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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
▶ 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.
▶ 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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[This is the crazy Dodger's decided to stick his dick in, hope he enjoys!! His eye reforms just in time for him to see Dodger poof into flames again, and he's ready to slash at the wolf only to suddenly get a kick to the head, with Dodger's torso no where in arm's reach. Had that kick been flaming, he'd likely have taken Chobe's head off with enough force. As it is, it dazes him momentarily, so when Dodger grabs for his ankle he can burn straight through it, flesh, blood and bone sizzling as Chobe lets out a pained snarl when gravity takes hold.
He won't go down cleanly though, and vines sprout from his arms and back like like a spiked club. He's not aiming anywhere in particular, but Dodger best watch himself if he doesn't want to become a pin cushion.]
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He has to let go fast, though, and teleport away again to avoid Chobe's attack. Dodger is slippery, but the teleportations take more effort than his other powers, so he only has so many in him before he needs a break. And he isn't there yet, but he can feel the strain starting to kick in.
Better to stick to the martial arts for a bit, he guesses. Moving forward again, letting out a flash of fire around his body to fake-out a teleportation before just aiming a flaming kick through Chobe's stomach.]
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His ankle recovers enough for him to spring back to his feet, and he's ready to attack again, but too bad for him, that feint gets him. His eye darts away from Dodger for a split second, thinking he'd reappear elsewhere, only got get that fiery strike right to his gut.
And Chobe practically roars. As Dodger's foot burns and sinks in, he may properly notice the diamond shaped suit suspiciously surrounding his navel, traveling down into the groin of his pants. Chobe's been careful not to call attention to it in previous encounters, and given his reaction? It being a weak spot might be why.
Far less precise than before, Chobe slashes at Dodger's leg to try and get him to back off, but whether he does or not, he's doubling over.]
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There's some hesitation, but he doesn't want to waste another opportunity. So he pushes forward again, gripping the smaller man's shoulder and forcing him onto his back. Although it's not to land another hit, Dodger is just aiming to straddle him and pin his wrists above his head. He wants to get a good look at how Chobe's doing, and see how long it takes him to recover from that hit.]
Hey. You're not tapping out already, are you?
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Chobe wouldn't die from something like this, not without Dodger following through to make sure that fire cleanly cleaves his hidden core with one strike. Hyper specific conditions, something he's certain most people wouldn't simply guess, but he's a bit on guard after what went down with the heroes, and Toma's pleas afterwards. He normally wouldn't care that much about exposing his suit, but now he'll just grit his teeth and hope Dodger doesn't draw the connection.
That, and he lets a vine sprout from his chest, pointed toward Dodger's neck. It's more of a bluff though. . .he's not going to violate the truce. He sneers, annoyed.]
Like hell. D'aaaw, what's the matter? You worried about me, pooch?
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Rather than any reasonable conclusion, this tells Dodger that he should avoid Chobe's stomach next time they fight, unless it's a last resort.
That vine gets a smirk out of him, that looks vaguely flirtatious - Chobe could just stab him with it, so the fact that it's just hanging there makes him relax. He lets go of one of Chobe's wrists, to wrap his fingers around the vine. Testing its strength at first by trying to push it aside, but either way he's just going to sever it with a burning grip.]
Nah. But it'd be a shame if you went down that easy after all that talk.
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He's got enough strength that the vine doesn't budge when Dodger tries to shove it, but it hardly matters as it turns into kindling from the heat, ashes floating down to his chest. Chobe smirks.]
Easy? Yer supposed to sweet talk who you wanna fuck, aintcha?
[He's half willing to give in just so Dodger doesn't get too many ideas about his tandem. On the other hand. . .he's just as petty as Toma. So he puts all his strength into his hips, and bucks, trying to knock Dodger off him with enough force that he backs himself deeper into the ground as he does so.]
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If you want sweet talk, you'll have to earn it.
[Chobe does manage to knock Dodger off, but Dodger keeps his grip to sort of force Chobe to roll over on top of him. Which puts them in a position that immediately makes him nervous, with his legs around Chobe's hips, but despite the hesitation in his eyes and the pinned-back ears, his tail is wagging.
Feelings are hard to sort through, but he's still convinced that continuing the fight is going to end badly for him. So he's leaning up to seek out a kiss, instead.]
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The werewolf can probably feel Chobe's whole body abruptly relaxing. . .and maybe a vine or two trying to tug down his pants.]
