🏝️ 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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[pactmarshal]

So, this means you're definitely not coming with us?

[ The words spill from your mouth before any other part of the scene resgisters. Your tone is measured, asking as though for confirmation. You have heard this fact before--that the person with whom you speak will not be joining you--but you want to make sure.

Your disappointment is muffled, stifled beneath everything else.

What is everything else?

The dust that whips through the wind, the arid dryness on the air, punctuated by bursts of cold mid-winter air. The acrid smell of burning metal, of whirring furnaces, of sweat all tickle your nostrils. Soldiers shout in training, engineers bark orders at one another—beyond the walls of your camp, you can hear the distant cries of a battle, waged against an enemy you do not see but know is out there. People of all shapes and sizes run about, dressed in varying uniforms, busy with their jobs. Everyone is occupied. No effort is wasted. Far above you hang the airships on their docks as the engineers prepare them for launch.

And then, there's Syrlya.

He looks up at you, determined. His jaw is set. There's an air of urgency around him. He's come to see you to inform you of his plans, but it is quite evident now that your second in command will not be coming with you.

"I have a mission I need to finish first."

There is no questioning his decision. ]

I understand. [ A breath. ] Marjory Delaqua explained it—the egg. You're right to make it your priority.

[ It is the truth. But perhaps you say this to more to convince yourself.

"Be safe. We'll share a drink and stories when we meet again."

And he turns to leave to attend to his urgent business.

Which leaves—you.

This army is yours. Every soldier here at your command. You know that the lull in this battle is your opportunity to strike back and gain the upper hand. That once the fleet is ready to fly, you will rain hellfire upon the jungle and Tyria will be at peace once again. But the window fast closes, and you know everyone is already working as hard as they can.

You just hope Commander Syrlya returns in time.

A large horned feline clad in armor—an engineer—rushes to you.

"Marshal Trahearne, sir." She salutes you. "We've run the final inspections on the Glory of Tyria and she's ready to fly. We're commencing checks on the rest of the fleet now, but a few still seem to need repairs. I'm afraid those aren't going to be done in time. That'll leave our fleet a few ships down. What should we do?" ]