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【 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!

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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!!

[intertwinedfates]

[Ever the overly exuberant one, Yato fails to take into account his victim's possible aquatic limitations as he tries tugging the other man into the water with him, at least until Esikko comes right out with it. Only then does he cease trying to get him into the drink with him, letting out a soft "aaaaawwww" moan as he paddles up alongside his annoyed target.]

I could teach you! It's actually really easy once you get the hang of it. Bodies naturally want to float, after all.

[And he's not just saying that because he's lighter as a god!]

[loosestrifes]

( Relieved at the release of his ankle, he lets out a heavy sigh. The water isn't too high where he's fallen, along the edge, but Esikko still looks incredibly nervous about the aspect of being in it. He pushes himself back to his feet, slowly, shakily, staring down at the water covering his lower legs. )

Easy for someone with better lungs or stamina, I assume... What are you going to do if I struggle to stay afloat?

( Of course he has objections, even if the feeling of the water is rather nice, compared to the sun. He lifts a foot experimentally and sets it back down, testing how the soil feels beneath. )

[intertwinedfates]

[Propping himself up halfway out of the water like a mermaid, Yato peers up at him curiously, head tilted slightly to one side. Swimming seems like such a natural thing for him, being a god and all, that he finds it hard to believe not everyone has had the chance to learn.]

You don't need much, especially not for floating and paddling about. And if you have trouble, I'll hold you up! I can swim and do that at the same time. Easy.

[He extends a hand out again, smile warm and encouraging as he gazes upon the other man.]

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[greatestworks]

[ Yato intercepts Phainon just as he's wheeling about to face his incoming attacker; as the other man's arms pin his to his sides, he continues that circular momentum, only to dig his heels in as he throws his entire weight at the ambusher, seeking to unbalance him - or send them both stumbling backwards into the rough bark of a tree.

Either way, there's going to be a struggle. The man is stripped to the waist, his flannel robe folded over and knotted securely at his hip, feet clad in roughly-woven sandals strapped up his calves with sturdy plant fiber. Wound around the man's throat is a length of flannel - possibly someone's discarded belt from their robe - barely obscuring the angular tines of a sunburst tattooed in shining gold in his skin.

Broad-shouldered and rugged, Phainon has him in height and bulk, but Yato has the advantage of surprise. Doubly so, as Phainon identifies that brush against his nape as... something much more affectionate than he'd been anticipating. ]

Aren't you confident. [ There's bite to the hard consonant at the end. Phainon doesn't relish the ambush, but part of him takes to the struggle with the relief of stretching away an ache. ]

[intertwinedfates]

[Clearly Yato's underestimated his prey this time, both in terms of size and strength, because getting whirled around like that has him laughing in joyous surprise as they crash into a nearby tree, leaving both scratched and lightly bleeding.

But it's not enough to dislodge the god; he may be more slender than his opponent, but there's distinct muscle to his frame. He hasn't been a war god for a millennia for nothing, after all. He's also spent those years learning how to sew, so his own clothes actually look relatively normal and presentable compared to those less skilled: a pair of makeshift pants to go with his own robe and expertly made sandals allow him to exert quick footwork to spin them around in an attempt to pin Phainon to another tree.]

Sure am~! How about you? Do you like your chances?

[Again, he goes in for his neck, trying to nibble on the skin there before the other man can reverse their positions once more.]

[greatestworks]

[ Where the bark has scraped him, Phainon's skin weeps in beads of liquid gold. He scarcely seems to have noticed, or the abrasion has simply breathed life into the burgeoning fire in his veins. The sheer, wiry strength in Yato's slightly smaller frame is remarkable, even Phainon can't help being a little impressed - but only after he wheezes when that crash into the tree trunk knocks the breath out of his lungs.

He's strong.

The huff of his exhale is just shy of a laugh, the corner of his mouth twitching into a smile. It's all too brief, when the scrape of his teeth does nothing to discourage the energizing effect of this surprisingly competent attack. The war drum beat of his heart is all too responsive to the accursed allure of a worthy opponent; much as he'd like to claim otherwise, it feels good to have a challenge.

Being trapped like this, however... he can't say he cares for it.

Suddenly, Phainon snaps his head back, and if Yato isn't careful, he might get headbutted hard where it's sure to smart, if not bleed. ]

--Just fine!

[intertwinedfates]

[Ooh, fascinating--! No wonder he's found himself a challenge - this isn't an ordinary opponent he's picked on. A more normal, sane person might be having doubts about now, but Yato finds nothing but the thrill of danger running through his nerves. He wheezes from the blow against the tree and half coughs, half laughs again.

He wasn't expecting much in the way of resistance, but honestly this beats an easy catch any day of the week.

Although he isn't expecting that sort of sneaky attack, so having the Phainon's head crash into his own elicits a yelp and makes him let go, stumbling back several paces with a hand coming up to the broken skin which is now seeping blood down his face. Tch... What a damn shame. Now he's gonna have to get cleaned up again!]

