]
Edited 2024-02-11 10:59 (UTC)
stiiill hearing the vine boom almost 24 hours later
[ It's been at least a few days since Ragna was so rudely woken up by that damn watch. And that was a few days spent trying to learn about not only what was happening in this debauched resort, but what really made it tick. It's familiar yet unfamiliar territory at the same time. And sometimes, if you wanted to get to the root of a problem, instead of going to the highest of highs, it was about following that root to the lowest of lows. Ragna's solo exploration hunt, unfortunately, did not net him many results. Some quizzical cocked eyebrows from staff and cleaners when they spotted such a high ranked guest (temporarily speaking) snooping around the lowest suites.
Mr. Grim Reaper's frustrations are capped off by whispers from no direction in particular, and his skin crawling as he feels a familiar sense of dread sink in his chest. Yeah, if this shit is haunted? He's gonna come back with a little more mental prep time armed. So he gives up, for now. He'd best just retire to his suite; who knows if his "darling" was still present...
Ragna was so used to walking— just keep on walking but as he returns up and back to the local Birdbucks, he can't help slowing down and watching the congestion get...worse? How the hell did it get worse since he last passed it?! ]
How good can a cup of coffee get?
[ And at the back of the line, he spots a guest who, admittedly, stands out from the majority of the line. ...only because she has to tippy-toe to get some of that attention. The taller white-haired man stops just behind her on his way by. ]
You know that line hasn't gotten any smaller in like, [ how long was he down there? ] twenty minutes, right?
[ That's all the attention the tall man is getting for now, because after glancing his way, Weiss tries to do the same thing she's been doing for a while now. On the tips of her toes, checking the sides of the line, folding her arms and tapping her foot in impatience... ]
This is insane! They should not be making one cup of coffee for that long! Is this place sabotaging me again?!
[ And other grumbles.
So yes, obviously? She did not know that the line hasn't gotten any smaller. This is really troubling her that she can't have her usual, even if the other options are better and cheaper... ]
[ Aaand she's back to having a mini little meltdown getting stuck in line like this. Like he's not even there anymore. But that's fine by him. Sucks to be her, but good luck with that. He'll just go back to his room now and...
And... ]
.....
[ Ragna stops and glances back Weiss' way, watching her continue to check from side to side, tapping her foot after tippytoeing, and he just. Finds himself staring. More because of the fact that he just got back from the bottom of the barrel in rooms. There's a divide, a system in place that encourages its guests to indulge and climb if they want a better way of life for themselves. And at least for now...said 'better way of life' has fallen into his lap for just waking up here.
His early investigating has given him nothing. It's the excuse he gives himself, even if the real reason he sighs and calls out is different: ]
Hey.
I just got here, but...I landed a pretty nice suite. And the room service is supposed to be pretty good.
[ By comparison to how everyone else gets treated. Go on, Ragna! Invite a girl up to your suite. The spouse probably isn't home. :) ]
[ She was just going to up and leave after all her whining, but he calls her attention with that "hey".
Then he explains, or something. Weiss doesn't know what "just got here" means exactly— does that mean more people "checked in"? And why is it that no one else arrived in the past month but them? Like new people come in batches.
She should be giving him the benefit of the doubt and not think that he's coming onto her, but given the nature of the place, it's pretty difficult not to. Though, if he has a nice suite as he describes, then he must have a high rank. The room service for the VIPs is supposed to be the standard for hotels, and she doesn't doubt that ordering coffee via room service would mean it's 1) served right away, 2) delicious.
She shrugs her shoulders. ]
Sure. [ Just like that, Weiss? You just met him. ] No funny business, though. I can't tell if that was a come on or something.
[ Ragna has such a way with words. But. "Checked in", yes. And he's been spending the past few days coping scoping for a way to "check out". If his tenure here is long, he'll see the pattern form too. When she shrugs her shoulders and accepts, there's a small part of him that feels some relief. Hope? His gut was telling him that it's already a longshot that some chick who was fussing over the eternal lineup would have all the answers but...
If she was scouting the man for an ulterior motive? He lays out a lack of one. Bluntly. ]
Relax. [ He's not even blushing. He almost sounds annoyed that he got pseudo accused. But that tone is just. More his usual mode. ] Nice as you look, I'm not into the whole "schmoozing your pants off with free shit" thing.
[ So he offered to be nice? Or pity. Tao did always call him "good guy" and literally nothing else. Ragna steps back to give Weiss some space before he turns so he can lead the way. They can walk and talk. Or walk; he doesn't care. Though now that he's on the move again, he's actually starting to feel a little better. Mainly because he wants to slip out of this damn tux and into something more comfortable. ]
[ Good to know he's got some sense in him! Weiss didn't say that for a violent reaction, but more to state her expectations and manage his. While he sounds a little annoyed by her indirect accusation, she does not seem bothered at all by his response. ]
Lead the way, then.
[ He may have a longer stride, but she does catch up to him fairly quickly. While she told him to lead, she'll follow by his side instead of behind him. She isn't in the mood for chatter just yet, but that'll change once she has some coffee in her. It doesn't mean she's forgotten her manners, at least, so... ]
[ Ragna was used to wandering alone, keeping most of everyone at arm's length. And for anyone that did try and follow him, he was usually at the front. So colour him surprised when Weiss is not only caught up, but actually following at his side instead. Longer stride or no, on reflex he finds himself slowing down. Just a hair while not turning this into a snail's pace. ]
Oh, [ Weiss. Right. That whole "manners" thing. If Master attempted to teach him any, it was mostly in one ear and out the other but now that she's started it. ] Name's Ragna.
