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❪ event ❫ THE DESCENT: FINAL PART.

WELCOME TO OLYMPIA

At last, you've made it to Olympia. The road leading up to the Olympia's grand North Gate is all cobblestones; there are more people around, more guardsmen on patrol. You see towers in all corners of the land; up there, you can make out men and women in armor, equipped with archers and rifles. There's someone by the gate reminding you to have your passport ready — do you remember where you'd put that?

Regardless, the line moves much faster than at the Outpost because of that piece of paper. Maybe it's not so useless after all.

"Welcome to Olympia," he says.

Before you know it, the guardkeep 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."

If someone greets you, the message on the patch will magically change:

My hobbies are ____, ____, and ____!
What are yours?

There's no telling how they'd known these things, but it likely has to do with Zasere.

OLYMPIAN TOUR GUIDE

The city is heavily populated with all sorts of races; no one really even notices as you enter, save for a couple Guides who will show you to the Residential District—

MEET YOUR ROOMATES. After the warm reception, you’ll be whisked away to your new residence. Try not to dawdle, as you might swiftly get left behind. While they would like you to explore ands familiarize yourself with the sights, that’s not to say that they aren’t on a strict schedule! Once you’re situated in your quarters, however, you might find that, for better or worse— you’re not alone!

Maybe your new roommate was the one who saved you during The Descent? Perhaps, they’re the ones who accidentally left you for dead. Regardless, it’s clear that now is the time to settle your differences.

If you happen to run into the Guides again, you may want to ask what's around here? They will explain the Four districts of Olympia, and then point toward the direction of the Empress's palace. "With luck, you'll never have to go there." As for the other places —

EXPLORE OLYMPIA. Bordering every residence will be a large bulletin board showcasing various snippets of what the city has to offer. Local business ads, the directory for where one can sign-up for missions (which seems to be blacked out and removed for now). What's all that about? If asked, someone will say: Missions will be available once the Olympians become a bit more familiar with them. For now, it seems exclusive to natives.

Well, at least there's plenty of other things to do.

HOME SWEET HOME

On the night of your first day in Olympia, the soothing voice of a young man trickles into your mind. You may have just begun drifting off to sleep in your new abode, or for those who don’t sleep, finally had found a moment of peace and quiet in the night.

Hello, everyone. We’re really glad to see that you made it to Olympia in one piece. Don’t worry about us, we’re okay. More importantly, your friends and family are okay. I wish I could tell you I understood what that enemy was after, but I have no idea. Darma used up a lot of her energy keeping those in stasis alive, so she’s resting. She might be out of commission for a while.

Also, I’m sorry about the delay, but network communications should be fully back online and operational now. Let me know if you come across any issues.

Oh, before I forget. Now that you’ve reached El Nysa, you can instantaneously travel from Thesa Station to Olympia. I believe some of your universes call this process “teleportation”. Be careful that a native doesn’t see you, though. Sol can take care of it if you do it on accident, but she’s… new, so to speak, so don’t make her work harder than she has to.

Good luck, everyone.

It seems you're able to connect to the network, finally.

FINAL OOC NOTE

This is the FINAL PART of our three-part intro event. From here, all of Olympia is open for exploration, and your characters may now teleport back to Thesa Station. This will also conclude the linear narrative, which means your character is on their own for the time being. At this time, you may get your characters' settled into the city, meet your roommates, get accustomed to the map, find a job, and run your player plots.

Please keep an eye out on our calendar for important happenings; we will be introducing jobs, hunts, and quests on August 6th. You may use this time to finish your intro event logs and get settled into the game. While this is still considered a "log," the game is now "open world," so we advise players to create open logs here on out and utilize this log for the nametag mingle.

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[Here is the truth: Junpei isn't heading for a temple when he spots Gaius and gives him an amicable nod in passing. He's really, truly not - he could have gone months without noticing some of these temples, all told. But he's walking by, and he doesn't have anything better to do...]

I, uh... I wasn't, but I could tag along. I owe you for the tent.

[So here he is, shifting course from wherever he was off to waste time to come up beside Gaius instead. Hey pal.]

Might as well see what this place is all about.

[Oh, it's Junpei. He's relieved to be running into someone he's already met; he's not a shy person himself, but he does worry about how the people he'd met in the forest are faring now that they've arrived.]

We might learn something. Even if we don't, I wouldn't mind getting to know you more.

[Sometimes, only Gaius can be so straightforward without feeling shameless about it.]

Shall we, then?

[And assuming Junpei doesn't suddenly change his mind, off they go! Gaius will even offer to hold his hand. Just kidding, he's not THAT straightforward.]

Oh really? Does that mean you're interested in me?

[Ha ha. Jokes. See, Junpei can be receptive to a lack of shyness, he's totally got this socializing thing down. Or: this time, since he's not sitting on the ground shaking from adrenaline, Gaius gets to experience the full depth of his, uh, wits.

