WEEK 5

[killerwaves]

WEEK FIVE

21 Vacationers

The weekend sure was something, wasn't it? Tempers flared, explosions burst, and some were treated to an immersive sand bath experience. Come Monday at least, things seem quieter though not in the unnatural still way—the distortions on the islands have receded sometime in the night (with some impressive firework-like booms that may have stirred your sleep, at that; and the waves seem a little higher this morning) and the various amenities on the island have been made orderly again. Though, as always, some traces remain in the landscape; the waterfall looks like it has seen better days, though it's no longer in danger of coughing up debris on your head if looked at wrong.

This week like the rest brings new locations for you to explore, on Kakapo's Nest though it seems like only one of them really fits the vacation vibe. Hope you like snow!

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WEATHER ALERT:

Bulletin:
Starting Monday morning and continuing throughout the week, pollen counts will be elevated. This is expected to last until late Thursday

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TASKS:

Breathe Freely:
Enjoy the great outdoors with a fellow vacationer! It's never too late to appreciate nature.
(REWARD: RARE!)

(( Yes, only one task this week which is memshare with someone else. Have fun!
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, which is the last week of standard murder, week 6 being endgame!!

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

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[gluttoning]

Okay. I'll be right there!

[Time to drop what he's doing and immediately head that direction for TOMATO.]

[gluttoning]

[He's turning before Temenos even speaks up, the smell of burgers hitting him like a train.

Beel scrambles to his feet, wiping egg off his mouth and nearly knocking the kittybots back over in his haste. His stomach whines.]

Cheeseburgers...

[He grabs for one and instantly shoves the whole thing into his mouth, but at least pauses to acknowledge Temenos while sizing up the second one.]

H'd you kn'w r -- [Oh wait. Temenos doesn't like when he does this. He swallows.] Sorry. Good timing. How did you know I was needing a snack?

[dupiety]

[Tomato!!!

Temenos is waiting for Beelzebub outside of the pelican cabana when he arrives, holding the tomato in question.]

I'm not sure what the 'M' stands for, but it seems fresh and edible enough.

[dupiety]

[Oh no, after he'd just helped the kittybots out... RIP. But at least his plan worked.]

Mm. Merely a feeling. You see, I--

[This time it's his own stomach interrupting the conversation. His eyebrows furrow and he reaches for one of the cheeseburgers.]

Ahem. I believe I witnessed a memory of yours. Quite vividly, in fact.

Re: MEMSHARE CONTAINMENT

[butcherspice]

[Missed her so bad. Don’t pay attention to Billy.

I’m ok with any cws!]

[microtransactions]

i don't think i talk to him enough for that? there's gotta be someone who chats him up more often, right?

or are you saying it'll work no matter who's asking? should i just @ him right now on the network?

[handsheld]

yeah go for it

[idologue]

[ Lacus won't blame Nona for not being as high energy as always. If anything, she wills her own smile a little brighter to greet her. ]

I don't know... Mr. Pink, what do you say? Do you require your subjects to show such deference?

[ Mr. Pink's ears flap for a little moment, as if thinking. ]

Feeling fine! Let's play!

[ Lacus laughs. ]

I think this means he'd rather you help me decorate his castle!

1/2

[microtransactions]

yeah okay sure here goes nothing ★

2/2

[microtransactions]

[ and here we are, @ ing ho_oh or overhaul or however this works ]

Heeey, Overlord Ho-oh! I hear you've got a daughter who you're super proud of or something like that?

You should tell us about her! What's she like?

[gluttoning]

[He stops mid-bite.]

...I've never heard you that hungry. [Huh.]

You're sure it was mine?

[idologue]

[ An obvious end goal, huh? Lacus considers that for a moment. ]

Put like that, I immediately understand the appeal. We've spent so long now dealing with problems without clear solution, so it's nice to feel accomplished for once.

[ Maybe that is part of why she's allowed herself to get so immersed in Mario Kart, now that she considers it. ]

Did games like this not exist where you're from, either? You seem to have come from quite the different world...

Psyche Memshare Containment

[chrysaline]

[ If you want a memory writeup, here's a short list of possibilities! Feel free to hit me up either in requests or on Discord for something custom. These will be one-off writeups unless flagged otherwise, but you can reply to catch Psyche or PC me. ]

Basement - all your memories return here. There are no windows, but there are your books. (cw: child neglect; interactable optional for child Psyche)
Rival - the queen to your pawn. Your idol, strong and fearless and free-spirited. (cw: violence, misogyny)
Mystery - your father has been poisoned. The culprit is obvious, but that isn't the piece you play to capture. You need to make the whole board yours.
Ordination - a disaster. Dozens, maybe hundreds, are hurt or dying, and you are expected to simply watch. (cw: domestic terrorism, death)
Intrigue - scheming. An illicit meeting at the temple with a man who is, against his better judgment and rather against his will, your friend.

Memshare Requests

[chrysaline]

[ Drop a note here with what you're looking for + if you want it as a PC! If nothing listed suits, pick a theme or a tone and we can shake something else out. ]

Closed Memshares

[chrysaline]

[divector]

huh wait never?
can he even drink with that mask on
maybe he actually has a straw in there

Merlin - whole man disposal (cw: emotional abuse, manipulation)

[chrysaline]

[ For the observer, a beautiful scene:

The moon is full as the girl dashes her way up the hill. Her feet have carried her here so many times these past two years, but tonight her eyes are bright with tears rather than joy. The man waiting for her beneath the tree at the top watches her progress with interest; he flips back the hood of his cloak with a careless finger and smiles as she flings herself to the ground in front of him, her nails raking at the grass and dirt beneath them. ]

I was waiting for you. I knew you'd have something to say to me.

