🏝️ dulces sueños group excursion! 🏝️

[hearthwarming]

🏝️ who: intrepid adventurers (vacationers?) and more!
🏝️ what: ori organized (origanized?) a group trip to the resort! mass memshare ensues.
🏝️ when: fall 9-10
🏝️ where: dulces sueños resort
🏝️ warnings: threads will be marked as needed for memshares.

[ Hopefully everyone had fun on the Arco Lunar! The morning after the boat departs from the docks, a letter arrives to your mailbox: ]

Hello, intrepid adventurer!

I am excited to have you along for a group excursion to the mysterious new island! In two days' time, let us gather in the town square and set off from there! Please be prepared to stay the night. It will be so fulfilling and memorable for everyone to spend a night on an adventure together!

If you have any questions or concerns, please come find me at my flower shop in town or at the forest farm where I live!

Sincerely,
Oriphi

[ If she accidentally delivered it to a few wrong mailboxes, then... Oops!

On the promised day, once everyone (and likely a few surprise tag-alongs) has gathered or been gathered, Ori distributes little paper bags of snacks to everyone. Inside are cookies, oat snacks, and a freshly-picked apple from her and M-21's orchard. Do with them as you please... Just don't let her catch you throwing it into the sea or something. 🥺 ]

Alright. I think we should head out, then! Thanks for coming along, everyone! I hope it'll be a great time. Oh, and please don't forget to drink plenty of water and use this incredible ointment I discovered on this island! It's called "sunscreen!" Tieflings don't really get sunburnt, but you should use it!

[ And with that our intrepid adventurers set off to the mysterious, dangerous, unknowable... resort island! ]

( This is the ill-fated mass extinction memshare event. Please refer to the event for details on the resort and the plotting post for any specific details for characters' memshares! There are toplevels for each area of the resort (and for the memshare). Enjoy! )

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[chronosynthesis]

[Preparing for bed]

[After years of military barracks and sleeping in trees, everyone in a relatively plush room is far from the most disagreeable way he's ever slept. So when Ori asks, he obliges.

He picks a spot on the floor, only removing his accessories, gloves, and boots, and leaving the rest of his attire on to sleep through. So many humans... probably don't want to see him in less. They have a thing about modesty.

If someone else is looking for a place to set up, Syrlya will move his pillow to try and give them room.]

[Waking Up]

[Anyway after an absolute marathon of intense "dreams" all night, Syrlya wakes up feeling more exhausted than when he went to sleep. He's barely staying up on his feet, glowering at the breakfast sandwich in his hands.

He looks up when he hears someone walking by, that irritable expression frozen in place for a moment--but if it's someone he recognizes from one of his memories, his dissolves rapidly into awkwardness.]

[Memories]

[See first comment below.]

MEMORIES

[chronosynthesis]

I'll be writing custom memories for each reply from the prompts below:

Low Intensity [1st Person/3rd Person]
These memories are positive, neutral, and negative. Smaller, day to day experiences that left some impact on Syrlya. 1st person memories will have the event experienced from Syrlya's perspective with limited ability to change the direction. 3rd person memories will insert the character to act in their free will as part of the scene.

High Intensity [1st Person/3rd Person]
These are... overwhelmingly negative with a couple positive ones. Life changing or especially scarring events, or those that just pushed Syrlya to an edge. 1st person memories will have the event experienced from Syrlya's perspective with limited ability to change the direction. 3rd person memories will insert the character to act in their free will as part of the scene.

If choosing these, please let me know if you want to opt out of any of the following potential CWs: torture, people eaten alive, mind control, gaslighting, child endangerment, plague/disease... I think that's all of them but you can also just let me know something you don't want to feature in a memory and I will make sure it's not there.



Example Requests:
Low intensity - first person

3rd person high intensity
opt out: mind control

[passthrough]

[1st person, high intensity - I am fine with the CWs as they stand!]

[chronosynthesis]

(Notes: In Syrlya's body, Otegine will constantly experience the Call of the Wyld Hunt. It is an urge deep within him, a force that weighs on his mind and compels his thoughts and impulses to constantly try to redirect towards the Elder Dragons.

