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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!
A section of the campgrounds have been reserved for tents. These tents vary in size, shape, and supplies. All tents, regardless of quality, are supplied with sex toys and lube. Staff and long-standing guests all agree — pretending to live in the wilderness and 'rough it' for a while is thrilling. This is what the peasants feel like all the time!
HOME ON THE RANGE
Welcome to the Peacock Campgrounds! Nicknamed the Stomping Grounds by long-standing guests. Rustic and right off a sparkling lake, guests will find everything they need to live in the wilderness. Staff have expertly set up fire pits, benches, hammocks, and a wooden shed to act as a tool depository. There's even an outhouse, which is a real novelty to many of the long-standing guests. Do they just... squat over that hole and do their business? How wild!
Unlike previous resort-sponsored excursions, guests are expected to manage without the help of staff. That pile of wood won't be replenished once used; guests will have to go chop down trees and split their own. Food won't magically appear in their tents regardless of rank. Camping is all about living off the land. Though staff make themselves scarce to make the experience feel real, they lurk in the shadows, discreetly providing necessary tools and fixing broken equipment so guests won't struggle too much. It isn't fun if it's real hardship, after all!
Unlike previous resort-sponsored excursions, guests are expected to manage without the help of staff. That pile of wood won't be replenished once used; guests will have to go chop down trees and split their own. Food won't magically appear in their tents regardless of rank. Camping is all about living off the land. Though staff make themselves scarce to make the experience feel real, they lurk in the shadows, discreetly providing necessary tools and fixing broken equipment so guests won't struggle too much. It isn't fun if it's real hardship, after all!
ACTIVITIES
TWO WEEKS OF ROUGHING IT
Camping can't be all about survival. Where's the fun in that? Before 'leaving', the staff arrange activities and events for guests to enjoy. A wooden bulletin board outlines times for group hikes, camping experiences, and wilderness delights. Adirondack chairs line the edge of the lake and a few tire swings hang over the water, tied to strong tree branches. For the first week and a half the weather is pleasant and sunny. Perfect for camping.
At night, acoustic guitars and other wooden instruments come out so that guests can make music around the bonfire. Projected stars dapple the night sky, forming various constellations sourced from guest worlds. The moon enters a different phase each night, shining a gentle silver across the campgrounds. Why not pull your sweetheart in and cuddle beneath the night sky? It's so romantic.
At night, acoustic guitars and other wooden instruments come out so that guests can make music around the bonfire. Projected stars dapple the night sky, forming various constellations sourced from guest worlds. The moon enters a different phase each night, shining a gentle silver across the campgrounds. Why not pull your sweetheart in and cuddle beneath the night sky? It's so romantic.
HOWLING
CALL OF THE WILD
Temperatures drop drastically at night as the camping excursion nears its end. Nights become so chilly that morning dew frosts over, crunching beneath guest feet. Every day the light and its warmth set a little bit earlier. Staff remain elusive and do not provide warmer blankets or clothes for guests, leaving them to cuddle for warmth or find other ways to sleep comfortably during nightly cold snaps.
The moon hits its apex on the final night of camping. Unlike the other nights, this full moon shines blood red. The Vale stills under this ominous sign, silent. Snowflakes begins to fall, spreading an endless clean sheet across the campgrounds. That reflected pink hue is inescapable.
The moon hits its apex on the final night of camping. Unlike the other nights, this full moon shines blood red. The Vale stills under this ominous sign, silent. Snowflakes begins to fall, spreading an endless clean sheet across the campgrounds. That reflected pink hue is inescapable.
OOC NOTES
▶ BLANKET CW: altered states; eyes (descriptions only, incl. eye injury); exhibitionism; hunting (incl. hunting fantasy creatures); orgies; public sex; survival; temperature play; tentacles; transformation; violence
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▶ All 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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▶ 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.
zelos wilder ❆ tales of symphonia ❆ returning character
❆ ii. a day on the lake
( could make it sexy if you want, but will assume it's just for the gag unless you say otherwise )
❆ iii. wildcard
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But there's gotta be at least one familiar one.
