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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

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▶ 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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Broca | Arknights | 7♥︎ (current character)

[broca]

I. ALL WOOD CUTTING, NO SEXY

A. Watching

[ Not every strong slightly rough looking man who loves woodworking and knows his way around a toolshed actually knows all that much about truly roughing it. Broca the city boy is a prime example of that. While he knows knows an inordinate amount about drill bits, he's never actually had cause to use an axe before. Very basic hand saws? Sure, but even then he's usually using some sort of electronic one. A hammer and nails? Yeah, but the method is a little different from this.

So hopefully he can be forgiven for really studying people's techniques here. No matter how sexy a participant is trying to act, he's really focused on the way they hold the axe, and the angle it swings down at. It does make for a lot of intense staring though, and he may, in fact, be staring at you. ]

B. Doing

[ So some idea of the proper technique in hand, Broca is finally actually giving this a go himself. It seems just like his focus on doing the wood splitting part of this activity correctly, he's also completely forgetting the part where he has to be sexy himself. The axe goes down in a neat arc and splits the wood neatly in two with a very satisfying thunk, only for it to rapidly be replaced.

If the contest was all about the actual wood splitting, this man might really have it in the bag at the speed he's moving. Unfortunately, it's clear he's forgotten what the Golden Peacock tends to prioritize. The sexy factor is at zero outside of a few strained grunts in the process of hauling a big axe up in the air and bringing it crashing down again.

Will his decision to lift up the bottom of his shirt to mop the sweat off his face earn him enough points to get any payout for this event? No? Well damn... The big guy himself looks flummoxed about the fact that he's being told he didn't win the payout. ]

But I cut the most wood...


B. LIONS AND TIGERS AS BEARS OH MY

[ Big, thick, and strong? Check, check, and check. Though despite his assigned role including a cute little bear headband that sits in front of his real tiger ears (though the band rests behind his real human ears. that's right, six ears between the real and fake), the man does not look like he's really getting into the spirit of playing the part of the bear.

Other than the fact that he's glowering and looks two seconds from letting out with an angry roar if his current hunter actually moves into his personal space. ]

Try it, and I'll make you regret it.


C. DON'T BLINK (OR DO ACTUALLY)

[ Fun and games have to end sometime, though Broca hadn't intended them to end this way. When he'd wandered into the cave, he'd done so knowing that in the past he'd managed to find cozy little burrows and the like in the Vale before. He hadn't expected to come across something as ominous as a giant eye that blinked itself open on the rock face.

He definitely hadn't been expecting to fall into a staring contest with the thing that has frozen his body stiff, brow furrowed and mouth twisted into an unmoving scowl as a buried but ever present fear is brought bubbling to the surface in a way he can do nothing about. ]

b is for... bears...

[notscar]

[ two is normal. four is quite strange. but six? six of them?? leona's never felt so frightened in his entire life to behold a creature with SIX EARS... even though two of them are fake and it's broca.

still, he seems pretty mad. leona would be too if he were in his position but instead? ]

You act like I'm enjoying myself.

[ if that grin isn't a tell, the way he casually swings the rope around... ]

Regret it? How so?

[broca]

[ There's no need for Broca to act like anything at all when Leona is so clearly and visibly enjoying himself. The flat look he fixes on the other man says he's not buying his bullshit for even a second.

And as a man of many looks and silent gestures, but often very few words, Broca decides to answer that question of Leona's with body language instead of anything even close to verbal.

His head tilts to one side to stretch his neck out, then the other. Following that little move he rolls his shoulders back in a clear sign of limbering up. Broca even ends his little cartoonish routine by cracking his knuckles as he lets his scowl deepen.

Not a single sentence uttered, but his meaning is probably understood well enough, right? ]

[notscar]

[ wow... look at broca trying to not-so-subtly intimidate a fellow 10% furry man of culture? leona has to choke back a laugh, opting to clear his throat while covering his mouth with his hand. while it's true that broca's got the size advantage, that doesn't mean he necessarily holds all the cards. right? ]

So you're gonna what? Hit me?

[ a smirk as he drops the rope and allows it to fall from his hands, raising them so they stay above his waist in a conciliatory gesture. ]

Guess I better give up.

