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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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▶ 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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Basic questions he doesn't understand.It's nice, if a little distracting, because he is kind of thinking of having some fun in the woods now...But he should probably focus a little, so he turns them down one of the branching paths that heads more towards the lake. )
Well, I wouldn't mind if you did that again, either. ♪
( Flirting more, of course, though really at this point everything he says is such. He walks along, eyes trailing the trees like he's scanning each of them for something, or remembering— he's still on the trail for herbs. )
I just thought, you know, maybe you'd like someone to appreciate those muscles of yours. ( Or maybe that's just what he'd like. ) Hehe, but really, I could even use magic to make my hands nice and warm~. ( He just assumes that would make it more desirable than leaving his hands as they are... )
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Hmph. I'll keep that in mind. [Tone suggesting he's gonna do more than mind it tonight. Bakugo slips his hands into his pockets-- default position --and scans the area, still wary about what Esikko said regarding cave monsters. Just because they lurked in depths doesn't mean they won't come out into the light for close-ranging prey.]
Go for it. You're still gonna fail and I'm gonna rail you into the bed. [He sounds so smug about it despite his body posture radiating a warning delinquent sort to ward any prying eyes off, man or beast. Massages are rare. He usually does them himself after workouts and training sessions. Having someone else do one sounds amazing.] How's your magic stores?
[Since he salvaged a lot of Esikko's plants, all his notebooks and tomes, as much as he could of the prince's magical "warehouse", Esikko didn't have to start from scratch. After what they talked about in his room, improving the prince's magical spells and stockpiling them, there's a lot the guy could work on.]
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Not bad, thanks to you. Most of what I have is in your suite, though I do have some more blood and rabbit fur at Dabi's. The rooftop gardens... I had some things growing that managed fine, and others that I had to restart after my absence.
But for the most part, I have supplies.
( In the resort proper, anyway. Here, where the trees of the forest space out a bit more to allow more sunlight in, he points out a patch of herbs— rosemary, from the looks of it? An odd place for it, but the Vale here has a lot of barely-sensible environment shifts, and it's enough that Esikko was able to locate it. )
My health isn't bad, either, despite my sleep issues. I haven't forgotten our plans, you know? So I'm working on it, of course, and my stamina is holding up well.
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Che, "rooftop" bullshit. [As if this place has a roof; it's only a ceiling. Good to know Esikko has things in the Vale and other garden areas. He wasn't dumb enough to put all his stores in one area alone. Without having to restart from the very beginning, at least there was salvageable material.]
What was your timeline when they brought you back? A few months before your usual reset or closer to it? [He doesn't recall if Esikko said he ever reached old age in any of his lives, or if he always ended up dying young. But he mentioned a few times his body was ready to give out soon despite the House wanting most of its victims healthy.]
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I'm already past the age I normally manage to live to.
( A little quiet, but there's an energy behind it like he's trying to sound lighter about it than he actually feels. He's been nervous, of course, that his health could dip at any moment, and winter is always worse. He's preparing a lot of his plants with the idea of winter in mind... )
The oldest I've ever been is 24, and I only managed it once. I'm 21 now. My body seems to get worse each reset, but at the same time...
Well, I've been managing better than usual here, overall.
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Aa. This place isn't gonna let you start over as a baby and grow up. [And apparently it has enough logical sense not to make Esikkos kick the fucking bucket every other month cause of his curse. Many illnesses and wounds are healed when people arrive, some scars handled, chronic issues taken care of in exchange for a new freedom to fuck. Sick.]
No shit. It wants you fuckable, not drooping every eight weeks. [He would've died more than six times by now in one year alone. Bakugo turns to the path again, toeing a small stone from the leaves with his boot and kicking it to the side.] Piece of crap.
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( Esikko's own hand traces over the pink-purple blooms of the rosemary, watching as the flowers seem to almost lean into his touch. Probably a trick of the eye, as he's moving on just as quickly, following along Bakugo, watching the rocks he kicks. )
That resetting spell. I don't know how that would look yet, but...
