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Eternal Summer

✖ The Isle That Blooms

Ⅰ. ALWAYS BLOOMING, NEVER HARVEST
July flowers bring, well, August flowers.

Another month has come and gone, and you may have noticed things haven’t changed much. Everything is still beautiful. There are still no signs of babies or prepubescent children or young animals.

In fact, if you’re paying close enough attention, you may have noticed there are no fruits or grains or vegetables that have come from the constant riot of color and pollen. Only flowers, always flowers.

You still have access to the city’s temple and the baths. The High Temple’s doors are open to everyone.

Some of you may still be dealing with the unpleasant side effects of the Ancient’s now dead and gone Flower Oracle, but it should wind down before the end of the month. Or maybe you already faced your demons.

Hiding out in the Temples for the rest of the month is always an option, but be careful not to get too stagnant. It would be a shame if your ScryWatch stays stuck on the same color forever because you, too, decided to stop growing.

Ⅱ. FLOWER MARKET FESTIVAL
CW: Optional Alcohol/Drug Consumption.
You didn’t think the celebrations would be over just because the Flower Oracle came and went, did you? There’s always a new event, a new thing to do, a new way to make some benefit off the Travelers who pass in and out of the Isle looking to take something away from this place.

This month it’s the Flower Market!

During the days, stalls bloom beneath the elevated buildings and in the empty center where the Flower Oracle once stood. There are flowers, of course, in buckets, arrangements, wreaths, crowns, growing in tiny little pots, made into cakes, salsas, and snacks! Artists will find pigments, paints, inks, dyes, and papers. There are perfumes, lotions, oils, soaps, and more. Spices and herbs are abundant; you’ve certainly never seen saffron this cheap. If you haven’t gotten enough tie-dye from the temple, you’ll find beautiful batik clothing, purses, and even jewelry. Everything is bright, everything is for sale.

At night, the stalls are all folded away and instruments come out. Little stalls sell flowery alcoholic drinks and did you know or remember that cannabis is a flowering plant? The locals certainly remembered to make the edibles. Careful, though, drink or imbibe and you’ll find yourself talking about the things you need that you cannot buy. The things you are aching for.

And you won’t stop until someone acknowledges it.

Notes:
1. If you want it and it’s made of flowers, it’s here. No drugs or alcohol during daylight hours.

2. The Temple gives a small amount of spending money daily. Save up and get fancy, or buy a little bit of everything.

3. There is a tiny group of unknown Travelers that show up for the market. They don’t seem to have access to the same network as PCs, but their watches flash green, blue, or purple. They seem to be avoiding PC Travelers and disappear into parts of the Temples that don’t seem to be open to our group yet whenever they get too close.

Ⅲ. POISON GARDEN
CW: Poisons, narcotics, ect.
As you wander the now familiar village, you will notice a new pathway has opened at the edge of the village. It leads to an area with a high stone fence and a heavy gate. A skull and crossbones are painted on the gate in bright white paint, but there’s nothing actually stopping you from opening the gate and walking in.

The garden is beautiful, but surprisingly formal after the chaotic abundance of the rest of the Isle. The paths are wide and there’s space between the plants. Each one is meticulously labeled with a stake in the ground.

Do you read the labels? How long does it take you to realize everything in the garden is toxic or poisonous? There are so many options from hemlock and oleander to aconitum and angel’s trumpet and beyond.

Welcome to a study on how not everything that's natural is good for you as you continue to wander the fractal paths. Of course, not everything that's poisonous has no purpose. By the opium poppies there’s a sign that tells you that you can choose to wander the deadly garden until it kills you or you can own up to a toxic habit or behavior that you need to deal with.

Notes:
1. In theory, a character could wander forever without touching or consuming any of the poisons. For plot/fun reasons, feel free to make it a little more difficult. And remember, some of your characters can be poisoned to death.

2. Acknowledging bad habits or a need for change in an honest way is very likely to result in a shift in a ScryWatch color. Remember, the Ancient is looking for growth and improvement, not moral perfection.

3. Characters can collect poisonous or medicinal plants but will be at risk while doing so.

Ⅳ. FLOWERY FIELDS FOREVER

Maybe you need to get away from the fuss at the market or just want to stretch your legs, but it’s time to explore the flowering landscape around the village. The villagers have baskets waiting at each of the outbound trails with the request that you come back with the basket full in trade for the picnic lunch they provide.

