TDM 011

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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.

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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.]

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[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.]

[shadowdogs]

[To say he's immediately on alert would be an understatement. He can't sense any curse energy coming from the person before him, but there's definitely something wrong, and his shikigami only confirms it by darting over to his side without removing eyes from the guy.

His brain needs to catch up because it was mulling over too much; his shikigami is cute? He glances at the Divine dog, who is slowly curling around him (it is three times Megumi's size), waiting for a single word or motion from Megumi to charge.]

Kind of, yes.

[...can you be friends with your shikigami if you have to fight them? Then again, he did get the dogs without having him to subdue them.]

He's been my companion for a very long time.

[hundredeyesoni]

[As the dog rushes back to the boy it came with, Akira raises a hand as if about to ask it to wait. But.. Ah.. Well... He's used to animal types running away...

More importantly, there's something odd about the pair, that hadn't quite registered before they'd moved into place like this. That dog's spirit energy... It's on both of them, isn't it? The signs don't seem to point to possession or anything...

Hmm...

Well! Then the only option is cheerfully approaching to carry the conversation on!]

Can you tell me more about him? What breed is he??

[shadowdogs]

[Perhaps if he didn't emit the aura that's so similar to a curse, the wolf wouldn't have blinked twice at him. Maybe even allowed the guy to pet it.

But there's definitely something there that's out of place just enough to keep both Megumi and the wolf on guard.

...breed?]

...it's not a regular dog, or wolf. It's a shikigami.

[Revealing one's hand, huh? Good thing. If it turns into a fight, he won't be at a disadvantage.]

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[entirelymyown]

[ John hasn't been in his tent very much at all, but he still stops by because it's his and because he's never entirely sure if there's something he should be doing with his accommodations. Thus he's a little surprised to see not just anyone there, but someone he doesn't know and didn't actually invite in.

...John's ideas on 'private' property are questionable, given he was taught by someone who has a distinct 'I'm in an adventure game' philosophy around taking what isn't nailed down if he needs it, but this is still a little odd. Thus when he enters the tent (well, pokes in: his tent is tiny): ]

Oh.

...hey.

W-who are you?

[shadowdogs]

[When he hears footsteps, Megumi shifts so he's fully pressed against the side of the tiny tent so that there's space for the other person to enter. He doesn't like that he has to invade someone's space (he doesn't like sharing to begin with), but he can't go out in this weather to look for a new tent.

Hopefully... he won't be kicked out.]

Fushiguro. [He points with his finger at an empty spot where another tent was,] My tent got blown away while I wasn't here.

I didn't mean to take your tent, only to wait out the weather just enough so I can go out and set mine up again.

[entirelymyown]

[ Oh. Well. That makes sense. He nods. Honestly, he's taking this pretty peacefully. ]

That's fine. You're welcome to stay here as long as you like.

[ He's not really using it. And he'd rather someone have shelter than not. He glances towards the storm, frowning a little over his shoulder before turning back. ]

John. [ Since he hasn't asked, but might as well offer it. 'John' is large, with darker skin and dark hair shot through with strands of gold. Gold is the color of his eyes as well, not to mention some freckles scattered all over him in odd configurations. Inky black tattoos cover his shoulders and partially down his forearms, visible as he gestures but mostly covered by the gingham. ] I could help you set up the tent when we find it. Would you like the assistance?

[shadowdogs]

[Fushiguro nods, geniuenly appreciating the offer, even if his face still contains a bit of the grumpiness (it's not towards the guy at all, but at this place in general). And even if he's not the friendliest guy around, he's still perfectly polite.]

Nice to meet you.

[He doesn't sense any odd energy coming from the guy (read: cursed energy), so Megumi's guard isn't all the way up, nor is he feeling on edge after he takes in how the guy looks. It's not Mahito, so everything's fine in the world.]

Ah. Sure. I never actually used a tent before.

[Camping wasn't something he took part in.]

