❪ introlog: #2 ❫ THE CALM.

[natha]

OVERFLOW

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? Submit any AC eligible thread of participating in this log's prompts for Two (2) Olympia REP points HERE. TRAVEL LIGHT     You're really lucky, new refugee. Because of the efforts of those that came before you, your own descent into El Nysa will be quick and relatively painless. You get to reap the benefits of others' experience. Those that came before you are all well-versed in the art of teleportation now, and descending into El Nysa is simply a concentrated thought away. A teleporter has been placed in the common areas to help the new refugees descend, but for this first time, you're going to need a little guidance. You're going to need to take the hand of someone who has been on El Nysa for a while now and learn the ropes. Hold on tight, Refugee, and don't be afraid when the blinding light hits you. The actual journey will feel like a sudden whiplash— painless, but sudden, and maybe a little nauseating. Keeping your balance may be difficult, and it’s possible you might end up toppling onto your poor partner. Hopefully you’re at least thankful. You have landed in a back alley in the Residential District of Olympia. HOME SWEET HOME     Immediately, you notice that everything you've been told about El Nysa is true. There are people of all races here, and although no one bats an eye at your appearance as you enter the district, a member of the Royal Guard asks for your passport. They have a keen eye, and can tell that although you may be a new refugee to their city, they've never seen you before. Certain rumors of an outside force making preparations to do some major damage has them particularly on edge. It's a good thing the Orbiters made sure you have an Olympian passport ready to go. You present it, and with a small nod, the Guard says nothing more and slaps a patch on your chest; to your surprise, it reads: Hello! My name is ________________! I am in House #___! Are you my housemate? ... No matter how much you try, there's no removing this sticker. "It'll come off tomorrow," says the guardkeep. "Lots of refugees here, limited housing. It's an easy way to get to know the people you're living with. Though, if you ask me, why are we accepting so many foreigners when so many want to watch this city burn? Well, I don’t give the orders." If someone greets you, the message on the patch will magically change: Secretly, I _____, _____, and _____! What are yours? There's no telling how they'd known these things, but it likely has to do with Zasere. AGAIN. It may be a good idea to get situated in your new home and set down some ground rules with your roommates. There is also, of course, much of Olympia to explore. FLONA COVE     Word around the city is that one very cute and enthusiastic Olympian, You Watanabe, has been asking around earnestly for the nearest place to find some coastal fun. It didn't take long before a few locals pointed her in the direction of Flona Cove. Maybe it’s a good idea to check out the area. There are only a few more days left of summer, after all. Even if you're not the beach type, exploring a new area certainly can't hurt your understanding of El Nysa. Flona Cove is just a quick train ride away. BEACH PARTY: Chances are, you've heard about the beach party being organized by You Watanabe, whether it be from her directly or someone who knows her. A lot of careful planning has gone into it, and it looks like a great time, so why not check it out? Full speed ahead towards a great time! There's plenty of food for everyone, and plenty of watermelons that need splitting! 1. Various food vendors from around Flona Cove have agreed to offer free food for the new refugees, and they line the shoreline near the harbor, enthusiastically offering goodies such as seafood kabobs, ice cream, fresh fruit (including whole watermelons!), and hot dogs. You Watanabe herself has a grill where she’s cheerfully serving up her trademark "Niceoodles" yakisoba as well as other Japanese food like takoyaki and rice. What makes her noodles so nice? It’s obviously the cheerful smiley-face sun drawn on the omelette. In exchange, the chefs and vendors only ask that you spread the word, though most of them have buckets for donations if you want to help chip back in. After the party is all done, however, there seem to be plenty of dishes that need doing, all in a big pile. You herself is working on getting through the mountain of dishes, but maybe you could lend a hand? 2. It's just not a beach party without the traditional watermelon splitting! For those of you who don't come from modern Japan on Earth, it might be perplexing at first seeing the literal mountain of watermelons grown with the help of Keyleth, another recent Olympian. If the bat-like sticks and blindfolds next to them don’t explain the purpose, though, you might just sit back and watch as a brave competitor sets a watermelon on the sand, ties a blindfold around their eyes, and has people start yelling at them which way to go. They consider the shouts of the crowd, take a swing... and strike nothing but sand. Perhaps you can do better? There are beach activities galore. Now's the time to build the sandcastle of your dreams or play a game of beach volleyball. Maybe you're brave enough to surf the waves, or you’d just like to enjoy a swim. Mom friends who just want to lounge in the sun and read a book while working on their tan are welcome too, of course. BENEATH THE SURFACE: 1. Diving