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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 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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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.]