Welcome to The Resort - Activities 001

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The Resort Motto:

Don't resort to drastic measures
Have your life re-sorted
Come visit The Resort

WELCOME TO THE RESORT



How did you get here? Did you arrive willingly, wanting a break from it all? Or did you unexpectedly find a path through your dreams or magic gone wrong? Was there a random flash of light and suddenly you were standing in a strange place?

A teleportation machine, to be exact.

Either way, now you're at The Resort and the friendly staff are here to answer your questions and hand you brochures on all the sights and amenities.

The Resort is surrounded by snow-capped mountains and ringed by a lush green forest. The middle areas are beautifully situated with fantastic views from every angle and perfectly maintained cabins and gardens await you. If you try to leave, you'll just find yourself back home.

You are not trapped here.

Go out and explore.

Guided tours will be on offer as well as a warming bonfire highlighted on the night, conveniently located between the cabin and activity areas. All the safety measures are in place but accidents could happen. Marshmallows on sticks and various snacks and drinks are on offer. All for free. You don't need money at The Resort. Everything is complimentary so relax and enjoy your time here.


A FAMILIAR PLACE

Or maybe this place isn't so perfect and unfamiliar.

Maybe some parts look just like some place you recognize - whether or not you want to be there.

What will you find? Who will you find?

You could wander into any situation here, the limits are your imagination and personal experiences...


BOATING



Paddle boats and rowboats are available at the lake. You are also welcome to go for a swim in the sparkling waters, which are cool and inviting - at least on the surface. Most visitors encounter nothing sinister here yet there are whispers of some creature living deeper within the lake. What is it? The stories vary depending upon who is telling it.

Check out the lake and find out for yourself. Probably nothing bad will happen...


ARCHERY AND MORE

The Activities Area is extensive and seemingly unlimited in what you can find to occupy your time. There's an archery range; a shooting range; table tennis and regular tennis. You want to try something? You'll find it somewhere here. There's even a carnival section with a merry-go-round and dodge 'em cars, accommodating all ages who just want to have a bit of harmless fun.

Whether or not something darker is lurking... well, again there are rumours but nobody knows for sure.


PETTING ZOO AND HORSE-RIDING



The zoo appears to house every animal, bird and living creature you have heard of - and some you haven't. Cuddle a koala. Hold a python. Let an eagle sit on your arm or head. Even the more dangerous animals are mostly tame enough to not attack you - usually. Mishaps can occur.

The staff and signage all encourage that you pet them, regardless of how cute or deadly they are. You should be fine.

Is that a unicorn? Yes, even mythological creatures can be found here.

Horse-riding is also available and you may even ride out of the zoo and take to the forest or mountain trails. Nibbles provided for the horses.


RELAX



Just want to unwind? Visit the lovely park and smell the gorgeous flowers. Take a bouquet with you. There are park benches, sheltered and unsheltered to enjoy the pleasant weather. If a sudden rain hits, you can enjoy that from the shelters.

Or spend some time shopping and browsing; having a meal at the food court.

All the staff encourage you to relax. If you ask, they may even direct you to the spa and massage facilities for extra relaxation time.

Whatever you want or need, you will find it at The Resort.

Comments

[dreamforger]

[It was true. Complicated, admittedly. But still true. He needed Proko, needed him with him, at his side, in his life. He doesn't know what he would have done if he'd gone from the misery of all the shit that happened on the 4th to being here alone. But in reverse, the fact that he is here feels almost like hope. He thought that he'd burned out all his optimism, but somehow being here with him was... he didn't know.

Something.

He leans in when the other boy sits down next to him, shoulders touching, and K presses closer so that their hair almost touches. He was special, not that Kavinsky was good at showing him that. But he felt wrecked right now, wished he could rewind everything, do it over, do it better. He did appreciate that Proko hasn't really blamed him for all of it.]

Yeah, there is. And I know. I just thought.. I dunno, man. That we could be assholes together.

But I wasn't enough for him. I didn't even-- I didn't think that he was going to ditch Gansey forever or something. I just didn't think he'd throw me away, either. Not after dreaming together like that. He used me. I helped him dream Gansey's car and he just.. left. I never mattered. He, uh.. he told me it was never going to be you and me. Like it was impossible. Like how I felt was a fucking joke.

[Is that what you thought, Lynch had asked, and his blue eyes felt scathing. Kavinsky seems to run out of words, or at least out of the ability to say them. His shoulders crumpling a little, curling inwards as his head falls for a moment. He looks like he's about to say something, but then he doesn't. He just wraps his arms around the other boy, tugging him back with him to lie on the mattress, tangling their legs together, like he needs to be closer.]

Just-- like we used to.

