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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.
▶ 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.
▶ 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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a soft, helpless little whine escapes him at the sound of john's promises echoing in his head. it should be embarrassing, how much he wants suddenly, how much he needs john, needs him closer than skin to skin.
he's not perfect, not by a long shot. he fucks up, god, so often. he's hurt john so many times he can hardly count. he'd never loved bella the way she deserved, and it's his fault faroe is dead. he's made so, so many mistakes, at home and in the dreamlands and the past and the dark world, and he'll probably make dozens more here. but none of that matters, because john loves him, and john wants him, and john thinks that in spite of his scars and his thinness that he's beautiful, and that's all that matters right now.
he has to pull back from the kiss to gasp, but doesn't go far, still wrapped up in john's arms and-- his other limbs? he slides a palm down one slick tentacle with a stunned little laugh, fingers drifting over the unfamiliar appendage. ] You're a wonder, [ he says, fervent, lips clumsily finding the god's jaw, his pulse in his throat. it's so different, so strange, but no one's ever felt this.. right. ] I love you. I love you. I-- I'm in love with you, and I want to live a whole lifetime with you.
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Right now, though, that helpless little whine that has nothing to do with anyone hurting him and everything to do with wanton ache, with pleasure he is not yet feeling right this moment? That is... battling very convincingly for the title. John needs to hear that sound again and, soon, very soon, he needs to hear the sound when Arthur actually gets what he wants. He nears to hear Arthur say his name like a prayer. He needs to hear Arthur moan for him.
Here, now, he wants to be inside of him, wants to bury himself deep in the other half of his soul and it feels like the breath is knocked out of him, breath he doesn't even need, when Arthur draws back to touch him, to marvel at him, to kiss his jaw and his throat and tell him-
How. How can he feel lust like a forest fire, like an all-consuming blaze under his skin that demands and also the impossible heavy lightness in his chest at hearing that voice, his voice, Arthur's voice tell him he loves him and wants to be with him for the rest of their lives?
Not just loves him. Is in love with him?
Arthur will feel it as much as hear it, in the chest pressed up against his own as well as in that space between them, that roaring heat, that desperate need. In the same space where his tears had registered, a sense no other human has ever had, will he feel it, undeniable and intense.
Love. Golden, molten adoration, pouring into him from the connection between them, the flow unbound by his kisses, by his words, as John eschews his intensely carnal hunger to be kissed, to be touched, to be savored by Arthur here in the water and the rumble turns into a soft, breathy moan. ]
Oh, Arthur... / Oh Arthur...
[ The only word he can manage with a suddenly-clumsy mouth. ]
I love you. Love in, in love, love out, every way that love can exist, it exists for you in me. Lifetimes of love.
Please.
Please, Arthur, don't stop.
[ This body has been kissed and kissed and had sex and enjoyed all manner of pleasures but this. This is the other half of his soul in his arms, lips pressed against him.]
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how it happened doesn't matter. he wants.. what they'd talked about once, back in new york. he wants a life with him. he wants dinners and dancing, a home, cases that they can take or discard. he wants to be there as john discovers all the books and music arthur loves, and finds his own tastes. he wants quiet evenings curled together listening to the radio. he wants to feel john's lips on his brow in greeting in the morning, coffee on his breath as he kisses him. he wants to go to bed with him and wake in the morning with him, and he-- god, he wants to make love with him, too, to be held and to hold john, and feel him breathing against him, to feel the surge of his body against his.
he wants to write music again. for john. with john.
arthur's never been a man with much power. he's not weak--at least, he doesn't think he is anymore--but he doesn't have the power to stop gods or change the world or even save anyone. but this? now? feeling john's powerful form tremble in his arms, the hunger and longing in his voice, the overwhelming outpouring of his love--? christ alive, it's heady. ]
Is there-- [ he squeezes the slender limb still beneath his palm, wound around arthur like john can't get close enough, either. he presses a kiss to the center of the other man's throat, mouthing at his adam's apple and nearly forgetting what he was asking. but-- right. they're in a lake, and there are people just out here, on the shore. arthur doesn't want an audience for-- for whatever this is going to be. he doesn't want other people looking at john, thinking about john, wanting john. ] Is there somewhere--? I was given a tent, but I don't-- I couldn't find it right now if someone asked me to.
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...and then Arthur's kissing him again. Fuck, the things he wants.
Words. Words. Arthur's using words again. But he's making things complicated: does there somewhere what? Does he want-
Oooooh.]