[ He's got enough common sense to know that taking her up the stairs wasn't good. Why delay his offer when they can just hit up an elevator? And as they arrive at the series of doors? It's...also very congested. Which means they'll be waiting for elevators to stop on their level for a while now, crowds piling in and testing that weight limit stubbornly. Furrowing his brow and looking unimpressed he shakes his head. Now he's not in the mood to wait. At least the edge of annoyance in his voice is gone, calm as he already knows there's another way around.
A way that's exclusive to only the high rollers. ]
Come on. This way.
[ Besides, when he first took the public elevator down alone, those paintings on the walls were...really weird. But he shrugs it off well enough as he leads her down a hallway close by. ]
They got these VIP elevators.
[ And if that watch of his was still registering him as a "newlywed"? Than he'll have the privilege of accessing it! It'll take them straight up. ]
[ Weiss repeats the name in her head to remember it and doesn't really say anything beyond that for a good while. They go into the elevators and she stands by his side, a hand on her hip. That is, until other people pour in and there's less space to extend any limbs.
The elevator stops and he heads out, so of course she follows. This wouldn't be her first time riding the VIP elevators, but his comment does make her think that he might not have had anyone up in his room yet. ]
If your rank isn't a number, then you can only access your room through the VIP elevators, yes.
[ He doesn't have to tell her! But she'll clarify for him, in case he wasn't aware. There isn't anything condescending about her tone, either. It's a statement, pure and simple. ]
You said you just got here, didn't you? What's your rank?
[ Luckily for Weiss? Ragna was of a similar mind. ...until he met someone who annoyed him or pissed him off. That's how people get called Buttfloss for calling hot pants a military uniform. So right now? Weiss is sticking in his head, too. Leading a girl he knew nothing about up to his bedroom though...he can be thick, but part of him can't help but feel a little...bad? Shit, what the hell was there to feel bad about? He's still not fully convinced he's staying long, if he has anything to say about it. It almost makes him want to double down on his real intentions.
So. If it's just going to be Ragna and someone else in private — a break from the brusque and cold nature he'd put up for himself for so many years..
To hell with it. It ain't his place, and there's obnoxious honeymoon balloons, favours, chocolates and gifts abound in his illustrious Jack Suite, but if she turns out to be cool? He'll be cool too. He can be a host. So he doesn't take her clarifications personally! If anything, she's helping put things into perspective for him. ]
"Rank"... That's right. They really take class separation shit seriously around here.
[ As for his rank? According to his watch, which he glances back down to now with a frown, ]
I'm a wildcard. Or according to this stupid thing, a newlywed. Apparently they're still processing my reservation?
[ He didn't reserve shit! Though...given the reactions of many of the people he's met around here, he has a feeling next to nobody did. ]
[ A wildcard, she means. Back then, when she'd first awoken in this place, no one had ranks, but they were all treated quite nicely. When check-ins were fully in place and people got their ranks, that was when things turned different.
Now, she doesn't know if some people could actually wake up with a rank already. It might be worth asking around at some point. ]
If you're lucky, you don't get a room at all and you'd probably be back in your own world or something.
[ Though, who knows if that is what actually happens when people don't come back. If this resort kidnapped people, why would they return them? ]
[ So it’s like taking a dealer’s stack and letting the cards fall where they may… You don’t know what you’ll get until you flip it over and pick it up. But if you’re chosen… Now that Ragna’s taken some time to get the anger and frustration out of his system, the reality was beginning to set in that he…really could be stuck here for a while. That his mission to defeat Terumi and the Imperator could be on an indefinite hiatus. ]
If I’m lucky. [ Considering the groundwork that Weiss has already laid out for him, the hustle and bustle of the ‘common’ guests fading into the background as they approach one of the VIP elevators, his voice wanders, a pensive thought as he looks down at the girl beside him. ] Guessing that makes you…
[ One of the “unlucky” ones. He realizes he might be bringing down the mood, so he lets out a short yet gruff sigh before threading his fingers through the back of his hair. No apologies. ]
Anyway, what about you? [ He taps his watch up against the door, recognizing him as a temporary wildcard, but more importantly? A newlywed! The elevator will only take a short moment to ’Ding!’ and open up. ] What’s your rank?
[ She's a little surprised he doesn't continue, so you know what? She'll finish his sentence for him. ]
Unlucky. You can say it.
[ At this point, there's nothing to be in denial about. She wishes that weren't the case, but after everything that's happened in the Ever After, it just feels like the world is poking fun at her whenever possible. Just because she's accepted she's unlucky doesn't mean she won't complain about it, though. ]
I'm a five. Not that low, but still low that staff at restaurants won't prioritise my orders.
[ She'll save the "for now" comments. It's not like getting up in the ranks is worth bragging about given the nature of this place. ]
[ His voice hums deeply with a mild rumble at her answer. ]
Fine. Unlucky.
[ Her words! Not his. Call it a rare instance of him thinking before he speaks. At least, instead of just bluntly calling her out on it. So far she seems like one of the more levelheaded people he's met in this place. At least, she answered his questions so far. Being straightforward with him and not throwing confusing rhetoric and insults did wonders for the mood.
She mentions how she's a five. Any earlier day here and the meaning behind that notion would have flown straight over his head; at the very least, he would have asked what that meant. But instead? As the VIP elevator doors slide open, spacious enough for those more...ambitious in the amount of company they were bringing up to the higher suites, Ragna steps in the elevator with a deepened frown settling on his expression. It's not Weiss' fault; he just remembers very clearly during his earlier sleuthing in the lower rank rooms and hallways.
