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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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▶ 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 time, the thought - that he missed this - doesn’t skewer the warmth with the cold arrow of guilt. It might not miss next time, but for now, he can have this laughter bubbling up from the kind warmth in the cindered hollow of his breast. ]
Leaving already? [ he teases, though he’s already slipping the protective cloth over his body once he’s set down the spoon. Mydeimos is planning on busying himself with something else, he predicts, so he needlessly shooes him from the vicinity of the bubbling soup and fresh fish.
The fish aren’t large, but they’re plump and the fat on them will make a tasty addition with a bit of salt.
But after rubbing an herb left behind with his fingers and inhaling its savory scent, he decides to stuff the cavity of each fish with them before placing the skewered fish by the shimmering coals.
Whenever Mydei finishes with whatever he’s set off to do, he’ll find Phainon squatting by the fire, waving at the coals with a broad leaf. The skewered fish are browned and crispy on one side, the other roasting in the heat that has his pale hair sticking to his face on beads of sweat.
The aroma of roasted fish is both buttery and smoky, with a touch of green fragrance from the herbs. Together with the earthy aroma of the mushroom soup, it’s little wonder that Phainon’s stomach is rumbling. ]
You know, if only Oronyx’s Miracle could speed up things like this, I might consider joining the priesthood.
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Mydei waves the white-haired man off, more as a farewell than dismissal, and makes his way into his tent. The same assortment of fabric rolls, hemp, thread, and other materials he'd used to fashion his skirt remain exactly where he'd left them, neatly stored and barely touched. He went for something simple for himself. A length of wine red fabric cut and wrapped around his waist, fitted with a few buttons to keep it fastened. However, with the way Phainon's always running around? He might require something a little more complicated.
Pants would be best, but without measuring (and he doesn't mean to measure anything), it would be too troublesome. So he'll make do with something else. A skirt with a few buttons attached, then a cloth to throw over his shoulder, attached by—yes, more buttons. He spends several minutes fussing with it, sticking on maybe a few too many buttons as he tries to guess Phainon's general size (and maybe a few out of frustration), and the end result is...
...It's wearable.
Grunting, Mydei folds the whole thing up and storms out of his tent. The first thing that assails him is the earthy aroma of his soup, but the second? The smoky fragrance of fish, perfectly mixed with spices and herbs.
Herbs.
Phainon didn't use his glaze. That was supposed to be a treat—
...Nevermind. Clearing his throat to sweep away his disappointment, he pads over, holding up the blue thing he crafted for Phainon to take and figure out on his own. ]
Oh? You may have the generosity of a priest, but you lack their commitment. I've heard some of them are so devoted, they even starve themselves in Oronyx's honor. [ And after a, perhaps somewhat sulky glance at the fish, he adds: ] Besides, since when did you have a talent for Oronyx's blessing?
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Oh, that's a more thorough answer than he was expecting. Is Mydeimos-?
Besides, since when did you have a talent for Oronyx's blessing?
Phainon's otherwise steady fanning skips a beat. Anyone who underestimates the last King of Kremnos does so at their own peril. The stakes of this revelation are not so high, and it's one that he has encountered before. That knowledge does not relieve Phainon of this cold, creeping dread, that he's starting to see the end of this warm and solitary light, struggling like a candle flame in a dark and drafty room.
What does it matter, if he grasps it tighter? ]
It's been a long journey, [ he explains brightly, lifting his head, ] I managed to pick up a few tricks along the way.
Where did you go- hm? [ His eyes snag on the bundle. ] What's this?
[ The heat should sting, as Phainon plucks the stems of the skewers from the ashes and brings two roasted fish out from under the soup pot, a smudge of soot on one cheek from when he'd pushed at the sweat the fire's heat had beaded on his skin. He scarcely registers it, instead sparing the next task a glance when the majority of his attention has strayed to the bundle Mydei has brought with him.
He drags each skewer through the sweet glaze, turns each over, and rests them across what remains, then takes the cloth from the Kremnoan. As he does, the bundle unravels, and surprise overtakes his expression at once. ]
I'm speechless. [ And, true to form, manages to prattle on anyway. ] Did you... Did you make this? And put it together in the time it took to roast two fish?
