🏝️ 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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[graftage]

[His scream rises out of his body like its a plume of smoke on its own, searing the air as he continues to writhe - but wait. There's no sound. He wants to scream. He's trying his best to scream. To scream is to be human, to exist, to leave some mark in the world in the form of sound, but he can't-]

[He...can't-]

[He.........................he................................]

[Everything is melting.]

[What will be left of him, but a puddle, burned up forever?]

[He stirs at the sound of the voice, but there's not much to stir. His body feels like its just nothing at this point, useless metal, unmoving, brain melting, face melting-.]

H...

[A dream....?]

My.......

[Name, name, what is a name, what belongs to a name, the name of....]

Stein...Steinbeck..............?

[passthrough]

["That's it. Don't forget yourself just yet."

A hand grasps for Steinbeck's wrist, weakly pulling him up. His body stays behind, melting, melting - no longer a body, but the blade of a spear, nothing but metal pooling on the floor.

Whatever he is now, separate from himself, he can barely see. An apparition. A spirit. Translucent and struggling to stay present. He can still feel deeply the way his body turns to slag on the floor, how his form now just fades faster as the pain grows. He's losing himself.

The image of Otegine stays in front of him, hands moving from Steinbeck's wrist to either side of his face, forcing his eyes back to him. Him, just as translucent and agonized, but with a focus behind his gaze - a man who has seen this dream before.

"C-come on. Come on, you can do it. You need to wake up. You're not here anymore, okay? You know you're not here. This is a dream."

It's all slipping. Your name was Otegine. You... existed, once. You were loved, once. You had purpose, didn't you? And you...

You feel so, so hot... it fades to a pinpoint, to nothing that you can even remember but the dark and the red and the thundering, the hot hot hot hot--

And nothing else seems to matter. The second you stop existing hits like a snap, a sudden numbing freefall, fading into nothing but a dark maw--

"Wake up, Steinbeck! Come on!!!"

...

...



The memory ends.

Steinbeck is Steinbeck... and he is, thankfully, rightfully, whole.]