❪ introlog: #2 ❫ THE CALM.

[natha]

OVERFLOW

You have spent the last few days on Thesa Station, taking in the knowledge that your world is no more. Perhaps you’ve made some friends (or maybe an enemy or two). Either way, you aren’t expected to spend all of your time on the Station. El Nysa needs you, after all, and you promised you’d help the planet thrive. Are you ready? Submit any AC eligible thread of participating in this log's prompts for Two (2) Olympia REP points HERE. TRAVEL LIGHT     You're really lucky, new refugee. Because of the efforts of those that came before you, your own descent into El Nysa will be quick and relatively painless. You get to reap the benefits of others' experience. Those that came before you are all well-versed in the art of teleportation now, and descending into El Nysa is simply a concentrated thought away. A teleporter has been placed in the common areas to help the new refugees descend, but for this first time, you're going to need a little guidance. You're going to need to take the hand of someone who has been on El Nysa for a while now and learn the ropes. Hold on tight, Refugee, and don't be afraid when the blinding light hits you. The actual journey will feel like a sudden whiplash— painless, but sudden, and maybe a little nauseating. Keeping your balance may be difficult, and it’s possible you might end up toppling onto your poor partner. Hopefully you’re at least thankful. You have landed in a back alley in the Residential District of Olympia. HOME SWEET HOME     Immediately, you notice that everything you've been told about El Nysa is true. There are people of all races here, and although no one bats an eye at your appearance as you enter the district, a member of the Royal Guard asks for your passport. They have a keen eye, and can tell that although you may be a new refugee to their city, they've never seen you before. Certain rumors of an outside force making preparations to do some major damage has them particularly on edge. It's a good thing the Orbiters made sure you have an Olympian passport ready to go. You present it, and with a small nod, the Guard says nothing more and slaps a patch on your chest; to your surprise, it reads: Hello! My name is ________________! I am in House #___! Are you my housemate? ... No matter how much you try, there's no removing this sticker. "It'll come off tomorrow," says the guardkeep. "Lots of refugees here, limited housing. It's an easy way to get to know the people you're living with. Though, if you ask me, why are we accepting so many foreigners when so many want to watch this city burn? Well, I don’t give the orders." If someone greets you, the message on the patch will magically change: Secretly, I _____, _____, and _____! What are yours? There's no telling how they'd known these things, but it likely has to do with Zasere. AGAIN. It may be a good idea to get situated in your new home and set down some ground rules with your roommates. There is also, of course, much of Olympia to explore. FLONA COVE     Word around the city is that one very cute and enthusiastic Olympian, You Watanabe, has been asking around earnestly for the nearest place to find some coastal fun. It didn't take long before a few locals pointed her in the direction of Flona Cove. Maybe it’s a good idea to check out the area. There are only a few more days left of summer, after all. Even if you're not the beach type, exploring a new area certainly can't hurt your understanding of El Nysa. Flona Cove is just a quick train ride away. BEACH PARTY: Chances are, you've heard about the beach party being organized by You Watanabe, whether it be from her directly or someone who knows her. A lot of careful planning has gone into it, and it looks like a great time, so why not check it out? Full speed ahead towards a great time! There's plenty of food for everyone, and plenty of watermelons that need splitting! 1. Various food vendors from around Flona Cove have agreed to offer free food for the new refugees, and they line the shoreline near the harbor, enthusiastically offering goodies such as seafood kabobs, ice cream, fresh fruit (including whole watermelons!), and hot dogs. You Watanabe herself has a grill where she’s cheerfully serving up her trademark "Niceoodles" yakisoba as well as other Japanese food like takoyaki and rice. What makes her noodles so nice? It’s obviously the cheerful smiley-face sun drawn on the omelette. In exchange, the chefs and vendors only ask that you spread the word, though most of them have buckets for donations if you want to help chip back in. After the party is all done, however, there seem to be plenty of dishes that need doing, all in a big pile. You herself is working on getting through the mountain of dishes, but maybe you could lend a hand? 2. It's just not a beach party without the traditional watermelon splitting! For those of you who don't come from modern Japan on Earth, it might be perplexing at first seeing the literal mountain of watermelons grown with the help of Keyleth, another recent Olympian. If the bat-like sticks and blindfolds next to them don’t explain the purpose, though, you might just sit back and watch as a brave competitor sets a watermelon on the sand, ties a blindfold around their eyes, and has people start yelling at them which way to go. They consider the shouts of the crowd, take a swing... and strike nothing but sand. Perhaps you can do better? There are beach activities galore. Now's the time to build the sandcastle of your dreams or play a game of beach volleyball. Maybe you're brave enough to surf the waves, or you’d just like to enjoy a swim. Mom friends who