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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!

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

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

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wildcard

[scythegun]

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

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

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

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

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

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

[reallyfishy]

[With how tiny their crappy little tent is, the two of them are practically on top of one another when they awaken. The sudden shift rouses Raven from his own slumber.]

Mmngh...?

[He feels heavy, like he's been asleep for a while. Man, when was the last time he slept that good?

"Raven."

Wait. He shouldn't have been sleeping. He should've been with the others in Zaude. And that voice. That voice doesn't make any sense.

Finally, Raven's body catches up with his mind and he rises in a similarly swift motion to find himself face-to-face with the man he just watched die not hours ago.]

Yeager?

[He replies hoarsely, hardly able to believe what he's seeing.]

I-- [His eyebrows furrow in further confusion as he takes in what Yeager's wearing. He looks down and finds himself in a similar fluffy robe, his own blastia safely hidden from view. From there, he takes in the shoddy tent just barely hiding the two of them from the elements. None of this is familiar. None of this makes any sense.] I ain't got a clue.

[So what's a man to do in a situation like this? Quip, of course. His gaze drifts back to Yeager, and a wry smile plays on his lips.]

Cheatin' death again, though, huh? Ain't you an unlucky bastard.

[scythegun]

[He is not thinking about practically cuddling with Raven, thanks!! He'd also like to not think about the rest of this, but rather unfortunately, Raven's just as clueless as he is. Yeager's eyes drift around the tent as Raven gets his bearings; his hand on the robe loosens since there isn't really much of a point in hiding the blastia from someone who's already seen it. The core glows a soft red as always, as though it had never shut off in the first place.

There are some rather... questionable things in this tent, but Raven's quip is by far the best distraction Yeager could ask for. He glances back over with a humorless smirk.]

The unluckiest, it would seem. I take it you haven't died recently.

[Granted, there is no way that this is hell, otherwise the Don would already be wringing his neck, but might as well rule it out entirely.]

[reallyfishy]

[God. Raven hasn't even seen the sexy supplies yet. His eyes are drawn to Yeager's blastia as soon as it comes into view. If Yeager's anything like him, Raven's sure he hates any sort of acknowledgement of it. But he can't help himself. It really is a heart blastia- shaped so differently from his own but with the same accursed purpose. Even if he had his suspicions, he never expected to confirm that he's not the only one out there living like this.

Or, well, he would've been the only one again if not for whatever is happening now.

Unfortunately, or perhaps fortunately for Yeager, Raven's own blastia is mostly out of view. Only a small part of the casing pokes out from underneath his robe. His hand drifts up toward it before stopping part-way.]

Nope. [And for once, he doesn't follow that up with "unfortunately".] We hadn't even gotten that far after fightin' ya.

And I'm guessin' yer blastia didn't miraculously start back up after we left.

[After all, Yeager seems to be as surprised about being alive as he is.]

[scythegun]

[Good, keep it that way, we do not need to acknowledge those!!

His eyes do flick down to Raven's chest when the other man's hand rises, and linger on the part of the casing visible for a moment too long before he corrects it. He had his suspicions about Raven, of course, but to have it so blatantly confirmed is still...

Well, it doesn't matter right now.]

I would be a bit disappointed if Alexei had killed you all.

[It's dry, though not exactly a joke. It's not like he really has faith that this ragtag group of kids, a dog, and Raven will manage to stop that man. Still, if they can, it'll be best for everyone.]

Ja, correct. Like I said, no more tricks up my sleeves.

[It really was supposed to be final, and the fact that it isn't is—

Still not something he's going to think about right now, actually! Best just to keep moving.]

[reallyfishy]

[Yeager makes a little quip of his own and Raven finally allows himself to relax, if only a margin. There's still so many unknowns about the situation, but he's been given the ability to see Yeager as something other than a contributing factor for once.]

You and me both, 'specially after I just made up my mind ta keep on livin' and help those kids make sure he eats dirt.

[But now he's here, though. So what does that mean for the others? His look of unease returns just as quickly as it had faded.

Well, at least he's not going through this insanity alone, even if he never expected to find Yeager's presence comforting.]

Huh. Maybe it's sturdier than you hoped. They've got a nasty habit of not wantin' ta quit.

[Raven didn't have much time to spend with Yeager after he passed, so he couldn't say for sure if his blastia was well and truly beyond repair. Still, it did look pretty final...]

'cause I've got no idea how you're with me otherwise.

cw: suicidal ideation

[scythegun]

[Keep on living, huh...? It isn't as though it's a decision that's impossible to understand, but given what he knows of Raven... how did he even reach that decision in the first place, when he's likewise under Alexei's thumb? What caused him to decide to try fighting, when it is so much easier to just let things happen as they may - to just lie down and die instead of fighting an uphill battle?

Yeager shakes his head and decides not to comment on that. It's Raven's decision at the end of the day; even an explanation likely wouldn't help much. They chose their paths, and ended up in different directions. Well, prior to ending up here, anyway.]

Neither do I. But you're likely right; it would seem my luck has yet to run out, unfortunately.

[It's light, flippant, but it isn't an accurate assessment of what happened. It felt final. It felt like he was dying. Like that time ten years ago—

But regardless of what it felt like, he is still here, which regrettably means he still needs to keep moving. Annoying, but there's something else to focus on now.]

Obviously this isn't Zaude, but I don't have a clue where we are otherwise or what any of this is.

[A flippant shrug as he moves to open the tent flap, confirming that yes, we are indeed in the woods somehow. Sure. Definitely not any sort of familiar woods given the lack of immediate monster attacks, though.]