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( introlog #5 ) strangerer things

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?

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THESA STATION    
All refugees on the station are called to the hangar where a large-scale teleporter has been set up; everyone will be sent to the planet together. Simply step onto the space between the arrays and wait. Before they depart, all new refugees will be given a starter kit!

You may have heard about earlier technical difficulties, but don't worry. I promise everything is in perfect working order this time. I'd say I tested it myself, but since that's not exactly possible, you'll just have to trust me! (Please.)

The older refugees will also be there to guide you to ensure no one is left confused... or behind. Make sure you wait for them — I've been detecting something odd so I'll be having them meet you at the landing site. Good luck, refugees! Not that you'll be needing it or anything...

The arrays begin to hum and glow, quickly building into a brilliant wash of light. It creates a column that travels all the way from Thesa Station to the surface of El Nysa. With the night sky as a canvas, the beam can be seen all the way from Olympia and Wyver — a view that has the natives whispering of blessings.

As a sudden but beautiful aurora splays across the sky, the refugees down on the planet receive a message asking them to travel to the landing site — and warning them to prepare for what may come of the strange readings Zasere's gotten from the teleport itself.
ON A BEAM OF LIGHT    

Traveling through the light leaves the impression of blinding starlight, a strange sense of weightlessness, and a disorienting moment of total sensory deprivation. The radiance of your teleport hangs bright in the sky above you, a shimmering aurora that reflects off the calm waters below, visible for miles all around.

You've landed on a peninsula to the east of the South Outpost. There's little here — scattered trees on spring-barren plains, with a few overgrown, dilapidated structures poking out of the brush. All is quiet save for the keening of animals and the gentle lapping of waves against the shore. This lonely desolation is hardly the bustling cities and vibrant cultures you were promised back on the station...
BY CAMPFIRE'S GLOW. But waiting for you is a group of your predecessors, and with them, a veritable tent city, with portable stoves, coolers of food and drink, comfortable bedrolls, and cheerful rings of bonfires — all that you need to make merry of the night, courtesy of Overseer Voss, who has, thanks to his interest in blessed meteorological phenomena and refugees, decided to make a holy expedition of the affair.

Settle in, meet new comrades, and enjoy yourself, for you've safely completed your journey. But don't wander too far from the fires — the dark is closing in, and there's a strange, electric feeling in the air, the scent of ozone drifting on the breeze. And what were those odd readings Zasere mentioned?



A SHEPHERD OVER THE FLOCK. The spring sun dawns on a grey morning, already burning away the fog rolling in off the sea. It quickly becomes apparent that Voss and his entourage of acolytes have been up for hours, hard at work. They've set up a brightly-draped stage and a travel pulpit, magically enchanted to amplify his voice, and as the sun breaks over the horizon, Voss is all set to do what he does best: proselytize.

As our Goddess has sent Her blessing once before to herald the coming of those touched by Her light, so She has done once again! Here you see them, those surrounded by the light of our Goddess, each of them bearing the mark upon their skin of Her holiest of hands! Do you not see? Do none among you bear witness to the righteousness of Her message? Perhaps this is why our people have shamed themselves in front of our Goddess—

[ He continues for another 15 minutes... ]

Nevertheless. See you them before us now! See them as they are, coming to our gates with Her reminder, that these people must be treated with the utmost respect and care. Thesa's divinity is not to be treated with such flagrant disregard! Those who She chooses are not ours to use as mindless fodder, to hurt, to torture — shame upon those who allowed such deeds to shame us under Her watchful gaze!

To those of you who have just arrived here on our doorstep, be not afraid! The Temples of Thesa welcome you to our home with hearts and minds open! Should you ever find yourself in need of solace, seek out the Temples, as there are no greater allies to you than those of us within the Temple walls. You are welcome all to Olympia!


As he steps away from the enchanted podium, he can be heard saying aside to an acolyte, "How was that? Heavy on the shame, but I think it went well!" While he will not leave the area immediately, his acolytes will politely turn away attempts to speak with him and remind anyone interested that they can leave a message at the Temples.
CLOSE ENCOUNTERS    

Despite going off without hitch, the new refugees' arrival isn't entirely without incident. It seems that the "blessed" beam of light that brought the refugees down to El Nysa brought something else along with it — a sliver of the Storm. At least the beam was short enough that only a small fraction managed to squeeze through.

