WEEK 4

[killerwaves]

WEEK FOUR

24 Vacationers

What started with a week promising relaxation turned into something else entirely. It might be nice to try to grab a quiet moment after the whirlwind of the weekend, but there's something to be said about keeping up the momentum too.The island open to you this week, Dodo's Outlook, seems to have that in mind, or at the very least, keeping your mind occupied. All damage to the island buildings has been fixed by Monday morning at least, but noticeably there are less palm trees than before where the damage was the heaviest. Explorers too will find that the area behind the waterfall has been completely sealed off with solid rock.

Whether you're the type to commune with the nature of marine life in the aquarium, the cosmos in the planetarium, or to spin your own tale in the theater, there's plenty to do and enjoy. As always there's task to complete too, and after all you've been through by now, what's a little more bonding in the pursuit of prizes?

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TASKS:

In the stars:
Compare your astrology sign with someone else, and find out if you're a match!
(REWARD: RARE!)

Say Cheese:
Take a selfie with someone else and share it with the network. Make it silly, romantic, zany, or however else you want to express yourself!
(REWARD: RARE!)

Encore!:
Everyone loves a performance. Give someone or several someones a performance however you like, music not required.
(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

[necrotiem]

[Speak for yourself, WWX...a resentful husk is much easier to raise.]

Unless they have something they cannot or will not tell us, though if they felt confident enough to expose themselves in public...that's a conjecture without evidence.

They have limited communicative capacity...much as our own abilities have been limited. As a fellow specialist on the dead, what do you suppose can be done with this?

[diabolizes]

[ But his friends! Well… friend! He can’t have him feeling resentful!! ]

Their communication is limited, so what we can do is find a way for them communicate that’s easier to handle. I wonder if possession could be a viable option. Still limited, but easier for us to ask questions.

[necrotiem]

One of your specialties? I wonder if it's doable.

[Waltaquin crosses her arms, deep in thought.] They were very encouraging of survival above all else. It was a great lark at the time, but I think we're missing a piece of the puzzle.

Think what you want, but a "stay alive, take care of yourselves, win" rallying muster from Vergilius, even in his usual taciturn charm, is a little noteworthy.

[diabolizes]

I agree. The old man was a complete asshole, I doubt he would ever want to give us a piece of encouragement like that by his own free will.

[ He means that positively, believe it or not. ]

There's something that they know that we are unaware of, that's for sure. Do you think conferring with them more would give us any insight into that, or are their hands tied?

[dancing_flames]

... not as much of one as you might think.

[His contribution from the corner over here.]

[diabolizes]

I promise I mean it as a compliment.

[ He grins. ]

But if you'd like to share some stories of his kindness while he can't stop you, I'm all ears.

[dancing_flames]

Heh. Unfortunately for the rest of you, I'm just going to leave you all guessing.

[In part because he is also trying not to look soft!!]

[diabolizes]

Not brave enough to say on the off-chance his ghost haunts you at night? I understand.

[ hehe ]

[dancing_flames]

Frankly, there could be much worse people than Vergilius haunting me at night.

[You know, like Lobelia.]

[diabolizes]

Hahaha! I think you're right. The old man would get bored of it after an hour or two.

[ Haunting takes some serious commitment, after all. ]

[immortalpoet]

[wow tsun]

[dancing_flames]

[blows kiss]

[necrotiem]

Hyehyehyeh! [All she can do is laugh in agreement at the first part.] Yes, and he must have known that telling me that anything's boring is the fastest way to kill my interest in it. [Pun unfortunately very much intended.]

I presume their hands must be tied or we may not be looking under the right rocks.

[diabolizes]

Then shall we go upturn every rock on these islands? We could at least rule out evidence we have yet to find, if anything.

[necrotiem]

[She cockily rests her hands on her hips, chin lifted proudly.]

Given that at least one secret was found behind a very literal rock, let's. If death is so "boring," then a little wanton destruction for the living will keep things spicy for us!

[...They can overturn some metaphorical rocks as well.]

[dancing_flames]

I'll come with you. More fun than just sitting around waiting for things to happen.

[What can he say, he's a career soldier.]

[diabolizes]

The more the merrier!

[dancing_flames]

And the more firepower, the more effective.

[necrotiem]

My, we're forming a little scouting party rather quickly. Are you sure you're up to the task so soon after your little affair?

[Perhaps he would prefer to convalesce a little longer?]

[dancing_flames]

Let's just say Temenos' healing is more useful than I'd been expecting. I'm ready to go whenever.

[And honestly, even if he wasn't, this is a man who got stabbed clean through the shoulder and then promptly reopened the wound trying to fight less than two weeks later...]

[diabolizes]

[ Ah, he loves to see cockiness like this in others. Just like his own! ]

That it will! Would you like to participate in some destruction together, Waltaquin?

[microtransactions]

Ooh, are we blowing things up on purpose now?

[diabolizes]

Why not? Would you like to join us?

[necrotiem]

Oohh, do you even think you have to ask me? Hehehe...hahaha!

I hope we don't leave too much of a mess for our fastidious keepers. [Hehe.]

[diabolizes]

If I hadn't grown fond of those little robots, I'd hope that he would make too much of a mess!

[ After all, it's hard not to be fond when he's now got a robot kitty of his own. ]