🏝️ 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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[passthrough]

[You grieve. And grieve. The void stretches forever. Years and years. Decades fold over into a century, then another, of nothing.

You don't remember what happened. You knew, once. Who you were, what you were. You're not sure that you even are anymore. Because if you were... there would be no reason for this void.

You want to rest. You... have to be able to do that much... right? But something that is nothing can't rest, nor can it be awake.

Time moves. You don't. Maybe this is all that's left.

...

You hear the distant, sharp pang of metal again metal, a pinpoint of warmth that sits in the expanse of nothing like a fishing lure in the depths of the ocean. It repeats, over and over, like a voice of its own that you can't quite make out.

It's a call. A request. A plea.

You are nothing. It can't be for you. Can it.]

[hearthwarming]

[ The feeling surrounds her again, like she's not quite herself. And if that's the case, that means... It's not the end for Otegine. Right now, she's feeling what he must have felt once. And that means the fire... wasn't quite the end for him.

Which means... That feeling of metal striking metal, the warmth that she now knows to be the feeling of being forged into being...

It has to be for them. It has to be.

And if there's anything she knows about Otegine by now... he'll heed the call. Answer the plea. Rise up to it. Because in a way... it must be all that he knows to do. She understands this, now. ]

Otegine... Come back.

[passthrough]

[You acknowledge the point of light. The warmth of it spreads, and even though you have nothing left, you still reach out with all your strength.

The call answers back, the slams of the hammer rattling your ears.

Please fight for us. Please fight for us. Please fight for us.

It's a contract. You're not being forged, not a new life... but summoned. The hammer pounds, and so does a heartbeat you've never had before, a warm rush of blood --

There's a weight manifesting behind Ori, a warmth, a body that inhales with new pain as his outstretched hand clasps over hers, wrapping his free arm against her shoulders, pushing them forward, eyes that barely know how to see still keeping locked straight.]

I'm trying-- I'm trying, don't let me go--

[You're not entirely what you were. It hurts, so deeply, to be given a human body. And hundreds of years of memories, in a fragile form with an even more fragile heart, pour in like a flood.

You feel like you could crumple from the weight of it. Even Otegine has to press his forehead into your shoulder at how vibrant and painful it is, to feel.

But he does not let go. You're almost there. They're waiting for you.

...

It's 2205.

You are... or perhaps, you were... six hundred and twenty five years old.

This is temporary. You know it is. So does your new master. Clad in robes, their face covered. Your body is a gift from his magic. A gift made of your history.

Time won't stop for you. But at least, in this body, with feelings that weigh every memory that stitches you together like a paper doll... maybe the moments won't move so fast.

Maybe you'll truly have one more shot to be useful.


...

...

The memory ends. Ori is Ori once more.]

[hearthwarming]

[ She has never known a feeling like this. The feeling of not feeling, only to come into it with such force, such vigor. The feeling of not feeling at all, and then feeling so much.

It's painful, all-consuming, and yet... She knows. It's wonderful.

Without pain, one cannot feel happiness, either. Her hand comes up to grasp at the arm of Otegine's that's wrapped around hers, clutching tightly. She wants him to know. Feelings can hurt so, so much, but it's only when they can feel the pits of despair that they can appreciate how wonderful it is to feel anything else, too.

Ori is Ori once more.

And there is nothing more that she wants than to help show Otegine what a precious gift he's been given. She hopes she can. ]