( Something pauses the words in his throat, his lips press together for a moment, and his eyes trail to the back of Bakugo's head. It's only for a short few seconds, and then he's back to the trees, to the shrubs, between it all, looking. His words are difficult to get out, like he's thinking carefully about how to say each one, extra aware, a little afraid of rejection of his ideas. )
I meant what I said, when I woke up. I like what I've found, here. Even if I manage to unlock a way home fully, and you all wander off without me, I thought I'd just follow along and make my own space.
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He drops over a chunked section of the path, braces easily, and shoves a stone behind him with his foot so Esikko has a step down instead of having to drop two feet. Yeah, he didn't forget what the man said when he woke up. A life he wanted to live fully.] So what happens if you break it? Am I still gonna be scooping roots and leaves out of your ribs ever two months? Do you keep your magic?
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( He steps carefully down onto the provided stone, then back onto the lower path proper, a quiet bow of his head acting as thanks as he moves. The trees are getting a little thicker, providing more shade, and so even if Esikko hasn't shown Bakugo all of the spots of the herbs he's located, he's shifting to look for valerian now. The closer they get to water, the more he expects to find it, along their pathway, in easy reach. )
So, I don't know for certain how I'd do it, or what might happen. But it's certainly possible, I have no doubt I could figure it out. ( He fidgets with his hands a little, adjusting the sleeves of his hoodie, gripping at his own wrists like they're sore or tense. )
I can't undo what I've done, or remove that debt. So what I assume is that it won't change a thing. It's... possible, even, I suppose, that by removing the amount of energy I have spent on such a powerful spell, I may even lessen the impact of the curse on me.
Magic won't be an issue. I'll have access to it, as always, and I may even have more stamina for it.
( So... it sounds better overall, huh? That's how he's thinking of it, anyway. )
As for what risks I have, I've been considering it, and I think it's possible I may deal with a temporary sort of pain, or intensity, or memory flooding. But I can't imagine anything lasting.
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[But all those lifetimes were lived in the same world, same planet, same circumstances. As much as Esikko wanted to find the best life for himself, he fucked it up from the start by locking himself in a world which wouldn't change. Was he born on the same day each time? The same year? The same era? Living the same life over and over again sounds like a foolish endeavor.
Bakugo tilts his head to the side, avoiding a leaf fluttering into his face. He keeps their path clear of stray rocks, sticks, or branches, though makes not of anything he sees which he might want to return to later.]
I guess most magic spell books don't provide the counter spell for their contents.
[He'll encourage Esikko, but reality doesn't seem supportive. Esikko's lived many lives and still hasn't come up with a way to break the curse. Now he's banking finding a way on his "last" life, set in a world which isn't his own. The peacock won't let the curse claim his life either.]
So you don't think there's a way to break the curse?
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( There, up ahead, he spots something that catches his interest. He doesn't increase his pace, waiting naturally until Bakugo leads them along the path enough to be there, and then he gestures to dip off of it ever so slightly, where patches of valerian seem to be growing in the bits of shade and moist soil. Esikko is already kneeling to inspect it. )
Back in Berceuse, I would have said "no." It's karmic retribution, after all, and I can't undo what I've done. The gods are hardly merciful, where I'm from, either.
I suppose there's a chance that someone here may be able to try something, but until or unless I find something like that, I'm out of luck.
( Story of his life, though. His fingers brush over some of the leaves of the plant patch, checking health, age, seeming to see more than just anyone can. )
But even if it can't be removed, I've made improvements, right? As long as I don't end up entirely alone, it should be manageable.
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He stops nearby as Esikko peers at the plants, arms folded across his chest and red eyes lidded over a scowl.]
Those "gods" don't exist here. This place'll continue to bring you back even if the curse takes you out.
