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【 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!

NOT ALL TENTS ARE EQUAL

► High-rank guests are allocated spacious and luxurious tents. These elaborate mini-homes come with TVs, beds, heaters, and plenty of supplies. Provided camping gear is high quality, ranging from state of the art flashlights to designer backpacks. It can't quite be considered roughing it in these tents, but glamping is camping too!

► Mid-rank guests are allocated moderate tents that comfortably fit up to three guests. These tents come with cots or sleeping bags, as well as standard camping gear to make their time living off the land fairly comfortable. While these tents lack the bells and whistles of the high-rank accommodations, they are more than enough for a comfortable but realistic camping experience.

► Low-rank guests are allocated the shabbiest tents. These sagging accommodations can shield one guest comfortably, but that doesn't stop staff from pairing low-ranking guests together in order to save space. Their 'sleeping bags' are a single blanket and hay bale pillow. There are no other included amenities aside from sex toys and a single lantern.

► Last but certainly not least: our Wildcards! All Wildcards have been randomly assigned. Whether they end up in a glamping tent or sleeping beneath a propped up sheet is left to chance. Wildcards also may find themselves waking up beside a current guest or another new arrival.

► Guests that "go camping" will discover that the door connecting the Vale to the rest of the resort has mysteriously vanished. Uh oh! Looks like there's no going back to the comfortable life anytime soon. Don't worry, the door will return when it's time to pack up and head home.

LET'S GET CRAFTY

► New characters still wake up naked save for a robe, as is standard for the Golden Peacock. This round’s robes are flannel gingham to embrace camping and autumn aesthetic. Some of these robes are much shorter than others; watch out that the lake breeze doesn’t reveal more than you wanted.

► Unlike the standard, there are no racks of clothes waiting for new arrivals outside of their tents. You're roughing it out in the woods, remember? Instead of clothing, Wildcards will find an assortment of raw materials to make clothes.

Fabric rolls, hemp, buckets of leaves, leather, and other assorted goods are waiting to be cobbled into something new. The staff have been kind enough to leave some small hunting knives and wooden needles to make crafting a bit easier. Of course, they won't stop anyone that wants to embrace the wild side and strut around naked.

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!

DOES ANYONE KNOW HOW TO COOK?

► On the first camp morning, guests will find barrels of ingredients and cooking utensils left beside the central fire pit. These barrels are stocked with fruits and vegetables that won't spoil quickly, many of which are seasonal to autumn. They have also been left a few protein options like eggs, jerky, and canned ham. These ingredients are communal and limited. Once they run out, guests will have to hunt and gather in the Vale to collect more.

► Guests must prepare their own meals while camping. Not even the high-ranks are given any special treatment on this! While oil and firestarter are included in the initial supply, these too are limited and won't be replenished after use.

► Staff would never let their precious guests go without a sweet treat. A generous supply of hot cocoa and all the fixings for s'mores has been left behind as well. While none of the other food will be replenished, the hot cocoa and s'mores goodies seemingly never run out. A night around a campfire without roasting marshmallows or sipping cocoa would be too cruel to subject guests to.

SUPPLIES RUNNING LOW

► Guests will have to hunt and gather once ingredients dwindle if they want to eat. The wooden shed is home to a selection of tools that can be used to hunt: bows and arrows, hatchets, axes, fishing poles and line, etc. All tools are rudimentary and can break if not taken care of.

► The Vale is lush with wild fruits and vegetables. However, much like in reality, not all vegetation in the Vale is safe to eat. While some berries and mushrooms are consumable, others are toxic or psychedelics. One must also not forget that they're in the Golden Peacock: some unusual plants that grow in the vale may trigger arousal. Watch out that you don't eat something funky by accident!

► Before 'leaving', staff will explain that guests can fish or hunt small game running throughout the Vale. One particularly enthusiastic staff member will suggest guests track down the snoggleboffs, as they're extremely delicious after roasting on an open fire.

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.

IN CAMP

► Guests that don't want a cold shower should make their way over to the shower stalls quickly. These outdoor showers hold very little hot water and run cold after about five minutes. First-come first-serve!

► A wood-chopping competition begins around lunchtime. There are two goals: to split as much wood as possible and looking sexy while doing it. Guests that chop wood unsexily immediately fail! Alternatively, sexiness with a pathetic number of chunks is more acceptable, but still a loss. Those that achieve both goals will instantly win a large payout. Failing to sexily cut wood won’t have any penalties associated with it, and you can always try again tomorrow!

