🏝️ 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! )

Comments

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."]

[passthrough]

Working on it--!

[There's no way he can parry a sword of that size... His shield goes up in an attempt to dodge, a roll to the side, before trying to take advantage of the follow through. He'll try to dart forward with a firm blow to the meat of the tail. Might as well disable one means of attack before they all get killed.]

[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.]

[pactmarshal]

[ Oh, that's--it's a little weird to feel his mouth move and hear another's voice come out of it, even if it is a familiar one. This is very odd all around.

He watches the world around him move, sounds of battle growing distant as he--Syrlya chases after Braham. The slippery rocks are not a problem--he scrambles over them with ease and familiarity. As much as he wants to ask all the questions forming in his head, he recognizes, in a way, that it isn't his place to ask things to stop so he can find clarity.

But he can't help himself when-- ]

Joko? Palawa Joko? [ His tone is incredulous. It's a figure he'd come across once or twice in his research, but since this particular lich king had nothing to do with the Risen or Zhaitan, he'd not pursued that particular thread of information. That his name comes up at all is, quite honestly, a shock. ]

We're going to fight Palawa Joko?

[ Sorry just. Just one question. ]

[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."

[framestory]

[ Ellis gasps. He can follow!! So he does, trying to at least pretend he has manners. But wow, Marjory is hot. Ellis can't help but to stare at her a little before catching up with Syrlya and Trahearne.

But of "dire importance", huh... Syr sure has a tough job. ]

No pressure or anything. I wish you luck.

[ He gives Syr a small smile. Memshares are the spaces where he can "talk" normally, so there you go. Ellis "speaks". ]

[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. ]

[chronosynthesis]

[That only draws a grin out of Balthazar, unfazed by the taunt. Instead he sweeps his hand out, gesturing to the emptiness. "What's this? Have your friends abandoned you?"

Your heart doesn't react to his taunt either, knowing that isn't true. But their search for information in the desert should be coming to an end, and this is where you would meet. But Balthazar doesn't need to know that--

Around the entire edge of the platform flames suddenly erupt--thick, too tall to leap over, and completely obscuring your view. To jump through them, even to attempt to descend with your glider, would almost certainly be death.

"What do you say we take things a little more slowly this time?" With his hand raised he materializes a large, imposing greatsword. And then he swings it horizontal, sending a wave of fire your direction.]

[for8000amonth]

[ Such pathetic taunts. Adelis is reminded faintly of some cockier recruits within the ranks, letting their egos run ahead of them. This one, however, feels like he actually has the power to back it up- which is a fairly dangerous combination to have.

He continues to shift backwards, gaze flickering around whilst keeping the other in the corner of his vision...until the red-hot of flickering flame licks at his back, and he leaps forward to hiss and toss a glance backwards. They run the whole length of the platform, effectively blocking off escape, and he is not particularly eager to feel the sensation of his ( Syrlya's? ) skin burning again. Considering the Sylvari, it may be even worse.

The voice has his attention snapping up, and he tightens his grip on the weapons reflexively even before the sword comes into view. He crouches, tensing up in preparation, so that when the wave of fire comes he can leap out of the way- although it clips the edges of Syrlya's cloak, Adelis slightly unbalanced from the unfamiliarity the weight of the weapons offer.

Rather than rush and engage, he sticks closer to the edges of the arena, but not close enough to tempt the flame. He has room here, this can work...for a while. But he will need to think of something else in due time, with the tools he has been afforded...that much he can feel.

Ugh. Syrlya, why can't you be a rogue or something. ]

[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.]