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❪ mini-event ❫ OLYMPIA QUESTS: 1

It isn’t easy starting life in a new place. It quickly becomes apparent that you are in dire need of two very important things: money and a good name. In addition to full-time jobs, certain people in Olympia will reward handsomely for helping them with tasks. Submit any AC eligible thread of participating in this log's prompts for One (1) Olympia REP point HERE. Threads involving your flora/fauna submission may also be submitted, even if your submission is not made official game canon.

FOR THE RECORD

It’s time to put on your hiking shoes. Characters will be approached by both Evras and Lysa at separate times. Both individuals are interested in recording species of plants and animals-- El Nysa is bursting with all sorts of life, after all! It is impossible to chronicle all of it without help. You will be provided with a journal to chronicle your findings. Each submission pays 100 silver.

OOC: We need YOUR help in worldbuilding the area in and around Olympia and The Outlook! Create a creature or plant and submit it HERE by August 31st at 11:59 PM EST. ONE entry per character only. NOTE: If you have accepted a job at The Sanctuary or Simwe Institute, you MUST submit your entry to your boss to maintain your position. You may assume a character got the job if they established contact, even if an official offer hasn't been extended yet. Although an entry will net you TWO (2) Olympia REP points no matter what, we will be choosing a maximum of 20 entries to include in the official bestiary for future encounters.

THE BIRDS AND THE BEES

Along with the request to record traits of a certain specimen, Evras and Lysa independently ask for more quick favors. Certain species, due to their unique natures, aren’t as prone to procreating as one would hope. They need your help. The directions for these requests, provided by Evras or Lysa, are simple. You will be provided a small amount of heavy aphrodisiacs (and a mask) to spray in a particular region. Because the natural aphrodisiacs of the island run a bit thin there, the wildlife has been less... willing to comply. Each species you help will net you 50 silver. Three species in particular are in need of a little help.

Note: There will be a mask provided. Forgetting it may mean you start to feel some of the effects yourself. You may also be immune. Please put appropriate warnings in threads if applicable.

Xlarix, also commonly referred to as the love bug. Found in MURKWELL HOLLOW.

They have an ability to release literal positive energy, making those exposed to it more willing to be friendly and jovial with another. Even the most heated rivals can easily become the closest companions. You may even be tempted to temporarily abandon the request and do something fun with your new best friend. Unfortunately, while many have desired to use its effects in diplomacy, its effects only last a few minutes at best.

Despite their powers to assist others in bridging emotional gaps, they are vicious insects. During mating, they engage in battle, normally losing the lives of both parties before their spawn is even properly produced. This is why they need a little help. Try to break up the fights as much as you can. For the Xlarix, being in each other's presence for long enough will eventually get them to calm down and continue the process. You may get unlucky in the process and end up with an extremely painful sting that requires healing, however. The pain increases with time, and if you allow it to go untreated for more than a day, it will be excruciating, enough that it may be debilitating, for 12 hours before eventually healing on its own.

Sepht, found in EDRATHE RUINS: Both shy and antisocial, it’s no wonder these little marsupials don’t have much luck in the mating department. They prefer to live in isolation, and are much more concerned with hoarding everything they can get their hands on. This includes stealing anything you may have brought with you. As a warning, they are incredibly strong. They can also fly, so good luck catching them after they’ve made off with your stuff. Let’s hope you can get back that magical sword or enchanted necklace of yours.

Once you have sprayed the chemical in their habitat, do not stick around the area. Despite being more suggestible to mate now, they are shy to the core, and will not come out of hiding until they are sure the coast is clear.

Cinjaw, found JUST OUTSIDE OLYMPIA. Domestic animals kept by local farmers in the outskirts of Olympia. These guys are just really, really lazy. Too lazy to care about things like passing on their genes. Honestly, if it weren’t for the efforts of humans and the fact that their meat is too delicious for the Olympians to allow these creatures to go extinct, they would have been wiped out years ago.

Stay too long near the herd, and you will begin to feel extremely lethargic yourself. Nothing sounds better than using the person next to you as a pillow for your nap, or dropping everything you’re doing to go sleep in that hay. Hopefully someone finds you and is kind enough to wake you up. After spraying the aphrodisiac, you won’t want to stick around. They are loud: loud enough to damage hearing without proper ear protection (Now you know why those farmers walk around with ear plugs).