beneath the waters in Flona Cove yield a whole new world on its own. Rent a scuba suit and take a trip to explore the corals, and you may even be lucky enough to run into a playful school of dolphins. Be careful-- they tend to get carried away and will happily drag swimmers for a wild ride. 2. You might want a boat for this scuba adventure, unless you're a strong swimmer. Venture deeper into the ocean, farther away from the coast, and adventurers will find some interesting stuff. Two miles southwest of the harbor, deep, deep into the watery abyss, lies a shipwreck. Exploring through the various rooms of the ship yields a few knick-knacks here and there-- rusted spare parts, cracked tea sets... a surprisingly well-preserved pin-up painting of Koralle? The real treasure awaits for those who have the courage to swim beneath the ship's hull. Here, covered in algae and debris, lies the skeletal corpse of a winged, fanged, clawed beast. This is only a distant memory of its former glory, as nothing but bones are left, but something— something brilliant, catches your eye. Those hundreds of teeth are not bone, but a material so lustrous and pure, it nearly blinds. It will take some work, but with persistence and strength, it is possible to extract a tooth. Those that work in Simwe Institute or The Sanctuary may find it beneficial to take an extra for their boss— this is definitely something that is of interest to study. 3. Olympians love their luxury. There's nothing more luxurious than a secluded lagoon, the water at just the perfect temperature and pristine. This is one of the most sought-after spots for the natives, but when you come across it, it is completely peaceful and empty. For the tourists? Well, this place simply gets overlooked due to its distance from the main beaches. It's also relatively hidden. Soon you start feeling oddly friendly? Cupid’s Pool is also described by the people of Olympia as the touchy-feely pool. It has an inherent property that makes those who soak in it crave physical affection. Chances are you probably wanted to know this before you decided to take a dip, huh? (Please warn for threads appropriately) EARN SOME SILVER     1. While many of the locals came together to offer their hands to provide a bit of entertainment for the surge in tourism, that isn’t to state that they’re fully staffed. Have a few hours to spare? They're willing to pay for your help. Maybe you’re just the cooking champ they needed? The lifeguard who showed up just in time? Or the star salesman at their humble accessory shop so desired? 2. The man who approaches you is even offering more than most of the vendors down the street. Sure, the guy and his entourage look kind of shady, but money is money, isn't it? If you accept, he’ll shove a strange swimsuit or two your way and lead you to the dressing room. What kind of job is this? Modeling, he says. Hopefully you aren’t camera shy! Hey there, hot stuff. I like your look. Or maybe it's your... aura? Either way, I like what you're working with. How about you flaunt what you've got for some fat silver stacks? He also wants to be able to test your charm, and is willing to pay a whopping 400 silver in exchange. He may even ask you to go "talk" (did you hear him say "hit on"?) to a couple of people, and “sell” yourself. Whatever that means... Incidentally, he says he’ll give you a signal once you get a pass. Feels like forever, doesn’t it? 3. Once night begins to fall and the people gradually begin to clear out, you’ll notice something... odd. There are some shady looking people around, and maybe you’ve been hearing whispers all day about a certain "fight club." Initially, no one will tell you a time or location, but if you are persistent, your efforts will pay off. Perhaps in light of helping a vendor clear out their stall or assisting that one Olympian native in distress, they’re willing to tell you a few things about this exclusive club. They explain to you that it’s been a long-standing tradition of Olympia. Secret fight clubs. A place for people to stretch their wings and their fists. Moreover, the pay off seems to be pretty good! Though, they warn you that there are some aggressive competitors out there this time around. Things have been tough politically for a while now, and there is much unrest among the people. What better way to blow off some steam than to beat someone up and make a bit of bank! Fights are not to the death, simply until a knock out, but accidents (and "accidents") do happen. Finding the crowd of people will take some searching, even with directions. They meet along the northern coast of Flona, by following a path leading underground, well away from any civilization. Once you’re there, why not participate? You may find yourself facing off against a fellow refugee. OOC     An AC-eligible thread for 2 OLYMPIAN REP POINTS may be submitted from this log. SUBMIT THE THREAD HERE by OCTOBER 15 11:59 PM EST. In the event of CAPTCHA, we will be providing an overflow. In the event of a second CAPTCHA, players are advised to move threads to an overflow post on their character journals. These threads remain eligible for AC, AC Rewards, and REP. 1 SILVER = 1 US DOLLAR. QUICK NAV premise ● faq ● world ● map ● reputation ● npcs taken ● reserves ● application calendar ● hiatus/drops ● modbox [ FULL NAVIGATION ] elnysa nysalogs nysaisles nysaooc elnyan

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FitzChivalry Farseer

[badgerlock]

I: wake me up (inside? before you go-go?

