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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!
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 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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That spike of adrenaline he got from trudging here is wearing off though, and the sting of cold has him folding in on himself. Uugh. Mortality fucking sucks. He distracts himself from that thought as Esikko's voice reaches his ears, and he turns to him, squatting to make himself eye level.]
Yeah, no shit. [He narrows his eye. Esikko isn't. . .acting on brand, he thinks. There's no fear, no panic. No show of faux superiority, nothing. It's not a mask, or stupor, he just seems in a haze. Chobe frowns to himself. Answers, understand the situation. Then he can decide if he needs to kill him.
He brings a hand up and slaps lightly at Esi's cheek, as if trying to wake someone up.]
Focus, prince. Where's here? Why ain't my power working? Better speak up, or one of us is gonna be dying from somethin' other than the cold.
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Where are they, focus. His eyes flick behind Chobe to their surroundings, to the style of items, to the shape of the lanterns. )
We're... at the base of a certain mountain. ( A certain one, he says, reaching to touch at Chobe's face. A little bold compared to his usual, but the words are clicking. His powers not working? )
It's my world. ( A pause, and if he can get away with it, he yanks his gloves off and tosses them to the side before touching Chobe's forehead, next, testing his temperature. ) No, it's my memory.
( That's closer, he thinks, even as another jolt of pain earns a wince from him. The marks beneath his eyes look worse, his skin looks paler, and he's fluctuating between hypothermia and fever, unnatural. )
You can't use them?
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[Said bluntly, with just a tinge of anger. They aren't near any mountains, let alone Esikko's world. As for a memory. . .some sort of hallucination? But it feels too real. And he'd still be able to use his power in a hallucination. He closes his eye in annoyance, refocusing his thoughts.
And then, belatedly, grabbing Esikko's hand by his wrist. Touching him once was cheeky enough, but bringing his hand to his forehead? Don't poke the bear, buddy. Him being slightly warmer does seem...odd though, but, that could simply be the weather affecting him.]
Can't use 'em, but I can still kill ya, no question there. [Probably. He's still absurdly strong, but those glowing marks on Esi's cheeks haven't escaped him. He didn't get to see what Esikko could really do when on the brink of death on account of, well, blowing him up, but he's aware he has some sort of trump card. He doesn't tighten his grip on his wrist, sucking in a breath through grit teeth, as he keeps in mind the fucking truce still dangling over his head.]
Basically you did something, yeah? Fucking great. How do we get out of here before one of us falls asleep?
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( He grits his teeth, both through the pain in his body and the idea of Chobe grabbing his wrist, hissing the words out despite how weak he feels. In fact, he yanks to try and free himself from the grab, even as his body shivers, eyes shooting around the tent. How... )
If anything, this must be your fault. ( Because it's probably his death revival thing, he assumes. ) There's no way of knowing if injury here can carry over, so don't you dare kill me.
We need each other to avoid freezing to death, idiot.
( Not that he's pleased about the idea. But, ugh, he wishes being lucid meant he could snap his body out of reliving this pain. Instead, he doubles over a little, one hand touching to his own chest, breath shaking. )
I don't know how to get out, either, so could you shut up for a moment and do something useful?
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More like you need me.
[Chobe isn't afraid of death, immortality or no, the only thing keeping him from toeing the line too often being Toma's insistence. And even now, he's confident that he's stubborn and determined enough to trudge through the snow to make it out alive on his own. He doesn't need to entertain this nonsense--he won't kill the prince, but he doesn't have to help him, either.
He's about to say as such, just as Esi doubles over. Chobe freezes. For a moment, he doesn't see Esikko at all. Instead, it's Toma. A younger Toma. Small, weak, fearful, shivering like the crybaby he used to be.
It must be hallucination, his own mind mixing...but instinct takes over for Chobe, even as the illusion fades. He doesn't hear what Esikko says at all, instead, immediately lunging forward to embrace him. It's forceful enough to probably knock him over, but still a firmly protective grip, meant to pull him closer. And unlike Esi, Chobe's warm, flushed with blood and nectar running through his veins.]
