TDM 011

[goldmods]

【 Thank you for choosing the Golden Peacock, 5-star resort and casino. You are currently registered as a WILDCARD in our system.

We are thrilled to announce that the Golden Peacock will be embracing autumn with a special outing. Current and new guests are invited to join us for a refreshing outdoor experience where participants can unplug, unwind, and connect with nature. During this time, all Watches will be disabled to the most basic functions (texting, calls, checking chip account) in order to encourage guests to disconnect.

Please look forward to two weeks of finding yourself amongst the trees. We hope you enjoy your stay, and have a fan-CAMP-stic time. 】

CAMPING

GETTING OFF THE GRID

As the resort moves into what it claims is autumn, the days grow shorter. The projected sun in the Vale sets in the afternoon, after which a faint chill falls. Then there’s the most excessive transformation of all – a portion of the Vale has transformed into a campground complete with a scenic lake, seemingly overnight. Statues nearby have been dressed up with flannel jackets and suspenders. Folksy banjo fills the air without any discernible source.

A section of the campgrounds have been reserved for tents. These tents vary in size, shape, and supplies. All tents, regardless of quality, are supplied with sex toys and lube. Staff and long-standing guests all agree — pretending to live in the wilderness and 'rough it' for a while is thrilling. This is what the peasants feel like all the time!

NOT ALL TENTS ARE EQUAL

► High-rank guests are allocated spacious and luxurious tents. These elaborate mini-homes come with TVs, beds, heaters, and plenty of supplies. Provided camping gear is high quality, ranging from state of the art flashlights to designer backpacks. It can't quite be considered roughing it in these tents, but glamping is camping too!

► Mid-rank guests are allocated moderate tents that comfortably fit up to three guests. These tents come with cots or sleeping bags, as well as standard camping gear to make their time living off the land fairly comfortable. While these tents lack the bells and whistles of the high-rank accommodations, they are more than enough for a comfortable but realistic camping experience.

► Low-rank guests are allocated the shabbiest tents. These sagging accommodations can shield one guest comfortably, but that doesn't stop staff from pairing low-ranking guests together in order to save space. Their 'sleeping bags' are a single blanket and hay bale pillow. There are no other included amenities aside from sex toys and a single lantern.

► Last but certainly not least: our Wildcards! All Wildcards have been randomly assigned. Whether they end up in a glamping tent or sleeping beneath a propped up sheet is left to chance. Wildcards also may find themselves waking up beside a current guest or another new arrival.

► Guests that "go camping" will discover that the door connecting the Vale to the rest of the resort has mysteriously vanished. Uh oh! Looks like there's no going back to the comfortable life anytime soon. Don't worry, the door will return when it's time to pack up and head home.

LET'S GET CRAFTY

► New characters still wake up naked save for a robe, as is standard for the Golden Peacock. This round’s robes are flannel gingham to embrace camping and autumn aesthetic. Some of these robes are much shorter than others; watch out that the lake breeze doesn’t reveal more than you wanted.

► Unlike the standard, there are no racks of clothes waiting for new arrivals outside of their tents. You're roughing it out in the woods, remember? Instead of clothing, Wildcards will find an assortment of raw materials to make clothes.

Fabric rolls, hemp, buckets of leaves, leather, and other assorted goods are waiting to be cobbled into something new. The staff have been kind enough to leave some small hunting knives and wooden needles to make crafting a bit easier. Of course, they won't stop anyone that wants to embrace the wild side and strut around naked.

HOME ON THE RANGE

Welcome to the Peacock Campgrounds! Nicknamed the Stomping Grounds by long-standing guests. Rustic and right off a sparkling lake, guests will find everything they need to live in the wilderness. Staff have expertly set up fire pits, benches, hammocks, and a wooden shed to act as a tool depository. There's even an outhouse, which is a real novelty to many of the long-standing guests. Do they just... squat over that hole and do their business? How wild!

Unlike previous resort-sponsored excursions, guests are expected to manage without the help of staff. That pile of wood won't be replenished once used; guests will have to go chop down trees and split their own. Food won't magically appear in their tents regardless of rank. Camping is all about living off the land. Though staff make themselves scarce to make the experience feel real, they lurk in the shadows, discreetly providing necessary tools and fixing broken equipment so guests won't struggle too much. It isn't fun if it's real hardship, after all!

DOES ANYONE KNOW HOW TO COOK?

► On the first camp morning, guests will find barrels of ingredients and cooking utensils left beside the central fire pit. These barrels are stocked with fruits and vegetables that won't spoil quickly, many of which are seasonal to autumn. They have also been left a few protein options like eggs, jerky, and canned ham. These ingredients are communal and limited. Once they run out, guests will have to hunt and gather in the Vale to collect more.

► Guests must prepare their own meals while camping. Not even the high-ranks are given any special treatment on this! While oil and firestarter are included in the initial supply, these too are limited and won't be replenished after use.

► Staff would never let their precious guests go without a sweet treat. A generous supply of hot cocoa and all the fixings for s'mores has been left behind as well. While none of the other food will be replenished, the hot cocoa and s'mores goodies seemingly never run out. A night around a campfire without roasting marshmallows or sipping cocoa would be too cruel to subject guests to.

SUPPLIES RUNNING LOW

► Guests will have to hunt and gather once ingredients dwindle if they want to eat. The wooden shed is home to a selection of tools that can be used to hunt: bows and arrows, hatchets, axes, fishing poles and line, etc. All tools are rudimentary and can break if not taken care of.

► The Vale is lush with wild fruits and vegetables. However, much like in reality, not all vegetation in the Vale is safe to eat. While some berries and mushrooms are consumable, others are toxic or psychedelics. One must also not forget that they're in the Golden Peacock: some unusual plants that grow in the vale may trigger arousal. Watch out that you don't eat something funky by accident!

► Before 'leaving', staff will explain that guests can fish or hunt small game running throughout the Vale. One particularly enthusiastic staff member will suggest guests track down the snoggleboffs, as they're extremely delicious after roasting on an open fire.

ACTIVITIES

TWO WEEKS OF ROUGHING IT

Camping can't be all about survival. Where's the fun in that? Before 'leaving', the staff arrange activities and events for guests to enjoy. A wooden bulletin board outlines times for group hikes, camping experiences, and wilderness delights. Adirondack chairs line the edge of the lake and a few tire swings hang over the water, tied to strong tree branches. For the first week and a half the weather is pleasant and sunny. Perfect for camping.

At night, acoustic guitars and other wooden instruments come out so that guests can make music around the bonfire. Projected stars dapple the night sky, forming various constellations sourced from guest worlds. The moon enters a different phase each night, shining a gentle silver across the campgrounds. Why not pull your sweetheart in and cuddle beneath the night sky? It's so romantic.

IN CAMP

► Guests that don't want a cold shower should make their way over to the shower stalls quickly. These outdoor showers hold very little hot water and run cold after about five minutes. First-come first-serve!

► A wood-chopping competition begins around lunchtime. There are two goals: to split as much wood as possible and looking sexy while doing it. Guests that chop wood unsexily immediately fail! Alternatively, sexiness with a pathetic number of chunks is more acceptable, but still a loss. Those that achieve both goals will instantly win a large payout. Failing to sexily cut wood won’t have any penalties associated with it, and you can always try again tomorrow!

► Bear hunting is a popular activity that even the spoiled long-standing guests are getting in on! No, not hunting real bears. That would be insane. Peacock's version of bear hunting involves hunting down bear-like guests and capturing them! Any guest that fits the criteria of big, thick, and strong may potentially be assigned the role of bear. Hunters who manage to tie up, handcuff, net, or otherwise 'capture' a 'bear' will instantly receive a large payout.

THE LAKE

► This sparkling lake is rich with fish. Enjoy sitting back on the long pier with a fishing rod or take one of the wooden boats out for a row around the lake. It's also safe to swim in, for guests that would like to take a dip and rinse off the sweat of camp living! Don't mind the random swim trunks or drink umbrellas that pop up now and then. This water is definitely fresh and not recycled from the summer beach extravaganza.

► Guests that do decide to take a dip may encounter a familiar friend. Fernando the tentacle monster is camping too! This randy tentacle monster is as horny as ever, eager to embrace guests and stick slippery tentacles into any reachable orifice.

► Once the sun goes down, many of the long-standing guests strip off their shoddily crafted clothes and sprint into the water for skinny dipping by moonlight! What's a camping excursion without a lake-side orgy? The best way to drown out those erotic moans from the lake is to head to the central fire pit and join in on some campfire songs.

OUTSIDE CAMP

► Those that head out of camp for a hike or hunt can enjoy any of the Vale's usual wonders. With autumn, shiny apples dangle from the trees and pumpkins pepper beneath their protruding roots. Along with autumnal fruits and vegetables, canned beef and ham have been mysteriously left in pockets close to the campgrounds. A little act of kindness from the staff; not everyone is cut out to hunt their own game!

► For those interested in hunting down some fresh game, walking around the forest in the morning may come with a stroke of luck. Strange little creatures the size of an adult's fist are active during this time. These hairy beasts come in brown and white, and screech, "Scrun scrun screeee!" when agitated.

Yes, these are the alleged snoggleboffs! Don't feel bad about hunting them, they're an invasive species that are unfriendly and eager to steal from unsuspecting guests. Their main strength is their speed, but once caught, they don't put up much of a fight.

► Guests that explore deep into the Vale may find a dark cave mouth that leads downward into a damp chamber. The ceiling glitters with stalactites and, along the wall, they'll find a horizontal crease with what seems to be... hair? If touched, this crease will creak open, revealing a large eye that darts back and forth before focusing on whoever woke it. Black pupils and iris bleed into one endless abyss.

Those that gaze directly into the eye will freeze. Their mind will remain active while their body locks in place, not unlike sleep paralysis. This trance will break once the eye blinks, which it will do after some time... but it can also be forced into blinking by force if there's someone who hasn't made eye-contact around to help. Frozen guests will be overwhelmed with the fear of abandonment for the duration of their paralysis. This fear will fade after the connection is broken, as if it wasn't their fear at all.

Like a regular eye, dirt or debris can force a blink. If this route is taken, the eye will go bloodshot and shut, refusing to open again. Any guest that inflicts damage to the eye may find that their suite, upon return, has been trashed. As if someone or something threw a big tantrum in there while they were gone. Wonder why that happened...?

HOWLING

CALL OF THE WILD

Temperatures drop drastically at night as the camping excursion nears its end. Nights become so chilly that morning dew frosts over, crunching beneath guest feet. Every day the light and its warmth set a little bit earlier. Staff remain elusive and do not provide warmer blankets or clothes for guests, leaving them to cuddle for warmth or find other ways to sleep comfortably during nightly cold snaps.

The moon hits its apex on the final night of camping. Unlike the other nights, this full moon shines blood red. The Vale stills under this ominous sign, silent. Snowflakes begins to fall, spreading an endless clean sheet across the campgrounds. That reflected pink hue is inescapable.

THE WEATHER TURNS

► Along with chilly nights, the last few days of camping feature inclement weather conditions. Clouds overtake the sun and rain falls, alternating between light mist and heavy downpour.

► Winds pick up, with speeds threatening to whip away the less stable tents. Guests that don't hunker down and add additional support to their tents may end up chasing them into the storm. Other loose items around the campgrounds may end up blown away as well.

BLOOD MOON

► Wild instinct rises with the blood moon. As crimson moonlight beckons, some guests may begin to feel ... strange. As if they need to claw their true selves free. Those that answer the call to bathe in the light of the blood moon will undergo a transformation.

► Basking in the light of the blood moon triggers a were-transformation. While the standard were that the blood moon inspires is the classic werewolf, guests may transform into any kind of were. Along with hybrid transformation, the blood moon stirs mating and sex impulses in these new weres. Remaining humans are at risk of being eaten... in the sexy way.

► Transformation into a were is not mandatory. Other guests may step into the blood moon's light and not experience any kind of transformation or impulse. These guests are now actors in a sexy horror scene, given the task of surviving the night surrounded by monsters! At least they're sexy monsters? Giving in and fucking on the wild side may be more fun.

PACKING UP

► After the crazy weather and horny werewolves, the staff judge that it's high time to wrap this excursion up. Guests will once again openly see these diligent workers the morning after the blood moon. They come flooding into the site with clothing, snacks, and other comforts while praising everyone for surviving for so long without the resort's usual luxuries.

► A first aid tent and cleaning station are swiftly erected. All guests that volunteer to treat injuries sustained over the course of the camping experience or help clean up the site will be compensated with a large payout.

► Every guest that participated in the camping event, regardless of whether they help wrap things up, will be issued a spa voucher. Go relax, you've earned some pampering after all of that hard living!

OOC NOTES

INVITES | RESERVES | APPLICATIONS

▶ BLANKET CW: altered states; eyes (descriptions only, incl. eye injury); exhibitionism; hunting (incl. hunting fantasy creatures); orgies; public sex; survival; temperature play; tentacles; transformation; violence

▶ All characters on the TDM are WILDCARDS, which means they have not yet been assigned a card value. Suits will not manifest until characters are accepted into the game.

▶ All TDMs are game canon. This TDM acts as the game's September event. Camping will ICly begin September 15th and end October 3rd.

▶ Current characters may top level on the TDM. Any current characters posting to the TDM should note they are current in their subject header.

▶ The top level directory is for new characters only. We want to make sure new characters are prioritized and receive attention! If you would be interested in a game invitation, you can note that in your comment header.