just want to lounge in the sun and read a book while working on their tan are welcome too, of course. BENEATH THE SURFACE: 1. Diving beneath the waters in Flona Cove yield a whole new world on its own. Rent a scuba suit and take a trip to explore the corals, and you may even be lucky enough to run into a playful school of dolphins. Be careful-- they tend to get carried away and will happily drag swimmers for a wild ride. 2. You might want a boat for this scuba adventure, unless you're a strong swimmer. Venture deeper into the ocean, farther away from the coast, and adventurers will find some interesting stuff. Two miles southwest of the harbor, deep, deep into the watery abyss, lies a shipwreck. Exploring through the various rooms of the ship yields a few knick-knacks here and there-- rusted spare parts, cracked tea sets... a surprisingly well-preserved pin-up painting of Koralle? The real treasure awaits for those who have the courage to swim beneath the ship's hull. Here, covered in algae and debris, lies the skeletal corpse of a winged, fanged, clawed beast. This is only a distant memory of its former glory, as nothing but bones are left, but something— something brilliant, catches your eye. Those hundreds of teeth are not bone, but a material so lustrous and pure, it nearly blinds. It will take some work, but with persistence and strength, it is possible to extract a tooth. Those that work in Simwe Institute or The Sanctuary may find it beneficial to take an extra for their boss— this is definitely something that is of interest to study. 3. Olympians love their luxury. There's nothing more luxurious than a secluded lagoon, the water at just the perfect temperature and pristine. This is one of the most sought-after spots for the natives, but when you come across it, it is completely peaceful and empty. For the tourists? Well, this place simply gets overlooked due to its distance from the main beaches. It's also relatively hidden. Soon you start feeling oddly friendly? Cupid’s Pool is also described by the people of Olympia as the touchy-feely pool. It has an inherent property that makes those who soak in it crave physical affection. Chances are you probably wanted to know this before you decided to take a dip, huh? (Please warn for threads appropriately) EARN SOME SILVER     1. While many of the locals came together to offer their hands to provide a bit of entertainment for the surge in tourism, that isn’t to state that they’re fully staffed. Have a few hours to spare? They're willing to pay for your help. Maybe you’re just the cooking champ they needed? The lifeguard who showed up just in time? Or the star salesman at their humble accessory shop so desired? 2. The man who approaches you is even offering more than most of the vendors down the street. Sure, the guy and his entourage look kind of shady, but money is money, isn't it? If you accept, he’ll shove a strange swimsuit or two your way and lead you to the dressing room. What kind of job is this? Modeling, he says. Hopefully you aren’t camera shy! Hey there, hot stuff. I like your look. Or maybe it's your... aura? Either way, I like what you're working with. How about you flaunt what you've got for some fat silver stacks? He also wants to be able to test your charm, and is willing to pay a whopping 400 silver in exchange. He may even ask you to go "talk" (did you hear him say "hit on"?) to a couple of people, and “sell” yourself. Whatever that means... Incidentally, he says he’ll give you a signal once you get a pass. Feels like forever, doesn’t it? 3. Once night begins to fall and the people gradually begin to clear out, you’ll notice something... odd. There are some shady looking people around, and maybe you’ve been hearing whispers all day about a certain "fight club." Initially, no one will tell you a time or location, but if you are persistent, your efforts will pay off. Perhaps in light of helping a vendor clear out their stall or assisting that one Olympian native in distress, they’re willing to tell you a few things about this exclusive club. They explain to you that it’s been a long-standing tradition of Olympia. Secret fight clubs. A place for people to stretch their wings and their fists. Moreover, the pay off seems to be pretty good! Though, they warn you that there are some aggressive competitors out there this time around. Things have been tough politically for a while now, and there is much unrest among the people. What better way to blow off some steam than to beat someone up and make a bit of bank! Fights are not to the death, simply until a knock out, but accidents (and "accidents") do happen. Finding the crowd of people will take some searching, even with directions. They meet along the northern coast of Flona, by following a path leading underground, well away from any civilization. Once you’re there, why not participate? You may find yourself facing off against a fellow refugee. OOC     An AC-eligible thread for 2 OLYMPIAN REP POINTS may be submitted from this log. SUBMIT THE THREAD HERE by OCTOBER 15 11:59 PM EST. In the event of CAPTCHA, we will be providing an overflow. In the event of a second CAPTCHA, players are advised to move threads to an overflow post on their character journals. These threads remain eligible for AC, AC Rewards, and REP. 1 SILVER = 1 US DOLLAR. QUICK NAV premise ● faq ● world ● map ● reputation ● npcs taken ● reserves ● application calendar ● hiatus/drops ● modbox [ FULL NAVIGATION ] elnysa nysalogs nysaisles nysaooc elnyan

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rey | star wars

[invariances]

ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ᴍʏ ʜᴀɴᴅ.