[Why it decided to bring (and keep) Esikko in this state rather than at a prime of his life period, Bakugo has no idea. It doesn't make everyone perfect when it brings them; he's living proof of that, with his injuries and scars.]
Hmph. You've gotten stronger, faster, and have more stamina than when I met you. You're not as dour about yourself either. [Even if that aspect comes and goes in waves.] The only way you'd end up entirely alone in this fucking place is if you were the only one here.
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But he plans on trying his best, and that's all he can do right now. His long fingers dig into the dirt once he's found a plant worth harvesting, not seeming to mind a little dirt beneath his fingernails if it means getting deep enough to get the whole of the roots. )
I don't want to rely on this place bringing me back. There may be a limit, or the punishments may get worse, or I may never wake up. You never know.
( Because it's inconsistent, right? Because even if it's been consistent until now, there's always the odd chance that something might break, might stop working, and he doesn't want to push it. He shakes off soil he can and sets a few of the valerian plants aside, roots and all, as he refills spots and checks others, hands covered in muddy earth. )
But I want to try doing this, reversing my own magic from lifetimes ago. Would you support me, if I did?
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Bakugo crouches beside another bush, careful not to touch its irritating leaves. For as picture perfect as the Vale wants to appear, shit like thistles and poison ivy exist. He pushes up and begins wandering the area, exploring trees and bushes amongst falling autumn foliage. Esikko's pretty damn thorough in his extraction.]
Someone in this fucking place has probably tested it. [Straight up killed themselves over and over to find the resort's limits. Out of boredom, defiance, or spite. Who knows what state they're in now...
If there was a chance of this shithole breaking, Bakugo intends to gamble it all on their attempt to break free of it. He won't push his personal luck until that time. All in. Nothing held back.]
How many times do you have to ask me the same question?
[He glares down at the man's crouched figure, un-pocketed hand curling and igniting an irritated explosion. Will you stay with me. Will you help me? Will you support me? Would you like me? He's asked and asked and asked, with variations of each one all the fucking time! Even now, when he asked to stay in the tent and sleep over! He's stuck with him up until now. Why the hell does he keep doubting his willingness to stay? Does all preceding times vanish from his brain?]
If you don't trust me, then stop asking, because apparently my answers means shit.
[Esikko knows his limitations. Bakugo's not going to murder innocent people or torture them for their blood or any other wretched activities for his sake. If he intends to blanket cover such actions under "support" then he'll find out what happens when someone tries duping the hero with vague wording!]
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I do trust you. Is it so wrong to think that this is a little more involved than the usual? How should I know what might be too much?
( He shakes off a little dirt from the roots, though he's going to want to rinse them in the lake either way. )
...Besides, it was more that I was asking "do you think it's a good idea."
( Without it sounding so stupid, he thought. )
Even if I weren't, there are times when I just like to hear it, your agreement.
( He knows it's annoying, at least. )
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He begins searching through the surrounding plant life, looking for potential root vegetables. They can't survive on pure meat for long. Not gonna be digging out potatoes and carrots from a pretty ass field nearby either. Berries and the like will also be useful.
Does he think it's a good idea? A scoff puffs between his lips.] Unless the curse is keeping your ass alive and existing, break the fucking thing.
[Esikko knows more than him about what might happen if he breaks it.]
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( So. He wasn't sure. But now, he can at least refer back to this in moments of uncertainty, he thinks. At least, it feels better in the moment, especially when Bakugo continues on to say that he should try, as he was thinking. He gathers a few more of the valerian plants, covering up where he'd dug them out and gathering up his pile as he stands. )
I need to rinse these, so the lake should work well enough for that. We can dry them outside your tent. ( The smell gets to be a bit much, so outdoors seems easier, though they might have to make sure they're covered with how the weather seems to be turning. )
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[He'll decide for himself what his limits and tolerances are. And if a limit gets in the way, he'll break through it if he thinks it's helpful for himself. Bakugo's been through plenty in his own life and his existence in this shitty place. He isn't going to break over something like Esikko sprouting flowers or turning into a damn monster. Just beat him back into his normal self and continue going forward. Breaking his curse should be a goal Esikko was always striving for the moment he decided to do so.