"Wits."

Anyway, off they go indeed. At perhaps the last possible second before crossing the threshold, Junpei speaks up-] Wait... Is this one of those no talking temples? Can you tell from here?

[Before he puts his foot in his mouth, he wants to know, peering in as subtly as possible to... guess.]

I'd say that I am, yes.

[??? He doesn't see that as a joke, and he's even willing to explain.]

I think everyone here is interesting. Coming from different worlds like we do, there's a lot I can learn.

[Opens his mouth, boy scout badges fall out, etc. He just warmly and quietly chuckles, pleased that he has company.]

It's not that kind of temple. I've been standing here long enough to notice that the people inside are sometimes talking as they leave. Though now that I think about, sometimes they seem a little...close.

[Physically. He's seen a few handsy people leave that temple.]

[Oh—oh, jeez, thank god Gaius is such a boy scout or Junpei might actually have to wonder about walking back his jokes. Jokes that... apparently... don't land, where Gaius is concerned.

Maybe that's for the best. He makes a noncommittal noise, some kind of agreement - yeah yeah, learning, woohoo - and resumes eyeballing the temple entrance.]

Close...? [That seems... off.] Maybe they're, uh... exchanging notes.

[yeah.]

Well, we won't know until we go in, right? Shall we?

[They might be jokes, but Gaius sees them as an opportunity to be honest. If he had the character notebook instead of Rean, Junpei would be his very own entry right now.

Note 1: Can't set up a tent.]

That's not quite what I mean. It probably doesn't mean anything.

[After all, he's never quite heard of a church that practices in the way this church does. What he doesn't know will only be awkward later. Like a proper gentleman, he holds the door open for Junpei and follows him inside.]

It's breathtaking. I've never seen a church so...ornate.

[Note 2: Not great at jokes.]

Oh... well, I guess. [This he says as he shuffles into the building proper. He doesn't really know... much about active worshiping, so this is going to be a real experience for both of them. But Gaius is right - it's a beautiful building, so far.]

You can say that again. Uh, you should take the lead. [He's moral support, and all.] Looks like there's an open room up ahead...?

[Note 3: After investigations, you suspect that Junpei is sided with the mafia.]

Alright. Let's head this way, then. Maybe we'll be able to find a guide? I'd like to ask some questions while I'm here.

[There's movement coming from the room, anyways. Gaius can feel it, and he can hear it. It sounds like someone is moving some furniture, or...exercising. Thud, thud, thud.

But as he opens the door a bit wider because he's a nice guy here to hold the door open for Junpei, there's a loud, feminine moan. Even someone as innocent as Gaius knows what that sound could mean.]

...Maybe we should pick a different room. They seem...occupied.

[Note 4: Junpei, the mafia, never woke again! Junpei did not leave a will.]

Uh, wait— [Junpei, who is not nearly as innocent as Gaius, reaches for his arm to tug him away from holding that door open a split second too late. Beyond the door there can be seen a leg, very naked, very much not doing what it should be doing like holding somebody up as they walk.

Junpei glances. There is no point in denying that: he totally looks. But he also goes red to his ears and then, finally, physically pulls Gaius' arm away from the door.] No kidding! I'm pretty sure that version of "my body is a temple" used to be blasphemy!

[please let's go somewhere else]

[Thanks for being the adult and trying to stop him, Junpei. As soon as they've moved away from that door, Gaius is looking as far away from it as he can.]

That...puts a lot of what I've seen into context, actually.

[He laughs nervously, rubbing the tattoo on his arm absentmindedly. He's a virgin, he's never seen anything like this... ...aside from breeding horses, which is ENTIRELY different.]

The people leaving this temple that I told you about, they're often...clingy. Handsy might even be a better word for it. I had assumed they were close, but...not this close.

[This is the moment Junpei realizes he sure did miss some important details about close and its nuances earlier. Jeez.]

Yeah, uh, that explains a lot! Don't they have magazines up in the mountains?

[How can Gaius be so... the way that he is. Junpei shakes his head, picking a different direction and walking a few yards before he stops and looks at Gaius over his shoulder. Wait, wait.]

Are we still doing this? There's gotta be a... normal room in this place, right?

We have a trader's outpost, but...no, we don't get a lot of magazines.

[But it's still not exactly rocket science. He knows things, but...he doesn't need to address sex often at all.

He's still a little flustered, and he snaps out of it somewhat when Junpei speaks a second time.]

I can't imagine all the rooms are being used like this. It seems fairly big from the outside...

[He's considering looking around more, but at the same time he feels like he's invaded something personal and should leave.]

What do you think we should do?

[And for the choice Junpei doesn't pick, how poorly does that AU go? Do they lose the dice roll?]

[They do not survive the dice roll. Game Over.]

Hey, you're the one who wants to find some, uh... [don't say "service"] some religious stuff. If it's too much for you, just say so and we'll get out of here.

