🏝️ 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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[framestory]

[ Oh.

Hey. What the fuck?

Ellis is used to seeing corpses and such, but he absolutely hates horror. The irony. This is why this unnerves him, because the atmosphere sure is like a horror game!!

Anyway. 15 + 10 = 25. Thanks, Mishka. (sign of the cross)

Ellis is going to run for the exit as much as he can while still sneaking around. Fuck this place!!! ]

[yourlenore]

( She turns her head slow, the murmuring quickening, the prayer feverish, her eyes wide;

but you're gone.

Your steps are quiet and quick, and throughout your body there is a rush, there is a buzz, there is a sense that your insides are not yours, that they are edging you out, and with every moment it is an active struggle to hold onto yourself, and keep it from dispersing among the insects.

They scurry into the cavity of your body (and your body is an amorphous cavity) from which insects merge into and out of and scuttle about, nesting in the sickening swamplands, the rot, the plague-festering petri dish of your insides. You feel irrationally that, if your skin were peeled back, the underside would not be blood and muscle, but rotted earth and greenery.

Your steps are quick down the hallway and the stairway that follows, and as you pull into a corner your stomach lurches, and your foot does not quite meet the ground, until it does.

Your momentum comes to a stumbling stop with a splash in a strange black-stone room, its red stained glass towering high above you on three sides, the light spilling red across your skin. The floor dips in, and it is filled with shallow water, as if a pond, all red beneath the light, like you.

At the far end of the room there stands a stall statue in shadow, its gaze upon you austere. Alexei, again; his gaze impassive, his smile, unimpressed. Before him is a supper table, empty, three candles, evenly spaced, flickering upon it. )

Mishka...

( Voices whispered, scattered, and distorted, murmur against your ear, as your insects stop, and you feel a cold spread from a point on your back, where your heart might be.

Something brushes along your shoulders from behind, as if reaching for and embrace. )

Mishka, come home.

( There is no door behind you. There is no door ahead, that you can see—

but there is one place you can't see: behind Alexei's broad statue. If there is a door, if there is an exit, it must be there.

The water ripples. The candles melt faster than they should. There is nothing to contain them, there is nothing to stop them from burning the table. But the table is empty. You don't want to approach Alexei.

You should come home. )

[framestory]

[ This is all unbearably uncomfortable for Ellis. He wonders how Mishka can even have "affection" for these bugs that are inside him, even if they seem to listen to him. Even if Mishka doesn't feel sick, Ellis feels like he's about to throw up at any moment. Not to mention the earlier wounds. It reminds him of the time when he was at Ten's mercy--

He can't think properly, so he tries to rush past the broad statue. For the nth time, fuck this place. ]