--oi, stop crying, I've got ya.
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But that thought doesn't even cross his mind, this time. It's strange. He's freezing, he feels like he's freezing and boiling at the same time, his body is struggling to even remain shivering, his veins are aching so badly that he feels like they're going to launch out of his own skin, and Chobe just barreled into him in a way that causes him to stumble back and topple right over. All of that happens, all at once, the pain continues, but... the way Chobe has his arms wrapped around him, the way he pulls him close to his warmth, strikes something straight through him and makes every thought in his racing little mind grind to a stop.
Somewhere in the back of his mind, he's left thinking that maybe this is what could have happened if his father didn't create an environment where his older brother hated him, hated them all. That maybe he had been this way for his own younger brother, once, too, before things became so twisted under his mother's cold watch. The whole cause of these stupid dreams are a trigger of loneliness, of longing, and so his mind recognizes that this is exactly what he needs right now, exactly what he wants, even if it's not from anyone he'd want it from.
It doesn't matter right in this second. His body bristles, braces, and then relaxes without a thought, shoulders sinking as he tucks his face in against Chobe's neck, a convenient pose made easier and automatic by the aching from the Divinity. His fingers, too, wrap back reflexively, clutching around him like he's a life support. The breath is knocked out of him not just from the fall and the pain, but from the shock of it all, too, and he stammers a little trying to find the words. )
What are you doing—
( It's not like he's trying to separate from this, though. If anything, he almost feels like he is going to cry. But he's not, he can't, he won't, why would he? )
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That person. . .isn't Esikko. The blur of his mind slowly begins to clear, eyes wide as realization sinks in. Another trick? He could just crush Esikko, couldn't he? He's messing with his head again, isn't he. Violation of the truce, that's what this is. But then Chobe feels him tucking his head against him. Esikko's frail body still so cold, grasping for some sense of salvation. Another memory floods Chobe's mind, his little brother desperately clinging to him . "I'm hungry, brother, I'm cold, brother, I'm scared, brother." Toma. . .hasn't held on to him like that in so long. A good thing, since he's grown and become so strong in his own right. But that memory, that nostalgia, it sits right at the forefront of Chobe's mind.
. . .
So he doesn't let go. He'll pretend, for now. There's no harm in that. He can just blame Esikko later if anyone questions it. Dismissing Esikko's word, he'll simply embrace living in this memory, just for a little while.]
Shut up. Just listen to your brother, and you'll be fine. I won't let anything happen to you.
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( He repeats the word softly, understanding mixing with his own pulsing need for closeness. Chobe thinks he's Toma? It would make sense, with that first tackle of an embrace, even if the words from before that had recognized him clearly. Is he screwing with him? Trying to embarrass him? Showing him what he'll never have?
Maybe. But this is definitely a dream, isn't it? Even if Chobe were to pull back and laugh at him, to kill him, to rip it all away— it wouldn't actually matter, would it? Aside from his own pain, his own ache of loneliness that's being especially problematic since his revival. He squeezes his eyes shut harder, breath shuddering out as ice moves through veins that are still clinging to a memory of warmth, fever fighting hypothermia in a horrible mix of sensations. )
Sorry. ( The word is mumbled against Chobe's neck, and it feels odd to point it his way, but— some part of him wants to acknowledge that he knows he's accepting something not meant for him. How might things have changed, if he'd had this in any one of his lives? The wind roars outside of the tent, and Esikko curls his fingers more against Chobe's back, breaths shallow and struggling.
But he's staying conscious, staying alive. )
It hurts... ( This stupid flower, this stupid Divinity, trying to punish him for the taboo he's committed. The marks beneath his eyes are angry and bright, but buried against Chobe's form, he feels he can ignore that. Just don't laugh, don't pull away, don't leave— His pathetic grips speak to these thoughts as he selfishly tries to tangle their legs together, seeking warmth. )
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. . .