But it's enough to wreak a little havoc around the landing site and along the road back toward Olympia and Wyver — and even, for a few days, in the cities themselves.
THE TRUTH IS OUT THERE. The Storm is an undeniably destructive force, and that's proven with this small sliver's effect as it ripples across the continent. While there's no visible sign of its presence, strange phenomena soon begin to appear, corresponding with Zasere's odd readings.

They're innocuous little things at first. A sudden silence, animals going quiet, insects stilling. All technology, no matter how advanced, ceases working. You discover when you check with a friend, the clock on your phone is twelve minutes slow even though you'd swear only a minute had passed — time missing. Walking through the woods takes longer than it should when brushing past one bush leads to brushing past that same bush again — and again, and again, the area looping on itself. It keeps you trapped, going in circles for minutes, even hours, before finally releasing you in a random direction.

Or perhaps you'll feel a sense of deja vu, like you've walked down this road, taken this turn, seen that bird fly from this branch before. This is the second time that cat has crossed your path. The person you're meeting, you already know their name; you're certain you've already met.



WE GOT COWS. The Storm sliver also ushers in sudden, localized weather anomalies — heavy storms, blizzards, strong winds, and more. Affected areas range from just a few feet wide to nearly half a mile. One minute, the sky may be sunny and clear, but the next dark storm clouds roll in, unleashing torrential rain. Small tornadoes surge along the road, kicking up winds strong enough to knock people over and carry objects away. Hail hurtles down from the sky, but only in a ten foot radius. Temperatures fluctuate wildly between one extreme and the next, from heat waves to cold snaps. Soupy fog blankets the area, thick enough that you can barely see your hand in front of your face. Good luck finding your way!



FORGETTING IS SO LONG. The visions come on suddenly and with very little warning. One second, you're carrying on as normal — but the next, you blink and find yourself (and anyone near you) somewhere else completely. You may recognize this place as a moment from the past, one that you lived through. It's a memory, your memory, and it now replays around you in exceptional detail, unnervingly lifelike. Or you may not recognize it at all. It might belong to the person next to you, or to someone else entirely — a memory that the Storm has swallowed up.

Either way, the scene plays out just as it once did, and there's nothing you can do to stop it — or escape it. The memory surrounds you to no end: every door you open leads nowhere, every hallway you turn down continues on forever, every horizon you flee toward hangs just out of reach. And linger too long or turn the wrong corner, and you may find yourself abruptly stuck in a completely different memory. It's almost tempting, then, to give up, to let the past sweep you away...

But this isn't the full might of the Storm. Look closely, and you can see that in the walls of this trap, there are minute, hairline cracks, a facade of fractured glass. Imperfections in the memory where the real world is breaking through. It seems the only way to escape these memories is to find those cracks and break through them — by force, by will, or by some other method entirely.
DECISIONS, DECISIONS...    

The time is coming to make a choice — perhaps not a permanent choice, but unless you want to spend the rest of your nights out under the stars, you'll need to pick which city you will initially spend your time in. On the horizon, you will see that people have arrived to help you make that decision...
A FORK IN THE ROAD. Refugees and the hyper-religious wishing to hear Voss speak are not the only ones out and about under the light of the aurora. Citizens of both Olympia and Wyver have flocked to a point on the road midway between the cities and where the refugees have appeared, and they all have the same goal in mind: convincing the newcomers who have just descended in the blessed light of Thesa to come to their city and not the other.

They've come with bribes — that is, examples of what their cities have to offer. If you spent much time at the exhibition up on Thesa Station, you might recognize some of what's being shown off, though the offerings here are markedly more tangible, and shown off by hawkers wearing substantially fewer clothes.

