❪ 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

Comments

[daemonized]

Oh? And where's your sense of mourning? Your woeful tears?

[Casually pointing that out.]

[originallutece]

Odd, isn't it?

[Let the battle of the cryptic assholes begin.]

But then again, I suppose I'm simply fitting in with the rest of the general population.

[daemonized]

[Cryptic asshole battle is a go. Which is mildly ironic considering that Ardyn actually takes the loss of his world very badly, it's just all wound up and tucked away inside for now.]

Hmm. At any rate, it's all a matter of personality. Some prefer not to think about their losses, and indulge themselves in activities such as these. Others I'm certain are more mournful, and simply aren't present.

How do you feel about the loss of your home to the Storm? When you're not merely trying to blend in?

[originallutece]

Oh, I don't know you nearly well enough to spill my heart to you.

[Columbia can burn.]

Get to know me better, Mr. Izunia, and perhaps someday you'll learn the answer to that question.

[daemonized]

[He arches a brow at her, only slight, but the intonation of something skeptical is there.]

I didn't realize that such information was something kept so close to the heart. Your feelings must be very complex, indeed.

[originallutece]

I simply don't believe in baring my soul to the first man who asks.

If you believe differently, though, by all means: how have you taken the loss of your universe, planet and home?

[daemonized]

Me? Quite badly.

[He says with a frustrating grin, just to be confusing and misleading in facetiousness.]

[originallutece]

Oh, that's not nearly description enough to make me feel comfortable, my dear Mr. Izunia.

[daemonized]

And what could I say to make it a more satisfying answer for you?

[A twirl of his umbrella again.]

That I'm distraught over the loss of life, of my world being engulfed in something that no one could have predicted? Not even the gods? That I weep over the notion that I shall not ever return to lead the life I once led on Eos?

Would that be better?

[originallutece]

[It's a flippant answer, but Rosalind doesn't immediately rise to the bait. She watches him for a long few seconds instead, her expression unreadable.

But! One can't be inscrutable forever. Soon she turns back towards the beach, staring idly at the sea.]

It's a start. Add a few tears and a bit more sincerity, and you might just have me.

But I should hardly like to linger on the topic if it distresses you so. You must have something of which you're fond of speaking.

[daemonized]

[Ardyn is immune to inscrutable glances. His expression is unchanging, lips turned upwards in a smile.]

I'll be sure to remember to cry, the next we meet.

[That'll be the day.]

But if you want to change the subject... [Ardyn trails off. There are any number of things he can speak of, some kept closer to the chest than others.]

"Fond". What a strange word to apply to a man such as myself. So many experiences to pull from, and yet nothing arises so readily for me to speak about. [Or. Or he's just full of bitterness and anything that he would talk about would never have an edge of fondness to it.

He settles on something superficial. In the end, he supposes it isn't wrong.]

Chocobos. Do you have those in your world?

[originallutece]

. . . we do not, no. What are they?

[It's not that she thinks she's going to get some grand insight off chocobos (whatever the hell those are, it sounds like a sweet), but any choice he makes is informative. And given this man's strangeness, she'd like to gather all the information she can. He's intriguing. Evasive, yes, and a little frustrating in his flippancy, but he's the most interesting person Rosalind has met thus far. She wants to learn more about him, if for no other reason than her personal satisfaction.

Only the Luteces are allowed to be cryptic. Everyone else can jog on with that nonsense.

(Besides: it's much more fun to focus on this man rather than the fact Robert is still in stasis. That's not something she wants to think about, oh, no).]

Are you really so devoid of joy in your life that nothing springs readily to mind?

[daemonized]

They're large birds. Friendly, most are flightless, and have been domesticated to be ridden for the sake of quicker transportation.

[He grins, and though it's true that he did once harbor a stronger fondness for the creatures, what exists now seems to be a bit more subdued as a result. It's said casually, as if one were talking about the weather -- not some adored creature in which he would go on for ages and ages about.

At the second question, he doesn't respond immediately.]

So very devoid. [It's easier to answer with dramatics, even if it all somehow skirts the truth. But Ardyn already knows that if he gives a completely flippant answer, she'll write it off and move on to the next topic. He'll not garner any information out of her as a result, and he must admit that he's at least vaguely curious for her to speak about herself, instead of him having to be the one to dole out all the information. So he dangles in front of her what he's sure anyone would find an interesting little tidbit.]

I've lived for a long time, Ms. Lutece. After a while, it all becomes very much... the same.

[Which is a mild way of putting it, where Ardyn is concerned.]

[originallutece]

Continued here!