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TDM 011
【 Thank you for choosing the Golden Peacock, 5-star resort and casino. You are currently registered as a WILDCARD in our system.
We are thrilled to announce that the Golden Peacock will be embracing autumn with a special outing. Current and new guests are invited to join us for a refreshing outdoor experience where participants can unplug, unwind, and connect with nature. During this time, all Watches will be disabled to the most basic functions (texting, calls, checking chip account) in order to encourage guests to disconnect.
Please look forward to two weeks of finding yourself amongst the trees. We hope you enjoy your stay, and have a fan-CAMP-stic time. 】
CAMPING
GETTING OFF THE GRID
As the resort moves into what it claims is autumn, the days grow shorter. The projected sun in the Vale sets in the afternoon, after which a faint chill falls. Then there’s the most excessive transformation of all – a portion of the Vale has transformed into a campground complete with a scenic lake, seemingly overnight. Statues nearby have been dressed up with flannel jackets and suspenders. Folksy banjo fills the air without any discernible source.
A section of the campgrounds have been reserved for tents. These tents vary in size, shape, and supplies. All tents, regardless of quality, are supplied with sex toys and lube. Staff and long-standing guests all agree — pretending to live in the wilderness and 'rough it' for a while is thrilling. This is what the peasants feel like all the time!
A section of the campgrounds have been reserved for tents. These tents vary in size, shape, and supplies. All tents, regardless of quality, are supplied with sex toys and lube. Staff and long-standing guests all agree — pretending to live in the wilderness and 'rough it' for a while is thrilling. This is what the peasants feel like all the time!
HOME ON THE RANGE
Welcome to the Peacock Campgrounds! Nicknamed the Stomping Grounds by long-standing guests. Rustic and right off a sparkling lake, guests will find everything they need to live in the wilderness. Staff have expertly set up fire pits, benches, hammocks, and a wooden shed to act as a tool depository. There's even an outhouse, which is a real novelty to many of the long-standing guests. Do they just... squat over that hole and do their business? How wild!
Unlike previous resort-sponsored excursions, guests are expected to manage without the help of staff. That pile of wood won't be replenished once used; guests will have to go chop down trees and split their own. Food won't magically appear in their tents regardless of rank. Camping is all about living off the land. Though staff make themselves scarce to make the experience feel real, they lurk in the shadows, discreetly providing necessary tools and fixing broken equipment so guests won't struggle too much. It isn't fun if it's real hardship, after all!
Unlike previous resort-sponsored excursions, guests are expected to manage without the help of staff. That pile of wood won't be replenished once used; guests will have to go chop down trees and split their own. Food won't magically appear in their tents regardless of rank. Camping is all about living off the land. Though staff make themselves scarce to make the experience feel real, they lurk in the shadows, discreetly providing necessary tools and fixing broken equipment so guests won't struggle too much. It isn't fun if it's real hardship, after all!
ACTIVITIES
TWO WEEKS OF ROUGHING IT
Camping can't be all about survival. Where's the fun in that? Before 'leaving', the staff arrange activities and events for guests to enjoy. A wooden bulletin board outlines times for group hikes, camping experiences, and wilderness delights. Adirondack chairs line the edge of the lake and a few tire swings hang over the water, tied to strong tree branches. For the first week and a half the weather is pleasant and sunny. Perfect for camping.
At night, acoustic guitars and other wooden instruments come out so that guests can make music around the bonfire. Projected stars dapple the night sky, forming various constellations sourced from guest worlds. The moon enters a different phase each night, shining a gentle silver across the campgrounds. Why not pull your sweetheart in and cuddle beneath the night sky? It's so romantic.
At night, acoustic guitars and other wooden instruments come out so that guests can make music around the bonfire. Projected stars dapple the night sky, forming various constellations sourced from guest worlds. The moon enters a different phase each night, shining a gentle silver across the campgrounds. Why not pull your sweetheart in and cuddle beneath the night sky? It's so romantic.
HOWLING
CALL OF THE WILD
Temperatures drop drastically at night as the camping excursion nears its end. Nights become so chilly that morning dew frosts over, crunching beneath guest feet. Every day the light and its warmth set a little bit earlier. Staff remain elusive and do not provide warmer blankets or clothes for guests, leaving them to cuddle for warmth or find other ways to sleep comfortably during nightly cold snaps.
The moon hits its apex on the final night of camping. Unlike the other nights, this full moon shines blood red. The Vale stills under this ominous sign, silent. Snowflakes begins to fall, spreading an endless clean sheet across the campgrounds. That reflected pink hue is inescapable.
The moon hits its apex on the final night of camping. Unlike the other nights, this full moon shines blood red. The Vale stills under this ominous sign, silent. Snowflakes begins to fall, spreading an endless clean sheet across the campgrounds. That reflected pink hue is inescapable.
OOC NOTES
▶ BLANKET CW: altered states; eyes (descriptions only, incl. eye injury); exhibitionism; hunting (incl. hunting fantasy creatures); orgies; public sex; survival; temperature play; tentacles; transformation; violence
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▶ All TDMs are game canon. This TDM acts as the game's September event. Camping will ICly begin September 15th and end October 3rd.
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▶ We ask you to kindly add content warnings to your threads as appropriate.
▶ If you do not currently have permissions and kinks listed in your character’s journal we suggest leaving a note in your top level of any limits or boundaries for other players to reference.