▶ Smut threads that take place on this TDM can be used for rewards. If both parties in the smut thread join the game, you may retroactively apply the character's initial card values to your 52 bank. If one character does not join the game the thread will not be applicable toward rewards (as that character would not have a card value). The character that does join would still receive a small payout for the encounter. Hopefully it was a fun thread regardless!

▶ We ask you to kindly add content warnings to your threads as appropriate.

▶ If you do not currently have permissions and kinks listed in your character’s journal we suggest leaving a note in your top level of any limits or boundaries for other players to reference.

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QUESTIONS

[goldmods]

Please direct any questions related to this TDM here. Any questions about the general game should be asked over on our FAQ. Thank you!

Re: QUESTIONS

[aureliasharr]

How do the snoggleboffs taste? When they are cooked and uncooked

TOP LEVEL DIRECTORY

[goldmods]

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goro akechi | persona 5 royal

[laevateinns]

here!

esikko bloemrose ⚘ original ⚘ 2♥

[loosestrifes]

( info ⚘ permissions )
⚘ i. fur pete's sake

Absolutely not!

( There are plenty of objections about roughing it in the woods, but this one is becoming louder by the minute. Anyone close enough to the vicinity of the horribly shabby low-rank tents will find Esikko shouting after a staff member who, from all visible clues, seems to be in the process of trying to hide in some bushes. Esikko doesn't seem to particularly care that he looks nervous, or alarmed, or very much like someone who did not make whatever decision is pissing this guest off, because he's busy gesturing with his angry fists and stomping at the ground. )

It's bad enough that you've decided to shove me into one of those pathetic excuses for shelter, so why do you have that stupid dog partnered in it, too! ( The stupid dog is nowhere to be seen, mind you, but the sleeping bag that's discarded on the ground just a few feet away is covered suspiciously in fur. So that's environmental story telling, probably. ) I want you to find me whoever continues to make these decisions to shove us together so that I can make it incredibly clear I'm sick of it!

( Well... Hopefully he's not disrupting anyone else's space or peace and quiet too much? )

⚘ ii. around the camp
( a. outside camp )

I wouldn't touch that, if I were you.

( While largely unhelpful for a majority of the tasks around camp, there is one particular area that Esikko excels in: plantlife. From strange mushrooms, to leaves, to flowers, he can recognize details about them even in species that are foreign to his own world thanks to multiple lifetimes of studying them. So, when he gestures at the mysterious Thing in front of the person he's talking to, he means it! It's probably something unique.

Of course, he's thin and weak and not about to physically stop someone from grabbing at things they shouldn't, so if he's a bit too late to the punch, that's not his fault. Okay? )

( ooc: feel free to pick a random effect for a plant or mushroom via touch or eating, if you want! poison, sex pollen, inducing sleep, literally open to any sort of wacky effects. )

( b. making s'mores )

( For anyone who might be paying attention to Esikko, he... has not been hunting. He's nibbled at a few vegetables here and there, of course, feeling confident in his knowledge of vegetation enough to do so. But real food? Meals? Absolutely not. Instead, he's been surviving off of hot cocoa, and has only just now realized the heavenly invention of s'mores waiting to be crafted by the fire.

So, he's a little focused, watching others build their s'mores, and works to do the same. Unfortunately, his horrendous cooking ability means that he can't even manage something as simple as a s'more without incident or injury, because he's already stabbed his finger with the prongs three times now, and the marshmallows keep falling into the fire. )

What— ( Another one down, and it takes everything in his power not to curse at it, pulling his stick back with a puffy little frown. ) Why does it keep doing that?

( He hasn't even gotten to smoosh these on chocolate, yet, and he's about half a second away from biting angrily into a chocolate bar to cope, instead. )

⚘ iii. a side of dreamshare?

( All it takes is a spark of loneliness to trigger something. Esikko is sitting at the fire pit, in the middle of the day, when he finds his thoughts trailing off into the desire for company. It's not a foreign thing for him to think about, especially more and more lately, but this is the first time it inspires a strange wave of drowsiness. At first, his head dips, eyes fluttering shut. And then, to any observers, he topples right over on his side, off of the log he was sitting on and onto the dirt itself.

For those blessed to not be hit by the waves of whatever magic this curse carries, that's it! He's awake, and then he's not, and even the jolt of a fall doesn't seem to have woken him up.

But for those less lucky, they'll be pulled into his dream, whether they're awake or sleeping the day away. Anyone close enough to the fire pit is at risk of it— one minute, you're roughing it in the woods, trying to enjoy snacks and hunt bears or whatever, and the next? It's an icy wasteland.

The air is so cold that even eyelashes seem to freeze, and each brush of snow against skin feels like a sharp blade. A blizzard blows these gusts roughly around them, noisy in their ears, and through the haze of obscured vision, only a faint pink color can be made out. Esikko. It seems like he's calling out, but his voice doesn't quite make it. )

( ooc: this is part of Esikko's death revival! when he dreams, he has the chance to trigger drawing people around him into it, whether they're asleep or awake. they can simply observe the dream, partake in it and interact, or not get dragged in, so feel free to tag with any of these options! )

⚘ iv. wildcard

( Hit me up if you want to plot anything else! Open to anything, really, but especially tentacle monster shenanigans, werewolf taming(?), or would love to have him help out with the freaky eyeball in the cave. Let him save someone else for a change~ as a side note, my info pages have details on any relevant scars, abilities he's gained in the resort, and his death punishment! )

iii

[fraternallyyours]

[While Toma isn't outright avoiding the prince, he's tried to keep a bit of distance when he sees him; he still isn't in much of a mood to actively antagonize, nor does he much want to deal with Esikko's attitude. So, when he spots that familiar head of pink hair by the fire, he's quick to adjust his path and put some space between them.

Apparently, he isn't quite fast enough.

Something happens - and the landscape is different, autumn woods replaced with snow and ice. Toma gasps at the sudden bite of cold, drawing clothes suddenly far too thin for the circumstances tight around himself. What? Is this some new trick from the resort? He would assume as much, except that it was just-- too quick.

...That pink blur is all he can make out. Toma is suspicious, immediately, but-- he doesn't have any other landmarks to work from.

He trudges toward Esikko, arms wrapped tight around himself for what little warmth he can get, squinting against the icy sting of the wind.]

Yato | Noragami | 4♠

[intertwinedfates]

🏹 1. Supplies Running Low

[From the moment someone said "hunting", Yato was there. Deprived of anything resembling a weapon for these last however many months, his war god instincts have been itching to get back in the game, even if it's merely supplying food for folks. He immediately hones in on the bow and arrow, hugging the damn thing to his chest briefly before giving it a big old smooch.]

Oh, you beauty--! You're the best looking thing in this resort, I'll have you know...!

[Give him a minute to get it out of his system...

Later still, once he's calmed down, he can be found perched in a tree on a surprisingly narrow branch, aiming at a snoggleboff several hundred yards away. It might seem like a literal long shot, but after taking a steadying breath he lets loose the arrow, nailing his target squarely in the center depsite the distance. That accomplished, he drops down beside his fellow guest and regards them with a slightly wild look in his eye and a grin.]

Isn't this the best?! I doubt they'll let us keep these, but damn does it feel good to fight again!

🌊 2. Skinny Dipping

[Although sometimes bashful when it comes to being around others, Yato's rather less shy when he thinks he's on his own. He's chosen a more secluded area of the lake for a midnight dip in the glittering waters, having abandoned his clothes on the shore nearby while he wades into the cool water with nary a shiver. Anybody who happens by gets a wave in greeting as he swims closer to them, a playful glint in his eye.]

Hey! Why don't you join me? It's actually surprisingly nice in here!

[If they say no? Well, should they be close enough to the water's edge, Yato's grabbing them by the ankle and yanking them in anyway! Too bad!]

🐺 3. Call of the Wild

[Under the light of the blood red moon, Yato feels a strange stirring, like the rise of his aramitama - his wild, raging god's soul. Maybe that's actually what it is? He's not sure. One thing he's certain of though, is that the sudden rush of hormones and nervous energy isn't natural. And that's because of the way he sprouts a pair of feline ears and tail, his canines lengthening into sharp points as his nails hook into claws.

It's that state he's in when he starts stalking people, prey drive in high gear as he prowls the campgrounds in search of someone to pounce upon. And that someone happens to be you, you lucky individual! From the shadows Yato erupts, silent outside of a faint snarl as he wraps his arms around his victim from behind, pinning theirs to their sides while he buries his face against their neck with a grin. Purring into their ear and with tail swishing, he nuzzles them affectionately.]

Gotcha~

🃏 4. Wild Card

[Kinklist and permissions. Got another idea? Feel free to hit me with it! Or hit me up at lombardia!]

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[loosestrifes]

( Esikko looks about as out of place here as anyone possibly can. Dressed in modern clothes like jeans and a tank-top with the hoodie unzipped to the perfectly fashionable hang from his shoulders, he does not look ready to experience anything about nature. Accompanied with a wary stare out and over the water of the lake, he's shocked to hear anyone inviting him in, let alone so cheerily. )

Absolutely not. Even putting aside the fact that that water looks disgusting, I—

( But... it seems like he's not even able to finish his sentence before an offending hand grabs at his ankle and yanks. He yelps, yanking back in a desperate rush, and winds up slipping in the shallows to splash straight onto his ass. Shock or not, he doesn't waste any time in reacting afterwards, throwing his arm out in a violent splash of water towards Yato. )

Stop, stop— I can't swim!!

goro akechi | persona 5 royal | new character

[laevateinns]

one (camping);;

[ akechi is, currently, staring straight at the s'mores supply.

so sue him. after being here for a bit he's hungry, and he's going to need his wits about him to figure this whole situation out, so... s'mores it is, he guesses.

except for the fact that akechi is... a very bad cook.

he tries to spark the fire to light it.

surely nothing will go wrong! ]

two (activities);;

[ later he can be found either rushing to the shower to try and get a hot one, perhaps rushing by other people in order to do so; he may be camping, but he refuses to have to mess with his skincare routine that much.

he can also be seen entering the bear hunting contest, because... well, he needs something to keep him occupied. ]

three (outside camp);;

[ eventually akechi needs some space, so he's eager to go exploring.

which means he falls prey pretty easily to the eye that's apparently staring at him right now.

he can't even flinch, can't even show surprise- he's stuck staring straight into it, his own eyes wide- ]

Wait, [ he calls out to anyone else still around- sounding afraid. ]

four (howling);;

[ as time goes on... the power of the moon starts to become more and more enticing. akechi can't help it- he feels like he's crawling under his skin.

he breaks away from the camp to pace a little, pulling his robe from his chest and panting. ]

note ;;

[ would love for him to introduce to the setting in hilarious and embarassing ways, and also down for him to get right into the smut if we're feeling some fun werewolf action or it goes that way somewhere else. i’m basic and would love some tentacle monster shit but it’d be hard to get akechi there… anyway, hit me up if you have any questions while i work on a kinklist and stuff dkjgn ]

one! something silly might happen...

[susano_oh]

Hey, I haven't seen you around before.

[ which is as far as pleasantries go before yosuke plants himself on the opposite side of the fire pit, tearing open a bag of marshmallows.

see, yosuke has his heart set on these s'mores. mostly because it's a fun camping snack, and he wants in on anything fun.

so he peers at the fire-sparking attempt. ]

You know how to do this?

[ because if not, he'll help! somewhat. if he can boil eggs, surely he can be useful in the s'mores department. what could possibly go wrong… ]

kuya | nu: carnival | current player, new character

[mistcraft]

s'mores.

[ he's interested in making these s'mores and not because he's hungry, but because of how amused he can get as he builds them. the most obvious way would be to make them into little sandwiches with the crackers on the outside, melted marshmallow and chocolate in between. it's simple and easy and honestly... plain.

so why not spice up some of these with a few funny little ingredients he's picked up since waking up in one of those tents?

he's smiling to himself as he has a few different ones on a paper plate at his side, waiting for someone to come a little too close. once someone does, he holds it out with a relatively pleasant looking smile. it might be on the border of TOO friendly and kind? one might even think it's sinister... and if they somehow know kuya, it certainly is.

still. ]

Here, I've prepared a few already. Please have a taste.

[ if his tail was out... it'd be swishing with bated amusement. ]

the lake.

[ walking around the lake provides him enough quiet time to think about why he's back at the resort... it's almost like it both wants and doesn't want him to stay? even stranger is that he can clearly remember the festival that he'd been brought to, but only now that he's in these barely familiar surroundings.

still, it's better than being somewhere unsavory or even worse? boring. if anything he might find that it's a compliment, being whisked back and forth like this. though at the same time he'd rather be near certain familiar faces, mostly to keep them in check. or even better? annoyed.

it's unlike kuya to be distracted like this, but his focus moves towards the water once he realizes that something... or someone might be in it. ]

sexy blood moon.

You're taking a huge risk, walking out here at night.

[ stepping out of some shadows, the fox revels in showing off his true form--- albeit it's a pretty tame one when it comes to were-creatures. he simply enjoys having his ears and tail out once in a while and this happens to be one of those moments. it's also hard to hide them when there are plenty of aggressive creatures wandering the camp that need to be pacified or dodged in general. it takes more effort to conceal the bits of him that make him clearly inhuman.

but there he is, arms crossed, his tail out and about. he looks pretty displeased in general. ]

How will you defend yourself? [ a beat, then: ] Or are you looking to take out your urges on someone else?

