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ɴᴀᴛʜᴀ orbiters ❰ mod collective ❱ ([personal profile] natha) wrote in [community profile] nysalogs2018-04-21 07:32 pm

(mini-event) THE COALITION OF REFUGEES

THE COALITION    
On the day of the council, there are markers tied with ribbons in the colors of both Olympia and Wyver that line the paths from the cities to the South Outpost, meant to guide anyone with an invitation to the first meeting of the Coalition of Refugees.


While during the previous festivities of the gala the Great Hall was sharply divided between Olympians and Wyverns, the differences between the factions are not so apparent now. Inside, the hall is decorated with a more subdued mix of the white and gold of Olympia and the red and black of Wyver. Banners, pennants, and bunting drape from the ceiling and wind around wooden pillars. To one side of the hall, there are tables set up with drinks and finger foods — refreshments for the guests, for after the opening speech. A raised platform has been set up at one end of the room, flanked by contingents of both the Royal Guards and the Knightryders standing at attention side by side, differentiated only by the make of their armor and the colors they wear.

Ashti, Shenya, and Heryn stand waiting for the arrival of their monarchs, pointedly ignoring each other; notably, Raysc, Shanrian's son and the leader of Mythi's Fangs, is conspicuously absent.
Staff members cluster to the side of the stage, waiting for the speech to begin. A whisper drifts over from a woman in one of the Olympian groups: Do you really think the Empress will try to negotiate for Nithor's skull?

The man she's speaking to shakes his head and scoffs, answering: Ha! Not a chance. She thinks it's too soon, who knows if this peace will last. Besides, there's no way she's willing to give up Ysevrai's heart.
A horn sounds, and the staff members subside, glancing around to see if anyone's overheard. A moment later, and Simwe and Shanrian make their appearance, walking together to the stage for their speech.

Aha… we have quite the gathering here, do we not? All of our heroes in one place… This may be an unprecedented meeting, but it seems as though it will be a productive one. Let us begin by thanking all of you for your contributions to our cities in recent times.

Since your arrival, you have weathered the plague that swept through our cities and aided us in finding its cure; you have withstood the scorn of those who were meant to shelter you turning against you, and helped us quell riots in the very hearts of our homes; you have been taken right off the streets and endured hardships too terrible to tell, and have proven heroes in bringing our people safely home. You have done much for us, and shown yourselves loyal beyond many who were born within our walls. We will allow your voices to go unheard no longer! Today—


Today, we will hear you. You have demonstrated both strength and valor in equal measures — it follows that you will be wise as well, and it is that wisdom that we wish to hear brought in council to our cities. You are gathered here to look beyond our history of violence and hostility, to see beyond the prejudices we hold. We hope that with your clearer sight, you'll keep in your hearts the betterment of both of our fair cities, rather than allow pettiness to hold sway and lift one over the other.

Those gathered here are deemed worthy by action and by the trust of your brethren: a council. Amongst yourselves, decide what matters most to you about your lives within the cities. Discuss what changes you wish to see, and how those changes should come about. Reach an agreement, put your motions to us, and should they be feasible, we will see what sort of effect your ideas will have. The two proposals with the most support among your fellows will be those we implement, so argue your reasoning most convincingly!

And remember, this is your chance to impress us. If your advice is sound, we will look to you again.

At this, both rulers fall silent, and withdraw to a balcony to oversee the proceedings. This is not their meeting, after all — this is something that only the refugees can determine the outcome of.
FINAL OOC NOTES    
Welcome to your first chance to have a voice in the NPC governments, Players! Your task is, as a group, to decide the two most important IC issues you would like to see Olympia and Wyver address, and then put forward a plan of action for how to improve whatever those problems are, which will then be implemented in May.