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Those vines start pulling his pants down and Dodger shivers. His breathing starts to pick up, too quickly to just be from excitement, but he tries to mask it by deepening their kiss, reaching down to fumble with Chobe's pants. Undoing them so he can stroke the younger man's cock, even if his body is tensing right up again as he does.]
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Reluctantly, Chobe breaks the kiss, trying to settle his mind as his cock his handled, and he brings hand to Dodger's face, forcing him to look him directly in the eye.]
Oi, do you want this? You ain't been this stiff before.
cw: dodger's awful attitude about his own trauma
Does it matter? I'm letting you.
[He sounds genuinely confused about what the issue is. His chest hurts and he feels like he can't take proper breaths, but men want this, don't they? Surely Chobe expects to top him, even while the panic is getting steadily more obvious. He just has to push through it until it stops making his skin crawl and his lungs lock up. He just has to stop being a pussy about it.]
cw implications of csa/non/dubcon etc
There's something familiar about this, that forced resignation. Something Chobe had years and years to get used to for survival, long before adulthood. But here's Dodger, a man who at least physically looks a little older than him, squirming like it's his first time. Chobe has. . .very, very few hard lines. Perhaps surprisingly, consent is one of them. Dodger's giving him the go ahead, but it doesn't feel right, even if his arousal urges him to go fuck it, plow right in. But if their tao isn't in sync. . .]
Who's going down easy now, huh?
[Chobe clicks his tongue, a vine completely tearing off Dodger's pants, and then working with Chobe's hand to get the current werewolf as hard as possible. Then he shifts, moving to position his ass atop him, watching Dodger with his good eye to see if he takes the bone he's getting thrown.]
cw: more implications of dub/noncon + physical abuse
His breathing is still fast and shallow, but he is relaxing. That nervous tail wiggle is turning into proper, slow wagging, and his ears swivel forward. He never expects sympathy for his damage, he expects to be jeered at for not being able to defend himself when it happened. He expects other men to push forward, to take until he burns them out of panic, and he expects to be beaten and discarded afterward. And that somehow hasn't happened a single time yet, here. The thought occurs to him, that if Chobe of all people isn't interested in forcing the issue, this place is probably much safer than Boston.]
...Shut up.
[His hands are shaking a bit, but he reaches a hand up to grip into Chobe's hair, guiding him down for another kiss. Clumsy, breathless, but he's showing his gratitude in the most guarded way he can. It's short, though, so he can speak more pragmatically.]
There's lube in my pants pocket... somewhere. I, uh... can't retract my claws.
[So either Chobe needs to stretch himself out, or... Dodger's not going to judge him if he wants claws inside of him.]
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A laugh escapes his throat as Dodger mutters something about lube. He presses a palm against one of his hands, forcing those claws to draw blood.]
If you want it, go on and get it. Thought ya wouldn't mind it kinda tight.
cw: blood as lube,,,, and maybe mild gore??
I don't care if you don't. Just giving you options.
[He flexes his claws, digging in a little more purposefully before releasing and sliding it down. Gripping Chobe's hip, and digging his claws in as deep as he can get them to draw out a proper pool of blood. Something he can dig his fingers into and wet them, before he moves again to press two of those fingers into Chobe's ass.
His motions are quick and careless, relying on that strange healing factor to keep things running smoothly. Chobe's made it perfectly clear that Dodger shouldn't be worried about hurting him, and Dodger just cares enough not to hurt himself with the squeeze when he gets in. So there's barely a minute of prep, before Dodger pulls his claws out and drags Chobe down onto his cock.]
Re: cw: more blood lube and description of organs ripping. nasty men
Claws tear into flesh and blood flows freely with a faint sweet scent. Those familiar thin vines can't get to stitching Chobe up until Dodger moves his hands, but just as soon as those close, those claws are in his ass. Even Chobe can't help hissing at the pain, though it's probably moreso his flower inwardly screaming the fuck are you doing. But Chobe doesn't listen to anyone, not even his body. If he's doing this he's gonna get an experience outta it.
Blood ain't really the best of lubricants, possibly benefiting Dodger alone, but Chobe rolls with it, letting out something like a yowling moan as that cock tears into him. His body is working to repair the damage, but absolutely not helped along by Chobe deciding to sink further, get Dodger in there as deep as he can go. His insides stretch, rip, bleeding as vines quickly try to keep up the healing factor. Best way to deal with pain is more pain, and it's quickly being outweighed by a new adrenaline rush. But hey maybe the excess blood helps Dodger along.]