Wander the rolling hills and you’ll find a surprising amount of wildlife for an island without offspring. There are hummingbirds the size of chihuahuas, tiny pollinating bats, nectar eating possums, giant stingless bees, and more butterflies than you can shake a stick at. All of them seem entirely unafraid of humans despite being wild animals. If you get bitten or pecked, it’s your own fault.

As you fill your basket, you’ll notice patterns in what blooms. All kinds of plants bloom outside of reason and season and traditional need because the land is trying to talk to you through flowers. What did you need to hear? The villagers can help you translate when you come back from your adventure.

Notes:
1. The giant orchid mantises are still there! Thank Gideon and Harrow for negotiating a truce, so they probably won’t eat you. A mantis might even have a conversation with you if you ask nicely, (Quentin managed somehow,) and they have their own knowledge and worship of the Ancient.

2. Feel free to use any reference for plant/flower meaning. Here’s one to get started!

3. Don’t get too attached to any of the critters, they will stay here at the end of the month.

Bonus: music to watch the flowers bloom to.

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He chuckles a little without thinking about what that might feel like on Kyle's side of things.

Bolstered by a little praise he lifts up a bit to try taking a little more. Drawing Kyle further back along his tongue until he's certain any further would leave him coughing and sputtering like an amateur. With an audible wet pop he smiles up at Kyle. "I think that's where I top out. Sorry. I really don't want my first blow job to end with me gagging on you." One would think he doesn't know the meaning of sexy either, but frankly, they're nicely matched in that regard.

Personal discoveries aside, it doesn't seem to have deterred him. In fact, he looks even more at home at this now, hunkered over Kyle, with both hands around the length of him, and fascinating himself with the way he can make Kyle's hips strain this way and that when he moves between licking and sucking.

Kyle smiles, oddly sweet considering the circumstances. "That's fine," he says. "I actually like it this way a lot." He pets Quentin's hair back again, then bites his lower lip when the other man goes back to work. He's a very responsive partner - his hips jerk shallowly when Quentin strokes him just right, and he can't seem to help but moan and gasp at full volume. Even biting his own knuckles doesn't seem to help much.

"Ah, fuck. Fffffuck. Dude. Dude, I'm close, I'm REALLY close."

"Yeah?" It crosses his mind that Kyle may just be appealing to his ego in the hopes they do this again some time, but fuck it. He doesn't mind that either.

Kay. I'll swallow.

The words aren't spoken though. They just sort of land in Kyle's brain the same way sound does, through the auditory cortex while Quentin is thoroughly occupied.

Intending to go a little faster, and a little firmer, he quickly realizes things will need to be wetter first. It starts with a few licks, but when that doesn't do it, he draws Kyle in again. Deep enough and for long enough to have him shamelessly drooling on Kyle's cock until he's slick in Quentin's palms.

Kyle's a little too honest to manage that.

He shivers. "Okay. Yeah. Okay." Then he just makes a high pitched whining noise as Quentin works him. "Ohmygod," he says, all one exhalation. His hands flutter for a moment, seeking purchase somewhere. One settles on Quentin's head, gently cradling the back of his skull, and the other goes to his own hair where it can twist and pull.

Close. Closecloseclose. He isn't sure if Quentin can hear him or not, but he can't seem to form actual words anymore. His hips roll shallowly and his breath comes faster. Yesyesyesyes!!!

Suddenly no coherent thoughts are possible - it's all blanked out by crashing waves of pleasure as orgasm hits.

When it becomes too trick to keep eye on Kyle's face Quentin closes his eyes to just listen and feel. It's hard not to smile to himself at erratic way Kyle's hips want to twitch under him and his penchant for noticing patterns makes it easy to recognize the correlation between the lewdness of his slurping and the needy pitch of Kyle's voice.

There's a moment of surprise when he comes. In part because Kyle's mind goes blank on him. Like a lightning strike or a power-surge blowing the picture out. He swallows as best he can, but it's admittedly a little sloppier than he intended. Leaving him to debating about whether or not to use his discarded shirt to mop the mess off his chin.

"You good? You look good," he smiles.

"I feel amazing," Kyle says, forcing his eyes to open. He sits up and looks at Quentin, and without even thinking about ti grabs his own shirt and reaches over to dab at his face. Congrats, Quire, you've banged a Mom Friend.

"Oh my god, you're so stupid cute," he sighs, but he's smiling. "Thank you. That was great." Not a lie - he's radiating all the warm fuzzies at the moment.

It comes as a little surprise when Kyle finds a way to clean him up first. He chuckles and tries not to look too bashful about it. It doesn't really work, but he pretends like it does.

