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

[hearnoplague]

It is food that has probably been sitting out in the open for heavens know how long... And we still have plenty of food here.

[ Takes a bite from his bowl of random seafood... ]

[immortalpoet]

When did you get it?

[He has a point, but still!]

[hearnoplague]

A few days ago, I believe. Why?

[immortalpoet]

...I wonder if we get extra things at the same time.

[hearnoplague]

Possibly. What did you receive from those golems?

[immortalpoet]

Something to decorate one's nails.

[hearnoplague]

... That probably belongs to the conceited red furred woman, give it to her.

[ He says while waving him off like a prissy noblewoman. ]

[immortalpoet]

....Fur? Also no. I don't want to.

[hearnoplague]

Or whatever that is growing on top of your heads.

[ Hair, fur. Same thing. ]

But very well, do what you will. I care little for that woman anyhow.

[immortalpoet]

Hair.

[It's hair.]

I don't think anyone does. [A beat.] Who can you tolerate here, anyways?