[ The things she wants to say are nearly choking her as they claw their way up from her throat, but what wins is: ]

Why did you trick me?!

I didn't trick you. I just didn't tell you.

How is that any different?!

[ It isn't, and he knows it isn't. But he looks at her with indulgence, as if she's the unreasonable one, and reaches out to caress her face. ] It's fine, Psyche. Nothing has changed— [ It is not fine. Everything has changed. For the first time since she's known him she bats his hand away from her. He is not entitled to console her for this choice he made himself, that he sprung on her like a trap. ]

But it has! Because of you, I... because of you, your highness, I've lied to Lady Medea. [ A misstep. She knows it instantly as the smile slips from his face; he's never liked their friendship. When he speaks again, it's cool and level, an adult scolding a child out of a tantrum. ]

You should be happy that your lover turned out to be the crown prince. What's with that attitude? Are you going to pretend that you don't know me now? [ His voice goes softer, more intimate. The coaxing voice he uses to whisper sweet things in her ear. ] I can play along… but remember the basement.

[ She does. No part of her can ever forget the basement. Her whole body freezes as a terror too old to be reasoned with sweeps through her, leaving her shivering and wordless. She can't draw breath to answer. The right move, this time. His expression gentles into a smile again. ]

You said that I was the one who saved you from that hell. Come here, Psyche. [ Does she obey? Or is it simply that her body collapses into his arms, a puppet with the strings cut? It doesn't matter. This time, either would be right. That smile presses against against her hair as he rewards her with a soft kiss to the top of the head. ] Good. Look at you. How could you go on living without me?

[ He's right. She knows he's right. Without him, all she's ever had is darkness. A god that does not answer. She can't go back, and so she holds on desperately, hiding her face against his chest. She can't go back, but how does she go on from here?

There is darkness in all directions. From one side wafts the acrid scent of disinfectant and from the other, the iron tang of blood. Which way, Magus of Flowers? ]

Wei Wuxian (cw: blood, eyes imagery)

[chrysaline]

[ You run. The pounding rhythm of your shoes against the cobblestones rings in your ears, too loud, echoing off buildings that are too tall, stretching up into a vast vast vast darkness. You've seen the sky in your books. There it's drawn beautiful, stars arrayed like the beads on your mother's embroidery, elegant and neat and brilliant. These stars shine like eyes. They watch your gasping progress as you stumble around the corner of an unknown street, waiting for the shouts of accusation to follow you.

(it's not right. part of you knows it's not right. the shoes are wrong; when have you had those, when it's always been the cool stone of the basement under your bare feet? the heavy braid flopping against your back with each stride is wrong. who tied that for you? the streets, the sky, the fabric of the skirts clutched in your small fists is wrong wrong wrongwrongwrong)

You're certain of the pain. The lancing ache in your side, the burning of lungs unused to exertion as you try to force yourself onward. The throbbing in your arm where it was seized in someone's grip earlier. (who? how? why?)

You're certain of the blood. The smell of it is thick on the night air, choking you. It's around every turn, matted into your braid, splattered on your dress, your hands, your face. The harsh iron taste of it is in your mouth with each shuddering breath. And sprawled on the stones in front of you is the reason why. You know it but your eyes refuse to make sense of it and you recoil, flinching backward from something you can't escape.

Remember anyway? ]

Memshare Containment

[hearnoplague]

[ Anyone unlucky enough to find these memories will be in the presence of a giant, demonic squid wearing a blue eyed crown. These are not going to be pleasant... For him. ]

[ Comment below for one of these general memshares or to request something else:

The Tower. Why the One Who Waits was chained, and an aftermath. (CW: Mild gore, dismemberment, Trauma on the ears, eyes, and head.)

The Moon. An attempt to seek guidance after the death of a brother. (CW: Mental issues, mention of genocide)

Death, reversed. Kallamar faces the Lamb one last time...? (CW: Body horror, unreality, time loops)

And a blanket content warning for all the cult stuff. ]

[handsheld]

never
i mean ive seen him with a regular mask but thats it
but its not like we eat together or anything

[idologue]

[ There is such mundane cruelty to this memory. Something about that makes it hit harder. There is no death here, not of the literal kind. It's all just people being horrid to each other and unearthing raw emotions in doing so.

It makes her sad in a very heavy, mundane way.

She really hasn't talked to Haruka in forever. And even if she's not sure he wants to talk to her either, it feels... rude to receive a part of him and let it pass without comment.

It is time to wander the islands on the look-out for her fellow idol! ]

[divector]

Yeah, it is nice to have something simple and uncomplicated to wind down with.

[ Especially when there's a lot of food for thought around. ]

It...probably does? [ He has to think about it for a moment. ] There's no way game production would be prioritized, but I don't see why they wouldn't exist at all. I wouldn't be surprised if there were repurposed ones that was originally for research.

[divector]

so there's nothing disproving the straw theory
or the secret denture theory
good to know!

[handsheld]

lmfao
if he has dentures wouldnt that make him at least 60?

[microtransactions]

same way i do maybe

very carefully

and sneakily!