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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 EQUALHigh-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 TURNSAlong 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.

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▶ 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!

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anbu: (i'm burning bridges)

[personal profile] anbu 2025-09-17 09:38 pm (UTC)(link)
[Rise from their beds to enter the world — it is a romantic, practical sentiment. And what are the names of the other hours, or is waking the priority of this man's culture? Itachi chooses not to ask.]

You have. [Quieter words, as if thoughtful where the line between civility crosses either into courage or foolishness, or both in equal measure.] ... We are all outworlders here, it seems. My name would mean nothing to you. Sharing one's own identity demands a level of trust and expectation, does it not?

[After all, there is no reason he couldn't lie. Assume another name, and obfuscate all of his wrongdoings, his nature, that entire history up until the dark line of death drew a curtain over his sense of self. Where Phainon reclines, he remains rigidly standing, unpreoccupied with the promise that he would fetch his own food. There are fruits and vegetables he can find later if needed.

Low, almost a sigh —]


Itachi.

[It matters little who he is in a place like this.]

Have you spoken to any other guests? I imagine that your demeanor would have made you approachable.
greatestworks: (pic#18055288)

[personal profile] greatestworks 2025-09-18 01:39 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Would it have been simpler to say 'til morning?' What is morning, to one who lives under the eternal sunshine of the Dawn Device? What is tomorrow, if there is never a tonight?

Phainon is more sure than ever that caution, or prudence, tempers this man. It isn't the first time his friendly overtures have been deflected one after another; he's riposted and countered the parries of a much more reticent man than this. Back then, he was a more innocent person, seeing only the destination and striving in a dozen, a hundred ways to get there. Whether the goal was as lofty as deliverance or as humble as relating with his fellow man, determination spurred him before fate defined him with endurance.

His question is met with the patience of his two-toned gaze. At a glance, the two occupy opposing poles: Phainon, seemingly relaxed and comfortable even in these wholly different circumstances, Itachi standing rigid and solitary, an monochromatic gash in the green.

One, expectant and possibly trusting, the other... ]


You flatter me, [ he waves that off, his voice rich with companionable good humor, ] I only wish to put people at ease. There's quite enough tension to go around already.

[ Phainon's voice dips perceptibly with that last admission, thoughtful, reserved. Do the circumstances not warrant it? Almost all of them - if not every last one - might be refugees plucked from across a Cosmos he has never seen. And on that note, he rests the bowl on the log with a sigh, turning his head to look in the direction of the modest setup, the tables and camp chairs, presently occupied by others. ] Everyone I've met, [ he says quietly, ] 'Players' and 'Wildcards'... bereft of all the places they know, they're looking for someone. Or something.

They may come together for a time to fill their bellies, but more than that, I think, the chance to connect is...

[ His eyes track back to his standing guest, and at once he affects a smile, tipping his head while the pensive longing in his voice pitches into joviality. ]

I digress. So! Which one are you looking for, Lord Itachi? Perhaps I can help.
anbu: (in the midnight)

[personal profile] anbu 2025-09-20 04:25 am (UTC)(link)
[Attention wanders, Itachi can tell, as if the man cannot help his own preoccupation with those who surround him — how he offers himself by name and place, poetry and language, with an earnestness that goes beyond any ulterior motive on the shallow surface.

The only world he's known contains so little of such nature, that for a moment it is so jarring he only looks at Phainon. Lord Itachi washes over his expression and doesn't change it at all, except for the lowered angle of his eyes, dark and direct as they memorize the tall, muscular stature of an undeniable warrior before him. He imagines how easy it would be to take a seat beside this man on the blanketed log, and begin to pick the pieces of information out of his mind like leaves on a young tree — if every fragile piece might surrender themselves to his every pluck, just because he can. He wouldn't even need the heritage of his eyes.

And better for that, because he doesn't know how his body is affected here.]


You appear to be seeking more than I am, Phainon-san. Perhaps it should be my question instead.

[He breaks his prolonged gaze at last, turning away.]

Wait a moment.

[He doesn't leave Phainon's periphery as he goes to one of the stations set up for hot cocoa. Two cups, each held separately in either hand — then returning to the log, he offers one out. This time the robe of his sleeve shifts enough to reveal the extended burn tissue over his right hand and wrist, disappearing into shadow up his forearm. Healed, but still a visibly recent wound.]
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[personal profile] greatestworks 2025-09-21 12:13 am (UTC)(link)
[ Because of the gulf carved between common Amphoreans and the ones whose blood ran as holiest gold, in order to memorize and shoulder the wishes of every person, Phainon needed to be approachable. To that end, he adopted an affable and jovial manner, attempted to emulate the discretion and diplomacy of his teachers, and engaged often with the public.

Itachi could easily pluck information from him as one might the jewel-like fruits of a pomegranate, but the choicest pieces will yet require digging. It's debatable how much of it would be useful, except... There is something useful about someone so willing and so able to freely speak with others and gain their trust.

There seem to be no forthcoming answers for Itachi's 'Perhaps it should be my question instead.' Phainon's lashes lower, thoughtfully. The smile on his mouth remains a suggestion. ]


Is that so?

[ This, said more to himself; he nods only in response to Itachi's request that he wait, and by the time he returns, has moved on past his preoccupation. His hands lift to accept the offered cup, his eyes betraying the only hiccup to an otherwise smooth transition, snagging on the edge of that sleeve, on the burned scar tissue glimpsed within.

To his credit, Phainon doesn't immediately pry, but he knows that searing agony all too well. ]
Should I be wary of poison, [ he asks, a little slyly. ] ...I jest. Thank you for the drink.

I can see you're still guarded. I do mean you no ill will. Let my actions speak for my sincerity.