How otherwise unsuspecting people got treated like complete and total trash. Complaints of orders being wrong. How one housekeeper practically barged into somebody's room without respecting their privacy, taking their covers and cramming them into the hamper on their cart. When would they get new sheets? Please wait. They'll be back shortly; thank you.
He doubted they even got that back without having to remind the staff. Weiss mentions restaurants not prioritizing her orders but, ]
Seems like the common trend, lower numbers getting treated like crap...
[ All the more reason to play. But as they climb higher and higher to the exclusive floors of the elusive Jack & Ace Suites, Ragna's glancing down to Weiss beside him, not for a quick five for his hand if he gets "unlucky". But for a chance to actually enjoy some peace and quiet with no catch; for a sex hotel that thrived on making sure nobody felt lonely, Ragna spent a good chunk of his time feeling exactly that. Not that he'll ever admit it, but he kind of missed having Tao around to pester him.
So if he can treat company better than these dumbasses at the Golden Peacock ever could? That's a little win in Ragna's books. And sticking it to these assholes. ]
I dunno about you, but I'm getting hungry. [ Half a beat. ] And thirsty.
[ Sure she can get her coffee but- ]
And whatever else I can take advantage of room service for.
[ 'DING!' The doors open and his frown breaks, with a smirk. ]
[ Ragna steps in first, putting the frown on his face on display. It's why Weiss has a brow arched as she steps into the elevator. Any comments she may have are kept to herself, such as questioning him and asking "What's with you now?"
She is really behaving herself for the sake of getting good coffee. And A+ tier snacks from the hotel kitchen.
His comment about those who aren't as privileged is something that hits close to home, though. Whether or not there is a deeper meaning to it, Weiss puts one to it when she responds. The elevator moves, taking them to a higher level, separating them further from those of lower ranks. ]
It is, unfortunately, how those in power stay in power. I don't think there are players here who actually think ill of those in the lower ranks, though. It's just the staff.
[ And hopefully? It stays that way.
In any case, it shouldn't be long until they reach his floor. The doors open, and this time, she's the one who steps out first. She's sure he'll catch up with her easily, anyway. ]
I was thinking of having a hot coffee earlier, but I kind of want it iced now. [ If he's eating, she may as well grab a bite, too. While she doesn't have an appetite just yet, a snack wouldn't hurt! Though that does... get her to think— ]
Hang on, [ She pauses, looking up at him. ] We have to pay for room service, don't we? Don't tell me. . .
[ Didn't he say he just arrived? Did he get it on already... Boy sure works fast???????? ]
[ Luckily for Weiss? There is something deeper beneath it all. But explaining everything about the NOL and their vicegrip on the world at large was a story for another time. Rather, it isn't a vital point to make when he's just more interested in taking a chance to unwind. ]
If it were my call to make, I'd be bringing them all down a peg or two. [ Though, what Weiss says about players here not treating the lower ranks poorly rings true too. He may be a wildcard, but, who knows where he'll wind up in this deck? He could be right back up here again, a free fancy room of solace for anyone that wanted it. ...if they were cool and not weird or annoying. Ragna's preemptively setting what-if stipulations in his head. As for the staff? ] Still assholes.
[ Ragna takes a moment to watch her lead ahead, loosing a more relaxed sigh now that they were away from the hustle and bustle of the casino scene lower down. Indeed, it doesn't take long for the white-haired man to find his stride with her. ]
Yeah? Little iced latte? Cold brew? Wouldn't be surprised if they could whip it up whatever way you wanted around here.
[ "Hang on," ] What's up? [ "We have to pay for room service, don't we? Don't tell me. . ." ]
Don't...tell me what? [ Dot. Dot. Dot. Forgiveness, Weiss. This one's a little slow to start when it comes to— ]
O-Oh... [ There it is! And the first sign of fluster on his face. ] Nope. Haven't got one chip on me.
[ Which means he most certainly doesn't work fast. By choice. For now. ]
Then don't be surprised if I order a cold brew latte with whipped cream, cotton candy, sprinkles, and rice krispies. Because they will make that. Especially if you're the one ordering.
[ She won't, though. She likes her coffee and she likes it with a hint of sweetness, but she isn't childish enough to order anything like that. Maybe to prove a point? But it doesn't seem like there's a need for it.
But- if he doesn't have a single chip on him, how does he expect to pay? Think fast, Ragna, because you've got a tiny girl about to call you out if you don't say the right thing. ]
Okay, lesson number one in this place? You need chips to be able to buy anything. You get chips if you have fun with someone, or if you win stuff at the casino.
[ He doesn't sound like he's bothered by her deciding to order whatever she'd like and making it as outlandish as possible. Under normal circumstances, he'd be worried about wracking up quite the bill, especially against his expectations. Ragna may be a wanted criminal, but he likes to think that he's a criminal of circumstance. If he's got the funds? He'll pay for something. He doesn't need extra reasons for people to come after him over something as petty as dining and dashing; and even that, he couldn't avoid thanks to Tao.
Weiss is preparing to call him out on that very same notion! Seeing how spacious and grandiose these suites are (without even being the highest echelon of royalty!), his was around the corner and towards the end of the hallway. But before they get there, she's telling him things that he already knows. Before he can huffily tell her something along the lines of, "Yeah, I know that. Obviously." she's asking him if he was expecting her to foot the bill. And thankfully for this tiny girl? Ragna is thinking fast. Rather, it's like he's thought of it for a while already and it comes preloaded. ]
Why would I invite you up to my room just to flip you the bill? I'll put it on my tab.
[ Is there even such a thing as a "tab" in this place? The real meat and potatoes of his reason, however, is: ]
Besides, we all literally got kidnapped. Even if we're all here just to gamble and screw, I'm still not in the mood to "play nice".
