❪ 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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Reinhardt Wilhelm | Overwatch

[panzersoldat]

Home sweet home
1)
He survived the teleport but now he has to get the lay of the land. It's strange not to have his armor with him, but for the moment, he's left it behind. As soon as he finds where his home is, Reinhardt will be going back to fetch the J08 suit and carry it, piece by piece to his new living quarters (for the moment at least.) He frowns at the guard and it takes a lot not to demand more information on those that wish the good people of this village harm. But right now the man is busy and his nametag has his house number.

House. Armor. Then figure out how to help. So the huge man is off in the direction of house #33. He has no shame in his secrets. It's no secret at all that he "Loves Hasselhoff, Curryworst, and JUSTICE!!!!!"

2)
So, Reinhardt has found his house and now he's got the arduous task of manually carrying his armor to it. It's quite an ordeal. There is a lot of it because there is a lot of him and it is actually very heavy. He already misses his transport van, but he has to do what he has to do. But schlepping Crusader Armor is tiring work and for the moment, Reinhardt is paused, slightly out of the way of the busy streets, his torso plate resting on the ground as he wipes the sweat from his brow.

Certainly, it would have been easier to wear it all, but he doesn't want to cause undue panic by having an armored titan charging through the streets for no reason at all. "Ahh. What I wouldn't give for a cool glass of lemonade right about now." He laments before setting his feet to take up that heavy piece again. Only 5 more pieces to go.

Flona Cove
1)
As an old soldier, KP isn't something he shuns. Everyone, from the highest general to the lowest private has had to spend at least some time in the mess halls, cleaning dishes. He doesn't mind doing it at all. In fact, he takes to it pretty enthusiastically, his huge arms up to the elbows in suds as he scrubs away.

"Just pile them up over there. I can carry them when I'm done here."

2)
This was likely the biggest mistake in the world. Someone had given Reinhardt a hammerlike object (it's a bat but it's close enough) and just told him to hit something with it.

The blindfold sits a bit cockeyed on his face. Why bother covering a blind eye. His huge grin and even huger laugh rings out as he focuses every single muscle to the task.

"Everyone, brace yourselves!!" He raises the bat. The poor watermelon isn't going to last and he might accidentally set off a small stunning earthquake when he smashes the bat down with all his might. "HAMMER DOWN!!!"

Splat

Well...there was a watermelon there. It explodes in a huge shower of pulp. Someone's going to need a towel.

3) -tw - Rein in a swimsuit
[ Reinhardt is pretty hard to miss, laying on the beach. The massive man seems to be dozing off in the sun. At the moment, he's laying on his chest, head cradled in his arms, his back, covered with so many scars, happily baking to a nice golden tan. Or it should be. He might have laid here too long and gone to sleep by the sounds of his snoring. Someone might want to wake him up before he goes from an amazing tan to a painful burn. ]

Earn some silver
3.)
This is not something Reinhardt agrees with at all. Shady men and shady back alley fights are no way to battle. He prefers the glory of combat for a good cause and not any of this. However, money is an issue right now. Plus, he is sure that if he wins, he can just donate his earnings to the support of those less fortunate than himself. A good cause supported by a test of strength in gladiatorial combat. What's more noble than that?

So he finds this club easily and waits his turn. When he steps out into the ring, he does so with proud confidence as his statistics are announced. "In this corner, standing at 7'4" tall and weighing 515 pounds, the Crusader Reinhardt Wilhelm!"

He does a few hammy flexes of his muscles to work the crowd up. He hopes whoever he's up against is a worthy opponent.

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Something not here that you want, don't hesitate to add it

3 because I live dangerously

[poolhall_killer]

This is why Venom always seeks out the shaded spots first. Not that he burns easily, but... sun. Maybe it's old habit sneaking back, but he looks up every now and then, checking his surroundings. That's when he notices a very large man sleeping peacefully on his beach blanket. It wouldn't be so odd but it appears that he's been asleep for a while. His tan is starting to look a touch red.

As much as he doesn't want to leave his nice quiet spot, Venom reluctantly gets up to nudge the man. He tries to be as gentle as possible in case of any retaliation. "Pardon me, sir? You might want to get up."

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home sweet home 2) because elf grandson wants to help

[heraldsdawn]

"It's not quite lemonade but it is at least cool." The voice coming from the very large man's side.

