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TDM 011
【 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
▶ 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.
▶ 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.
Hehe hewwo uwu
His smile softens a little to something sympathetic, even if he doesn’t let go. When Sunday tries to tug free, Wriothesley merely pulls him back into the blankets and against his broad chest proper. ] It’s Wriothesley.
[ He lets out a low hum in thought. ] You’re in a hurry, but you just arrived. Isn’t it better for you to ask questions and get answers than to go out on your own?
awawuauwusuu
It’s… nice, even if very foreign. This stranger has a warm embrace, even if he’s not about to admit it. While the wings around his face tightens their feathered little crown around his cheeks, as if creating a paper-thin shield, the soft flush of pink on his face is still readily apparent. ”… A unique name.”
He will remember this, already idly staring at the scars that line the forearms holding him. Not that he’s one to talk.
”I can’t be assured you’re speaking without a farce.” Well, there was always a way to confirm that. But he would be loathe to so quickly bequeath Her gaze upon a stranger who has otherwise simply shown him every appreciable kindness so far. Even if he has no reason to. Sunday’s body is tense, nonetheless. His hands are restless, thumbing the sheets. ”Then, where are we, my Good Samaritan?”
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Ugh. Sunday makes him want to tease the man so much though. What is this guy doing acting so shy? Like some soft virgin maiden. He chuckles instead. ] So I've been told.
[ He reaches out with his other hand to grasp Sunday's arm that has the watch attached. Sunday can see Wriothesley's own. ] I have no reason to lie to you about a place that has spirited both you and I away from where we're from. You'll find a lot of us are in similar situations. It's up to you to believe me, but the watches do usually give some basic information. [ Though, it seems a lot of the functions were disabled at the moment? Not that Wriothesley really used his watch outside of contacting others. ]
Well, the short of it is that we're in a sex resort that wants us to sleep around as much as possible. [ There really is nothing that needs to be added. Sure, if they want to really get into the nitty gritty about the resort and the strangeness it possesses, that can be a fun topic, but at face value it's just a hotel where people have sex. A lot of sex. ]
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The surveillance reminds him of Penacony. How unsettling.
"... And if I don't?" As in, what's the catch? He's not the type to do any of this so freely. The idea obviously sits something uncomfortable, just like what seems to be insistently pressing up on-
"... Are you not wearing... pants?"
He sounds more scandalized than he should, considering what they've just learnt.
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Not one to keep his hands idle, maybe he'll let one hand reach out to gently brush against one of the wings. People with wings like to have their feathers taken care of right??? He wouldn't know. He doesn't have wings, but he does like when people scratch his head. Seems like a good comparison. ] If you get checked in to be here long term, they have the means to force arousal for it. Even if you were to ignore it, long refusal has physical drawbacks. You don't have to partake daily, but I'd recommend you should still partake every so often to avoid these repercussions. [ Wriothesley speaks more firmly at this point, wanting Sunday to at least know that sex wasn't optional. Sure, he could get away maybe going a week or two without, but he couldn't avoid it either.
The next question throws him off though.
Sir??? Is this really the time? ] It's not like I was expecting to wake up with someone else in my bed. Usually I'm aware who's in my bed before going to sleep. [ The implication should be obvious... ]
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He'd been looking for an answer to a utopia, but this hardly seemed like a situation to be settled into against his will.
It's poking into his back. From here, pressed up against the other man in close proximity, Sunday seems to have some idea of its length.
Oh, Aeons. He doesn't want to know exactly how much.
"...?!" The jerk upwards this time is instinctual, at the very real realization that Wriothesley is not wearing any kind of cotton implement to separate their skin from this encounter. "I-if you'd excuse me, then, Sir Wriothesley, this is most unseemingly-"
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Holding your sister's hand doesn't count by the way.He can't help the impolite snort he makes. He's not even hard!!! It's just a dick, minding its own business because it's attached to his body. It isn't hurting anyone or anything.] Jumpy aren't we? Where are you going to go in that current state? [ No, really. Why is Sunday's flight or fight so strong. ]
If this is making you jumpy, you aren't going to enjoy what's to come... [ Like all the public sex and orgies people are definitely going to have. This poor Christian maiden stuck in a place of debauchery... ]
LISTENNN HE AINT TOUCH NOTHIN HIS ENTIRE LIFE
He can’t help it. He’s never shared a bed like this with anyone except the Hound, and even then, the other dog was often out for work by dawn. There had been nothing of the sort inbetween them, more of a bodyguard and his protector, even if a grudging one.
