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

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

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

CAMPING

GETTING OFF THE GRID

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

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

NOT ALL TENTS ARE EQUAL

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

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

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

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

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

LET'S GET CRAFTY

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

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

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

HOME ON THE RANGE

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

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

DOES ANYONE KNOW HOW TO COOK?

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

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

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

SUPPLIES RUNNING LOW

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

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

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

ACTIVITIES

TWO WEEKS OF ROUGHING IT

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

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

IN CAMP

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

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

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

THE LAKE

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

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

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

OUTSIDE CAMP

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

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

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

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

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

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

HOWLING

CALL OF THE WILD

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

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

THE WEATHER TURNS

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

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

BLOOD MOON

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

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

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

PACKING UP

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

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

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

OOC NOTES

INVITES | RESERVES | APPLICATIONS

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Comments

[loosestrifes]

( Before he can even fully ground himself, Dodger is pressing closer, kissing at his cheek, holding him. Esikko closes the eye closest to the kiss briefly, puffing out a breath like he's almost annoyed, even if the closeness is nice as always. A stubborn clash of his pride and feeling cared about... )

I don't plan on it. The House is a little obsessed with me, so I don't very much want to draw its attention any further when I'm trying to stay safe.

( He doesn't elaborate on what he means by that automatically, instead just leaning into Dodger's hold, finally, sighing. )

Did you see much of it?

[smokedout]

Not really. I figured... looking at it was probably a bad idea.

[He'd been running entirely on instinct, but that's when he thinks the best. That anxiety that seems to define him in a lot of ways is a nightmare to deal with when he's around other people, but it makes him think and act fast when he's in danger. It keeps him alive.

There's a pause, before he leans back to give Esikko some space. Still supporting him still watching him with quiet concern. The House is obsessed with him... Esikko strikes him as the type who would just decide that's the case because he's getting more attention than he wants, but he'll bite.]

Is that something I should know about?

[Wording it as lightly as he can, because it sounds like it's not really his business. But it also sounds like something potentially dangerous, that he might want to protect Esikko from.]

[loosestrifes]

...Is it something you want to know?

( That's the weird way he answers, at first, taking a moment to stretch out each of his legs individually. He's feeling less like he's going to collapse, now that it's been a few moments, and that fear from the cave feels foreign now, like something that was never his own.

Even if, in the moment, it was very much his own.

He tilts his head slightly, lifting a hand to brush hair aside and highlight that TRANSGRESSOR brand on his neck. )

You do know the House is an entity, right? Well, I screwed with it once, and nearly was able to create portals back to our homes...

Unfortunately, it just led to reality bleeding a bit, the House screaming in the halls, and a few mixups along the way. I couldn't press forward enough to get there, and as it snapped back to normal, it gave me this mark along with a punishment. I'm still not sure what it's capable of, this marking, but it can certainly do something.

( He relaxes his head again, crossing his arms. )

It's texted me before, as well, with clear bitterness about my actions. And when I died, it felt it was funny to leave some sort of "loser" tattoo on my wrist.

[smokedout]

[Dodger just shrugs to that question, putting the ball back in Esikko's court. Yes, he wants to know, because he wants to know everything. But as a sign of respect, he's trying not to press into things that Esikko wants him to ignore.

It is nice to finally get a story behind the brands, though. After the 'loser' one appeared he'd had some guesses that the 'transgressor' one might also be related to a death, but it sounded like Esikko has died more than twice. This is... a lot of information he didn't have, and it makes some of the information he did have slot into place a little better.]

You wanted to go back home? Or were you just giving other people the option?

[He hadn't gotten the sense that Esikko actually liked anything back home - not Kirma, not his family, not the weather. But he also knows Esikko has been creating new timelines, trying to chase something... and that seems like it would take a lot of passion.]

[loosestrifes]

( He frowns a little. It's not at anything Dodger said so much as his own thoughts on the idea of going home, his motivations, how hard he was trying to be useful, how much he wanted to cling...

He tucks some loose hair behind his ear with a shrug of one shoulder. )

Not me. There are others who I'd like to help get home. Beyond that, I suppose I was just thinking I'd follow one of them.

( You know, casual universe hopping. His eyes flick back to Dodger. )

I've not given up, but I've been told I should lay low for a bit. Because of the sort of things the House has done to me. That's all.

[smokedout]

[Lucky for Dodger, that his medication has kicked in. A memory-bleed that's relevant here would likely ruin the mood.

As it is, he nods and mulls that over. He can definitely respect that - actually, he admires that quite a bit. Esikko wanted to get other people home, people who wanted to go back. It's something Dodger could see himself doing, even if he himself is perfectly happy to stay at the resort.

God, this man is so attractive. He isn't fully aware of it, but it's showing in his eyes just how smitten he is.]