[He murmurs the words, almost more a soft vibration of the sound pressed against Proko's cheek than words. It's warm breath, not quite a kiss. It's a little bit desperate, a little bit like he's pleading for it. Of course, there's a lot more than just laying on a mattress together tied up for K in that sentiment of like we used to. But he's not pushing. Not here, not tonight. He's quiet for a while, but then he sighs, trying to find the words. The ones he says aren't the right ones, not really.]

It should be.

[dreamedboy]

[Proko almost said that they could be assholes together. But- he wasn't sue if that would have been selfish or not. It was a good thing Lynch wasn't around; Proko might not have been able to resist the urge to punch him. He'd deserve it, too.]

You deserve better. [His voice was soft but earnest.] Someone who appreciates you and really cares. The way you feel isn't a joke. And you're not- you shouldn't be thrown away.

[Kavinsky was worth so much more than that. He mattered more to Proko than anyone else in the world.

He moved easily with K, lying down with him and looping an arm around him, eyes fluttering shut for a moment. God, but Proko wanted to kiss him. He managed to hold himself back from it, though.]

I wish I could-

[He shook his head and didn't finish.]

[dreamforger]

Yeah well, nice boys don't go for someone like me.

[Fuck, but his words catch, and he actually sniffles a little at the words that Proko said, at the way that he followed him down to the bed so that they were laying together. The other boy's arm curled around him, and there's something about the words and the way that they trail into silence. He doesn't quite know why, but they catch in his chest, and there's something about him that's desperate to not just let it go like that.]

You wish you could... what?

[His voice is soft, unsure. Kavinsky is almost fragile in the moment. All the ways he's been trying to hide, but that were obvious from the ways that everything back home had gone wrong. He presses his face softly into Proko's shoulder, just letting himself be wrapped up in his arms, in the warmth of it, the feeling-- If he hadn't been so miserable from how Ronan had left him, the fact that he ghosted him. Maybe they could have just curled up like this in each other's arms, and maybe Kavinsky would still be alive. God, he fucked everything up.

He knows he doesn't deserve a second chance, but he wants it anyway. He wants this, he wants a world where he didn't fuck everything up over a boy that didn't even care about him, where he could let his sorrow ebb against the one boy that made him feel like living might be worth it. He wanted- more. To find out if there was more for someone like him.

Kavinsky did also sort of want Proko to fuck him until he couldn't think of Lynch's name. But the moment was- he didn't know. Tender, maybe. Soft in a way he didn't want to ruin. It felt like there was something possible here. And while he was pretty sure that Proko wouldn't say no if he asked, he also... He didn't quite know, but he felt like he'd lose something if he pushed too fast at whatever was on the air.]

[dreamedboy]

[Was Proko a nice boy? He didn't think he qualified as one of those. Did K really want a nice boy? Or did he want someone who as just as reckless as he was but who would love him unconditionally? Proko didn't know what counted as what. He just knew how he felt.

He hesitated for a moment, pressing his fingers against the back of Kavinsky's neck, soft and tender.]

I wish I could be enough for you. [It was almost mumbled, soft and a little unsure.] I'd treat you right.

[He already knew Kavinsky like the back of his hand and he wouldn't even exist right now if it wasn't for K. He owed him a lot, but he also-]

You're my best friend and I love you.

[But he didn't know if he'd be enough for K, if he was set on finding a connection with another dreamer, or if he only thought of Proko as his friend/friend with benefits. He didn't want to lose K; he was so important to him. He just- he wanted to be with him.]

[dreamforger]

[Kavinsky thought that Proko was a nice boy. Messy, sure, but he was still- he was loyal and sweet, he kept him safe from everything except himself. He was by his side when Kavinsky needed him, needed to not be alone. He needed him, would drag him back through dreams just so that he didn't lose him. So, yeah. Kavinsky thought of him as a nice boy.

His eyelashes flutter over his eyes as Proko presses fingers to the back of his neck, and the soft pressure makes his breath catch. And then he stares at him, wide-eyed and unsteady as he clings to him. He wanted-- fuck, he didn't know what he wanted. But something shifts in how he looks at the other boy, like he was only just putting the pieces together, a realization that shifts how he sees him.

There's heat in his face, a flush at the idea that Proko wanted to treat him right. That he loved him. He cups his face in his hands, but then he falters, because he doesn't quite know what to say.]

I- you'd be enough. You've always... I just didn't think.

[He wants to kiss him, but he doesn't. He wants to press himself against him and hold onto him tight, breathe in the feeling. He almost thinks he has to be dreaming, because for a moment he feels almost weightless here with Proko, in the boy's arms, tangled together. His body trembles, overwhelmed suddenly for very different reasons than how he'd ended up in this place. He hesitates, looking at him a little shyly, although he tries to hide it.]

