Event: Healing Waters

[voidtreckermods]

"Good morning passengers, it is day twenty three of the month of Grasshopper. All passengers of the Voidtrecker Express require rest. Next stop Jema’grethy Island. All passengers prepare to disembark."

It is a very strange morning message that rings through the train on the morning of day twenty three but as the passengers of the Voidtrecker Express wake their screens glow with the colour of the void and a holographic screen pops up for them to read.

World #2554098133741: A world once inhabited by an ancient civilisation and now preserved as a historical site, nature reserve and well-being retreat. It is famous for its relaxing hot springs, calming atmosphere and beautiful beaches.

It is a popular void-traveller destination, particularly among void missionaries as a place to rest and recuperate after difficult missions.

The Voidtrecker Express will spend three days here, arriving today and leaving on day twenty six of the month of Grasshopper. The dressing carriage is open for your convenience.

It is time for a holiday it seems!

Preparation

For those who go to explore the dressing carriage they will find a variety of beachwear and wetsuits. One cupboard has a pile of tents and groundsheets in all four team colours.

One cabinet is exclusively filled with beach towels, in a kaleidoscope of colours, designs and patterns. Another is filled with different shapes and sizes of plain towel dressing gowns. There is even a cabinet with buckets, spades and small rock-pooling nets.

It seems they are in for quite an adventure.

Arrival

"Shortly arriving on World #2554098133741. Exit from void in ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two, one."

The train lurches and rattles as it leaves the void they will get a glimpse of silver-purple sky and a beautiful ocean below.

However some passengers might be a little more than distracted, one staring at that table for a second too long, another seeming lost in thought for a couple of seconds, a longer than normal pause in a sentence. They see a vision, a glimpse of a life that is not their own. Not all at once, but here and there as the train descends to the island.

But then it is gone and things are back to normal. Just in time, as they come to land.

Jema’grethy Island

The train has landed on a grassy ridge, overlooking a beautiful beach of white sand and the ocean beyond. It is warm, but not too hot, a cool ocean breeze cutting through the heat making it pleasant. Behind them is a grassy plain, changing to forest in the distance. There is the sound of birdsong in the purple sky. To the west the land is more craggy, the silhouette of a fortress in the distance. In a word, it is idylic. A sense of peace permeates the island.

A little more worrying is the volcano-like structure in the north. But even a quick glance will show it is not a typical volcano. There is no smoke and the liquid slowly running down it in rivulets is pink and blue.

Exploring the passengers will find beautiful beaches, ragged cliffs to walk and caves to explore. Where it is more craggy the beaches are made of pebbles- perfect for rock pooling.

The place has no people, but it is clearly maintained. The eastern beaches have racks of shallow boats, both canoes and one- or two-person sailing dinghies. There is also a small building in which scuba gear is stored, along with several waterproofed manuals and instructional literature.

Ruins of ancient houses are scattered across the island, but the main settlement is built into a rocky section in the north-west that has been secured with ropes and stairways cut into the cliffs, perfect for scrambles and hikes.

There are no living quarters, but there are sheltered sections with basic toilet facilities marked as camping grounds in five different sections of the island - by the hot springs, within the ruined fortress, beside the harbour, on the eastern beaches, and on the northern face of the mountain.

Hot Springs

To the west are the hot springs. They have both outdoor and indoor areas; the indoor areas being wooden loghouse saunas, changing rooms and storage sheds, whilst the outdoor areas are a tiered series of pools spilling down the side of the mountain and shaded by brightly flowering trees. The waters are hot, mineral-rich and soothing.

Perfect for overly stressed, world weary Void heroes...

(OOC: More setting information is here, please feel free to go wild with the setting and have a fun and relaxing time. You can use this post as a catch all for your holiday or make your own posts on middleofsomewhere. More information about how the memory event is structured is here!)

Comments

[spikelet]

She nods, sagely. She knows she's doing him a big favour, after all. He should definitely appreciate it.

"I'm staying with Buttercup, at her 'secret base'." Her tone makes it clear that this is an incredibly childish thing to call it. Which she is, of course, far too mature to appreciate, and is humouring the younger girl.

She's a good liar, okay. Too bad Wei Wuxian knows that.

[only_one_wei]

"Oh, secret bases are awesome. Does it have a name?" Wei Wuxian asked. "I once had one called the Demon Slaughtering Cave, myself," he said with a grin.

He didn't even pretend to believe her on that one. Secret bases were cool.

[spikelet]

Her shoulders hunched up defensively. Instead of admitting that she hadn't thought of one that sounded as cool as that, she lit an internal candle for her sanity and stepped right into his bait.

"What kind of a name is that? That's so creepy!"

[only_one_wei]

"What? It's a good, honest name!" Wei Wuxian said, grinning at her. "I am the Grandmaster of Demonic Cultivation, and that was my home base, in the middle of the Burial Mounds." Because it was the only safe place to hide the last remnants of the Wen clan.

"What would you have called it?"

[spikelet]

Don't just call her out like that, what the fu-- Wait.

Wait.

"You're the what?" Oh, yeah, he was called Wei something, right? Ha. "Nice try, but he's an ugly old man."

She'd seen the posters and amulets, okay? She wasn't an idiot.

[only_one_wei]

Wei Wuxian glared at her. "I am not! Those posters do not do me justice!" That was something he'd discovered recently, that he'd become such a bogey man that they made him ugly in all the pictures. He was very, very not happy with that and had destroyed one wanna-bes collection over it.

"I can prove it, if you want. What is something only he can do?"

[spikelet]

"How am I meant to know? There's too many stories." She glared back, cheeks puffing with the force of her pursed lips. "If he was here... the grandmaster of demonic cultivation..."

Would probably kill her and raise her as a resentful corpse, right? Good thing he was definitely full of shit. She looked away, suddenly and deliberately artless.

"If he were here, he'd agree to do my chores for a month."

[only_one_wei]

[There is a definite smirk from the man who basically saw the entire last two years of her life, directly from her ghost.]

I already do, we're both Blue Team, remember?

Honestly, I'm not the monster everyone says I am. Lan Zhan likes me. [He gave her a look that indicates that while he has other proof, that really does trump everything else.]

[spikelet]

Yeah, calling bullshit on that one. She snapped, "You do not," with all of the indignation of a teenager, before remembering the actual debate they were meant to be having.

Remembered blank, dead eyes and iron nails and bleeding mouths. Shuddered.

"I just said, there's too many stories, who knows which are true, and which are people making trouble? And don't just hide behind teacher Lan like that!" It's bad enough that it works. Ugh.