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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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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.]

I can literally see you bleeding.

[ Okay, it's not like blood is gushing out of him, but it's still something, and considering that Keith had just donated blood, he probably should sit down and get patched up.

Regardless, JJ keeps up his friendly facade, reasoning with Keith like he would with one of his particularly stubborn siblings and stepping forward to put a hand on his shoulder. ]

I might not be a real nurse— [ in case that isn't obvious by now ] but I know that you're probably not supposed to run around after donating blood. Which you actually didn't donate since you threw it on the ground, and that seems like kind of a waste, but that's your call. So now.

[ He shakes Keith's shoulder a little, more insistently. ]

Let's get a drink!

[Okay, he can just...awkwardly press the end of his shirt against the puncture until it stops bleeding...then...which he does. Since JJ's obsessed. He's just inwardly glad the guy hasn't fainted -- which, he'd be an asinine for volunteering to help at a blood bank if that were the case.

But, he's thankful nevertheless.]

You were saying weir--

[THIS IS ASSAULT?]

--A drink?!

[That...sounds innocent enough, but also specific enough that he's to assume JJ wants to drink alcohol.

Nnnooo..oo...]

[ Luckily for Keith, JJ's "assault" doesn't last too long, his hand eventually sliding off Keith's shoulder but only so that his fingers can press into his shoulder blade as a guide as he leads them both out of the alley. ]

Yeah. Whatever, it doesn't have to be juice.

[ Since Keith had so violently rejected that offer before.

He's glad the situation seems to be deescalating at least, though passerbys still give the state of Keith's arm alarmed looks as they walk past. The tourniquet is still there. ]

So, you never said where you from. Was I right, I bet it was Colarado...

[ It doesn't matter, and JJ's attention is wandering anyway, his hand moving again, this time falling to Keith's elbow so that he can lead him down the street in search of a tea shop or something. It's too bad they can't just duck into a Starbucks but he'll make it work. ]

[Juice is fine in certain contexts, even if its been denied five minutes prior okay...

He doesn't protest as he's lead out of the alley. This is fine, barring the fact that he sticks out like a sore thumb and is now paranoid that people are hunting him down for his blood. He could lose the tourniquet, but he's too busy glaring at strangers, applying pressure to his arm, trying to discern where he's being lead.

Better not be a fucking alien vampire lair.]

I'm from a cabin on Earth.

[HIS CANON NEVER SPECIFIED WHERE ANYONE WAS FROM. EVEN HIS ETHNICITY JUST SAYS 'GALRAN/HUMAN OK.]

But I haven't been to Earth for a while.

[ "A cabin on Earth" doesn't sound particularly specific, and JJ furrows his brows as he contemplates where that might be. Maybe Ohio?

It looks like Keith's dealing with some kind of fairy tale situation, unaware of his roots.

Normally, even with Keith's young age, JJ would've asked something stupid like wondering if maybe he was an astronaut and that's why he hadn't been to Earth on a while, but if he's being honest that sounds even more far-fetched than the actual truth of Keith just being from a whole different universe where people actually travel space. Space missions don't span entire lifetimes where JJ comes from. ]

Huh. Earth sounds pretty boring when you compare it to space travel.

[ He'd still wanted to explore more of it, though. ]

It's still so hard to believe... There are whole other universes and dimensions. Actually, it's not that to believe, but it's hard to believe that it's happening to me.

[ He looks at Keith with a small frown, and suddenly his tension makes sense—losing an entire home could create some trust issues. ]

Is that why you don't like juice? Do you have special space diet?

[He supposes, though Earth's never meant...as much to him as it might for other people. Which is freaking weird to think. He certainly felt like he belonged when he was part of the Garrison but finding his lion and being part of Voltron opened an entirely new can of worms for him. He's got got friends, alien roots, things of merit to tend to....]

What's happening to you?

[JJ should try astral projecting himself to the nearest juice kiosk.]

...I can drink juice! I'm not -- if you feel like getting juice, we can get juice.

[Said like a father that's been asked 19 times by their child if they could go get the newest Peppa Pig doll at Toys R Us.]

I don't want juice. [ The look that JJ sends Keith makes it clear that he thinks it's Keith who's being weird about this. ] That's just what they normally give you after you donate blood and you're being super weird about it.

[ Anyway, JJ doesn't actually care about juice that much. Instead, he's looking around them for somewhere to duck into and get Glaring McGlaresAtEveryone and his bloody arm off the street. Coffee shops and fast food places aren't really the norm in Olympia—the capitalism not that far developed yet.