It would be easy, he thinks, to scour the camp for him. To run around, peering into tents, peeking around trees, ducking his head in the lake, all just to catch a glimpse of those long legs, or that white head of hair. Even as he listens with senses that shouldn't be his, there's too much noise to filter past, but some part of himself is determined to believe that he couldn't be here. And so? The first step... is preparing.
He spends the next chunk of time doing just that. The fire pit is the key location for all of his prep, where he quickly sweet talks his way into enough set up space to begin creating his masterpiece. Graham crackers, chocolate, marshmallows, more chocolate, more graham crackers, more marshmallows— he stacks his s'more so high that it's about the size of his own face before he considers it completed. And then, setting it atop his paper plate, he sets on his mission: find the man in question!
Turns out, it doesn't take long. Could it be... fate? Or maybe he just toasted so many marshmallows it drove whispers to bring the sweets fiend closer? Whatever it is, Zelos spots him from across the campsite, and cups one hand to his mouth to call as loudly and drawn out as possible. )
SAAAAAAAATOOOOOOOOOOORUUUUUUUUUUUU!!!
( Nobody else liked that. But that's fine; Zelos is busy trying to see if Gojo is going to approach him, or if he's going to have to take this mega s'more on a little run. )
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there's little reason for him to go elsewhere, except for the fact that his tent reminds him of the sheer loneliness of his suite--large, overbearing, the kind of glorious displays of wealth and privilege that would have been obvious, back home, as the heir to the gojou clan. in contrast, escaping out into the chilly night air feels more freeing; even if the sky above them isn't real, some generated hoax of the resort, even if all the trees will disappear soon enough, at least it's here for now--little firepits and chairs dot the shores near the edge of the lake, and he's taken to wandering down there, listening in idly on conversations and laughter and skinny dipping threats out into the cold water.
granted--even with the six eyes, even with all of his techniques intact, he still doesn't expect to hear his name.
it's loud, an echoing, shrill yelp that stirs up some of the birds in the trees, stills some of the nearby conversations--who the hell was that grouses some guy sitting at a nearby fire pit, hugging his girl in close, and a roar of drunk laughter starts from another fire, as though they seem to take the yelling with good cheer. pointedly, he's squinting past his sunglasses, trying to locate the sound of the voice, because--
well, but it couldn't be him. zelos has been gone for a long time, even if he hadn't been able to locate his statue.
but barreling across the grass towards him, holding a monstrously large wad of chocolate, marshmallow, and graham crackers, is someone who all of his senses and all of his eyes says is zelos--enough that he whips his sunglasses off to crunch them into his palm, like something must be lying to him. his heart rabbits around wildly in his chest, jittery and pleased. )
NUH UH, NO!! ( he yells back, loudly, stuffing his sunglasses into the front pocket of his sweatshirt--his other arm jerks out, pointing an offending finger towards zelos even as he starts to clear the space between them, full of playfully fabricated defensive hurt. )
You LEFT me, you don't get to make up for it now!
( apparently he intends to put on quite the break-up show for everyone nearby. )
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( Just as always, Gojo falls right into line with his shenanigans, huh. It brings a fleeting warmth past the icy, chilling thoughts of just how long he'd been gone. The realization of it, when he'd first woken up, had been almost too much. Crushing, lonely, certain that no one would remember him, no one would have missed him, no one would have noticed. That the one thing he'd spent his whole life thinking about would be proven right, right then and there.
But Gojo is breaking through that, even with that showy rejection. He knows the group back home would be pissed, if he pulled this kind of stunt— they'd turn it all serious, criticize him, call him careless and cruel. But Gojo seems to get it, he thinks; he seems to get that it's easier to deal with intense emotions through something of a buffer, first. It means he can focus on the crunch of soil beneath his feet as he runs, the breeze beneath his silly little gingham robe as he runs. Physical things to ground him so he doesn't have to focus too long on how he just hopes others were checking on Gojo this whole time, that he wasn't alone. )
Don't be so cold now, huuuunnyyyyy!
( He's coming closer, but his attention snaps to a mutter off to the side about how he must be some lying cheater, and lets out an exasperated sigh. At this volume, it's kind of like a little yell. )
Ahhhh, stop making me look bad! I'm innocent, I swear! I didn't leave, I was kidnapped, stolen away, held back!