No, he's not going to think about that. Don't think, only act. Whatever's happening, once Esikko's satisfied, perhaps everything will return to normal. Just focus on his role. The howling wind doesn't even register to him, it doesn't need to. If he does his job right, if he protects his bro--Esikko, nothing outside of this room will matter. So he allows the entanglement, and turns his head just enough to bury himself in Essiko's hair. That horrid medicinal stench of flowers fill his lungs, it makes him want to both retch and hold him tighter. He doesn't fully grasp the depth of why Esikko is like this. . .it sounds like he too gambled with the gods, but unlike the Aza brothers, he lost. A small part of Chobe could sympathize, if he allowed himself to.]
Ignore it. I'm here, I'll take as much pain from you as ya need. So don't hold back, just, let me share the burden.
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He shakes his head, though in this hold it's more like a slow roll left and right and left again. Take pain? Share the burden? It doesn't make sense. It's never made sense, it's always been for a reason, for a use, it's never been his and this certainly isn't.
But for as much as he wants to pull back because this isn't his, his fingers curl tighter because he wants it all the same. These emotional moments being relived in his head again and again, times when he wanted not just company, but connection, understanding, support more than he could even ask for, were too painful. He's tired, he hasn't really slept in days, he can feel every bit of stabbing, icy pain. He can remember so many iterations of this moment overlapping, all of them alone in one way or another.
But Chobe's warmth is too nice. Even if he hates him, even if he killed him, even if he's incredibly jealous of what they have and knows it's not his, it's twisting him up, like a turn of a knife in his chest. But maybe that's the only context someone like him can have something like this, anyway. His body trembles with tears he keeps silent, his body slowly relaxing into this hold. If this is just going to be a trick, to kill him, to laugh at him more— well, it already hurts enough, anyway. He might as well enjoy a fleeting moment.
So he doesn't speak, he just cries quietly, his grip eventually growing too weak to even curl properly at Chobe's back. The marks beneath his eyes spread, briefly, curling and vine-like across his face, into his eyes, down his neck, but they shrink back before too long as Esikko's body manages to stay alive. This memory has changed so much that the dream shifts, outside, too. The winds calm, and though this tent doesn't belong here, the outside morphs into a snow-buried forest rather than the base of a mountain. No more blizzard...
Still terribly cold, though. Eventually, if Chobe hasn't shoved him away in disgust like he fears, Esikko's sniffling quiets, and his fingertips trace idly along Chobe's back, small patterns to soothe himself. He's not sure how he's getting away with this... He's too afraid to speak and end it, though. )
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Those muffled tears against his skin bring back more memories. A younger Chobe, cradling his infant brother, too afraid of putting him down for fear he'd fall apart. A bit older, patting his brother's back as he sobs against him, crying out for their father, and later their mother. And then older, in their teens, he can't allow Toma to cry out in public, not in front of the thugs. But when alone, just the two of them, his brother quietly weeps into his shoulder, a much needed reprieve from the mask he's forced to wear. Chobe doesn't shed a tear though. His position is to support and absorb Toma's pain, just like he's doing for Esikko right now.
He cracks his good eye open, idly looking way from Esikko as he feels the harsh winds dying down. A forest. Still nothing but snow and dead trees as far as he can see but, this is doable. What happened to the tent. . .? It doesn't matter, he doesn't need it. His body shifts, as if trying to cover Esikko as much as possible with his form, somehow mindful and gentle rather than crushing despite the weight of his frame. Esikko can take all the warmth he needs from him, and Chobe tilts his head slightly, hot breath against his ear.]
See? You're gonna be fine. I won't let anything happen to ya, not now, not ever. It's a promise, okay?
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It's mostly to shrug off the outermost layer of his clothing, a thick winter coat that is even harder to wiggle out of with Chobe's weight over him. But he's insistent, pushing it around him to try and cover him— it helps the both of them anyway, with how he tucks in closer to Chobe, now icy fingers slipping up from his stomach back around to his back, up over his shoulder blades.
He knows these actions aren't for him, he knows these words aren't for him, but he still lets his breath exhale shakily over Chobe's warm neck as he utters: ) Thank you.