A herd of pegasi accompanies the Olympians, while a line of flying serpents is stabled at a tent bearing Wyver colors. Refugees are given the chance to experience solo flights and are told that if they prove their loyalty, they may have the privilege of owning such fine beasts one day themselves. The Olympians have also brought couture clothing, jewelry, and makeup to offer a taste of Olympian splendor, while the Wyver delegation has brought along fine weapons, sense-enhancing jungle plants, and small vials of diluted dragon’s blood (drinking confers a temporary boost in strength) to demonstrate their might. The Olympians speak proudly of the glory of the Temples of Thesa; the Wyverns speak of the Volkkran Pact and inform newcomers that they can make a pilgrimage to the summit of Namarak Mountain at the next full moon.

This is as good a time as any to compare your plans with others around you and exchange contact information before going your separate ways with people who are going to the city you are not. When you’re ready to go, don’t worry about safe passage — the natives of each city will gladly escort you there in luxury.



OF WHITE AND GOLD. The people of Olympia are ecstatic that you’ve come to join them... So much so that they’ve prepared a grand tour of the city for the new arrivals. You will be introduced to the major businesses in the city, including businesses that they are proud to point out were founded by refugees.

Refugees who have been here for some time already are encouraged to pair up with newcomers to introduce them to the parts of the city they like best. To facilitate this, they’ve made arrangements with many of the business owners: new refugees who visit their shops (and older refugees who escort them) are given discounts!

Just a few examples of many: the Wyvernest offers free desserts to first time visitors with the purchase of a drink, refugees who visit the Silk Wyrms can have one custom (though not exceedingly expensive) outfit made for them for free, and visitors to Shades Darker are offered a half-hour session with one of the prostitutes at half price… or access to a private room, if they seem to have taken a shine to one of their companions on the tour.

Lastly, tour guides will point out that over the course of the next week, the train to Flona Cove will allow new refugees to board for free so that they can experience the seaside for themselves. With the weather finally starting to warm, this is as good a time as any for a visit to the beach, isn’t it?



OF RED AND BLACK. Life in Wyver is typically a sink-or-swim sort of experience — but in light of the valor recently displayed by their predecessors, the natives are now more willing to assist in getting newcomers settled. The entire journey here they have been talking up the virtues of their city… and now is the time to show everything that's on offer.

The well-known businesses in the city are prepared for the influx of newcomers. Some are giving out discounted samples of their products while others are offering a more hands-on experience: in exchange for working a few hours, they will give training in whatever task is being performed.

At the Forged, newcomers can learn the basics of crafting simple weapons (and take one of their successes home), while visitors to spas near the lagoons are trained in the art of massage. Those who wander to Falmi’s Ring can learn the art of pugilism or how to keep (and fix) books if they're more inclined to the gambling that goes on. Newcomers interested in Wyver's dragons can get hands-on experience at the Fields of the Exalted's nursery. While they walk from place to place, a guide may point out a job posting from Highwind Hires, noting that refugees can make a name for themselves outside official channels.

The last stop on the tour is the Undergrowth. The guides speak of the jungle in reverent tones and caution new refugees not to wander too far in. They warn never to explore alone, but also urge refugees to take time to familiarize themselves with it; after all, the jungle is an important part of life in Wyver, and those who are going to be living here should understand it as well as they do.
You've chosen your path, refugee, but that doesn't necessarily make it a permanent one. Watch out for the strange effects of the Storm, which linger still in the two cities and everywhere in between for the next few days before dissipating just as mysteriously as they came, but otherwise enjoy the welcome and make yourself at home — after all, this is home now.
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sparsity: (093.)

[personal profile] sparsity 2018-04-23 07:08 am (UTC)(link)
Yeah, yeah.

[ Now he sounds like the old, exasperated one who doesn't believe that for a second. But he straightens out his grip again anyway, turning his gaze forward for a quiet moment. ]

...thanks.
revlon: (229)

[personal profile] revlon 2018-04-23 07:20 am (UTC)(link)
I imagine so, [ she says mildly. ] But should the situation arise again — which it won't — then I'll handle it.

[ There are more pressing matters on this planet. At least, that's her reasoning for it. She knows it may be uncomfortable but that's their collective cross to bear, and they're all adults, aren't they? And it will only be for a short time, surely. Housing isn't necessarily in short supply in Olympia and the places offered by the government are... serviceable, if lacking.

