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)

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(( 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!

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[gluttoning]

It does. Still, a hole is a hole for a long time when you lose somebody.

Did you have any siblings? Or was it just you?

[conchy]

Mm, I understand that well.

[He does miss his parents even if he doesn't regret what happened to them.]

Non, I am an only child. I do wonder what life might have been like had I a younger sibling or two to care for, though. Still, there may be some merit to the idée that only children are quite spoiled. What do you think?

[gluttoning]

I wouldn't know. My family has always been big.

[The youngest were always plenty spoiled, sure, but that's not much of a point to make.]

I could see you being spoiled, though.

[conchy]

I see... So that must mean you have siblings after all. Many of them, perhaps! I can hardly imagine what growing up must have been like.

[gluttoning]

Mn. I have six brothers.

I haven't known anything else, so I don't know how to answer that. But I never minded it.

[conchy]

That's quite the brood!

[Someone's parents were awfully busy. Luckily for Beel, Lobelia keeps that comment to himself.]

You must've had little time to yourself with so many frères to look out for. Did you fight with them often?

[gluttoning]

Yeah, of course we fight. Most of the time we can find an understanding. But I think every family must have their disagreements. And I have some I've always gotten along with better than others.

[conchy]

I suppose they must! I can't say I ever argued with my parents, but they say siblings are the cause of most of the dysfunction in a family unit.

[Again, not that Lobelia knows. He's been spoiled rotten since the day he was born by overly loving and doting parents. He could truly do no wrong in their eyes.]

Regardless, I take it you love them dearly... so your note seemed to suggest.

[gluttoning]

Weird thought. But... I guess it's not wrong.

[He sighs, returning to his slushie.]

I do. I love them a lot. Even when we have our fights.

I'm going to try to get back home to them.

[conchy]

That's a noble goal, Beelzebub! All you need to do now is focus on surviving that long.

[And maybe avoid people like Lobelia?? But clearly that isn't going to happen.]

Ah, and take care not to find yourself in any precarious situations. With a temper like yours, who knows what might happen...?

[gluttoning]

[...]

...What about you?

What's your goal, Lobelia?

[conchy]

Hm? Returning home, of course! My beloved archive is waiting for me, along with Maman and Papa. I've been dreadfully homesick, you know!

[gluttoning]

...

You said all your family had passed on.

[What gives?]

[conchy]

Oui! Correct! It relives me to know your memory isn't as hollow as your stomach.

[Lobelia smiles, giving a wistful sigh.]

What remains of Maman and Papa are contained within the conques that I recorded their final moments with. Alas, nothing of my archive arrived with me on the island! La tragédie!

[gluttoning]

Their final moments, huh.

[To remember a loved one in their final moments...were they peaceful? Or...

...

Guilt crawls on his face as thick as a cloud, and his hand clenches tighter to his shirt.]

...Well, hopefully you can go home to reunite with your, uh. Memories, I guess.