WEEK THREE

[killerwaves]

WEEK THREE

26 Vacationers

The events of the past weekend, the past week, may linger on your mind as you awaken to the sun rising on your third week on Sungem's Peak. The rays of the sun are welcoming as always, and so are the amenities, and the new island— Kingfisher's Retreat.

The theme this week certainly seems to be relaxation and excitement, perhaps with a mind to distract all vacationers that your number has decreased by two. Or maybe you're the type to take a plunge in the name of your sacrificed vacationers? Either way, there's plenty of do, including more tasks for the objective minded.

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TASKS:

Dear:
How are you enjoying your vacation? Are you missing your friends or family back home? Write them a postcard and post it on the bulletin board!
(REWARD: RARE!)

Gifts:
Everyone loves gifts, so this week give one to someone else! It can be a physical gift, a gift from the heart, or any other kind of gift.
(REWARD: RARE!)

Take a Plunge
Take advantage of the waterfall, cold plunge, or even plain trust with one another. The point is to take a leap of faith together!
(Reward: Common)

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

(( OOC: Murder proposals are due by Tuesday at 4 PM EST / 1 PM PST, for the current week's murder. Feel free to submit for later weeks too!

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

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Comments

un: jadefield

[necrotiem]

Does that make you feel better? It must be satisfying to tell them so directly you'll not give them a moment of your time.

[immortalpoet]

yes. these polls are a waste of time.

[conchy]

Oh dear... Could you be homesick?

[necrotiem]

I don't know. I think the second question could reveal some interesting cases of personality.

I think you're quite extraordinary, for example, but I think you'd rather not be.

[gluttoning]

[In the same handwriting as the postcards:]

I'd rather be there than here.

[immortalpoet]

i'm a color. that's basically the city itself slapping on "extraordinary" on you and calling it a day.

doesn't matter to me, anyways.

un: makuracover

[dakicover]

I’ll answer #7 so that our admins don’t feel bad about asking stupid questions 🤣

Unremarkable would be fine with me! Being considered “extraordinary” by others brings so many problems that normal people don’t really think about.

[conchy]

Understandably. It sounds as if you're the pillar of support for those waiting for you back home.

un: patriarch

[diabolizes]

lol

[immortalpoet]

:|

[necrotiem]

Why not one of the shops? I shall acquire something to give you in exchange for the meanwhile.

[Never mind that they've had access to the gift shop and the boutique all along and that nothing from there will really count as a gift anyway...

It'll make for a good placeholder, and also she doesn't care all THAT much about equivalent exchange.]

[gluttoning]

I want them to stay safe.

Stop writing notes. This is getting annoying. Just come find me.

[conchy]

[But isn't writing notes back and forth the point?! These spoiled people and their networking... Anyway, Lobelia does just that, hunting Beelzebub down in person about ten minutes later.]

Bonne journée! Ah... but I suppose it may not be such a fine day for you. Tell me, who is it that you're so sorely missing?

[diabolizes]

:)

does saying blocked make you feel better old man

[gluttoning]

[Oh my god why is it you he's just trying to enjoy a XXXL slushie over here on the beach]

...Lobelia.

[Sighs. He lowers the straw from his lips with his free hand.]

Are you talking about the cards?

[immortalpoet]

:/

[conchy]

[Haha! Surprise!! Lobelia settles next to him without an ounce of shame or hesitation.]

Bien sûr! It was you who wrote the cards in question, non?

[Just tell him he's right. That's all he really wants to hear.]

un: bishopkallamar

[hearnoplague]

I refuse to awnser the first question.

The second, I would prefer to be extraordinary for obvious reasons.

[ Ten minutes pass... ]

As for the third, I was quite happy with my world until a certain heretic and his damned vessel ruined everything.

[gluttoning]

[Squinting at the sudden shove into his personal space, but he takes more care to pull his drink away from Lobelia than himself.]

Some of them. I signed the ones I wrote.

[He takes a second to look over Lobelia with caution.]

You're my question asker, huh. Okay.

Why do you want to know so bad?

[conchy]

[Ah, such a lack of trust... What did he do to deserve such cold treatment? On second thought, don't answer that. Lobelia doesn't particularly care.]

Call it simple curiosity! I'm quite fond of my family myself, you know— and I miss them more than I care to admit.

[immortalpoet]

"heretic"?

[microtransactions]

[ glances briefly at wang lu before beaming. ]

I think we do mind, actually!

[ cheerfully! he doesn't seem to be armed, outside of maybe the harpoons skywarp is going for, but it doesn't appear to bother him? ]

Real sorry about your foot and all that, my guy, but come on, you know how this works! You can't get something for nothing, after all.

We might be willing to trade them, but what have you got to offer us, hm?

[townmusician]

Racing and fighting…?

[Well, fighting makes sense for Xiao. He lives and breathes combat, from what Haruka has gathered, though racing is more of a surprise.

Both options fill him with mild dread, though. Is guiding him through how to use a (fake) steering wheel better or worse then teaching Xiao combos? It’s not like Haruka even knows all of them, depending on what games the arcade has…

Well, if Xiao is willing to learn, Haruka is willing to teach, though he might not be the best teacher.]

I think there’s some cabinets this way.

[And he’ll lead them over to the fighting games! Combos it is.]

[skyworp]

Ugh.

[Skywarp - perhaps surprisingly - knows when to pick his battles. A golden portal opens up behind him.]

Be right back.

[WORP - there he goes, falling backwards through the portal somewhat ungracefully. A few minutes later he comes back the way he left, albeit looking a little worse for wear.]

Here. How are these?

[On the table he sets down a set of Kunai and a curious mask. They’re really not much to offer, but he’s Skywarp. He’s got confidence.]

[idologue]

[ Lacus giggles as she takes his arm. What a gentleman! This is promising to be a good change of pace already. ]

I can't imagine something made to look like gold to be very effective, but fruit...? Fruit smell is its own kind of joy already!