So I see... Good for you!

[With tail swishing behind him and ears pointed forward, he rushes again, although instead of trying to pin the other man down, he decides to try snagging his wrists in order to pull him close into a backwards roll and throw him over behind him.]

[gurge]

[ it doesn't surprise him that the person lingering below Yato's and observing all of this is someone he doesn't recognize — or perhaps even remember. it was Getou's own sleuthing on the resort's intranet that connected the username to Open Season, to dating profiles, to anything else he could find that put a face together with a name that meant night. ]

[ it's a compliment, probably. a good memory, but he doesn't bother remembering uninteresting people. ]

Wahhh... [ a few claps. ] That shot was truly amazing, Yato-kun.

[ but his smile looks a little fake. ]

[intertwinedfates]

[Well, now this is certainly interesting. Yato's fairly certain that he hasn't met the fellow he lands beside, but clearly he knows him? Maybe from the network...? It's possible he missed putting a name to a face; he may be a god, but even he has oversights now and then.

Still, he's not about to dismiss anyone he doesn't know out of hand. Though that tone seems to indicate that he's being a little less forthcoming in the sincerity department than Yato would like, leading him to pout a bit.]

If you think it was a sucky shot, you can say so, you know. I won't take offense. It's been months since I had the chance to use any kind of weapon.

[That's the excuse he's going with, even if it wasn't a bad shot in reality and he's unlikely to get that rusty that quickly.]

[gurge]

Hm~? Oh, no, I genuinely think it was a good shot. I only toyed around with archery for a few weeks and I wasn't able to accomplish hitting a target from that far.

[ which implies he... thought he was going to be able to, which is just downright presumptuous. it does beg the question, though, if he isn't being facetious about the skill being displayed, then... ]

Shall I walk with you to fetch the poor thing? It might make a good late afternoon snack...

[intertwinedfates]

I'm sure with enough practice you would've been able to. It's not something one usually develops an affinity for overnight.

["Usually." Things are different for gods, though, especially war ones like him who were born to fight. Although...

If not his skill, then what precisely was he critiquing...? It's enough to make Yato frown in thought. This man is already a mystery and he's not sure where to place him on the map of personalities. Some folks are easy to read; not so with him. He's an annoying enigma.]

If you'd like. I wouldn't mind the company. And you're welcome to some, of course.

1!! smooshes yato

[trulla]

[ Hunting is not on Keqing's normal agenda of things to do back at home, but then again, waking up in a sex resort is pretty out of the ordinary, too. Even so, she's at least somewhat knowledgeable on the matter, as she's done her research on the profession and even partook in it to better understand the need for it. Here, it's a lot simpler to understand why it's necessary, what with supplies being limited. Hopefully the gentleman with a good aim is doing this out of the desire to share with everyone, and won't plan on keeping his spoils to himself.

Perhaps she's a little too interested to see if he'll land a hit on that snoggleboff, too...his skills are rather impressive, after all. Unsurprisingly, it's a walk in the park for him, and her eyes are a little wide with how impressed she is at his prowess. That's all she needs to see to satiate her curiosity.

But then he's jumping down and landing right next to her. Oops. Caught in 4k. Keqing tenses up and muffles a startled gasp; she clears her throat to give him a proper response. ]

Keep the hunting tools? Doubtful. I get the impression that they'd like to keep us at least relatively safe so we can continue to partake in their activities.

[ Unless, you know, people are into that sort of thing, but they've probably got stuff on-hand for that, anyway. She puts her hands on her hips and looks up at Yato. ]

Good aim, by the way. That's not an easy shot to land.

ehehe

[intertwinedfates]

[Once he lands beside Keqing, he's all smiles despite them not knowing each other. After all, what is a stranger but a friend you've yet to get to know? Nodding at her question, he can't help a soft sigh following. Yeah, she's probably right. This place doesn't want them armed, generally speaking. Hell, he's surprised they were given any at all for this adventure!]

Yeah, likely they don't want us fighting each other or the resort itself.

[Personally he would be kinda into that, but really, you can't do knifeplay with a butter knife from the restaurants!]

Ah, thanks! I'm kind of impressed I managed it myself, seeing as how I've been unable to practice for months now... I was worried I'd gotten rusty.

[trulla]

Likely not. Unless people are...into that sort of thing, I suppose.

[ Given how the resort operates. Surely knifeplay is a thing, but that's neither here nor there. (unless it is. looks at yato.) Either way, she feels the same in that a friendly face is not unwanted around these parts, despite her colder demeanor. She's not as expressive as he is, but she's at least sticking around for a chat. That's a good sign! ]

You'd be surprised what you can retain if you've had enough experience, but I get it. I'd also be afraid of getting rusty if I went months without getting practice in.

[ ... ]

Months, huh... That's how long you've been here?

a mix of 2 and wildcard?

