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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!

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Comments

[gurge]

[ but Getou is the kind of person who at least tries to not let his emotions cloud his judgment or control his thinking, and a person who can manipulate spiritual energy or access some kind of otherworldly power are a dime a dozen in Golden Peacock. Megumi doesn't register as anything out of the ordinary to him, and yet there's some niggling annoyance there that feels unfounded, even in spite of the somewhat rude intrusion. ]

[ comically, lightning flashes beyond the tent's warm embrace immediately after his words. in the silence that follows as he only watches, thunder rolls in shortly after. it prompts Getou to shrug his shoulders, pointing his spoon at the empty sleeping bag on the other side of the tent, lantern and dinner between. ]

Suit yourself, [ a relief, for some reason, ] but there's some more stew in that pot there, if you want. Don't drag rain in everywhere.

[shadowdogs]

[His face is just fine.


even if he's the spitting image of Toji


Once Megumi secures the tent shut, he takes off his shoes by the entrance of it before moving further inside. His top is a bit damp from rain, and muddy shoes were a problem, but otherwise, he's dry. He settles on one of the sleeping bags, closer to the entrance, not wanting to be in the way, and shakes his head at the offer.]

Thanks, but I think I've had enough of camping food. [For now. Until he gets hungry to the point he can't be picky. Then he'll go fishing. Also, he's not about to eat someone else's supplies!

He tries not to look at the guy and remains quiet, cracking his fingers quietly and looking anywhere and everywhere but him. But he can't help steal a glance now and then for two reasons. One: he wants to know what this unusual energy is emanating from him. Exceptionally adept at making it complicated for him to read. Two: he... looks ominous with the dark atmosphere, sitting in the lantern light, even if he's not doing anything but eating.

It's been a long while since he felt uneasy in someone's presence like this.]

[gurge]

...Suit yourself, [ again, a bit more emphatically. the way he looks, the way he sits, the way he ignores him — irritating. Getou's keen to ignore his presence for a while, lit by the lantern and the glow of his watch as he types texts, the sound of delicate clicking barely heard over the rain. ]

[ Megumi is far from the first person to get that sickly feeling from his cursed energy. his own is reigned in by comparison, tight and compact but powerful; it's the magnitude and corruption of the things inside of him that he hosts that try to scream and crawl towards anyone listening, anyone looking. even astute sorcerers sometimes only feel a glimmer of it; from the way this guy keeps looking at him... ]

[ food half-eaten — seems like he hasn't much of an appetite either — the spoon nonetheless clatters down against porcelain as he looks up again, finally. ]

Just get it out already. You're a sorcerer, right? An exorcist, a slayer? [ they've been called different things here, but they're all the same at the end of the day. he doesn't wait for him to answer — ] What, heard of me?

[ he is one of the only special grades in the world, after all. ]

[shadowdogs]

[He's already invaded the tent without asking! Sitting in silence and not being a bother was supposed to be the least he could do? Or so he thought. He's not big on talking in general, especially around people his gut tells him he should be wary of.

And, as per usual, his gut was right. He didn't want it to be; he has way too much shit he needs to process just from that moment back home, that he didn't need more stuff being piled on.

No rest for the wicked, huh?

His expression doesn't change, but he's stopped fidgeting with his fingers and stealing glances- he's looking directly at him without flinching.

He could be an asshole (read: brat), and say something along the lines of "no, are you important?" The guy interrupted himself just to ask that question, so getting a sassy reply would've been fine, right?

But he doesn't. Picking a fight here, right now, is not the smartest thing to do. Megumi's not big idiot.]

If you are the one I think you are- through rumors only.

[Scraps, really, when Gojo doesn't pay attention to what he's talking about. Never details.]

[gurge]

They're all true.

[ is what he says with no pause to consider it, no debate, no fence-sitting. the intricacies of timelines when it comes to the Golden Peacock can be explained to him through someone else from their world; Getou makes obvious a lack of patience and interest in it. what waits for him is little more than duty he can't fulfill, promises he can't keep, and heartache he'd rather not inflict. if this guy feels cautious towards him for reasons more than just the ugly sensation of his cursed energy, it's better to keep him at a distance — even more of a distance than his self-imposed perimeter. ]

[ the false pretense of amicability and tolerance falls from his face. in the half-dark, his eyes are a pitch that bleeds in with the black of the rest of him. he could have a tear in the fabric of reality with his pregnant cursed energy birthing out ghosts and it would be impossible to see in the blackness. ]

Getou Suguru. If anyone spoke my name, trust that they knew the full measure of it.

[ after all... who's left alive to do so? ]

[shadowdogs]

[He never once even considered to be lies. Again, the info he has on him is extremely limited. And finding out that it isn't the real Getou Suguru that incited the pandemonium in Shibuya makes the man even more of an unknown to Megumi. It's the impostor he learned about in the aftermath that he's actually wary of- although he should probably count the "original" into that group as well.