► Bear hunting is a popular activity that even the spoiled long-standing guests are getting in on! No, not hunting real bears. That would be insane. Peacock's version of bear hunting involves hunting down bear-like guests and capturing them! Any guest that fits the criteria of big, thick, and strong may potentially be assigned the role of bear. Hunters who manage to tie up, handcuff, net, or otherwise 'capture' a 'bear' will instantly receive a large payout.

THE LAKE

► This sparkling lake is rich with fish. Enjoy sitting back on the long pier with a fishing rod or take one of the wooden boats out for a row around the lake. It's also safe to swim in, for guests that would like to take a dip and rinse off the sweat of camp living! Don't mind the random swim trunks or drink umbrellas that pop up now and then. This water is definitely fresh and not recycled from the summer beach extravaganza.

► Guests that do decide to take a dip may encounter a familiar friend. Fernando the tentacle monster is camping too! This randy tentacle monster is as horny as ever, eager to embrace guests and stick slippery tentacles into any reachable orifice.

► Once the sun goes down, many of the long-standing guests strip off their shoddily crafted clothes and sprint into the water for skinny dipping by moonlight! What's a camping excursion without a lake-side orgy? The best way to drown out those erotic moans from the lake is to head to the central fire pit and join in on some campfire songs.

OUTSIDE CAMP

► Those that head out of camp for a hike or hunt can enjoy any of the Vale's usual wonders. With autumn, shiny apples dangle from the trees and pumpkins pepper beneath their protruding roots. Along with autumnal fruits and vegetables, canned beef and ham have been mysteriously left in pockets close to the campgrounds. A little act of kindness from the staff; not everyone is cut out to hunt their own game!

► For those interested in hunting down some fresh game, walking around the forest in the morning may come with a stroke of luck. Strange little creatures the size of an adult's fist are active during this time. These hairy beasts come in brown and white, and screech, "Scrun scrun screeee!" when agitated.

Yes, these are the alleged snoggleboffs! Don't feel bad about hunting them, they're an invasive species that are unfriendly and eager to steal from unsuspecting guests. Their main strength is their speed, but once caught, they don't put up much of a fight.

► Guests that explore deep into the Vale may find a dark cave mouth that leads downward into a damp chamber. The ceiling glitters with stalactites and, along the wall, they'll find a horizontal crease with what seems to be... hair? If touched, this crease will creak open, revealing a large eye that darts back and forth before focusing on whoever woke it. Black pupils and iris bleed into one endless abyss.

Those that gaze directly into the eye will freeze. Their mind will remain active while their body locks in place, not unlike sleep paralysis. This trance will break once the eye blinks, which it will do after some time... but it can also be forced into blinking by force if there's someone who hasn't made eye-contact around to help. Frozen guests will be overwhelmed with the fear of abandonment for the duration of their paralysis. This fear will fade after the connection is broken, as if it wasn't their fear at all.

Like a regular eye, dirt or debris can force a blink. If this route is taken, the eye will go bloodshot and shut, refusing to open again. Any guest that inflicts damage to the eye may find that their suite, upon return, has been trashed. As if someone or something threw a big tantrum in there while they were gone. Wonder why that happened...?

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 WEATHER TURNS

► Along with chilly nights, the last few days of camping feature inclement weather conditions. Clouds overtake the sun and rain falls, alternating between light mist and heavy downpour.

► Winds pick up, with speeds threatening to whip away the less stable tents. Guests that don't hunker down and add additional support to their tents may end up chasing them into the storm. Other loose items around the campgrounds may end up blown away as well.

BLOOD MOON

► Wild instinct rises with the blood moon. As crimson moonlight beckons, some guests may begin to feel ... strange. As if they need to claw their true selves free. Those that answer the call to bathe in the light of the blood moon will undergo a transformation.

► Basking in the light of the blood moon triggers a were-transformation. While the standard were that the blood moon inspires is the classic werewolf, guests may transform into any kind of were. Along with hybrid transformation, the blood moon stirs mating and sex impulses in these new weres. Remaining humans are at risk of being eaten... in the sexy way.

► Transformation into a were is not mandatory. Other guests may step into the blood moon's light and not experience any kind of transformation or impulse. These guests are now actors in a sexy horror scene, given the task of surviving the night surrounded by monsters! At least they're sexy monsters? Giving in and fucking on the wild side may be more fun.