[ maybe they think kuya's some kind of docile creature looking for some fun? they wouldn't be wrong. he's certainly posturing himself to defend himself if need be. imagine him being the aggressor? either way, the fox yokai is prepared for it or any response he deems inappropriate. ]

wildcard & notes.

[ only m/m for smut, ty! for the first prompt, you can provide an effect or i can... just let me know if there's something you'd like to avoid! ]

Sexy Blood Moon

[ariverrunsthruit]

[This place just seems to get stranger and stranger. And that is really saying something. Though he's still convinced that none of this is real, so it hardly feels dangerous. If it isn't real, it can't hurt him, right?

Something feels different on this night. The moon is high and River finds himself wandering away from the camp grounds. He's not actively following anyone, just out for a bit of a wander as he hopes once more he'll fall asleep here and wake up back at home.

He does, however, notice someone who appears to have long ears and a tail. River is really starting to worry about his mental health at this point. You see a lot of strange things as an MI5 agent, even in Slough House, but this is just beyond.]

Thank you for your concern, I think, but I am perfectly capable of taking care of myself. [He narrows his eyes, examining the other... man? His dreams are really getting strange. Perhaps he should cash in on some therapy when he wakes up.] I'm not looking to take anything out on anyone. Are you sure you're not projecting?

John Doe | Malevolent | 4♢

[entirelymyown]

Camping: Off the Grid, Crafting, Home on the Range, Supplies Running Low

John's 'tent' is small, shabby, sagging, and it contains a roommate... but it's still more than he ever remembers having with Arthur; better accomodations than they had most of their time near Arkham, in the Dreamlands, and definitely in England. It doesn't matter much to him, given he doesn't sleep, but mostly because there's a lake there.

A lake he's spending a *lot* of time in, frankly. Mostly in a human shape, but sometimes, especially very late at night, it might very much not be a human shape at all.

He will come back every so often to check on the roommate feel free to be the roommate!, but the tent is basically yours.

The craft supplies are more of a delightful novelty to him than anything else; for one, he's perfectly happy with the gold and red gingham flannel that's been left to him, or to walk around without any clothes at all if it comes down to it. But playing with the fabric, the leather, the hemp and the needles is fascinating. It feeds something in him and he'll be happy to work on clothing for other people if asked. His results are... certainly something. Everything from stunning designs to extremely bizarre and potentially upsetting clothing pieces, frankly. The only thing he won't want to incorporate is any kind of bone.

...don't ask.

The question of food is something he's more than happy to help with, even though it's not something he needs. While mostly that will involve being the cook at the cook fire, more than content to sit and stir or add in ingredients when instructed, the question of hunting will get a quick flicker of something concerned in his eyes even if he will eventually agree to do so. He doesn't need any of the tools to do it, to be honest. And he'll probably defer to go gather some vegetation instead after a couple of runs out. If he ends up snacking while out there, well... so be it. Fucking in the woods can still be very good fucking.

Activities: Roughing It, the Lake, Outside Camp

It's pure luck that gets John into the wood-chopping competition, because he doesn't really understand why he'd need an axe. And as Captain America has taught us all tearing a log apart with your bare hands is honestly sexy as fuck. He'll probably be a little surprised at the reaction but he's happy to do it as many times as asked. Bear hunting is a lot more difficult to do accidentally, and given his size, he's going to be the bear a lot of the time. It's a good mix between being quite willing to be 'taken down' happily by the right overtures and avoiding people intensely so feel free to try your luck.

...he's a lot more interested in the moonlight skinny dipping and whether or not Fernando the tentacle monster is there, there will be tentacles interested in that lake at all hours of the night. That cave system though? Absolutely fucking not. Unless Arthur decides to go in and then, well... deja vu will get him if the abyssal eye doesn't.

Howling: Blood Moon, Cleaning Up

It's not that he intends to do this, you understand. But the urge to transform is so close to the surface for him, so natural, his form so intrinsically fluid... add onto that the fact that he's not really been sticking to the tents and is it any wonder that John's sporting claws and fangs and possibly a few other werewolf features like a knotted dick? up to you! at night. And the urge to mate?

There's a lake. There's the moon high in the sky. Dark water. It's not entirely just the hotel's urges this is kicking up; there is muscle memory, old inclinations, old hungers brought on by the feral, animalistic desires flowing through the resort/camp. Do you smell good? Do you sound good? Beautiful? Have you danced or sang or made something beautiful to wear from the supplies? You probably have an admirer...

When he finally gets his brain back, he'll be more than happy to either help clean up and he's always good to help with injuries (his 'healing' feels a bit like smushing you back together again, but it will be healed!) throughout 'camp' and after. Even if some of what happened might make him a little sheepish.

Wildcard: Anything Else?

[ Happy to come up with anything for ya'll; ping me at yarnzipan or yarnzipan on discord and we'll figure out something! ]

Activities: Roughing It, the Lake, Outside Camp

[shanksyourfeels]

Shanks isn't going into the lake without any of his clothes on, anyway. The fact Fernando is down there somewhere doesn't affect his decision, either. He doesn't need to be alone out there, either, under the moonlight.

He's pretty welcoming of company at the best of times. Tonight, he chuckles to see John.

"How are you liking the water?" Shanks asks, as his legs do most of the swimming for him. His missing left arm is more obvious naked, but at this point, he doesn't think being shy about it will matter much.

Raven | Tales of Vesperia | new player

[reallyfishy]

1 - settling in

[The less Raven acknowledges his awakening in this godforsaken place, the better.

So once he's gotten his bearings, he sets to work on touching up the shitty tent that he was provided with, muttering under his breath all the while:]

Some "5-star resort and casino" this is. Could they at least give a guy some proper clothes if they expect him ta rough it fer a few weeks?!

[Seriously, this flannel robe only covers so much! And it's cold! He is painfully aware of every stiff autumn breeze that rolls between his legs! There's the crafting supplies, but he ain't no seamstress. And don't get him started on the dire state of the tent he was provided. This is gonna be a rough camping trip...

...which is why he wastes no time swiping blankets, pillows, and other supplies from the better-furnished tents when no guests are looking. Or so he thinks. Maybe this sketchy old man is stealing from your tent.]

2 - on the hunt

[It doesn't take long for communal supplies to run low, so Raven has to head out and hunt for himself. He's used to having to do this, but his hunting attire could be a hell of a lot more practical. But a man's gotta eat, so he'll make do.

Anyone catching sight of him in action will find that he's an incredible shot with his bow. It's definitely a weapon of choice for him, and not just for hunting game. He grins, holding up his latest catch.]

Dinner's gonna be good tonight!

[Maybe he can be convinced to share with those struggling to make a living out here...?]

3 - caught in the storm

[All the touching up in the world can't save Raven's shoddy tent from the storm that rolls in. It gets completely destroyed, collapsing in on itself with Raven still inside. By the time he manages to scamper out to attempt to fix it, a particularly strong gust carries what little remains into the unknown.

Rest in pieces, tent. Time to seek shelter elsewhere, and quick.

Those in better-made tents will hear a voice outside their tent, shouted against the howling wind and rain. Should they investigate, they'll find a pathetic wet cat of a man out there, shivering and pleading.]

Hey! G-Got room fer one more in there?!

4 - wildcard

[Feel free to hit me up with something else or shoot me a DM at Arystar if you'd like to plan something! I'm totally down for any threads turning NSFW down the line. I don't have a prefs/kinklist up yet, but Raven is 35 and my general rule is 19/20+. I'm open to mmmost things. Feel free to ask me if you have something specific in mind.]

wildcard

[scythegun]

[Yeager awakens slowly. The first thing he's aware of is that there's a really shoddy tent over his head, and he has the completely inane thought of Droite's work isn't this dreadful before he blinks and finally realizes this isn't where he should be. He shouldn't be anywhere, given the battle to the death that just happened and said death being his own. Instinctively, a hand rises to his chest, skin meeting a completely different attire than the one he should be wearing.

(The blastia is functioning as normal, no sign of strain. He can't help but be disappointed.)

The next thing he's aware of is that he isn't alone. Yeager moves swiftly, recoiling from the body next to his, and instinctively reaches for a weapon that isn't here. His hand meets air, and his other hand grabs at the ridiculous robe he's wearing to tug it over the blastia and hide the damn thing from view.

Only... the person in the tent with him is one very familiar face.]

...Raven. Tell me you have some idea of what's going on here.

[Yeager's tensed and wary, like an animal caught in a trap. But his tone remains remarkably neutral, because this whole damn situation is so surreal, he has a hard time imagining this was somehow Raven's fault.]

Aurelia Sharr | 5 of Diamonds | OC (Current Character)

[aureliasharr]

Getting crafty

[Aurelia won’t lie, this whole experience is making her nostalgic. Camping beneath the stars, in tents no better than she can afford, with almost no real amount of supplies and surrounded by people she just barely trusts to protect themselves if something howling comes out of the woods trying to kill them.

Well, at least that last one isn’t likely to happen

Well at least she can occupy the morning hours with plenty of materials. Aurelia makes a beeline for the pile of materials meant for the new guests and starts steals a handful to shore up her god-awful tent. Then goes back and settles to start making a pile of clothes out of the remaining materials, she’s quite good at it! So anyone who stops by and needs a decent outfit can come and take one from her]

Apex Predator

[As much fun as any human can have wandering around in the woods, Aurelia will be feeling a little… undersized for the vastness of the vale’s woods. Yet she has the ability to remedy this! Soon after the staff have left them with the hint that there’s prey to be had in the woods, Aurelia will shake herself and begin to change. Fur grows out of her skin, her clothes vanish into shadows, and in a handful of seconds a wolf of truly dire proportions will be pacing around where she stood previously. Nine feet long and eight hundred pounds of muscles stalks off into the woods, eager to taste fresh blood.

Though she has no real interest in eating any of the prey she hunts down, the snoggleboffs she’ll carry back to the camp, dropping them in front of those few friends she’s made as a gift. Those guests who encounter her and flee in terror will be chased down and gently nudged back in the direction of camp, to avoid them getting lost. Those guests who act aggressively will find that a wolf guided with more than human intelligence is all but impossible to catch when on the run. ]

Lake Orgy

[While Aurelia has no interest in being caught in the middle of a wet and dirt covered orgy, she will admit to herself that she’s compelled by the idea of it. So after everything has gotten settled in she’ll slip away from the crowd singing around the campfire and stalk her way over to the lake. She’ll stop a short distance away, lurking in the shadows and just watch. Guests might spot her, the red glow from her eyes distorting the shadows around them as she indulges in voyeurism. ]

Wildcard
[Feel free to find me on plurk at Morgana9971 to plan out anything, or request a closed starter if nothing here catches your eye! Open to any of the prompts not listed here, including the monster fucking bloodmoon. Also feel free to wildcard any scenario that you can come up with, I’ll be happy to roll with it.]

Closed Starters

[aureliasharr]

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Phainon of Aedes Elysiae | Honkai: Star Rail | New character, returning player

[greatestworks]

I. THE WILDERNESS THAT'S STILL ASLEEP

Those communal ingredients? The Golden Peacock might appeal to vices like avarice, but virtues endure in abundance if one knows where to look. Take, for example, the makeshift community kitchen one Wildcard has diligently assembled at the central fire pit: first made out of the humble amenities of his own camp, and then, as ingredients were chopped over idle conversation, and, as more attention was drawn by the fragrance of chopped onion mingling with the sweet aroma of roasting pumpkin, these encounters yielded a few more contributions of tables and camp chairs.

It won't match the amenities of the higher-ranking players' campsites, but it's as close to cozy as it gets. In the morning, the snowy-haired, well-built young man quietly prepares a rather... experimental stew, combining jerky with autumnal vegetables roasted, then chopped and piled into pumpkins to make a hearty, savory stew seasoned with herbs, onion, and tomato. While eggs last, they're cracked over the stew to let the heat cook them through. In the evening, the tables are lit by fluttering tea candles in dingy jars. At the same time, skewers of grilled vegetables and fish (and, occasionally, some mystery meat) are offered to all who approach, for as long as the ingredients last.

The cook is the same young man, daringly stripped to the waist in a flannel robe, its even more daringly abbreviated hemline augmented by the fact he's allowed the top part of it to hang around his hips, the sleeves tucked into the belt. Spare him a word and he proves a ready conversationalist, with a mouth given to reassuring smiles and a pleasant demeanor, but it probably isn't his personality that draws people near. It's the food - camping is hungry work, and he knows his way around a kitchen knife well enough that even these humble ingredients transform into hearty, filling, and more importantly, tasty meals.

The downside? There are only two items on the menu at a time. Stew in the morning and skewers at night, and at either time of day, a pile of leafy greens, chopped onions, and sliced tomatoes for those looking for something a little more raw.

Don't think only those who proactively approach the 'kitchen' on their own can sample his cooking; when Phainon has a moment and can peel himself away from the fire, he rounds up a few beaten tin bowls and tracks down wallflowers himself. Firelight catches on the thin loop of gold tattooed across his chest, as well as what almost looks like a sunburst on the left side of his neck, partially hidden behind a strip of flannel (someone's lost robe belt, perhaps?) looped twice around his throat. His smile, however, is disarming when he pushes a tin bowl of steaming stew into waiting - or possibly unsuspecting - hands.

"I apologize for keeping you waiting," he says, even to those who might have never intended on asking for a taste, "Here, take this. Make sure to tuck in while it's still hot."