3

[oversize]

( there's something oddly nostalgic about all this--it feels like some kind of proper summer vacation, the sort of thing that he's sorely lacked for most of his life: where everyone is laughing, warm and pleased, and there's little to worry about besides the stark drop in temperature when night hits over the lake. although he's not particularly keen to start stripping out of his clothing just yet, he watches the group that plunges into the water at a distance, his hands stuffed into the front pocket of his sweatshirt; he could be coerced to join them, but there's something about the whole spectacle that makes him want to wait, first, as though he's pushed a little too far down into his own feelings.

camping and fishing and roughing it aren't really activities that he's drawn to, or activities that he's ever experienced--he'd had everything practically handed to him, back on the gojou clan grounds, and even at the school, he's hardly been worse for wear.

he's reminded, instead, of someone he'd been close to, in this place: someone no longer here, who would enjoy all this far more than he does.

maybe that's why he's hanging back, a distant smile splayed out across his face--maybe that's why it takes him a moment to pick up on the scent of it. a distinct lure of cursed energy, something vaguely familiar, something that has the six eyes working with distinct clarity to pick out the source. his head turns, tilts, and rather than see megumi, he sees the shikigami--their gazes meet, and the shikigami's tail beats against the dirt, and his brows lift in silent question.

there, beyond the glow of the small firepit, is megumi. he looks about the same as the last time he'd seen him--there's a flood of relief in his throat, but rather than spook him, he makes an obvious, immediate jerk towards the fire, lifting both of his hands out of his pockets to offer a wide, double-handed wave. his sunglasses sit perched on the bridge of his nose; he doesn't bother to peel them off. )

Look what the cat dragged in~. ( he calls out, warm and amused: hard to say whether megumi will remember him, or not, but a part of him is hoping. hoping he won't have to explain, again, what happened, or that the megumi he knows is a small, squat little thing in first grade with stubborn hair and stubborn eyes. )

Did you make this for me? ( as he approaches the fire, one hand points out towards the fish that's cooking--the other hand pats down onto the shikigami's head, ruffling up its fur between its ears, comfortable. ) I'm flattered, Megumi. Where's the rice~?

[shadowdogs]

[Megumi's been on high alert since he woke up, and the presence of the dog is the proof of it. He's been actively checking everyone and everything for cursed energy and anyone from home would've called him crazy if they saw him. But- nothing. There was nothing in the morning or around the camp he woke up at, or even at the lake where he was.

Until now. It does take some time for him to pick it up but he senses it before he sees the guy, too. And when he comes into the clearing - he looks young. So much younger. No blindfold to cover every inch of those eyes to keep them hidden. It was Gojo from that unforgettable moment where Megumi was, admittedly, the most stubborn brat of all, and Gojo was a complete unknown and puzzle to him.

And not only is he young, he's not locked. There is a visible shock on his face when Gojo joins him and pets the dog, talking casually about the food, and for the first several beats, Megumi can't find the voice to answer.]

No rice. Just fish...

[His answer is slow, tentative, as if he's stepping on the uneven ground and waiting for a mine to blow him up. Because this HAS to be some joke. Trick? His eyes dart to his shikigami, who is happily(?) swishing his tail around whilst receiving the attention. There's no way the Divine dog would remain this calm if this wasn't Gojo Satoru.]

How...?

[Just. HOW. Everything how. He doesn't have to explain the details that this place makes them do, but this insane time discrepancy?! HOW?]

[oversize]

'No rice, just fish'... ( --comes the repetition in a voice that sounds hardly like megumi's, deep and sulky, overdramatized; his hand rubs at one ear of the shikigami, then the next, smoothing his fingers out to tap it playfully on the nose. ) Is he always this grumpy, or does he just hate camping?

( the shikigami offers him no answer, and he doesn't demand one, either: instead, with a warm smile, he takes a few steps closer to the fire, first to inspect the fish roasting there, and then to find himself a suitable seat in the dirt near it. naturally, the divine dog gravitates towards him, tail swishing in comfort; he pats the spot on the ground next to him, as though in offer.

a spectacular thing, really. he hadn't known what to do with megumi: he hadn't known whether he should bother heeding the words of the man he'd killed, hadn't known if it would be better or worse, seeing someone with potential sold off to the zenin clan. from what he'd heard before, it sounds like he made the right decision--to take megumi into the school, and under his own care, instead. to see such a strong shikigami already means that megumi has great talent; how many others has he already mastered?

with another faint smile, he tilts his head towards megumi, watching him past the crackle of the fire. )

You mean 'how' am I like this? ( his shoulders lift, and then fall with a breath--still, his voice is patient, steady. )

I'm not the me that you know. Well. I mean I am, but I'm...from your past, I guess. It feels weird to say it that way, but...The last thing I remember is being in school. Your past is my present. Pretty weird, huh?

