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【 Thank you for choosing the Golden Peacock, 5-star resort and casino. You are currently registered as a WILDCARD in our system.

We are thrilled to announce that the Golden Peacock will be embracing autumn with a special outing. Current and new guests are invited to join us for a refreshing outdoor experience where participants can unplug, unwind, and connect with nature. During this time, all Watches will be disabled to the most basic functions (texting, calls, checking chip account) in order to encourage guests to disconnect.

Please look forward to two weeks of finding yourself amongst the trees. We hope you enjoy your stay, and have a fan-CAMP-stic time. 】

CAMPING

GETTING OFF THE GRID

As the resort moves into what it claims is autumn, the days grow shorter. The projected sun in the Vale sets in the afternoon, after which a faint chill falls. Then there’s the most excessive transformation of all – a portion of the Vale has transformed into a campground complete with a scenic lake, seemingly overnight. Statues nearby have been dressed up with flannel jackets and suspenders. Folksy banjo fills the air without any discernible source.

A section of the campgrounds have been reserved for tents. These tents vary in size, shape, and supplies. All tents, regardless of quality, are supplied with sex toys and lube. Staff and long-standing guests all agree — pretending to live in the wilderness and 'rough it' for a while is thrilling. This is what the peasants feel like all the time!

NOT ALL TENTS ARE EQUAL

► High-rank guests are allocated spacious and luxurious tents. These elaborate mini-homes come with TVs, beds, heaters, and plenty of supplies. Provided camping gear is high quality, ranging from state of the art flashlights to designer backpacks. It can't quite be considered roughing it in these tents, but glamping is camping too!

► Mid-rank guests are allocated moderate tents that comfortably fit up to three guests. These tents come with cots or sleeping bags, as well as standard camping gear to make their time living off the land fairly comfortable. While these tents lack the bells and whistles of the high-rank accommodations, they are more than enough for a comfortable but realistic camping experience.

► Low-rank guests are allocated the shabbiest tents. These sagging accommodations can shield one guest comfortably, but that doesn't stop staff from pairing low-ranking guests together in order to save space. Their 'sleeping bags' are a single blanket and hay bale pillow. There are no other included amenities aside from sex toys and a single lantern.

► Last but certainly not least: our Wildcards! All Wildcards have been randomly assigned. Whether they end up in a glamping tent or sleeping beneath a propped up sheet is left to chance. Wildcards also may find themselves waking up beside a current guest or another new arrival.

► Guests that "go camping" will discover that the door connecting the Vale to the rest of the resort has mysteriously vanished. Uh oh! Looks like there's no going back to the comfortable life anytime soon. Don't worry, the door will return when it's time to pack up and head home.

LET'S GET CRAFTY

► New characters still wake up naked save for a robe, as is standard for the Golden Peacock. This round’s robes are flannel gingham to embrace camping and autumn aesthetic. Some of these robes are much shorter than others; watch out that the lake breeze doesn’t reveal more than you wanted.

► Unlike the standard, there are no racks of clothes waiting for new arrivals outside of their tents. You're roughing it out in the woods, remember? Instead of clothing, Wildcards will find an assortment of raw materials to make clothes.

Fabric rolls, hemp, buckets of leaves, leather, and other assorted goods are waiting to be cobbled into something new. The staff have been kind enough to leave some small hunting knives and wooden needles to make crafting a bit easier. Of course, they won't stop anyone that wants to embrace the wild side and strut around naked.

HOME ON THE RANGE

Welcome to the Peacock Campgrounds! Nicknamed the Stomping Grounds by long-standing guests. Rustic and right off a sparkling lake, guests will find everything they need to live in the wilderness. Staff have expertly set up fire pits, benches, hammocks, and a wooden shed to act as a tool depository. There's even an outhouse, which is a real novelty to many of the long-standing guests. Do they just... squat over that hole and do their business? How wild!