[ They're approaching the suite now. He doesn't know the first thing about this girl besides the fact she's in the same boat he is. As were many others here, whether they liked this "vacay" or not. Using his watch, the fancy key reader screen identifies the temporary newlywed with a little ✓, and a short text on the screen that reads:
"Welcome back, Ragna the Bloodedge."
'Click!' The door's unlocked. His humble abode awaits. ]
Come on. It's all on me.
[ As in, if anyone wants to make this a problem for anyone else (Weiss) other than himself, they'll deal with him. ]
[ Is that... his title? Hopefully it is not self-proclaimed one, because bro...
That does not sound cool at all.
But from the looks of it, he doesn't care about those kinds of things. Maybe it was a choice he made when he was 10 years old and it just stuck even if he's grown tired of it. Surely no one would willingly want to be called that at this age, right? Right?
By now, she'll just let him take the lead. If she says anything more, any more of her smartass comments, and he might take the offer back. It is his suite, after all. If he decides to put this on his tab, then she won't pay for hers, nor push the idea of it. That's awfully kind of him, especially since they just met, and she isn't exactly being nice. Not fawning over him and showering him with praise and compliments.
Since he is offering to put it all on his tab though, then she'll pick up the phone that's connected directly to room service, all so she can hand it to him. She's dialed the number before passing the phone, so he'll immediately be met with a very sweet sounding Hello! How can I help you today?
And an even sweeter sounding Weiss Schnee as she places her order for him to repeat. For the first time, he'd see her smiling, an expectant smile on her face. ]
An iced coffee with cream froth and sea salt, and a butter and sugar crepe. Please and thank you.
[ Chop chop. (He asked for this, pretty much...) ]
[ Ugh... He was hoping that she wouldn't read that. But he supposes it can't be helped. He doesn't sound embarrassed by the title like he was some geek that got stuck with some "edgy" name. If anything, his tone reflects upon a surprisingly more pensive expression. ]
It's a long story.
[ And that's all he has to currently say on the matter. Right now, it seems like that title doesn't hold any real meaning here. At least, he has yet to encounter anyone who actually recognizes the name. That's fine by him. It means less trouble and eyes on him. ...even if this world was wont to have eyes on their guests for entirely different reasons. Luckily for Wiseass Schnee, just setting foot in his own private space was already lifting his mood. Despite the fancy aluminum-coated, heart-shaped balloons, unopened boxes of high-quality chocolates, biscuits and other various sweets that he couldn't be trusted to eat, and various newlywed favours sitting on a table in between the luxurious sofas, it's the peace and quiet he likes most of all.
...that and eyeing the spotless kitchen. Of which he has no ingredients to cook with yet.
At least he doesn't feel nervous having someone up in his room. She wasn't being nice to him, but he wasn't fishing for niceties either. If she was rude, or abrasive or outright rejected his offer? She would have been met with a simple "suit yourself". But if he kept exploring this haunted ass sex casino on his own, he feels like he might have gone crazy... Call it a flash in the pan, Ragna of all people deciding to take a chance when he saw someone being inconvenienced for just having an arbitrary number to her, but.
The company is...a welcome change. Even if he wouldn't say that out loud. But: ]
Look- [ Ah! She's already picking up the phone directly linked to room service. Hold that thought, Ragna. He blinks, surprised that the phone is already ringing and he's getting it handed right to him. Straight out the gate?! ...not that he, really had any idea of where to go from here except maybe sit down and relax for a second but. When he's met with very sweet sounding room service asking what their illustrious newlywed would like, he feels like he's being put on the spot. ] Uhhh, hi...?
[ This is about the time that Ragna's met with said even sweeter Weiss. Huh. That's the first time he thinks he's seen her smile since he passed her by. Even if it was for the promise of some pristine goodies, no strings attached. The atmosphere changed at the drop of a hat, and...he couldn't help but fix her with a smaller, little amused smile of his own, breathing out of reach of the phone with a sigh, ]
You work fast.
[ Alright! Let's do this thing. She did say her please and thank yous. Despite the fact he'd just called these people assholes, he sounds cordial to the person on the other end. ]
Yeah, an iced coffee, with cream froth and sea salt. [ "Will that be all?" ] Nope. And a butter and sugar crepe.
[ "Of course! Anything else we can get for you?" ]
Peking duck, sweet and sour pork, beef chow mein, some fried rice... [ Hmm. What else can he extort these jackasses for. Oh! ] How about Ma Po Tofu? You got any of that?
[ "Certainly. How spicy would you like your Ma Po Tofu?" ]
A little heat. [ Oh no. ]
[ "Very good. Can I get you anything else for your pleasure tonight?" In which Ragna places his hand over the phone and looks back down at Weiss. ]
[ So, he's probably really, really hungry, because he doesn't have money and he's ordering this much. Surely he isn't ordering so much food just to make the kitchen work?
He asks if Weiss is fine with her orders, and she is, but... ]
Can you even eat all that? [ Some of her friends have big appetites, but even that much doesn't sound like something they can finish on their own. ] I'm fine, though, thank you.
[ And right before he can even tell the other person on the line that they're good? ]
Oh! And some earl grey and dark chocolate cream puffs, too.
[ May as well, right?? :'D Sorry not sorry, Ragna. ]
[ Ragna can eat! And he will likely enjoy a good portion of everything if he finds it good. But he's not an outright glutton like some other people he knew. This is...more the fact that he doesn't really give a crap about their kidnappers, kitchen workers or no. ...is this another form of being passive-aggressive? ]
I can make a good dent.