They'll make it work. ]


Even if it means locking the pair of you in the apartment to discuss the matter like grown men.
diplomatie: (2483720-16)

[personal profile] diplomatie 2018-04-23 07:24 am (UTC)(link)
[ Alphinaud won't press any of this, of course, and once Duo decides he's finished with the scene, Alphinaud decides he is, too. It was an interesting experience to learn this bit about him anyway. It gives him more insight on the boy he's been vaguely friends/vaguely butting heads with for a while. There are always more sides to a person than there originally seems, and his own previous friendships should have been proof of that for him. It's a little like Ysayle.

But he gives a nod, following him in turning away. ]


I could not agree more.
diplomatie: (o94)

[personal profile] diplomatie 2018-04-23 07:24 am (UTC)(link)
[ Yeah, Alphinaud has zero desire to be stuck here forever. This is the last place he wants to be stuck for eternity, trust him.

Which is why he's glad to hear Duo proclaim that he's found something, and Alphinaud immediately moves over to inspect it himself. ]


I certainly don't remember this being here before. [ A small joke, to lighten what was one of the worst moods he's been in since he got here.

Hovering a hand near it, somewhat hesitant because he's not sure what'll happen if he touches the strange wavering area. ]
diplomatie: (2483720-29)

[personal profile] diplomatie 2018-04-23 07:33 am (UTC)(link)
[ He's almost concerned he's hurt her by getting water in her eyes or something when she gasps, because BROTHER LOVE. But then she makes it clear that she's not as phased as he thought she was. Oh no.

He looks shocked at that, immediately realizing he's totally screwed here, and he tries to turn to run but THE MUD MAKES IT HARD so this is a slower turn than is normal. UGH. ]


Ah — W-Wait — Alisaie!

[ DON'T JUMP HIM. ]
diplomatie: (893746)

[personal profile] diplomatie 2018-04-23 07:35 am (UTC)(link)
[ Oh no, pizza leg ...

Well, it's a good thing he's already in protective-older-brother mode, because he's quick to glance down at her leg and back up at her, concern on his face again. ]


Do you require assistance?
beknight: ([ jl ] 156.)

[personal profile] beknight 2018-04-23 07:40 am (UTC)(link)
Studying. Watchful. Dissective.

He bears it perfectly well, knowing he's being assessed. If she's deciding to trust him, inch by inch.

'Gotham City,' he tells her. 'It's as pleasant as where you come from.' She might have had the impression already, but Bruce outlines it simply, a distinct image, a certain place where people like them survive. 'It's also home.'
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[personal profile] diplomatie 2018-04-23 08:17 am (UTC)(link)
[ Gosh, it strikes at his heart when his failure to swim is so plainly stated. ] I — I shall learn it soon enough.

[ He's already been contemplating it for a little while, he just needs to get up the courage to actually do so. And the time. And find a place where no one can see him practicing. But also maybe find someone who would come and not make fun of him so as to make sure he doesn't drown. It's a complicated process for someone like him.

But her last thing she says peaks his curiosity. ]


What is it, Krile?
insist: (213. excuse me ho)

[personal profile] insist 2018-04-23 08:40 am (UTC)(link)
[ He's just going to wait for Mikazuki to get the top off, not really doing anything to help him, oops. In Rohan's defense, it didn't order to him that he should help. ]

You're going to tell me you don't know what those are, aren't you? [ Manga, he means. So far it looks like many people don't, and honestly, Rohan just finds them all deprived.

Soooo ... what's in that crate? Some regular old supplies? Cans of old beans? The dead body of a claustrophiliac who took their kink too far? ]
tailorable: (e50)

[personal profile] tailorable 2018-04-23 09:42 am (UTC)(link)
[ There's so much to process in her reply. No choice to obey her, like, literally? He doesn't know anything about vampires, and he never thought he'd have to know, but it seems like he should up his supernatural awareness as soon as possible.

But then she goes on and sounds like a sad girl again, and he feels a sharp pang at her words. ]


I'm sure people like you for you. [ she is being charming with him, at least — rough start and vampire chat notwithstanding. ] I already like you.