Well, if you need to keep making moves, let me know. I haven't caught its attention yet, and I don't get caught.

[Yet. But he's very proud of that fact - he's never been to jail, he's never worn a power suppression collar, because he's just that skilled. Nevermind that he's aware how common it is for him to die at 25, across universes.]

[loosestrifes]

( Why is it that Esikko craves attention and recognition so much, but when he gets it so easily like this (without feeling like he earned it), it just feels... off... He's not sure, but he's aware of it, and aware of Dodger's look pointed his direction, and it's enough to heat his cheeks a little.

Which then leads to him reaching up and pinching at one of his ears, tugging. )

You don't? What was that during the gala with Bakugo, then? Or with the brothers finding you out?

( He's softly bullying, though. )

I'll keep you in mind, but it's a group effort, so don't make any exaggerated moves on your own and ruin it all. Okay?

[smokedout]

[Dodger winces, but it's mostly performative. The gentle bullying, though, is enough to color his cheeks a bit in turn.]

Well, I didn't get hurt, and I got more cards out of it. Both times. So I'm still winning.

[And he still hasn't let Toma figure out how the hell he got into his suite in the first place, which Dodger counts as a major victory.]

I won't do anything without checking with you first. Promise.

[Promises are a big deal to him, but he doesn't want to call attention to that fact. He feels embarrassed enough that he's willing to make a promise at all for someone he met two months ago.]

[loosestrifes]

I take promises very seriously, for the record.

( Esikko doesn't realize they'd be a big deal to Dodger, too, but he feels the need to explain that. Because if someone breaks a promise to him, he's not going to like it. Releasing his ear, his fingers trail back to his cheek, smoothing a thumb over it curiously. )

But... good, then. ( A kiss, to his jaw, and his hand slides to Dodger's shoulder, giving him a gentle squeeze. He sighs. )

Speaking of ruined, though, that wasn't exactly an ideal spot for fooling around. I don't even know where you've brought us. ( There are trees everywhere... He has no idea which way is "back" to camp. )

[smokedout]

[Dodger relaxes a bit - Esikko takes promises seriously, so he gets it.]

Good. I don't make promises I don't intend to keep.

[Doesn't always mean he does keep them... but circumstances happen. It's better to just not make them in the first place, in case he needs to back out later.

More importantly... Esikko's right, he has no goddamn clue where they ended up. And Dodger doesn't actually know what to look for, finding a path back to "civilization".]

Well, out here is better than next to that eyeball thing. Everything in perspective, right?

[loosestrifes]

Of course, but...

( Esikko closes his eyes for a moment, peeling back from Dodger so that he can pinch at the bridge of his own nose. He's been feeling... tired. His insomnia is bad as ever, but instead of being able to push past that, it's been eating at him in strange ways. At night, he feels like his thoughts are racing with desires that are always present but just feel so much more intense, and during the day, he's occasionally been slipping into sleep without even realizing it.

But he doesn't know how to bring that up to anyone. He wanted a distraction, to fool around, but... He sighs, dropping his hand from his own face and looking over to Dodger. )

You do know how to get back to the camp from here, right? ( Please tell him they are not lost in the woods. That's too much like home. )

[smokedout]

[Before Esikko even asks that question, Dodger knows he's about to be in trouble. So he hesitates, before glancing back at the younger man.]

I was sort of just... following you.

[Which sounds stupid, but Esikko had been so confident before the cave. Maybe unearned, but Dodger trusted him because he doesn't know anything about being outside of the city.]

This is all still indoors, right? So if we pick a direction we should get to a wall, if not the camp. And if we get close enough, we'll probably smell campfires and food.

[loosestrifes]

( Following him!? ...Okay, yes, he did want that, but like. He still, perhaps unfairly, expected Dodger to be paying attention to where they were going. Esikko frowns, arms crossing as he tries to consider this. )

I had an idea until you teleported us away from that eyeball, you know.

( Huff!! Now he's all turned around. He couldn't tell one direction from another. With a glance up, he takes a look at some of the trees, at some of the moss, the mushrooms, the growth... But. )

This place doesn't always obey the laws of space like that. Before you arrived here, there was a time where I was missing in the hallways for a month... but from my perspective, it was only a few minutes. ( So time, too, is fucky. He doesn't trust it anywhere. )

It's fine. We'll pick a direction, and if things don't seem to be improving, I'll just message someone else.

( Surely someone could find them. )

[smokedout]

[Right. Yes, he should have known that - Viktor had mentioned it when they met, that the resort doesn't need to follow the laws of physics, and Dodger still hasn't completely taken it to heart. It's a little too difficult to wrap his head around, but he'll get there eventually.

But Esikko isn't too angry with him, so he can handle this.]