[ Wait, no, he can't be too openly impressed. Even if his body language is telling an entirely different story, by pawing loose the apron in one hand and doffing it so he can relinquish the apron to the
bettercook with the ultimate intent to put it on. ] Are Kremnoans really so industrious outside of combat, or is this a secret hobby of yours?[ It feels a shame to put it on without at least cleaning himself off in a bath, but... he went past that earlier and there was some activity involved that had discouraged him from the idea immediately. ]
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Considering how long it's been since they met one another, he'll leave it be. It isn't as if there's no explanation, anyway. For all he knows, Phainon's been hiding this talent all along. Why, he can't fathom, but it's as likely as anything. For now, Mydei strolls closer to Phainon, nodding slowly in approval once he sees the other man using his glaze.
Good. He—well, he didn't need it. These herbs, spices, and seasonings are all luxuries, in the end. Things they don't need, but will warm their hearts rather than simply filling their bellies. But he can't say he's unhappy with the development, particularly given his disappointment a second ago. Whatever signs remained of it have already vanished, replaced by the tantalizing promise of something sweet on his tongue. ]
I only sewed on a few buttons. [ And vaguely wore it to figure out where to place them, but that isn't important. ]
I'd call it more a necessity than hobby. When fabric tears and cuts, it must be mended. Going into battle with holes in your clothing risks it tearing further, which could become a liability on the battlefield.
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It fits better than he'd expected.
Phainon might not have the fashion sense of his peers, and this doesn't hold a candle to Lady Goldweaver's fine needlework, but he knows it to be sturdy and reliable now that it's on. His hands push down over the fabric, his fingers rubbing over one of the buttons, while he thoughtfully gazes at Mydei's profile.
How long has it been since he was given a gift from a friend? Worn something new? On the one hand, he knows it hasn't been long. On the other, the merciless march of time has carved a bloody chasm between now and a long-lost, but infinitely kinder past.
Well... that won't do, he has to swallow the lump in his throat if he wants to fill that silence. ]
That's pragmatic, [ Phainon huffs mirthlessly, and steps further from the heat of the fire, ] Hold on. Don't start without me!
[ Under the guise of shucking off the wet robe and finding somewhere to let that pathetically abused bit of flannel dry off, he wrestles with sentimentality until he's sure his voice won't tell on him, and returns with a pair of bowls hanging from the fingers of one hand, still admiring what is undoubtedly both more comfortable and modest (which is not saying much). ]
Mydei - I found a few bowls back there. Were you saving these?
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Dutifully, he waits for Phainon by the pot, his ear perked as he listens to the rustle of fabric from somewhere behind him. He only turns when he hears Phainon's voice, suddenly much closer than he expected it to be. Louder, too.
Who said he was planning on eating anything? He only came closer to — you know, take in the aroma. ]
Just who are you accusing of starting first? [ He asks, voice completely dry. Seriously, he wasn't the one who stole a spoon the second it was set down, or the one who came stumbling in like a hungry bear. ]
In any case, no. [ He assumes Phainon's asking if he was saving them for something special. Which, well, no. They're bowls. ] We could eat straight from the pot, but using bowls is a more dignified solution.
This way I won't have to fend off your spoon every time I take a bite. Knowing you, you'd make a competition out of how many times you manage to slap my spoon out of my hands.
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If you insist, I still could.
[ A toothless threat; Phainon is much too hungry to let even a pointless competition over eating utensils get in the way. He hands off one bowl (without the fake-out), and takes up the spoon in his free hand to begin filling them. He starts with Mydei's, stirring up whatever has settled to the bottom of the pot.
The splendid sunset colors splashed across the artificial sky are starting to cool to purples and blues, and with it, the temperature begins to drop. Sparing the horizon a glance, Phainon's gaze lingers there at that false miracle, before he resumes doling out the soup. ]
It's cooling down. [ Genius. Did he just figure that out?
Now working on his own bowl, Phainon continues his train of thought. ] I'll bring over a few chairs. The fire's right here, might as well enjoy it.
[ Sure, they could take their bowls and fish-on-a-stick and retreat to their tents, but Phainon isn't quite ready to go his own way yet, and as the night gathers its dark train around itself, so returns the illogical idea that he might disappear if he doesn't keep an eye on him. Nonsense.
Leaving his own bowl by the pot, there are a few camp chairs within eyeshot that he intends to drag over to the campfire. Unfolding it, he plants it behind Mydei, ] Try to keep this one intact, this time.