[ She catches him just in time before he can call the rest of the order good, his breath stuttering silently when she requests earl grey and dark chocolate cream puffs. And the smirk he gave her earlier actually settles into a more rare smile. Alright then. ]
AND some earl grey and dark chocolate cream puffs. ...is that right? [ "That's correct, it's a very popular flavor!" ] That's all then.
[ The room service attendee on the other end, while not suspicious? Is more curious about the size of this order. It's not their place to ask personal questions, but it is their job to placate making sure that everyone is comfortable. As comfortable as they want to be. So. :)
"Very good. We shall place the total on your account. Your order will be up shortly."
With that? Ragna will just hang up. They know the room in which they ordered from. ]
There. Not a bad first call. [ But now that they're up here? He can finally start with what he'd been meaning to before he even invited Weiss. ] I'm gonna go switch out of this getup.
[ He's still decked out in a perfectly tailored white tuxedo. "Just Married" and all that. Where's his spouse now? Oh they're separated. Oh nooo how tragic. ]
You knock yourself out and make yourself comfortable.
[ He trusts her not to destroy all the furniture at least. askjlfd ]
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i'll show you the power of the azure! there is no darkness. . . just deez nuts
It's surprising that there is a line by the time she gets there, though. And it's a lot longer than what she's used to, with the line even reaching as far as one of the lounge areas for guests to chill in or wait for people they're meeting up with. She asks the person at the end of the line if they've been waiting long, and they say they only just got there. Okay— maybe she'll wait a while to see how quickly the line moves, then!
Five minutes pass, and they haven't moved. It starts to feel like a prank is being pulled on her, and she starts looking around. Is someone watching her? She doesn't think so... so she starts looking at the side of the line, left and right, see what the commotion is all about inside and why it's taking so long!! Trying that angle merits nothing, so she gets on the tips of her toes, which... honestly feels like an effort she should not have done to begin with. ]
There's something going on here, and I don't like it...
[ Arms crossed, tapping her foot, she's showing signs of impatience and no one to take it out on. That's pretty much the saddest part, and— okay, maybe just one more peek— ]
stiiill hearing the vine boom almost 24 hours later
Mr. Grim Reaper's frustrations are capped off by whispers from no direction in particular, and his skin crawling as he feels a familiar sense of dread sink in his chest. Yeah, if this shit is haunted? He's gonna come back with a little more mental prep time armed. So he gives up, for now. He'd best just retire to his suite; who knows if his "darling" was still present...
Ragna was so used to walking— just keep on walking but as he returns up and back to the local Birdbucks, he can't help slowing down and watching the congestion get...worse? How the hell did it get worse since he last passed it?! ]
How good can a cup of coffee get?
[ And at the back of the line, he spots a guest who, admittedly, stands out from the majority of the line. ...only because she has to tippy-toe to get some of that attention. The taller white-haired man stops just behind her on his way by. ]
You know that line hasn't gotten any smaller in like, [ how long was he down there? ] twenty minutes, right?
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[ That's all the attention the tall man is getting for now, because after glancing his way, Weiss tries to do the same thing she's been doing for a while now. On the tips of her toes, checking the sides of the line, folding her arms and tapping her foot in impatience... ]
This is insane! They should not be making one cup of coffee for that long! Is this place sabotaging me again?!
[ And other grumbles.
So yes, obviously? She did not know that the line hasn't gotten any smaller. This is really troubling her that she can't have her usual, even if the other options are better and cheaper... ]
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[ Aaand she's back to having a mini little meltdown getting stuck in line like this. Like he's not even there anymore. But that's fine by him. Sucks to be her, but good luck with that. He'll just go back to his room now and...
And... ]
.....
[ Ragna stops and glances back Weiss' way, watching her continue to check from side to side, tapping her foot after tippytoeing, and he just. Finds himself staring. More because of the fact that he just got back from the bottom of the barrel in rooms. There's a divide, a system in place that encourages its guests to indulge and climb if they want a better way of life for themselves. And at least for now...said 'better way of life' has fallen into his lap for just waking up here.
His early investigating has given him nothing. It's the excuse he gives himself, even if the real reason he sighs and calls out is different: ]
Hey.
I just got here, but...I landed a pretty nice suite. And the room service is supposed to be pretty good.
[ By comparison to how everyone else gets treated. Go on, Ragna! Invite a girl up to your suite. The spouse probably isn't home. :) ]
You wanna ditch the line and come up?
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Then he explains, or something. Weiss doesn't know what "just got here" means exactly— does that mean more people "checked in"? And why is it that no one else arrived in the past month but them? Like new people come in batches.
She should be giving him the benefit of the doubt and not think that he's coming onto her, but given the nature of the place, it's pretty difficult not to. Though, if he has a nice suite as he describes, then he must have a high rank. The room service for the VIPs is supposed to be the standard for hotels, and she doesn't doubt that ordering coffee via room service would mean it's 1) served right away, 2) delicious.
She shrugs her shoulders. ]
Sure. [ Just like that, Weiss? You just met him. ] No funny business, though. I can't tell if that was a come on or something.
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copingscoping for a way to "check out". If his tenure here is long, he'll see the pattern form too. When she shrugs her shoulders and accepts, there's a small part of him that feels some relief. Hope? His gut was telling him that it's already a longshot that some chick who was fussing over the eternal lineup would have all the answers but...If she was scouting the man for an ulterior motive? He lays out a lack of one. Bluntly. ]
Relax. [ He's not even blushing. He almost sounds annoyed that he got pseudo accused. But that tone is just. More his usual mode. ] Nice as you look, I'm not into the whole "schmoozing your pants off with free shit" thing.