He will also experience the Sylvari empathy connection, and feel a constant sixth sense of the emotions of other Sylvari around him.)

[Unfortunately, Otegine will find himself thrust into Syrlya's form at the least opportune time--right in the middle of a fight. There's all the small, dead long rotted corpses you'd just put down and you'll have to watch not to trip over as you and your allies try not to get cornered by the abomination. You're caged in, and Canach is trying to rig an explosive to blow you free, so at the moment you just need to buy him time and keep this thing's focus. Sure. Easy enough.

You've got a sword, a shield, and you better figure out how to use magic quickly. Or you can hide. What do you do?]

[passthrough]

[The urge he falls into is new and distracting, one more disorienting thing on top of being dropped straight into a confrontation he doesn't know or remember.

But combat? Combat he knows. Even if the weapon feels oddly detached from him, and the shield feels cumbersome... he can, at least, trust his instincts.

If he's the bait for now, he has to take the responsibility. So he will try to strike his own weapon against his shield, the flat of the blade to the surface, with a shout to accompany it - an audible distraction to make sure this thing is focused on him, and not Canach.

What kind of space does he have to move? Who else is with him, other than Canach?]

[chronosynthesis]

[It's big enough to run around in, if one is careful not to trip over all the dead bodies. Around his sides are Zaeim and Rytlock, both of which are equally focused on the creature in front of you. It's much larger, but at least between the three of you it seems disinclined to bother the other plant person.

It roars as it lashes its tail, drawing one of the swords out of its body to swipe across the front.

Canach, from the front, lets out an irritable growl. "Can you shut that thing up? It really makes it hard to concentrate."]

[pactmarshal]

[ 1st person - high intensity pls! ]

[chronosynthesis]

[Trahearne stands at the base of an imposing, but aged fortress he certainly won't recognize. The desert sands around. As he takes place in Syrlya's body, the sword is already in one hand and the shield in the other. His breath is heavy from continual fighting--the gate has been busted open and an army of ghosts are currently holding back a wave of plague-ridden zombies.

What a sight! You could try to fight on, knowing well that this is yet another corruption your body is immune to--even though swords, it is not.

But Braham's voice booms from the side: "Commander! There are sewer grates into the fortress. Maybe we can get through one!"

He doesn't wait long for an answer. What will you do?]

[pactmarshal]

[ This is familiar. It's almost a relief, after the deluge of other memories and experiences Trahearne's mind has been through.

Though it's been quite a long time since he felt the call, it rolls around in his head with familiarity, the faint buzz of other sylvari in the battle calm him in a way that is hard to explain. He doesn't even need to look down to know who he is.

But this--the fortress, the desert, the ghosts, the undead (which are most certainly not Orrian)--is unfamiliar.

A quick assessment: main objective is to hold back the horde, incidental to getting inside, perhaps, yet the entrance is blocked by said horde. Unlikely to be in their favor if kept in this position for long, so--

The voice snaps him out of his analysis, and his head whips around to see--isn't that...?

No time to think. ]

Then we sneak in through there.

[ It's strange to feel Syrlya's voice come out of...well. It's not his mouth. It's fine. He wastes no time in rushing towards Braham, sword and shield at the ready. With a quick glance over his shoulder, he looks to see if there are any familiar (or unfamiliar) faces accompanying him. ]

[chronosynthesis]

[Even as he says that, there's a bubbling irritation and a bit of worry as Braham immediately runs off.

There's no resistance as Trahearne runs, but for a moment control of his mouth is taken as he--no, Syrlya--calls back.] I'm going after him. Everyone fall back to Rytlock's position!

[Trahearne will need to watch his step on the descent--the tar is wet and slippery from the waves that crash against it. But provided he's mindful not to fall, reaching Braham is... easy. There's nothing that stops either of you from reaching the dimly lit sewer entrance.

You don't feel easy about it, however, nor is that feeling of frustration mollified as you catch up to Braham and your voice spills out again.]

That was reckless, Braham!

["And?"