[It's the sudden light, first; and the panic of not knowing where he is, or how he got here. The first thing he thinks is Regal found me and the second thing he thinks is the Fool and the third thing his traitor brain thinks is Nighteyes. Molly doesn't register until after he's hit five or six thoughts, but then, Molly is Burrich's and Nighteyes is not here, he can tell.

And well.

After that, it's all relatively easy, except terribly and absurdly confusing. Taking someone's hand should be simple enough.]

ii: greetings

[The sign on his chest is bright and cheery and says Hi! My name is FitzChivalry Farseer and Fitz really, really hates it. as is obvious by the fact that he keeps crossing his arms over it, without thinking, to keep people from reading it. At one point he considers taking his shirt off - that's a bad idea right off the bat - but finally he takes his sword belt off and manages to get it over his chest.

He doesn't look as stupid as one might think. It almost looks intentional.

He brightens up a bit, then. Time to try and find, well. Some kind of answer. He's spending most of his time around house 72 and 73, as if to distract from the fact that he's living in 71.

He sees someone walk by.]

You wouldn't know where we could find a spare shirt, would you?

iii: beachtime holiday

[He's actually enjoying the market; it reminds him a little of Bucktown, except brighter, maybe, happier, a time before redships and war, and more, well. Shiny. Everything is so clean and strange; he thinks Bingtown might look like this, or Jamaillia, but certainly, he's wandering from stall to stall.

He is the kind of person who gets a free ice cream, and he takes it and puts it in his mouth, and immediately drops it in surprise.]

It's cold!

II

[originallutece]

[My name is Rosalind Lutece, her name tag says, and she's about as happy about it as Fitz is. She hasn't resorted to the methods he has, though, and raises an eyebrow as she notes the belt.]

I suspect that, given the lengths they've gone to keep these things on our shirts, even finding a new one shan't help you.

[badgerlock]

I can't imagine having such quality magic and using it for something so stupid.

[He says it bluntly, adjusting the belt, and not looking at her tag, because if she wants to tell him her name, she will. Not that he doesn't notice, because no student of Chade would ever manage to not.]

[originallutece]

But it's friendly, FitzChivalry.

[God, her voice is dry.]

It encourages us to get to know each other. Aren't you inclined to making friends this way?

[badgerlock]

Fitz.

[He says it with the absence of malice; just a brief correction. He looks her over, this dry woman, and considers her question.]

I don't think I've ever been encouraged to make friends this way in my entire life.

[originallutece]

Fitz.

[She agrees amiably enough.]

I'd wager you'd never come to a strange world after your old one was destroyed, either. A day of firsts for you.

ii

[politrick]

In a shop, I suspect. [—That's- terse, almost dismissive, almost like Merlin isn't paying any attention to what's going on around him as he walks through the residential district at a brisk pace. It takes him a moment to look up from something in his hand - a list of addresses, it seems - and register that he's not just being asked about shirts for fun.

Who wears their sword belt like that... ah. He gets it.]

I daresay you're handling it marvelously already.

[badgerlock]

[He looks down at his strange sword-belt issue, and sighs. People already saw his name - FitzChivalry - and he hasn't heard whispers of the Witted Bastard being back from the dead, so perhaps he'll be all right. Still. After a year of hiding, this is essentially what everyone warned him against.

Chade would be aghast.

Chade thinks he's dead.]

We all make do, I suppose.

[politrick]

[Merlin doesn't pry - everyone has their reasons for not wanting those magic stickers to be seen, he had plenty of his own - but instead twists to look behind himself, thinking about something. He has a list of deliveries he has to make, but... He's so weak to people in need.]

Right. Well. [nnnn okay-] I can lend you a shirt. We might be of a size enough.

[He's built like a beanpole, but none of his shirts are tailored anyway. Close enough??]

[badgerlock]

[His smile is brief; it makes him look younger, for a minute. He forgot that some people are effortlessly generous, mostly because the people he deals with usually aren't. He's suddenly reminded of the people in the mountains, who give and give, without thought or pride.]

I'll gladly buy one, if I only had the means.

[So that Merlin knows, he's not trying to take without giving back.]

[politrick]

No, don't worry about it. It's only a shirt.

[What kind of monster would he be if he didn't give strangers his personal items? At least it's not the shirt off his back; there's hope for him yet.

He glances at the number on the house they're loitering outside, then gestures back up the way he came.]

I'm in 24, so if you'd like to take a walk with me...

ii. because fitz omg, I've never seen one around in rp before!