[ So he offered to be nice?
Or pity.Tao did always call him "good guy" and literally nothing else. Ragna steps back to give Weiss some space before he turns so he can lead the way. They can walk and talk. Or walk; he doesn't care. Though now that he's on the move again, he's actually starting to feel a little better. Mainly because he wants to slip out of this damn tux and into something more comfortable. ]no subject
Lead the way, then.
[ He may have a longer stride, but she does catch up to him fairly quickly. While she told him to lead, she'll follow by his side instead of behind him. She isn't in the mood for chatter just yet, but that'll change once she has some coffee in her. It doesn't mean she's forgotten her manners, at least, so... ]
My name is Weiss, by the way.
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Oh, [ Weiss. Right. That whole "manners" thing. If Master attempted to teach him any, it was mostly in one ear and out the other but now that she's started it. ] Name's Ragna.
[ He's got enough common sense to know that taking her up the stairs wasn't good. Why delay his offer when they can just hit up an elevator? And as they arrive at the series of doors? It's...also very congested. Which means they'll be waiting for elevators to stop on their level for a while now, crowds piling in and testing that weight limit stubbornly. Furrowing his brow and looking unimpressed he shakes his head. Now he's not in the mood to wait. At least the edge of annoyance in his voice is gone, calm as he already knows there's another way around.
A way that's exclusive to only the high rollers. ]
Come on. This way.
[ Besides, when he first took the public elevator down alone, those paintings on the walls were...really weird. But he shrugs it off well enough as he leads her down a hallway close by. ]
They got these VIP elevators.
[ And if that watch of his was still registering him as a "newlywed"? Than he'll have the privilege of accessing it! It'll take them straight up. ]
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The elevator stops and he heads out, so of course she follows. This wouldn't be her first time riding the VIP elevators, but his comment does make her think that he might not have had anyone up in his room yet. ]
If your rank isn't a number, then you can only access your room through the VIP elevators, yes.
[ He doesn't have to tell her! But she'll clarify for him, in case he wasn't aware. There isn't anything condescending about her tone, either. It's a statement, pure and simple. ]
You said you just got here, didn't you? What's your rank?
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That's how people get called Buttfloss for calling hot pants a military uniform.So right now? Weiss is sticking in his head, too. Leading a girl he knew nothing about up to his bedroom though...he can be thick, but part of him can't help but feel a little...bad? Shit, what the hell was there to feel bad about? He's still not fully convinced he's staying long, if he has anything to say about it. It almost makes him want to double down on his real intentions.So. If it's just going to be Ragna and someone else in private — a break from the brusque and cold nature he'd put up for himself for so many years..
To hell with it. It ain't his place, and there's obnoxious honeymoon balloons, favours, chocolates and gifts abound in his illustrious Jack Suite, but if she turns out to be cool? He'll be cool too. He can be a host. So he doesn't take her clarifications personally! If anything, she's helping put things into perspective for him. ]
"Rank"... That's right. They really take class separation shit seriously around here.
[ As for his rank? According to his watch, which he glances back down to now with a frown, ]
I'm a wildcard. Or according to this stupid thing, a newlywed. Apparently they're still processing my reservation?
[ He didn't reserve shit! Though...given the reactions of many of the people he's met around here, he has a feeling next to nobody did. ]
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[ A wildcard, she means. Back then, when she'd first awoken in this place, no one had ranks, but they were all treated quite nicely. When check-ins were fully in place and people got their ranks, that was when things turned different.
Now, she doesn't know if some people could actually wake up with a rank already. It might be worth asking around at some point. ]
If you're lucky, you don't get a room at all and you'd probably be back in your own world or something.
[ Though, who knows if that is what actually happens when people don't come back. If this resort kidnapped people, why would they return them? ]
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If I’m lucky. [ Considering the groundwork that Weiss has already laid out for him, the hustle and bustle of the ‘common’ guests fading into the background as they approach one of the VIP elevators, his voice wanders, a pensive thought as he looks down at the girl beside him. ] Guessing that makes you…
[ One of the “unlucky” ones. He realizes he might be bringing down the mood, so he lets out a short yet gruff sigh before threading his fingers through the back of his hair. No apologies. ]
Anyway, what about you? [ He taps his watch up against the door, recognizing him as a temporary wildcard, but more importantly? A newlywed! The elevator will only take a short moment to ’Ding!’ and open up. ] What’s your rank?
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Unlucky. You can say it.
[ At this point, there's nothing to be in denial about. She wishes that weren't the case, but after everything that's happened in the Ever After, it just feels like the world is poking fun at her whenever possible. Just because she's accepted she's unlucky doesn't mean she won't complain about it, though. ]
I'm a five. Not that low, but still low that staff at restaurants won't prioritise my orders.
[ She'll save the "for now" comments. It's not like getting up in the ranks is worth bragging about given the nature of this place. ]
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Fine. Unlucky.
[ Her words! Not his. Call it a rare instance of him thinking before he speaks. At least, instead of just bluntly calling her out on it. So far she seems like one of the more levelheaded people he's met in this place. At least, she answered his questions so far. Being straightforward with him and not throwing confusing rhetoric and insults did wonders for the mood.
She mentions how she's a five. Any earlier day here and the meaning behind that notion would have flown straight over his head; at the very least, he would have asked what that meant. But instead? As the VIP elevator doors slide open, spacious enough for those more...ambitious in the amount of company they were bringing up to the higher suites, Ragna steps in the elevator with a deepened frown settling on his expression. It's not Weiss' fault; he just remembers very clearly during his earlier sleuthing in the lower rank rooms and hallways.