II. THE WORLD WAITING TO BE LIVED

...Or later, as ingredients run low, the rare moment when the 'community kitchen' appears to be not quite ready to serve 'customers', and the white-haired cook? Resting his head on one arm on the table, a small sack of foraged berries, mushrooms, and dubious tubers nearby. He seems entirely unresponsive, unless he's spoken to or touched, at which point he lifts a hand.

"We're closed," he manages in a wheeze. "Please... don't touch the berries."

But they look so juicy. How long has it been since you last had a snack? On the other hand, if those are the culprit, do you really want to end up doubled over at a table, looking (and probably feeling, if a glance at him is anything to go by) that feverish? Probably best to steer clear.

III. SUNSET EULOGY IN REAL-TIME

Due to some lucky twist of fate, Phainon had ended up with one of the tents intended for players of middling ranks. As such, he encourages those huddled under humble lean-tos to take shelter under his as the weather worsens. In fact, improvements to the overall structure continue even as the artificial sky 'opens' and rain begins to fall. He is digging a trench around the edge of his tent with a spade borrowed from the tool shed when it begins to come down in gray sheets.

The fire struggles at the edge of the shelter, as the downpour soaks the burning wood and begins to cool the glowing coals. Is it salvageable? Probably not, but at least the gutters Phainon has dug around the tent should redirect enough of the runoff that they'll have a slightly less soggy night's rest, right? Retreating into the shelter once the task is done, his white hair plastered to his skull and dripping, his flannel robe - absolutely saturated and weighing roughly five times what it did before - clinging to him like a soggy sack, and muddy up to the knees, he sets down the spade, combing his hair out of his eyes with his fingers.

Surely, he must be miserable.

"That's really coming down," he says brightly, "You'd better stay here until it lightens up. If you're cold, there should still be some of that hot cocoa? In that container there. Help yourself."

IV. WARM UP EVERY HEART

(AKA: 'there was only one bed' / 'body heat' prompt)

Night falls, and the temperature drops, making breath fog in the chilly air. Through the night, Phainon sits at the fire, feeding it what bits of wood he managed to keep reasonably dry during the rain. Flannel, once soaked, doesn't seem inclined to dry without being wrung out, so for the sake of his dignity, staying close to the campfire is the best he can manage.

But it might not be so easy for those whose shelters have been torn up by high winds or washed away in the rain. There's always a place by his fire for the cold and weary, and a bedroll free should someone be unable to keep the long vigil with him.

V. BLOOD MOON HALO

(Wildcard or reserved for blood moon fights; Phainon will not be transformed, but will attempt to rescue people in distress, or confront the transformed. If this is something you're interested in, please hit me up so we can discuss! I'm at peacheggplant or just DM this journal. I'll be slower to reply on Thursday and Friday due to RL plans, but I do plan on apping, come to my arms.)

I. (sprinkled with wildcard)

[anbu]

[The wind has picked up.

When Itachi appears at the edge of camp, he won't be a familiar face — he hasn't stepped foot on the crowded grounds since he first woke, not in any way he made visible. The weather is getting worse, though the sky above has only begun to darken in shades of steel, and he expects it will be a few hours until it opens up into rain. A time for inactivity. A time for careful survey before the camp comes back to life, before everyone is wet and rushing for cover from the storm. Before he is exposed to the elements as well.

Itachi sees the other man well ahead of the approach, but he chooses not to avoid the interaction, simply letting it happen as dark eyes fall to the bowl held out to him. One hand takes it; the right, revealing the glossy paint of his dark nails as he curls his fingers around its warm edge. The detail betrays how otherwise insignificant, almost shabby the rest of his attire is — black fabric cut and sewn into a makeshift robe with rudimentary skill, covering his body in a shapeless way so only the skin of his hands and face show. Even the neck is tucked high up on his throat.]

I've already eaten. [A lie, if his gaunt cheeks and tired eyes are noticed... but he did not see the food being made, and he doesn't know this man.] Have you? The one who toils over such a labor is often the most forgotten.

[And gently but firmly, he pushes the bowl back.]

yukari takeba 💘 persona 3 💘 new player.

[snipers]

does anyone know how to cook?( cws: mentions of parental neglect. )

[ yukari does!

it's not really a skill of hers that she likes to make publically known — it invites too many questions from nosy classmates. people yukari likes to keep at arms' length because the last thing she needs is questions about things difficult to explain without, well, explaining all the other things she didn't ever want to talk about. but when her mom was out late at night with some new dude, or she didn't bother shopping that week, or for whatever other reason she'd make up, yukari had to fend for herself. with the two choices being "cook" or "starve", yukari will cook, thanks!

she'd never call herself a chef or anyone with any kind of passion for cooking, but she's adept at it, quietly making a couple tasty dishes with the supplied ingredients: small, stuffed squash, sweet potatoes roasted in a cast iron pan, and some omeletes because why not?? ]

If only we had some rice, we could make curry... [ but it's just not the same without seasoning. ...still! she holds out a small plate to whoever's next to her. ] Here, want some?

[ that being said, if anyone needs a hunting buddy later on in the week, yukari's a crackshot with a bow and arrow! ]

the lake! the lake???( cws: theft??? )

[ after nabbing herself a pair of swim shorts and a bikini top (that could barely be considered swimwear in any decent society) that washed ashore, yukari thought that... maybe a dip in the water wouldn't be so bad? much better than the ice cold showers from that morning, that's for sure. she's only in there a few minutes before she shrieks, stumbling out of the water and grabbing her robe from the shoreline. ]

Wh— [ oh my god? what the frick, my dudes?? ] Something grabbed me!

[ later on, like later at night, she can be found absently picking through clothes left behind during the orgy. hey, those people aren't using them! she needs them!! her sense of decency is on the line??? don't judge her, please, she's desperate (but like, do judge her). ]

first aid tent!( cws: possible descriptions of injuries. )

[ being the resident healer of her group back home, the least she can do now is offer to patch some guests up. she might not be able to summon isis, but that's never stopped her from being able to heal on the field with just a touch. when the tent flap opens, she pops her head out with a bright grin and a wink! because god please let's focus on literally anything else that doesn't involve sex, god, please, just once. ]

Who's next?!

wildcard!( cws: will be put in the headers! )

( i'm so here for pretty much anything! i'd like to hold off on any kind of smut threads for now unless it's people she's familiar with because yukari just Be Like That. however, she will definitely be exploring the vale and i'd LOVE her to experience The Horrors, and really just chatting people up at every opportunity to gather as much information about the place as she can. if none of these prompts strike your fancy, lmk! i'd be more than happy to write a custom starter for you! you can hmu at gajalaka or by pm for plotting! she's coming in from just before the big battle in p3p, so yukari is 17 years old, and her old-ass permissions post is here!. )

mitsuki ♣

[snipers]

[ something's off; she feels drowsy, like she's had an extremely good night's sleep. yukari can't remember the last time she had such a sleep, not since awakening her persona, and definitely not before that. has she ever? it's hard to tell, especially as she drifts up from this deep, languid sleep that just wants to pull her down into its depths again.

it's too uncomfortable. the feeling of surrendering to the lull of sleep is strong but the scratchy blanket and weirdly-textured thing she's resting her head on do more to push her away from the comfort of unconsciousness. cracking open one eye, yukari realizes two things immediately: this is not her room, and she is naked.

suddenly, she's wide awake and feeling like she can run a fucking marathon on adrenaline alone. grabbing the blanket, the robes, and whatever else she can find, yukari scrambles out of bed with a loud screech. ]

What the hell is your problem?!

[ mitsuki's only saving grace is that this is, unfortunately, not the first time she's been in such a compromising situation. yukari can only hope a shadow is involved this time, god please let a shadow be involved she needs to hurt something. ]

Fushiguro Megumi | JJK | ota/new

[shadowdogs]

1. Camping tent

[The last thing he remembers is being properly knocked out by something he probably shouldn't have summoned. Did he die? Who knows- while he feels like death, the rocks, sticks digging into his sides (sleeping bag did not help), and damp air are telling him that he's currently fine. With a groan, he sits up and looks around. Three sleeping spots, including his own. One empty.

He tries to be quiet as he digs around for some clothes, finding none; it's at this point that he's frustrated with the stuff provided to make clothes that he's ditched the notion to remain silent.

He'll eventually settle down to make some sort of pants- and it's going terribly. You'll find him grumbling in frustration every time he messes up and has to redo the sewing.]

2. Gathering Supplies

[After the initial shock of this place, Megumi's decided to go exploring. He's heard the place is magical and changing, so his trusty companion is by his side at any given moment. He doesn't really need weapons, not even for fishing, but he takes a spear and makes his way down towards the lake and along the coast.

The Divine dog is going ahead of him, to the right, and slows down when he sees someone nearby- hunting? Fishing? He stays back so he doesn't spook whatever the person's trying to catch, and contemplates whether he should "fish" or go catch some snoggleboffs. How does one even prepare those things...?]

3. The Lake

[He regrets not staying by the bigger campfire. His own campfire is just fine, his fish is slowly being roasted, and it actually smells good, but- he may have fucked up by choosing to do it closer to the lake.

His shinigami, whom he didn't release still, raises his head when he hears people rushing into the water to skinny dip. A few others arrive slower and don't jump in immediately, and just watch. A squeak of surprise because that tentacle monster found someone's leg.]

So much for peaceful lake-watching...

[No, he's not joining in! ...]

4. Bad Weather

[He's not sure what happened to the tent he was in, but by the time he returned, the entire thing was destroyed by the wind and rain. He had finally released his shikigami, finding that the weather is actually the only enemy he has right now.

After some contemplation and grabbing some of the bags with supplies, he dips into the first empty tent he sees and starts trying to tie it down properly so that it, too, doesn't fly away the moment he's not paying attention.

Whoever's the owner of the tent will have an unexpected guest tonight...]

[ooc: If you want any other prompt/have an idea, feel free to ask for it/write it (especially if you want more spicy stuff with were prompts). Feel free to PM me if you have any questions. He's from the end of season 2, mostly because of spoilers.]

2

[hundredeyesoni]

[Tracking down the wildlife here should be rather easy, while keeping a not so metaphorical eye on most of his surroundings. It really should, and yet...]

Oh, wow! [Whatever Akira may have been watching by the water, he's scared it away on his own in his sudden excitement. But it's fine! He didn't need to catch it! Getting up, he turns towards the dog to keep talking.]

I've never seen anything like you, before! You're so cute!

[And looking past it to the other guest instead,]

So are you two friends?


[OOC: Akira's a youkai, so feel free to mistake him for a curse! He's more or less harmless though.]

Yeager | Tales of Vesperia | new player

[scythegun]

supplies

[Okay, so this certainly isn't Terca Lumireis anymore, as evidenced by the complete lack of monster attacks after taking three steps. Fantastic. Yeager's up and about early after a rude awakening with a certain familiar someone, and that means he is going to do anything he can to get his mind off of... all of that, really. And everything that happened back home. Yes, great plan, no drawbacks he can see. Yeager won't feel halfway comfortable until he's got a weapon in hand and and he's dressed appropriately... but the latter isn't happening right now. He is lucky enough to have one of the longer robes, fastened all the way up his neck like he's fighting the cold. The former is thankfully much easier, and he gets his hands on a bow and some arrows easily enough.

Granted, he'd rather have his weapon or a gun, but this makes hunting easier. And hunting is something he can do quite well, so he's wandering off on his own into the wilderness without telling a damn person about it. You can find him at various points hunting down snoggleboffs out here. His aim is quite good, though it does take him a few shots to truly warm up to the weapon; it won't take him long until he's got it mastered, like he's been using it all his life.

Or maybe you find him later, listening in about one of the current activities and looking profoundly disappointed.]

You mean to tell me "bear hunting" doesn't involve any actual bears?

[Aww man. :( How disappointing. He would've preferred fighting a bear over whatever weird sex game this is... Also for some reason he has a ridiculously thick German accent, don't question it.]

eye see

[Unsurprisingly, Yeager has wandered off on his own again. Also unsurprisingly, he's ended up in a certain cave. It's a truly fascinating place, and one he can't help but want to explore further... who knows what kind of treasure this place might have?? Abandoned places like this always have treasure worth grabbing, after all.

But it would seem his luck's run out today, given the giant black eye staring unblinking at him.

For once, he's completely still and silent, staring back unmoving. If you watch for awhile - or arrive late - you might even notice that he's trembling slightly, though what's causing it is unclear. Either way, he likely could use a hand...]

campfire

[Some time after arrival and more or less settling in here, as the nights are growing colder, Yeager can be found at the campfire. He has learned the joy of the art of s'mores making, but that really just means that he's setting marshmallows on fire and watching them burn. Still, if you happen to be nearby - or just watching the show - he waves a hand in greeting with a bright smile.]

How are you enjoying our little camping trip? Apparently it's quite different from the rest of this place, ja? What is it like?

