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

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

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

CAMPING

GETTING OFF THE GRID

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

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

NOT ALL TENTS ARE EQUAL

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

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

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

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

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

LET'S GET CRAFTY

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

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

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

HOME ON THE RANGE

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

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

DOES ANYONE KNOW HOW TO COOK?

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

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

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

SUPPLIES RUNNING LOW

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

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

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

ACTIVITIES

TWO WEEKS OF ROUGHING IT

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

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

IN CAMP

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

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

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

THE LAKE

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

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

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

OUTSIDE CAMP

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

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

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

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

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

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

HOWLING

CALL OF THE WILD

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

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

THE WEATHER TURNS

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

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

BLOOD MOON

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

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

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

PACKING UP

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

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

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

OOC NOTES

INVITES | RESERVES | APPLICATIONS

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Comments

hunting!

[hinoikazuchi]

[ how did he get here. and not just the general here of this weird camping ground but here, specifically, with this guy. whatever his name was. zenitsu is sure he said it at some point but if you think for one second he can remember it, you are sadly mistaken, because he's been trying not to say anything to make that--ahem--explosive temper turn on him.

he's loud. abrasive. feels familiar, in a way. maybe zenitsu is just missing someone. (absolutely not, shut up.)

he lets the guy do the main part of the hunting. not that zenitsu can't do it himself, but the terrain is unfamiliar and he'd rather not ruffle any feathers. but catch something? oh, he's perfectly capable of that, thank you.

zenitsu lowers his body and takes in a slow breath, eyes closed as he gathers all of his strength into his legs. they open again, briefly, just before what sounds like a loud crack of thunder splits the air around him and he's gone, nothing but a streak of smoke and the afterimage of lightning showing where he went.

whenever the other guy--bakuto? bokuto? bambino?--catches up, he'll find zenitsu putting the deer out of its misery with the small hand axe he's been carrying. ]

Got it!

[blastedass]

[he wasn't looking for a partner to hunt with, dammit! who the hell wants some noisy ass beginner stomping around floundering with a bow and arrow? whoever this orange-haired weirdo is, he's only got one mistake to his name before bakugo kicks his ass out on a fucking snipe hunt! ... luckily he hasn't made said mistake so far. keeping out of his way, not pestering him with questions, following his orders, and generally not making a pain of himself. tolerable hunting partner behavior.

so far, a string of quail and rabbit drape from a sturdy stick, each tied off by the legs and dangling in staggered order so they're not bunched up in a knot of bodies. he's been trying to keep an eye out for potential edible plants, but so far, no root vegetables or fruit trees/bushes have shown their faces among the fall leaves. shit... guess it's pure carnivore tonight.

red eyes narrow as the other guy crouches like runner preparing to start. before-

the hell?! was that a fucking lightning bolt? no, the sound of thunder instead. any animal that wasn't scared off by the deer's dying bolt is gone now. bakugo clicks his tongue in annoyance before stalking after his quarry. no point in running. if the guy's this fast, he'll already be at the deer.

like that.] So noisy! You better be fucking glad we caught these before, Moptop! Everything else is gone now!

[hinoikazuchi]

Mop--

[ zenitsu's eye twitches and it takes absolutely every single ounce of willpower that he has to not rise to the bait. he doesn't know this guy, doesn't know what he's capable of, only knows that he's capable of something. the sound from him is almost chaotic, a just this side of harmonious symphony of noise, and he's not entirely sure what to make of it just yet.

and he's right about the animals. but still! ]

How much more would you even need, huh?! Look at it!

[ he grabs one of the antlers and lifts it, giving the deer's head a small shake to emphasize his point. ]

It's big! This could feed a family of four for at least a week with enough left over to dry! You're just greedy!

[ zenitsu crouches down, muttering under his breath as he pulls out the spool of hemp from the kit left behind to make clothes. he's glad he has it now as he uses it to tie the deer's hooves together to make it easier to carry. ]

that icon is amazing

[blastedass]

[leaving newly-crowned 'moptop' to sputter in slack-jawed bug-eyed shock, bakugo passes him and jabs the carrying pole into the ground. leave crunch about its end and it tilts slightly before catching, as intended. he crouches beside the deer, checking the cuts his companion made and the arrow's current location. not broken. he can reuse it for another shot once cleaned. no point in tugging it out yet as the blood would run even more and leave a trail behind them. he doesn't want to lead things to the campsite.]

Urusei! You think all those shitty extras are gonna know how to survive in the woods?

[they're going to have people skulking from one campsite to the next, looking for food at the very least. he's already realized the door back to the casino proper is gone. they have from now until it reappears with whatever supplies they can manage. a quick lead will serve them well for the next week.]

