🏝️ 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

[chronosynthesis]

[Syrlya nods.] I think I need some better rest before I plant our new crops for the season. I was expecting this whole venture to be... more relaxing than it was.

[pactmarshal]

A reasonable plan. I think all of us need better rest after that.

[ Oh, but he wishes he could go home with Syrlya, nap with him.

But that's probably not a good idea, not after the past few days. A brief, wistful look crosses his eyes, but it's gone in an instant. He flashes him a smile. ]

When you've recovered, we should go for a nice dinner.

[chronosynthesis]

Should I plan that this time? [Given, you know, how Trahearne's attempt went.

If he has to take responsibility for this, so be it.]

[pactmarshal]

[ Trahearne fixes him with a lopsided smile. ]

I've learned my lesson. I'll make the due preparations ahead of time.

[ The coffee from the machine dispenses, and he thinks for a moment. He may as well do that first thing when they get back. ]

I'll try not to disappoint this time.

[ At least in that department. ]

[chronosynthesis]

All right. [He really would like to do something romantic. Spending time with Trahearne in general is nice, of course, but... he's still a little unsatisfied from missing the chance to have an intimate night. One that maybe they could have built up to tender kisses instead of Syrlya being hit with the intensity while he was still dwelling on other matters.

He opens his mouth to say something else, and then thinks better and closes it. He occupied himself with eating his second breakfast sandwich.]

[pactmarshal]

[ It is settled. He will do his job this time. Properly.

The coffee is dispensed, Trahearne places the lid on, and he turns to Syrlya, giving him a playful nudge in the shoulder.

His voice is playful, but quiet. Meant for them only. ]

I love you.

[ He is none the wiser to any other sentiment Syrlya might have shared. ]

[chronosynthesis]

[Syrlya leans in slightly to better hear Trahearne as he lowers his voice. He looks over Trahearne with a sort of curiosity.]

I love you, too. [His voice does not match the whisper at first. But it dips down to say:] I think... much longer than you.

[And then he turns on his heels to head for the dock, abandoning Trahearne with that.]

[pactmarshal]

[ Trahearne stares for a minute at his receding figure, that last statement hitting him like a dolyak at full speed.

...Sheesh. Regardless of how Syrlya meant it, it feels like a big slap to the face with the time that separates them. His eyes drop to his to-go packs of coffee and breakfast.

Well. He has to make up for it somehow. ]