( he lifts a hand to give the divine dog another gentle pat. ) That's just how this place is.

bad weather

[gurge]

[ as a mid-rank guest, Getou's tent is — pretty spacious. hammered down well enough to weather most inconveniences, the only real struggle Megumi will find is getting the door itself shut again as wind and rain whip it this way and that. behind him, lights offer a warm glow, and Getou sits there with a bowl of stew in one hand and the display of his watch in the other, clearly flabbergasted by company. ]

[ well, company he was not expecting, anyway. ]

Um, [ not the most graceful start, but it is forceful enough that it's intended to catch someone's attention. when Megumi turns to look at him, Getou's expression... ]

[ shifts, a little. it's far from the first time someone's barged in on him like this, but something about this guy... ]

I'm not going to kick you back out into that weather, but I hope you don't snore.

[shadowdogs]

[...something is definitively off.

Megumi stares at Geto for a very long time, almost not blinking or saying anything, as if he's trying to process what the hell happened. He knows for a fact that he regrets dispelling the Divine dog because not five minutes later, he runs into someone with cursed energy.

Someone who can use cursed energy. How (un?)lucky for him. The guy's pretty good at hiding it because he didn't sense it before entering the tent and being literally ten feet away from the guy. A mental note he should start doing that too.]

...I don't plan to stay long. [His tent is gone, and he could just dip out of the tent and into another one, but- this curiosity will kill him one day.]

1/2

[gurge]

[ something about this guy's face........ ]









[ really pisses him off. ]

[gurge]

[ but Getou is the kind of person who at least tries to not let his emotions cloud his judgment or control his thinking, and a person who can manipulate spiritual energy or access some kind of otherworldly power are a dime a dozen in Golden Peacock. Megumi doesn't register as anything out of the ordinary to him, and yet there's some niggling annoyance there that feels unfounded, even in spite of the somewhat rude intrusion. ]

[ comically, lightning flashes beyond the tent's warm embrace immediately after his words. in the silence that follows as he only watches, thunder rolls in shortly after. it prompts Getou to shrug his shoulders, pointing his spoon at the empty sleeping bag on the other side of the tent, lantern and dinner between. ]

Suit yourself, [ a relief, for some reason, ] but there's some more stew in that pot there, if you want. Don't drag rain in everywhere.

1 good job making pants

[drugsnotclubs]

[Alright, Shinjiro is already appreciative that his arrival wasn't this. While the best first clothes he'd been able to find were obscene bootyshorts, he at least didn't have to make them?? How do you even make pants, anyway. You can't just do straight lines, people have asses.

Anyway.

He'd been watching the guy fumble around, give up, and now bitch to himself about his sewing before finally offering a useless suggestion, indicating that he is, indeed, awake.]

Some kinda skirt might be easier.

[He lazily shoves himself up onto an elbow looking at the shit attempt at pants. It's better than anything he could do, at least??]

Or maybe just wrap it around like a towel. You'll still be more dressed than half the people here.

/ThereWasAnAttempt

[shadowdogs]

[Any arrival is probably better than this one. Although he'd probably make a fuss about having to wear bootyshorts as well if that was the only other option.]

I don't wear skirts.

[That includes wrapping the cloth around like a towel. How is he going to move around like that without it falling off? Sewing it IS a skirt so-

-back to sewing he goes. The pants look like they will be several sizes too big on him, but it's fine, he'll tie them up around the waist with some more cloth so they don't fall off of him, and it'll be OKAY! Maybe.]

Why do we have to make clothes anyway? I was more than fine with my uniform.

bronze star u tried

[drugsnotclubs]

Fair enough.

[No skirts, understood. Even if it means taking forever to make a single pair of pants. No clue what the underwear situation is going to be, or how soft or coarse that fabric is, but this guy can make his own choices.

At the question, he rolls over on his back, one arm tucking up underneath his head and the other hand out in a dismissive gesture.]

You got me. Everyone shows up pretty much naked, from what I understand. The place is usually a big gaudy hotel, so it isn't too hard to find some clothes, but I guess we're doing some kind of outdoorsy theme right now.

[As if to make Megumi feel less badly about his lots, he'll offer some comisseration.]

At least you woke up free. I was leashed to the floor in some kinda sex dungeon.

[in hindsight: kind of funny, even if his tone and Inflections never change to hint at that. But at the time it had been pretty alarming.]

You need a shirt, or you gonna make that, too?

wildcard

[dullknife]

[The only reason Nanami is here is because, over the last week or so, more and more people have disappeared into the Vale without returning. From what he can gather, they've all "gone camping." It's possible, but it makes him uneasy. He needs to see for himself what's happening inside.