Sure.

[Should he keep following Esikko's lead? Or pick a direction? He hesitates, but in the end he decides he'd rather take charge - he's not sure how life-or-death this is, but taking point feels better than trusting Esikko to clean up his mess.]

Here- I'm pretty sure the cave was back this way. If we find it, you remember what direction we got to it from, right?

[Probably not, since they were pretty turned around already by the time they got there, but it's something. Maybe being at the mouth of the cave will jog their memories. Or Esikko's, at least, since Dodger doesn't trust his own memory for shit.]

[loosestrifes]

...Yes, I think so. The plants, the way they were growing— I should be able to recall that much.

( Even if he got turned around, even if he was relying on Dodger to be paying more attention, he still was observant enough to make note of that. However, he can feel something strange tingling at the back of his mind, like exhaustion, or longing... Ugh.

He scrubs at his forehead with two fingers, stepping to follow after Dodger. It feels like it's getting colder, too, even if this is a fake "outdoors" all the same, and so he tries to stay close, reaching out with a free hand to grasp lightly at Dodger's arm. )

Even in the worst case, there are spells I could use to navigate us back.

[smokedout]

[He's going to check the plants? Not the direction he remembers approaching the cave from? Dodger glances at Esikko, prepared to give him a Look for being a whole nerd.

But it's around then that he starts noticing how strained Esikko looks. They haven't been out that long, he seemed fine a few minutes ago... Dodger stops walking, and slips an arm around his waist, warming his skin up to a comforting temperature.]

Hey. Do you need me to carry you?

[He isn't sure if this is a lingering effect from the eye, or something else. But the important part is making sure Esikko is cared for, whatever he actually needs.]

[loosestrifes]

( Warmth is almost too soothing. Esikko leans into it as his feet stumble to a stop, the hand still massaging at his own forehead dropping away to flop against Dodger's chest, instead. He breathes out, frustrated. Does he want to be carried? Yes, but no— it would be too easy to relax into that, too easy to fall asleep and deal with another one of those dreams. )

I'm... trying to stay awake. ( How does he even explain it all? He's too tired to even try, his blinks are lasting longer, and his weight leans more into Dodger. )

It's been hitting me strongly out of nowhere, sometimes, and I always have the weirdest dreams. I'll fall asleep even in the middle of something... but I've always had troubles sleeping? It must have to do with my revival.

[smokedout]

[Esikko has trouble sleeping normally? He hadn't had trouble while he was drunk, but Dodger guesses that's barely a data point. And not important, right now, because he's clearly struggling. A small sigh escapes him, as Dodger wraps his arms around Esikko properly.]

Tell me if this keeps happening, once we're back in the resort proper. I'll get you something to help you stay up.

[Is it a good idea to seek out amphetamines for Esikko? Maybe not, but it's the solution that comes to mind. Dodger himself has a sort of segmented and irregular sleep schedule, so he doesn't mind relying on drugs when the urge to sleep is inconvenient for him, just like he doesn't mind relying on them to get to sleep in the first place.]

Until then, just... focus on me. Eyes open, try to keep moving.

[He's trying to nudge Esikko to keep walking, but if he's not able to support his weight then Dodger is just going to scoop him up in a princess-carry.]

[loosestrifes]

( Something to keep him up? It sounds tempting, but it sounds like a potential problem, too, with how often sleep troubles plague him. Even trying to think on it for too long makes him feel more exhausted, though, and so he settles with a nod of his head that indicates he'll think about it at a later date.

For now, he moves with the nudge, his steps easier to keep up than it is to keep his eyes open. His free hand slaps at his own cheek a couple times with a frustrated exhale, and at this point, it's getting harder to focus on moving without scuffing his feet. His eyes drift shut despite himself, even if he keeps walking. He's not asleep yet, but he's close to it. )

[smokedout]

[At the rate they have to walk, just to keep Esikko from tripping, they're never going to get back to camp. Dodger keeps glancing back at him, wondering if burning him would snap him out of it. But it's some sort of magical effect, right? So probably not, this will probably work more like a drug trip.

Okay, he's just going to carry him. Dodger stops moving, and slips his hands down to pick Esikko up, holding him like he's weightless and awkwardly guiding him to slip his arms around Dodger's shoulders.]

Here. We'll get back sooner like this. Just... get some rest, I'll get us back to camp, alright?

[He isn't sure why he keeps slipping into a care-taking role for this man, but he doesn't really question it too deeply. His previous bosses (role models, masters, keepers) didn't really need him for things like this, but he would have done it gladly. Esikko needs him, this will get them to someone who can actually help faster, and that's all Dodger really needs to act.]