▶ All characters on the TDM are WILDCARDS, which means they have not yet been assigned a card value. Suits will not manifest until characters are accepted into the game.
▶ All TDMs are game canon. This TDM acts as the game's September event. Camping will ICly begin September 15th and end October 3rd.
▶ Current characters may top level on the TDM. Any current characters posting to the TDM should note they are current in their subject header.
▶ The top level directory is for new characters only. We want to make sure new characters are prioritized and receive attention! If you would be interested in a game invitation, you can note that in your comment header.
▶ Smut threads that take place on this TDM can be used for rewards. If both parties in the smut thread join the game, you may retroactively apply the character's initial card values to your 52 bank. If one character does not join the game the thread will not be applicable toward rewards (as that character would not have a card value). The character that does join would still receive a small payout for the encounter. Hopefully it was a fun thread regardless!
▶ We ask you to kindly add content warnings to your threads as appropriate.
▶ If you do not currently have permissions and kinks listed in your character’s journal we suggest leaving a note in your top level of any limits or boundaries for other players to reference.
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And just like that, the winds resume, the light stays still, and Esikko breathes out something that's only half defeated. )
It won't trouble you. ( Insistent, he thinks he's addressing the only problem anyone could have with him potentially dying here. He ate a god, but he's not about to tell Toma— Kirma— that. Because it's taboo, because he doesn't trust him, because he doesn't trust anyone. He just has to wait it out, to see if he can survive this, nothing else matters.
So, even as his breath shakes and he pulls himself closer, even as he tucks his face closer against the side of Toma's to connect them even more, he refuses to share that. )
I'm just... my body is failing. ( Not a lie, not exactly, even as he hides the reason behind it. ) I might... pass out, I think. But I'll be fine.
( He's not sure if he believes that. But he wants to. His breaths are shorter, shallower. )
Forget it and just focus on getting warm and staying that way.
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But Toma, of course, is... not decent. He at the very least refrains from snapping too openly, giving a somewhat vague retort instead:] It's troubling me now.
[Still piecing together what information he can... Esikko did have a normal body temperature, was presumably a normal human - he did something, that he's facing the consequences of now. Something that likely stabilized, at least for the most part, leaving him with ice cold, floral blood, but able to do things a normal human couldn't.
There are parts of it all that are irritatingly familiar.
Regardless - for now, he answers Esikko's dismissal with a dissatisfied grunt.] Don't do that. If you pass out in this condition, there's a good chance you won't wake up.
[He's trying to remember what he saw in the tent, before they huddled in here... is there anything else they could use? More lanterns, more means to generate heat, or is this all they've got to work with?]
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( His hushed voice is a little hard to make out, with the noise of the storm outside, but Esikko's shivering body moves just enough to draw one of his cold hands back, between them, curling at his own chest. Something can be sensed there by Toma, some sort of energy, as Esikko continues to mumble, almost as if automatic from memory, rather than any conscious words: ) I'll try again if that happens.
( There's more lanterns, burnt out and scattered about, but not much else to work with. And even if Toma were to try and shift and leave the bag to investigate, Esikko clings to him with both arms, now, and his legs, as well. )
Just stay here. ( Hissed bossily, stubbornly, as he clearly deals with some sort of pain alongside the threat of hypothermia. ) I'll be fine.
( Something is shifting along the edges of this dream's reality. The closer Esikko gets to passing out here, the less the scene seems to hold— which means they'll both wake up when he finally gets there, not that Toma is aware. )
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[Not that he really expects a coherent answer; it sounds like Esikko is barely thinking about his own words as he says them. Whatever he means, Toma isn't sure he's in any state to explain it.
It has him thinking about that last, strange memory in the hall of mirrors, though; then, he had seemed to kill himself out of desperation and loneliness, having lost... whoever that man was to him. Now, the possibility of his own death doesn't seem to faze him at all. I'll try again if that happens. He feels like he has most of the pieces to something, but barely, infuriatingly, not enough to put them properly together.
There's little to be done for it, in any case - not the ambiguity of Esikko's situation, not his plummeting temperature, not the cold still encroaching on Toma's body in turn.
Nothing but to wait. To stay stubbornly awake, to pay close attention to any remaining sign of life from the prince - even while something happens all around him, pulling at his awareness. He can't even be sure if it's the cold affecting him, or something else entirely.]
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When the last bit of color fades, the harsh cold of the dream vanishes completely, and Toma is restored to consciousness! Esikko, too, though he's taking a bit longer to wake from it, a hand reaching to grip at his own head, the other scrubbing at his eyes like it might help. What a weird dream... )
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But then, suddenly, it's over-- and he's... back near the camp, lying on the ground like he'd collapsed where he stood. Toma pushes himself hurriedly to his feet, casting a quick glance around - and his gaze lands on Esikko, still by the fire, rubbing his eyes like he... also just woke up.
In a way, it points toward a potential explanation for what he just witnessed - but that explanation raises more questions, and Toma hardly knows what to do with it anyway. So, rather than acknowledge the strange experience-- for now, Toma hurries on his way, doing his absolute best to pretend that just didn't happen at all.
He'll think it over back at the tent.]
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But something catches his eye. The sight of the back of Toma's head, just as he disappears behind a few tents in the distance, heading away. Esikko frowns, but... it's probably his imagination, right? There's no reason for it to be anything otherwise.
And so he leaves it at that, this time. Brushes it off as sleep deprivation and struggling, and his stress with the brothers, and moves on. )