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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

[cattrick]

[ the arms are what surprise him the most--- what kind of monster would simultaneously crash into him but also provide some kind of cushion? probably something easily excitable and hard to control, which is why lyney doesn't immediately push back.

though he would certainly like it if whatever it was didn't cover him in drool... ]

Ugh. [ a huff, followed by reaching up to grab the middle head by its cheeks. ] Would've been nice if you were a three-headed cat instead.

[ and then he gives them a rub. right. there are two more heads for him to give attention to after he's done with the first. ]

Are you happy to see me?

[armwriostle]

[One of the heads let out a huff in response to that.

Wriothesley was hungry for more skinship and especially some friction, but he will happy take the current attention in the meantime. It'll sate him a little, which is good. He can carry his catch somewhere more private, as private as you can get in the Vale, for him to ravage in peace.

When he speaks, the voice comes out more gruff. There's a growl to his speech, though Lyney might be able to note some familiarity.] Not a dog person at all?

[He can talk and obviously can understand Lyney.] I don't know if you'll like the answer to that question though. [The yes has some caveats, after all. Lyney probably doesn't even know what's about to happen to him.]

[cattrick]

[ both eyebrows raise in surprise before lyney sighs and shakes his head. go figure. ]

No and I doubt you'll change my mind, Monsieur Wriothesley. [ he snorts. ] You're looking a lot hairier than I last remember.

[ and yet lyney moves on to give the left head and then the right head the same amount of attention. some gentle petting, rubbing each ear, and then a scratch beneath the chin. he has to be fair, right? ]

Oh? I won't? What are you planning to do to me, slobber on me some more?

[ hey, if he's going to press his luck, he's going to do it with the one person that deserves some of his ire--- which is probably misplaced. ]

[armwriostle]

[Wow, Lyney really is taking this situation in stride. Or maybe he just has no idea what's to come. Or both.]

I don't think I could change your mind of anything, anyways. [He knows that Lyney is far from fond when it comes to him, though he never really did anything wrong in the first place. He finds it more amusing than anything though. Hey, he won't complain since Lyney is giving him all the scritches and pets right now. The heads are obviously very happy to have Lyney's attention, the side heads looking like they're in pure bliss.] This place has some cumbersome antics. It's temporary.

[He barks out a laugh. At least Wriothesley has a luxury tent. Small mercies, even as he-] That will happen, most definitely. But you do know we're in a sex resort, right? [Letting him process that detail as his tent comes to view.]

[cattrick]

[ well, he has no fear. he's not thinking about wriothesley doing anything to him other than annoy him with his good looks and his rugged charm. though right now there's a lot more wriothesley to appreciate... ]

Probably. [ sniff! ] I'm not that close-minded.

[ he's mostly distracted by how the other heads don't seem to be as personable and there's something to be said about how most men are dictated by their one head rather than the actual head. lyney can't relate. he's got enough to occupy his thoughts on a normal, ordinary, non-golden peacock day to keep himself on... well. sex.

but here? ]

Of course I do. Hard to avoid all the signs.

[ that tent looks much, much nicer than most of the other ones he's seen. not making the obvious connection of what might come next, lyney sighs in relief. ]

Ah... this is yours, I take it.

[armwriostle]

Haha~ It's nothing about being close-minded. I just imagine that you aren't quite so fond of my company. Of course, I'd love to be proven wrong. It's been awhile since I've seen you after all.

[The side heads keep pressing their noses against Lyney's face or his hands, happy to demand attention while the center head has to navigate back to his tent and not get the pats he also rightfully deserves.

He chuckles in response.] It is mine. That's correct. Technically it'll also be your space for the next few hours. [Put two and two together, Lyney.]

[cattrick]

[ the math is beginning to math. maybe he's just been in shock this whole time, the combination of being surprised by wriothesley in his beastly form to the resort being the way it is, and the fact that he's in such an unfamiliar place... dressed in flannel robes that are barely covering his body. ]

Ah. I see.

[ there's no way he can hide the color and the heat that reaches his cheeks. he swallows down some air, lets go of the final doggy face, and huffs. ]

You don't have three of those, do you?

[ he's got plenty of 'pats' in his future. ]

[armwriostle]

[One of the heads licks at Lyney's flushed cheeks before sniffing at them curiously. It looks like Lyney is catching up on what's up. That's good. It'd be kind of embarrassing to suddenly pin the other down and have to explain that he's going to ravage them.

He blinks before barking out a laugh.]

No, there's only one of them. [He continues to chuckle even as he carries Lyney into his tent.] Three would be a little much, I think. [Maybe if it isn't one hole...]

[cattrick]

[ the tent is certainly a breath of fresh air, far more than he expected to see after his own lowly accommodations shared with a few other hapless guests. he wasn't planning on returning to them--- while he's certainly used to sharing living spaces, he didn't think he'd be participating in any of the incredibly lewd acts that he's seen others get involved in!

and now he's in wriothesley's tent and seriously contemplating that one is perfectly fine and he should accept that as the best possible situation. fucking the duke. who has three heads. he's also not entirely human. also, there's no way that he's packing lightly.

... ]

At the very least, are you planning on being gentle?

[armwriostle]

[That's a loaded question.

The reality is that Wriothesley was really clinging to his control right now. If he were a weaker man, he'd probably already ravaging the other on the earthy floor of the Vale. It just so happens Wriothesley is probably Fontaine's biggest control freak.

Still, that doesn't mean he can keep his wits in the throes of it.]

I'm going to try, but I won't pretend that it might get a little overwhelming as it happens. If I'm being honest, it's taking a lot of me to treat you kindly right now. [He gently puts the smaller man down.] But I wouldn't recommend trying to run. I'll get excited.

[Dogs do love a good chase.]

[cattrick]

[ thinking about running... well, it's crossing his mind right about now! but would lyney even get that far? probably not. it doesn't take a genius to know that if he tried, he probably wouldn't make it but a few steps outside of the tent. given that wriothesley is assumably not lying about his current condition as well?

also what else could lyney think about OTHER than wrio?! ]

And you're not already excited? [ gesturing to the man as he slowly removes the resort-gifted clothing that he'd been in. if only he had his hat and the cat that made it its home! ] I suppose that if it were anyone else, I'd consider giving it a try. Running, that is.

[ the heat that had been stored in his cheeks has been traveling downward this entire time. exposing himself like this to wrio was never in the cards. yet he doesn't feel that uncomfortable doing it. ]

But if you leave me sore or bruised afterward, you better do the polite thing and make sure I'm properly attended to.

[ huff! ]

[armwriostle]

[The worst thing is that Wriothesley would probably let him escape for a bit. He wants the chase. The excitement. The feeling of hunting down prey. It burns in his blood in a way that is desperate to be sated. He has Lyney's scent, so there's nowhere in the Vale where he wouldn't find them.]

Perhaps a little. [Even as he says that, his tail wags happily as he watches the other undress. Perhaps he should give Lyney some privacy, but he's already being as good of a boy as possible. His mouth salivates and eyes roam over pale skin like the man is a treat he's about to truly enjoy.

Lyney will definitely become a chew toy.

As soon as Lyney is bare, Wriothesley is crowding the other, snout sniffing and pressing into hair or rubbing against skin.] Do you doubt I would not be a good host to you? I take care of my partners well.