”… I don’t know.” Was it bad to be this honest? Perhaps so. But being a Nameless, even temporarily, has settled his ego much more than it used to be. He would have never admitted the weakness as the Head of the Oak family.
”I don’t think so.” That in itself is decisive. He’s already arching himself a little strangely, just to ensure he isn’t laying on the clear reminder of the lack of clothes on Wriothesley’s person. ”… Thank you, for your honesty.” If anything, the tent’s owner has nothing to gain from this, and has been most amenable. It could have been worse.
He needs to get out of here. Or at the very least, assure his sister that he’s fine.
Nunday...
He let's go of the other and moves to slide out of the bed. ] I think we're getting off on the wrong foot. Let me see if the resort was kind enough to also supply this place with clothes and I'll make us some tea. How about that? [Being clothed would probably calm the poor man down and who wouldn't want a nice cup of tea? ]
Then maybe I can answer whatever questions you might want answered without any distractions.
Never fawked a day in his LIFEEE
Ah. He’s wearing nothing but a bathrobe.
He pulls up on himself a little more. Wriothesley seems like plenty of an amenable person, but his mind scratches at the seams. Poison? Drugging? What else does he have to gain from all of this?
Nothing. You are nowhere and no one.
That’s right. No longer the head of the Oak Family, just a man. ”… That would be nice.” Unfamiliar with the tent or its amenities, not wanting to overstep his boundaries still, but unwilling to capitalize on hospitality without help, he begins to fold the blankets. Perfectly angular, mind. They look like something out of geometric books, with how perfectly square they are.
Good. That virgin hole is MINE
If Sunday doesn't avert his gaze, he'll truly get to see every part of Wriothesley. The man gets to his feet, stretching his arms over his head with a wide yawn. Sunday gets to see it all; every scar, burn, or mark out on display. Wriothesley's wrists were inky black, the detailing reminiscent of a certain pair of handcuffs he used to keep on him. The light pink Diamond of his suit sat right on his inner wrist on the right of his hand.
Sunday also got to see just how built that body. And how endowed it was to boot.
He's so used to being in a state of undress that he doesn't think much of it. ] Alright, alright. Let me see what clothe I can spare and I'll get a pot started. You're free to stay in bed if you want. [ He scratches at his stomach as he meanders around the tent to see what he had been supplied with. ]
RUDE WAHHH
Not that the view was bad, mind. In fact, it only reveals what is expected: Wriothesley is more than suitably fit, perhaps a fighter of some kind, seeing his physical bulk and stature. He surely has plenty of marks to show for it. In this way, he reminds him of Gallagher. Of course, he cannot sense the howl of Dormancy anywhere. He is well endowed, from his musculature, the width of his shoulders that caged him before, and ...
... Well, he's looking down, now, into his own lap. Even covered by his bathrobe, he's of no delusion that he's anywhere near as fit as he is. His own skin is only marked by the golden scars of the Eternal Centurion, thorny marks around his neck and his wrists. The wings at his side settle around his own lack of underwear, one shorter than the other. Even with an explanation of what is expected of him, it is hard to wrap his mind around it.
Almost like Penacony, sunk into depravity. "How did you get used to it? To all of... This?" Surely, something supernatural is occurring, but Wriothesley's calm is almost unnerving in its own way.
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He hums in thought as he slides sweatpants on before answering. ] I guess you could say that my views of sex are pretty casual. When I was an inmate, you could trade anything for currency. You could sell items or you could fight in the ring. And, well, sex was as much as a commodity too.
[ He looks back at Sunday, lips quirking into a small smile. ] Sex aside, this place has a lot of amenities, so this place isn't that bad. It's a cage, but it's a nice cage. [ He tilts his head a little. ]
For someone who spent much of my life fighting for resources, sleeping around for chips and having luxury is pretty comfortable in comparison.
stubborn...
His wings hug himself just a little more.
"An inmate?" Of course, Penacony had its own share of those rough around the edges. He shouldn't be surprised, seeing the state of Wriothesley's body, and no doubt, the numerous amount of stories he would have to share about each and every one of them. Perhaps one day, he would ask.