[ except the rope doesn't touch the ground. instead, it darts across and goes right for broca's ankles! ]

[broca]

[ Hitting him would be the plan if need be, yes. That Leona happens to have this particular trick up his sleeve isn't one that Broca was counting on though, even though he's fought his fair share of casters with a variety of tricks, and he has his own Arts that he can break out when need be as well.

Not that he can do it safely here, or that it would be a proportional reaction to being momentarily tripped up and having to stumble forward, trying to escape the rope quickly seeming to wrap around his ankles.

His tail thrashes wildly in an attempt to help him keep balance as his arms move to brace himself for the inevitable fall.

He's a strong man. He's even a relatively graceful man given his mass. That said, very few men are going to be able to maintain balance when tripped up by magic rope. ]

[notscar]

[ leaving his arms and hands free is probably a mistake, but... leona's not terribly worried. either way, the beastman is quick to move forward and catch him--- though he also makes sure to keep his hands firmly against broca's wrists, pinning them against his body. ]

Took ya by surprise, did I? [ he snorts while he presses his nose against the other's throat, sniffing a few times before he huffs into the skin there. ] Well. Guess it means it'll work on other unsuspectin' 'bears'.

[ technically, this counts as catching broca. right? even if it doesn't leona's got what he wanted out of it. ]

Could probably drag ya back to my tent. It's practically a house. Ever see one with two floors?

[broca]

[ It's the right move to make, because the minute he gets close Broca's curling those hands into fists with the intention of doing some hitting. Having them pinned in place makes the hitting much harder to happen.

He is tempted to go for a headbutt with Leona so close, but on the ground as he is, he doubts it would have much oomph to it, and would be a disappointed thing. Instead he'll give him a flat look, as if the idea of a two story tent does not impress him.

Which admittedly it doesn't much. He's fine with his very normal tent if he's forced to camp out here. ]

You could let me go instead.

[ There's an edge to his voice that does not make it sound like letting him go would necessarily be in Leona's best interest at this exact moment. ]

[notscar]

Mmm, think I'll pass on that.

[ the last thing leona wants to deal with is a violent person, much less broca. is he upset? of course he is. at the very least, leona can give himself enough space so that he doesn't risk getting a face full of that forehead. he can risk his own leverage to not give broca any himself. ]

Com'mon. Out of anyone 'round here, aren't I a sight for sore eyes? It's not like I'm gonna parade you around or make ya lay down on the ground like a rug.

[ he could've done much worse, though he's considering tying those wrists up next... ]

And I'm not gonna make this a big deal either. Unless you want it to be.

[broca]

[ Tying them up might be a prudent move at the moment. He can probably feel the way Broca's muscle flexes, testing how strong the hold on him is as he determines when a good shove up will push the man pinning him down off of him.

The question gets a dismissive snort, apparently the sight is not sore enough.

As for the rug comment? In a world where all bears are people, the idea of a bear skin rug would carry a particularly alarming connotation, so the meaning is missed when he's current lying down in the dirt already. ]

You're already treating me like a rug.

[ Here he is... on the ground. ]

I don't want it to be a deal at all.

[notscar]

[ if there are any bear beastmen in his world, he'd be a little more sensitive about a statement like that. instead he's currently thinking about how broca looks a lot better on a bed. or against a wall. or honestly, just standing up right. has leona really been that cruel and thoughtless about making sure his quarry is in a position so that he can't get his ass beaten black and blue and not in the fun way??? ]

So if I let ya go... you're not gonna do somethin' rash.

[ because it's not like leona has to do anything else! right? ]

Could be even worse to ya. Got more rope.

[ no... he does like those muscles. he's not jealous of them, he likes his own body very much. but if he can't appreciate someone with a little more bulk then he'd be a pretty foolish person in general. ]

[broca]

[ Muscles aren't for everyone, though admittedly Broca had yet to sleep with a person who hadn't been able to appreciate them. Largely because the people who wanted to sleep with him where the types attracted to muscle.

Funny how that worked.

As for the comment, Broca's quiet for a second, and really if he was a smarter or at least more clever man than he is, he would know to just agree with that statement, and then do something rash if he felt like it. Instead, his horrendous honesty is going to bite him. ]

I might do something rash.