It's overcast when he enters, a thin mist of rain in the air—not enough for an umbrella, which he doesn't have anyway, but it leaves little beads of water on his jacket and makes his skin feel clammy. He pockets his tinted glasses because all the tiny droplets are impeding his vision.

He's on the lookout for two sorcerers in particular, but as he comes to a clearing in the trees he finds another. One he doesn't expect, one that he hasn't seen in over a year now.]

Fushiguro-kun, I didn't realize you were- [here? back?] -here. Are you all right?

Nanamin :D

[shadowdogs]

[After talking to his tent-mate(?), Megumi was determined to find these "walls" of the Hotel that the guy claimed were there. If it's a wall, it can be broken, right? He doesn't know how, he can't summon his ox (...for now), but it's good to know stuff about this place. So it's mostly him and his divine dog, keeping an eye out for weird-smelling plants.

Coming out in the clearing, Megumi was sure he was getting closer to what he was looking for- until he heard a voice that he was told he wouldn't be able to.

Gojo warned him about time shenanigans, the guy in the tent too, but it's still not nearly enough to prepare him for seeing Nanami alive. All the color drains from his face (he may actually be staring at a ghost), and he gapes at him, trying to comprehend it.]

I'm- I'm fine... [you're not, you're very not fine.

He needs a moment.]

[dullknife]

Good.

[That's definitely a... pronounced reaction to seeing him, though. It tells him two things. First, it's unlikely that Fushiguro recalls meeting him here before or spending any time as a statue. Much like when Ieiri reappeared; she'd had no memories of this place either. Second, he must be from a similar point in time—or farther, who knows. For the obvious reason of where his own personal timeline cuts off, Nanami can only roughly place him as far as the attack in Shibuya.

He stops before reaching his side, close enough to be clearly visible while leaving a few meters of space for comfort. Understandably, this might be a lot to process.]

I'm aware I'm alive when I shouldn't be. This place exists in defiance of both death and time.

4!

[hinoikazuchi]

[ as if the day wasn't stressful enough, now there's Weather(TM) to worry about?? zenitsu holds his hands over his head as he rushes back to his tent, as though that'll protect him from the rain falling from the sky, and he's relieved the moment he sees his little bubble of protection (not much to look at, but sturdy enough and better than anything else he's used to).

until he hears someone rummaging around inside.

zenitsu skids to a halt and nearly eats dirt as he slips, scrambling around for something to wield in front of him. his stick from earlier in the day is still there so he scoops it up and holds it out before slowly advancing. ]

I-I know you're in there! I don't have anything to steal so there's no use looking!

[shadowdogs]

[Megumi stops his fiddling with the ties of the tent and attempts to keep whatever's propping it up in place when he hears someone call out. Right- he hijacked someone else's tent because his was blown off. He's also probably the reason this one hasn't flown away yet because his weight is keeping it down.

He lifts the flap so he can look outside, looking unperturbed, and only a smidge apologetic (it's not his tent after all).]

I'm not stealing anything. I'm keeping this one from being blown away as well.

[And as if to prove his point, the wind rips out one of the shoddy tents in the vicinity and sends it into tree canopies, the shoddy wood that kept it propped up flying everywhere and narrowly missing Zenitsu's head.

Megumi also doesn't look like he's going to leave the tent he's saved so...]

[hinoikazuchi]

Keeping it from what--

[ before he can even finish questioning the validity of that statement a tent goes whipping by him, sheer instinct making zenitsu duck just as a tent stake goes whizzing over top of him. had he stayed upright the chances of him taking the stake straight to the back of the neck were pretty high, which leaves him looking pale as he stands back up again. ]

Oh.

[ well.

he drops his stick and trudges the rest of the distance toward the tent, stooping to peer inside and survey the work done so far. there's room for two of them, anyway, and zenitsu did wake up with someone else in the bedroll beside his own so it's not like they'd have to share anything other than the space...

he sighs and crawls inside, kicking off his makeshift shoes to leave them as close to the flap as he can without having to abandon them outside. zenitsu doesn't move far, just peels off his sopping wet plaid robe to shove it into the corner so he isn't dripping all over the bedding.

zenitsu plops down on top of his side of the tent and stares at the stranger in silence as the wind howls outside. ]

So you're definitely not going to kill me, right?