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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?

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.

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[ Pulling the skin taut over the bend of Keith's elbow, JJ's attention is split between the task in front of him and the conversation they're currently having. It's definitely the spot that he's used to giving blood from, but there's also definitely more than one vein visible? Which one should he use?

Does it even matter?? ]

Maybe these are magically disinfected needles, and that's why you don't need swabs. That would be crazy, if you died because of an infection. After everything: being thrown through space, fighting monsters, to die from some bacteria?

[ He looks Keith in the eye. ]

Don't worry, I'll take care of you.

[ Then, with a deep breath, he presses the needle into Keith's skin—screaming internally the entire time—but managing to keep a remarkably calm exterior, despite the slight grimace on his face. JJ's confidence usually knows no bounds, but even he can be sympathetic in a situation like this, looking back at the other teen uncertainly. ]

So, you feeling okay?

[He's offering his arm out straight, careful about not...even moving his fingers about. They're curled into a fist -- feels right, though it probably doesn't encourage his veins to become more apparent.]

That's -- [Ridiculous, and yet? Maybe this was a bad idea. He's starting to forget about the payment and focus on the fact that he's probably going to die here with JJ stabbing his arm.] alright, I changed my mind-!

[He's in the process of forfeiting when there's a second(ish?) attempt at reassuring him. I'll take care of you -- Nope. No. That's absurd. They haven't even practiced trustfalls together, which may actually be why this progressing so...rockily.

He all but stops breathing when he feels that telltale pinch; actual nurses tend to suggest not...watching, but here he is, staring directly at the needle piercing the inside of his elbow. It's too late to go back now. It's -- okay. They've got magic on their side. Magic, potions, voodoo.

Another audible exhale and he offers a nod.]

Yeah. I'm fine.

[Resolutely, while relocating his stare unto JJ. It's the same look a lab rat would give it's designated scientist just before a session of vivisection. It's a mismatched response, but an honest one.]

[ JJ beams. But it's not an innocent smile of relief, it's cocky and arrogant and says: ]

I knew it'd would be fine. So I'll just—

[ And admittedly it's not the worst job, but luckily for Keith, JJ doesn't actually get far before a supervising nurse that's passing by chances upon the pair and butts in, yanking the needle out none too gently before grabbing another needle, dabbing briefly before jamming it in, in another spot.

Three vials, she tells JJ, guiding his hand to hold the syringe before walking off.

He stares after her for a while. ]

That was scary.

[ She was so abrupt! But JJ finally gets to work, and sets about drawing Keith's blood. ]

Did that hurt? You can hold onto my shoulder if you want.

[ His bedside manner is the best. ]

[That bit of cockiness isn't at all as grating as it should be. It's delayed, if anything. He's prepared to actually breathe again...until an actual nurse strolls by to none-too-pleasantly right the situation.

The whole thing being extremely un-nurse-like. JJ feigning the role is all the more convincing once she leaves and he's left with a brand new ache in his arm?! Certainly not the most challenging thing he's ever endured. Jarring and unpleasant? Sure.

He's a second away from agreeing, but swallows his words with a tense brow.]

No, it's fine.

[While pointedly not looking at the needle this time. He's got his big boy britches on.]

[ Looking up briefly, JJ fixes Keith with an uncharacteristic frown, but he doesn't really push the issue. Both of his hands are busy, so he's not like he can reach ot to give him a reassuring squeeze on his own (though he does still hold the syringe steady with one hand to reach over and pat Keith's other arm—he has younger siblings, and he can be considerate sometimes). ]

If you're sure. The hardest part is over anyway. You can sit back and relax now.

[ And he genuinely believes in that advice, completely unaware of how likely impossible it is for Keith to follow it. That's because it is true, for JJ at least. The needle's in, now all he needs to do is draw the blood and switch the vials.

So he relaxes, heartrate calming down and feeling a bit more confident. ]

My name's JJ, by the way. I'm new around here—I guess you are too, and that's why you're selling your blood for money. It's pretty rough coming here with nothing.

[ He looks up again, somewhat curious. ]

Is it weird to know that an alien is going to be drinking your blood? That's part of you. In them.

[ Mind blowing. ]

[M...aybe? Maybe later. As it were, Keith's sitting there like a cat that's just had all of it's fur stroked in reverse. He'll eventually settle, naturally, as their conversation progresses into something more distracting than needle high-jinks.]

Doesn't that mean you donated blood too?

[There's a slight pause.]

Keith.

[And then the conversation takes a turn, which seems to be a trend with JJ?!]

I wasn't really thinking about it. It's fine if they're just drinking it.

[Or so he's managed to convince himself. What if they are harvesting it, though? What if they're going to somehow use it against him?

...What if the needles really aren't sterile?]

No.

