🏝️ 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]

[ Trahearne instinctively rubs his wrists when let free, but doesn't immediately act. His eyes trail up to Kaspar--younger looking than he knows him--and his lips draw into a thin line.

He has so many questions. He does not know what a fae is, namely. But quickly, he's pulled out of his thoughts, not given too much time to dwell on the whole situation. He brings his hands up to show he means no harm, and he steps back slightly. What Kaspar says in the end--it's a small reminder that he is in there somewhere.

He nods, but says nothing else. His eyes dart around to take in the cracks and picks one at random, into which he slips through and vanishes. ]

[bluminescence]

[ Recognition flickers in Kaspar too late, the shift in him immediate once begun. There is the sound of metal claps, leather on leather, and swift steps following him into the dark. Goggles gone, illuminated expression in the dark full of concern across his younger face.

Reaching out blindly for a hold on him by his glow, Kaspar calls out in his normal voice, lifted by rare worry. ]

Tra!

[pactmarshal]

[ Luckily, even in the dark, Trahearne's glow makes him an easy spot.

And so when Kaspar reaches for him, and when he feels the hand on his arm, and the one and only nickname he has ever been given, he pauses. He turns to look at his roommate, understandably cautious, and perhaps a little confused. ]

Kaspar?

[ He keeps his voice low in a whisper, unsure if the warnings given to him moments earlier still counted. ]

[bluminescence]

[ They certainly don't count anymore, not when he pulls Trahearne into a tight embrace in the dark. A white glow greeting fuschia. He will hold him like the fear of losing him was something real. Knowing it is a dream keeps his focus here instead of the imaginary men that have likely already begun their descent after him.

His voice is warm again, familiar. ]

I'm sorry.

[pactmarshal]

[ Ah, Kaspar--the Kaspar he knows--is back. The gesture is immediately familiar to Trahearne, and he returns the hug readily. The tightness of it, the quiet fear in the gesture, is unusual; a little frown, unseen, crosses his face before he holds back tighter in reassurance. ]

It's all right. [ Trahearne's is soft, understanding. ] You were reliving a memory. You didn't know it was me.

[bluminescence]

[ Kaspar remains, the rugged dark walls shifting as the memory around them fades to pitch black, save for their respective glows. He keeps his hold so he can feel where his eyes might fail. ]

... did you jump?

[ Is all he asks, tone going just as soft. ]

[pactmarshal]

[ Trahearne relaxes a touch as everything goes black--this means no one can find them, they are not in danger of being found by the men that followed in Kaspar's suit. ]

I did.

[ It's an answer that comes readily, because he did so without second thought. Even if he did regret it in the moments that followed. ]