Does your tent have a bed?
[ His voice is incredibly rough, barely above a growl. He can't help it. He wants... but he's very low ranked here, exceptionally so, meaning that his tent is barely there. If Arthur has something nicer, he'll figure out how to find it.
Especially since once they get to a bed, John does not see much of a reason they'll be leaving it for the forseeable future, so it should probably be comfortable for Arthur. ]
I can find it. I'll find it.
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Not a large one, [ he says, thinking of the space he'd mapped out when he'd gotten over the shock of even being here. ] It's not uncomfortable, though, and it should fit us both. [ he pushes his nose into the space just beneath john's jaw, a hand curling into wet hair just for the pleasure of being able to do it.
his other hand flails out a little, trying to find the pier again. ] Where-- Is the pier just here? Someone helped me get here, but I didn't have to walk far. It was all southwest, too.
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The pier is two or three feet past your hand, off to your left. It leads up past the water line and towards the western portion of the main encampment area, where a number of tents that match that description look to be, outlined in the warm light of the afternoon sun.
Did you leave your robe there, Arthur?
[ He's still a purring, rumbling, sea beast of a man wrapped around Arthur like a protective blanket, but some things are automatic. ]
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Mm-hm, [ he hums in answer, and peels his hands away from john with the utmost of reluctance. he reaches for the pier, following his partner's directions, and encounters the worn wood, using his grip to haul himself up out of the water and john's arms. he regrets it immediately, though, and as soon as he's settled on the edge, he's extending his arms in the god's direction again, panic briefly crossing his expression.
no, no, he doesn't-- he's not ready not to be touching him, in contact in some way. maybe in a few days, maybe when he's absolutely certain this isn't all going to disappear. ]
John--!
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...he doesn't think about how Arthur might feel about a heavy cock pressed against his lower back. That's... a thought for when they're in a tent. He brushes it away immediately.
A breath out.]
Perhaps I'll be the legs for the moment?
[ That comes with hands shifting up to his shoulders and down to his ass, indicating he'd like to scoop him up and carry him, if just for the moment. ]
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oh. his breathing hiccups, intrigued and anxious and hot all over. and though normally he'd prefer to walk on his own, to be as independent as he can be, his knees feel embarrassingly wobbly right now. so he nods, arms curling around the other man's neck as he's scooped up. it's a relief, in a way, just letting john decide for them, just trusting him to.. take care of arthur, the way he always does.
it should be embarrassing. all the people here, all of them able to see arthur just curling into john, but he's far past caring about anything like societal propriety or taboo at this point. he just wants to be happy, just for a little while, and for john to be happy, and for the two of them to be happy together. they've earned a little of that, haven't they? ]
There was a small fire near my tent, [ he says when he can think to, temple dropping against john's shoulder and useless eyes sliding shut. ] And.. some kind of fringe on the tent flaps, almost like brocade curtains.
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A small fire and fringe on the tent flaps. Got it.
[ He's moving, muttering to himself. ]
Southwest... meaning we go north east to find- small fire. Small fire and fringe. Brocade curtains. He said brocade- HA!
[ That last one is a little louder than the rest, and John will make sure it's empty before he trots forward, offering the tent flap for Arthur to feel. ]
This one, Arthur. Is this it?
[ Close enough he can probably feel the warmth of the fire by his feet. ]
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when the other man steps into the tent, arthur finally lets his legs drop from his arm, feet landing a little awkwardly, almost atop the sleeping mat and sheets. that's familiar, though, and he knows where he's going from here, turning to drop down in the blankets. immediately, he extends his arms again, scarred hands grasping for john. ]
Come here, kiss me again. I'm sick with the idea that someone else had your first, and I need to put whoever it was out of your head entirely.
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...well, Yorick never told anyone anything without being directly asked, but John is going to take a rare moment of thinking charitably of the skull if only because he's in such a wonderful mood.
All the same, John will put him down gently as soon as he starts moving towards going on his own two feet and once Arthur's dropped down and extended an arm, John's slipping down to move into those arms. He goes to kiss Arthur as requested, as he wants too, but- ]
My 'first'?
[ He needs to know what Arthur's concerned about. His first? His first everything was with Arthur! Well, except dancing. And he's been trying not to think about that. Couldn't Arthur have shown up before there was a ball?! ]
There's no one else I'm thinking about but you, Arthur.