[ JJ's switching one vial for the other, and at least he can do this without much trouble. He doesn't even feel quesy as he watches the dark blood fill the tube, familiar enough with the sight given how many tests he's done himself. ]

Do you know about vampires? They can sense people and stalk them, and they have super senses. And I'm an athlete, so my blood's probably pretty high quality. Even if vampires aren't real, I don't really want to be stalked by an alien that's addicted to my taste.

[ Though he's sure you taste just fine too, Keith. ]

[Such a swift response. Maybe he shouldn't have....donated so easily? If he were to forego, he may not be able to outdo Lance in terms of this week's pay?! A travesty, but uh...]

Look,

[While watching him mess around with the vials; he really should've consulted JJ about this ahead of time? Glanced over an info sheet...]

I'm -- that's enough. I think one vial's fine.

[Annnnnd he's moving to stand, needle in arm. He's not prepared to rip it out quite yet. KEEP AMPING HIM UP, JJ.]

[ Considering that JJ had his solely on the arm and task in front of him, he's completely missed the way that Keith's steadily growing more anxious, eyebrows shooting up in surprise when Keith suddenly stands up. ]

Wh— hey.

[ He jerks back when Keith does, the needle coming out of his arm fairly easily, and thankfully Keith doesn't start bleeding profusely thanks to the tourniquet, though a bit of blood does bead at the small puncture. But while that is a saving grace, what isn't as neat and tidy is the way that JJ presses instinctively on the syringe when he jerks back, effectively pushing the blood right back out of the needle.

And spraying it all over Keith's arm. ]

Ah, wait—

[ It looks like a disaster, and now JJ's stomach is rolling again as he looks up at Keith, both alarmed and helpless but still moving to reach out and grab the other teen's wrist like ]

Wait a second!

[Good thing he's not wearing his jacket...red on red is a bit too fancy for his liking. At least the blood spurts from the needle rather than his arm?]

For what?!

[Rather than focusing on cleaning his arm or shaking JJ off, Keith's reaching for the vial with his other hand, contemplates holding onto it for safekeeping (what if...) but ultimately decides to chuck it at the ground as hard as he possibly can in such a state.]

We gotta go.

[At least he's not lumping JJ in with the aliens and creepily (on principle) weird nurses...or holding any of this nonsense against him. Only then does he pull his arm away, only to grip the skater's own wrist in turn and....

Taking off in a sprint. Theoretically towing him along.]

[ ???

JJ lets himself be pulled along, the syringe dropping rather dangerously to the ground, eyes wide and completely confused.

Was it something he said? ]

Go—where? Why are we running?

[ He doesn't protest anyway, though he can hear nurses yelling behind them now. People deftly step to the side as they see the pair coming, apparently not wanting to deal with the expression on Keith's face or the amount of blood on his arm.

And JJ, finally gathering some of his wits, yanks Keith to a stop. ]

Hey! Relax! We need to get you cleaned up. And you need a bandaid for your arm. I can't believe you just stood up while I had the needle in you!

[ As someone who's never been in so much as a fistfight, he finds this very alarming. ]

[Please JJ, try to read the mood...and keep up.]

We'll talk about it later!

[Too bad he doesn't have his speedy getaway bike. He's happy to ignore the commotion they're leaving behind, charging off like a newly-escaped cow from slaughter, until JJ nearly trips him up with that full stop.]

Don't worry about that. [That, being his bloody arm...and the needle thing. It's in the past.] We should move out of sight.

[Tug, tug...move somewhere private with this temperamental stranger -- err, new friend.]

[ JJ has no idea what's happening, but Keith has dismissed his concern about his bloodied arm so soundly that he doesn't even know how to start protesting again. As far as he can tell, Keith is the manic pixie dream girl in this scenario, whisking him off from the mundane into an unpredictable life of adventure.

Except that JJ's life had already taken a turn toward unpredictable adventure, and he's still struggling to adjust to that plot twist.

But he follows along nonetheless, offering some whiny protests when Keith yanks on his wrist too hard or nearly has him careening into a chicken or bystander. Eventually, they settle into an alleyway beside a fruitstand, and JJ takes a second to gather his bearings while his eyebrows perform some complex acrobatics in an attempt to express his concern. ]

Okay, so. Why does it feel like we're suddenly running from the police?

[ Is he still getting paid for this?? ]

[Their relationship is straight out of a Miyazaki movie, minus anything really incredible happening at all. Keith's just a psychopath, but he's short...so it's okay. Moreover, it isn't his fault if the designated chickens/chicken walkers aren't making way for them. They've got some important matters to discuss.

A quiet place to find.

Once they slip out of sight, he's not so quick to settle. He's peering out of the alley, just...confirming that they haven't been followed. Neurotic.]

Because we-- we're not-!

[He backs up, closer to JJ.]

What were you saying about the aliens drinking blood?!

What?

