🏝️ 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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[It's a horrifying, almost unbearable freedom. A present bathed in blood and a future with seemingly no limitations... an autonomy so unbelievably different than the one he knows.

Centuries pass, swaths of time that group together and muddle. This he knows well, takes in stride even as it stacks and stacks. Even history couldn't help but muddle the details as time moved forward. Not even the oldest spirits in the citadel could escape their own erosion someday, either by the wear of time or by the constant twist of narrative. To be missing time...

He knows, very deeply, how little can be done when the time has fallen from the mind.

To keep dying, over and over, to return to the grip of that void only to never quite rest in it fully, to ricochet back as though it were nothing more than a dream... it's nauseating, but only at first. Just like the room, a familiarity and rhythm picks up. He comes to expect it more often than not. He knows its not permanent. Not for him.

And the thought of it is both powerful and agonizing. To never be able to rest. To find himself no longer caring about his own recklessness, his own bodily worth, because he knows there is no end. There is no moment to rest from the suffering of the world that won't leave them behind.

There's no choice but to keep being free. There's no worth in anything but the power that creeps into his veins, a temporary purpose, a badge that he belongs, even though his constant death seems to scream otherwise. Is it power? Or is it luck? And what does he do if it runs out?

...

Muddled in mind as he is, it takes a moment to right himself through the conversation, to the words drawing from his lips out of his own accord. He remembers, and yet... he doesn't. Owen doesn't. He's speaking about this as fiction, and yet... it doesn't feel like he's lying.

...

Had he shoved that suffering to the side on purpose? Or... had time simply moved on so long that he couldn't bear to look? To have no sense of identity, to feel nostalgia but have only emptiness when he looked back...

...

It's not fair. None of this.

None of this is fair.]