TDM 011

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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

[smokedout]

Then I'll ask Mitsuki about it, whenever I actually meet her.

[Or he could message her, but. He's holding off until he manages to get some of the CDs he'd mentioned to her. And he's been busy being cock-thirsty.]

That's actually part of why I'm ah... earning my way into tents. Win-win, more cards for everyone. And you've got a card that's useful to me, lucky you.

[Granted, any card is useful to him in some way or another, but having a bunch of Aces to go with all the doubles he got from Esikko isn't a bad idea.]

[blastedass]

Hmph. Let me know what you find out.

[Text him, call him, whatever. He's curious to know. The hotel's not above breaking its own rules sometimes. There's something from his own world he'd like to get back, even if it has little reason to be here asides from comfort.]

Duh. That's how anyone gets shit around here. [Bakugo figured Dodger's angle a short while after they started talking. Plenty of easy hints.] You can double up on cards too, so unless you're going for a full Deck, do whatever you want.

[He's not even sure a full Deck is possible. The peacock seems to... not like losing.]

[smokedout]

[He nods - no reason not to, although whenever he does he'll probably ask for some sort of payment. It's a principle thing more than anything, Dodger is an information broker by trade and it doesn't feel right to let information slip for free.]

That's why you're valuable - I've got four Aces from Bloemrose, and one from you. If I keep matching them, I've got fodder to make Full Houses with.

[Dodger pauses, thinking for a moment.]

I don't care about getting a full Deck, just getting some stuff from home. No one's gonna miss me and I'm not in a rush to leave.

[No one except his dog, maybe, but he doesn't actually... like his dog. So while Dodger doesn't actually trust that time is staying still or whatever while he's here, he also doesn't care one way or the other.]

[blastedass]

[He's not the first person Bakugo's met here who demands something in exchange for something. Hell, he's done the same thing. Not often, once because the other person was uncomfortable taking help for "free". What Dodger wants... he'll cross that bridge when he comes to it. Information's information.]

Haa?! [Bakugo's expression wrenches in an indignant stare, lips curled and one eye wider than the other.] Piss off!

If all you see me as is a damn card value, you can fuck yourself while I read!

[He's not gonna waste his time on anyone who looks at him so shallowly! Don't think for a second this is some sappy "I wanna be friends" bullshit other people might protest over. No, this is pure pride!

He's more than this shitty assigned value some fucking pervert bird slapped on him! Anyone who thinks differently can fuck off!]

[smokedout]

[Rather than being put off, Dodger lets out an amused snort.]

We're all card values. Including me. It's not that different from seeking out a warm body at a club, right? Except we both get paid.

[He pauses again, to light yet another cigarette, directly after tossing the last one into the fire.]

I'm not going to pretend we're friends, but I think you're interesting. You're worth talking to outside of sex, and I think it's probably worth my time to keep you happy. I figure that's a good place to start, and railing you is a bonus.

[To a certain extent, Dodger just... doesn't entirely understand how to think of people as separate from sex. Turning it down just because the other person is getting something external out of it feels short-sighted - wouldn't Bakugo rather ask something from Dodger in return, since he clearly wants the card so badly? That's what he would do, if the roles were reversed.]

[blastedass]

We have card values, idiot! We're not card values! Don't get so lost in this place you forget yourself!

[Their origin, who they are, where they came from, what they left, what they were taken from, where they want to go, their goals and ambitions. Hearing Dodger reduce him to a fucking card value pisses him off! As if this shitty bird can erase him from Dodger's eyes for nothing more than a damn spade.

For someone who strives to find a way to return home and make this entire place a mutual permission, he rubs wrong hard with those kind of comments.]

I don't care if you think I'm interesting or if I piss you off. You look at me and you see Bakugo Katsuki! Not some fucking rank this piece of shit slapped on me!

[There's a big difference. To him. The sex isn't even part of this momentary flare up.]

[smokedout]

Sure.

[His tone is dismissive, mostly because Bakugo's attitude is so different from his own. It seems counter-productive, to worry about anyone past what they can offer him. Because Dodger is defined by what he can offer, so that's how the world works, right?

He is listening, though.]

I see Bakugo, a kid that knows how to keep himself alive and cares about other people getting by too. I see a friend of Bloemrose's, which makes you worth keeping an eye out for if you need me. And I also see an Ace of Spades that'll get me one step closer to getting my guns back, but whether I get that card is up to you. Is that better?

[Dodger hasn't actually had a reason to force any of these exchanges, which means that he doubts Bakugo understands how big a sign of respect it is that he's willing to acknowledge consent. But it's probably telling that he felt the need to point it out explicitly.]

[blastedass]

[His hackles are up at being dismissed, a snarl curling half his lips. This fucking bastard. He's so ready to see them as nothing more than a fucking card to gain? Doesn't he see the people here instead, the ones imprisoned and forced into this shitty game?! If everyone here is nothing more than a damn number to collect, Dodger as good as gone as the rest of the damn staff!

Listening to him list off what he sees is...] I'm not a kid, you damn geezer!

[Why the hell do people call him a kid just cause he's younger than them?! They don't know what he's been through or what he's done in his world! "Kids" don't fight in wars, risk their lives against other adults who'd slaughter them without blinking, shoulder the weight of a past generation who royally fucked up all over!

Unfortunately, Dodger's not putting him down beyond that, mellowing his bristling attitude somewhat with a compromise. Dammit. Factually, he's not wrong. Slippery tongue or getting stupid lucky.]