PACKING UP

► After the crazy weather and horny werewolves, the staff judge that it's high time to wrap this excursion up. Guests will once again openly see these diligent workers the morning after the blood moon. They come flooding into the site with clothing, snacks, and other comforts while praising everyone for surviving for so long without the resort's usual luxuries.

► A first aid tent and cleaning station are swiftly erected. All guests that volunteer to treat injuries sustained over the course of the camping experience or help clean up the site will be compensated with a large payout.

► Every guest that participated in the camping event, regardless of whether they help wrap things up, will be issued a spa voucher. Go relax, you've earned some pampering after all of that hard living!

OOC NOTES

INVITES | RESERVES | APPLICATIONS

▶ 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.

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Comments

[shanksyourfeels]

And Shanks is...oddly similar to that. There is plenty he doesn't discuss, despite being open, and saying things without always thinking his words out carefully. He can lie if need be, but fabrications and acting are really not some of his strengths.

Shanks listens, still confused, and curious about the fire and how the cracks work.

"It sounds like you have some control over yourself, if not the fire directly?" he ventures.

Then chuckles at the dream comment.

"That is what dreams and sleep help us do. In a way. Maybe not for everyone," but Shanks can't deny his dreams are usually trying to warn him he's doing something stupid.

[entirelymyown]

"I... usually do," he admits with a slight tilt of his head. "But I've been put into a few situations where that control was... lost."

He glances over at Shanks, curious.

"You can touch with more than a finger. If you'd like to."

[shanksyourfeels]

"Happens to the best of us." Or, at least it's happened to anyone Shanks knows, at some point, especially if they have to hold back all the time.

"Oh," Shanks grins to the permission as he slays his hand out over John's skin.

[entirelymyown]

And John looks blissful at the contact; touch, especially now, especially in this conversation, is one of his favorite things, and definitely his favorite part of being here. Having a body and being able to be touched is wonderful.

He almost comments, almost asks 'what makes you so forgiving?' because he has a feeling the man can tell he's no innocent. That he has his own secrets. But he doesn't, because good things shouldn't be ruined for truths that won't change. Especially when they won't change anything between the two of them.

Right now they're here, and they don't have to do anything terrible. They can just enjoy touching and being touched.

"May I kiss you?"

He'd like to.

[shanksyourfeels]

If John asks, Shanks would just say he's not there to judge, and has many of his own secrets and shame. Also, he's a pirate. His idea of wrong and evil have a fairly high bar. There's also a difference in lacking in innocence versus evil and immoral. And it's true - knowing won't change right now, won't change anything between them, as far as Shanks is concerned.

"I would enjoy if you did," Shanks answers, but he doesn't wait for John. Shanks leans in to close any distance between them and meet John's lips, in response.

[entirelymyown]

John won't ask. It's so much more important to focus on now and what's going on here.

Instead, he's going to lean forward and try to draw Shanks closer to kiss him on the lips, lean in to press his body against the other man, shift to hopefully encourage his hand to keep exploring elsewhere while he does.

[shanksyourfeels]

Shanks would think that's a much more worthwhile use of their time, yes. Sure, he likes to get to know people, but they can always do that, later. After.

John doesn't need to do much for Shanks to move in closer, and press his lips to John's, with ease. His lips move, curiously, much like his hands in the beginning. His hand moves to John's back, low.

[entirelymyown]

Later.

And for every touch, including at the lips, he leans in for more. Contact. Touch. More more more. He always wants touch. Physicality is such an exotic and wonderful luxury, and to have touch so dedicated to feeling good, full of warmth and want-

His own hands settle on Shanks's shoulder and hip. More, please. Take, please.

[shanksyourfeels]

Shanks takes pleasure in touch, himself, his fingers splayed out to cover as much skin as possible. He pushes his body entirely up against John's, like he's wanted to do since the first moment they met, drawn to him with pure curiosity and attraction.

While he wants to do more, for now, he settles for feeling their bodies flush, his tongue exploring John's mouth, and his hand pushing John's hips closer to his.

[entirelymyown]

And John goes where he's pulled, happy and pliant in Shanks's embrace; he's more than happy to let Shanks run this show, even if he's far from just 'along for the ride'. Now that they're flush, he leans into the kiss a little more, hungry to keep going and so very warm. This close, his interest for more is something that Shanks will no doubt feel rather than see but he doubts the other man will mind.

Shanks feels good, solid, beautiful, especially in the moonlight.

