🏝️ 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]

[ The realization of what happened, what the gap of time means, and that he must keep it to himself hurts Trahearne in a way he cannot describe. He realizes there's conflict in him right now, Otegine's thoughts and memories and impulses clashing with his own. But Trahearne, the sylvari firstborn, does not like the idea that he has to keep such a powerful feeling to himself. To bury it.

And so, dazed, Trahearne nods at the saniwa's words. ]

My past does not change what I am meant to do. [ He summarizes, voice deliberately calm in an attempt to steady himself, and concentrate on the present.

That still does not mean he's accepted, or moved past the horrible feeling the image gave him. ]

I understand. I...am ready.

[passthrough]

[It haunts you. The knowledge that you're gone. Even as your saniwa leads you out of the summoning room and into the open air, even as you force your determination into a new purpose... it lingers, eating away, occupying the gap in time that you cannot get back. It sneaks into your dreams, the image, the feeling, leaving you breathless and filled with fear you're not used to experiencing.

This is temporary. Your contract isn't meant to last forever. Once the war is over... like all wars... there will be no need for weapons. The lucky ones rest in museums, restoration centers, private collections.

What about the rest?

What about the ones who have nothing to go back to?

...

It's a second chance you can't squander. A spear that no longer has a history, but still aches with a desire to be useful. One more time, one more time, please, let your master think you're useful. You fight the new emotions in your chest daily. You hate the disappointment that you feel settle when you can't do anything right. When you don't know. When you don't remember.

It's better, isn't it... to stick to what you know? You do best at that. You always did. Maybe... maybe you can keep being useful, so long as you insist. Maybe Aruji will have praise. Maybe you won't be left to disappear again, in the red red red red

Maybe.

Maybe.

...

...

The memory ends, a muffled noise of thoughts and feelings with no resolution.

Trahearne is Trahearne once again.]