Unlike previous resort-sponsored excursions, guests are expected to manage without the help of staff. That pile of wood won't be replenished once used; guests will have to go chop down trees and split their own. Food won't magically appear in their tents regardless of rank. Camping is all about living off the land. Though staff make themselves scarce to make the experience feel real, they lurk in the shadows, discreetly providing necessary tools and fixing broken equipment so guests won't struggle too much. It isn't fun if it's real hardship, after all!

DOES ANYONE KNOW HOW TO COOK?

► On the first camp morning, guests will find barrels of ingredients and cooking utensils left beside the central fire pit. These barrels are stocked with fruits and vegetables that won't spoil quickly, many of which are seasonal to autumn. They have also been left a few protein options like eggs, jerky, and canned ham. These ingredients are communal and limited. Once they run out, guests will have to hunt and gather in the Vale to collect more.

► Guests must prepare their own meals while camping. Not even the high-ranks are given any special treatment on this! While oil and firestarter are included in the initial supply, these too are limited and won't be replenished after use.

► Staff would never let their precious guests go without a sweet treat. A generous supply of hot cocoa and all the fixings for s'mores has been left behind as well. While none of the other food will be replenished, the hot cocoa and s'mores goodies seemingly never run out. A night around a campfire without roasting marshmallows or sipping cocoa would be too cruel to subject guests to.

SUPPLIES RUNNING LOW

► Guests will have to hunt and gather once ingredients dwindle if they want to eat. The wooden shed is home to a selection of tools that can be used to hunt: bows and arrows, hatchets, axes, fishing poles and line, etc. All tools are rudimentary and can break if not taken care of.

► The Vale is lush with wild fruits and vegetables. However, much like in reality, not all vegetation in the Vale is safe to eat. While some berries and mushrooms are consumable, others are toxic or psychedelics. One must also not forget that they're in the Golden Peacock: some unusual plants that grow in the vale may trigger arousal. Watch out that you don't eat something funky by accident!

► Before 'leaving', staff will explain that guests can fish or hunt small game running throughout the Vale. One particularly enthusiastic staff member will suggest guests track down the snoggleboffs, as they're extremely delicious after roasting on an open fire.

ACTIVITIES

TWO WEEKS OF ROUGHING IT

Camping can't be all about survival. Where's the fun in that? Before 'leaving', the staff arrange activities and events for guests to enjoy. A wooden bulletin board outlines times for group hikes, camping experiences, and wilderness delights. Adirondack chairs line the edge of the lake and a few tire swings hang over the water, tied to strong tree branches. For the first week and a half the weather is pleasant and sunny. Perfect for camping.

At night, acoustic guitars and other wooden instruments come out so that guests can make music around the bonfire. Projected stars dapple the night sky, forming various constellations sourced from guest worlds. The moon enters a different phase each night, shining a gentle silver across the campgrounds. Why not pull your sweetheart in and cuddle beneath the night sky? It's so romantic.

IN CAMP

► Guests that don't want a cold shower should make their way over to the shower stalls quickly. These outdoor showers hold very little hot water and run cold after about five minutes. First-come first-serve!

► A wood-chopping competition begins around lunchtime. There are two goals: to split as much wood as possible and looking sexy while doing it. Guests that chop wood unsexily immediately fail! Alternatively, sexiness with a pathetic number of chunks is more acceptable, but still a loss. Those that achieve both goals will instantly win a large payout. Failing to sexily cut wood won’t have any penalties associated with it, and you can always try again tomorrow!

► Bear hunting is a popular activity that even the spoiled long-standing guests are getting in on! No, not hunting real bears. That would be insane. Peacock's version of bear hunting involves hunting down bear-like guests and capturing them! Any guest that fits the criteria of big, thick, and strong may potentially be assigned the role of bear. Hunters who manage to tie up, handcuff, net, or otherwise 'capture' a 'bear' will instantly receive a large payout.