[shanksyourfeels]

Shanks is a captain, and used to running things in a bizarre way, considering his crew probably has as much say as he does in what they do, most of the time. He just enjoys everything they're doing, even with the water lapping around their thighs and torsos, that doesn't stop him from feeling John's body.

Far from minding, Shanks' lip curl into the kiss, obvious he's grinning and delighted to know John is just as into this as he is, and wouldn't mind going further.

He finally pulls back to ask, "Do beings such as yourself need lubrication? Or do you prefer taking?"

[entirelymyown]

His own answer is very wry:

"I have no particular preference other than what my partner might actually prefer. I'd rather someone not do anything with me that they aren't whole-heartedly interested in." He reaches over and runs his hand up and down Shanks in turn. "But either way, lubrication is something I can provide easily enough." He glances towards Shanks's eyes.

"Would you like to do the taking... or be taken?"

[shanksyourfeels]

Well, now Shanks needs to know how John is going to provide lubrication. He can't help the curiosity that perks up to hearing that.

"I would ask how, but no, show me, instead. How about this...I like to experience everything, as a greedy pirate, so you take me this time, then next time I take you." Which means, yes, Shanks is already hopeful for another encounter with John.

And now his hand starts to move to John's abdomen, low, driven by that curiosity.

[entirelymyown]

John, for his part, feels the same confidence that another encounter will happen; after all, he likes Shanks so far, and he's certainly game for more enjoyable diversions with anyone, but especially those who seem to make an effort to see him. It's something that hits particularly hard, given his life experience.

"We can do that," is his murmured response, which is when one of the inky tentacles on his shoulders is going to slip off of his skin and start moving towards Shanks. It seems to be coated in a shimmering golden substance, warm and slick, that it will gently run along Shanks's wrist to let him get a feel for it, leaving a glimmering sheen even in the moonlight.

"...that work for you?" A pause. "The water won't meddle with it. So we don't have to go anywhere." Though there's a question in his tone if Shanks does want to go somewhere. He has options if not.

[shanksyourfeels]

Then next time, Shanks wants to experience taking John. This way, both of them get to satiate the need for total exploration. And Shanks, definitely, wants to see John again. The man is beautiful, and fascinates him. He wants to know more about him as a being, too, but they can cover that later.

The water works for Shanks, in fact, he likes being near it as much as possible, so he grins.

"Staying here sounds good. And yes, that works." In fact, Shanks turns his hand to see if the tentacle will let him, gently, touch in return. It's being polite, as far as Shanks is concerned.

[entirelymyown]

The tentacle is a part of John, very clearly, but it also seems to react like a happy kitten, coiling and pressing in for contact and affection. Shanks is more than welcome to touch. And more of them will slip off of his skin to slide behind and around him, not to wrap around or entrap but to provide a steady surface of sorts for Shanks to lean against: a bed in the middle of the water, it seems.

And John will lean down and kiss him again as his hands move to touch Shanks now, his hand coated in the golden liquid as he wraps around the other man's length and starts to stroke. He only does it a couple of times before-

"Hmm."

And he'll draw back from the kiss, pecking his lips playfully as he gets down on his knees, under the water, and moves to take Shanks between his lips. Not that another tentacle isn't moving behind him, towards his ass.

John's voice is teasing even as he is, just as audible as if they were speaking like before.

May I take this as well to start?

[shanksyourfeels]

The tentacles reaction, to Shanks, is adorable, and inviting. Promising. He welcomes it, winding his hand and arm with the tentacle to show his acceptance. He moves back into the tentacles behind him with ease, as well. He moves his hips, rubbing his ass into the feel of the tentacles building up.

There's a soft moan at just the touch of John's hand on him, even another soft moan into that quick peck as John's lips leave him and he lowers. He looks down to get a good view of John, then he hears words.

Oh, yes, John is very fascinating. Shanks' eyes widen a little, then he grins down as his hand leaves the tentacle, though reluctantly, to slip through John's hair, fingers caressing his scalp.

"Of course. You look good down there."

[entirelymyown]

The tentacle is going to coil around his wrist, loose but settled like the coils of a snake before John dips forward to take Shanks between his lips. His mouth is hot in comparison to the water and Shanks will get to feel the disparity as he bobs on his cock a few times. John's hand reaches to start kneading at his sac and a tentacle finally slips between his cheeks to slide that slick liquid along the rim and against the hole. It's lazy, though, his focus on sucking Shanks off for the time being; this will go smoother if he's relaxed, after all.

Thank you. You feel good in my mouth.