This guy, while there's cursed energy coming off of him in waves and has every single hair on the back of his neck raised, doesn't feel like the impostor. Dangerous, yes, but not an impostor. And if that's the case- how much does he know? Of the future. Of what became of him?

The tension is not going to let up any time soon, it seems, because neither of them got a "spectacular" first impression of the other.]

Only one person.

[Three words, but somehow heavier than anything, with an ominous finality to them. "Only one person- that no one can reach anymore". But... he'll deal with this crushing feeling later. When he's alone. If Getou doesn't kill him.]

He probably wasn't allowed to mention it either.

[But it's the rules that bend around Gojo Satorou, not the other way around.]

[gurge]

[ Yaga would rather talk to dolls, Ieiri would rather talk to corpses, Nanami — if he even lived long enough to meet this boy — would rather talk to a half-drained bottle of sake. the only talker among them remains a constant, and Getou doesn't need to hear his name spoken to feel his presence in the conversation; it's been that way since he first joined Jujutsu Tech himself, always the brush of hair standing on end away even when he wasn't in the room. only in death does Getou's own reputation even begin to compare, a competition that doesn't end at the grave. ]

[ "not allowed"... what a thing to be told about himself, that the mere whisper of his name is now taboo. ]

Don't go meddling, and I won't either.

[ this is the only truce to which they've all committed. he'll have an ally in Nanami, and that's all he could really ask; this warning hopes to maintain the delicate balance of peace they're carefully building. he isn't sure Golden Peacock, even as big and mysterious as it is, could contain a sorcerer's war. best to focus on the present: ]

Has anyone explained to you how this place works? [ not the timeline shenanigans, but the — everything else. ] Some people don't like to speak bluntly about it.

[ Megumi won't find that problem here, should he need the reality check. ]

[shadowdogs]

[Said talker was rather tight-lipped when it came to Getou, so while he probably wasn't allowed to talk about him, it's more like that he didn't want to, for his own reasons. The man has so many secrets, one of them came back to literally destroy them- and it's doing good fucking work at that.

But Megumi can't be the one to judge him after he asked him not to kill Itadori. He also doesn't know the whole story, and he doesn't want to be the one to condemn him without knowing anything. He will be properly yelled at when he's managed to drag him out of that prison.]

I have no beef with you, but the one that's taken over your body, [and he makes a face looking away,] and the idiot sorcerer who let himself get caught in an obvious trap.

[The young Gojo that's loitering around here in the Hotel will be spared; it's the older one that made stupid decisions by feeling way too confident for his own good.]

Ah- yes. This morning, [he shifts a little,] the few people I had to share a tent with were here for some time already, so I have a rundown about this place.

[He even went on a walk with his shikigami to see if the guy could sniff out the weird-smelling plants and mushrooms. It was a semi-success- he did recognize weird plants, but also "weird" ones that were perfectly fine.

So Gojo is spared from having to explain stuff to him. He's a quick learner.]

megumi, why... /affectionate

[gurge]

[ he doesn't know if the rain's pace has quickened or not, but it's suddenly the only thing he can hear as he stares at this unfamiliar sorcerer, wide-eyed. ]

[ time slows. he knows this rush of adrenaline, this scalp-tightening buzz of a close call in battle, from being in the flow of quick jabs that seem to stop the clock; he knows it from watching dropped glass shatter into a hundred hundred pieces or witnessing the inevitability of a car crash; he knows it from the slow way he once watched a blade erupt from Gojou's torso and the descent of Amanai's smile heading towards the pavement in the echo of a gunshot. the fabric of the tent tearing open is what brings him back to reality, already in the middle of flinging a giant red octopus into that body when he blinks into awareness. ]

[ it throws Megumi to the forest floor outside the tatters of his ruined tent door. the weight of its body compresses his chest, many spread arms keeping apart those two; Getou is skilled and experienced enough even at this age to not let any enemy sorcerer bring their hands together to form signs. ]

[ his hair sticks to his face as he stands over him, menacing in the downpour — but not making any move to hurt him. this is another warning... or perhaps an escalation of his previous ones. ]

That was the definition of meddling, you idiot child. [ strain cracks across his voice, both of them soaked to the bone. the octopus clenches in, squeezing Megumi's lungs below, as if trying to wrench the answer from him: ] Who are you?

[ if he's forcing him through this, he at least deserves to know that much. ]

insert: boy... that escalated quickly

[shadowdogs]

[To say he did not expect this kind of escalation would be an understatement. The sudden burst of increased cursed energy was all the warning he got before he was flung outside into the rain, hitting the hard ground with a grunt.