( And with his feet finally carrying him close enough, he pulls into a dramatic bow of apology, plate of s'mores held out in outstretched hands, insistent. )
I made this just for you! ( And in one last peek of his eyes up and over that plate, he tries to meet Gojo's, tries to resist the urge to just tackle him here and now. It would ruin the s'mores. ) Unless... you don't want this Ultra Big Mega Super Snacker S'mores Sandwich?
( He named it. )
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he listens, standing there, and it's close enough that he could easily swat that plate to the ground and put his arms up around zelos' neck in relief; he breathes behind his hand, spreading long fingers so that one pointed blue eye can stare out at him from behind his self-made mask. )
You know, it's cheating to offer me chocolate and think that I can have morals or whatever.
( with a dramatic sigh, steeling himself, he lets his hand drop down away from his face--and he takes a step forward, but only so that he can stretch an arm out and graze his fingertips along the plate's edge, hooking up a bit of spilled, melted marshmallow off the side.
matter-of-factly, he pops that finger right back into his own mouth, considering. )
Did you miss me?
( there's a loud gasp from one of the fire pits nearby--and from another, a guy yells out, say you did! it's a test! )
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Of course I missed you.
( Serious, and lower in tone, it's a clear difference from the over-exaggerated yelling and whining he usually gets up to. Someone gasps, from their little audience, a loud and dramatic sound that cuts through the brief silence.
But, it wouldn't be Zelos if he could keep that up for too long, of course— the raw emotion feels too vulnerable in his chest, and he's too much of a coward to face it head on without any interruption. So, he chances a step forward and a half turn, free arm looping itself around Gojo's waist in an insistent tug to plant them side by side, s'mores still held out in front of the both of them, a shiny temptation. )
Just like youuuu missed the Great Zelos Wilder, right? Right? ( Cheery, upbeat, and overly loud, he leans in closer. And closer. Face practically smooshing against Gojo's, even if he has to lift onto his tip-toes for it. )
You know what they say about that, don't you? If you missed me, you gotta kiss me!
( That's not a— oh, he's already doing big dramatic kissy faces towards Gojo's cheek, as loudly as possible. Truly a clown. )
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is he slipping? is he letting people get too close? he can't say he dislikes it, the way zelos feels warm against him, and the promise of sweets in front of him--
fine, fine, he's got him. with a dramatic sigh, he tilts his head to the other side as though to avoid the dramatic kissy faces being jerked up towards him. )
I missed the chocolate more. ( loudly, but it's obviously a tease--he's grinning, anyway, one arm lifting so that it can drape across zelos' shoulders, making it easier to stand there; the other hand is trying to break off a piece of the giant smore, and struggling. )
I'll kiss you tonight. You know, when you're sleeping in my tent.
( finally, at least, he gets a piece of graham cracker and gooey chocolate: close enough. he pops it into his mouth. )
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Ah..... thank you.
[ too polite to call him out on his noise pollution... she comes and sits next to him, a little cautiously ]
Are you new? I haven't seen your face before...
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( A little cryptic, but it's mostly because he doesn't know the full answer himself. No, he's not new, but how long has he been gone? He doesn't want to think about it. Still, with a bright grin, he leans over the arm of his chair closest to her. )
But I guess I've been gone for longer than I thought! I'd definitely remember a cutie like you. ( Wink. Shameless. ) You can call me Zelos. ♥ What's your name, beautiful?
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You were here previously? [ probably before her time ] Ah.... my name is Haru. May I ask.... were you able to go home?
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( By some mercy, before he can continue on about her name and the weather, or make some cheesy comment about her being a breath of fresh air, she asks a question that gets a pause.
Ah. You know, he had played out a lot in his head before making his approach into public, about how he'd act, about the best way to keep people in high spirits. But that question, while he should have realized how important it would be, had slipped his mind completely.
His smile doesn't falter so much as pause, and he brings a hand up to his chin like he has to think about it. )
Oh, home? Yeah, I was here for a while, but... ( There's a temptation there to not crush her dreams, to give her some sense of hope... But maybe that's worse. ) Nope. Not that I remember, anyway.
