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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!
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!
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!
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!
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.
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.
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 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.
OOC NOTES
▶ 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
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▶ All characters on the TDM are WILDCARDS, which means they have not yet been assigned a card value. Suits will not manifest until characters are accepted into the game.
▶ All TDMs are game canon. This TDM acts as the game's September event. Camping will ICly begin September 15th and end October 3rd.
▶ Current characters may top level on the TDM. Any current characters posting to the TDM should note they are current in their subject header.
▶ The top level directory is for new characters only. We want to make sure new characters are prioritized and receive attention! If you would be interested in a game invitation, you can note that in your comment header.
▶ Smut threads that take place on this TDM can be used for rewards. If both parties in the smut thread join the game, you may retroactively apply the character's initial card values to your 52 bank. If one character does not join the game the thread will not be applicable toward rewards (as that character would not have a card value). The character that does join would still receive a small payout for the encounter. Hopefully it was a fun thread regardless!
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Henry of Skalitz | Kingdom Come: Deliverance II | New player
(are created equal)
ii. Getting Crafty
iii. Henry Knows How to Cook
(sort of)
iv. Skinny Dip
Wildcard
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He reaches up to make sure that his blindfold is on correctly, before reaching to the side opposite of his new companion and touching the side of the bed.]
Good morning. Ah, I know this must all be very strange. How do I explain...?
[Only then does he realize that he's usually met people after they've started to realize what sort of situation they're in. This man sounds like this is the very first time he's awoken in this place, which is an assessment Xiao Xingchen can make because it was the very same case with himself.
He turns to the man with an apologetic smile, loose hair falling over his shoulder. Even if he's used to such play by now, he can still only think of how someone just waking up like this must feel.]
I suppose I should start with the clarification that we haven't done anything like you're perhaps assuming.
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Though he does chill out a measure more as it's explained that they actually didn't do anything having to do with a drunken night of revelry. Still... why can't he recall ever coming here? Who is this? What is this?
He frowns. ]
Okay. That's good. [ He blinks a couple of times. ] Not that, you aren't perfectly good looking and all. I just prefer to know people's names before we, ah...
[ He curses himself inwardly, not coming off nearly as silver-tongued as he'd like to. ] Sorry. What's happened?
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As he's asked to explain, it's also difficult to ignore that there's not a good way to put this for people who aren't yet used to this.]
Ah. Well. [Taking a moment to form his thoughts, he turns to the side of the bed to get to his feet, fixing the blanket behind him.]
In order to explain properly, I must ask. Are you familiar with magic at all?
[That might be a good place to start. Some people come from worlds with it and some without, he's found.]
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Magic. Bit of a loaded question for a medieval European man like Henry. He leans back slightly at the question. ]
Ehm... well there are certainly a lot of stories about witchcraft and devilry and such. Miracles too. As for what I've seen for myself— [ He shakes his head despite being mostly sure that this man can't see it. ] Not familiar at all. Met a phantom horse once, though.
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Were any of those stories about people finding themselves in magical places?
[He isn't sure if he ought to say "and couldn't leave." At least outright.]
Perhaps... like a fairy garden?
[The hotel did just have a party that had to do with fairies and fairy gardens, after all. Xiao Xingchen didn't know about these sorts of fairies, but while nursing a terrible
hangoverheadache afterwards, he learned that they were a sort of folktale that some might know.][ooc: I read the part about how the beds were set up wrong sorry 😭]
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He thinks about that. ]
Yeah, I think there's some stories like that. Right, fairy tricks!
[ he pauses, frowning as he thinks about where he last was. ]
Were we brought here by fairies?
(ooc: no worries, no worries!! )
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Xiao Xingchen nods.]
I do believe so, as I did encounter some here. They're the sort with wings, and they ensnare people within their strange realm with their magic.
[Even he himself can't be sure if that party wasn't their "hosts" showing their true colors, as the metaphor was all too apt.]
They also offered quite a few alcoholic drinks. I'm not sure if that's what fairies often do, however.
[Just thinking about him makes his head hurt a bit again.]
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I guess that does mostly align with the stories I've heard from home.
[ Certainly with witchcraft if nothing involving fairy-like creatures. If nothing else, Henry is pretty open-minded for a medieval man so he's at least trying to make it make sense. ]
I think you're not supposed to accept things from fairies, or you'll owe them a debt. Something like that.
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[Xiao Xingchen hates to be so cynical, but not being aware of these sorts of things leads to being taken advantage of. There's plenty of malevolent creatures in his world that will also do similar things to entrap ordinary people.]
And even sleeping in their realm already counts as using something of theirs. Though it's hardly as lavish as it usually does here.
[He reaches out, prodding at the tent wall.]
I've actually missed this sort of thing. They ought to do this more often.
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[ Henry is less cynical than others, perhaps, but he's from a very cynical sort of world. ]
So you don't normally wake up in— well, I suppose this is some sad excuse for a tent?
[ he laughs a little bit. ] I think I've gotten too used to having a real bed.
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[Xiao Xingchen's voice turns more quiet as he hesitates to describe such an embarrassing situation as an example, but he does want the individual to be more certain about what he's doing. So he clears his throat to continue.]
I first awoke here in the most comfortable bed I ever slept upon, but it— it was one intended for marital consummation.
[He can't help but laugh a bit in turn. No matter everything else that transpired here, the memory of how awkward that situation was still remains.]
At least I don't think this tent has any such implications.