[ For a second, JJ's thinks that Keith's about to start a fight with him, and he leans back instinctively. He's always had a big, in-your-face sort of personality, but he's not a fighter. At least not in the physical sense; he'd never jeopardize his skating over a tussle. ]

You've never heard of vampires? I don't know if they exist but. I mean, you already knew people were going to drink your blood?

[ His eyes are wide, and he looks completely lost. ]

It's just a possibility some of them get like... addicted to your blood. There's a million romance novels about that kind of thing.

I wasn't trying to feed vampires!

[JJ's safe from being attacked by Keith. As far as he knows, JJ's on his...side...so it's fine.]

All I was trying to do...hang on. Where are you from originally?

[He knows of vampires, looks human enough. Probable answer: Earth, he just needs confirmation.

Because he's insane.]

[ Keith is obviously the insane one out of the two of them, and JJ just fixes him with a bewildered stare. ]

Canada.

[ Does he need to take off his shirt and show Keith his maple leaf tattoo?? ]

[Oh, good, he's talking sensibly. Canada? Sounds great.

On which body part is that tattoo located........???]

Alright, well I wasn't expecting aliens to get hooked on our blood here.

[And now they've gotta hide out here until those weird med people decide to halt their search efforts...except no one's looking for them and everyone thinks Keith's insane. Normal day.]

[ ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) ]

Hold up.

[ He's so over this alien blood conspiracy. Probably because he hadn't donated any blood himself (again, for the aforementioned reasons of being a WORLDCLASS athelete and his premium quality body fluids, etc.).

But he is happy to talk to someone about the planet that they used to know. ]

Are you from Earth too? You look human. Let me guess... Colarado?

[ He looks like a... cowboy? ]

What?

[Talk about anticlimactic; here he was thinking JJ had a new possibility to offer, more insight, maybe something entirely out of left field...

left field is right.]

That's besides the point! I only asked you to make sure we were on the same page.

[WHY COLARADO??? STOP THAT.]

Tell me what else you know about the donations.

[ JJ's not necessarily a confrontational person, usually too relaxed or "above it all" (his own description of himself), so he doesn't necessarily bristle when Keith starts interrogating him, though his eyebrows do jump at the sudden treatment. ]

We are on the same page. [ Actually, probably not. He can't comprehend what's going through Keith's head. ] And we're on the same team, so just chill.

[ Though he's starting to wonder if it's possible for Keith to chill at all. Ever. In history. ]

You probably need a bandaid on that arm, and maybe some juice? Let's just sit down with some coffee, have a chat...

[ His smile clearly says "trust me". ]

[This is like, when someone's a little bit (little bit) frazzled over something but is simultaneously internally in denial of being quite so frazzled (or at least, under the impression that he's got some poise), so being told to chill has the opposite effect. He's rendered slightly more tense, opens his mouth for proper denial--

But then he's on about bandaids. Maybe he should wipe the blood off, at least? He glances down at that arm (which is actually actively bleeding, just a lil) and very nearly barks:]

I'm fine. I don't want juice.

[He's gonna have to be nonconned into h/c...

He's slinking closer to the edge of their hideaway, checking once more...re-confirming that no one out there's actively looking for him to harvest his blood.]

But you're avoiding the question...

[Way to seem like a carnivorous alien sympathizer, JJ.]

[ Maybe someone else would try another approach when the first one is so obviously not working, but JJ, bullheaded and unable to see another possible method to use, keeps at it, frowning when Keith glances around them. ]

You're overreacting. There's nothing for me to say about the aliens? I mean, if someone's drinking blood they're probably an alien, right? Unless vampires are real? Are vampires aliens?

[ Now it's your turn to do the answering Keith.

Or it would be, if JJ was even remotely interested in the topic. He steps forward, expression slightly queasy at the sight of Keith's arm. ]

It's not like it matters since you didn't actually donate any blood. Now can you please get that looked at? All the blood is creeping me out.

[See, now Keith's beginning to understand JJ for who he is: a goon, rather than a viable source of alien knowledge. His expression falls some.]

It doesn't matter if I gave any or not!

[But, it apparently doesn't...matter period, since JJ's on some weird Twilight fanfiction tangent. If he were onto anything of merit, they'd have to stop those aliens regardless.

Alas, his terminator fantasy dies another day.]

I'm fine, you're the one who spilled it on me.

[He's accounting that spill for most of the bloody excess on his arm, but does turn his arm in to start wiping it on his shirt. Whatever.]

tender doctor/patient roleplay

daddy....

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jj is making me laugh all day (1/2)

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meanwhile he's making keith wonder if he's going to die rip

WHY IS HE BEHAVING LIKE A MONSTER?

he just doesn't think before he speaks.......

he's ruining everything

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im cracking up at this pure child

he's never been a fugitive??

welcome to the dangerous side of life

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