Since these are strictly Olympian and Wyvern issues, topics should still adhere to the Natha's policies of not revealing anything about the Storm or the Natha's existence, but beyond that, you're free to propose any topics you think should be addressed about your characters' way of life in the cities — after all, haven't the Orbiters sent you here to make a difference and improve life on El Nysa in their stead?
torchwoodteaboy: (ianto jack joke)

[personal profile] torchwoodteaboy 2018-05-04 06:03 pm (UTC)(link)
Ianto wrinkles his nose slightly at the other man's description of the offered drinks, but all in good humor. Raising his eyebrows at the last one but honestly he can't argue with John's assessment for that matter either. It certainly looks like a Sex on the Beach. Or whatever this planet's equivalent might be.

"Tumble in the Jungle?" he muses aloud, before shaking his head at the thought. Dear god, that's terrible. "I'll just have whatever that is, please. Is it any good?" Since John has already taken a swallow of it, hopefully he can at least account for the flavor of it?
assholic: (Down - 6)

[personal profile] assholic 2018-05-04 06:21 pm (UTC)(link)
[Wise men don't get into drinking contests without knowing the person they're drinking against. Jessica had a heavy advantage, if that was where he was going. But she didn't pick up on that, sipping her drink instead and just wondering what exactly this party was supposed to accomplish, other than making her feel like she was walking around with a target on her back.]

You're not drinking right if you're not regretting it at five in the morning.
impavid: (❖ Hate to see me go)

[personal profile] impavid 2018-05-04 06:32 pm (UTC)(link)
"That would be the Wyver branded version. What's the Olympia one? Not much rhymes with 'city' or 'urban'."

Pulling forward one of the tall glasses of almost-ale he sets in front of Ianto with a nod, which is as much of an answer as John can really give. It's fine, not really his favourite kind of drink but it'll do to keep him in a good mood.
impavid: (❖ And a million copies made)

[personal profile] impavid 2018-05-04 06:35 pm (UTC)(link)
[ The drinking problem alarms are firing here.

Full volume.

Code red.

Unfortunately they are not discouraging John because he Loves Bad Ideas. ]


Oh yeah? Must have forgotten the rules, I've been on active duty a while. John, by the way.

[ Since he skipped the names to go straight for debate and free drinks, apparently. ]
assholic: (Smile - 1)

[personal profile] assholic 2018-05-04 06:37 pm (UTC)(link)
[Being in the vicinity of Jessica was a 'Very Bad Idea'. He'd probably love it.

She finished her drink, set the glass down, then reached over behind the bar and pulled up a familiar bottle to her; one filled with that silvery, mercury-ish liquor that looked like it was smoky and sparkly in the glass. She waggled it at him.]


Consider this an invitation to shore leave. Jessica. Up for a glass, John?
impavid: (❖ All the world agreed)

[personal profile] impavid 2018-05-04 06:52 pm (UTC)(link)
I don't see why not.

[ I mean, the 'it'll knock you on your ass' was the why not but you do you John. He tugs an empty glass toward himself. ]

It's rude to refuse a free drink.

[ Operation This Will End Badly is a go. ]
assholic: (Profile - Up 1)

[personal profile] assholic 2018-05-04 06:55 pm (UTC)(link)
I'm used to rude. And drinking alone.

[But she pours him, then herself, a glass of the sparkling liquor. It moves a little more thickly than alcohol does, but she's found that while it has a smoky tang to it, it's actually very smooth to drink. And very, very potent.]

To hoping this entire thing doesn't go to shit.
impavid: (❖ You could have it all)

[personal profile] impavid 2018-05-04 07:06 pm (UTC)(link)
You should try company more often, good for fetching you more drinks if nothing else.

[ He clinks the glass against Jessica's, then downs it. It's... not got as much of a burn as he expected, and he squints at the bottle sceptically as he acclimatises to the taste. Huh. That means it's either weaker than he expected or dangerously easy to drink. ]

That's pretty good stuff.
assholic: (Default)

[personal profile] assholic 2018-05-04 07:08 pm (UTC)(link)
Don't freak out if you wind up burping smoke. That's a side effect.