HELP A NEIGHBOR

Being new is tough in any given neighborhood. This is especially the case when you’re a newly arrived refugee. Though you’ve been welcomed here, you haven’t established a lot of trust in the community. Your neighbors don’t know a single thing about you, and that name tag fiasco doesn’t count.

Fortunately for all of you, the rule of this game is simple. There is no monetary payment, but isn't it priceless to feel good about being a good samaritan?

Make yourself helpful. Did you neighbor mention wanting to take their pet chicken out on a walk? Offer to do it for them and they may pay you back in a meal or a small gift. Did one of them mention needing help with rearranging their collection of thousands of cat figurines? Well, who better than to ask but you! You over there, why not help your fellow refugee by doing this task together? It never hurt to do some teamwork. Or maybe your roommate is the one taking that chicken out on a walk, and you’re just ready to judge. Complete judgment. But hey, that’s fair.

BLOOD BANK

CW: Needles, Blood

One of the things that quickly becomes apparent about life in Olympia is that all citizens are welcome, including those who may possess unique dietary requirements. The Blood Bank is an institution that has stood proudly for many years, and in addition to providing meals for some of its citizens, the supply is invaluable for care in The Sanctuary, research in Simwe Institute, and for use in certain types of magic.

They're offering you a special today, for your blood in particular! You just look so... healthy and able-bodied. Donate a few pints, and you'll earn an easy 200 silver. Unfortunately, the center is so busy today that they've had to call on volunteers, and depending on who you've met so far, your particular volunteer may look familiar. It's... another refugee. Wait, are they even qualified?! How did they even get roped into this?!

Qualified or not, the job pays well for both the refugees donating, and the ones drawing the blood (much more for whoever's donating, though. Fair is fair.). A blood drawing set inclusive of clean needles, antiseptic swabs and a blood storage kit, will be provided. Sticking a needle into a vein isn't as easy as those people in the Sanctuary make it seem, though. You may not always get it the first time, so try, try again!

And if you still can't hit the bulls-eye? A rogue-looking Olympian "volunteer" approaches and hands you a knife. Apparently, cutting right into the vein and collecting the blood in a saucer also works; the staff would only need to sterilize the blood with a spell afterward. And about the gaping wound you'd cause? They always have healing potions on hand for when things go wrong (but just like the potions from before, they have been known to cause some nausea).

You'll do anything to help your fellow Olympian, right?

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There are a total of 3 OLYMPIA REP POINTS possible to earn in this log. 2 from OOCly submitting a flora/fauna above in For the Record, and 1 for submitting any AC-length thread for any of these prompts. You may do one or the other, or both. Submit a flora/fauna HERE and submit an AC-eligible thread HERE by AUGUST 31st 11:59 PM EST.

The results of The Birds and the Bees will be submitted to whoever you submit a flora/fauna entry to. If you do not submit a flora/fauna entry, submission to either one may be handwaved.

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.

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[It's a response that has him barking out a laugh of his own, short and sharp in the gathering stillness of the night.]

Who knows? I've seen enough strange things in this place to last me a life time. Anything seems possible at this point.

[He glances down at the arm-tucked chicken, though. Sees the little nametag attached to the ridiculous leash.]

But unless the goat in question is also named Featherkins, there may be a slight flaw in that plan.

Technically, I'm certain there's a pretentious human out there who could make Featherkins rhyme with Sir McNasty. We could just say that it's a work of poetry.

[ Whose naming all these animals?? The world will never know, and personally speaking Crowley doesn't want to know. It's not like he has any room to judge considering he's been born with a villain-sounding name. ]

But I get you. [ He can't just let the chicken go... now he's gotta find their owner, too. The Gods of this world were truly against him. ] But we've been looking for that goat forever, they probably skipped out of town by now.

[Well, Giovanni's hardly in any position to talk himself, what with Angelika choosing to name his make and model Rammsteiner. He has quite the name. And so again he laughs, spreads his hands in a gesture of defeat.]