Perhaps, if the guy had one ounce of patience, they could've discussed what constitutes as meddling, but now everything's off the table until.

Perhaps- he's given him way too much credit.

He lets cursed energy flow into him, so he sinks into his own shadow on the ground, just enough so he can pull back his leg (uncomfortably, but it works), to kick the thing off of him. It won't kill the octopus, of course, but it WILL get his hands free just enough so he can lift them of the ground to call for-]

Nue-

[-and from the shadows behind him Nue surges in a lightning strike up, picking the octopus all the way off of him, letting Megumi jump back and get ready to summon the Dog, in case the guy REALLY wants to have a go at it.]

Bold of you to ask not to meddle in my own life. Just what the hell do you want from me?! [He was under the impression that "meddling" was directed at the Hotel- he planned to stay away from this guy, not cause trouble because- this happens. Nue lets go of the octopus mid-air after giving it another shock, and charges back to hover behind Megumi.

There is a long debate now about whether he should tell him his name; had he asked seconds ago, he wouldn't have hesitated. Nue's claws land on his shoulders just in case.]

Fushiguro Megumi. Not that I owe you any answers.

famously mentally stable, that suguru

[gurge]

[ gone as quick as it had come, the sea spirit falls into the coiling shadows from whence it came. a shikigami user... how typical. but there's something about him that doesn't immediately come to revelation even as he doesn't listen to Megumi's comment or question at all, pouring instead over what came previous — ]

[ the one that's taken over your body ]

[ he knows of nothing strong enough in life or death that could do it. sorcerers bodies are put to the pyre just to avoid it. alive and helpless? dead an unmourned? what's worse? what's worse? ]

[ the name cuts through the psychotic noise, eyes widening even more; his face creases with the horror. Fushiguro. Gojou. Fushiguro— ]

You're a Zen'in. [ he says it like the breath has been punched from his lungs. it's a courtesy Megumi did not spare him in return, that he can barely find over the applause of roaring rain: you're his kid. the picture snaps into focus violently, and he thinks he might vomit up that campfire strew, wobbling on unsteady legs. ]

no one in JJK has problems, nope

[shadowdogs]

[Perhaps the guy didn't know as much as Megumi had assumed he knew, if he's going to assume anything from that shocked expression. Perhaps that was the 'meddling' he was talking about? That he didn't know about the future and didn't WANT to know?

He should've been WAY more specific than 'not meddle'. Because he will- because it's his own life, people he cares about, and an insane sorcerer who can swap bodies willy-nilly that destroyed Shibuya in a few hours.

If he has problems with his body not being burned and properly taken care of, he'll have to take it up with future-Gojo. Or maybe even this one- he's not sure from what time frame the guy comes.

Megumi can't help but scowl- why do people keep zeroing in on his surname and making a big deal out of it? First Gojo, then some seanced, insane guy who stabbed himself in the head after hearing it, and now him?]

Fushiguro. I never went to Zen'ins.

[Gojo made sure he never went.

The guy looks so unsteady on his feet; Megumi would've been worried if he didn't just blast him out of the tent with a cursed spirit. He doesn't feel compelled to care about a guy who attacks first and then asks questions.]

[gurge]

[ no zen'in kid with the ten shadows technique would escape the clan without powerful help — the gojous or the kamos. ]

[ it doesn't surprise him that gojou hasn't said anything, but it does feel like a spotlight on a wound that's already been left to fester in the sun. widening. his head throbs, forcing opened eyes to shut, and everything goes inward until all that's left is the roar he tells himself not to fall apart around. ]

[ several heartbeats and he comes back into his body, looking up. he's wet down to the socks, focusing on the physical sensation of fallen leaves and mud soaking into the filament. an exercise in restraint. ]

Find somewhere else to weather the storm, [ is what he says instead, turning his back to retreat back into his tent. ]

[shadowdogs]

[When the guy closes his eyes, Megumi's hand rests on one of Nue's talons, readying himself for another attack, perhaps. He doesn't know what to expect at this point, but he won't be caught off guard again around this guy.

Nue's screech in response is only slightly muffled in the storm, head lowering next to Megumi's, and both of them watch intently as the guy makes his way to the tent (that is close to falling apart again, thanks to the violent shove earlier).

Once the guy steps inside, Megumi's hand reaches for his shikigami, patting its neck and glaring at the retreating guy's back-]

No amount of money would make me stay. [Not even Gojo himself. But the words are lost to another crash of thunder, and he finally faces Nue, grabbing onto it and climbing in one fluid movement. Lowering himself against its back, to combat the wind, he nudges Nue with his knee-]

Fly

[-and in a mix of an electric blast and another crash of lightning in the skies, both Nue and Megumi are gone, the rain doing nothing to slow down the bird as it bolts over the treetops and into the slowly darkening skies.]