🏝️ 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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cw: emetophobia (insects)

[yourlenore]

( Cyril hates adults your age.

By Ostoyan standards, you are not a teenager, but fully grown; no longer a child, no longer entitled to whining, no longer entitled to protection, or worth. Yet, your age is always fragile, always complains. You think anyone cares you're exhausted, you're young, when they have a knife to your throat? When Cyril trains you, he trains you like an adult. He trains you with a willingness to kill you.

You will die if you're not careful learning from him, but you find that you agree with him. Perhaps it's because he's said that if you can survive him, you might be worth something. No one has told you that you could earn your value, before.

You stagger to your feet, blood from your lips, your nose, and your vision blinks black and blue. A swift kick slams into your stomach and blows you back into the wall.

It's been a few months since the Ebon Syndicate claimed you as their own, and Cyril, Master Assassin of the Syndicate, says he's trained you in the basics long enough. Cyril says you can eat when you've landed a hit on him. How long has that been? Weeks?

You have your bugs, don't you? he says, derisively. Eat those.

So you have.

There's nothing in your stomach to vomit, so what comes up is bile— and then, you choke, because what comes up next is gorged leeches. You cough violently, emptying the strange contents of your stomach. )

Cover your mouth! ( Cyril snarls. His features are aged and scarred from battle, marring his handsome, irritable face. He is an old veteran in a field where few live to be aged. ) You think I want to see that shit?

( He clicks his tongue, and begins his approach. Your cheeks burn with a sort of anger and shame, and you feel your stomach churn, but you cover your mouth before any leeches make it out, so he doesn't hate you.

You have one hand free to protect your head or your vitals, or to get yourself back up. You spot your knives against the wall behind him, beside some crates, in this closed, dusty, stonework room; any hit on him will do, whether by knife or hand, but he'll see a frontal assault coming easy.

There are wooden crates stacked up against the walls, a pyramid of wine barrels in one corner, and a fraying carpet against the floor. There are wooden rafters up top, and a flickering lantern forked out along three walls; the fourth wall features a wooden door, shut. )