[ That, at least, he knows. ]
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he can almost sense the way the god moves, in some strange way attuned to him, and tilts his chin up to catch the kiss-- only to pause as john questions it. there's a brief, startled moment, and arthur smiles helplessly. ] Your first kiss, your first time making love. [ his hand slips up to his partner's face, thumb stroking along the high cheekbone it finds there. ] But I was only teasing you. I know that it's-- it's only me for you, as it's you for me.
[ his hand slides down to john's chin, gripping it gently to guide him back down for that kiss at last. his arms slip over the other man's shoulders, dragging him down as close as he can, palm slipping along his broad back and over wet locks of hair. ]
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But he's pleased that Arthur knows, that Arthur understands. He makes a little satisfied grunt, and he's about to kiss him again when Arthur's hands move, guiding him back. For some reason it's just that much more lovely to have Arthur draw him in, pull him forward, drag him down, to feel those hands on his body before their lips meet. All of it is just that much more knowing Arthur knows, knowing Arthur wants him the same way.
His own hands will move, slide along Arthur's side and gently venture into his hair, hold him, cup the back of his head while they kiss.]
My first kiss was the moment you dragged me down in that lake and kissed me. The first time making love... will be very very shortly.
[ John's voice in his mind is smooth and deep and hungry. Endlessly hungry. But it gains a certain rhythm as the words shift: a gift, an offering, something he found in the library here as he looked for the only pieces of Arthur he could find. ]
'i like my body when it is with your
body. It is so quite new a thing.
Muscles better and nerves more.
i like your body. i like what it does,
i like its hows. i like to feel the spine
of your body and its bones,and the trembling
-firm-smooth ness and which i will
again and again and again
kiss, i like kissing this and that of you,
i like, slowly stroking the,shocking fuzz
of your electric furr,and what-is-it comes
over parting flesh….And eyes big love-crumbs,
and possibly i like the thrill
of under me you so quite new'
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and then john speaks again, internal voice dipping into the rhythm of poetry, and arthur gasps into his mouth, heat and need racing through him like lightning, sparking along his nerves and leaving his hands curling, clutching. his knees close around john's hips, everywhere they touch too much and not enough. ]
E.E. Cummings, [ he breathes into their kiss, and his teeth catch at john's lower lip, short nails dragging down the larger man's back and settling on his waist. he's hard, and has been since john settled over him, but it seems like such a secondary priority when he can be touching every part of john instead. ] You were thinking of me when you first read it?
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I'm always thinking of you. [ A kiss to his jaw. ] I found it while I was looking for you. [ Another. This time, he doesn't draw back, so he switches to that internal voice. Whether it's for intimacy or convenience or both is anyone's guess. ]
I found you in a dozen different places. I tried an apple and I learned why you were so satisfied. I closed my eyes during a film so I could experience it like you would, to see if it was that bad.
I read poetry and wondered if you ever read it or heard it before or if I could give it to you, like you've given poems to me.
[ Arthur is not the only one hard, and he shifts his hips unconsciously, subconsciously, to brush against him and he can't help the hiss that escapes him then. A kiss, and then his body rocks to grind against him purposefully, needing more. Even the mental voice is a low, gravely purr. ]
I have so many poems for you, Arthur. Poems and songs and movies. We have to dance, Arthur. You promised me. Dancing and drinks.
[ His voice drops into something a little less human, a little more beastial. ]
If I can stand to let you out of this bed.
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he wants to apologize for taking so long, for leaving john here alone, even though it makes no sense to do so. neither of them chose this. it was chosen for them, as so much has been since their meeting. still--
john looked for him, and in places that are unexpected and wonderful. arthur's shuddering with overwhelmed desire, barely-touched, but as his partner, other half, lover, beloved ruts against him, he can't help the thin, reedy cry, so shocked still by something that feels good. he's been in so much pain in so many ways for so long, and he feels spoiled with pleasure now-- john's presence, his arms around him and weight against him, the low growl of his voice in his head, the heat of his cock as it grinds against arthur's own. he feels dazed and dizzy-headed, cared for, overwhelmed in the best way. ]
Yes, [ he promises, breathless and fervent, hips rocking up to meet john's own, pulse thundering in his ears. ] Yes, God, John, please, I-- I want it all, all of you, every thought and word and-- [ bony hands curl harder against the other man's broad back, as if he can possibly drag him closer, closer, inside his skin. ] Please, please-- [ he hardly even knows what he's asking for anymore. ]