Why do you ask?
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[ she is spared some flirtations, and not spared the truth, which.... to be honest, she does appreciate. she'd prefer the truth, cold and unrelenting as it is, over some sweet lie, and she can appreciate that this man doesn't insult her by assuming she can't take it ]
[ she does deflate a little, though ]
I was simply wondering if there was another way to go home rather than collecting all the cards... but thank you for being honest. I do appreciate it. ... It must be frustrating to be back here, even if you didn't go home.
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( And for anyone normal, that might be true. But he's a little relieved, to have more of a break, to be missing this long. Part of himself still hopes that things are continuing back home without him, that Seles has moved into his position, and he's freed of all of it without the pain...
But he knows that's too good to be true. This is just procrastination. Assisted procrastination. )
But don't worry about little old me. Life's so easy back home, this is pretty much just a vacation for me! ( Uh huh. ) If I remember right, I think plenty of people were trying their hands at ways of getting home... No luck yet, huh?
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Unfortunately, Wriothesley is kind of Just A Guy.]
Oh? What exactly can I do? [Not to leave a man helpless, but going against Fernando as he is also seems...futile?] Have you asked him to stop? [This is probably an infuriating thing to say, but hey, if he hasn't tried then maybe...? It's not like he's an expert of giant aquatic creatures. Maybe if they sip water as a hobby and don't know what a vacation is.]
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( There's almost a pause, a stillness in the air as Zelos voices his bafflement at that sort of response. But then he's flung around again some more, dropped from one tentacle to another only to be stretched out a little like taffy. He makes loud, exaggerated noises the entire time. )
Of course— I asked him— agh!
( His hand slips free from one grasp, leaving him hanging by an ankle from only one tentacle, now, hair and arms draping down in his exhaustion. )
Wriothesleeeeeey... ( Whining. But hey, there's the proof that he remembers. Proof that, beyond his comical yelling here, he's sure Wriothesley may be interested in. ) Distract it or something! Throw me a branch!
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But, wow. Should he be charmed that Zelos remembers him all this time? He has no idea... He does glance around himself to see if there's really anything to throw at the other to help with.
He doesn't really think that a branch will do much, honestly. Unless being poked by a stick is that strong. He huffs a little as gauntlets appear around his fists.] Fine, fine. Let's try this on for size. [As he winds his fist back, the gauntlet releases some latches before he sends his fist forward.] ORA!
[He doesn't expect to actually do any serious damage, but the torrential whirlwind of ice that hurls towards Fernando will maybe send enough of a chill to distract or cause them to drop Zelos.]
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Zelos, who has fallen with as little grace as possible into the lake, now resurfaces with a rough spitting of water and a gasp for air. his hair is a little messy, draped over his face, but he flips it back and smears his face a little dry...
Before immediately lunging to wrap his arms around Wriothesley's shoulders like he's just saved his life. )
My hero! ♥ ( Nothing like being a little silly for a welcome back, right? ) I thought I'd never get outta there...
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Now he's also a little wet though. Then again, Wriothesley was often checking the waters around the prison, so this isn't so new to him.] I'm sure he would have eventually dropped you or something. I'm surprised to see you around though. It's been awhile since I've seen you around.
[He's not surprised that Zelos remembers him, but maybe he's also a little surprised since it had been a hot minute.] How are you doing otherwise? [You know. Aside from being a toy for Fernando to toss around.]
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( In exaggeration, though mostly to make it seem like he's being extra and it's not actually anything to worry about. The truth is, he is cold to the touch, chilly like he's just come out of a fridge, but nothing too serious. But he's going to play it off like it's due to the lake water, and not that he was a statue for ages. )
That is not how I wanted to enjoy being finally free enough to walk around, thank you very much.
( He is going to cling and hope Wriothesley swims them enough back to shore, by the way. )
What about you?
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II!