[goons]

[Rude is nearby fishing when he notices someone skinny dipping not too far away. He doesn't mind the company as long as he's not obnoxiously loud or splashing too hard. If he scares the fish then it doesn't matter how many bugs he finds to use as bait, nothing's going to bite.

Still, he has enough fish for dinner, he doesn't really need to catch anymore. Maybe lounging in the water is a better use of his time. Who knows how long they'll get to have this before the resort transforms back into the stuffy (yet luxurious) prison they all call home now. Rude reels in his line and sets down his fishing rod near his bucket of fish and bait before coming to a running jump into the water.]

This is nice.

[intertwinedfates]

[Thankfully Yato is (generally) polite enough to keep his splashing and antics to a minimum when others are nearby, thus preventing too many fish from fleeing the scene before Rude manages to catch enough to satisfy himself. He doesn't even mind when the other man decides to join him as well, only grinning as he paddles up to him with a friendly wave and a nod.]

It is! It's actually kind of nice and refreshing to have the freedom to swim around like this. We didn't get to back on the cruise ship. Damn boobsharks.

[Honestly, it's a wonder there's nothing more than the friendly sea beastie in these waters given the craziness from before....]

[goons]

[Rude treads water easily, finding it refreshing after having worked up a thin film of grime from roughing it the past couple days. It's the closest thing to a shower he'll have because the shower stalls and toilets are disgusting. He'll wait until this whole camping thing is over for a proper soak.

In the mean time, this is fine.]

The cruise ship had a buffet and bar, though. And a hot tub. [Rude tries not to think too fondly about it, instead appreciating the things they have in their favor this time. Like the freedom to roam around in nature and the challenge of sustaining themselves.]

Did you do a lot of camping before all of this?

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[relentlessbeauty]

[Though he isn't an enthusiastic outdoorsman, Vil is never one to shy away from doing something that needs to be done. So, when presented with the problem of dwindling supplies, he picks up a fishing pole and bait box before going to find a fishing hole.

He's in the process of walking by Yato when he sees him sighting something, blinking when he manages to hit a small creature a significant distance away. He raises a brow at his comment.]

You seem like an excellent archer. Wouldn't you know at least the basics to make a bow of your own, if you can't obtain one here?

[intertwinedfates]

[Honestly, that's a very fair question. One that Yato takes into consideration as he runs a hand along the bowstring, plucking it a couple times before deciding on an answer.]

Hmm, well, yeah-- I mean, making one would be easy enough. I just always figured they'd get confiscated or otherwise get me into trouble with the house. I've heard some horror stories about what happens when you misbehave, and I'm not keen to experience them myself. I mean, it's bad enough when you don't play ball with their little sexual escapades, right?

[He glances at Vil with his fishing gear and indicates it with a point of the bow.]

I mean, it's one thing to try weaseling out something like that, which might hurt but is generally not very dangerous, versus an actual weapon.

[relentlessbeauty]

...I suppose it's also a matter of your rank. It seems pretty clear that the higher ranked guests have advantages over the lower. Including getting away with things.

[But Yato raises a decent point, comparing the fishing pole to the bow. Vil looks at the kinda shabby equipment and shakes his head.]

You haven't ran into trouble already with the staff, have you?

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[hinoikazuchi]

[ he's never usually the one in charge of cooking back at home, tanjiro's much better at it than pretty much anyone he's ever known, but he can hunt. he's fast, he's deadly (when he wants to be), and hunting a deer is way less scary than hunting a demon. unless they have really big antlers then there might be a problem.

the little hand axe he found would have to do. though no extension of his body like his sword would be, it's better than any long ranged option. though, speaking of long ranged...

zenitsu comes to a standstill as he watches someone... kiss... and whisper sweet nothings... to a bow. ]

...I didn't see anything.

[ he's just gonna go-- ]

[intertwinedfates]

[What it says about Yato that he doesn't seem to mind someone coming across him making overtures towards a weapon of all things is a mystery... But at least he's not pissed or embarrassed? If anything, he just laughs and grins, cradling the bow in his arms like it's his baby. Spotting Zenitsu, he gives a little wave and hurries over before the poor guy can get too far.]

It's great, isn't it?! Real weapons! Even if they're a bit shabby... Still! Nothing else quite like it, huh?

[You were nervous, my guy? Don't be too scared when he drapes an arm around your shoulder.]

[hinoikazuchi]

[ listen the only person he's ever seen be this kind of obsessed over a weapon is tanjiro's weaponsmith but that's a whole different sort of special that man has. ]

Haha. Yeah. It definitely feels kind of weird not to have one.

[ if zenitsu is tense, it's no longer about the scene he'd witnessed, nor is it the fact this stranger has his arm draped around him. rather it's the feeling of the man, the strange timelessness of his melody that's setting the hair on zenitsu's neck on end. it's not threatening, necessarily, not yet, but it's unknown and as deep as a well.

deep breath in, slow exhale, don't be nervous even though he has a weapon-- ]

Please don't be offended! It's probably a weird question but if you don't mind me asking, what are you!