( His lips brush a little too close, his whole body aching to cling to this comforting hold as long as possible. This is not going to let them wake up any sooner, but... At least it's nice. )
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But no, Esikko's simply working himself out of his coat. Something sparks beneath Chobe's skin. Anger? Jealousy? He can't properly pin it until Esi pulls it over the both of them, an extra layer of warmth. Ah, that's what it is. Shame. Why would Toma need to do that? Chobe is more than enough, he can protect them both. That's why he's here, that's his whole damn role. Toma shouldn't strip away his comfort for his sake, why does he do that? Chobe can handle it. Just let him carry the burden, Toma.
. . .Esikko. He means Esikko.]
. . .
Don't do anything unnecessary. Leave it all to me.
[Whispered as his hold tightens, though he brings one hand up to the side of Esikko's face turning him just enough so Chobe can kiss at his forehead. He catches a glimpse of those marks. Marks Toma would never have. That's it, that's why Toma won't leave it to him, right? Because this isn't right. So if this is fake, then it doesn't matter. He can let it slide, this time.]
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Yandere Chobe??Chobe is so... doting? Is that the word for it? Esikko isn't so sure, but it feels foreign. He can feel the tension in him, at how he moved, in the words insisting that he relax and leave it to him. But it feels wrong, to rely so much on someone entirely, to not try and move for himself, to not try and pay back.
It's a sweet temptation, though, and one that his dream was longing for by pulling Chobe into it in the first place. So his hands splay against Chobe's back, his face flushes under the warmth of that little forehead kiss, and he closes his eyes to pretend he's not cuddling up with the man who murdered him. Play pretend, like the dream this is. Be Toma for now, if that's what it takes to get this sort of treatment. It's fine, isn't it?
Since there's no way he could ever imagine his brothers in a position like this. It's far easier to imagine himself changed. )
...Okay.
( Quietly, he relaxes. The cold of the air around him seems to vanish from beneath Chobe's form, pressed over him like this, and each gentle, affectionate touch like a kiss or a squeeze closer makes him feel practically toasty, like this is what he's been waiting for. His breathing slows, but only because he's more relaxed, and his body even warms a little to keep up with Chobe's efforts. Still sickly levels of cold, but no longer that icy, foreign kind. And the marks beneath his eyes shrink back to simple crescents, no longer bright and irritated.
More. This is already more than he should be getting, more than he deserves, but the voice in the back of his mind is needy, greedy, touch-starved and desperate for this sort of love. His breath hitches for it, ignoring as he nuzzles his face closer, soaks into Chobe and tries to will this all to just persist as is until he can forget it when he wakes— but he's too aware of arms around him, of warmth above him. It's dizzying.
It takes every bit of self control to hold back from doing anything stupid, and just lay here and enjoy feeling cared about— no, not just being cared about, but having it physically and affectionately reflected. He can't ruin this. Not even if the snow starts falling over them again, gentle compared to the earlier blizzard, but persistent. )
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Another similarity Chobe refuses to acknowledge, stuffing it to the back of his mind. Esikko is so frail and physically outclassed, but he continues to exert himself, tries to stand his ground, tries to be useful. Toma, of course, can back up his bark with bite, but it wasn't always the case. He'd jump at the chance to be of use, no matter how small that act, and maybe that's why Chobe can never truly let go of that vision of the "little" brother.
But at least here, in this fantasy, Esikko. . .relents. He lets Chobe do his job, allows him to encompass the role. When it comes down to it, it's all he's good for, really. It's the only reason he exists. Sure, he'll make the most of his infinite time on this plane, but he's never forgotten the sole purpose he was called back to fulfill.
He shifts slightly pulling his head back, making good on his word. He'll slip his arms under Esikko's shirt, wrapping around him from there, then just, fucking wriggling under like it's a get-along sweater. Whether it tears or not, he doesn't care, just making sure they're chest to chest, face to face. This is better, right? Skin to skin contact. Whatever it takes to block out the cold, ignore the light flurries trying to coat them. Esikko could take all Chobe's warmth here and now, and he wouldn't care. It feels good, succeeding this time, after making Toma cry so much before. A secret atonement, known only to Chobe alone.]