❪ mini-event ❫ OLYMPIA QUESTS: 1

[natha]

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? OOC     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. 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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[beatupgrass]

[Rocket's eyes swivel up to him with the kind of incredulity you can't really expect out of most animals, but it at least distracts him from his impression of a mouth-breathing rabid animal. The smell will hit him again pretty soon and then he's probably definitely going to need the aforementioned whizz-room, but not for whizzing.

He's staring long enough that it takes him a second to pick up the beat his new pointy-eared entrepreneur buddy is laying down, which does great for the lie, probably.] Yeah... It's really bad. I gotta coach him through it. You don't want all the details.

[The woman looks between them, but apparently people being suspicious in a Blood Bank is not high on her list of things she feels like dealing with today. She points in a direction. "It's that way, and be quick about it. We don't have enough room for you to be loitering around if you're not here to donate or volunteer."

Rocket shoves himself bodily against Taako's leg to get him moving, just in case she decides that nonconsensual bloodletting is the way to go.] Right, right. We're going.

[chaoticlootral]

[He's moving, he's moving!! Clip-clopping along the hallway in his deeply impractical-for-espionage heels, all the while seeming extremely pleased with himself and his lying skills.]

The trick is you start with number one, and if they start asking too many questions, you move it onto two.

[ Claiming you have to use the bathroom has almost always worked, okay. It's a great card to play. Taako very polite holds open the bathroom door for, um, Justin, ushering him inside. It's just a single stall, because I assume fantasy bathrooms haven't caught up to modern multi-toilet technology. Taako gives one last look out to make sure there isn't anyone around before he slams the door shut and locks it, collecting himself by taking a brief look in whatever mirror is closest and fixing his hair (also because he's a bit of a cockatiel, he finds his own reflection pretty irresistible). ]

Should I change my face? I don't think there's anything we can do about yours.

[beatupgrass]

[The convenient receptacle and the fact that he's endured way too much of something that makes him queasy as hell means that while Taako is preening, Rocket has decided to just toss his cookies while he has the chance. So the answer to his question is the sound of gagging from slightly to the left.]

I hate that frickin' smell. [The second answer- also not to that question- comes through gritted teeth as Rocket pulls back, and waits for the post-vom dizziness to subside.] Go into the blood bank, Rocket. Good idea, Rocket. Why is easy money so hard to resist, man?

[Oh that one was... definitely directed at you, Taako. He's having a moment.]

[chaoticlootral]

[ He's only half paying attention, and seems to think the smell comment is directed at him too because he mutters a little 'excuse me? You don't smell so great yourself' to himself. Some people can't handle their Chanel No. 5. He's clearly involved in something else though: Taako is doing a little more than just preening - his face is changing. His hair turns brown, his ears turn human-round, and his face a little less stunningly beautiful (note: subjective for both before and after) but most importantly unrecognizable as Taako - magic is a pretty effective disguise. This is all taking place while he just casually ignores any gastrointestinal distress Rocket might be having. He's been to parties before, he's not bothered by a little sharing of the bathroom with someone having an upchuck.

He looks over at the question, raising an eyebrow. This is most definitely not easy money. This is probably the very definition of going around your ass to touch your elbow, but, I mean. Way more fun than just letting someone stick you. Who knows what they'd use Taako's extremely important and great blood for. ]

Couldn't tell you, homie, never been one to fight the urge.

[ He drops his coat, shaking out the blood bag and the tube. And also a variety of other junk he grabbed along the way - random medical supplies, someone's watch, a cookie or two saved for people who are actually giving blood, and a knife. ]

[beatupgrass]

[Rocket's still rubbing his mouth as he stops paying attention to his own personal pity party to blink at... well, it was a guy with pointy ears a second ago. Did he black out for a second and get ditched? What the-

Well, that weird nasally drawl is hard to miss and he relaxes somewhat, even if the magic shit would normally earn the world's most epic of eyerolls were he feeling 100% (and if the act of eyerolling wouldn't just make him dizzy again). As it stands, he just looks... unamused. But that's his neutral face, anyway.

But even his determination to be unhappy by his lot in life and his poor decisions to make things more complicated to avoid giving blood, himself cannot stand up to the sight of someone with a case of stickier fingers than his.]

Dude. [He almost sounds impressed.] You work fast.

[chaoticlootral]

[ He's no rogue, he's not about to pick any high-level pockets or perform any feats of treasure snatching from ancient cursed chests or anything, but he has been grabbin' and dashing since he was a kid. Which in elf terms is a pretty good century or so of practice. The invisibility helps.

Sitting on the floor kind of ungracefully, and sticking his arm out to Rocket to attach the apparatus. He also presents the Blood Jar, which was also clanking around in his pile of pilfered goods. ]

Sure, sure, yeah. Big pockets in this thing, you just open it up and scoop it on in there. Not a big deal.

[beatupgrass]

Yeah, easy for you to say. [Rocket picks up the pieces of their ingenious plan, which he's glad they're still committing to here. He'd be even more embarrassed by his trauma-induced nausea if their big plan was deemed too complicated or something.

A success will make him feel better.] Big pockets don't really go with this outfit.

[But he does have fast and deft little people hands that make short work of getting the apparatus hooked up the way it needs to be.] Not that it ever stops me.

[Because Rocket is pretty much a rogue.]

[chaoticlootral]

[ Taako's always down for any old shit. Including this. Which has been probably the most fun he's had in a week - and lets him forget about any existential despair or familial induced depressive episodes for a brief few minutes entirely, so, honestly, pretty great. 10/10 would heist with this tiny rogue again, even if this all goes pear-shaped in the end.

Testing his arm admiringly, then pulling his coat back on to cover up until the time is right. He stays sitting on the floor for a minute, though, so he's not towering over his accomplice. ]

So, how do you want to roll with this? You hold the needle, or I go find someone unsuspecting to suck this juice on out while you . . . I don't know, run interference?

[beatupgrass]

[Crap. The simplest, cleanest way to run this con would be for both parties to be the only parties involved so no one gets suspicious. He can probably steal a cloak so no one wonders why ~the service animal~ is taking blood. And it's not like the needles will be actively going in him or, you know, he'll be expected to do anything but assist the process.

The internal debate takes up a silence a run of the Jeopardy theme could comfortably fill, and Rocket finally flicks his ears in agitation.] Eh, to hell with it. It'll get done faster if we just do the whole thing. You're gonna have to get me something to cover up in, though. Pretty sure- [and he says this with distaste]- service animals don't draw blood.

[chaoticlootral]

Could be an exceptionally service-oriented animal, what do I know.

[ Taako considers this proposal, tapping his chin while he tries to figure out who he's going to nab a cloak from - before he comes to some sort of conclusion. The end of the umbrella staff is lowered to hover right around Rocket's eye level. ]

Sure, could go grab you something fashionable, or could just drop a disguise on you too, you know. A little of the old polymorph? My speciality.

[beatupgrass]

[Ugh magic. He's so skeptical, but this whole situation is the definition of sketch and FaceYourFears.mp3, so while he looks like he's about to drop one big "aw hale naw," he stops short of it, and sighs.]

Eh. What the hell? We made it this far... Even if I have no frickin' clue what a polymorph is. This ain't gonna get extra weird, is it?

[He asks this after he's already pretty much agreed. What a fool.]