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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

[loosestrifes]

( Too cold is right. Even cursed with love mania, Esikko can't overcome the body shock of it being so cold outside. While wet, too... With the last of his wash rinsed away, he hurries to whatever towels were set aside— but the temperature changes are troubling his already shoddy blood pressure, so he looks unsteady on his feet. )

Honestly, that does sound nicer, if it keeps the water warm for longer.

( He reaches out to stabilize himself on parts of the shower setup or even Bakugo himself, wrapping cloth around his body as tightly as he can to start sealing in some warmth, eager to get back where it's more heated. )

[blastedass]

[Guess there's some things even the Peacock can't defy. Cold weather triumphs over hot dick. Bakugo isn't any more immune than most people, though he bites down and tries his damnest to muffles his shivering. Wet, freezing, but forcing himself through it to the very end. Thankfully he had the hot water saved up for the final, so neither of them are complete icicles by the time they grab towels and rush back into the tent.

Bakugo rests his hand on Esikko's back, fingers splayed and tough-skinned palm flush to his spine to keep him going. One part support, physically, the other part a reminder he's here in case the prince stumbles.]

It's hot as long as the fire's going. [That's how burners work! Bakugo catches his hand on his shoulder and pulls the tent flap shut behind them, zips and locks it, then drags the inner flap down to double seal the entrance. With that done, he forgoes his own towel and throws it around Esikko's shoulders, roughly trundling him in the terrycloth sheet to get blood flowing.]

[loosestrifes]

( As Bakugo does the hard work of keeping his blood flowing, and therefore successfully prevents him from passing out, Esikko tries to run his fingers through his hair to comb it out, fussing when he shouldn't be bothering. It won't be too long before it begins to dry into sections of loose waves, and he's particular about the direction his bangs part, so he sneaks in little tucks of strands this way or that.

He can feel sleep trying to claw its way back in unnaturally, too. More than just sleep. It feels like neediness, longing, want for something that's already right here. Stupid, it's so stupid, it's irritating— but it'll be fine. )

I'm okay now. ( A mumbled reassurance, mostly believable. ) Though I'll be even better when I can cling to you under some blankets.

[blastedass]

[Bakugo grumpily bats Esikko's fingers away as he attempts to comb what's still soaking cotton candy pink. He swiftly layers the man's hair in a smaller towel, twists it in a drying spiral, then throws the entire thing up in a wrap about his head like a small terrycloth beehive. Leaves his nape and shoulders, but allows his hair to dry without getting tangled. If he wants to try pulling his bangs from the turban-like knot above his brow... good luck.

Esikko's gonna be a might top-heavy for a few minutes while the towel's on. Bakugo utters a faint grunt of acknowledgement, then returns to drying himself off.] Then get your ass on the bed and wrap up.

[Complete with a hiked leg and knee bumping into Esikko's upper thigh to prod him towards the bunk.]

[loosestrifes]

Ah—

( It feels like just a blink, and then his hair is neatly tucked up and away in the confines of a towel. Just when he'd been thinking about how troubling it was going to be, his hair getting pillows wet, likely preventing Bakugo from snuggling up too closely. As strange as it is, he's never really thought to use his towel to pull it up and out of the way like this. His father always made him keep it short...

His fingers hover over the towel like he's a little amazed, but he only gets a moment before Bakugo is nudging at him. He moves with it, hands dropping and a puffed up little glance tossed back at him, but it's nothing serious. Nothing deep. )

I am.

( With his hair up like this, his "transgressor" mark looks all the more obvious. But he's not even thinking of it, too busy with everything more recent the House has thrown at him. He crawls into the bunk with care, one hand reaching up to hold the towel in place so that he can curl on one side without messing it up, facing away. It already feels so hard to stay awake, but he's trying to hold out as long as he can. )

( ooc: any preferences on the angle I go with this dream? it can be memory or dream, but apparently tends to lean more memory, and then bakugo could either fill a memory role in it to start and esi slowly figures out who he is or he could show up from the start being clearly him. otherwise I can just wing it as we usually do~ )

[blastedass]

[How does Bakugo know how to use a towel for long hair drying? ... Not saying shit. What matters is Esikko's not going to turn the pillows into a damp mess while they're trying to get to sleep. He drags his own towel over his shoulders and arms, the goes down on a knee to work on his legs.