Tch! You better keep telling yourself that whenever you see me. I'm more than some stupid label. [Yes, it was better. And though he knows little about Dodger, the man's willingness to correct himself and see where Bakugo's coming from (if a little) pushes the blonde's temper back down.] If you're done eating, let's go wash off.

[smokedout]

I'm twenty-five.

[Dodger would argue that kids do, in fact, do all of those things. But more importantly, anyone younger than him is a baby, even if they're twenty-four.

And really, he wouldn't be so quick to correct himself if he wasn't in danger of losing that card. But he can say whatever he needs to, and he does stand by what he said. He likes Bakugo, he sees a good kid that would be a huge asset to Dodger's boss back home.

There's a pause, where Dodger reaches into the pot and pulls out one last piece of meat to chew on. Boiling water isn't going to stop him, he's used to just grabbing food while it's still actively being cooked.]

Sure. Are you gonna piss yourself again when I teleport?

[He's just teasing, although his tone is fairly flat.]

[blastedass]

I'm eighteen. [In a tone suggesting this is the end of discussion. He's not some damn kid just cause someone's older than him. This place doesn't bring "kids" into its fold; apparently it has some sort of morals. He's heard girls can't get pregnant here either, for similar reasons. Fucking creepy.

If Dodger wants to think of him as a kid, he'd better keep it to himself. Bakugo won't hold back on exploding him each time the man voices it to his face. Part of him gauges Dodger's amiable nature is due to wanting his card. It bothers him more because if that's all he gives a shit about, once they fuck, the man's probably gonna flounce off and go hit up someone else. Is the impression he gets when people reduce other imprisoned guests to nothing but a card acquisition.

Bakugo's not someone who sleeps around with random strangers in his bed; he likes to know the person at least a little before getting it on with them. That threesome was an exception due to Esikko's vouching for Dodger.

Anyways, Bakugo notes the man's heat resistance. Good to know. If they ever fight, he'll take his aresenal of abilities into account.] Haa?! I didn't even flinch last time!

[Dammit, his guy's cruising for a bruising!] Put the lit over the pot and leave it. The fire's down to coals for now.

[smokedout]

Sure.

[Dodger will, in all honesty, probably disappear once he's gotten what he wants. He'll stick around to sleep in a softer bed, but he'll be gone in the morning and probably won't talk to Bakugo again until either he has that information about Mitsuki's guitar or he wants another card. But waiting to know and trust someone feels like a great way to never earn any rewards from playing the game, so he can't really see the point in standing on ceremony.

He does nod, though, covers the pot and teleports again inside of the tent. There's enough water for another shower, and he's deeply hesitant to go near the lake... not that he's afraid of falling in, but his illness acts up a lot near deep bodies of water. Even medicated, he'd rather not risk it.]

[blastedass]

[Rude. Then again, Bakugo's not some sap who wants to wake up beside the person he slept with last night. (Okay, so there are some people he'd do that with, but you could count the ones still here on one hand.) Hopefully Dodger won't leave with a bang or else Bakugo's gonna rage at him for waking him up the next time he sees the man. Some people don't get the luxury of deciding when and where they'll meet another person, the house so often dumping people together for any random "hope you fuck" reason.

Knowing someone's not the same as trusting them. And there are levels of knowing. Bakugo simply prefers to fuck acquaintances rather than random ass strangers he knows zilch about. He's in the market for making allies and training partners, not just fuck buddies. People here are also his ticket home too.

Bakugo rolls his eyes as he heads for his tent. Really, does the guy have an allergy to walking or is he scared of the open outdoors? Fabric rustles as he shoves the tent flap aside, then zips it up after him and locks it with a small number combo badlock. (The little wussy kind anyone'll break if they want in somewhere. Shut up.) He finally emerges from the back of the tent into the small enclosed area with the bucket overhead and jugs of water below. They've got five minute-long "showers" before they're out of water.] We'll rinse with two, wash, then use the other three to rinse again.

SLIDES BACK IN HERE VERY EXTREMELY LATE--

[smokedout]

[He does in fact avoid doors whenever he can. Not purposefully, exactly, but he can teleport whenever he wants to and it's faster to go through the wall, so he hasn't opened doors in years. Except for recently, when he started masking his teleportation specifically to mess with Toma. Every time Toma or Chobe sees Dodger struggling with a door he's a little bit closer to just giving up and letting it slip. (And he will, by the end of this camping trip.)

Dodger follows Bakugo, and tips his head while he considers the showers.]

God, I can't fucking wait to get back inside...

[It's muttered to himself, more than anything. It's not like he takes long showers anyway, but knowing there's a definitive cut-off point is annoying. But yeah, he's stripping, although he pauses midway through pulling his shirt off.]

...Are you gonna need me to heat the water up?

[Because Dodger honestly doesn't care about the temperature one way or the other, but everyone around him seems to prefer hot showers.]

[blastedass]

[That's really fucking sad. Then again, Bakugo hardly ever takes the stairs in the resort; he prefers blasting himself from a lower floor to his suite floor rather than walking several flights. But hell if he was allowed to do that back in his world outside of emergencies and shit! (Still did it at times.) Either ways, he's not gonna give Dodger gruff about it unless his random vanishing act starts pissing him off.]

Suck it up.

[He heard it. Griping over modern convenience. Bakugo was brought up in modern standards, so he knows what Dodger's feeling. Still isn't gonna let him get away with griping about it. He pulls his shirt overhead and works the buckle of his belt open before stripping out of his pants and shucking them from his legs. Red eyes glance up at the question. ]

If you want to. I don't "need" it. [He's no some wuss about cold showers. Warm's just more comfortable. Likely because thermal shock exists...]