THE LAKE

► This sparkling lake is rich with fish. Enjoy sitting back on the long pier with a fishing rod or take one of the wooden boats out for a row around the lake. It's also safe to swim in, for guests that would like to take a dip and rinse off the sweat of camp living! Don't mind the random swim trunks or drink umbrellas that pop up now and then. This water is definitely fresh and not recycled from the summer beach extravaganza.

► Guests that do decide to take a dip may encounter a familiar friend. Fernando the tentacle monster is camping too! This randy tentacle monster is as horny as ever, eager to embrace guests and stick slippery tentacles into any reachable orifice.

► Once the sun goes down, many of the long-standing guests strip off their shoddily crafted clothes and sprint into the water for skinny dipping by moonlight! What's a camping excursion without a lake-side orgy? The best way to drown out those erotic moans from the lake is to head to the central fire pit and join in on some campfire songs.

OUTSIDE CAMP

► Those that head out of camp for a hike or hunt can enjoy any of the Vale's usual wonders. With autumn, shiny apples dangle from the trees and pumpkins pepper beneath their protruding roots. Along with autumnal fruits and vegetables, canned beef and ham have been mysteriously left in pockets close to the campgrounds. A little act of kindness from the staff; not everyone is cut out to hunt their own game!

► For those interested in hunting down some fresh game, walking around the forest in the morning may come with a stroke of luck. Strange little creatures the size of an adult's fist are active during this time. These hairy beasts come in brown and white, and screech, "Scrun scrun screeee!" when agitated.

Yes, these are the alleged snoggleboffs! Don't feel bad about hunting them, they're an invasive species that are unfriendly and eager to steal from unsuspecting guests. Their main strength is their speed, but once caught, they don't put up much of a fight.

► Guests that explore deep into the Vale may find a dark cave mouth that leads downward into a damp chamber. The ceiling glitters with stalactites and, along the wall, they'll find a horizontal crease with what seems to be... hair? If touched, this crease will creak open, revealing a large eye that darts back and forth before focusing on whoever woke it. Black pupils and iris bleed into one endless abyss.

Those that gaze directly into the eye will freeze. Their mind will remain active while their body locks in place, not unlike sleep paralysis. This trance will break once the eye blinks, which it will do after some time... but it can also be forced into blinking by force if there's someone who hasn't made eye-contact around to help. Frozen guests will be overwhelmed with the fear of abandonment for the duration of their paralysis. This fear will fade after the connection is broken, as if it wasn't their fear at all.

Like a regular eye, dirt or debris can force a blink. If this route is taken, the eye will go bloodshot and shut, refusing to open again. Any guest that inflicts damage to the eye may find that their suite, upon return, has been trashed. As if someone or something threw a big tantrum in there while they were gone. Wonder why that happened...?

HOWLING

CALL OF THE WILD

Temperatures drop drastically at night as the camping excursion nears its end. Nights become so chilly that morning dew frosts over, crunching beneath guest feet. Every day the light and its warmth set a little bit earlier. Staff remain elusive and do not provide warmer blankets or clothes for guests, leaving them to cuddle for warmth or find other ways to sleep comfortably during nightly cold snaps.

The moon hits its apex on the final night of camping. Unlike the other nights, this full moon shines blood red. The Vale stills under this ominous sign, silent. Snowflakes begins to fall, spreading an endless clean sheet across the campgrounds. That reflected pink hue is inescapable.

THE WEATHER TURNS

► Along with chilly nights, the last few days of camping feature inclement weather conditions. Clouds overtake the sun and rain falls, alternating between light mist and heavy downpour.

► Winds pick up, with speeds threatening to whip away the less stable tents. Guests that don't hunker down and add additional support to their tents may end up chasing them into the storm. Other loose items around the campgrounds may end up blown away as well.