Perhaps they'll just have to live with the fact that their goat has abandoned them for pastures new. But we could always return that thing to its rightful owner, get something for our troubles.

[Even if that something transpires to be nothing more than greater acceptance within the community.]

Is there an address on that nametag?

They do say the grass is greener on the other side, but I'll wager that it's been eaten by now.

[ He's such a beaming light of optimism, obviously. ]

Ah, this? [ Crowley glances down, his free hand reaching for the collar and flipping the nametag over. Fortunately there seems to be an address on it so they're not running around the town trying to find the owner. ] Well it looks like we'll at least be getting someone ho—

[ In the corner of his eye he sees it.

Sir McNasty. Just casually eating from one of the food stalls while the merchant has their back to the world, a mistake on the merchant and while just slightly amusing it causes Crowley to blink twice in mild annoyance. ]

Was that little bastard there the entire time?

[A soft ripple of laughter in the wake of thatlittle joke, and he waits whilst his fellow refugee takes a look at that nametag--

--only for Crowley's attention to suddenly shift elsewhere. Quicksharp, Giovanni's eyes, too, move in the direction of his companion's, and there - happily munching away on a bright red apple - is a scruffy horned creature that admittedly seems a good fit for the name Sir McNasty.]

So that's what a goat looks like. And no, it wasn't there a moment ago...

[At least, so he thinks?]

Let's grab it before it can get away. You take one side, I'll take the other.

[And without waiting to see whether Crowley will join him, he begins to move quick and quiet and stealthy towards the goat's left flank.]

[ Pause. ]

You didn't know what a goat looked like before? [ Why... why is he here then. Whatever. ] Wait a minute~ My hands are full.

[ With the chicken that's comfortably still cradled underneath his arm. Crowley wants to use it as an excuse to do nothing at all, but before he can even tease around the suggestion Giovanni is already moving. It earns a sigh at best.

He puts the chicken down and tells it to stay—yes... good chick—before walking over to the side opposite of Giovanni. The goat remains blissfully unaware of the situation and continues to chew obnoxiously. Crowley glances up, giving the other man a small nod of reassurance and...

remains still. Good luck, Giovanni. ]

[Look, he figured it'd be easy enough to spot some rogue animal wandering about, regardless of whether he was able to properly identify the species or not. Whatever the case, they've found it now, and he continues his stealthy approach whilst Crowley inconveniently dithers before seemingly deciding to leave the act of catching the creature to Giovanni.

No matter. Crowley nods, and - faster than should be humanly possible - Giovanni grabs for the wayward goat. Unsurprisingly - he is, after all, a genetically engineered predator - he manages to snag Sir McNasty easily enough--

--but of course, no sooner has he done so than the thing begins to bleet and kick. With a low grunt borne more from surprise than true pain, Giovanni nevertheless endeavours to hold on. Calls over to his less-than-helpful partner.]

Do they need it back alive, or...?

[Or can he break it's wretched neck?]

Look at that~. [ Crowley whistles, impressed by Giovanni's efforts. ] You actually got him! And so fast, too, I knew you'd be able to do it.

[ Which is why he did absolutely nothing, shifting weight onto his foot and smiling briefly. ]

Of course we do. A dead goat wouldn't be of any use to them, and I doubt anyone here will applaud you for killing a small animal. [ That's just a fact. Even if the man did decide not to go with it and kill the goat instead he'd just shrug his shoulders at best, it's not like the world would stop and it'd rain blood due the lost life of something so insignificant. ] Pat on the head, or something, that should make 'im calm down. Maybe.

[And it is tempting to kill the thing regardless. Seems the easiest way to stop the kicking and the noise-- perhaps they can simply return the chicken instead and pretend they never encountered the goat at all? Never mind that all the noise they're making is likely attracting attention by now, no matter the time. And look, he's not exactly a calming kind of presence, not even at the best of times.

But they've been instructed to try blending in, to try to make themselves fit among this alien people, and ultimately Giovanni is the kind of dog who always responds best to orders. At least endeavours to do what the Orbiters have requested of him.

And so finally he puts the animal down, retains his hold on it only by the horn, tries to ignore it as it bucks and struggles against him regardless.]