Your emotions deflate a little.] And... let's go find Joko.

["That's what I thought. 'Can't die...' Everything can die. Only question is how."

Well, now that they've arrived, Braham is willing to allow you to take the lead again. It's doesn't smell great in there.]

[framestory]

[ third person, high intensity, good with all cws ]

[chronosynthesis]

[Ellis stands in the middle of the upper level of the Grove, at the front of a crowd of Sylvari all gathering to watch the path before them. Some are gossiping, but most have their attention rapt on the slow parade of delegations flanking the world leaders of the other four races: the humans, the Charr, the Norn, the Asura. They're here to see the Pale Tree. They're here for a summit.

"It's an honor they would do this in the Mother's boughs, isn't it? It must be very important."

"I know. I've never seen so many famous people all at once! They, you're blocking my view!"

"Shh! They're about to announce the human Queen. Do you think she's as wise and beautiful as the stories say?"

And round the whispers go, only occasionally shushing as a Sylvari up on a mushroom loudly announces the next world leader.

To one end, Ellis can see Syrlya by human, norn, asura, and charr. They don't seem to be part of the delegations themselves.

At the other end, by what looks like a massive hollowed out windborne seed pod, is Trahearne with a couple soldiers flanking his side. He shares the occasional word to the one on his right, but otherwise tries to focus on the incoming delegates... with stolen glances towards Syrlya while he's still chatting with his friends.]

1/?

[framestory]

[ This location is amazing.

That's all Ellis can think about as he "hears" others speak. When he looks around to look at the people, he's fascinated by all the new races and when he sees Trahearne, he's about to wave, but. Maybe he shouldn't since he seems to be working? Oh, and because there's something important going on-- ]

[framestory]

[ ...

Freaking. Trahearne. Why are you glancing at Syrlya?? He looks back at forth between them and squints. He's about to scream when he realizes that his probable crush dated back for so long. ]

done

[framestory]

[ It's fine. It's fine. Ellis just tries to focus on the summit now. He wonders what's going to happen with the announcement. A grand party after? ]

[chronosynthesis]

[Well it will be as exciting as a party.

The human with Syrlya--Marjory--waves and chats to another passing with the Queen's delegation. While they exchange whispers, Syrlya starts walking to Trahearne.

But he stops when he sees Ellis in the crowd. He stares... but his dream-addled mind finds nothing out of the ordinary, so he simply offers a smile (it comes so much easier to him, his movements all lighter and more confident than they are in Crescentview) and gestures for Ellis to follow him before he continues to Trahearne and his entourage.

He stops just in front, folding his arms in a casual posture despite talking to what is essentially his commanding officer.]

Hello, Trahearne.

"Hello. I had a word of this summit from the Mother Tree. You're doing a good thing. Those of us who remember the encounter with Zhaitan know how merciless the Elder Dragons can be. I applaud your effort."

Your presence is appreciated.

[At that, Trahearne only shakes his head and waves a hand.] "I'm only here to give you moral support and to answer any questions about the Pact's current plans. You're the one who must make the world leaders see that this is a matter of dire importance."

[for8000amonth]

first person, high intensity uwu

[chronosynthesis]

(Notes: In Syrlya's body, Adelis will constantly experience the Call of the Wyld Hunt. It is an urge deep within him, a force that weighs on his mind and compels his thoughts and impulses to constantly try to redirect towards the Elder Dragons.

He will also experience the Sylvari empathy connection, and feel a constant sixth sense of the emotions of other Sylvari around him. In this case, due to his physical proximity to most of them it will be faint.)

[Your legs ache, and you almost think the wood deep inside is starting to creak from how long you've been walking over rocks and sand in this dry heat. It's making the ends of your leaves break. You are quite tired of the desert by this point.

But you need to get atop this spire, climb its crumbling staircase so that you can get enough signal to reach Taimi. Catch her up on what you've learned.

There's just a bit to go, but you can see the top. You surge forward with just a bit more strength and take a quick turn around the nearest pillar so your feet hit the relief of flat ground.

You're barely a couple steps in to realize that you are not alone.]