[ As if that's a good confession to make to the man that has you pinned on the ground. ]

[notscar]

Then I guess ya better get used to lyin' here. 'cause I sure will.

[ he likes the honesty that broca expresses. blunt. he's probably someone's sledgehammer. they probably deserve to have him. leona can relate. he's got a wolf who'd do anything for him as long as it passes the 'honor' test. ]

Can ya think of any reason why I shouldn't keep ya tied up?

[ half-smiling, half-smirking... if he wanted to do anything really mean to broca by now, he would've. but seeing his thought process is more than enough for him. ]

[broca]

[ Blunt and honest is what often gets Broca into trouble though, because while some people can lie and smooth talk their way out of a bad situation, Broca seems almost physically incapable of doing that. Even now with the chance to try to cut a silver tongued deal with Leona to let him go, all Broca can say is: ]

No...

[ And that's even after a few seconds of mulling it over.

The truth is that Broca is threatening violence though, and Leona seems determined to do this anyways, so it's not like Broca can offer him much, and he's not about to give him money to get out of this situation. He probably could afford it, but the idea offends him a bit. ]

b. meow

[foxpopuli]

[Let's not think too hard about how many ears they have between them because it is so many ears. But I refuse to double-ear her, so it's probably mostly a normal amount.

Speaking of ears, Miko's are almost erect. Foxhunts were once common, too, but they're not on the menu right now. She wasn't really interested in hunting bears--too much work, too much effort that could be put into seeing if any other guests would make food for her--but finding a bear that's basically a hissing kitten is enough to turn her attention at least.

She leans against the trunk of a tree, her eyes sizing him up. Work smarter, not harder.] Hmm, you know what I do regret? Throwing away my chips on so many luxuries I can't access right now. I'd say the date auction, too, but I got my money's worth playing that.

[After finishing the first part of her preamble, she waits for his response.]

[broca]

[ Look some canons have two ears (genshin) and some have four ears (arknights), and all are beautiful.

The six ears are probably pushing it though.

As for the hissing kitten (tiger cub, thank you), he does not look particularly swayed by her plight as he continues to stare her down with a glare that screams "this is your only warning." ]

Wait a week. You'll have it back.

[ Once they get out of this. No reason to take her bad spending habits out on him. ]

[foxpopuli]

[He's very big and scary indeed—he might not like the label, but she can see why he got himself labeled a "bear" despite all features to the contrary.]

Obviously, but I also like to be compensated for my time...time that's currently being spent out here in the damp wilderness, all by my lonesome, completely out of my element.

[She is a kitsune. The woods are absolutely, at least very far and deep within the ancient branches of the Hakushin tree, distinctly part of her heritage. But what he doesn't know...]

That's why I'm prepared to split the payout with you, 35-65.

[broca]

[ And given that the foxes he knows by and large live in cities and often times work for organized crime families, he indeed does not know all that much about her brand of being a fox. For all he knows she really isn't much of a nature girl, and this is well outside of what she's used to.

She certainly doesn't look like the outdoorsy type at a glance from him.

The offer, however, does not seem to appeal all that much to him as he snorts. Assuming first of all that he's only getting 35% here, it seems rather unequal given it's his dignity getting dragged literally through the dirt, but more importantly-- ]

You want me to let you capture me for money?

[ It's the ding to the dignity in the first place he's having trouble with. ]

[foxpopuli]

[SHE'S A CITY FOX, OKAY!! But the mountains and forest are still in her blood somewhere; they'll just have to wait until the moon comes out to really see it in action.

Miko fixes him with the most "well, obviously" look in response to his question. It doesn't seem like a hit, though. She understands, objectively. The same offer would be an insult to her pride as well, and there are few creatures out there more prideful than youkai. That pride might be preventing her from approaching this on even footing just the same.]

You'll get paid, too. While you're busy with me, you also won't have to worry about running from or fighting anyone else...no need to get entangled with someone who's actually out here for the thrill of the hunt.

[Her voice is in full persuasive timbre, nothing too condescending or coddling about it, just purely trying to make the deal sound appealing.]

[broca]

[ More than anything, the fact that she's giving him an easy out of anyone who would play this game more traditionally does have a certain degree of appeal to it. Broca could keep pounding his would be attackers into the dirt, but that gets tiring even for a bruiser like him.