[Though he hasn't tried to check it too closely yet.]
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iii henryyyy!!!
Lucky you, I'm not picky.
[Really not picky, he's been eating raw meat just to avoid potentially burning it later.
There's a moment of socially-awkward hesitation, before he settles down to sit next to the fire. Watching Henry carefully, as though he's going to get more information from just studying his face over and over again.]
And I don't need a fire, but let me know if you need help with one yourself. I can save you the lighter fluid.
[As an example, he snaps his fingers and lights their tips on fire, before waving the flames away.]
henry! he's just a guy
Glad to hear it. It won't be the most gourmet cooking you've ever had I'll tell you that.
[ Still, he's confident enough to share, so there is that. He's about to say he doesn't necessarily need fluid to start a fire but that trick with the fingers has him dropping the stick he'd been poking at his food with in shock. ]
Was that ... witchcraft?
[ Right in front of his and the ever-watching eyes of Jesus Christ?? Henry's not one to scream hellfire from the street corners, but he also knows that people don't just snap and make fire unless something sketchy is going on or he's really super drunk. ]
he's flawless im so sorry he has to deal with dodger lmao
No. It's just how my body works.
[He says it like Henry is being weird. But from that reaction, he's pretty sure that demonstrating more of it is going to make this man panic. So he saves it, for now.... mostly. He has to light them up again briefly to light a cigarette, because etiquette around mundane humans definitely won't stop him from chain-smoking at all hours of the day.]
I'm guessing you're not from a world where people can normally do that.
it's beautiful already
[ He's not trying to be rude and gawk but ...well he is gawking a little, even leaning forward a bit to try and get a better look at this man's fingers. Like maybe a match was hidden there all along, as if that makes anymore sense.
Finding that he isn't going to get answers by staring like a buffoon, he shakes his head, going back to his sort-of cooking. ]
Not at all. There is gossip and old tales about things, of course. But you can't believe every bit of that you hear.
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He doesn't entirely mind the gawking, even though it makes him feel a little exposed. Dodger isn't a huge fan of being noticed in general, so being focused on is... an adjustment. But he can't really complain, he'll show off if it lets him learn more about Henry in return. So while he talks, he lights his fingertips up again and opens his palm to show that there is indeed no magic trick going on.]
My blood's full of fire. [It's actually full of gasoline, and he has a faintly sickly-sweet scent because of it, but he gets the sense that Henry might not know what that is.] Where I'm from, most people are mundane, but it's pretty normal to see people like me. People that can make fire, or breathe underwater, or read minds. A lot of people here are like that too, it's good to get your staring out now.
[He pauses, and waves the flames away yet again.]
Your accent sounds European. Where are you from?
[Oddly, he seems to treat this question like it's the same level of interesting as his fire. Because in his mind, it is.]
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Which is not to say that he doesn't pause completely at that very first explanation. ]
Full of fire— doesn't that hurt you?
[ Presumably not, since he's so quickly showing Henry how it works. He shakes his head quickly then, flustered. ]
I apologize for the staring. It's just a bit hard to wrap my head around otherwise. No offense meant by it.
[ Granted in his world if Dodger was offended he'd probably have already come at Henry with insults if not fists or a weapon. He wants to ask more about all of this of course, but takes the moment of grace to answer the question about himself. ]
You would be right. I'm Henry, from Skalitz. That is, the Kingdom of Bohemia.
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[Kingdom of Bohemia, though... he has to think about that for a second. The name is familiar, but with the internet access restricted he can't check exactly where it is. Still, Henry is European, probably Eastern European if Dodger's got his geography right.]
Well, you're from Earth, so that's... something. Not everyone is. I'm Dodger, from Boston. It's in the United States of America.
[He expects that to mean exactly fuck all to someone from a kingdom, but it's polite to return introductions in roughly the same format. And while he's got already got the sense that they're from wildly different time periods, it's good to get some concrete details.]
What year was it, last you knew?
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[ "Just everyone else" ... well. That makes sense, he can't deny.
Unfortunately he continues to look puzzled as Dodger goes on. ]
Erm... I can't say I've ever heard of a place like that. Not part of Europe then I suppose.
[ He shrugs, going back to his cooking. ]
It's the year of our Lord 1403.
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[And... okay, he knew the gap was going to be huge, but. Oh boy.]
For me, it was 2035.
[He has slightly more to say on that, but he figures... he should probably give Henry space to wrap his head around it first.]
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It's Two thousand thirty-five? 2035?
[ Yeah it's hard for him to think of how things are that far ahead. No wonder he's never heard of any "United States" or "Boston". ]
Jesus Christ. I'm not sure I know what to make of that.
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Yeah. I think I'm the furthest in the future, out of everyone I've met.
[Hard to say exactly, since a few people come from worlds that are completely unrecognizable to him. But out of everyone who uses the Christian calendar, at least, he's the furthest.]
Bohemia rings a bell, though. Probably doesn't exist anymore, but Skalitz might still be around. Europe's full of towns older than the country they're in.
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ii
Honestly, this is just cruel.
[He eyes Henry and his robe, holding the bucket of leaves away from the materials pile.]
Unfortunately, you won't find any metal to work here. Unless it's for cooking, I suppose.
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I'm not sure about "cruel" but it's certainly not nice.
[ he turns back to his work then with a sigh. ]
I guess that's for the best. You wouldn't want to wear anything forged of metal without the proper gear underneath it. I'm not going to get that from any of this.