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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

Good. That virgin hole is MINE

[armwriostle]

[ Speaking of third foot or leg...

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

[dayseraphim]

To his surprise, his so-called 'captor' does leave him be. In the movement, gold eyes stare at the strange mark on his wrist, some kind of card shape, though that means looking at... Everything else about him.

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.

[armwriostle]

[ Wriothesley digs through bags and trunks before straightening up to toss some clothes to Sunday. They were obviously meant to fit Wriothesley's frame, so they might sit on Sunday's more lithe frame loosely in comparison. Still, clothes were clothes.

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...

[dayseraphim]

The clothes are a little too big for him, but beggars can't be choosers, especially in a place like this. He wonders if he's acting a little too familiar, being offered too much for very little. After all, he hadn't exactly offered himself up to Wriothesley in the same way that it seems to be expected.

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

[armwriostle]

[ Wriothesley finds that the tent is really equipped quite well. Bottles of water and things like instant coffee or tea bags. An electric kettle (it doesn't occur to him that this simply shouldn't work in such a setting because Fontaine's mechanical feats didn't run on electricity) even. He fills it with water and leaves it to start boiling.

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...

[dayseraphim]

They even had tea, on these premises? The monotony of something familiar is calming, as is the scent that comes from a brew. He doesn't recognize the whiff of it, but it is settling. "... Somewhat. Though it explains the scars." Honesty is important, isn't it? And this man has only been forthcoming. "I suppose, from one inmate to another, that's fine."

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.

[armwriostle]

Oh? I wouldn't have thought you'd have been imprisoned. Well, can't judge a book by its cover is as good a phrase as ever. [ It makes him curious to know what for, but he isn't about to go prying when Sunday obviously was trying to acclimate to their current predicament. He chuckles instead. ] Well, the scars are more because I like to test my mettle in the ring more than because I was some rugged criminal.

[ 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. ]

[dayseraphim]

"Isn't this another kind of imprisonment in itself?" He can't help the dry remark, a little tone-in-cheek. Well, far be it from him to judge if someone enjoyed this place. He's sure he can think of a few - he's not one of them. Won't be, and doubts he ever will. "It makes sense if you're a bodybuilder like that."

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.

[armwriostle]

It's a pretty little cage, if that's what you're asking. One meant to make you feel like you have no reason to leave it. [ Passed the forced sex situation, the amenities are nice and one didn't really have to work at all. The more sex one had, the better they can supplement their life and live idly. ] Haha. I don't know if I'd call myself a bodybuilder, but people are less likely to pick a fight with you.

[ 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?

[dayseraphim]

Pretty is nothing new. Cage isn't, either, self-imposed or not. Sunday's expression darkens with every bit of new information, but he supposed it could be worse. They could've simply been dropped into a planet that Lan was about to end, or one still riddled with Tayzzyronth's spawn.

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."

[armwriostle]

[ His lips quirk into an amused smile. ] Well, you could always look into it now. It's not like it isn't achievable. If you saw what I looked like as a teenager, you wouldn't have thought they'd grow up to be me. [ Skin and bones when meals were far and few between. He doesn't think he really grew bigger until he was properly in prison and stepping into the Pankration Ring match after match.

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...? ]