[He's not trying to be snide or anything with that either, he really means it. It is all kinda... voyeuristic, walking into rooms without helpful socks on the doors to warn them.]

I guess we could knock first.

You're right. I thought I might find a quiet place to pray in the days to come. I'm pretty sure we just came from a prayer room, however.

[And while they were definitely worshiping and praising names, it was not the right kind of prayer.

He's quiet for a moment as he makes up his mind.]

I'm satisfied for today if you are.

[Yeah. It was a short adventure, but there's no coming back from that.]

[Junpei—winces, just a little.]

Ugh... not a great time to say "satisfied." Let's get out of here before someone thinks we're—well, uh, you know.

[Not just window-shopping. They're not even window-shopping!]

[Pause. A nod in agreement.]

You're not wrong. I apologize.

[It's totally his bad. He just made it sound weird, especially since there's another moan from further in the chapel. This time, it's a man's.

But it's time to get a move on. He pivots and starts heading right back the diretion they came. 'Before someone thinks we're...well, you know' stays in his head. Is Junpei worried they're going to be mistaken for...a couple?]

If it makes you feel better, I won't be offended if you choose to leave through a different door than me.

[It's a church, the front entrance has like...eight doors or something to accommodate the crowds. He's trying to be a good pal.]

[More like he's wondering how long it will take before someone ushers them into an empty room and they have to talk their way, awkwardly, out of the building. Maybe that's unlikely, but—goddamn, everyone here is so loud? They're definitely shameless enough to manhandle a couple dudes into an empty room on some assumptions.

So, close? Close.]

As long as you don't grab my ass, the doors don't matter. [A new concept, the doors not mattering.] Come on.

[Here... he goes.]

[Gaius isn't too worried about having to talk himself out of a situation. If anything, they might be cornered into a room for an explanation, which could extend to an invitation...and yikes. Before coming inside, he'd wondered if they'd ask him to join in prayer, but now that he knows their prayer pose, he knows he should be exiting.

And it's great that Junpei is there, too. He's not sure how he'd react if he stumbled upon these things alone.]

I don't think my hand is feeling it today, so there's no need to worry.

[There are so many doors in this place. One day, Junpei will get stuck behind one. Maybe. But instead, Gaius is (politely) pushing the door open and holding it open for Junpei (politely). As they descend the steps away from the building, someone needs to say something. Eventually.]

I'm sorry for dragging you into that.

[Junpei scoffs, holding back the definitely inappropriate urge to respond to that with a comment about his ass's feelings being hurt. No, that would be too much. He doesn't know Gaius that well. Instead he obligingly (and politely) passes through the door, looking back at the building over his shoulder as he reaches the bottom of the stairs.]

Uh, well... don't worry about it. I've seen worse than a few bare legs.

[...Like, with magazines? Or - gore? Either. Both. Let's get out of here.]

So... that's the end of our church tour, huh?

Yeah. That's it for now.

[He sighs. He can already feel a headache coming along. He'll want to go back and investigate later. Or find a smaller church to start with, maybe send a letter to let them know he's coming? It's not like he can leave that stone unturned forever.]

I've seen some interesting things, but stumbling upon these sorts of things feels too personal to me.

[He's not a prude. Okay, he might be a prude, but he's also the purest. Very little sex, very little gore, just lots of robots and explosions and war.]

Haha...I'm probably overreacting a little.

Didn't I just say don't worry about it? It's totally fine to not want to see strangers going at it.

[Come on, Gaius... In this specific moment, being a prude is totally reasonable. Junpei reaches over to pat him on... the arm, since Gaius is so much taller than he is, in camaraderie. It's all good.]

Maybe they've got a... PG-13 church somewhere out there.

Right. Though I can't say that's a position I'd want to see friends in, either.

[He's not a voyeur, alright? ...In fact, it might be better that it was strangers, because now he never has to interact with those bare legs again.

Well, at least they're good.]

I guess I'll find out later. If I want to learn about this place, I'll have to ask them some questions sometime. If I do, I'll pass the information along if I can.

[Though it will all quickly become public knowledge anyways.]

[Don't worry Gaius, nobody was going to peg you for a voyeur... Like, nobody ever? So there's that.]

Oh—sure. [Junpei isn't nearly as interested - if he can call himself interested at all, in the local religion without the bare legs - but if Gaius wants to have a chat about what he learns, that's more than welcome.] I guess you could text me... you know, whenever.

[He has his reputation as the pure one of Class VII to uphold, after all.]

I'll be sure to take you up on that, Junpei. [And while those might be the beginnings of parting words, he decides to keep going here.] Actually, if you wouldn't mind, maybe we could work together again in the future.

[And they can text about what cute boys they like.]

[Texting about cute boys? Sign him up, he'll take a day to understand what they're doing anyway.]

Yeah, definitely. Something with a little more, uh, formal dress code. That'll be fine.

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