Do you want me?

[dreamedboy]

[He didn't know what he'd expected. For Kavinsky to reject him, maybe. For him to tell him they were just friends. But then K took his face in his hands and Proko nearly blushed. People didn't usually touch him like that- it was. It felt special. He hadn't been sure he'd be enough for Kavinsky, but- this was-]

It's okay. I haven't really talked about it.

[So if Kavinsky hadn't realized how Proko felt, it wasn't entirely on him. Proko was to blame too, for not speaking up about his feelings. He hadn't thought things would work out, so he'd never-]

Of course, I want you. I've wanted you for a long time. I just thought- I wasn't sure you wanted me.

[But K said he'd be enough. K said he'd- Proko stroked his fingers against the back of his dreamer's neck, gentle and affectionate.]

[dreamforger]

[Proko was special, always had been to him. He just- he hadn't known how to say it, so he didn't. He hadn't talked about his own feelings, either. He might have gotten there, before. But after.. it made things more complicated. What happened if he fucked it up, if Proko didn't want him? It was bigger than just making their friendship awkward. It was that letter K inked on his thumb, it was the fact that he'd dreamt him back to life.

If this place was proof of anything, it was that they were tied together.]

I've wanted you since-- the beginning, really. It's just.. you know I'm not good at this shit. If I couldn't be with you, I at least wanted you at my side.

[Selfish, but he hadn't been able to help himself. And then Proko had died, and Kavinsky had brought him back from a dream without even considering it. He couldn't live without him, so of course he'd done it. But how did he say it after that? It felt both too big, and too obvious. And how did he tell him without it seeming like a demand? It had been too messy, so he never said anything.

He murmured, helpless as he tilts into the other boy's fingers, the way he strokes the back of his neck, so soft. The back of his neck is one of his weak points, and something about now, about the affection in his touch-- it feels like more.]

I want you- need you.

[dreamedboy]

[Since the beginning- Proko's heart fluttered. He knew K wasn't good with his stuff, he didn't expect him to be, so he wasn't surprised- not about that. He was more surprised that Kavinsky actually wanted him. They had another chance in this place and he desperately wanted to hold onto it. Just as much as he wanted to hold onto K, himself.

It made sense- that if K couldn't be with him, he wanted him at his side. It was the same reason Proko had never said anything. He hadn't wanted to risk their friendship, what they had. Feelings could be scary; he was well aware of that.]

I know. But I'm patient. We can figure things out together.

[Whatever there was to figure out. He was sure they could do it. He had faith in the both of them.

After a moment's hesitation, he leaned in closer and kissed K, soft and sweet, letting it linger without pushing for more.]

I need you, too.

[dreamforger]

You're so good to me.

[He murmurs the words, his heart racing as he looks at the other boy. Fuck, he hadn't imagined he could have this. Proko here with him, wanting him, wanting to give this a chance, to figure things out together. Considering that Kavinsky's latest response to a failed relationship was trying to literally burn it all down, it wasn't like there weren't reasons for Proko to have doubts.]

I want- I want to. To figure things out, and.. fuck, I don't know. Make this work.

[He wanted to make him happy. He wanted to be good enough. He wanted Proko, just- like that. He didn't care if it was messy, and they had to figure it out. He knew he'd fuck it up every now and then. But fuck. He'd never believed in second chances before, but he had one now, he had this. And he wanted it. He wanted... to try. He wanted to live and see what he could make of it. It was fucking tragic he'd only realized that after dying.

He almost whimpers into the kiss, but it's with want, with tender pleasure. He curls fingers at the back of his neck, kissing him just as soft, just as sweet. Letting himself be the boy no one else saw, damaged but soft under the sharp edges, dying just for someone to love him.]

Kiss me again?

[dreamedboy]

[Proko blushed, just a little. He tried to be good to K, he really did. They fought sometimes, sure, but didn't everyone? No relationship or friendship was completely perfect. But you couldn't appreciate the ups without the downs, or however that saying went. Proko might have been jealous of Ronan Lynch, but the dream had something the dreamer didn't; another chance with Kavinsky.

He'd give anything to make this work between them, to have a romantic relationship. Neither of them could ever leave this place, but was that really so bad when they had each other? They'd both perish, and Proko- he didn't want to live without K in his life, anyway.

They could do this. They could make this work and they could be happy.]

Have I ever told you how special you are?

[He murmured before kissing K again, a little less soft but just as sweet. He wasn't trying to flatter K; lord knew he didn't need more of that, but Proko was telling the truth. Kavinsky was special, probably more than he'd ever realized.]