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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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"Is that really so bad?" he asks, brushing the tip of his nose against his temple. He could take him apart right here, could rip his arm free of the vines and cradle Baizhu against him, but it's not really what he wants that matters the most in almost every circumstance.
"You want it to last," Phainon guesses, dragging his fist away from Baizhu's cock, managing to bring his hand to his mouth, if only long enough to lick the pre from his thumb, his eyes on the delicate contours of the man's face. "Alright, I'll behave. - Careful," he adds, as the renewed efforts of the vines jerk his shoulder down, one knee bending. "Hold onto the tree."
Because he's going to relent, albeit on his own terms, and he doesn't want Baizhu depending on his height to keep him upright when he's going to be sinking to his knees, arms down at his sides, vines curling over his body like a harness of green.
"You're going to tell me how this is supposed to work," he wets his lips with his tongue, the interested look in his eyes pitching towards playfulness, "Since I can't exactly put my hands on you like this."
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“Hah…” If Phainon hadn’t relented, Baizhu would have let him have his way, easily. Between those bright and earnest eyes and the fact that he’s ready to fall apart of his own accord at the mere proximity of this seemingly unflappable man…
Aggravating. Truly aggravating.
It’s not even the fact that he’d object to coming apart again and again in this man’s hands. It’s just…when did he get so easy?
His wry smile at Phainon’s assent shakes apart the moment the man licks at his hand, savoring Baizhu’s pleasure—a knowing tease that does little for Baizhu’s slippery grip on his own composure. Even the way he sinks to his knees has to be some sort of performance, the vines seeming to lash themselves over those muscled shoulders and lacing across those powerful arms seemingly of their own accord now, Baizhu having long since relinquished his control over the forest, allowing only his desires to cling to Phainon’s excellent body in fresh sprigs of green, crisscrossing over elbows and ribcage and neck to better emphasize the flows of muscle here, the enviable swell of breasts there…
He realizes he’d been staring a little too long without responding.
Clearing his throat—“I—I don’t know where to start.”
Not the most promising thing to say in the heat of the moment, but he tries to laugh it off as he reaches for Phainon’s chin, cradling it in his hand as his thumb brushes across his lower lip.
“Though I did like the way you played with your mouth earlier, so…”
He can certainly start by using said mouth on him.
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Phainon brims with a different kind of restless energy, not consumed by an adrenaline-fueled bloodlust, a desire to see a dangerous thing annihilated before it can do harm to anyone else. He flashes a smile when Baizhu confesses he isn’t sure where to begin, and smooths his expression moments later; it’s too obvious a transition to be anything less than a performance. See? He can be good!
There’s still a touch of defiance, just a little, as he pushes his chin up into the doctor’s hand, though he relents. His lip is pliant under the drag of Baizhu’s thumb, blue eyes fixed on his face, curious.
A little pleased with himself the second that the words I did like the way you leave Baizhu’s lips. A little more avid, when he lips at the edge of Baizhu’s thumb, flirting with the threat to nip or bite.
“You can use my mouth,” he answers readily, “Just warn me before it gets too good. Unless that’s what you want,” he appends.
“Is that what you want? To spill in my mouth?”
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This is all becoming a little too real a little too quickly and it’s left him breathless, as though he’d been the one to fight their way out of those caves instead of Phainon himself. And perhaps some part of him is still trapped down there, reaching desperately out of the icy grasp of eternity, seeking warmth, even if it might very well burn him alive—
Is that what you want?
Baizhu chuckles, running his hand over the slope of Phainon’s cheek, thumb tracing its contours, fingers brushing at careless falls of silver hair. What a pretty little picture this man makes, pretending to be in Baizhu’s thrall, as though he could not simply shake off his bonds with a sneeze. And there’s a thrill in that, too, he realizes. The illusion of control. The maddening way his many, exceedingly well-built lovers can still surprise him.
“I think I’d like that,” he replies with a wry smile, knowing that the ensuing mess will indeed leave Phainon looking debauched but no less in control.
“Though I do look forward to having you spill elsewhere…”