BLOOD MOON

► Wild instinct rises with the blood moon. As crimson moonlight beckons, some guests may begin to feel ... strange. As if they need to claw their true selves free. Those that answer the call to bathe in the light of the blood moon will undergo a transformation.

► Basking in the light of the blood moon triggers a were-transformation. While the standard were that the blood moon inspires is the classic werewolf, guests may transform into any kind of were. Along with hybrid transformation, the blood moon stirs mating and sex impulses in these new weres. Remaining humans are at risk of being eaten... in the sexy way.

► Transformation into a were is not mandatory. Other guests may step into the blood moon's light and not experience any kind of transformation or impulse. These guests are now actors in a sexy horror scene, given the task of surviving the night surrounded by monsters! At least they're sexy monsters? Giving in and fucking on the wild side may be more fun.

PACKING UP

► After the crazy weather and horny werewolves, the staff judge that it's high time to wrap this excursion up. Guests will once again openly see these diligent workers the morning after the blood moon. They come flooding into the site with clothing, snacks, and other comforts while praising everyone for surviving for so long without the resort's usual luxuries.

► A first aid tent and cleaning station are swiftly erected. All guests that volunteer to treat injuries sustained over the course of the camping experience or help clean up the site will be compensated with a large payout.

► Every guest that participated in the camping event, regardless of whether they help wrap things up, will be issued a spa voucher. Go relax, you've earned some pampering after all of that hard living!

OOC NOTES

INVITES | RESERVES | APPLICATIONS

▶ BLANKET CW: altered states; eyes (descriptions only, incl. eye injury); exhibitionism; hunting (incl. hunting fantasy creatures); orgies; public sex; survival; temperature play; tentacles; transformation; violence

▶ All characters on the TDM are WILDCARDS, which means they have not yet been assigned a card value. Suits will not manifest until characters are accepted into the game.

▶ All TDMs are game canon. This TDM acts as the game's September event. Camping will ICly begin September 15th and end October 3rd.

▶ Current characters may top level on the TDM. Any current characters posting to the TDM should note they are current in their subject header.

▶ The top level directory is for new characters only. We want to make sure new characters are prioritized and receive attention! If you would be interested in a game invitation, you can note that in your comment header.

▶ Smut threads that take place on this TDM can be used for rewards. If both parties in the smut thread join the game, you may retroactively apply the character's initial card values to your 52 bank. If one character does not join the game the thread will not be applicable toward rewards (as that character would not have a card value). The character that does join would still receive a small payout for the encounter. Hopefully it was a fun thread regardless!

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

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

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Comments

Ardyn Izunia ↝ FFXV ↝ New Player

[fatedfinality]

↝ kiss the cook.

Despite what most people would believe, Ardyn can cook. He just doesn't need to most of the time. Well, he doesn't need to eat most of the time but he's trying to keep up appearances... wherever this is. You nod off for the first time in nearly a decade and look what happens!

He is actually more upset about than it than he's letting on, but perhaps someone will notice his chop of vegetables is a little more aggressive than need be. He cracks that egg pretty violently. His eyes linger on the fire just a bit too long before he's distracted or someone draws near and he offers an easygoing sort of smile that doesn't actually reach his eyes.

"Did you bring back anything good, dear?" he asks, already leaning into the humor of his position as 'stay at home' chef of the campground thus far. He could hunt, sure, but why do all that work when he can stay here instead? He can cook whatever people bring if they can't. They both get to eat. It's a mutually beneficial arrangement!

↝ an audience you didn't ask for.

He didn't seem to get the memo about the skinny dipping or orgy at the lake. While he came to get away from the main campgrounds and brood contemplate, it seems several others had far different expectations. Far be it from him to stop anyone from having their amorous fun out in nature. As a younger man, he'd indulged in that very whim himself quite a few times.

Now, though? He lacks a partner or really any motivation to find one. Instead, he'll participate by finding a place to sit and observe. Some people are into that, right? Being watched? Unfortunately, because he's him and doesn't know how to shut up, he also can't help but commentate.