Balthazar!

[The human god of war, your mind supplies. A god, and a veritable thorn in your side.

Something in your expression causes him to grin with cruel satisfaction. "Expecting someone else?"

You have a sword and a shield, and not near enough magic to take on a god. But your guild should be on your heels. Maybe you need only to buy some time.

What do you do?]

[for8000amonth]

[ Adelis is no stranger to compulsions in his head.

Therefore, it is not so much shocking and appalling as it is aggravating, the pull of something attempting to urge him in another direction stubbornly stomped and shoved aside. It will not go, but he can ignore it to the best of his abilities, suffer and choke it down like he has with the others.

It feels...discombobulating. His body especially, although not too different with the lack of a heart thrumming against his chest. There is no ache of muscles, but a dull creak inside that furrows his brows, although that is one of the least of his worries.

It is...dry. Hot. The smell of dust and stone isn't too unfamiliar, but he will be glad to reach the top and finish whatever this is-

were it not for the uninvited guest.

The voice that slips from his lips is...not his own, but he already had that suspicion. A hand raises, stares at the black sleeves and gloves, the sword in his grip. He is not versed in swords and shields, far more comfortable with the light cut of a knife, but beggars cannot be choosers. ]

Perhaps that would be preferable to being given the unfortunate pleasure of looking at that mug of yours.

[ His tongue is still sharp, despite it all.

Adelis prefers to play smart, play safe- there is something underneath his skin, the crackle of things only slightly familiar, but rather than experiment he lifts the shield up a bit higher as he gauges their surroundings. If he need buy time, then avoiding getting touched is what he's good at- or he should, but this is Syrlya, who is far less nimble than he.

Still, he'll start by putting some distance between him and this so-called God, watching him with a hawk-like eye for the slightest movement. If he's strong, then playing it safe is the best option for now. Aggressive he may be, stupid he is not. ]

[yourlenore]

( anything you can give a gw2 baby like me that might be fun for mishka & syr's relationship! no opt-outs, first person )

[chronosynthesis]

(Notes: In Syrlya's body, Mishka will constantly experience the Call of the Wyld Hunt. It is an urge deep within him, a force that weighs on his mind and compels his thoughts and impulses to constantly try to redirect towards the Elder Dragons.

He will also experience the Sylvari empathy connection, and feel a constant sixth sense of the emotions of other Sylvari around him.)

[It's an odd sensation, pulled into the memory of someone who just got out of one. All you know when you come too is this deep sense of foreboding that weighs down on your limbs. Every part of you feels too weak to hold yourself up. You are sick.

Fighting against the Elder Dragons was your purpose. It is the reason you exist in this world. You have spared nothing to see it through as your people--no, all people depended on it. You were chosen, because you could.

But those words you've just been pulled from continue to repeat: We come from the jungle dragon. We belong to it. We're meant to serve it.

But they can't be dragon minions. You can't be a dragon minion. You cannot be part of the cycle that you are meant to help destroy.

"Hey, boss. You back?" Rox's voice sounds so distant in the noise of your own thoughts. "Caithe is here."

Ah.

Caithe. The one who's memories you were just snooping through, just to find her trail.

Your mentor.]

waking up

[pactmarshal]

[ No one slept well last night, did they?

Trahearne feels like undeath, he's exhausted having lived through so many of other's memories—he just hopes he hasn't caused others similar distress.

When he sees Syrlya and his irritation, his own exhaustion melting as concern takes over. He approaches. ]

Syrlya.

[ He gently places a comforting hand to his back. ]

[chronosynthesis]

[Ah. Syrlya's expression collapses to just exhaustion as he realizes it's Trahearne.]

I'm going out on a limb to say you had a horrible sleep last night.

[pactmarshal]

I can most certainly say I've slept better.

[ The tired is evident on his own face, too. ]

It seems I'm not alone. How are you doing?

[chronosynthesis]

Exhausted. [That's some of the most restless sleep he's ever had, plagued with his worst nightmares--and others.] I look forward to getting out of this place.

[This resort! He's never coming back!! 1 star on Yelp.]