❪ 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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shinjiro aragaki | persona 3

[ax]

travel light;

[ who's good at technology?
not this guy.

which is probably the only reason he might be 0.05% okay with holding someone's hand for this. it still sounds pretty dubious and uncomfortable, more so for the handholding part than the fact that he's about to get zapped into somewhere else.

good thing his brain has reached capacity for surprise by now, so shinji is left standing, glaring at the teleporter with his hands firmly in his pockets despite whoever may be approaching. ]

Can't be that bad.

[ is he trying to convince himself? a little. ]

what the fuck is home;

[ having a patch with his name and house number on it is bad enough. he doesn't want to find out if he's sharing with someone or who he's sharing with. it doesn't give him a good incentive to go and find that home, so shinji's taken to wandering the streets.

if anyone's crazy enough to greet a surly, unfriendly looking dude, his patch changes into this:

Secretly, I love dogs, cooking, and making myself suffer!
he hasn't noticed it yet. don't tell him. ]

earn some silver;

[ i mean, it's either this or struttin his stuff and his choice is pretty clear. here he is, all tied up in an apron and sweating through the amount of smoke in the air. it all smells and looks really delicious though? don't mind the fact that the cook doesn't look nearly as appetizing as the food. he's even scowling pretty severely - because this particular stand has become weirdly popular since shinji started working.

there's hardly time to talk as he moves between pots and pans. he only pauses briefly when someone comes up, taking half a second to wipe some sweat from his face. ]

Whaddaya want?

[ hardly the best at customer service... but he didn't sign up for customer service to begin with. ]

wild card;

[ hit me up with anything! seijoh for plotting purposes ]

[kimaris]

[ The greeting was short and... well not sweet, because Gaelio can't really do sweet anymore, but it was relatively painless. He'd been walking through, caught a glimpse of someone who may have seemed familiar; a blonde head, a small pair of feet, or an obnoxiously familiar and welcome voice. None of them have turned up familiar to him, but this time he's accidentally held up someone for a brief second while making sure.

So he greeted him and gave him a small apology, fully intending to continue on with his life when... the patch comes to be and catches his eye.

That's actually pretty endearing, kiddo. ]

You're new to this city?

[ That's a pretty good way of telling, Gaelio thinks. They've been warned to be careful about who they tell their refugee status to, but since this happened to him once... hm. ]

[ax]

[ what part of this is endearing are you getting senile, old man

shinji looks up (and up, and up, what the fuck, is this guy a fucking tree?). by the time he gets to the other's face his own expression has changed from mildly annoyed to something that might be similar to wonder. whatever that was there, it disappears and that scowl is back in place. ]

... Yeah?

[ he's suspicious. not... that there's really any reason to be suspicious, really. what has he got left? ]

You've been here a while?

silver

[sparsity]

[ With a stomach that doubles as a gravitational singularity, Mikazuki has had no problem wandering the beach and taking down more food than is probable for his size. It's an easier time for him and doesn't have to be entirely social unlike wading out near the water for... whatever happens to be going on out there.

Finally coming up in the queue for the line, Mikazuki hums, looking over the pots and pans. ]

What are you making? [ SEEMS RIGHT TO ASK but also: ] Does it have meat in it?

[ax]

[ only half of shinji's attention is on the customer, the other half is trying to make sure the sauce he has over the fire isn't burning while he flips a slab of some sort of meat. not even he is sure what it is... but at least it smells pretty damn great and nobody has died eating it so far? ]

It's meat. [ don't ask him what meat. ] 'nother five minutes. Sit down.

food stand!

[vorrutyer]

A bit of something to eat, dear fellow. What else?

[ Byerly holds up a silver piece to illustrate his point, twisting it so it catches the light and reflects obnoxiously right into Shinji's face. ]

Tell me, what's the most delicious thing you make?

[ax]

[ what the fuck. he winces because he didn't expect to have light shone into his face? that grimace on his face just deepens, but at least shinjiro has some smidgen of customer service knowledge... and it only amounts to not punching the customer in the jaw. ]

Mind puttin' that down? Cash goes over there.

[ his head jerks towards a little native girl to the side who's looking more than a little concerned about her new cook. she may be unsure whether shinji is good or bad for business. ]

There's pot roast, fried fish, grilled vegetables... [ a beat. that's not what the question was. ] I'd try the pot roast.

travel

[strictdiscipline]

[ Even having used the teleporter multiple times, Riza's always filled with a sense of wonder each time she pops from Thesa Station to Olympia and then back again. If only travel between places had been so easy in Amestris. So many more relationships could have been more easily maintained.

