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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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( 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~ )
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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.]
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( 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. )