It had been hard not to notice such a very inhumanely large man walk through the streets with such great plates of armour. Especially when he had seen this towering figure amongst the refugees arriving. Again; very hard to miss a man this size.

While the man sits Lavellan only stands tall enough to look over the man's head, it's that 5'6 life for him after all. But, he leans over holding a canteen of water with a helpful grin on his face. "Drink up. It looks like you've been having a hard work out today."

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[webdesigned]

The problem with his headphones is Peter can manage to miss things. It's about the only time he misses things, thanks to super senses and hearing that could pinpoint burglaries blocks away. Still, the music in his ears is enough to drown out most of what could warn him until it's already too late.

He seizes up as his senses warn of impending doom, and Peter just barely manages to cover his face with his arms when the shower of watermelon floats overhead. Wow. He blinks at the pale pink flesh on the sand, juicy reminders of fruit that once was, before he glances in the direction of the spray.

"Uh... sorry, I didn't see you there." This is possibly the first time Reinhardt has ever heard this, ever. Peter notices after the fact he's sort of covered in watermelon, now, and shakes some from his hair. "Are you a Gallagher understudy, or is this just a hobby around here?" For all he knows, it could very well be.

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Flona-1

[ayes]

[Good lord. That is the largest man You has ever seen. She's not sure they even made men that big.

It's actually sort of intimidating.] R-right! Uh, I'll go see if any of the other vendors have anything they want washed, and bring it over, then...!

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fight club!

[likethelight]

[ His worthy opponent? Ah, well... on the matter of his being such purely going by appearances...

The announcer kind of takes care of that. ]

And in this corner, standing 5'9" and coming in at—is this right?—123 pounds... [ The announcer becomes so pale he has to stop for a moment and drop into whispered congress with one of his colleagues. Is this alright?? The rules are basically there aren't rules, but can they really allow this??

Meanwhile, Allen attempts not to look somewhere between crestfallen and irritated. Oi..

Breaking away from their huddle, a consensus has apparently been reached as the announcer dabs at his forehead for a moment with a cloth and continues somewhat hurriedly. ]

—Allen Walker! The Exorcist! [ There's... there's just confused applause, okay. The obligated kind. Possibly confused by what an 'exorcist' is.

If his pride is in tatters Allen is at least very good (and possibly very used) to not showing it and instead simply strides forward. He's dressed simply, something that looks like what someone might train in, and wearing white gloves. The only thing peculiar is his bright red left arm that seems to end in tattoos that go up his shoulder, and similarly bright red marking (scar?) that cuts across his cheek and through his otherwise clear grey eye.

And he extends a gloved hand to Reinhardt. Briskly, shoulders back and posture straight, with a smile and unfailing sense of courtesy.

Even if he might be dying a little inside at realizing just how far back he has to crane his head to look up at the man... ]

Let's have a good match then.

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welcome home grandpa!

[quevalry]

[ Sometimes Lena likes to relax at home, mostly after quite a long shift of doing her royal guard duties, chasing down people who have been caught causing trouble and then attempting to make herself food afterward.

The house isn't exactly an ideal place anymore, not since her roommates disappeared or moved out and became a bachelor pad of sorts. This means that her clothes are in a few different places, bottles of alcohol here and there (not many, just a couple because who doesn't like to unwind with some beer) and a blanket over one of the couches.

Guess where she has been sleeping lately. Unfortunately, because she hadn't been expecting anyone, she's in an oversized shirt and underwear. Fortunately, she doesn't mind someone like Reinhardt seeing her in a position like that. ]

Huh, whatcha doing here? [ She perks up at the sight of her new roomie. ]

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Sup, Gramps? Ready to Fight?

[silverhound]

"Tch!" A smug smirk settles upon Loz's face once he sees his opponent. "He isn't so big." Loz honestly doubts that this old man will be worth his time. Most people can't even handle a punch nevertheless fight him head on. He's in a class of his own, a real monster amongst men.

The self-proclaimed announcer was about to ask Loz his statistics until the leather-clad man just shoves him out the way. "Come on let's get on with this!" He yells above the booing jeers of the crowd. It seems that the spectators don't like his attitude but they can't say Loz doesn't put on a good show. He did beat up that other guy earlier pretty damn badly.