"Yeah? Good. That's was fun. You make the best noises," he teases as he flops down next to Kyle to enjoy the sleepy look on his face.

Kyle groans. "I'm sorry, I'm loud, I know. I can't seem to help it."

He tucks himself back into his pants before turning to face Quentin. Kyle looks sleepy and also so openly happy that he'd be embarrassed if he knew. "Super fun."

"What are you apologizing about! I'm into it! It's a total ego boost," he smirks and when Kyle doesn't come any closer Quentin rectifies that himself. He picks up Kyle's arm by the wrist and and drapes it around his the back of his neck he can tuck himself up against the lanky, redhead's side.

"Cool?" he asks, "You're makin' me sleepy."

Kyle's surprise is evident in his face, which Quentin can't see, but also in his emotional broadcast. This one's different, he thinks, and happily curls around Quentin. He might have his toxic masculinity issues, but he's a champion hugger.

"Super cool," he murmurs. "A nap sound pretty fucking sweet right now."

"I'm into it," he mumbles, snuggled into the crook of Kyle's shoulder. "Do you know how early I've woke up since we got here? The place I put my shit down at the temple is like right there where the fucking sun comes up and it's fucking exhausting."

Despite his bitching and moaning, this right here does more for his ability to relax than anything else he's discovered. In fact, it might be the first thing to actually make him him reconsider his steadfast belief that his place is nefarious in its design.

At least until he remembers that he thinks the entire island is trying to make people fuck.

"Poor baby," Kyle murmurs. "You can sleep in my bed, if you wanna. I've got one of the spots way in the back." He's already halfway asleep, lulled by the warmth and the scent of both Quentin and the island itself.

"Don't offer if you don't mean it," he warns, because sunlight or no, trying to go to fall asleep to the sound of his own thoughts has not been going so great.

"I mean it," Kyle says. "I'm like... really good to sleep with. I give the best hugs and I don't move around much unless I'm stressed out."

"Well, now I know a great way to de-stress you so make room for me later," he smiles with his eyes closed. No longer concerned in the least about whatever limited privacy they've found for themselves here.

"Okay." An outsider might very well be baffled by how much more docile the two of them are with each other, considering what led them to this point.

"You're very hug sized."

"Pftf, what does that mean? Are you calling me small? I'm above average height, you know?" docile, but nevertheless combative. Even if he doesn't even open his eyes to argue.

"Oh my GOD, did I say small?" Eyes likewise still closed. "I said hug sized. Like you're a perfect height and your body is shaped just right for hugging. What, did you used to be really short?"

"You implied it," he mumbles, with a degree of lazy defiance that suggests he can be convinced not continue arguing the point so long as Kyle keeps telling him how perfect is he.

"No. I mean, not like since puberty. I was a small kid, but I didn't hack my DNA for height if that's what you're thinking."

"I did not, I implied I think that you have a great bod. Fuckssake."

Kyle gently runs his fingers from one of Quentin's shoulder blades to the other. "YOU'RE the one who even told me you changed your DNA, you know. And fucking relax, I was short until I was like fifteen."

"More like you implied I'm small but then tried to make it a good thing by saying you like that," he's straight smirking against Kyle's shoulder by now. Because arguing is fun or something.

"I know, but I did like a few upgrades. I don't want you to think I looked completely different before."

"More like I implied I like hugging you, you dingus," he argues right back.

"Besides the removal of almost all your hair? Which is not helping your twink status, by the way."

"You're a dingus who doesn't know how to imply things," he mumbles.

"Yeah mostly that— hey! It's not a status. It's just how skinny dudes get labeled! And I don't care so long as they're not suggesting I must be into certain things because I'm kind of twinkie. I just like being hairless. It's less maintenance, less itchy and makes my dick look bigger."

"Nuh uh, you're just defensive."

Kyle's eyes open as he starts cackling. "I mean, yeah, I agree, I understand the labeling... I'm sorry, it's just your way of talking. Fuck, you're funny."

He kisses Quentin's forehead. "It's a great dick, though, no complaints. Uhm. So like... what WOULD you be into?"

"I am not! I'm offensive. Clearly."

He cocks an eyebrow at that. "What like an accent or something?"

"I know, it's categorically perfect," he says without a flicker of doubt. "Are you asking if I'm a top or a bottom? Or like a broader question than that? If we're going by experience I'm a top mostly, but I can be a switch. I've done solo buttstuff. I'm definitely into it."

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