"I have to admit I'm not so accustomed to 'roughing it out', but I am not opposed." He was an orphan, once upon a time, with nothing to his name except his sister's little hands. A lot of that has changed, for better or for worse. "It's just that.. I've always paid favors with others," Control, acts, faith, "... Not with my body."
No, that was meant to be auctioned off to something more important, to more powerful, greater men. He closes his eyes at the crawl of Gopher Wood's words. What would you be willing to pay, for your dream?
Does that come off as naive? He's always held onto his principles fairly, he likes to think. There are some limits that he is loathe to cross. But he might have to, here. It's different, being at the whims of another Dreammaster. "... I'm sure it won't come to that."
it's okay. He'll LEARN
It's then that he returns to sit down next to Sunday. ] An inmate, yes. Does that bother you? [ He smiles a little. ]
I think that's probably good. You hopefully lived a more comfortable life then. It would be nice if people didn't have to rely on survival skills to get by, after all. [ Wriothesley thinks a world where everyone can live comfortably would be nice. Not to know hunger or feel cold or struggle to get by with what little one might have. ] If I'll be honest, the frequency in which you have to have sex isn't consistent and somewhat to the house's whims, but it isn't as often as some people partake in it.
[ Like himself. He sleeps around well enough. Just that it doesn't really mean someone else has to sleep with someone less... ]
But you'll still have to. It's not just about chips and getting cards banked, but it's for your sake too. There's consequences for not having sex.
HE WILL JUST HAVE TO DO IT THE HARD (ha) WAY...
A dry chuckle. He hasn't been free for that long. Not quite in a jail, ever, but a prisoner in more than one way, nonetheless.
"Does comfort count, if you have to look behind you every night?" Sunday isn't particularly skilled in martial arts, but in the ways of staying awake with more than two eyes open... Well. Hardly many others will get in that way. And as with every poisoned piece of pie: every action has consequences. "Of course, there are terms and conditions. And what exactly are they?"
He would resist such a ridiculous form of basal pleasing, as much as he would.
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[ It sounds like the other has quite some baggage though. ]
They have systems put in to kind of insure that we'll eventually comply. [ He shows his right wrist where the pale pink Diamond is vibrant against the inky black of the design that sits on his wrists like cuffs. ] This thing here gets deeper in color and comes with side effects. Assuming you can ignore that though, refusing to sleep with someone eventually leads to slowly turning into stone. [ Why though? He could not say. ]
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Those scars have other stories in them, he deigns not to ask. As does the... Tasteful mark on his wrists. They look like handcuffs in their own right, which feels just about right. "Turning into stone seems much more preferable than needing to sleep around just to survive."
Literally. Of course, if the suit flares are to be believed, it would be difficult to resist the siren call of such things. But he is a person of the mind, and would welcome such a challenge of desire. He's too used to repressing his needs, after all.
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[ He gets up once the tea kettle whistles, returning with a tray with a tea set meant for two. He raises an eyebrow at Sunday's words. ] You rather turn to stone than to sleep with someone once in awhile? Is your dislike for it that high that your life weighs less?
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Well. It's not much better. But it's not instant death, and for bare minimum, that has to do. "That's convenient. I wish I could have a figure like this, just for deterrent purposes. I don't have my Bloodhound with me, as of now."
Gallagher would have a much better time here. He sighs as he eyes the tea set, hands itching to warm itself on something else that isn't the reality of this place. "... I treasure my life enough." At least, death isn't such a reckless thought - he has his sister to return to. He can't afford to be that irresponsible. "I don't believe in such... casual relations with people. Not with my body or anything else, if they get that close."
Does that count as being too traditional? He's not sure, but one thing was for certain: he wasn't going to appreciate sleeping around idly with complete strangers. "If it's just a matter of the mind, then that would be of little issue. I am certain I will overcome it."
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Once he thinks the tea has steeped long enough, he pours a mug and hands it to Sunday, letting the other fix up their mug as they please. As for Wriothesley, he drops two cubes of sugar into his. The usual. ]
I don't think it's wrong to want to value such things. [ If anything, he thinks it's probably good. Wriothesley has long since figured that his casualness about sex and his somewhat emotional detachment to it wasn't the healthiest. It was merely a mentality born from seeing it as a commodity while in prison and he might find himself wishing that it wasn't always like that.
On the other hand, Sunday's following words is a little worrisome. ] It isn't a matter of the mind. Sex is merely integral for acclimating here. [ Surely, Sunday doesn't think that's somehow debatable...? ]