[ofobedience]

[And the person who happens to be passing by is probably a good bet, considering the question at hand. Dressed in a rather fine suit, he at the very least appears to be a man who may know a thing or two about clothes. Just ignore the uncanny sharpness of his teeth as he flashes the stranger a smile.]

I certainly would, and it does appear that you're in need of a better one.

<3

[badgerlock]

[People here dress oddly. Fashions come and go in Buckkeep, yes, but generally nothing so strange. The thing around his neck looks like it serves no purpose but to choke a man, for starters. The coat doesn't look practical at all. The entire ensemble looks so uncomfortable as to be ridiculous.

But Fitz says none of this.

Instead he shrugs a bit.]

Well, yes, I should like to own more than the one.

[ofobedience]

[Giovanni takes a moment to look the other man over, the action overtly discernible despite the bright sheen of orange lenses currently concealing his eyes. His gaze lingers on the partially-hidden nametag, the name itself obscured but it's purpose clear enough. The lupine smile remains.]

Do you have any silver, is the question. I take it you just arrived.

[Said flatly, statements rather than questions. He wears no tag himself.]

[badgerlock]

Not a single coin to my name.

[His purse went missing along with, well. Okay. He didn't have a purse. He had been living literally off the land. The only thing he had was Burrich's earring, mysteriously returned to him, and the damned sword that he would rather sell his ears and his kidneys before he got rid of it.

So.]

I take it it's a common problem.

[ofobedience]

Then alas, you're likely out of luck. Unless some kind soul is good enough to lend you one until such a time as you have your own coin. I'd offer, but clearly we're not of a size.

[He's all of five feet seven and whipcord thin, but besides that, his clothes are one of less than a handful of material things he actually cares about. Not something he'd easily give up, and he's hardly the altruistic sort to begin with.

There's the vaguest canine tilt of his head as he both listens and scents for potential eavesdroppers, not wanting to bring up Thesa unless he's quite certain they're alone. He detects nothing, though. Continues on.]

Either that, or head back to the station-- you should find they have something for you, there. But a lack of funds is a common enough problem to begin with, yes. You'll want to start looking for a job.

greetings!

[vorrutyer]

[ Before Fitz manages to come up with his sword-belt solution, he has the misfortune to run into Byerly. And poor Fitz. Because Byerly takes one look at his posture, and he openly laughs at him, saying - ]

Look at you! You look like a girl who just hit puberty.

[ Mockingly, he folds his arms over his chest, like he's trying to cover up his breasts. By himself doesn't have a nametag - but he does have a coat folded over one arm, his own nametag hidden on it. ]

hi asshole

[badgerlock]

[He looks at Byerly with a moment of confusion, his eyebrows inching up slightly on his forehead.]

I'm sorry for you, then, if the girls in your own land are so ugly when they hit puberty.

[Okay, he's a handsome man. With a crooked nose and a streak of white at one temple that looks like it's been half plucked and growing back in.]

I'm sure you won't be offended when I say that if I'm what you're looking for in a lady, your luck is long gone, my friend.

[vorrutyer]

Don't be so modest. You'd make a lovely woman.

[ Byerly flutters his eyelashes at the fellow. ]

But don't misinterpret, either. I like my women forty years my senior, in ill health, and jaw-droppingly wealthy. [ Then, eyeing him with feigned interest - ] How old are you? You do have that alluring white hair...

[badgerlock]

[Why does he always get people like this? His whole life, there was the Fool, and now this.

He does not have a tongue sharp enough for it, but spending time with the Fool gave him some acuity on these kinds of spars.]

I was born wise.

[Lies.]

I hear its impolite to ask a lovely woman her age.

[vorrutyer]

And who told you that?

[ He blinks innocently at the fellow. Ah, this one seems like a most excellent target. ]

Where I'm from, it's impolite not to express interest in your companion and her life.

iii

[saucius]

[ Meetra immediately moves the ice cream away from her face. She was totally going to do the same thing. ]

How cold, exactly?

[badgerlock]

[It's on the floor, now, and Fitz is staring at it, a little sadly, but mostly perplexed. How was it so cold? He thinks he has lost his mind, maybe. Perhaps.

He reaches down to pick it up by the cone.]

Like snow.

[saucius]

[ After a moment of consideration, the Exile takes a careful lick. Cold indeed. ]

It is aptly named "ice-cream". I guess the name beats "tasty snow".

You might get another free one if you ask nicely.

[badgerlock]

I wouldn't do such a thing.

[A child might, but not Fitz, it's fine. He looks around, and someone indicates, oh, a trash can, which Fitz has never seen either. He looks at it for a moment and wonders how something so simple was totally overlooked at home.

Goodbye, ice cream.]

It's too sweet, anyhow.