WEEK TWO

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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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[conchy]

[Lobelia sings with oomph and gusto all the way to the end, but ah! His ears are ringing so loudly that he almost doesn't hear Skywarp's question. Pulling on a smile, Lobelia shakes his head.]

Je vais bien! You performed wonderfully, Monsieur Skywarp, but I must admit that my sense of hearing is not as indestructible as yours. In comparison to you, I'd imagine humains are quite delicate creatures.

[skyworp]

Are you really so fragile?

[He says it with a slight air of condescension; of course, organics were just that much squishier, but it seemed that weakness extended to other areas as well.]

Shame. I'd hoped to go for another round.

[conchy]

Heheh! I can't exactly argue, can I?

[Fragile... He's never thought of himself as someone fragile before, but then again, the people who have managed to inflict genuine pain on him are few and far between.]

I would be happy to engage you in another round, but my hearing is quite important to me. How would you feel if someone tore out your haut-parleurs and reduced them to rubble?

[skyworp]

Come again?

[The French has finally surpassed him : he has no idea what Lobelia is on about.]

[conchy]

Tsk tsk...

[Why can't you be a French robot, Skywarp?]

The device within you that processes and receives sound. How would you feel to have such a function disabled permanently?

[skyworp]

[Ah, right. He nods thoughtfully.]

I’d have only myself to talk to again. There’s worse company. But a dance is better with two.

[Hmmm…yeah he supposes he understands.]

[conchy]

Again? Were you unable to speak previously? How dreadful!

[A world without sound is one Lobelia shudders to imagine.]

[skyworp]

Only to myself. There was no one else around, you see. Nothing, endlessly.

[He grins.]

Makes this quite the change of pace. Couldn’t have asked for better.

[conchy]

Heh! That's even worse than I'd imagine! It's a merveille you didn't simply go insane.

[Then again............... Skywarp's already got a few screws loose, doesn't he?]

As I see it, we've been afforded a valuable opportunity here on this island! There's no sense in letting it go to waste. I'm glad you see it as I do, Monsieur Skywarp.

[skyworp]

[He laughs at the comment about his sanity, as if to confirm it some way or another.]

Yes, it is refreshing not to be alone in this. Though I’m curious. What were you doing before?

[conchy]

Heh! Good question!

[He'll answer it... honestly, but it's worth noting that some salient details have been excluded from his explanation.]

I was enjoying life just as anyone ought to back home, meting out destruction as I went along. This little deviation is a change from the norm, but given the entertainment we've been promised, I can't say I mind it much.

[skyworp]

[He nods along, in full agreement - this is something different, but he can't complain.

One thing does pique his interest, however. He's eager to know more than Lobelia's letting on.]

What sorts of destruction?

[conchy]

Your line of questioning is quite forward, Monsieur Skywarp! I appreciate your brazen approach, but answering you in earnest might get me in trouble.

[He intends to live, thank you very much. Going into detail regarding his methods would only draw suspicion, wouldn't it? He's a very busy conch man with business to attend to back home, you see. Still, there's always room for a little playful ribbing.]

Shall I destroy you by means of demonstration?

[skyworp]

We're among friends, aren't we?

[He's hurt, Lobelia, HURT that you would expect him to get you into any sorts of trouble.]

But I'd rather if you demonstrate, it's not on me. I need to make it back to Cybertron in one piece. Whenever that may be.

[Smash cut to: losing his foot at the trial.]