[ rey approaches the teleporter warily, eyeing it with distrust; she knows this is the sole means of transport to get to el nysa, and a successfully proven one, but she can't help thinking it's like putting your body through hyperspace.

still she steels herself and moves to stand inside the portal beside one of the station's veterans, determined not to show fear or uncertainty. upon feeling her companion reaching for her fingers with their own, though, she bats them away irritably. ]

— Stop it. I don't need to hold your hand.

[ ...actually she does, but. ]

ʟɪғᴇ's ᴀ ʙᴇᴀᴄʜ.

a) [ ice cream? seafood kabobs? noodles and fruit and meats she's never seen or heard of before, even on takodana? rey is currently inhaling all of it, everything she can get her hands on, barely tasting what she's chewing with how quickly she's stuffing her face, cheeks pushed out like a chipmunk's.

she's also surreptitiously hiding some of the food in her clothing, to bring back to her quarters later, and not doing a terribly stealthy job of it. ]

ʙᴇɴᴇᴀᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴀᴠᴇs.

[ there's a small group that charters a boat to explore and investigate the ship wreckage, miles off the coast, and despite her unfamiliarity with the water rey joins the expedition. she's curious, because there's not just useless junk to be found they've been told, but the remains of a creature unlike anything she's ever heard of. she looks forward to viewing both the digital images of it that the divers capture, as well as any pieces of it they can bring aboard.

unfortunately for rey she gets a little too close to the edge of the boat as she helps haul one of the scuba divers out of the water, and — SPLASH!. not even time for an undignified shriek.

...someone jump in after her, because girl grew up in a junkyard sandbox and can't swim. ]

ғɪɢʜᴛ ᴄʟᴜʙ.

[ her persistent curiosity pays off, and when rey offers to help one of the food vendors clear away their stall toward the evening — as well as having kept them in business with how much food she's eaten — she's treated to a mention of a secret underground club, that meets to pit fighter against fighter gladiator-style in order to make some extra silver.

she steps into the ring now, all slight weight and lean muscle of her, bony and scrappy but with a hard look in her eyes as she clutches her quarterstaff. three contestants square off with her, flanking the sides of the ring, various primitive weaponry at the ready; she's held her own against more than this before, no lightsaber necessary.

it's just like being back on jakku, she thinks, as the bell rings. ]

ᴡɪʟᴅᴄᴀʀᴅ.

[ let me know if you have a specific scenario in mind! ]

[xwings]

[ poe's been helping, but he's also been keeping an eye out for familiar faces, wanting so desperately for his squadron to wake up, for general organa or finn to wake up — and despite searching and hoping, he's still surprised when he does spot a familiar face.

rey. he's seen her around base, of course, talked to her once or twice, and finn's told him all about their adventures together. he doesn't know her that well, but well enough to feel a surge of happiness. she's from his world, which means something, she's finn's friend, which means even more, and she's a pilot, too.

she's also looking distinctly unhappy right now, and poe crosses the distance between them quickly, throwing her companion on the transporter pad an "i got this, buddy" and then he's in front of her, grinning widely, his arms already spreading out for a hug. ] Rey!

[invariances]

[ her immediate instinct is to bristle at the intrusion — as well as the casual disregard for the stranger who'd tried to take her hand, welcome or not — but rey reins her response in when she sees who it is in front of her. ]

— Poe? [ disbelief colors her tone; she hadn't seen d'qar be swallowed up by the storm and thus hadn't come across finn's or general organa's stasis pods, but a friendly face is a more-than-welcome face and she throws her arms around him enthusiastically. ] I wasn't sure if the Storm got you — I didn't see you or anyone else besides Master Luke in stasis —

[ any further blathering is quieted by the simple comfort of an embrace. with finn gone, she's missed this. ]

[xwings]

[ lately, it seems the immediate instinct of many women in his life is to bristle first and ask questions later. in that, at least, rey and jyn are not so different. but rey recognises him and throws her arms around him and a weight poe had realised he was carrying but hadn't realised was this heavy falls off him.

he wraps his arms around her in return and holds on. jyn has been the only one from the same universe here. having someone he knows not just from stories (though he's getting to know jyn beyond that) is something different. having rey here means a lot.

(he still wishes he'd find finn, too, and the general and his squad.) ]

It's good to see you. [ he admits, tipping his temple to rest against her head for a moment. ] I've seen General Organa and Finn in stasis. I was hoping they'd wake up, too, but so far it's only been you. Are you all right?