Thankfully, he does spot a pastry shop, brightening and one of his hands going to wrap around Keith's bicep to lead him into the shop. ]

Hey, doesn't this place look good? I can get coffee, and you can get... [ He looks back at Keith, who's wound up enough as it is. ] Milk, I guess.

[What the heck.

First, to deny the thing he's been talking about the whole time and then put him on blast...]

How am I being weird about it?!

[Keith, on the other hand, isn't looking for any one place in particular to head into. He's too. Flabbergasted by nearly becoming hunted by aliens for life (for his Galran blood) and now JJ's being so defensive about juice?

Whatever the case may be, he's physically being lead into this rando pastry shop, frowning all the while. The patrons will be privvy to (1) severely uncomfortable looking teen, who's actively bleeding and wearing a tourniquet.]

Well we're already here. [Late on the opinion game......] W--?! I don't want milk?!

[They're like a couple already.]

[And he's finally trying to pull away.]

Why are you looking at me like that-?!

[His paranoia's skyrocketing because JJ's treating him like he's 12.....The Saga.]

Keith!

[ JJ lets him go without a fight, mostly because he doesn't want the situation to escalate in the pastry shop where the other patrons are already looking incredibly uncomfortable with their presence. He doesn't want to get kicked out, he only gets kicked out of things when his good looks make girls start brawls over him.

He just doesn't understand why this is so difficult. How can someone get so worked up while surrounded by baked goods?? ]

What? I'm not doing anything! Do you want a coffee too?

[ He hopes not. Damn. ]

You should probably eat something since you're still bleeding, and I don't really have anything at home.

[ Which is obviously where they're going after this. ]

[It isn't his fault that friendmaking's hard and JJ's weird. Instead of trying to remedy anything, he's busy removing the tourniquet from his arm, finally.]

Fine, it doesn't matter. I'll have whatever you're ordering.

[Haughty, still fussing over the compressant. He can't be assed to glance over the menu or take a looksee at the display case thinger. Once it comes loose, he's making his way over to the nearest trash barrel and disposing of it, inwardly trying to decide if it could've had a tracker on it...]

-- Wait, what are you talking about?

[At home? Why does JJ wanna take him home? Weh.]

[ Well, now they're both getting tea because JJ hopes that it might relax Keith some, and he gets a small cake for Keith as well—nothing for himself, because he still needs to save money. The sacrifices he makes for friendship.

The order doesn't take long at all, but JJ still turns to answer Keith's question as he waits. ]

Well, aren't we going to my apartment after this? To fix up your arm?

[ His intentions are purely innocent, despite being the one who singlehandedly ruined Keith's day. ]

[For whatever reason -- likely because of how JJ was nonstop about food and drinks and juice and coffee, it just made sense for him to handle the order.

Though he didn't think as far as payment. Tis the life of a rookie friendmaker. He starts rifling through his pockets, gathering up some spare cash to cram into JJ's pocket instead.]

We have bandaids at my place.

[Hamster...bandages...for some reason, Lance.]

What—

[ JJ just watches silently as Keith reaches over to push some money in his pocket, his heart warming at the gesture but also slightly stunned at how forward it is.

He shouldn't blame Keith though, he does look very good in these pants. ]

Okay, I can come over.

[ He says, despite Keith not inviting him. As far as he's concerned, they're a pair now, as he accepts their tea, holding one cup out to Keith alongside the brown bag with the cake. ]

[Heart warming?????????]

Why?

[Between them, they'll cover the five W's in no time. He's...not...not inviting him -- or uninviting him, in this case, but?! He lives with Lace, who's eternally embarrassing, and Allura, who -- who knows what she's up to. He's never had a friend over, so this is automatically a weird situation.

He'll accept the bag as well as his drink, but he's completely distracted by this conundrum.]

Are you doing this because you don't think I'm okay?

Obviously.

[ The concern is evident on his face now, and JJ's not sure how Keith could think he looks anything but not okay. ]

You're literally bleeding right now.

[ He leads them both outside, so even if they don't end up going to Keith's place, at least they're not unnerving the patrons of the shop anymore. ]

Plus, you got all scared earlier. What kind of jerk do you think I am that I'd just ditch you after that?

[ C'mon Keith, you know better!! ]

You mentioned that...

[He does look down at his arm once more, just to confirm a lil bit of everything. It's all fine and dandy until JJ brings up the s-word, then he's being regarded like that time Kanye West went off-script about how George Bush doesn't care about black people; Keith is Mike Myers in this case.]

I wasn't scared. Why would I want aliens to get addicted to my blood?!

[Here we go again..un-progress.]

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when will keith chill

the 8 ball says to ask again later

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