Still, her original opinion of the things had bordered on full-on suspicion for some time, so she really can't blame anyone for being uneasy around them. ]

It's really quite painless. Far preferable to falling from the sky in a metal box.

[ Just sayin'. The alternative is probably way worse. ]

[ax]

--What, really?

[ the dubious expression on his face morphs into shock, then settles into a pained wince. just imagining that makes being shot almost preferable. almost. ]

... How'd you get out of that alive?

travel light

[burglarize]

[ Ann has friends to get down to — there's people she's hoping to meet up with before anything else freaky happens, so with that? She's in a total rush. Ann returned back to the station after the insane descent, but she hasn't... traveled back. She's standing a bit behind Shinjiro, pivoting back and forth on her heels as she waits for him to go.

She knows the details of what is required to teleport back. So, awkwardly, she just stands there. Does he have a friend to help or — ]

You didn't fall from the sky in tiny metal death pods.

[ She says with a huff. ]

Are you going..? Waiting for someone..?

[ax]

[ her question unwittingly strikes shinji in a place he doesn't want touched. there's a brief flash of something across his expression, something like longing or regret. whatever it is, he hides it away by pulling the beanie over his eyes. ]

Got nowhere else to go, anyway.

[ it's either stay in the space station and stare at his sleeping friends or come down there to... whatever it is. the unknown isn't scary to him, he's just a little lost.

and instead of addressing how he feels, shinji focuses on something else. ]

You really went down in tiny metal death pods?

wtf is home

[frombetrayal]

[Well, Haru isn't crazy, but she is polite. It would hardly be nice to pass him on the street and not at least nod and say hello, wouldn't it?

—but then that patch changes and. Oh. Oh, dear. Making myself suffer doesn't sound especially pleasant. Is he going to be okay on his own?]

Ah, excuse me...

[She'll let her voice trail off as she tries to come up with some excuse to follow him.

Of course, now that she's greeted him, her own patch has changed, too:

Secretly, I detest my fiancé, love to hear Shadows beg for mercy, and want to open a café!
What are yours?]

[ax]

[ shinjiro isn't used to strangers greeting him on the streets, so this is weird and uncomfortable to say the least. it's weird that his face hasn't scared her away yet, and he has half a mind to ignore her and walk away. except his eyes catch her patch changing and the word Shadows snags his attention completely.

he stops on his tracks, frowning at the stranger and wondering if Shadows means the ones he knows. he doesn't know her at all. there are only a handful of persona users to begin with. it's impossible?

except he remembers the conversation he had with that other guy up on the space station, about how their times don't necessarily align. there are so many questions in shinji's mind right now that he's not sure where to start, or whether he should ask them at all. instead he just looks hesitant and cautious. slowly, he points to his own patch, then at hers. ]

You've got-... might want to check that.

earn some silver;

[fakers]

[ archer's actually worked at various stands and shops on the beach throughout the day, perhaps including this one much earlier. right now, though, he's here for food... particularly because he's heard rumors that one of the stands is offering better fare than the others.

he's also heard the person minding it is... a bit odd, though. ]

...is that any way to greet a customer?

[ax]

[ do you want to come here and do the job instead, archer... bc if shinji had a dime for every single person who comes here with that line, man. ]

I ain't here to be nice. Just tell me what you want.

wtf is home

[chickenhearted]

[ Waver hasn't found his housemates yet, but he's not really in a hurry about it. he's just taking his time, trying to get his footing in this weird city first. he's so immersed in his thoughts and everything in fact, that he practically runs into this guy. ]

Oof- woah, watch it!

[ as if it's not his fault at all. he rubs at his chest a little, calming himself down, and watches the guy's nametag change. an eyebrow lifts and he looks at the stranger up and down. ]

"Making myself suffer", really?

[ Waver's isn't much better. it reads "Secretly, I love video games, am extremely lonely, and need a hug!" so they're both losers, really. ]

[ax]

[ sudden flashbacks to his street days where assholes bump into him and blaming him for it? except the one trying to talk big this time is a scrawny little guy. it didn't even hurt? shinji just narrows his eyes at him, and normally would just sidestep and move on, but... why is he being made fun of here? ]

Yours ain't better, dumbass.

[ it takes too much effort to keep a hand over his patch, so shinji has given up on it. making himself suffer really is one of the least embarrassing things he's seen around. ]

silver!

