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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
▶ 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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▶ 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.
▶ 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.
lenore / castlevania / new character, current player
she even helps with preparation every now and then, mostly around dinner time or very early in the morning, cutting up ingredients for a stew or roast and chatting idly like this is something she's always done.
but that sort of food can only keep her for so long. it is by no means filling, but what's a woman to do? resort to hunting her fellow campers to slake her hunger? too risky. she'd end on a stake before the day's end, and she's not much of a fighter like her sisters were.
her strengths have ever lie elsewhere, the delegated diplomat, and thus she will remedy her situation as such.
there's hot cocoa and a warm fire, and she's got no qualms chatting with whoever might lend an ear as she toys with a marshmallow by letting flames lick over it like the others have. seemed like they were making something with it? so she's trying. she'll even offer up her finished s'more for another to take a bite out of should they wish it. )
The stores of meat was pitiful to begin with. Do they truly intend for us to hunt our own?
noise is too plentiful all around to call it a peaceful eve, the orgies this arrangement seems to have become and the merriment by the crackling bonfire is unceasing even in the later hour, but she doesn't seem all that fussed. if anything, she might even be people watching in the midst of her dip.
which means she hardly notices when those little critters make away with her singularly provided garment, only finally realizing what's transpired when she's made her way back to that edge of the lake to retrieve it.
well, then.
not that she's embarrassed, but walking about without anything for the sake of modesty probably isn't the best first impression she could make in the midst of strangers, so excuse her as she calls out from the waters.
promise she's not a siren here to drown unwitting sailors. no, no. different kind of fairytale. )
You seem like the generous sort who'd most certainly have spare cloth for a woman who finds herself in need of some.
( presumptuous? a jest? yes. )
it's only a matter of time before someone like her gets caught. inevitable, even. the red of her hair splaying over the uneven forest floors as she's all but laid out on it with a gasp, haloed with the soft curls like she's laying in a pool of her own blood after being made prey to a successful hunt.
but there's no panic, no struggle, just the lift of dainty and unworked hands. gently, gingerly, keeping them within sight as to not startle or provoke the blood she can practically taste on her tongue with how hot it runs under those veins, bracing jaw and cheek with palms firmer than it might seem at a glance.
the hold of a mistress used to the handling of hounds, and strays ought to be tended to more carefully.
her coo is quiet in the shroud of night, soft and almost imperceptible over the rustle of leaves and nature. )
Poor thing, left out to the chill without bed nor leash. Who might you belong to, I wonder?
( spoken like she doesn't expect a real conversation, the simple musing to a beast no matter how human they still are, wondering aloud that maybe another might fill her in should there actually be a handler coming to fetch their pet shortly.
her hand even shifts, thumb brushing fondly over cheekbone as she hums, fully disregarding the fact that she still lays caught beneath, her robe in careless disarray. )
Because if no one claims you, I might just have to keep you for myself. I could use something to keep me warm as the nights grow colder.
to make things easy, i'll use nei's preferences as a guideline.
act 2, hi
but what's even more insane than trees is the lake. an actual body of water just there, existing. unreal. he's so preoccupied with the novelty of it that he's able to tune out the orgies, squinting at the surface of the water as if he could see through its depths. at least until he's called out to.
he looks up with an inquisitive sound, spotting lenore in the water and... yeah, she's talking to him. he squints at her. ]
... They stole your robe? [ that's what she's saying right. sorry he's barely educated. he could offer her the one he's wearing, but unfortunately, wolfwood isn't that generous. still, he glances around before spotting something a few feet away. ] Hold on.
[ further down the lake is another group of guests mid-orgy, their robes discarded haphazardly over the bank. they're loud enough that they don't notice him taking one of them and he walks back down to where lenore is, handing her the robe. ]
hello my love..........
if anything, it's a little funny to imagine them picking through their robes later only to count one missing. she wonders if they'd even care, given their proclivities, so maybe it's fine? maybe they wont even notice. )
You have my thanks.
( it's only when he returns with one in hand does she carefully step out of the bank. but instead of taking it, she brushes her wet hair over her shoulder to bare her back to him, glancing over with something playfully expectant. come on, be the gentleman and put it on for her. )
Perhaps some unknown suitor lacks the charm necessary to keep me rid of it that they'd resort to such a tactic. ( then, her eyes rake over his form anew, before innocently flitting back up to meet his gaze. ) Think it's a lost cause? We may catch them yet.