Make yourself useful, will you? Rather than just standing about. Grab one of those apples, or something.

[Perhaps feeding it will calm it down? He refuses to pat it on the head.]

...

[ Give him a moment to live in the fact that Giovanni is holding this poor animal against its will like this, horn in hand while it bucks for freedom. He knows that he holds no sympathy for either but realizes that his humor can be pushed aside in favor of finishing what they've started. Crowley would much rather not leave a mission incomplete. Something to do with that pride of his; surfacing, he only flashes a toothy grin before he's swiftly grabbing an apple and—

Presents it to at first. ]

You need a little something, too, just to ease that agitated look on your face.

[ Anyway. He'll finally squat down and give the apple to the goat, who, in a surprising turn of events, calms down. ]

[There's a moment after that brief presentation of the apple where Giovanni gives the other refugee the flattest look imaginable, lip oh so subtly curled in a gesture of mild annoyance. But then Crowley's kneeling, offers up the jewel-red fruit to the waiting Mr Nasty, and to the warhound's surprise, the little goat stills in its bucking and kicking, takes the bate.

Success?]

Do you have anything we could use as a tether? Get this thing back to its rightful owner.

[I mean, he could use his tie, something he did briefly consider. But really, he'd rather not spoil it.]

[ You... You already know... what he's gonna do... ]

I've got an idea.

[ Whether or not Giovanni would rather avoid the possibility of losing his tie, Crowley doesn't seem to really care as he reaches over and tugs on it. Perhaps he'd prefer if the vampire used the belt across his chest, but that's something he needs to keep on him to ensure he doesn't burst into flame. ]

I'll buy you a new one.

[Watching someone else burst into flames sounds preferable (and far more entertaining) than giving up his nice tie, but seeing as that isn't said aloud, he can't suggest it as an alternative. Alas. Instead, he makes a face, tries to brush the other man off.]

But I like this one. [It's a yellow one.] It goes well with this shirt.

Is that your way of telling me no?

[ Understandable. Who knows if they'll find one similar to this later? But Crowley's not the type to be compassionate, unfortunately. ]

I said I'd get you a new one. Don't pout so much.

I'm not pouting. It's just a very nice tie.

[For the moment he maintains his hold on the goat, but how long until it starts bucking again, unless they get a move on and begin luring it back to where it belongs? He sighs, looks irritated, sound reluctant.]

Buy me two new ties and I suppose you can have this one.

[ Gah. ]

Such a brat; this isn't a two for the price of one type of situation. [ But it looks like he won't be getting the tie without some sort of agreement, and at this point he's tired and not willing to argue any further. ] Fine. [ He says, finally tugging the tie off. He kneels down to wrap it around the goat and not crush the poor thing at the same time. ]

Now I owe you two new ties, don't say I'm never nice to you.

[Giovanni's tongue clicks sharp against his teeth as Crowley slides the tie from around his neck, but he makes no move to prevent him. He looks decidedly sulky, a little irritated, but look, they're almost done now, aren't they? They've found the damned goat, and have a chicken to return, to boot.

He smooths down his rumpled shirt-collar fussily, looks about for the wayward chicken.]

They had better be good ones.

Don't you trust my sense of fashion? And besides it's obvious that you're a fan of solid colors.

[ Though admittedly it's not like he's gone tie shopping in the past eight hundred years or so. What Giovanni will receive might not (read: won't) be ideal to him, but beauty is in the eye of the beholder and honestly if he complains boohoo Crowley wins another round.

He goes to retrieve the lost kitchen that had flown off the crates from earlier and was pecking at the ground. Patiently waiting, much less rambunctious in comparison to the goat and settles comfortable underneath Crowley's arm once he's picked him up. ] Now let's get these guys back quickly so we can get our reward.

[He looks the taller man over briefly, the drag of his gaze overt and unabashed, even behind the orange gleam of his glasses.]

No.

[He says it quite frankly-- what's with the belts, after all? The belts that they should have used for tethering the goat, he now realises. Clicks his tongue against his teeth in an expression of irritation with himself for not insisting on it earlier.

Still. He follows along a pace or two behind Crowley as he retrieves the waiting chicken.]

Let's hope it's something worth the hassle.

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