[loosestrifes]

( Reassurance and the weight off his own feet seems to be all it takes to nudge Esikko to sleep. His head leans against Dodger's chest, and at first, it's just deep, smooth breathing that indicates he isn't just starting to sleep, he's fully knocked out.

But then, something shifts. The trigger that had activated his need to sleep in the first place is also one that reaches out to draw whoever it can inward— and Dodger is right there. Which means that, even if he's been wide awake this whole time, that's about to change. Esikko's dream begins, and Dodger is pulled in along with it.

They're in the woods again, but this time, it's different. Shelter, for one— a cabin, rough and tiny but serviced enough to be used— and the weather, for the other. Snow blankets the area, the temperature below freezing enough to be dangerous, and Esikko is up ahead, in the cabin itself. His hair is pink, but faded, the blonde of his roots showing substantially; it seems like he hasn't had the time or resources to keep up dyeing it in this little building. Notably, he's alone.

It looks like he's just waking up from having passed out over his journal, writing some entry that vanishes as soon as he shuts the book. He pushes himself up, disoriented and irritated together, and assures his coat is on properly before stomping out the front door, with no indication of the disorientation of being thrown from one reality to another. )

[smokedout]

[Dodger feels something pulling at him, like a false memory pressing into his head - but they're never like this. They don't last, they don't feel real. He feels the cold lightly creeping under his skin, freezing badly enough that he has to consciously heat himself up to combat it. At some point Esikko vanished from his arms, but that momentary panic subsides when he spots the prince walking through the cabin door. Something is.. off, very off, but Dodger hasn't quite pieced everything together yet.

He teleports, the flames reforming into his body a few feet away from Esikko. The amount of heat it takes to keep him warm is making the snow melt around his feet, which is... sort of uncomfortable, because it feels like the ground keeps shifting slightly under him.]

Esikko...?

[He doesn't have anything to say past that, he just needs a confirmation that he's not... hallucinating, or reality-shifting, or that this Esikko isn't his.]

[loosestrifes]

—?!

( It's strange, how dreams work. This had started as a memory, one where he was alone, where Kirma had left him for days, weeks, maybe even a month to survive off of whatever food had been stored and just hope he would come back. He's thinner for it, sickly looking and pale. But he'd been alone. He remembers being alone.

And so when Dodger teleports a few feet away, it throws everything completely off. He's far enough to not be overwhelming, but close enough to earn a startled gasp from Esikko as he stumbles back, barely catching himself from falling. The scent of fire and gasoline triggers a haunting flash of crushed and half-melted car parts in a garage, a contradicting flickering in the floor, the edges of the forest, the trees.

He... recognizes Dodger, and that throws another wrench into this memory. Because it doesn't make sense, why he'd be here. It doesn't make sense, why isn't it making sense? )

Dodger...? ( The confused way he speaks his name is followed by a painful throb of his head, one that he has to reach up and grip to try and steady himself. Though the scenery is mostly the cabin in the snowy woods, parts of it flicker again into that garage, into the fire, pockets of heat throwing Esikko's subconscious off even more. )

[smokedout]

[Dodger startles, and flickers out of sight when the world starts shifting around them. It's instinctive, a reaction just to the sudden changes before he can process what they mean.

But once he gets a second to get his bearings, he does understand. The car fire, the garage, Chobe's horrible plot that left Esikko anxious around the smell of gasoline. There's a small warning of footsteps moving close to Esikko, melting and refreezing as he moves, before Dodger reappears much closer. Gripping Esikko's arm with a soft grip, watching his face carefully.]

I'm here.

[He's here, but he doesn't know if that's a good thing or not. Not when it seems to be... causing this, as far as he can tell.]

cw memories of stitching/some freaky plant shit

[loosestrifes]

How?

( How is he here? How is this happening? In the moment, he can't fully grasp where they just were, can't fully grasp all of his memories, but he knows that he knows Dodger. Even still, the footsteps, invisible as they are, followed by a grab of his arm, startles him. The smell of gasoline burns his eyes, hits him stronger than it should, with the flash of the car surrounding them the moment it does. Vines, wrapped around him, holding him in place, gasoline dripping from him, vines sewn across his lips to keep them shut all at once. And the suddenness of it, the unnatural way that Dodger is here means that the vines are crawling up his arm from where he's holding onto Esikko, too— unfairly strong, aiming to keep him in place.

It's terrifying enough that fear flashes across Esikko's face, and he immediately reaches up to try and claw the vines away from his own mouth, even if he bleeds, even if the rest of the scenery is still snow— they're in the woods, they're in the woods, so why is he dripping with gasoline?

And all at once, it flicks back, releasing the both of them, and leaving Esikko staggering to his knees in the snow if Dodger doesn't stop him, breath heavy and alarmed. )

Is this... a nightmare? ( Realization is settling in slowly, but he's not sure it's helping. )