[Please tell him all about your adventures, he is so curious.]

wildcard

( Hello! For the canon unfamiliar, Yeager is aggressively German, complete with an over-the-top accent (despite Germany not existing in his world) and he's likewise aggressively flippant and cheerful. He's coming in from after a very bad point in canon which may require a warning for suicidal ideation should that somehow come up - it will be warned for appropriately. He's also a little strange in that he is very picky about his clothes and state of dress; he will not want to remove the robe entirely even for smut prompts so please keep that in mind! I'm totally fine playing this out, but it will derail the thread or cause him to leave. With that said, I'm open to any prompt or wildcarding it and open to smut with anyone 19/20+. Yeager is ~35 and generally prefers mature partners. He's also got a kink list over here! Yeager will not be turning into a werewolf, but if you would like him to deal with your werewolf form, I'm down for that! Feel free to message me here or hit me up on plurk at pokerap! )

eye see

[murrmoire]

[ It's probably a bad idea to leave a guy who gets lost easily to his own devices, especially in the wilderness. Especially in a cave. Especially in a very dangerous cave, in which he spots a figure in the distance exploring and venturing further into. Is it that he's worried for this stranger, or is it that he's wanting to explore? It's likely a mix of both. Noé follows them in but isn't particularly sneaky about it. He's just quiet, taking in his surroundings and the stones around them.

But at some point, the stranger stops, and there's a large, unnerving eye in front of him. Noé feels himself tense up at the sight of it, but unlike Yeager, he's completely unaffected otherwise.

Which is why he finds himself running up to the man to see if he's alright. Maybe it's a good thing he came here, after all... ]

Hey! Are you okay? [ The gentleman seems to be shaking. It's obvious that the eye's done something to him. Clearly the answer is to shake Yeager himself, right. ] I really think we should leave...!

marcille donato / delicious in dungeon / new player

[picky]

⛺️ i. save her

[ wherever you're approaching from, some sex toys and a few bottles of lube will be littered in random spots within the woods. it's almost like someone had chucked them from their tent far into the unknown, hoping they could never possibly find their way back to their original location. (you can even be clocked in the head with one, if you want!)

if someone decides to follow the trail of necessities, they'll eventually be lead to the tent area where the newbies are. a girl with long ears, a long yellow braid, and a scandalously short, flannel robe sitting on her knees in the dirt. scraps of fabric are scattered around two large cuts of cloth, like she had very quickly hacked them into a uniform (?) shape. a closer look reveals that at this moment, she's frantically sharpening a wooden needle with one of the hunting knives.

suddenly marcille whips her head around to look at whoever's approaching, tears spraying from her eyes in a perfect arc. finally facing her, one can see that her hair is fraying from its once-perfect braid, her hands are balled into fists, and her eyes are bloodshot and puffy.

more fat tears roll down her cheeks as she blinks at this stranger. then she shoots an arm out, points her wooden needle at them, and shouts way too loudly: ]

Don't come any closer!

[ wow so scary. maybe she should have pointed the knife and not the needle. ]

🍳 ii. dungeon food?

[ considerably less scared than when she first arrived, marcille is in a semi-decent dress with capped sleeves, made entirely of denim. it's chilly this morning, so she's wearing her robe as a small coat instead. (it's a much better length for a coat than a robe anyway.)

she's huddled beside a large, decent campfire in the middle of a dirt clearing. on a large cloth beside her is an assortment of cooking tools and washed ingredients, mostly vegetables, a few eggs, and some communal bottles of olive oil and spices.

hungry? mad that she's hoarding food? she's preoccupied with her fire until a stranger approaches, at which point she'll give them an exceedingly wary smile. ]

Uh... Hi. Can I help you?

❤️‍🩹 iii. aftercare

[ who doesn't love subjecting a poor elf to your sex wounds? marcille has offered her health and human services at one of the medical tents. she may have a limited amount of mana, but unless everyone had their limbs sexily severed for some reason, it will take a while to completely deplete.

whoever comes to see her will walk out almost perfectly healed, but there is a big catch to it. it's up to you whether they hear the screams of pain from her tent before her last patient walks out, bleary-eyed but quickly and clearly fully healed.

if they decide to take the risk, they can meet her inside of the tent. she'll be standing near one of the benches and washing her hands in a nearby basin. after flicking the water from her hands, she takes a nearby towel to dry off and gives the patient a tired smile.

not tired (physical). more like tired (mental and emotional). she's not used to treating injuries from sex, and she's accepted that for now, her lot in life is to see more of them. ]

Hi. [ she nods politely. ] I'm Marcille. So, what's been bothering you?

🃏 iv. wildcard.

( bare bones permissions are here! just ask if you're unsure about something. marcille is fifty in canon (elves 🙄), but you can consider her as being in her early twenties. 18+ only for smut! )

iii

[gudakesa]

( this is already more than he can bear, having to ask for such assistance.

but arjuna sits with hands folded in his lap at first, obedient as the fitting image of a warrior with the patience to persevere through a task as repulsive as having to show his own weakness. it gnaws at him from the inside, unseen by the gentle woman before him waiting for instruction. it stops him from finding his words at first, this trepidation inside him for the humiliation he endured under the hands of someone who was able to take claw and teeth to him so easily.

so he tugs on a glove in an attempt to play it cool at first, completely unperturbed by the screams from where he's sitting before saying: )

I may have an injury that needs healing.

( yeah, no shit. )

Stelle (Trailblazer) | Honkai Star Rail | new player

[stellerly]

i. Night of Non-Existence
Arrival

[ There's nothing quite like having to learn how to sleep through broad daylight for months to help one adjust to sleeping just about anywhere. Of course, that broad daylight came with a comfy lounge, the quiet sound of voices, of water, of birdsong and occasional cackling, but what Stelle's getting at is, she's good at sleeping, now. An absolute pro. And no better at waking up than she ever was.

But there's something jabbed into the base of her spine and it's buzzing constantly in a pattern she can't quite make sense of, and so it's with great malice that Stelle finds herself conscious, wrapping her hand around whatever that is and throwing it as hard as she can at the—tent?? Wall??

She's never been so awake in her life. ]

Where...?? What....???

[ The vibrator is still vibrating, Stelle is no closer to having her questions answered, and there's someone else in the tent with her. ]

….!!! [ Her voice becomes a stage whisper. ]

Sorry, sorry, I'll just be leaving, my people need me.

[ No sooner has she wriggled out of her sleeping bag than she realizes she's had some wardrobe assistance. At least it's her color. She can worry about that later.

The vibrator is still vibrating, and Stelle is on her knees trying to unzip the three(?) layers of tent door to escape. It's going very well. ]

ii. Trailblazer's Homemade Meal

[ It isn't that Stelle doesn't possess discerning taste, it's just that she really doesn't care, or at least, not nearly as much as she needs to try everything at least three times. She's trying not to step on any toes, and mostly trying not to flash anyone, either, as she makes her way around the communal campfire cooking area, hollowed-out gourd stuffed full of meat and veggies ready to enrich some enclosures—er, get settled into the embers for to roast.

Frankly, she's unreasonably proud of this new culinary endeavor. She even foraged for some of the ingredients, herself!

They're probably fine! ]

iii. Veiled Moon, Ceased Sheen
the Body Heat Meme option

[ While she's seen some questionable, and creative, fashion come from the supplied leaves and leather and shoelaces and such, Stelle has clung desperately to the initial robe she woke up in. It's her colors! It's familiar, now! It's absolutely doing nothing to keep out the chill of the air!! It could be worse!!!

It's SNOWING!!!!

She's been here long enough now to recognize that not all Accommodations have been allotted equally, and she's...well, grateful feels like a stretch, but she's not going to look a gift Trotter in the snout that her tent is somewhat Mid. Mid is better than not.

She's also been here long enough to have a little better idea about what's expected of her. Of everyone. And she's no more thrilled by it now than she was initially, but it also means she's keeping an eye out for anyone else who might be...struggling. Not that she's going to be weird about it!!

Well, not on purpose.

But this evening sees Stelle huddled in a mid-range tent, door flaps open, wrapped up in her sleeping bag and viewing the campfire from the distance. She was really hoping for another cup of hot cocoa (she only had three!) but the weather had other ideas. The chill is biting and she can't help longing for the space heaters of Belobog. She'd tuck one in her sleeping bag with her, if she had one right now. ]

You good?

[ She calls out, if she sees someone hovering. She's not about to let someone freeze to death on her watch. ]

iv. It Had to Happen
I'm sorry if you thought I was better than this.
cw: transformation

[ Pink snow!!!!

Stelle's been watching the snow fall, and the moon rise, for some time. For too much time. It doesn't occur to her that she should be concerned, not yet, not with how many strange things she's seen in her short life, with how many things she's already seen on this kidnapping camping trip.

Hers is not the first of the howls, the shivers running down her spine and back up, her ears perked to the new chorus slowly building in the forest. Her are not the last, either, as transformation takes over her, round, fluffy ears appearing nestled in her grey hair, a long, bushy, black and grey striped tail growing from the base of her spine, claws forming on her feet, her hands...

Fur sprouts along her spine, across her shoulders, and her eyes glow even more yellow than before, reflecting the light of the fires, the whiskers sprouting under her darkened nose twitching with all the new smells, so many smells, her hands are empty, her stomach is rumbling...

And a young woman looking more like a raccoon than she has any right to takes off from her tent, bounding into the night in search of treasure.

If there is a single trashcan unturned before the night is over, it's only because she found herself up a tree, or cornered by something more determined than she...

But she'll be running around the camp, naked save for her new fur from partial transformation, until such a time as she passes out, or someone, or something sufficiently distracts her. ]

v. Wildcard!

[ catch Stelle around the lake making a bouquet of little umbrellas, carrying a big stick like it's a baseball bat, foraging mushrooms and putting them in her mouth with absolutely not a single thought in her head, drinking 6 mugs of hot chocolate in rapid succession... There are so many things I am interested in, and it's all of the things. All of them. ]

{ ooc: None of these prompts are particularly sexy, I'm aware, so if that's what you're looking for, let's chat! basic perms and kinks, brief info that Stelle is somewhere in her early 20s by all appearances, inexperienced but not ignorant.

Canonpoint is....post 3.4. But not fully into 3.5. She was catching her breath when instead she wound up here.

PM to plot, or hit me at asirensings! ♥ and feel free to swap to prose! }

arrival lmaooo but also if we can squeeze in body heat at any point i'm down

[menhulu]

[ dan heng is far, far too accustomed to these things happening, so when he finds himself waking up (to a buzzing sound) somewhere unfamiliar, he's not terribly surprised. the nice mattress he usually sleeps on is replaced by a sleeping bag, which is fine, but it's been quite a long time since last he roughed it. almost a year, now, come to think. far too long.

anyway, he hears rustling beside him, so dan heng sits up - only to be clobbered across the head by a vibrator almost immediately, so hard that he sees stars. yelping in pain, dan heng immediately presses a hand to his throbbing temple, hissing through his teeth. ]

What -

[ oh, but that's a voice. a voice he knows intimately well, even after so many months apart. his eyes crack open, luminous and visible in the darkness. ]

.. Stelle?

[ it's still vibrating.. ]

Henry of Skalitz | Kingdom Come: Deliverance II | New player

[horseliberator]

i. Not All Tents...
(are created equal)

[ Henry is no stranger to camping out, so despite awakening somewhere he has no recollection of, it's not strange at all to be roughing it on the ground with some hay and some cloth that passes for a tent. Were he with a proper party, or his Lord Capon, the tent probably would have been a little nicer but he's had to do with less plenty of times.

Usually he's alone save for his trusty horse and his dog, but this time he's got a ...tentmate? ]

Oh. Good morning. I, er....

[ Jesus help him, was he so wasted he forgot not only coming to this "camp" but bedding down ... a complete stranger?? ]

Sorry, but do you know what's going on?

ii. Getting Crafty

[ The robe is actually quite nice and comfortable, but not so sensible when you want to explore and find answers and probably talk to other people with some level of decency about you. And while Henry would darn the holiest of socks for Hans, he isn't actually much of a tailor. Getting his clothes from someone with the talent (or stealing them if necessary......) is far more appealing than making his own.

So he may look somewhat lost with the material before him. ]

I'm a blacksmith, not a tailor...

[ He's looking around, wondering if anyone else has more skill with this than he does. Or if anyone else is just giving up and going with the robe. ]

iii. Henry Knows How to Cook
(sort of)

[ Henry is useful to have around when supplies start getting low. Nothing like feeding yourself with help from a medieval sort-of-knight who's used to being on the road and also in the dirt all the time. He's set up a little station for himself with some foraged ingredients and also a nice cooking fire. Anyone coming a little too close or eying the stew he's making with any sort of interest is waved on over. ]

I'm nothing like a chef, but this will get you fed if you're hungry.

[ He sniffs what he's cooking and ... ok it's not fit for a noble's palate but it doesn't smell terrible. ]

Or do you need help with a fire?

iv. Skinny Dip

[ Showers aren't a thing in 15th century Czechia so Henry hadn't even considered them. However, the last time he went bathing in a lake, it ended really, really poorly. He also doesn't know how to swim.

So while he's stripped down without trouble, he hasn't actually waded that deep into the lake. It's just all on display there save for where his arms cross over his chest. He feels ridiculous, but that's not enough to get him to go any deeper. ]

This will have to do.

Wildcard

[ Honestly a lot of these look great so feel free to toss any prompt at me! I attempted last round but my internet died a most inconveniently timed death so HERE I AM AGAIN. Henry is 20s, very bisexual, and very friendly! But also from the 15th century. Please hit me up via pm or haurchefant if questions or plotting! ]

i

[blindforlove]

[Xiao Xingchen is also no stranger to camping out; however, he is also no stranger to waking beside an utter stranger at this point. Once a very thin-faced man who could be shocked stiff by the slightest embarrassment, he now accepts at least this as a fact of life. The cool outdoor (or "outdoor", he can't be sure) air wafting over them puts him in a more upbeat sort of mood, even though he yet again has no idea of what his surroundings are.