Somewhere in his mind, he realizes they're not dressed. Bakugo doesn't usually sleep naked for a few reasons. Comfort being one, never living on his own being another, and he'd rather not strip his damn bed every night. If he wakes up in the middle of the night shivering, he's gonna be pissed.

While Esikko gets comfortable on the bed, Bakugo finishes drying off and wraps the towel around his waist, then heads for the tent's various entrances. Both front and back flaps, all zipped up down and locked up, the two windows likewise covered and fastened (yes he put the fire out earlier), and all the heating devices in the tent turned off save for the space heater near the bed. It's an Ace's tent; there's a space heater.

Only then does he turn the lantern down, leaving a light on in the kitchen area so no one's stumbling around if they do wake at night, and finally joins Esikko in bed. Sounds like a lot, but he finishes all of it in only two minutes. Digging under the sheets and blankets, he tucks in, making sure the prince is also bundled up in the bed.]


[ooc: i'd be completely blind to the memory role, so it'd probably be better to go for a show up and interact as himself dealing with esikko's mental simulations. whether it's a memory or a dream is up to you; i can go either way without a hitch. if esikko doesn't recognize him, he'll figure that out quickly enough because he warned him about the dreamwalking earlier.]

[loosestrifes]

( ooc: salutes, I will start it as a memory but it'll be dream rules so things can derail and be changed by bakugo's presence! yipee. )

( Though it's only a couple of minutes before Bakugo joins him in bed, Esikko is barely hanging onto the waking world. He stirs only slightly as the hero makes sure he's bundled up, eyes closed and relaxed, his fingers reaching out to brush against Bakugo himself. If he were any less exhausted, any less troubled by everything lately, he'd at least allow him the time to settle into bed on his own first. But this time? This time he's a little clingy, insistent on just letting even the curves of his knuckles touch against Bakugo the entire time, like he's trying to make sure he's still there.

The clinginess might make a bit more sense as soon as Esikko does fall asleep. It's instant— regardless of wether Bakugo was close to sleepiness himself or not, Esikko's own dream pulls him in like a sleeping pill, wrapping him in darkness that envelops everything. At the very least, for Bakugo, it's not his own dream, so it won't be too difficult to retain that knowledge that this is exactly what Esikko had warned him about. The prince himself is going to have to take a moment.

Something loud crashes in the distance, and the hand that Esikko had pressed near Bakugo pulls away in a sudden start. The two of them are still in a bed, but it's not the bunk bed in that Ace tent in the woods. This bed is spacious and covered in luxuriously thick and heavy blankets, colored in deep blues and whites. The room looks like one from joseon era Korea, traditional with wooden floors and a sliding door to enter, but elevated in a way that shows how much Esikko's father must have added onto the palace grounds to further "modernize" it. A desk in the corner lays near an assortment of bookshelves, and near that, a large window covered by intricate wooden latticework, still thin enough to allow the cold air from outside to blow through. Lower levels of the palace have heated wooden floors, but Esikko's room here is chilly, made up for only in the fabric and amount of blankets he has on the bed. Paintings of flowers and books on magic are the only real clear sign that this is Esikko's bedroom, and the writing looks Chinese. Hanja.

They're probably both dressed, conveniently in the traditional underrobes that Esikko was so used to, growing up. Esikko's hair is notably shorter, the pale blonde that he was born with, cut far more like the prince he was meant to be. There are no red marks beneath his eyes, and he looks paler and more sickly than he has been lately in the Peacock. His eyes are so busy darting around the room that he still hasn't noticed Bakugo, not even when he throws some of the covers off of himself, fingers bunching around the length of his robes to be able to stand up as quietly as possible.

But something else crashes in the distance, this time, with a scream that's choked and cut off. The air feels tense and ominous, and outside the sliding doors, there's no sound of guards, only the soft shuffles of feet, and the sound of a body hitting the floor a few rooms down the wooden hall. )