[Should she have said that before? Probably. But hey, she was telling him now. That counted, right? Right.]
impavid: (❖ Love's a small word)

[personal profile] impavid 2018-05-04 07:10 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Burping smoke? John narrows his eyes thoughtfully. ]

If we drink enough do you think we can make smoke rings?

[ John this is graceless. ]
torchwoodteaboy: (huh... well)

[personal profile] torchwoodteaboy 2018-05-04 08:34 pm (UTC)(link)
Ianto takes a sip of his pseudo-ale -- it's not terrible, but it will definitely take a moment to get used to -- as he considers this challenge. The Olympia branded version...

"You're thinking to hard about it," he muses. "The words don't have to rhyme exactly. They just have to be terrible enough to sell. Like... A City Quickie, or." He shrugs slightly. "Wild Night on the Town?"
assholic: (Down - 6)

[personal profile] assholic 2018-05-04 08:36 pm (UTC)(link)
You assume I can do that in the first place. I can't.

[Someone didn't smoke, so therefore someone had no practice.]
impavid: (❖ I know it's been done)

[personal profile] impavid 2018-05-04 08:56 pm (UTC)(link)
Then I'll have to teach you.

[ Not that he smokes often, but he has a little and smoke rings are cool. Regardless, this is a weak attempt at keeping your attention Jessica because you're hot in that 'would probably destroy me' kind of way. So look, he's pouring out more of this probably lethal drink that he will no doubt regret come morning. ]
assholic: (Pleased - 1)

[personal profile] assholic 2018-05-04 08:58 pm (UTC)(link)
[John... if you only knew. Let's just hope she doesn't get distracted or drunk enough to start floating. That could be awkward. But she does accept the new drink, smiling and tipping it back with a loud smack of her lips.]

What, you one of those vaping smoke-masters?
impavid: (❖ My wits got keen)

[personal profile] impavid 2018-05-04 09:11 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Vaping? John wrinkles his nose. ]

Nah, I just had a rebellious youth. You know, determined to do the opposite of everything I was told. Ingraining disappointment, drinking all my money, joining the air force.

[ He downs the drink, with a slight wince because while it wasn't that strong to begin with he can feel it starting to work now. ]

Now all my disappointing actions are just on an international level on behalf of my country, so really I'm going up in the world.

[ Nailed it. ]
impavid: (❖ I'm bound to lose you)

[personal profile] impavid 2018-05-04 11:40 pm (UTC)(link)
Huh. John nods, taking a sip of his drink. On reflection, a lot of drink names don't rhyme. This opens up a whole new realm of possibilities. If he just has to be crude, that's easy.

"That's good. I think I'd enjoy a Wild Night on the Town. Or... a Back Alley Screw."

He lofts his eyebrows playfully, half turning to scan the area.

"I think a lot of people here would benefit from that to unclench, actually."
torchwoodteaboy: (smile joke)

[personal profile] torchwoodteaboy 2018-05-05 01:32 am (UTC)(link)
Ianto has made the mistake of raising his glass to take another sip of his drink, and it's all he can do not to spit it out at the other man in response to John's Back Alley Screw and his suggestion that they might use them to unclench. As it is, he inhales a bit of the drink instead and needs to take a few moments to catch his breath before he can speak again. To unclench, honestly.

"Well... I imagine that it would certainly help," he hazards. "Of course, an issue you might have is convincing those people into trying one." He raises an eyebrow. "I'm going to hazard that anyone who truly might benefit from--" no he's sorry, he can't say it out loud now, "such things is unfortunately not the sort of person to appreciate one."
torchwoodteaboy: (thoughtful worried)

[personal profile] torchwoodteaboy 2018-05-05 02:00 am (UTC)(link)
[It's certainly quite formal, that's for sure. Though Ianto is mostly distracted in the moment by the fact that there was another round of refugees who was apparently shot down before them. He raises a hand and runs it over his face to gather his thoughts.]