He reaches up to make sure that his blindfold is on correctly, before reaching to the side opposite of his new companion and touching the side of the bed.]

Good morning. Ah, I know this must all be very strange. How do I explain...?

[Only then does he realize that he's usually met people after they've started to realize what sort of situation they're in. This man sounds like this is the very first time he's awoken in this place, which is an assessment Xiao Xingchen can make because it was the very same case with himself.

He turns to the man with an apologetic smile, loose hair falling over his shoulder. Even if he's used to such play by now, he can still only think of how someone just waking up like this must feel.]

I suppose I should start with the clarification that we haven't done anything like you're perhaps assuming.

arthur lester ( malevolent ) new player

[heraldic]

CAMPING.
[ when arthur swims toward wakefulness, he realizes several things with immediate confusion: 1.) he has no idea when he fell asleep, 2.) he's laying on something.. soft?, and 3.) he can't hear or sense john in his head. his hand and foot are his own. his eyes, however.. are still utterly useless.

had he blocked it all out? had he said goodbye, sent john back, only to forget? no, there's no way. he wouldn't let himself forget, not a single moment of their time together, not for any reason. so how--? where is he? this is the dark world. there's no softness in this place, and no allies save for-- ]

Yorick? [ his voice is small, full of grief that he has no reason to try to hide. he is grieving, and he'll grieve for the rest of his existence here, however long or short it might be. john is gone, after all. whatever else is true, however it came about, there's no familiar voice rumbling through his head.

he curls john's hand against his chest, shuddering as he reaches out with the other, trying to make sense of the space he's in. it slides against fabric--sheets?--then.. bumps up against.. another body? his heart leaps into his throat, and he freezes, sightless hazel eyes wide in his stricken, scarred face. he tries not to hope, knows it's far more likely that he's in danger than not, but.. he can't help himself. ] --John..?


ON THE RANGE.
[ without john there to be his eyes and guide him where he goes, arthur's had to make do with more care where he steps.. and a long stick he's using as a cane, tapping the space in front of him to find obstacles. of course, that means that he's rather useless when it comes to a lot of tasks that require eyesight-- or at least more familiarity with navigating blind.

it's funny, really. he doesn't miss his sight--it was a gift to john, and he stands by that--but it certainly would be handy right now. for all that he's been blind for months (and months, and months? how long has it been now?), he's also had to be inconvenienced very little, actually, with john there constantly helping him move and describing the world for him.

still, he manages to perk up just a little at hearing people complain about the food running out, turning his head in what he hopes is their direction. ]

I can help you with gathering edible plants, if you like. [ he still hates the time he'd spent in the boys' brigade, but he can't deny that it gave him certain skills. ] Although I'll need your eyes to do so. [ he taps the corner of one of his own, mouth twisting wryly. ] Still, if you're descriptive enough, we can manage. [ of course, no one is john, but he can deal with this. he doesn't really have a choice if he's going to be here for the foreseeable future. ]


THE LAKE.
[ look, arthur's experience with lakes hasn't been.. good, especially not lately. still, this is all part of a-- a hotel, after all, and that means that surely it's safe here. right? right. so although he's wary, he slips cautiously off the pier and into the cool water, a hand still clutching white-knuckled at the wood so he doesn't get turned around or pulled further out.

.. oh. it really is a relief. it's so bloody hot, after all.

he's just beginning to relax and consider tipping onto his back when he feels something brush his ankle. at first, he thinks it's just weeds on the bottom of the lake-- until whatever it is slides up his shin, winding up. it's slipping around his thigh before he can even yelp, but yelp he does, kicking wildly underwater to try to get it off. ]


WILDCARD.
[ idk prompt him, i'll go with whatever. only really interested in m/m smut, and it's unlikely to happen (at the moment) with anyone but entirelymyown, but u never know winkwonk. some additional info about arthur is in his journal, but he is very scarred-up, and the pinky of his left hand is black wood, with black veins/roots extending under his skin probably partway up his forearm. PM if you have any questions!! ]

the lake

[entirelymyown]

John doesn't dream because John doesn't sleep. But he does daydream, and the effects of the strangeness here can effect him like others. He remembers the daydream he had in the hall of portraits, the one where Arthur was there, where Arthur came with him to the bath and the two of them-

Well, he doesn't sleep, so such dozing only lasts so long. It's why he doubts himself for a long moment when he feels a familiar foot, a tentacle looping around a familiar ankle. Funny enough, it's only when he starts feeling the fight against him that something actually catches in his mind and he looks...

And then he moves like a shot.

He should know better. He should absolutely know better. Arthur is a feral whirlwind of a fighter and even with his size and everything else, this is stupid, outright foolish, and if he's wrong-

He's not wrong.

"Arthur?!"

He isn't going to yank him under the water by the ankle, but he's certainly not letting go and there is very quickly going to be a pair of arms around him, holding him tight. Arthur. Arthur!

ferdinand von aegir | fire emblem: three houses | 2♦

[nobiliteatime]

[ 1 - morning wood 🪵🪓 ]

[ He may have been born into the lap of luxury, but never let it be said that Ferdinand von Aegir is not industrious. The projections of sunlight, suitably convincing for the atmosphere, have only just started to crest over the fake horizon. Most people are still sleeping in their tents, and so as to not disturb them, Ferdinand has relocated himself to a largely empty clearing, albeit one well within sight of various tents.

He looks like something out of a romance novel, that long, untamed hair of his billowing in the very slight breeze. With a hatchet in one hand, he wipes the sweat from his brow before grabbing a small log by the other hand and hoisting it onto a stump. His forehead and bare chest glistens with sweat, a simple pair of ragtag pants he's cobbled together himself held on by the flannel robe worn not over his shoulders, but tied around his waist in a loose knot. A loose, wet cloth hangs around his neck, water dripping in rivulets down his toned chest and abdomen. There are a few small, old scars that mark his torso, nothing particularly noteworthy. The only truly noticeable mark on his torso is the simple mark toward the rear of his shoulder: a faithful rendition of the Crest of Cichol, dotted with a single red diamond.

Axes are a weapon he's quite familiar with. Perhaps he's had less reason to use them as a tool, but there's still ample dexterity, and perhaps a bit of ostentatious flair, in how he twirls the hatchet by its handle in his hand before gripping it with both hands and bringing it down in one smooth yet sudden motion. Two nearly perfectly identical halves of a log fall from the stump, which he then nonchalantly tosses into a pile.

Quite a pile, in fact. It looks like he's been doing this for some time. ]

Not a bad start, I would say. Perhaps I have earned a break after all.

[ He unceremoniously plunges the blade of the hatchet into the stump, embedding it there. He then reaches for the cloth and wipes the dirt from his hands before bringing it up to his head, perhaps not having considered that he's not the only morning person out there. ]

[ 2 - mushroom stamp of approval 🍄💦 (cw: potential aphro) ]

[ As supplies have run low, Ferdinand has been quick to offer his services in tracking down more food. He'd been particularly keen on the idea of hunting down a bear to show his mettle, only to discover to his chagrin just what that word means in some contexts. So, instead of hunting, he's settled for foraging.

He's dressed much more sensibly than he had been before, a small golden-colored rope (scavenged from a set of shibari ropes, so it's quite soft) holding up his pants so that his robe can sit on his shoulders. His clothes are simple, with a few telltale signs of an amateur's hand at stitching, but even those small mistakes look like they were quickly addressed.

His broad frame is crouched low to the ground, his hand stroking his chin in thought as he looks at the bases of some nearby trees, where some mushrooms of various species have sprouted. ]

Hmm. Which ones are edible, which ones are toxic, and which ones are... something else?

[ He strokes his chin thoughtfully. It's moments like this where he particularly appreciates the green thumb and intimate knowledge of plant life that Bernadetta has, or the ability to miraculously survive ingesting some bad mushrooms that the Duke Holst Goneril has.

He reaches his hand out toward one, only to pull it back sharply. ]

Hmm. I beg your pardon, but you there... perhaps I could get a second opinion?

[ 3 - wildcard 🃏 ]

[ if neither of these strikes your fancy, feel free to suggest something in particular! all are welcome to appreciate the view, but as far as smut goes, i would prefer to keep things to m/f unless there's closely established cr. and of course, you're welcome to consult with Ye Kinklist. ]

1

[workingslacker]

[ Look, Cale is not a morning person because he wants to be awake. He can easily sleep for more than 13 hours a day if allowed. The children never let him, but he tries to roll over to attempt to get a few more minutes anyway What wakes him up is the sound of, you guessed it, chopping wood.

Honestly, his first reaction is to tell whomever it is to knock it off. There are people trying to sleep still. It's Cale. He is the people.

What brings him up short is actually the sizable pile of wood. How the hell - ]

Just how long have you been at it?

[ Whether or not Ferdinand had achieved sexiness while doing it is semi lost on Cale. He's sure that the man had completed the task just fine. ]

Jacintha Dalcarlo | Silver and Blood | existing player, new character

[tarotes]

"Her" Tent

Do you have a nice tent, complete with luxury items and heaters and plenty of supplies? Well, you also now have a roommate. Not assigned a roommate? No one told her. And well, perhaps you just have a cat. It depends on what seems likely to appeal to you. Either a voluptuous woman is just in your room, wearing her pink and purple gingham and nothing else... or you have a little black cat just sleeping there in a nest she's made from some of the supplies. Your choice.

Moonlight Swim

She's got her issues with the water but a lake is a very different thing than the ocean and she's actually rather keen to take a dip here or there if everyone's going to be out nice and late at night. The moonlight is just as refreshing as the water, after all.

Hunting

Most of the 'chores' involved are the last thing you're ever going to find her doing, but hunting the little furry beasties? That is what she considers fun. Whether you find her hunting as a woman or a cat is anyone's guess but she'll be quite easy to lure into the activity. Especially if you jingle something shiny in front of her.

As for bear hunting, well ...what do you mean finding a spot in the middle of the woods and slathering herself with honey isn't 'hunting'? It absolutely is. Now if a non-bear happens to come upon her and decides to enjoy the 'trap', who is she to argue?

Blood Moon

Unsurprisingly, Dalcarlo is hardly going to become a wolf but a werecat? Wasn't she... already there? But this little game will give her cat ears and a tail and a few cat features when she's in an upright and woman-shaped form. She didn't really need the urges to mate to feel moved to tempt people to enjoying some time with her but... who turns down a little extra ardor? Not her.

Card Readings

At some point, the whole wilderness aesthetic definitely loses its appeal, especially when she's missing something incredibly vital: thus ventures Dalcarlo into the shopping areas of the resort and thankfully what she needs isn't all that expensive. Thus she'll return to the camping area with a deck of tarot cards (albeit not her chosen deck, but she doesn't mind the porn aesthetic in the least) and her focus will be on breaking them in and getting them nice and shuffled. As a result, she may be willing to read for you... if you ask nicely.

Wildcard (Ha!)

[ She's a cat; she's going to find her way almost anywhere. Feel free to come up with something or ping me @ yarnzipan (plurk/discord) to chat! ]

tent with a slight wildcard twist

[swordpour]

it wasn't that hard for her to pass off at the start this unusual sighting, pets in the golden peacock? or what seemed to be, anyway. her prior experience with shapeshifting individuals had been with a certain fox guujin. though texas never mentioned it to her, she's sharp enough to understand that woman would have given her more serious consequences for her questions. it's only whenever she noticed things shifting around her tent that texas had found this unusual. her lodgings were decent, as expected really of someone on the cusp of royals for something on the more mid-tier scale. comfortable for a proper camping experience, but also spacious for her to have guests.

except, she started to notice how unusual her guest is. the wolf is often out there personally. food is still a necessity, and she's partial to meat for obvious reasons. which meant catching those critters that were mentioned by staff. that had been her intent, but whenever her clothes and other belongings were being shuffled around like she had a curious guest? well. she even would be more suspicious of it, the sharp instincts aside, she decided to play pretend and wait. straying far enough to seem like she's gone again to gather food and wood, maybe even fresh water, but not that far given texas had other plans.

she's quiet on a good day, even her worst days when she prowls back slowly toward her tent. those ears of hers aren't for show, they may not be moving, but they're alert despite the relaxed posture of them at the hints of movement. the scent of something, perfume? she wants to say she smells perfume and something feline in it. familiar and not. there wasn't too much of value that this unfortunate guest has, not unless her unintended "roommate" was looking for a cigarette or something sweet to chew on in a box of chocolate pocky.

or whatever her intentions were when the wolf lifts the flap and stares on in silence. nothing said, only scrutiny and a calm sense of her having a judgmental look in her eye for this from what she could tell of the movements outside in the shape of a person. in the shape of a woman.

"....not a regular cat, then."

unsurprisingly, her previous experience had taught her to not question people like miko and the things they're capable of. in this case, it's a woman capable of becoming a cat. oddities were something common in the resort. texas herself? she counts as one, having the features of a wolf while remarking to others she's human is certainly one such standout in her demeanor alone. it doesn't answer, however, how she found herself with a more curious guest than usual, since she knows by now when someone is new or not.

Acheron | Honkai Star Rail | Current Player, New Character

[emeinator]

I. Tents Out
A. Does Anyone Know How To Cook?

[The fire crackling brings a wave of nostalgia over the whole little setting. Despite still dressed in the flimsy robes the resort had so graciously given them, there is a warmth to the scene that warms more than skin. It settles in one chest as flames flicker.