[invariances]

[ cont'd here! ]

beneath the waves.

[immeasurably]

[ Curiosity prompts David to join the expedition more than any actual diving experience.

He knows how to swim, at least, something that the girl that just tipped over the side boat evidently doesn't. And without thinking, he's kicking off his shoes and following after her.

Hopefully they don't have sharks. ]

sorry for the delay!

[invariances]

[ sharks are the least of her concern, although they shouldn't be — but rey is more preoccupied with keeping her head above the water, which is difficult with the way she's flailing about in the waves. the other scuba divers haven't resurfaced yet and the one she's helped up is slow to move with all of his gear on, so when david dives in after her she's quick to cling to him as she would a flotation device.

she sputters, coughing and trying not to aspirate water — ] — Help me!

fight club

[saucius]

Oh no, we're not doing this.

[ Before even Rey can see her, she should be able to feel the Exile; death and suffering seems to amass an an almost physical substance around the woman, permeating the air around her like a miasma of dread. It's there for a moment before it seems to lessen. ]

I'm not punching baby Jedi for money, no matter how much you throw at me.

[ It would be easier if she forfeits the match... but that would involve losing. ]

Go back with your master, little Padawan. I'm sure you're breaking curfew.

lmfsdkgj

[invariances]

[ there's nothing to prepare her for the intensity of the force aura surrounding this person that hits her, and rey simply gapes inelegantly for several moments before she registers what the woman says to her.

a jedi? there weren't any more of them, han and the others had said as much, but this person has a force signature nevertheless. one that manifests as a wave of dread in the pit of her stomach, before it lessens and she no longer feels as though her guts are churning and she's able to give a defiant retort. ]

I'm no Jedi, [ she seethes, gritting her teeth at the go back with your master, little padawan. ]

And I'm not a baby! If you're here to fight, fight, stop flapping your gums. [ and she takes up her quarterstaff again in two clenched fists. luke's saber is well-hidden in the deep pocket of her pants, braced tightly against her leg, but she's not going to use it unless she knows this character is going to go that route. ]

she means well i swear

[saucius]

Of course you're not, but coming from me, that's kind of a compliment.

[ Most Jedi she knew were just too stuck in their old ways to ever dare to see things differently. Right up until the moment they died, actually.

Rey claiming not to be a baby makes her chuckle. It also reminds her of simpler times where she was the baby. ]

I thought you were going to pull out a lightsaber. Might as well, something tells me you need a couple of fighting lessons. [ Or to have it taken away from her before she hurts herself with it, sure. Her own lightsaber (the spare one she has, not her actual own lightsaber, as that one's kept as an incentive of sorts) is hidden with her backpack not too far away. ]

But if you rather use the staff, the come at me. I'm not even going to pick up a weapon.

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[ cont'd here! ]

fight club

[jensaarai]

[He'd had his suspicions that someone from his galaxy was also here. In fact, based on a conversation he'd had previously, he determined that he was speaking to one of three people. (He could have been wrong, of course, but Ren was nothing if not confident in his ability to deduce things.)

His confirmation arrives when he sees a familiar woman stepping into the ring to prepare to fight. Last time he'd seen her, she'd managed to escape his interrogation room. But everything from that galaxy is gone, or close to it, and it feels something like bitter irony to find Rey here.

Wasting no time, he steps in as well. With a flick of his hand, he sends a couple of the 'extras' flying toward the wall. Was this breaking the rules? Maybe, maybe not. He really doesn't care. This is his fight.]

/clappy hands

[invariances]

[ there's a foreboding feeling that comes over her like a dark, smothering blanket before she even registers kylo ren in the ring. with vivid clarity she recalls him delving into her head, pulling her memories out as though they were pieces of scavenged junk on display, shameful and exposed. she recalls him hurting finn, pounding into his bowcaster wound, but strangely holding back when he could have ended her on the cliff's edge. that was of course before she'd reached deep into herself and channeled the force, tapping into something that'd given her the means to defeat him and leave him sprawled on his back in the snow, bleeding from shoulder to forehead.

it's that last recollection that throws her for a loop so spectacularly, when she sees him enter the ring and fling two of the other fighters aside with a flick of his wrist —

his scar, the one i'd given him...where is his scar?!? ]

...You've come back for more punishment, so soon? [ all bravado, albeit a bit shaken and confused at his appearance. a dark part of her hisses that she should have known the orbiters would take him, wherever he'd landed after having survived on starkiller; he's too stubborn to die, apparently.

she grips her quarterstaff tightly, acutely aware of the hidden saber against the outside of her thigh. ] You've healed the scar I gave you, but I'll gladly give you another — just say the word.