WEEK TWO

[killerwaves]

WEEK TWO

28 Vacationers

A week has passed on Sungem's Peak, filled with all kinds of interesting activities and discoveries. The return of the birdsong can almost disguise the disappearance of one of your number, if you're not too discerning or live in the Dove cabana.

Regardless, whether you've been relaxing and enjoying the amenities, or you've been focused on exploring the fine print behind your island vacation, come Monday there's something new for everyone to enjoy. Sometime overnight in the waxing hours when even the birds are asleep, a dock has risen up from the sea between the boutique and garden area. It leads to a walkway, or rather a railway, overgrown but entirely safe to walk on. Following it will grant you access to an entirely new island with plenty to see and do, complete with signage dubbing it Seagull's Playground.

Don't mind that you can't see the main island from there or vice versa, or that when you're walking on the railway between, you can't see anything but the ocean around you. It's all the more scenic, this way.

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TASKS:

Island Spirit
What better way to bond with your fellow vacationers than to be friendly and express physical affection? This can be anything from a hug, to a kiss, to holding hands, cuddling...platonic or romantic of course.
(REWARD: RARE!)

Songbirds
Find another islander and sing a duet with them. It's not about skill, but about having fun!
(Reward: Common)

Sharing is Caring
Teach another vacationer something, whether this be new knowledge or a new skill.
(Reward: Common)

(( REMINDER: Task submissions are due Friday by 9 PM EST/6 PM PST. ))

(( OOC: Please note that murder proposals are now open and are due by Tuesday at 4 PM EST / 1 PM PST. Come one, come all, for ye olde murder traditional.

Also, as always, your admins can be contacted for a chat. ))

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Comments

[immortalpoet]

Good sense of smell.

[He shrugs his shoulders back.]

It was easy for me. [And.....hm.] No. I'll find something.

[gluttoning]

Mn. You're strong.

[Possibly. Who knows, maybe he just killed 1000 chipmunks or something.]

What cabin are you in? I've got a spare or two.

[immortalpoet]

Kingfisher.

[A little beat.]

You don't really need to.

[gluttoning]

I know.

But I'd like to return the favor for helping me get to the buffet the other day without letting me do something I'd regret.

[His smile is slight.]

So... we're even this way.

[immortalpoet]

...

[He closes his eyes and heaves a long-suffering sigh.]

Fine. Whatever.