Give him a second, the actual tiger ears tilting back as he considers the offer carefully. ]

I get sixty-five percent.

[ It's not worded as a question. She gave him the split she was offering, and he's going to tell her how he's willing to take the deal.

He doesn't even really care that much about the money if he's being honest. His living expenses aren't that high. It's really a principle of the matter thing. ]

[foxpopuli]

[His tiger ears go back, and her fox ones twitch, carefully schooled back into her hair so they once again match the bright pink waves. While she has her expressions carefully schooled and is more than experienced in keeping any obvious tells out of her features, being here in the wilderness, or perhaps gradually becoming wilder the longer she stays at the resort, has been slowly teasing the mischievous fox side out more and more.]

I'll give you fifty-five, an even split with an extra five on top for the emotional tax.

[As before, her offer and acquiescence sounds pragmatic and caring. He gets a little extra for the humiliation. She gets her finder's and protector's fee. He gets tied up by a beautiful woman, if he's into that? They'll probably have to make it look a little realistic to net the reward money.]

[broca]

[ Caring? Perhaps. Broca's not so certain about that part of this, but he can see the pragmatism to this. It gets her an easy payout without having to tussle with a man threatening physical retribution for chasing after him. In fact, beyond bringing him to where she collects her reward, there's very little work in it for her.

For his part if he's already occupied by someone who "caught" him, then he really doesn't have to worry about a chase of a fight, and while he doesn't mind the latter, it can be a pain when he doesn't have any weapons on him besides his own fist.

He's really, really thinking on this one though, mulling it over carefully. ]

Fifty-five then.

[ More than half for him given he's the one being the most inconvenienced by this. It seems fair enough.

So he'll reach a hand out to shake on the deal. ]

[foxpopuli]

It's been a pleasure doing business with you.

[She pushes off the tree and crosses over to shake his hand. It's the handshake of someone who's negotiated a decent amount of deals, crisp and self-assured.]

Now, I don't see any sense in getting you all tied up yet until it's the appropriate moment...but we might want to make sure you're playing the part at least a little.

[Crooking her finger, Miko bids him to bend down a little bit and make both of their jobs a little easier. No funny business; just something to keep him from getting chased off into the woods. She's very trustworthy.]

[broca]

[ It's exactly the type of handshake that makes Broca feel like he should have argued for more favorable deal for himself, even if he didn't care that much about the money. She gave in so easily, but then again, he's never been much of a haggler.

He's already feeling like he's been bamboozled partway into it when she makes her first statement after the deal is struck, his ears already pressing back against his head again. ]

What do you mean?

[ And why does he think he won't be happy with the answer?

He does lean forward, but just barely. Certainly not as much as she was probably hoping, but the twitching tail shows he's going to be a hard sell into immediate trust. ]

[foxpopuli]

No funny business, so don't worry about that.

[Despite their rugged and outdoorsy surroundings and activities, the "rope" being used to catch and capture "bears" might be any number of more inappropriate materials, silky bindings or restraints made for more casual play, thrown in alongside actual survivalist tools.

Miko holds her own "rope" aloft in an extremely nonthreatening manner, as casually and as nonchalantly as if she were waving around a plaything. Which, in all fairness, given their arrangement, she basically is.]

Just making sure we have plausible deniability here. You understand, don't you? [She flips the rope toward him the same way she might flick a feathered boa, only intending to drape it loosely--and a bit goofily--over his shoulders. If it gets caught on his ears (any of them), then he just didn't lean in well enough.]

[broca]

[ There's an element of sense to what she's saying here. While Broca doesn't really want to be caught or tied up here, the whole point of this activity is meant to be some sort of elaborate bondage as far as he can tell. Like everything else at the resort, he figures it boils down to some sort of sexual play at the very heart of the matter.

They're skirting the rules here by having her "catch" him without actually having any power struggle or proper catch. He doesn't like it, but he can suffer the facsimile of being captured in order to avoid someone's real attempts.

But because he didn't lean down far enough, it absolutely catches on one of his fuzzier ears, and hangs limply over his head, a length of it trailing down his face in a way that does look pretty damn goofy. ]

Plausible deniability...

[ He himself doesn't sound so convinced by this idea at this very moment. ]