He heads back to the path leading out of the clearing, direction aimed for the lake glittering off in the distance between backlit tree trunks.] Lake's this way. I've got a firepit we can dry them by or you can hang them on the tent's frame. [Bakugo kept an eye on the weather and atmosphere all this time; nothing seems aiming towards bad weather...]
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( For their separate uses, and then dry them accordingly. He follows along, eyes drifting up to the false sun that's been mimicking daylight hours all this time, and then back down to Bakugo, watching the focused way he moves forward. Esikko can't help but be concerned the more he watches him tread on on quiet, the more he recognizes the small shifts in his behavior, in his mood, in his words. He knows he's dealing with a lot, and he recognizes how much he's keeping it all in.
But he also knows that getting that out feels nearly impossible. )
Despite everything else... ( He speaks up after a moment regardless, shaking some of the dirt from the valerian as he walks. ) It is a nice view, isn't it? The lake, and this forest. I suppose I just appreciate not having to constantly fight the snow.
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It'd be easier to slam an explosion and clear the fucking gouge to the lake. The resort would heal its damages soon enough. He shouldn't give a shit. And yet, he walks without explosions, occasionally pressing his foot to a stone and shoving it aside for a mix of safety and wanting to do something active. No cans around to kick...]
How many months was it winter weather your world?
[His Japan was an easy average of three's through the year. Likely not so in Esikko's.]
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( Esikko follows in Bakugo's footsteps, using his stomped out sections to make his steps easier. His hands work to more properly align the valerian as he goes, muddied fingers fussing over alignment of leaves and roots just to have something to busy himself with as they move. )
There are a couple of months of summer where it gets quite hot, as well... around how hot it was here, when they had us out on the boat? ( A disgusting sort of whiplash, if you ask him. Extreme temperatures in either direction are annoying, but the winters are especially harsh, with how low they can get. He moves to rest a hand on a tree as he steps around the roots like Bakugo has. )
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Bakugo skids down an embankment and bounces off the small gully carving its bottom. A fallen trunk flies to the side after he swats it with an explosion. More and more steps, closer and closer the glittering waters under a setting sun. They aren't too far away from his campsite either.]
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( Though it's true Esikko's not from anything quite like Earth, the closest comparison would probably be somewhere like Siberia... Not that he knows that, of course. He just knows his kingdom is terrible and no one lives there because they want to. Only because there's some resources in high demand that everyone is politically gunning for. One of those situations. )
Maybe you'll be able to visit it, in one of those dreams of mine. Would you believe me then? ( He's only a tiny bit huffy over Bakugo's skepticism, as he follows carefully along after him. It's become something of a game to follow in his literal footsteps whenever he takes a more normal path, stepping pointedly in any tracks or remnants of squished grass. )
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Yeah he knows you can't uproot a kingdom and truck it down to the equator. But the idea of being forced to live somewhere you don't want to is alien for someone growing up in modern worlds.]
I never said you lied. [All he asked was "how the fuck" questions. Then realized Esikko can't tell him. Besides, it's another world, from another universe, in another dimension. Nothing says it has to obey Earth rules of physics and reality. He passes between two trees and shoves aside another rock down a flanking embankment. The trees are quickly clearing as the lake approaches.]
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( He doesn't clarify what he means by that, though, instead preparing the valerian in his hands for his approach to the lake. By the time the trees give way completely, he can see there are a number of people on the opposite side of the lake getting up to...
All sorts of things.
But he doesn't spare them more than a quick glance, puffing out a breath as he steps into the shallow water at the lake's edge, and crouches to begin rinsing the dirt from the roots. )
I wonder what sort of plants might be living beneath the water, too...
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