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anyway, all that is to say, he does put it on for her, shaking the robe out before coming over to drape it over her shoulders. now that he's closer, he finally picks up on her scent—something soft, like some kind of perfume, overlaid with the heavy metallic tang of blood.
... huh. interesting.
once she's secured the robe around her, he takes a step back and studies her briefly, rolling the toothpick in his mouth from one corner to the other. she's a slight thing, delicate, but he knows the smell of blood and the weight of it. you can spend a lifetime washing your hands of it and it'll still linger. ]
Yeah? I dunno. I got a feeling you wouldn't need my help.
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but he's, of course, right to have picked up on the iron of blood. while she doesn't dirty her own hands with the bloodletting, there's no hiding the pointed ears and teeth, and the fact of the matter is she drinks it in more often than not. she's a vampire, and she does not hide it, and that's presumably why he says what he does regarding the ability to hunt something down. )
Well, I won't play coy. You might very well be right.
( but she steps to turn to face him properly anyway, hands folded properly on her lap like the noble she presents to be. just because she can doesn't mean it's the sort of thing she does, and thus: )
But I also could've put the robe on myself. You helped me in it anyway. ( her smile is amused, but simple enough. warm for someone whose heart no longer beats. ) For all I know, you've taken my things away for precisely a meeting like this.
( there's no malice in the accusation. it's playful, even, judging by the way her fingers toy with the clasp of the newly provided robe. )
I hope you liked what you saw, then?
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Maybe. [ he's trying to downplay it, but also, he's not blind. ] Or maybe you came all the way out here without one.
[ tempting a poor, pathetic soul into giving one to her. well, she lucked out—wolfwood's the most pathetic out of them all. he doesn't answer her question outright, but he thinks he doesn't need to for her to already know. ]
If you're serious about hunting 'em down, sure, I'll go with you. Wouldn't do to leave a lady out here alone, right? It's dangerous around these parts.
[ which is funny, given that she's likely one of the most dangerous of them all. ]
Act 3
Tall horns grow over his forehead, and his face becomes covered in scales - eyes turn to flaming clefts and his teeth turning into rows of sharp fangs in a perpetual smile. Four wings spring from his back along with spiked scales on his forearms and legs. His skin turn ashen like a dragon's, with a flame-like incandescent glow through the cracks of his devilish carapace that seem to be made of metal and stone. His fingers turn to sharp claws, feet turning to a more reptilian shape as it pushes him upwards to let his wings take flight into the sky.
He hunts, as dictated by the heat that's been torturing him from the inside. He still has his wits about him, so Troy knew what this is about. The next time he descends is where he smells someone's alluring scent. Someone alone in the forest, someone who is either a fool or someone dangerous enough to hold her own. His wings fold behind him as he stands, towering more than usual while he spots his prey. Like a true predator, Troy didn't blindly rush in. Caution hid behind his calm as he hears the thuds of his raptor-like feet on the ground.
He spreads his wings just slightly; sizing up his prey as he listens to her words. Her choices of them begets a sense of superiority that prods at his heat. The way her robe carelessly sits on her body lures his sight to gaze and appreciate that smooth skin of hers. That blazing red hair matches the flames within his scales, making the fire in his chest roar within as his interest piques. Still, that momentary silence from Troy allows Lenore to touch at his face. Even as his skin is replaced by a quasi-metallic surface, he feels her touch like he would normally. He brushes her hand aside and takes her wrist into his grip ]
Confident, huh? I like that. If confidence is even the right word.
[ He speaks with a demonic reverb to his voice that's already quite deep. ]
wildcard, as discussed
The noise of the rain is loud. Isolating. Surely there are others nearby doing the same thing as him, doing their best to stay warm and dry inside their tents, but all he can hear is the storm. Except... that was something, wasn't it? Just now. Is that a human voice? He can't make out any words. It seems to be getting closer...
He moves toward the tent flap, one hand reaching for the zipper. The lantern in his tent is on, likely throwing his silhouette against the tent wall for anyone lurking outside to see. He's conscious of that, wary of the disadvantage it puts him at, even though his gut isn't warning of any imminent threat. He tugs the zipper down just enough to open a gap to peer out of—after all, regardless of who or what might be out there, he doesn't want to let in all the rain.]
What are you doing outside?