You can feel free to hear such taunts or heckling as:

• "Come on, man, put your back into it. Mine is bad and I could do better than that."


• "You might as well head into the lake with how dry this performance is."


• "I wouldn't recommend that position- It's fun in theory, but your thighs won't thank you for it later."


• "Oh, you poor thing. You don't know how to tell someone is faking it."


• ... and more!

If he gets a rise out of someone who confronts him about this, good. He needed something a bit more intense to distract him from his own thoughts out here anyway.

↝ blood on the tongue.

( █ cw for: body horror, likely dubcon, potential for non-con, gore )As the moon turns its crimson gaze upon the campgrounds, Ardyn feels the shift in himself before any physical changes. "If I were you," he says, to anyone near as he brings a hand to his head, "I would run."

Usually, he keeps himself in check where he can. He tries so hard to not let The Scourge have too much of a foothold lest he lose himself to it. It doesn't always work, but he tries.But for the first time in a while, that control lapses. It's ripped away from out under him in a deluge of strange, albeit not foreign instincts. If anything, it's the Scourge's natural drive for ruination within him but amplified.

His fingers tear forth on into dripping, black claws. The fur that starts to line his body is also inky in color but also quite literally. It shines with the tinge of the Scourge seeping forth from his pores as he changes. White sclera turns black and poison pours from his waterline, his maw now full of razor sharp fangs and a longer, thicker tongue than he's used to.

He tears into the earth beneath him and brings his head up to roar over the snapping, elongating, and shifting of bones. When the transformation seems to be complete, he lets out a loud huff of visible air in the cold night. Yellow eyes dart up though and immediately scan for the first target they can find.

He meant it when he advised them to run. He's driven by nothing but instinct now and lunges immediately.

↝ wildcard / plot with me.

(( hello hi it's chai again. please mind the CWs and know that Ardyn himself uhhh tends to come with a lot, but we can hash those out when we get there! you can find me in the same places tentamenace, tentamenace on discord, or PM this journal! ))

Blood on the tongue- because those trigger warnings practically call for my muse lol

[8chohakkai8]

For many, the warning would have surely instilled fear. It would have triggered a prey instinct to survive, flee, and get out before it was too late. But Arden wasn't the only one who fell prey to the blood moon's effects. Although not physically changing in an outright bestial manner, Hakkai's own senses were going off in a way that made it impossible to walk away.

One predator does not simply encroach on another's territory without repercussion.

A small smile tugged at his lips at the sight, a glimpse of fangs flashing in warning in response to the beast that stood before him. A single glowing cat's eye narrowed as it focused on this new challenge.

"My, my, how scary," he spoke out, his tone civil and polite but underlying a sense of danger. His head tilted, the vine-like markings that decorated his skin moved and shifted as if it were a living creature. His hand reaches out and tenses, sharp claws extending only longer in anticipation. "To think people just allow their pet dogs to roam free."

[fatedfinality]

A challenge, is it? He does so enjoy someone that tries to test him. Granted, no one's been able to succeed for a long, long time- But who knows? Under this crimson moon, anything might be possible.

After his lurch forward, a large paw(?) raises to strike. Although he would usually have a sharp retort or quip to give, he finds that a maw isn't as conducive to talking as a mouth would be. That's fine. He can speak through his actions instead. Currently, his intentions are rather clear: he means to contest this so-called territory with a deep growl and swat towards the other man.

If he wants to keep his place, he's going to have to fight Ardyn for it.

[8chohakkai8]

"I see, so you're completely lost. Pity," A soft purr echoed out between sharp fangs. And here Hakkai was, hoping to have a small, amusing verbal tryst with the human turned wildling, to toy with the potential meal before they just dug straight into it.

Oh well.