[ PLEASE DON'T BE SAD and also don't mention the vampire thing again wheezes ]
apricitous: (no glasses: disconcerted)

[personal profile] apricitous 2018-04-23 11:31 am (UTC)(link)
[ Clark is a little surprised at how things change, between one place and another. Mostly himself. His vision comes from a foot or and so up now; he's restored to himself, a little out of sorts from the change. But the boy makes him blink. ]

Your son?
apricitous: (glasses: smirky)

[personal profile] apricitous 2018-04-23 11:33 am (UTC)(link)
[ The grin he gives her back blooms slow and pleased, curls into something playful and amused a moment afterwards. ]

We could be neighbors, then.

[ He dips his head just a little lower. ]

Though I agree with you on Voss. Something ought to be done.
apricitous: (cape: ready)

[personal profile] apricitous 2018-04-23 11:39 am (UTC)(link)
[ He sort of tilts his head as if to say 'eh, it's a living'. ]

It's always just me in here. But that's a way to put it, I guess.
apricitous: (beard: down)

[personal profile] apricitous 2018-04-23 11:49 am (UTC)(link)
That one wasn't too bad, no.

[ He has other ones that he's glad no one seemed to have gotten stuck in so far, and definitely not Jessica. She doesn't need to watch him snap anyone's neck.

Or watch him die. ]
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[personal profile] notsolomon 2018-04-23 12:18 pm (UTC)(link)
[Of course. He supposes this is just one of many memories. He has those with both of the Kevin's who have served him. Simple moments in time, precious, but one of many and in this past.]

Have you had any reason to feel nostalgic lately? To wish of a different time, when matters might have been less complicated?

I don't know for sure, I just imagine that this being yours means you have more of the cards.
tailorable: (e44)

[personal profile] tailorable 2018-04-23 01:21 pm (UTC)(link)
I did. [ his expression flickers with uncertainty. how much is relevant or worth saying to someone unfamiliar? ] Loads.

[ the same day over and over again, trapped in the fucking mountains and huddling for warmth; making an impossible decision between saving precious cargo and blowing a supply of weapons; getting shot in the goddamn snow, red on white.

total shite. ]


But all we had to do was remember it ain't real.

[ and, boom, they were back to reality. ]
vorrutyer: (annoyed and/or stressed)

[personal profile] vorrutyer 2018-04-23 01:27 pm (UTC)(link)
[ He gets a good lungful before he realizes that it's real smoke, not illusory. By bites out a curse and stumbles back, coughing, turning towards Nash with an expression of real annoyance. ]

Tell me that isn't poison.
vorrutyer: (punchable intensity)

[personal profile] vorrutyer 2018-04-23 01:36 pm (UTC)(link)
Don't like the rain?

[ His voice is light, even as he feels something heavy inside him. What do you do...No, he decides; it's not even honor that's at war with love. It's duty. His honor had been ransomed long ago, it seems, destroyed the first time he sold out a friend, or maybe destroyed in his father's study when his father had looked at him like that and accused him of that. Because honor is found in the way that other people looked at you. It was found in Nadine's grin when he'd gotten her a proper gown to wear to her first school ball, so that no one would laugh at her for looking ragged. And it was found, also, in Dorian telling him firmly that he's a good man...

Or maybe it's not. Dorian's right. He's a terrible philosopher. He couldn't even manage decent marks in school - how the hell is he supposed to work any of this out? It's all too bloody complicated for his brain. ]


It's so tempting to demand we follow them. I'd like to see you in proper action.
inreturn: (12)

[personal profile] inreturn 2018-04-23 01:51 pm (UTC)(link)
[Well, Chewie is trying his hardest. That's something to be appreciated. Kaden pushes into the hand a little, encouraging the petting. The praise is definitely winning him over.]

I bet you say to that to all the people with fuzzy ears, don't you?

[But whether he's accusing him of being insincere or fishing for more praise is...well, it's obvious, he's fishing for more praise.

But all good things come to an end! And an idea forms.]


I have a better idea. Why don't you turn around? Go on, sit with your back to me.
inreturn: (12)

[personal profile] inreturn 2018-04-23 01:52 pm (UTC)(link)
[If Kaden were to compare himself to a plant, he'd pick a marigold himself. As for Vane...he might compare him to a tree instead.