"Hey, Gramps!" A cheeky grin settles upon the youth's face as he gets into stance. Better believe he has that ridiculously large silver gauntlet on his left. The Dualhound shines ominously under the dim lights.

"Think you can keep up?"

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3 swimsuit!

[chickenhearted]

[ Waver is still kind of keeping to himself on the beach, but he's finally stepped out of his shady spot and decided to walk a little bit. He's not really paying attention to much, but he can't not see this massive man lying on the beach, and the sound of his snoring pulled Waver out of his thoughts.

What the... This guy is... HUGE! He must be bigger than even Rider had been! A little pang appears in his chest at the thought, but he steps a little closer despite himself. He's looking a bit red, should he really be sleeping like that? Sigh...maybe he's like Rider too and just does whatever he wants without thinking of the consequences. ]

Oi... [ Waver looks tiny next to the man, especially in a t-shirt that's far too large. But he pokes at him. ] Oi, wake up!

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[mayarah]

[ kara has faced aliens taller and bigger and stronger, she's punched cars and destroyed killer robots. seeing someone that tall and board and with that many muscles so prominently on display is still kind of intimidating, though it really shouldn't be.

but he's snoring, clearly asleep, and his skin is starting to turn a little red, and so she crosses the distance between them and crouches down at a reasonable distance from his arm. ]

Excuse me?

[ maybe he'll wake up from just words? ]

[panzersoldat]

[ Very clearly asleep. That snore is pretty epic. It's like someone had shaved a bear and put it to sleep out there. He looks pretty comfortable too, sleeping like a rock on the sand.

His back is turning pinker by the second and he shifts a little, his snore becoming a little stilted ] snork [ before settling again, head turned slightly towards her, so she could see the age of him. Obviously, he's enjoying the pastime of old men everywhere and napping at appropriate times. However, she had almost gotten him up with just a few words. Another try would probably do it.]

[mayarah]

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[sullenstallion]

[It's not often Dylas meets men who are taller than him, so as he's walking he just doesn't bother to notice those huge legs in his way and trips over one. He barely manages to stumble himself out of falling completely flat in the sand, and that should be that. In any other situation, he could just keep walking, content to ignore the asshole who's giant legs tripped him.

But this time, Dylas had been carrying a lemon tartlet to someone who asked for one. So now instead of holding the tartlet, Reinhardt's chest is. He'd dropped it in the stumbling, and now there's a mess of pie crust and lemon custard resting where it should not be.

Dylas should probably apologize, but he feels like this isn't entirely his fault.]

I didn't see your legs. [An explanation is the same as an apology, right? That poor tartlet, though...] You, uh, alright?

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[panzersoldat]

[ The huge man had indeed been sleeping. There's a short snorting as he starts awake at the feeling of his legs getting jostled and then the wet spat of food on his chest.

He slowly opens his eyes and sits up just a little, that poor tartlet sliding down his chest more, leaving a smear of lemon in his white chest hair. He doesn't pay it any mind at the moment, mostly because he's not used to hearing that someone 'didn't see him'. He supposed because he had been laying down, it was easier to overlook his massive body. ]

Me? I'm fine. I barely felt that! But you? Running into me is probably not the nicest feeling, ja? [ As he speaks, he reaches to run a finger though the custard and lick it. ] Oh. This is good!

[sullenstallion]

It was just your legs. I'm fine.

[Just his legs? Now that Dylas is looking down at this man...this large man, those legs look kind of intense. It takes a very large man to make Dylas feel short and small, and this does it. If Dylas had been looking down, he'd definitely have spotted him, but it's too late for that.

Even worse is the scene that follows. First, he has to watch in horror as someone eats his dessert of their chest. And then he's complimented about it?]

Uh...my desserts probably taste better when they're not mixed with chest hair.

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[nanamari]

She waits until it's late. The sun is starting to set and the partygoers are mostly clearing out now. They're headed home, or to the 'fight club' that's talked about in stage whispers, or to a bonfire that someone has started further down the beach.

The sun is just dipping below the horizon, and Ana wears a shawl over her swimsuit to ward off the chill as she walks barefoot across the sand.

Every step is harder than the one before it, right up until she stops at his side. It was much easier to talk to him when he was asleep and unable to hear her. Ana exhales slowly, silently, like she does when she's steadying herself to take a shot.

"Hello, Reinhardt."

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