🏝️ dulces sueños group excursion! 🏝️

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🏝️ 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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[chronosynthesis]

[Syrlya is trying to keep focused on business, even with the air of uneasiness. He doesn't feel he can let his guard down yet, not quite sure if that's really the end or if Mordremoth will find another way under their defenses. He needs to remain ready.

He does pause his sentence when he hears Ellis, looking back just in time to be pulled into his arms. He blinks rapidly, surprised.

This may not be what happened in reality. Syrlya was even better in his younger years at putting on a strong face, not worn by the pain. But the dream knows where to fill in the blanks of this situation.

It's Kasmeer who moves, first, similarly wrapping an arm around Syrlya and resting her cheek against his shoulder. Then Marjory sliding her arms around both. Rox places a firm hand to his other shoulder, and them Braham leans over to gather all of them in his arms--perhaps too tightly.

Taimi slips off the top of her golem, positioning herself to hang onto Braham instead.

... Syrlya lets out a shaky breath, his head bowing as he leans into the comfort.]

[framestory]

[ He's surprised that everyone came together for a pile of hugs, so he's in the middle of it with Syrlya. Ellis quietly speaks, his words into a murmur: ]

It's okay to ask for comfort from people who support you. You're not weak for doing so.

[chronosynthesis]

You're right. [In the haze of the memory, Syrlya can admit this easier than he normally would.] Sometimes I... forget, to rely on other people. By the time there's a moment, I've already swallowed it down. These people all need me.

[He tried so hard to be good enough for them. All of them.]

[framestory]

They also want you to be well. You're important to them, but not for your duty alone.

[ He lightly bumps his head with Syrlya's before he smiles. ]

[chronosynthesis]

[They do, don't they? The murmurs of affirmation are things he know. But he loves him, too, and he wants to strongly to shoulder them against the horrible things they've all seen.

But he doesn't go into that. Instead he meets Ellis' head with his own, and a soft smile.] Thank you, Ellis.

[And then the memory, piece by piece, fades out.]