It does sound odd when you put it that way.

[Odd, and rather suspicious besides. And he had thought camping had been rough...]

Forgive me, I've only just recently arrived here recently. It would seem that there are a lot of things I have yet to learn about this place. You're saying that this level of hospitality is a recent turn of events?
impavid: (❖ I saw enough to realize)

[personal profile] impavid 2018-05-05 02:09 am (UTC)(link)
Honestly, he thought you were made of tougher stuff than this. John's eyes flick back to Ianto, momentarily worried he's actually going to start choking, then back around the area with a poorly suppressed smile.

"Well they should work on being more open minded, and I am not nearly drunk enough for this conversation."

He turns back to lean on the bar, settling himself more comfortably, and studies Ianto sideways.

"Your hot date still standing you up?"
fiendennor: (10)

[personal profile] fiendennor 2018-05-05 03:04 am (UTC)(link)
There are.

Well, it's certainly worth a try. I don't see why we couldn't see what happens. [She smiles.] I'm Diana, by the way. And yourself?
assholic: (Smile - Down 2)

[personal profile] assholic 2018-05-05 06:58 am (UTC)(link)
You missed the part where there's no your country or international anything. Or world. So where does that leave you going up in? If you say smoke, I have no problems with smacking you.

[John didn't want to get smacked by a buzzed Jessica.]
impavid: (❖ I know it's been done)

[personal profile] impavid 2018-05-05 01:08 pm (UTC)(link)
I'm upgrading to intergalactic disappointment instead. I plan to let down as many people as possible.

[ Aim high, kids. ]
torchwoodteaboy: (alright yes but)

[personal profile] torchwoodteaboy 2018-05-05 01:14 pm (UTC)(link)
Ianto has only taken a few sips of his drink, one of which he inhaled. He's not quite certain he's drunk enough to be flirting in sexual innuendo with the other man either, for that matter. Gratefully, he allows the subject to pass and allows himself to take another swig of his drink. Maybe if he drinks it fast enough that problem will be solved.

His hot date, John mentions, and Ianto bites back the urge to sigh at it. "In a matter of speaking," he replies. "I met up with him outside to get the piece of paper letting me in. Oh, and this."

He holds up his other hand, on which he is wearing a heavy metal ring, inset with a dark red stone.

"But I haven't truthfully seen him since, no." He's probably still there. Guarding, or whatever it is he's supposed to be doing.
impavid: (❖ Grew up quick)

[personal profile] impavid 2018-05-05 01:19 pm (UTC)(link)
Huh. John inspects the ring curiously for a moment, taking another sip of his drink.

"Well, at least he's keeping you in jewellery to make up for his wayward tendencies. I'd milk it if I was you. Aim bigger. Invite me to whatever bachelor pad he gets you."

Since it'd probably be nicer than the tiny hole they have. He turns and leans back against the bar, taking deep breath as he scans the area restlessly. He's not especially into... parties like this, sitting still, especially around so many unfamiliar people. It makes him feel oddly on edge, and the free booze isn't dulling it enough yet for him to settle.
torchwoodteaboy: (casual coffee)

[personal profile] torchwoodteaboy 2018-05-05 02:45 pm (UTC)(link)
Ianto holds his hand out to study the ring itself. Supposedly it's supposed to defend him from trouble, or so Jim had said at least. He's not quite sure how but he is also hoping not to have to test it out and see if he can help it. He slides the ring off and slips it in his pocket, glancing around to make certain no one else has seen it. He made the mistake of forgetting what Jim had warned him about it earlier and created quite an awkward scene in the process, which he'd rather avoid again if possible.

"He lives in Wyver," he replies, moving to take another sip of his drink. "I'm sure it would be more of a jungle bungalow than anything else. He told me Olympia was 'the comfortable city', which begs the question how much worse could it get." Now he's just grousing -- he knows their room is fine, it's just not what he's used to.

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