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TDM 011

【 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.

NAVIGATION • LOG • NETWORK • OOC • MEME

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

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.)

[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.]

Edited (i'm dusty) 2025-09-16 03:47 (UTC)

[ As someone who has spent the better part of a century trying to write the hopes and wishes of others on his heart, to carry those with him into a bright future, he knows the many faces of man - the way they wear their needs whether they mean to or not. Phainon also knows the delicacy of trust, how reluctantly it can be placed into another's hands, how swiftly and easily it can be broken.

There is a fastidiousness whispered to him about the tidiness of his nails that is entirely at odds with his shabby, voluminous cloak. Maybe he reads too much into it, but first impressions matter; the one the gaunt man gives is one of someone who shields himself proactively, from both view and acts of kindness.

He smiles, a thing that slants awkwardly when a gurgle interjects from the region of his own gut. It broadens again as he tips his chin down, chagrined. ]

'I beheld the shadow of another, and there found the shape of mine own.' [ he recites, without explaining himself, ] I see you're a cautious man, and these are strange times. Forgive me for failing to introduce myself. I'm Phainon, of Aedes Elysiae.

[ He has yet to withdraw the offered bowl, steaming between them. It's the other hand that motions towards a log where someone has thrown a blanket. ] I won't insist, but it's bad for digestion to eat alone, and that- [ he adds, nodding his chin towards the sky, ] -tells me I might not have the opportunity until next Entry Hour.

[Phainon of Aedes Elysiae. That introduction and manner of speaking belies a civil politeness he hadn't anticipated to find, and his cool expression does not change when he receives it, though his gaze briefly lights onto the indicated seat. He is being invited to share a meal.

The way those words a spoken, Itachi wonders if he is meant to hear them in another language — if there is something to the nature of this prison that means he can understand each person he speaks to, no matter how clearly they bear the markings of another world. Another place in time. Is there an Elysiaen language? If so, how does it sound when it compares such shadows?

... Overly friendly. Courteous. An extension of trust where it's undeserved, because Itachi doesn't move yet. His stillness is almost unnatural, uncanny.]

If you wish to exchange information, I am not opposed. [His voice is low and quiet, turning like a displaced shadow toward the log at last, though it's only to stand beside it, holding out the bowl again.] Take your meal. I will prepare my own.

What hour is your 'Entry Hour'?

[ He's not wrong to think so - those lines come from the memoirs of a poet from Castrum Kremnos, reflecting in the sunset of his life on the influence a rival had on the path his life had taken. That proud people valued valourous death over returning home in glory, and their library was filled to the brim with such tales.

As fond of poetry as Phainon is, this isn't the sort of conversation that invites debate and analysis of literature. As though emboldened to continue by Itachi's unnaturally unmoved poise as it gives way to action, he prattles on, at last accepting the bowl extended to him on pale, slender fingers. ]

Haha, I forget that I am an outworlder. I meant the period when people usually rise from their beds. Please, pay it no mind.

[ Deftly sidestepping a more explicit explanation about what, frankly, matters little to him and less to his present company, Phainon lowers himself to the blanket-covered log to turn the spoon in the bowl, hunting down a chunk of softened pumpkin. He doesn't sit on the log, but rather, reclines as he uses it as an armrest, crossing one ankle over the other. ]

As we're exchanging information, let us meet as equals, [ he pauses, adding a little more pointedly, ] I've given you my name.

OOC NOTES

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

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