For a moment, it would be easy to forget that they're stuck in some crazy sex resort.

Acheron is settled on a log, hands nursing a mug of hot cocoa as she looks into the flames. It's a scene that she is all so familiar with during her travels across worlds and galaxies. Still, she's perhaps feeling extra nostalgic as memories she still has clung to flit through her thoughts.] This is a strange place. It doesn't offer bare necessities one would expect, yet they seem to not want us to lack for the sweeter things. Peculiar...

[The limited ingredients versus the neverending cocoa and s'mores is kind of silly, but she finds it almost charming.

Nevermind the lack of proper clothes. She seems not too bothered by her state of dress. It's not like she can complain at the moment.] It's easy to forget that the sky we look above to is not real, but it is still quite beautiful.

B. Supplies Running Low

Do you intend to come with me? [Acheron thinks that if she had a sword, getting supplies would be easier. As it is, she'll accept a hatchet and axe for the time being. She could fashion something out of wood. It wouldn't be elegant, but it would get the job done.

She has no intention of waiting for supplies to run out. Even if her state of being is quite questionable at best, she knows many people here are very human. Staying idle would do them no good.] Let us go then.

II. Fire Going
A. Wood-Chopping Competition

[Cool is a kind of sexy right?

There's some clapping and whooping as Acheron stands, axe in hand, with a plentiful amount of wood chopped falling to the floor behind her. Did anyone ever expect an emanator of nihility using her skills to chop wood? That's not important.

Also, people see to be very awe'd despite barely seeing her movement as she chopped so much wood. Her standing with eyes closed in a cool pose is pretty sexy though, right?] I've completed your task.

B. Bear Hunting

[You're definitely being chased. You can't see it, but there's something akin to tension in the air. Every so often you might hear a rustle of leaves, but the source of it hasn't made themselves known.

It happens in the blink of an eye though. You'll suddenly find yourself pinned to the floor with the longhaired woman firmly keeping you pressed to the earthy floor. Despite it all, she doesn't look like she's out for blood or anything. She's just participating in the game, though she does find it a little strange that she's hunting people and not actual bears.]

There's no point in resisting. [One can feel the strength in her grip, even if it also feels like she isn't putting all of it into keeping her captive pinned down.] Do you concede?

C. Outside Camp

[Perhaps you were caught staring at the eye; unable to break free from its gaze. It isn't the most glamorous, but you'll suddenly feel a hand grab you and yank you back as though tossing you out of harms way. She didn't really think much pass the reflex of breaking your eye contact with whatever that eye belongs to.] Don't look at it again.

[Her brows are furrowed and she doesn't even give the eye a cursory glance. She had seen what it was already doing and she feels some foreboding energy from it. She won't ask what it has done by locking eyes with, but with the way you were frozen into place.] I apologize for the abruptness. We should leave though.

III. Wildcard

[Feel free to wildcard something if these options don't satisfy. You can PM me if you want a personalized starter and we can hash some details out for it. Thank you!]

1a!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[flamechase]

( it is less familiar for elysia, but the nature, whether real or man-made, is nostalgic, too. it reminds her of times so innocent, when she had been little, nameless, a young girl in a small village who wanted for nothing at all.

and above all else, sharing such a lovely moment with someone whose face lights a particular fire in her heart too is a blessing. everything else - this place, the reason she breathes with life again, the many unanswered questions, they're all second to this very moment. )

It doesn't need to be real to still leave an impression, does it? ( the same could have been said for the elysian realm, after all, made of data in all, she figures, this place might be, too. but hadn't they all been so very real still, with feelings and thoughts to be remembered? ) As long as it makes you feel something, then it's as good as real, right?

( asked in a way as though she's expecting to be comforted, knowing well it's coming from... not the right person, but it's close enough, perhaps. )

lenore / castlevania / new character, current player

[onlyfang]

act 1: home on the range

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( this isn't her usual fare considering her constitution, but it's not as if she can't enjoy it, so she'll be having her share anyway even if she knows full well at first glance that the supplies wont last.

she even helps with preparation every now and then, mostly around dinner time or very early in the morning, cutting up ingredients for a stew or roast and chatting idly like this is something she's always done.

but that sort of food can only keep her for so long. it is by no means filling, but what's a woman to do? resort to hunting her fellow campers to slake her hunger? too risky. she'd end on a stake before the day's end, and she's not much of a fighter like her sisters were.

her strengths have ever lie elsewhere, the delegated diplomat, and thus she will remedy her situation as such.

there's hot cocoa and a warm fire, and she's got no qualms chatting with whoever might lend an ear as she toys with a marshmallow by letting flames lick over it like the others have. seemed like they were making something with it? so she's trying. she'll even offer up her finished s'more for another to take a bite out of should they wish it. )

The stores of meat was pitiful to begin with. Do they truly intend for us to hunt our own?

act 2: the lake (potential for nsfw but also easily not)

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( for someone used to the tundra and ice, the growing chill might as well still be temperate. not that she doesn't miss the luxury of laboring hands warming a bath she needs not lift a finger for, but there are worse things than enjoying the still lake waters. a novelty she doesn't get to enjoy often in her region. so she's waded off to waist-deep waters, her robe hung off a branch somewhere to keep dry.

noise is too plentiful all around to call it a peaceful eve, the orgies this arrangement seems to have become and the merriment by the crackling bonfire is unceasing even in the later hour, but she doesn't seem all that fussed. if anything, she might even be people watching in the midst of her dip.

which means she hardly notices when those little critters make away with her singularly provided garment, only finally realizing what's transpired when she's made her way back to that edge of the lake to retrieve it.

well, then.

not that she's embarrassed, but walking about without anything for the sake of modesty probably isn't the best first impression she could make in the midst of strangers, so excuse her as she calls out from the waters.

promise she's not a siren here to drown unwitting sailors. no, no. different kind of fairytale. )

You seem like the generous sort who'd most certainly have spare cloth for a woman who finds herself in need of some.

( presumptuous? a jest? yes. )

act 3: call of the wild (nsfw)

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( the moonlit canopy makes for quite the hunting ground indeed, set like a stage with hunters plenty and preys few, the air thick with intent not too unlike bloodlust.

it's only a matter of time before someone like her gets caught. inevitable, even. the red of her hair splaying over the uneven forest floors as she's all but laid out on it with a gasp, haloed with the soft curls like she's laying in a pool of her own blood after being made prey to a successful hunt.

but there's no panic, no struggle, just the lift of dainty and unworked hands. gently, gingerly, keeping them within sight as to not startle or provoke the blood she can practically taste on her tongue with how hot it runs under those veins, bracing jaw and cheek with palms firmer than it might seem at a glance.

the hold of a mistress used to the handling of hounds, and strays ought to be tended to more carefully.

her coo is quiet in the shroud of night, soft and almost imperceptible over the rustle of leaves and nature. )

Poor thing, left out to the chill without bed nor leash. Who might you belong to, I wonder?

( spoken like she doesn't expect a real conversation, the simple musing to a beast no matter how human they still are, wondering aloud that maybe another might fill her in should there actually be a handler coming to fetch their pet shortly.

her hand even shifts, thumb brushing fondly over cheekbone as she hums, fully disregarding the fact that she still lays caught beneath, her robe in careless disarray. )

Because if no one claims you, I might just have to keep you for myself. I could use something to keep me warm as the nights grow colder.

NOTE      hiiii helloooo.. i really, really really wanted to write a woman that actually knew how to flirt and is kind of a menace because nei simply will not give that kind of content to me so here we are! fucking around and finding out.

to make things easy, i'll use nei's preferences as a guideline.

act 2, hi

[yoke]

[ everyone's been complaining the whole time about how they're roughing it and whining about the lack of beds and stores and spas, and wolfwood can't help but think everything here's been a luxury so far compared to no man's land. free shelter and food? wildlife? unheard of. he spends like ten minutes staring at the treeline and wondering if he actually didn't make it out of july in time and got caught in the explosion or something.

but what's even more insane than trees is the lake. an actual body of water just there, existing. unreal. he's so preoccupied with the novelty of it that he's able to tune out the orgies, squinting at the surface of the water as if he could see through its depths. at least until he's called out to.

he looks up with an inquisitive sound, spotting lenore in the water and... yeah, she's talking to him. he squints at her. ]

... They stole your robe? [ that's what she's saying right. sorry he's barely educated. he could offer her the one he's wearing, but unfortunately, wolfwood isn't that generous. still, he glances around before spotting something a few feet away. ] Hold on.

[ further down the lake is another group of guests mid-orgy, their robes discarded haphazardly over the bank. they're loud enough that they don't notice him taking one of them and he walks back down to where lenore is, handing her the robe. ]

furina de fontaine / genshin impact / returning character/player

[precipitous]

a. off the grid

[ Now, someone so esteemed as one Furina de Fontaine can't say that she has been one for camping nearly ever, and those brief times where she's had to hit the road and suitable accommodations couldn't be made at an inn, any bouts of "camping" were definitely on the end of the spectrum of the high-ranking tents. She's still rather naive in many ways, so she's expecting much of the same from this outing — so consider her shocked when she is assigned to a tent that is little more than a lean-to propped up against a particularly wide tree trunk with not one, but two sets of bedding. She has a cloth robe, a blanket, and a straw pillow to her name, and naught else. The, ahem, eccentricities of the resort are coming back to her.

Well! She can't let herself get discouraged so soon — or, at the very least, she can't let that discouragement bleed through to the bravado she wears like a fine coat. With a clap of her hands, she starts to attempt to prop up one corner of the tent that has collapsed, trying to tie it to a tree branch, but completing tasks that require height are not her strong suit because, you know.

She also doesn't have her little salon to accompany her without her Vision, but she is nevertheless still talking to herself as though they're listening. ]

Aha! If I use this root for leverage, and...a well-timed jump...

[ Don't let her parkour in a robe, it won't end well. Or maybe you're her tentmate, here to witness her problem-solving(?), or after the fact, when she's failed to tie up the tent and is instead leaning against the tree trunk with her knees drawn up to her chest. This is fine... ]

b. home on the range

[ While she's made notable strides to learn to cook more than macaroni noodles, Furina still has a ways to go in the kitchen, and so she won't be attempting cooking around the campfire. It does make her feel a bit...frustrated with herself, for her difficulty contributing in a significant manner. She can't hunt, and she only recognizes a few berries and plants that are safe to eat to gather and bring back to camp. Her greatest culinary strength is, as always, with sweets, and so she'll make do with what's available to her.

Which is to say, there is now a prodigious amount of smores lined up neatly on a log near the campfire, each one looking gooey and roasted to perfection. These delicacies are new to Furina, but she took to them like an oceanid in water, learning the art of the smore after a few demos and practice. And so... ]

Voilà! I've truly outdone myself this time, it simply must be said! [ Motioning to her...smore army. ] Please, help yourself! I couldn't possibly eat all these on my own.

[ She's really beaming, overflowing with self-satisfaction. Never mind that smores are one of the easiest things to make! You wouldn't disappoint her, would you? ]

c. call of the wild

[ When the call of the blood moon reaches out for her, Furina is drawn to the water. Even in her life after rebirth, Furina still holds the sea in her heart, always a part of her, and before she even realizes it, her feet are carrying her away to the edge of the lake. The blood moon reflects like ink on the ripples as Furina steps into the tide, heedless of the water's chill, like she needs it to breathe. Wading in until she's waist-deep, the blood moon transforms her into something like a glistening, luminous mermaid. A were-oceanid, with sweeping gills that trail from her arms and an elegant finned tail. Poised in the water, she's the vision of an ethereal siren, and while this transformation would ordinarily leave her with some complex feelings, those will have to wait. For now...

She craves company she isn't able to easily seek, bound to the water as she is. She'll simply need to draw others to her, something which she has made a practiced, refined art out of, so she parts her lips and begins to sing, a haunting, yet alluring sort of melancholy melody that carries throughout the campground.

Will you join her at the water's edge? For anyone who follows the sound of her singing and draws near, she'll continue to sing even when they're close enough to touch, reaching up to wind her slender fingers around their wrist. As her song finishes, she offers a demure little smile, some of her usual nerves resurfacing, but she is too close to getting what she wants to indulge them any further. ]

Come, join me. The water is exquisite tonight, isn't it?

[ And the moon, too. It'd be a shame to let either go to waste. ]

d. wildcard

[ Not feeling any of the above prompts? Feel free to wildcard me instead! Furina was previously in-game but it's been awhile so her memory will be hazy. Open to all 18+ and her kinklist is here. Also as an ooc note, I'll be traveling Sept 18-29 so tags will be slow during that time! ]

a.

[armwriostle]

[Just as Furina jumps, she'll feel an arm circle around her waist and being pulled against a firm chest.]

And what do you think you're doing?

[He saw a disaster coming a mile away, so he decides that it would be best to avoid such things. It's really for Furina's sake. He thinks that her ego would simply come crashing down if she were to fail so spectacularly. Though, now she's basically like a cat being carried in the arm of their owner.] You could just ask someone who can actually reach it than to try and attempt whatever you were thinking. I don't think it would have ended well. [Either she has the worst wardrobe malfunction or she eats dirt. Or both.]

mitsuki koga ― kinioto ― 5 of clubs

[altrock]

a. where the deer and the antelope play.

