❤ Ну вот куда вы меня тащите окоянные люди? Куда? ( ворчал старенький шезлонг, когда пара загорелых парней подхватила его с излюбленного места, возле бассейна, и грубовато поволокла в сторону отеля) Нет, так со мной нельзя, вы же окончательно повредите мне обивку, так вцепившись мне в изголовье! Я хочу вернуться! Там меня поместили, когда открывали этот замечательный Отель. Вы даже не представляете, что я видел за прошедшее время: какие люди присаживались на меня и какие разговоры я слышал! А какими напитками только не было облито моё полотно— однажды компания полуобнажённых девиц опрокинула на меня настоящую бутылку Мадам Клико, о боже, я вам даже не могу передать те ощущения, когда парочка из них стала слизывать с меня остатки шампанского🍾  А парочка влюблённых, которая предавалась любовным утехам, она ведь чуть не сломала меня, но я выстоял, правда, чуть не сгорел от стыда❤🔥 Оставьте меня, злые вы! К его облегчению, он не угодил в тёмный подвал и не был поломан, и выброшен. Его определили возле бокового входа в ресторан и теперь на него складывают солнечные зонты, надувные круги и матрасы.⛱

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Guild Adventure. The Deck Lounger that Sees EVERYTHING 

Once upon a time, nestled beside the shimmering Domika pool, there stood a lounger unlike any other. The sun lounger had seen it all—from the most elegant of sunbathers to the wildest of cannonballs. But its favorite guests were always the ones who, without fail, left behind more than just towel marks. One summer afternoon, it found itself with an especially interesting occupant: a man named Barry, whose enthusiasm for relaxation was rivaled only by his commitment to  not relaxing. Barry, a self-proclaimed “master of chill,” plopped down on the lounger and immediately started adjusting every strap and cushion. He was serious about this nap. Or so he thought.
As Barry leaned back, the lounger, with its ancient, creaky wood and secret history, groaned under his weight, giving a soft but knowing wink. The air shimmered around him. He stretched, yawned dramatically, and, for the briefest of moments, his eyes closed. But the lounger, eager for some action, was not one to let the opportunity slip. It gave a mischievous little tilt, sending Barry into a perfect spiral of half-asleep, half-terrified flailing. He landed, awkwardly, into the pool with a splash that could only be described as "epic."

The frogs, watching from their lilypads, let out a collective croak of approval. The lounger had performed a  perfect sabotage. Barry, now dripping wet and caught in the amusing whirlpool of his own clumsy, sun-kissed confusion, muttered to himself about needing a "better, less treacherous place to relax." Little did he know, the lounger had already invited the sun to join the fun, casting the perfect afternoon glow over the scene.

As the days passed, the lounger went on to witness countless more escapades: a teenager who tried to “sunbathe in style” and ended up turning every which way like a windmill; a woman named Lila who fell asleep with a book on her chest and woke up to an impromptu dolphin splash show courtesy of a nearby guest; and, of course, the ducks, who always managed to find their way to the lounger, deciding that nothing could compare to the luxurious softness it offered for their afternoon naps. And so, the lounger continued to wink and tilt, ever-watchful, collecting memories of every quirky, sunny soul who dared to rest upon its cushions. It was, after all, no ordinary piece of furniture—it was the unsung hero of the Domika pool.

Этот шезлонг у бассейна Домика пережил больше, чем некоторые отдыхающие. На нём засыпали с надувным фламинго, проливали коктейли и клялись, что «ещё один заплыв — и точно домой».Он видел героические прыжки «солдатиком», падения «ой-я-скользко» и философские разговоры на уровне: «А если вода нас понимает?».
Иногда он скрипит — это не старость, это смех.

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In the twinkling glow of the Treasure House, where shadows played hopscotch with moonbeams sneaking through high windows, young Elara tiptoed past chests that giggled like old gossips. Coins clinked soft lullabies to one another, and ancient crowns winked with starlight polish. At the very center, on a cushion softer than a cloud's sigh, rested the Royal Cross —purest gold, shaped like a blooming flower caught mid-curtsey, every curl and flourish humming with secrets older than bedtime stories.

The moment Elara's fingers brushed its warm, sun-kissed surface, the cross let out a delighted chime, like a thousand tiny silver bells waking up at once. Sparkles of giggling light swirled around her in a merry whirlwind, dusting her hair with golden motes that tasted faintly of honey and adventure. Suddenly the air shimmered, and she saw Queen Isolde the Dreamweaver, the most mischievous monarch who ever wore a crown sideways. On the night her council tried to steal her throne with sneaky whispers and sour potions, Isolde had laughed like wind chimes, pressed a kiss to the cross, and enchanted it with the silliest, strongest spell: “Let whoever holds you next remember every truth, every fib, every ticklish secret—and never be able to keep quiet when the world needs a good, honest giggle at the truth!”

From that twinkly moment, the Royal Cross became a merry mischief-maker of memory. It didn't just remember royal plots and hidden tears; it remembered the funny ones too—the king who wore his crown backward to a banquet, the queen who once hid her favorite jellybean in her scepter, the prince who practiced speeches to his pet frog. Elara could no longer tell even the tiniest white lie (goodbye to “Your new hat looks splendid!” when it resembled a startled hedgehog). Instead, truths bubbled out of her like fizzy lemonade, making courtiers blush and laugh until their crowns wobbled.

And so Elara became known as the Truth-Tickler, wandering kingdoms with the golden cross dancing happily against her heart, growing warmer and brighter every time a ruler tried to hide something silly or splendid. Some whisper the cross is still waiting in its velvet nest, humming little tunes of mischief, ready to sprinkle its golden giggles on the next brave soul who dares to listen to its merry, magical secrets. ✨

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Guild: Double D’s