The lake, once serene, now echos with screams. Quincy stands 🧍♂️on the bank and watches; it’s obvious that the tentacle monster isn’t trying to hurt him, but he isn’t quite sure that the intimate encounter between them is mutually consensual. Getting involved would be extremely troublesome, but he is a protector and guardian…
The crystal on Zelos’ chest glints in the light when he’s dunked into the lake over and over like a teabag. Quincy’s gaze falls onto it and his fingers twitch. Another clan member? His own gemstone is embedded into the back of his right hand, similarly catching light as he moves. Between that and being caught plainly watching, Quincy sighs, finally kicking off his boots and peeling off his shirt to trudge forward into the lake.
Another tentacle slaps against his
fat titschest—evidentially Fernando is down for a threesome—and he slides an arm over it, holding it against his body while kicking his feet, closing the gap between them so he can grab the tentacle thrashing Zelos, ]Try to pull it off.
[ He can’t do all the work. ]
gmail ate this one, why
But he can't ogle those bazongas forever. For as much as it's fun comic relief to be tossed around by this horny guy, it's making him a little motion sick, and there's only so far he's willing to go for the bit. So, he reacts quickly, gripping at the section of tentacle still thoroughly latched onto him but held steady by Quincy, and pulling to remove its suckers with rather loud pops! )
I'm trying!
( One or two pry off, but with the third, Fernando actually lifts it a little of his own accord, the change in force resulting in a sharp slap of the appendage against Zelos' face, earning a pained grunt and resulting in a bright red mark in the shape of a tentacle tip across his pretty face. It also, coincidentally, frees him! ...By sending him flipping over and splashing back into the lake water. He's probably fine. )
trying to deny our love
Quincy abandons Fernando and dives forward, grabbing Zelos to drag him to the lake’s bank. Not particularly considering positioning in the wake of dodging wiggling tentacles, Quincy plants Zelos’ face into his busty buxom cleavage protectively as he swims to keep him from getting snatched by upset Fernando.
Once he reaches the shore, he lets Zelos go from the grip of his tits. ]
Are you okay?
[ Asks the man that nearly smothered him to death via boobs. ]
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( As soon as he's freed and on dry land, Zelos drops boneless to the floor in a dramatic showing of his relief (and his lack of oxygen from booba), ass in the air before it slowly slides down flat with the rest of him. Finally, with a heavy exhale like he's only just remembered to breathe, he pushes himself to sit up, crossing his legs and scrubbing at his own head. )
Oh, man... I seriously thought I was gonna die!
( To a horny tentacle monster, no less! Dramatics aside, Zelos looks completely fine, he was not about to die, and he's now busy wringing his hair out and tilting his head to one side like he's expecting water to comically flow from his ears. Despite the shenanigans, at least he's still pretty. )
Thanks, man! ( His head lifts to take a good look at Quincy now that he's not being flung about, giving him a little up and down... Taking note of whatever seems most interesting. ) I owe you one.
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boobasmuscular chest that are the most interesting, it’s the gemstone embedded into the back of his right hand and adorned with additional filigree. It glints in sunlight when Quincy squats beside Zelos, elbows on his knees and hands relaxed in the gap between them. It’s a mutual moment of assessment, one where Quincy suddenly announces: ]Polka dots.
[ Fernando’s left his calling card. Tentacles come with suction cups, and evidentially, the monster had been feeling particularly lascivious when dunking poor Zelos like a teabag. Quincy had a few pink spots on his stomach and back from his encounter, but comparatively, the butt naked Zelos is covered in a smattering that’s reminiscent of a woman’s spring frock.
He reaches out to poke the center of Zelos head, where Fernando had left a particularly lusty suction cup stain. ]
He really liked you.
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( Zelos reaches up to touch at the same spot he was poked, eyes flicking back out to the lake as he chases away the mild embarrassment at it all. Liked him, who knows why, it's not like he cares or anything... )
I just hope these marks fade soon. I don't even have my clothes from before.
( And he does look like he's covered in polka dots. That, apparently, is far more embarrassing than being butt naked in front of a lake. And he's shameless enough to not mind either, really, as his eyes catch that gem embedded into the guy's hand. Immediately, his own hand shoots out to catch him, turning it over so that he can get a closer look, eyes narrowing a little more seriously than before.
It looks similar to an exsphere, but the color is off... )
Where'd you get this?
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