(so much for a normal experience, mitsuki didn't know how to react whenever she woke up this morning to being within what looked to be a shabby tent. the crappy sleeping bag, a backpack of her clothes, and nothing more. nothing more is something she wants to think until she spots the sex toys and lube again. her face goes from calm to twisted into disgust. the urge to throw them out of the tent is there, like she did once already, but she's refraining. knowing her luck, she'd wind up with it haunting her in some manner while she lifts the shoddily placed bedsheet at the front of the tent. it really did look surprisingly real, like during those times that she'd go roughing it with her uncle whenever they had some manner of shows to catch.

the positive is that she's used to camping, the downside? she isn't used to being alone. completely alone without him and the others. though waking up at the time to sharing her tent with someone else had been the bigger surprise. seems that the house decided she was to be greeted with the time honor tradition of awakening to other people in her space. not that she'll talk about it. not with strangers, especially not whenever one of them was nude at the time.

unintended roommate situation aside, she's gotta figure out something. maybe she can go looking around for other nicer tents? someone might be happy to let her help with things in exchange for her being able to properly eat. working for the meals of two people might even be a better idea, maybe, since wasn't sure if her partner knew how to cook. good intentions aside, it's a bridge she'll cross when she gets there before she notes how big the vale seems to be. do people get lost here? she isn't sure, mitsuki really can't say for sure. if you happen to be coming up on her, the teens spacing out and almost certainly not paying attention. enough that were you to reach out and grab her shoulder that she's going to almost jump out of her baggy flannel jacket from the surprise.

skittish cat 0, new person, 1?)

b. fine day for fishing

(fishing isn't something she's unfamiliar with, she's done it before. sometimes she'd get something big, other times? well, it didn't always work out as intended. someone had to hunt, and she definitely didn't want to risk going around trying the local fauna in hopes that something was normal and edible. which left, fishing. she can fish, surely the fish are also normal, right? it can't be any weirder than the goldfish during her own arrival and their insistent flirting and crude remarks.

her own still hasn't stopped arguing with her sometimes when she has company over, that's just something she can't change. much as she'd like to get rid of it, she'd feel bad. but enough about that, she's got to make sure she can survive. nothing seems to be biting, not yet, though mitsuki can be heard humming along to herself some manner of songs.

if you were looking to keep her company while she fishes, she does seem receptive to it.)

c. not so folksy songs.
note: please let me know if you want to deal with her guitars rng horny effect! f/f for any potential nsfw.

(tonight had been full of surprises, and not just from the orgy that she's pretending isn't happening at the lake. somehow her electric guitar turned up at the bonfire. mitsuki didn't think much of it, not even about how last time she played that something strange happened. not to her, but to someone else who managed to give poor mitsuki a proper scare from how much she was panicking. of course, she won't be talking about her one unusual experience. they chalked it up to aphrodisiacs and her learning at that point about the food being laced.

since she's here, awkwardly sitting and slinging her guitar to properly sit over her shoulder, why not play something? she can rock this bonfire while they all pretend that there isn't something as weird as an orgy going on at the lake. it didn't take her much to get her to sprint off after they were propositioning her again, like the last time she was in the tunnel of love.)

I don't think I can play many folk songs, you got any requests?

(she can check, right? not everyone is so musically inclined, but mitsuki doesn't mind. there's always something she can play herself without having to worry too much about it not fitting the camping themes.)

d. wildcard.

( if none of these prompts catch your fancy, then feel free to bring your own! i'll note that i'm slower for right now due to a pet injury, but i'm open to the horrors for anyone wanting to. i'll pass however on the orgy, mitsuki is 17 yrs old and is f/f only for anything that can get nsfw. gen as always is something i'm happy to do. if you'd like to plot something, i'm always open to pm's or being reached out to on plurk at entropist any time! )

c; gen!

[laserguy]

[Scott is totally on board with just sitting by the bonfire and ignoring the weird orgy that's going on by the lake. Not his thing, thanks. Plus, there really is something kind of comforting just sitting by the fire, even with a stranger, and--]

Wait, is that an electric guitar? That's awesome.

[There's genuine surprise, but there's no hiding his smile as he looks at her. Of course he would be into that kind of music! He doesn't know anyone back home, or even really here, that can play that instrument, so this feels pretty cool, honestly. And she's taking requests? Well, if she's asking...]

And uhh, know anything from Metallica? Or Led Zeppelin?

neuvillette | genshin impact | new character, existing player

[arrainment]

home on the range;

[ well, there isn't exactly much to work with here, but he will make do in what ways he can - and by that i mean he's fishing. he's fishing, quite a lot. not only is it a calming activity that requires peaceful quiet, he's also quite good at it.. so good that he's carrying a good seven or eight good sized fish toward the central fire pit, lashed together by their gills. he lifts the bundle of fresh fish, then sets it onto a nearby small table. ]

I take it this is sufficient enough to prepare meals for several people?

[ they're big enough that they could definitely feed quite a few hungry mouths, once filleted and grilled. hmm. perhaps he can cobble together a light sauce or glaze from some of the edible berries..

thinking about proper food preparation is far easier than dealing with whatever the hell is going on here, tbh. ]

the weather turns;

[ at night, however, it is nearly impossible to avoid the crashing thoughts.

or it would be, if it weren't so bitingly cold. as a water dragon, neuvillette runs cool by nature, which means that he's quite chilly tonight, even wrapped up in a thick blanket by the fireside. his hard gaze focuses on the flames while his head swims, the reality of this strange place truly beginning to settle in. he must find a way back to teyvat as soon as possible, but as yet, all avenues have turned up empty. everyone he has spoken with have had no realistic answers for him, no way to return home.

the fire, too, gives no reply, offering only comforting heat in the face of his melancholy. it takes a moment for neuvillette to even realize that he has begun to shiver beneath his blanket. ]

.. ah. I suppose it is best that I turn in, for now.

[ before his hands freeze right off of his wrists. ]

blood moon;

[ the water's call is ever in his ears, beckoning, pulling him home, but tonight the whisper is even stronger still. the night is quiet, lit eerily by a large red moon, but neuvillette is unbothered. after all, he is going home.

he steps across the snow without concern for his feet, making directly for the lake, his body changing beneath the light of the moon, and by the time he's thigh deep in it he has changed entirely into a creature of scale and fin, his long hair shaken free as he dips beneath the surface. it's frigid, but somehow it does not bother him, not tonight, not in this form - instead the water is a comfort, ensconcing him entirely, hugging his body and tail like a lover. truly, he has never felt so euphoric.

just how long he swims escapes him. hours, like as not, the water dragon spends streaking beneath the depths, exploring the lake in its entirety from end to end. how easy it would be to forget everything, his life, his responsibilities, and simply stay here always, in the cool embrace of pure water.

drifting back to the surface, where the moonlight shines pink, neuvillette resurfaces at last, drawn by the sound of movement, or a nearby voice - something, someone. sharp eyes watchful, he pulls himself up onto the flat surface of a large stone, the lower half of his tail remaining submerged, flicking back and forth beneath the water. ]

wildcard;

[ tweak any of the above prompts, or come at me with something new! happy to plot or write closed starters as well, 18+ for potential smut. ]

wildcardish weather turns to blood moon??

[precipitous]

[ ...She got lost.

Really, it only started out as a little stroll through nature before the sun began to set and the weather began to turn, and while Furina could have sworn the campground was not far off, it takes her some time before she's at last wandering back to the edge of their little summer camp civilization, shivering quite heavily herself. She only had a thin jacket on when she set out, and what's more, it's one she sewed for herself while at camp. Her skill with a sewing needle is decent enough, but she's hardly equipped to make her own wardrobe.

Needless to say, she's quite cold and drawn to the fire's glow like a moth to a flame, trotting up quickly and crouching down next to it so she can stretch out her hands and urge the feeling back into her fingers. ]

Ah! Pardon me for my abrupt manner! I was caught unprepared in the woods, and —

[ It's only then that she at last glances up and sees who it is at the fire's edge, relief sweeping onto her features in an instant. ]

Monsieur Neuvillette! I hope I didn't worry you. My jaunt became more of an extended hike.

[ But she looks no worse for wear, and her smile is sincere as can be. ]

Dodger | OC | 3♥ / Current Character

[smokedout]

i. City Boy in the Woods

(a) [Dodger has never been outside of the city before. Well, not long-term - he's moved from city to city and briefly traveled through smaller towns, but the woods is entirely new territory. Even if they're clearly still indoors, it's the closest he's ever gotten to the real thing and he feels distinctly out of place.

And worse, his sleeping arrangements are insulting, worse than something he'd expect in a tent city. The only thing he can give the staff credit for is that he doesn't have any of his belongings with him, so there's nothing to steal, but he's not putting up with this shit. So before anything else, he's going to be tracking down anyone with a high rank, and conveniently running into them with the hope of scoring a night in their tent. He honestly doesn't care how often he has to do this, and he almost doesn't care how they want him to earn it, but he's not sleeping on the ground.]

(b) (cw: murder + cannibalism) [Worse than the sleeping arrangements, though, is the scarcity of food. Dodger grew up food-insecure, and hasn't entirely shaken it - he will do literally anything to avoid feeling hungry. And in this case, that means hunting down far more accessible meat, since he doesn't trust himself to successfully catch any of the small game.

He has the vague notion that it's probably best to aim for the long-standing guests (or very unfortunate staff), but there's nothing actually stopping him from targeting other characters. The only limit he has is that he won't go after anyone he's met already. He's picked a hatchet as his weapon of choice, but if it breaks he's pretty confident in his ability to kill someone with his bare hands, and even more confident in his ability to butcher them into something resembling normal meat.

If he has met someone before, well, he likes everyone he's run across to some extent or another. So he doesn't mind offering them some of his spoils, although he'll be careful not to mention what exactly it is. Still... there are no large animals here, are there?]

(c) [He's not exclusively eating people, though. There are fish to catch, and while Dodger is useless with a rod (he's used to more industrial set-ups) he does know how to clean a carcass and most of his experience there happens to be with fish. So he'll find people who have already caught things worth eating, and just sort of... appear next to them. He likes moving invisibly from place to place, and he doesn't mind startling people when he turns visible again.]

Need a hand? I'm pretty good with turning those into usable meat - I can show you, or just do it.

ii. Anyway Here's Wonderwall

[Despite his love for music, Dodger hasn't actually touched a guitar in a very long time. Still... they've been on his mind, and he can't resist the siren's call when he finally runs across one. So it's common throughout the camping trip to find him either near the bonfire or near whichever tent he's staying in that night, playing whatever comes to mind. It's mostly music that is very old for his time period - The Beatles, Nirvana, Scorpions and yes, even occasionally Wonderwall. Frequently he just plays the guitar without singing, but when he does his voice is deep and growling, and betrays as much genuine love for music as his playing.

He's likely to stop playing as soon as someone approaches, especially if he's already preoccupied with maintaining his image around them. But not everyone - and while he's fairly observant, someone watching from afar isn't likely to stop him from finishing a song.]

iii. Call of the Wild

(a) [Every time there's a cold snap, Dodger can't help seeking out anyone who needs warmth. He can feel the cold, but there's no pain associated with it, and his body temperature always keeps him comfortably warm. Other people aren't as lucky, and he's doing whatever he can to make up for it. This is the only time he isn't seeking out high-ranking guests to sleep with - they have heaters, and the lower-ranked guests don't.

Especially once the wind picks up, he has his eye out for anyone who's really struggling. He doesn't know anything about reinforcing tents, but he can teleport to catch one that flies away and he can add extra support by, well, being inside of it with its owner. He's very heavy, it will definitely help.]

(b) (cw: possible dub/noncon + guro/vore) [And of course, it wouldn't be Dodger if he wasn't constantly tripping into every effect that could possibly make him wolf-like. His transformation happens quickly - wolf-like ears and tail, clawed fingers and extra body hair that feels more like dog fur than anything else. Really, the wolf instincts barely feel any different than his normal personality - hypersexual and violent - but he does see the opportunity to seek things out that he can blame on the transformation later.

Not everyone he tracks down will experience the worst of it. He may even occasionally approach from the front and let them see him coming first, and if so he's willing to talk, although his focus is always straying toward the body of the other person. But the one thing the transformation is loosening is his willingness to go easy on people he likes, so anyone has the possibility of Dodger suddenly appearing behind them in a flash of flames and heat, pressing against their back, running his claws over them and resting his head on their shoulder so he can breathe in their scent.]

iv. Wildcard!

[Feel free to toss something else at me or come plot with me at necromantica! Also, Dodger comes with a lot of possible CWs but pretty much all of them can be avoided upon request.]

2 shhhh

[finethanks]

( It's music that draws Eichi closer to the tent in question. Still only in a blue gingham flannel robe (one a little too short for his comfort), his steps are cautious over the rough ground of the campsite, both wanting to avoid injury and avoid spooking this stranger from stopping his song. But he's not very silent, despite himself, and as he accidentally kicks a rock, it sounds like the music has stopped. His eyes meet Dodger's in a surprised flick of his glance upwards, one arm holding his robe closed and the other held out for balance. But he straightens himself with a thin smile, ephemeral despite the scenery. )

Ah, I didn't mean to startle you. You don't have to stop on my account.

( Carefully, he stretches another leg forward to step over some of the scattered things from various other tents, looking to place himself even closer to Dodger's. Politely, he touches his free hand to his own chest in a quietly earnest gesture. )

Fufu... I was just thinking that it's a nice sound, that guitar, and that strong voice. ♪