Do you know how to dry meat? [he considers taking the antlers off, but opts to leave them on for now. they can remove them at the campsite. bakugo tugs the carrying pole out and brings it to the buck so they can lash its legs to the wood.]

he just has so many Faces

[hinoikazuchi]

[ he has more to say, he does, because he's still stuck on moptop, but his mouth pauses halfway open when--shit, what was it, bakugou?? that sounds right???--reaches him and he pauses.

the words are harsh but the meaning behind them isn't. he reminds zenitsu a bit of inosuke, actually, and it makes his heart pang in a strange way. not that he'd ever miss that stupid boar head!! so he snaps his mouth shut and pushes himself back up to his feet, fully prepared to just heft the deer up onto his shoulders if he needs to. ]

So you just wanna make sure everyone'll get through this. Okay.

[ he nods and rubs the back of his head, face vaguely apologetic now that he knows there was more to it than just getting his deer down. ]

Hm? Oh, yeah. Dried meat's always been the best way to get through the winter when hunting's slim. Gramps usually does most of it himself if we can't get any from the butcher, but I've helped him.

[blastedass]

[he's moptop because his hair looks exactly like an orange mop! the hell did he get it into those layered strips? probably natural, but maybe he styles it or does some funky ass cut. the color's strange, but bakugo's seen odder in his own world. there's a woman with blue hair with pink streaks.

hmph. guess that shut him up. he's not some wasteful idiot gorging himself on resources he'll throw away. these excess meat's preparation for both their own storage and potential sharing with people bakugo's gonna rage at for needing a handout in the first damn place! while they get a handout... anyways, this'll be his first time trying to make jerky, so having some spares won't hurt.]

Haa?! Like hell! If they need meat, they can work for it! [don't call him out on his concern, dammit! he grabs one end of the pole now that they've got the buck lashed to it, then hauls it up on his shoulder so the two of them can carry it back like a pair of weird ancients. gonna have to wash his clothes later thanks to the blood. luckily his campsite isn't far away.]

Che. Then we'll dry some of the meat. The rest we'll cook over the fire and in the pot. [that'll give them three different results. he's not patient enough to wait for the stew to boil, so having some meat for skewers over the fire's a good substitute.]

[hinoikazuchi]

[ it's natural! all natural!! crafted by the gods themselves!!! (he was struck by lightning. no it doesn't make any sense.)

is he aware that it's okay to be concerned for other people? if anything that knowledge has endeared him to zenitsu, just a little bit. not enough to make the yelling stop or anything, but he won't be annoyed at the immediate sight of his face (there'll be at least a solid 30 seconds before that sets in, it's a compliment).

he picks up the other end of the stick and settles it on to his shoulder, the deer now hanging upside down between them. ]

That'll take a couple days at least, y'know. [ he doesn't know about dehydrators ] And we'll need plenty of salt. Do you think we'll be stuck here for that long? I heard people saying something about a missing door.

[ he does NOT want to be here that long. the noises down by the lake have been... a lot. ]

[blastedass]

[yeah, natural yellow mophead by the gods themselves! (look, bakugo has no room to talk being from a world 80% full of quirks.) too bad for poor mophead, he's stuck with the name now. best get used to it and learn to accept.

haa?! he never said he was concerned for anyone! he just doesn't want to deal with a bunch of whining dumbasses pawing at his tent or complaining to him they're hungry. besides, if anyone wants him to feed them, they're gonna put in some work to earn the damn meal. bakugo's not doing all the effort for them. hmph!

this guy beside him put in the work helping him hunt and take down the deer, so he gets to eat without a problem. besides, they still have to gut, skin, dress, and butcher the deer before they even get the chance to clean and cook it. so there's more to be done, and he'd better be fine sticking with bakugo for the entire process.]

We're gonna be out here for that long. [he doesn't know how long they'll be here for exactly, but...] These events usually last anywhere from five days to two weeks. [sometimes four, but those tend to be less extreme. he's betting this surprise boot camp is gonna be closer to two weeks. as for the salt...] Dunno if we'll find that much salt.

[the water here is fresh and he certainly hasn't found a salt pit.]

[hinoikazuchi]

[ it's fine, surely at some point some equally annoying and eye-twitching worthy nickname will spring to his mind. isn't this how friendships are formed? (no.) (yes.)

he's fine with cleaning the deer. it's been a while since he's worked on an animal this size (frequent travels means small game is usually the better option), but he still remembers the mechanics behind it. besides, they'll want to get to it sooner rather than later, lest it start to bloat on them. ]

Maybe one of the other tents has some we could barter for.