He gives Vane all the time he needs to think of something to say. Any silence between them for a moment is easily filled with how breathtaking the scenery is. It really feels familiar to him. He'd love to shift over to his fox form and throw himself off a hill, rolling all the way to the bottom...or to take a nap...]


That's right! You're the second most handsome. And you know, my eye is very discriminating. I have the best sense for beauty out of all the kitsune.

[Not a trace of kitsch or gaudy to be found in his home! Except for his clothes. Who opens up their shirt so wide and then gets so cold they wear a scarf? This fox.]

Hmm...so you're a knight. You sort of look like it. You've got broad shoulders, the kind that would support armor pretty well. So, what did you come all the way up here for? It doesn't look like there's anything wrong.

[Kaden isn't the biggest fan of knights, but he throws that all aside for Vane. They're buds! He leans in a bit more, trying to get a look at Vane's expression, tail twitching. Aw. He's smiling.]
inreturn: (13)

ah, i see you're a man of culture as well

[personal profile] inreturn 2018-04-23 01:52 pm (UTC)(link)
[Trying to bait Kaden into demanding to be pet is like placing a piece of candy in front of a child, saying they can't eat it, and turning your back. The only way this wouldn't work would be if Katsura's hands had something gross on them...but unfortunately, they seem to be clean from where Kaden is standing.]

Oh, really?

[His cheeks puff out as he pouts. The pegasus nickers at the tension in the air (or, you know, the tension Kaden is pretending is there).]

You shouldn't say things like that without having all the information first. Come here. [He steps away from the pegasus and turns around, twitching his tail, why is he like this.] Go ahead! Be my guest.
inreturn: (10)

[personal profile] inreturn 2018-04-23 01:52 pm (UTC)(link)
Of course it is. We can't go anywhere right now, can we?

[And look, he's found a knot! He'll just pick at it with his fingers...there we go. He brushes over the spot, and then he pats his lap where his tail is, moving it back behind him.]

I can brush you, too! A cool cat like you must pride himself on his appearance, right?
inreturn: (11)

[personal profile] inreturn 2018-04-23 01:52 pm (UTC)(link)
[Kaden is mostly oblivious to the feeling in the air himself. Something prickles at his skin, makes his fur want to stand up, but he's not jumping to conclusions about it yet. He's happy to have sniffed out a new buddy right now. Too literally.]

That's what I'm hearing. Kitsune are different in most of the other worlds...but that doesn't make me any less fluffy and foxy, so it's fine.

[He pats his chest pridefully before his eyebrows quirk and ears twitch. Oh, a demon. Like...oni? He's not sure.]

Hmm...I don't think I've ever met a demon before. Back home, there are legends about them of course. That's pretty cool! So, what kind of demon are you? Ooh. Is that a personal thing?
sullenstallion: (93)

[personal profile] sullenstallion 2018-04-23 02:05 pm (UTC)(link)
[The silence is concerning. It takes all of Dylas' willpower not to turn around and start trying to awkwardly comforting Atsushi. He slams his body against the fractured space next, and then his elbow after that. Each time, he drags Atsushi with him, which creates distracting friction on his tail, but...]

Yeah. That's right. Prince is pretty great, isn't he?

[Think about Daifuku, the only noble in their household. With a loud grunt, Dylas pulls back his fist and slams it into the rapidly fracturing air in front of them. The vision ends as quickly as he'd been sucked into it—there's a rush of air, like of a sealed room being opened, and then Dylas is falling forward from the momentum of all the ramming and punching he'd been doing.

He lands face down in the grass of the path they'd been walking on.]
sullenstallion: (94)

[personal profile] sullenstallion 2018-04-23 02:09 pm (UTC)(link)
Just salt, huh? With fish, sometimes preparing them simply is best. I agree.

[But as long as it tastes good and respects the fish, there's really no wrong way to go about it. Dylas nods sagely, like suddenly he's talking about something wise. He isn't. He's still an idiot.]

The fish here are a little different than the ones back home, but they're not hard to figure out. If you want to go fishing sometime, I know all of the best spots.