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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.
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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.
no subject
But Megumi can't be the one to judge him after he asked him not to kill Itadori. He also doesn't know the whole story, and he doesn't want to be the one to condemn him without knowing anything. He will be properly yelled at when he's managed to drag him out of that prison.]
I have no beef with you, but the one that's taken over your body, [and he makes a face looking away,] and the idiot sorcerer who let himself get caught in an obvious trap.
[The young Gojo that's loitering around here in the Hotel will be spared; it's the older one that made stupid decisions by feeling way too confident for his own good.]
Ah- yes. This morning, [he shifts a little,] the few people I had to share a tent with were here for some time already, so I have a rundown about this place.
[He even went on a walk with his shikigami to see if the guy could sniff out the weird-smelling plants and mushrooms. It was a semi-success- he did recognize weird plants, but also "weird" ones that were perfectly fine.
So Gojo is spared from having to explain stuff to him. He's a quick learner.]
megumi, why... /affectionate
[ time slows. he knows this rush of adrenaline, this scalp-tightening buzz of a close call in battle, from being in the flow of quick jabs that seem to stop the clock; he knows it from watching dropped glass shatter into a hundred hundred pieces or witnessing the inevitability of a car crash; he knows it from the slow way he once watched a blade erupt from Gojou's torso and the descent of Amanai's smile heading towards the pavement in the echo of a gunshot. the fabric of the tent tearing open is what brings him back to reality, already in the middle of flinging a giant red octopus into that body when he blinks into awareness. ]
[ it throws Megumi to the forest floor outside the tatters of his ruined tent door. the weight of its body compresses his chest, many spread arms keeping apart those two; Getou is skilled and experienced enough even at this age to not let any enemy sorcerer bring their hands together to form signs. ]
[ his hair sticks to his face as he stands over him, menacing in the downpour — but not making any move to hurt him. this is another warning... or perhaps an escalation of his previous ones. ]
That was the definition of meddling, you idiot child. [ strain cracks across his voice, both of them soaked to the bone. the octopus clenches in, squeezing Megumi's lungs below, as if trying to wrench the answer from him: ] Who are you?
[ if he's forcing him through this, he at least deserves to know that much. ]
insert: boy... that escalated quickly
Perhaps, if the guy had one ounce of patience, they could've discussed what constitutes as meddling, but now everything's off the table until.
Perhaps- he's given him way too much credit.
He lets cursed energy flow into him, so he sinks into his own shadow on the ground, just enough so he can pull back his leg (uncomfortably, but it works), to kick the thing off of him. It won't kill the octopus, of course, but it WILL get his hands free just enough so he can lift them of the ground to call for-]
Nue-
[-and from the shadows behind him Nue surges in a lightning strike up, picking the octopus all the way off of him, letting Megumi jump back and get ready to summon the Dog, in case the guy REALLY wants to have a go at it.]
Bold of you to ask not to meddle in my own life. Just what the hell do you want from me?! [He was under the impression that "meddling" was directed at the Hotel- he planned to stay away from this guy, not cause trouble because- this happens. Nue lets go of the octopus mid-air after giving it another shock, and charges back to hover behind Megumi.
There is a long debate now about whether he should tell him his name; had he asked seconds ago, he wouldn't have hesitated. Nue's claws land on his shoulders just in case.]
Fushiguro Megumi. Not that I owe you any answers.
famously mentally stable, that suguru
[ the one that's taken over your body ]
[ he knows of nothing strong enough in life or death that could do it. sorcerers bodies are put to the pyre just to avoid it. alive and helpless? dead an unmourned? what's worse? what's worse? ]
[ the name cuts through the psychotic noise, eyes widening even more; his face creases with the horror. Fushiguro. Gojou. Fushiguro— ]
You're a Zen'in. [ he says it like the breath has been punched from his lungs. it's a courtesy Megumi did not spare him in return, that he can barely find over the applause of roaring rain: you're his kid. the picture snaps into focus violently, and he thinks he might vomit up that campfire strew, wobbling on unsteady legs. ]
no one in JJK has problems, nope
He should've been WAY more specific than 'not meddle'. Because he will- because it's his own life, people he cares about, and an insane sorcerer who can swap bodies willy-nilly that destroyed Shibuya in a few hours.
If he has problems with his body not being burned and properly taken care of, he'll have to take it up with future-Gojo. Or maybe even this one- he's not sure from what time frame the guy comes.
Megumi can't help but scowl- why do people keep zeroing in on his surname and making a big deal out of it? First Gojo, then some seanced, insane guy who stabbed himself in the head after hearing it, and now him?]
Fushiguro. I never went to Zen'ins.
[Gojo made sure he never went.
The guy looks so unsteady on his feet; Megumi would've been worried if he didn't just blast him out of the tent with a cursed spirit. He doesn't feel compelled to care about a guy who attacks first and then asks questions.]
no subject
[ it doesn't surprise him that gojou hasn't said anything, but it does feel like a spotlight on a wound that's already been left to fester in the sun. widening. his head throbs, forcing opened eyes to shut, and everything goes inward until all that's left is the roar he tells himself not to fall apart around. ]
[ several heartbeats and he comes back into his body, looking up. he's wet down to the socks, focusing on the physical sensation of fallen leaves and mud soaking into the filament. an exercise in restraint. ]
Find somewhere else to weather the storm, [ is what he says instead, turning his back to retreat back into his tent. ]
no subject
Nue's screech in response is only slightly muffled in the storm, head lowering next to Megumi's, and both of them watch intently as the guy makes his way to the tent (that is close to falling apart again, thanks to the violent shove earlier).
Once the guy steps inside, Megumi's hand reaches for his shikigami, patting its neck and glaring at the retreating guy's back-]
No amount of money would make me stay. [Not even Gojo himself. But the words are lost to another crash of thunder, and he finally faces Nue, grabbing onto it and climbing in one fluid movement. Lowering himself against its back, to combat the wind, he nudges Nue with his knee-]
Fly
[-and in a mix of an electric blast and another crash of lightning in the skies, both Nue and Megumi are gone, the rain doing nothing to slow down the bird as it bolts over the treetops and into the slowly darkening skies.]