[ he wouldn't be surprised. zenitsu had caught brief sight of the really nice setups down by the lake and had been struck by 1) jealousy and 2) how absolutely impracitcal they were. but they looked like the kinds of abodes that things like salt should be easily found. how are the people around here seasoning the food they're cooking anyway if they don't have at least that much!

he shifts the stick to his other shoulder as they make their way back to something resembling a path, heaving a deep sigh. ]

Two weeks? And people around here just... accept that?

[blastedass]

[despite his temper and attitude, bakugo doesn't... entirely bite people's heads off if they give him a nickname. ironic. some of his classmates adopted his old childhood nickname because midoriya kept calling him by it. other stupid nicknames end up with him yelling at them, but not actually stopping them. go figure.

bakugo has every intention of cleaning the animals they've caught, but if this guy's got more skill at dressing down their game, he'll watch and take notes, helping out where he can. as proud as he is, the blonde's not stupid. ruining meat out of pride is a moron's action. don't think he won't demand this guy prove he's better though.]

There wasn't a fucking barrel of it on the supply group.

[do people have salt? yes. but he really doubts they'll have enough even in all the campgrounds combined to salt an entire buck, much less added quail and rabbit. guess they'll have to cook it if salting and drying it isn't an option. if they fry a bunch of it, he could pack the little fridge in his tent full and then dole it out over the next several days.]

Like hell we do! But unless you can punch a hole in a fucking dimension, there's no way out of the Vale.

[hinoikazuchi]

[ don't worry, give it enough time and they'll probably become the best of fr-- uh. the best of. ...people who know each other. yeah, that. best of acquaintances.

zenitsu hums faintly and eyes the deer hanging between them, and the myriad of others hanging off the stick bakugo's carrying with him. between the two of them it shouldn't take too long to get everything cleaned, especially the smaller things. it'd be nice if tanjiro was here, he was always quick with it, but it's not as though zenitsu doesn't know how to wield a knife against an animal. the already dead ones aren't even scary!

his eyes lift toward the sky as though there's a solid surface up there somewhere available for punching. ]

No, no dimension hole punching here. Though I wonder if Gyomei-san could get close...

[ he'd probably try, anyway. just for everyone's sake. ]

So how long have you been stuck here, then? It sounds like it's been a while.

[blastedass]

[best of not!friends. yeah, bakugo has a few of those here he won't admit to. but there's enough interesting and annoying about this mophead the blonde's not going to drop him for a lousy extra. still curious about that thunderclap technique.

ironically, there is a solid surface above them. if zenitsu drove himself skyward at full speed, he'd splatter himself against a very unforgiving surface masquerading as sunlit skies. the guy in front of him already tested it. once controlled and avoiding an humiliating impact, once without his permission and thus very humiliating impact.]

If he's here, tell him to go for it.

[bakugo knows reality, but hell if he's gonna tell someone not to give it their all just in case. the forest slowly breaks open, revealing a rather impressive-sized tent in a clearing at the woodland edge. there's even a loft space in there for storage. a zipper door seals the tent shut, while two chairs rest folded on a rack at the wall. smoke drifts from a manmade fire pit dug from the ground and surrounded by stones. the tent's sturdy enough, but various handcrafted poles and fashioned branches have been dug into the ground and lean into others along the tent frame to fortify its structure even further. some of them are spiked. like a badass.]

A year and a half.

[hinoikazuchi]

Haven't seen him. Or anyone else from home, for that matter.

[ which has been... unsettling, to say the least. he had a minor (major) crash out early in the morning over it, convinced that he had died and this is, in fact, his own personal hell: none of his support system is around and he has no idea what's happened to them. the actual worst outcome for his life, if he's being honest.

he nearly stumbles at the timeframe answer, eyes going wide as he stares at the back of bakugo's head. ]

A year and--

[ that's... that's a lot of time.

he sets down his end of the buck when they reach their destination and sighs, unceremoniously dropping himself onto the ground next to it. his hatchet comes back out as an almost palpable forlorn malaise surrounds him. ]

Should I get started on the buck or did we want to take care of the smaller game first.

[ oh the vim and vigor are gone. ]

[blastedass]

I said "IF", Moptop!

[fuck, some people don't listen! bakugo found out in a similar rush his first day here none of his classmates or teachers were here. waking up alone and abandoned in this shitty place, dragged out of a major incident in his own world, what the hell did they think he was gonna do? "oh" and carry on?! at least he didn't think he died; his last memory wasn't of impending death.]

Watch your feet! [felt that the wooden pole drops slightly, weighted by meat and prey, suddenly getting hoisted back up again as he makes sure it's secure on his shoulder and the guy behind him isn't dropping. shit feeling admitting the time frame too.]

The longest anyone from our "group's" been here is going on two years. [once they reach bakugo's admittedly-impressive tent, he assists in setting the buck and string of quail down, then heads to tend to the fire in his self-made firepit.] Get started on the buck. We can clean the birds after.