Hah--this all ya can give, mutt?
cw: just assume burns, blood and gore for the whole thread, they're naaasty
Not by a long shot.
[This position... actually sucks. Not enough room to move the way he wants, to get those properly deep thrusts. So Dodger slips a hand up to brace Chobe's back, keeping him in place so he can roll them both over and cage the smaller man in against the ground with his body. Much better - this feels more dominant, it scratches something in the wolf brain. Although it really is hard to tell where the wolf brain ends and Dodger's normal behavior begins.
Then he captures Chobe's lips again, partly just to shut him up, while his hips start to move in earnest. Setting a brutal pace, trying to prevent Chobe's body from fully healing for as long as possible, while his claws dig into the blond's hip and heat up enough to burn through his flesh.]
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The burning is another story though. He hisses against Dodger's mouth as those claws sink in and burn, vines redirecting their energy to try and fix that at the same time, though its hardly fruitful. The pain, the intensity, the heat, it all has Chobe desperately bucking and grinding, trying to find his own release.]
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You're such a masochist.
[It's said with a tone of pure affection - he can't let loose like this with anyone else, and it's making him genuinely adore the few chances he's gotten to use Chobe's body. Just the fact that he can use his full strength, and he doesn't have to reign in his heat, is delicious.
It also makes it much harder to control himself, but he's determined to at least last long enough to get the smaller man off. Burning into his skin, pounding his ass with reckless abandon, and now leaning down to bite hard into Chobe's neck with his sharp new fangs. This time, he's intent on ripping a chunk out.]
cw blood/gore/vore??
And even if he really wanted to complain, he doesn't get the chance. Those teeth sink into his neck, and that alone is enough to push Chobe over the edge, with a gurgle of a scream just on the tip of his tongue. But rather than a gasp of pleasure it becomes a choking, dying gasp of shock as his throat is ripped out clean out. It's certainly a sight to see, the red spray of blood that gushes from the wound just as he cums against Dodger. His entire body ripples at the sensation, reflexively clenching and then convulsing as it searches for air.
Of course, he won't die from it, and already vines sprout from his neck, quickly trying to seal the wound, assuming Dodger isn't going to give him that chunk back to recycle.]
cw: cannibalism + gore
God, that's hot.
[His hand moves back to grip into Chobe's shoulder, to give himself leverage to finish himself off with a few brutal thrusts. Just like that first time, his seed comes out scalding hot, enough to burn through the smaller man's insides, and Dodger's skin flashes with a dangerous amount of heat. As soon as it passes he pulls his hands back, careful not to leave them inside of Chobe when those wounds close up since his powers don't really work directly afterward.]
How's that, rough enough for you?
[His tail is already wagging, anticipating praise.]
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His neck stitches itself back together, letting Chobe breathe in, get oxygen moving again, just in time to feel his insides boiling from Dodger's climax. Fuck. Didn't even get to enjoy his own, and now this. He lets out a scream, writhing under Dodger until his insides smooth over the burning with healed organs, vines trying to keep up and heal the surface level burns as well. Still, Chobe doesn't try to kick him off or move, half paralyzed from getting his throat back, half wanting this, someone who can keep up, dish out as much as he can take. How could anyone pass that up?
Once he's coherent enough to speak, he scowls up at Dodger, partially wanting to summon a vine to slap at his dumb, goofy face. He's panting lightly, catching his breath.]
. . .good enough. S'an experience, I'll give ya that.
cw: implication of necro //face in hands
Nice getting fucked by someone that doesn't hold back, right?
[Dodger pulls out, and presses a kiss to Chobe's cheek before rolling over beside him to properly give him space.]
I could get used to having someone around that can handle me... it's a pain in the ass cleaning up the people that can't.
[That really is the only thing stopping him from constantly committing sex crimes. Not his own experience being on the other end, just laziness around dealing with the consequences. And, well, much easier options available here.]
his new bestie smh
Yeah, yeah, don't look so cocky, mutt. Try lasting longer next time, see how hot you can really get. I barely got to feel it.
[On account from almost blacking out, but he's not gonna say that!! . . .but speaking of pain in the ass, he wants to ask what all that was about earlier. Dodger's cautious resignation is burned into his mind, and it's got him damn curious. But he relents, not wanting to spoil the high he's on right now. That's a conversation for later.
Instead, he just brings a hand to his neck, rubbing at it.]
Too bad yer chompers ain't always that sharp. You ain't got the balls to take a bite with yer blunts, do ya?
[Unfortunately, he genuinely loves the flesh ripping. Horrible.]
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