[tricksune]

[ It's no coincidence that people are lining up towards this particular stand—however unapproachable the vendor may be, the smell wafting through the beach air is sublime. And besides, his brusqueness is nothing that'd Yusuke'd notice enough to be offended. (Truth be told, crooked teens are easier to approach than most. At least he's used to them.) He finds a spot to sit near the griddle without issue, space finally starting to free up as people go about the rest of the festivities.

There's a long moment where he looks over all the simmering options, fingertips to his chin in deep thought. Finally, when he manages to lock gazes with the chef de cuisine, ]

One of everything, please.

[ ...All that Ponderous Gazing was probably spent watching the food cook and not actually deliberating. But he's made plenty of silver today, so why not. ]

[ax]

[ it's not the first time someone has ordered that, but it's always been an entire group of at least three or four. shinjiro takes a moment to look up from the pot, raising an eyebrow at the lanky teen who doesn't look like he could finish an entire bowl of rice. ]

... Y'sure about that? It's a lot.

[ not that shinji has a problem feeding him one of everything. in fact, it would be a satisfying sight... except he also doesn't want food to go to waste. ]

You got friends coming too or...

home

[atwo]

[ the clothes catch her attention and then it is his patch when she approaches him. the last part is what makes a2 raise her brow, tilting her head in confusion as to what the point of that would be. her own patch will change from her name to; secretly, i am tsundere, like helping people, and i'm not technical smart!

but, she isn't focused on that right now. ]

Are you what one would call a masochist?

silver. )

[ask]

[ maybe this was expected to a degree. this brand of unfamiliarity. while certain aspects of the city struck him as being more familiar— the structure and freedom found here being more relative to the old world as he knew it... there was also much that differed. even now, it seems he's wandered off too far without frankenstein's supervision. or more accurately, without his precise directions. though, even then that wouldn't prevent him from wandering...

still, it's in this that he manages to find himself at a stall. the food here seemed a bit more familiar. there was variety and reminded him of a place he may have gone with the children. the idea of it being "closer to home" to him has him mild intrigued. when shinji speaks, he doesn't move to respond at first.

or, at all. he merely lifts his utensil. rai does seem oddly focused on that one bowl of noodles, though. ]

take two - earn some silver

[frombetrayal]

[i hope you didn't think i was kidding

Anyway, Haru isn't trying particularly hard to find Shinjiro himself - she's just looking for something to eat, because by now she's been wandering around for several hours, acquainting herself with their surroundings.

And, well, a girl's gotta eat.

Of all the places nearby, the one he's working at smells the best. And so she joins the line, listens in a little on what some of the others are ordering, and doesn't really pay much attention to the identity of the cook until she's actually up there.]

The special, please— Oh! Aragaki-kun, hello again.

earn some silver;

[circulets]

[ It's not everyday that you get an opportunity to explore and see what's in other worlds, so Mikleo's taking advantage of doing that much right now while he's trying to find some of his comrades from home. They were here the last time he'd woken up like this, so there's still a chance that they're still here.

Though, being around so many humans does tend to still be overwhelming from time to time.

He eventually does find himself at Shinji's shop, though he can't help but freeze up for a second or so when he greets him. It's still a fairly odd thought to him that everyone can see and hear him like this. ]

I-- [ He starts, then stops. ] ... What are you making now, out of curiosity?

[ He hadn't exactly thought to eat, but... it does smell delicious. Still, is that any way to greet someone? ]

earn some silver!

[demonly]

[ He might've picked something specific if only the other didn't look so adept at cooking - but instead, he just gives a slight, lopsided smile despite the other's bristly disposition. Personally, he can relate because he too is a delinquent looking kid with a talent for cooking, so he won't judge. ]

Uwah, it smells good!! [ So good that he can't choose just one thing. It is a party after all... ] Ya just make whatever anyone wants to order? Ain't that kinda hard?

earn some silver; i'm sorry to add to your pile...

[polkabrows]

[ the person on the other end of his "greeting" only returns his scowl with a faintly arched brow. he might not have noticed that this particular "customer" is approaching him from the side of the stand, as opposed to the front where a considerably long line (mostly comprised of young women...) persists.

instead of answering right away, izumo merely lifts a hand, showing the apron she holds. an apron with the same branding as the one he wears. ]

The owner sent me over here to relieve you of some of your duties.

[ she glances over to the line, a corner of her lips quirking up. ]

Unless... you think you got this covered?