WEEK THREE

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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!

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[conchy]

[Is there no accounting for taste, or does Lobelia have immaculate taste in men? There truly is no telling.]

Certainement, but it still surprises me to see you donning a towel to join the common rabble. Is such a scandalous scene permitted back home?

[LOBELIA, HE'S NOT A NUN???]

[dupiety]

[He's going to take that lack of an answer to his question as a "yes"--]

It isn't scandalous in the first place. The social etiquette of a cleric like myself is not nearly so strict. I assure you I am not committing sacrilege by exposing my chest to the public.

[conchy]

Heh! That's almost disappointing.

[Hey, he's getting to that! First, he's lifting his fingers into the air, poised to snap them, in open mimicry of a threat... to do what, exactly? Well, Temenos will know when that snap connects and his towel mysteriously unravels itself and drifts away from his hips. Goodbye, towel. Hello, divine punishment.]

But let me assure you that I am the last person afraid of asking for a service. Still, by coming here, you've saved me the effort... but then I suppose I'm the one who owes you a favor, non?

1/2

[dupiety]

[Temenos watches Lobelia's every move with furrowed eyebrows, only to freeze up as he feels his towel suddenly getting away from him. There it goes...!]

[dupiety]

[But Temenos refuses to make a scene about this. Not with so many people around. Instead, he takes a deep breath and turns to Lobelia with a smile that is anything but nice.]

Do you truly think me so desperate for your company that I would waste the favor you owe me on it?

[chosenwang]

[ He's just going to give a whistle from where he is. We love the confidence. ]

[dupiety]

[Don't even start, he will zap you.]

[conchy]

[There's that delightfully dreadful look he's missed so much...! Unlike Temenos, who can manage to keep his expressions carefully measured, Lobelia doesn't even bother trying to hide a broad and toothy grin.]

Heheh! I should think not! If anything, I see you using that promised favor as a means to punish me down the line. I can't imagine you'll be kind when you've decided it's time for me to pay my dues.

[dupiety]

Perhaps I will, perhaps I won't. But every day you certainly find a new means of testing my patience.

[Lobelia is correct that he'll definitely know when it's time, though.]

So, are you going to tell me what your goal was with this cute little trick of yours? To embarrass me? Receive retaliation of some sort? Or something truly scandalous?

[conchy]

[Lobelia nods along with Temenos' assessment, altogether too pleased with himself. The answer may be simpler than Temenos expects!]

Now now, it's no fun if you guess all the answers at once! What do you suspect is the true raison for my actions?

[dupiety]

Mm. They all boil down to one thing, don't they?

[He slides a hand underneath the water and brushes it up against Lobelia's leg...

The water might be hot, but it may as well be boiling for Lobelia all of the sudden. Enjoy some more light magic. It's definitely going to leave a mark this time.]

Your amusement.

[conchy]

[What is Temenos doing? Boiling him alive...? Wonderful! He's been burned by Temenos before, but nothing like this! très bien, j'adore, ça fait tellement mal, etc. When will the man learn to stop rewarding him for misbehaving?]

Aaah... What pain! What exquisite agonie! Do you truly intend to kill me?!

[He wouldn't be that opposed, but he still has thing to do in this life. Ah, but right. Temenos is saying something. Lobelia has to swap his offensive hand away to answer his question, but he delivers his response with gusto and passion.]

Oui! Oui, oui, oui! And what a fine job you do entertaining me! I couldn't possibly ask for more!

[dupiety]

[He probably won't ever learn, because even if Lobelia enjoys the pain far too much, Temenos is beginning to enjoy inflicting it more than he should as well.]

You tempt me further with each passing day.

[But, no. He won't kill Lobelia. That would make for an embarrassingly short trial, wouldn't it?

He retracts his hand and places it on his chest to calm himself. He can't allow himself to get even a fraction as excited as Lobelia.]

How did I even come to be your source of entertainment, hm?

[Is this the gods finally sending him a sign? Is this how he's supposed to repent?]

[conchy]

[It's as Lobelia told him before: they really are two birds of a feather, two sides of the same morally dubious coin. While they both steal a moment to calm themselves down, Lobelia hums, considering his question in earnest.]

You've been one from the start! You were so quick to spin on your heel and stride away from me, but you didn't get too far before crawling back to my web. As the araignée in this metaphor, you've made my job quite easy. What a fine snack you've turned out to be!

[:yesvore:]

[dupiety]

[As Temenos reflects on that first day, he was immediately unimpressed with Lobelia's complete lack of interest in investigating the situation. And yet Lobelia is right- something made him turn around. And he just keeps. Coming. Back. Further into the web with each interaction.

Temenos had better be prepared for when the spider finally decides to stop teasing and actually strike.

Though his response is as flippant as ever, Lobelia can probably see the serious thought going on behind Temenos' eyes.]

Oh, is that all I am to you? A mere appetizer? You might be taking a bigger bite than you can chew, you know...

[conchy]

[Oh yes, he can easily see those gears turning. That alone has Lobelia chuckling, crossing his arms and returning the favor by appraising Temenos from head to toe. You know, as much as he can in the onsen. Very sacrilegious.]

Heheh! Don't try so hard to séduire me, Temenos. I can assure you such efforts are unnecessary.

[gluttoning]

[Oh, there it goes.

There's a briefly long-suffering look in Temenos' direction, tinged with empathy, but otherwise he's politely looking away. Lobelia sure is Lobelia.]

[dupiety]

[The solidarity is appreciated, but Temenos is going to pretend he didn't catch Beelzebub's gaze at all.]

[gluttoning]

[Understandable.

Fry his ass, Temenos.]

[gluttoning]

[Anyway whenever Temenos is done being Holy Air Fryer:

Here comes Beel with his runaway towel, wordlessly handing it out. Lobelia who, we don't know her.]

[dupiety]

[Oh, good! Now he doesn't have to go slinking around for it and trying not to expose himself in the process.]

You are an absolute lifesaver, dear Beelzebub. Thank you.