How otherwise unsuspecting people got treated like complete and total trash. Complaints of orders being wrong. How one housekeeper practically barged into somebody's room without respecting their privacy, taking their covers and cramming them into the hamper on their cart. When would they get new sheets? Please wait. They'll be back shortly; thank you.
He doubted they even got that back without having to remind the staff. Weiss mentions restaurants not prioritizing her orders but, ]
Seems like the common trend, lower numbers getting treated like crap...
[ All the more reason to play. But as they climb higher and higher to the exclusive floors of the elusive Jack & Ace Suites, Ragna's glancing down to Weiss beside him, not for a quick five for his hand if he gets "unlucky". But for a chance to actually enjoy some peace and quiet with no catch; for a sex hotel that thrived on making sure nobody felt lonely, Ragna spent a good chunk of his time feeling exactly that. Not that he'll ever admit it, but he kind of missed having Tao around to pester him.
So if he can treat company better than these dumbasses at the Golden Peacock ever could? That's a little win in Ragna's books. And sticking it to these assholes. ]
I dunno about you, but I'm getting hungry. [ Half a beat. ] And thirsty.
[ Sure she can get her coffee but- ]
And whatever else I can take advantage of room service for.
[ 'DING!' The doors open and his frown breaks, with a smirk. ]
How 'bout you?
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She is really behaving herself for the sake of getting good coffee. And A+ tier snacks from the hotel kitchen.
His comment about those who aren't as privileged is something that hits close to home, though. Whether or not there is a deeper meaning to it, Weiss puts one to it when she responds. The elevator moves, taking them to a higher level, separating them further from those of lower ranks. ]
It is, unfortunately, how those in power stay in power. I don't think there are players here who actually think ill of those in the lower ranks, though. It's just the staff.
[ And hopefully? It stays that way.
In any case, it shouldn't be long until they reach his floor. The doors open, and this time, she's the one who steps out first. She's sure he'll catch up with her easily, anyway. ]
I was thinking of having a hot coffee earlier, but I kind of want it iced now. [ If he's eating, she may as well grab a bite, too. While she doesn't have an appetite just yet, a snack wouldn't hurt! Though that does... get her to think— ]
Hang on, [ She pauses, looking up at him. ] We have to pay for room service, don't we? Don't tell me. . .
[ Didn't he say he just arrived? Did he get it on already... Boy sure works fast???????? ]
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If it were my call to make, I'd be bringing them all down a peg or two. [ Though, what Weiss says about players here not treating the lower ranks poorly rings true too. He may be a wildcard, but, who knows where he'll wind up in this deck? He could be right back up here again, a free fancy room of solace for anyone that wanted it. ...if they were cool and not weird or annoying. Ragna's preemptively setting what-if stipulations in his head. As for the staff? ] Still assholes.
[ Ragna takes a moment to watch her lead ahead, loosing a more relaxed sigh now that they were away from the hustle and bustle of the casino scene lower down. Indeed, it doesn't take long for the white-haired man to find his stride with her. ]
Yeah? Little iced latte? Cold brew? Wouldn't be surprised if they could whip it up whatever way you wanted around here.
[ "Hang on," ] What's up? [ "We have to pay for room service, don't we? Don't tell me. . ." ]
Don't...tell me what? [ Dot. Dot. Dot. Forgiveness, Weiss. This one's a little slow to start when it comes to— ]
O-Oh... [ There it is! And the first sign of fluster on his face. ] Nope. Haven't got one chip on me.
[ Which means he most certainly doesn't work fast. By choice.
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[ She won't, though. She likes her coffee and she likes it with a hint of sweetness, but she isn't childish enough to order anything like that. Maybe to prove a point? But it doesn't seem like there's a need for it.
But- if he doesn't have a single chip on him, how does he expect to pay? Think fast, Ragna, because you've got a tiny girl about to call you out if you don't say the right thing. ]
Okay, lesson number one in this place? You need chips to be able to buy anything. You get chips if you have fun with someone, or if you win stuff at the casino.
[ And with that lesson, she has to ask: ]
Are you expecting me to pay for your food?
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[ He doesn't sound like he's bothered by her deciding to order whatever she'd like and making it as outlandish as possible. Under normal circumstances, he'd be worried about wracking up quite the bill, especially against his expectations. Ragna may be a wanted criminal, but he likes to think that he's a criminal of circumstance. If he's got the funds? He'll pay for something. He doesn't need extra reasons for people to come after him over something as petty as dining and dashing; and even that, he couldn't avoid thanks to Tao.
Weiss is preparing to call him out on that very same notion! Seeing how spacious and grandiose these suites are (without even being the highest echelon of royalty!), his was around the corner and towards the end of the hallway. But before they get there, she's telling him things that he already knows. Before he can huffily tell her something along the lines of, "Yeah, I know that. Obviously." she's asking him if he was expecting her to foot the bill. And thankfully for this tiny girl? Ragna is thinking fast. Rather, it's like he's thought of it for a while already and it comes preloaded. ]
Why would I invite you up to my room just to flip you the bill? I'll put it on my tab.
[ Is there even such a thing as a "tab" in this place? The real meat and potatoes of his reason, however, is: ]
Besides, we all literally got kidnapped. Even if we're all here just to gamble and screw, I'm still not in the mood to "play nice".
[ They're approaching the suite now. He doesn't know the first thing about this girl besides the fact she's in the same boat he is. As were many others here, whether they liked this "vacay" or not. Using his watch, the fancy key reader screen identifies the temporary newlywed with a little ✓, and a short text on the screen that reads:
"Welcome back, Ragna the Bloodedge."