Watching as Ardyn charged forward, Hakkai remained surprisingly still in response. Only moving as the large paw came swiping down upon him. Raising his hand, swiping up at the impact, and using the momentum of Ardyn's lunge and his larger size to grapple with his arm. Intending to use the weight to turn, pull the other forward, and flip him over his shoulder and onto the ground in a one-arm shoulder throw.

[fatedfinality]

Near completely, at any rate. It wouldn't have taken much for Ardyn regardless. He was already pretty lost to his murderous instincts on a good day. This? Well, it might still be a good day. It depends on how much blood he gets on his maw before the end of it, how many screams ring in his ears- He'll decided then what kind of day he had.

For now? It's interesting. He expected a retaliation but not quite like this. He's pulled and thrown over the man. Rather than being thrown onto his back though or off-balance, the werewolf twists and digs his large, clawed feet into the earth beneath him. He jolts forward against towards Hakkai's back this time with just as much vicious ferocity.

Like most things, he wasn't about to make this easy for either of them.

Local plant monster uses vine powers for devious means in smut game

[8chohakkai8]

"Ah!" Oh! He had fast reflexes!

The surprise had managed to get Hakkai's eyes to widen with surprise. Refusing to let go as their arms now seemed to be locked into one another's despite the awkward angle. He was at an obvious disadvantage in weight and build, so he knew that if he relied on brute strength against this man-turned-beast, he would quickly be at a disadvantage.

So, he instead decided to utilize the skills he had inherited. His own heels digging into the ground in resistance to Ardyn's push, his back pressed against the other man's torso, his hands holding tightly onto Ardyn's arm. Really, the position could have been perceived as something very different from two blood thirsty beasts trying to maul each other if anyone happened to pass.

But Hakkai didn't mind, instead holding his ground as his grip tightened, long, sharp claws digging into Ardyn as, suddenly, something else began to wrap around him.

Long slender vines, seeming to sprout from Hakkai's very skin, traveled up the entirety of Ardyn's arm, hopefully wrapping him into place, keeping their two bodies together.

an audience you didn't ask for

[fraternallyyours]

Toma himself is no fan of the nightly... goings-on at the lake. He just finds the whole thing obnoxious - and worse yet, as someone who prefers some level of privacy when he bathes, and the lake currently his best option...

Yeah. So, he hates this.

It's in the process of skirting the edge of the lake, searching out an area that isn't too terribly crowded, that he passes by... this fuckin' guy, just, heckling the participants? That might actually be more obnoxious than the orgy itself. Toma doesn't even bother hiding how he scoffs as he passes by.

[fatedfinality]

It does seem a bit of a conundrum, doesn't it? Ardyn himself could probably stand a bath. Sitting alone in dilapidated ruins of a city with rotting corpses for years means he probably isn't very 'fresh.'

He does catch Toma though as he obviously tries to avoid the larger points of gathering. And, of course, he catches that scoff. "Oh?" he questions, leaning back a little on the stump he'd been sitting on. "Do you have some better insults in mind, perhaps?" He knows that's not why Toma is sighing at his general direction but it's more fun this way.

[fraternallyyours]

That would sure do it.

Meanwhile: Oh god, he's been addressed. Ugh, and he told Chobe he wouldn't just completely throw out all the work he's done to maintain his reputation here... well, he can at least try and cover for himself a bit.

Toma answers with something more like a sigh, brushing a stray lock of hair over his shoulder. "Not in particular - do you really have so little to do?"

...So maybe his cover is still a bit passive-aggressive. At least it isn't outright aggressive, right?

[fatedfinality]

That sigh is a beautiful sound to Ardyn's ears. Of course, it is. It means that he's been acknowledged just as Toma realized he'd been directly addressed. It means there's a mutual interest here. Good? Bad? It doesn't matter, it exists and that's all Ardyn needs to sink his claws in to something.

"There are better uses of my time, probably," he admits, giving a small shrug. "But this is one of the more fun uses so I went with that." Alright, bud.