'Click!' The door's unlocked. His humble abode awaits. ]
Come on. It's all on me.
[ As in, if anyone wants to make this a problem for anyone else (Weiss) other than himself, they'll deal with him. ]
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[ Is that... his title? Hopefully it is not self-proclaimed one, because bro...
That does not sound cool at all.
But from the looks of it, he doesn't care about those kinds of things. Maybe it was a choice he made when he was 10 years old and it just stuck even if he's grown tired of it. Surely no one would willingly want to be called that at this age, right? Right?
By now, she'll just let him take the lead. If she says anything more, any more of her smartass comments, and he might take the offer back. It is his suite, after all. If he decides to put this on his tab, then she won't pay for hers, nor push the idea of it. That's awfully kind of him, especially since they just met, and she isn't exactly being nice. Not fawning over him and showering him with praise and compliments.
Since he is offering to put it all on his tab though, then she'll pick up the phone that's connected directly to room service, all so she can hand it to him. She's dialed the number before passing the phone, so he'll immediately be met with a very sweet sounding Hello! How can I help you today?
And an even sweeter sounding Weiss Schnee as she places her order for him to repeat. For the first time, he'd see her smiling, an expectant smile on her face. ]
An iced coffee with cream froth and sea salt, and a butter and sugar crepe. Please and thank you.
[ Chop chop. (He asked for this, pretty much...) ]
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It's a long story.
[ And that's all he has to currently say on the matter. Right now, it seems like that title doesn't hold any real meaning here. At least, he has yet to encounter anyone who actually recognizes the name. That's fine by him. It means less trouble and eyes on him. ...even if this world was wont to have eyes on their guests for entirely different reasons. Luckily for
WiseassSchnee, just setting foot in his own private space was already lifting his mood. Despite the fancy aluminum-coated, heart-shaped balloons, unopened boxes of high-quality chocolates, biscuits and other various sweets that he couldn't be trusted to eat, and various newlywed favours sitting on a table in between the luxurious sofas, it's the peace and quiet he likes most of all....that and eyeing the spotless kitchen. Of which he has no ingredients to cook with yet.
At least he doesn't feel nervous having someone up in his room. She wasn't being nice to him, but he wasn't fishing for niceties either. If she was rude, or abrasive or outright rejected his offer? She would have been met with a simple "suit yourself". But if he kept exploring this haunted ass sex casino on his own, he feels like he might have gone crazy... Call it a flash in the pan, Ragna of all people deciding to take a chance when he saw someone being inconvenienced for just having an arbitrary number to her, but.
The company is...a welcome change. Even if he wouldn't say that out loud. But: ]
Look- [ Ah! She's already picking up the phone directly linked to room service. Hold that thought, Ragna. He blinks, surprised that the phone is already ringing and he's getting it handed right to him. Straight out the gate?! ...not that he, really had any idea of where to go from here except maybe sit down and relax for a second but. When he's met with very sweet sounding room service asking what their illustrious newlywed would like, he feels like he's being put on the spot. ] Uhhh, hi...?
[ This is about the time that Ragna's met with said even sweeter Weiss. Huh. That's the first time he thinks he's seen her smile since he passed her by. Even if it was for the promise of some pristine goodies, no strings attached. The atmosphere changed at the drop of a hat, and...he couldn't help but fix her with a smaller, little amused smile of his own, breathing out of reach of the phone with a sigh, ]
You work fast.
[ Alright! Let's do this thing. She did say her please and thank yous. Despite the fact he'd just called these people assholes, he sounds cordial to the person on the other end. ]
Yeah, an iced coffee, with cream froth and sea salt. [ "Will that be all?" ] Nope. And a butter and sugar crepe.
[ "Of course! Anything else we can get for you?" ]
Peking duck, sweet and sour pork, beef chow mein, some fried rice... [ Hmm. What else can he extort these jackasses for. Oh! ] How about Ma Po Tofu? You got any of that?
[ "Certainly. How spicy would you like your Ma Po Tofu?" ]
A little heat. [ Oh no. ]
[ "Very good. Can I get you anything else for your pleasure tonight?" In which Ragna places his hand over the phone and looks back down at Weiss. ]
You good?
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He asks if Weiss is fine with her orders, and she is, but... ]
Can you even eat all that? [ Some of her friends have big appetites, but even that much doesn't sound like something they can finish on their own. ] I'm fine, though, thank you.
[ And right before he can even tell the other person on the line that they're good? ]
Oh! And some earl grey and dark chocolate cream puffs, too.
[ May as well, right?? :'D Sorry not sorry, Ragna. ]
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I can make a good dent.
[ She catches him just in time before he can call the rest of the order good, his breath stuttering silently when she requests earl grey and dark chocolate cream puffs. And the smirk he gave her earlier actually settles into a more rare smile. Alright then. ]
AND some earl grey and dark chocolate cream puffs. ...is that right? [ "That's correct, it's a very popular flavor!" ] That's all then.
[ The room service attendee on the other end, while not suspicious? Is more curious about the size of this order. It's not their place to ask personal questions, but it is their job to placate making sure that everyone is comfortable. As comfortable as they want to be. So. :)
"Very good. We shall place the total on your account. Your order will be up shortly."
With that? Ragna will just hang up. They know the room in which they ordered from. ]
There. Not a bad first call. [ But now that they're up here? He can finally start with what he'd been meaning to before he even invited Weiss. ] I'm gonna go switch out of this getup.
[ He's still decked out in a perfectly tailored white tuxedo. "Just Married" and all that. Where's his spouse now? Oh they're separated. Oh nooo how tragic. ]
You knock yourself out and make yourself comfortable.
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