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❪ introlog: #2 ❫ THE CALM. -- the 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?

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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.

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Travel Light - [Locked to Lavellan.]

When people looked at Victarion Greyjoy, he was not a man that invited handholding. He was over six and a half feet tall and that should be enough between his dirty beard and scowling eyes, but the plated armor, and the kraken heraldry sealed the deal that he was not going to go and be a person's best friend. To make it even worse, his left hand looked like it belonged to a charred corpse and smelled of crackled pork and sulfur, seeming almost to still be burning beneath the charred flesh while balled into a fist. He was standing at the teleporter, glaring as he watched one set of people vanish into its mysterious glow.

Eventually he decides enough is enough. When he spots someone that seems like a likely candidate, he grabs them roughly by the shoulder. "You're taking me with you."

He'll at least offer his normal hand.

Home Sweet Home

And then there was the city. Victarion was not the most well traveled man, but he had by chance been in some of the larger cities of Westeros before, be it Lannisport, Oldtown, or King's Landing. Olympia seemed to be distinct from all that. It was cleaner, for starters, reminding him more of Oldtown than the filth of King's Landing. The people certainly seemed queer, but few seemed interested in stopping him even despite everything about his person that seemed to indicate he was a dangerous man. Even his nametag seemed to scream that!

Secretly, I raid coastal cities, drown my enemies, and burn my captives!
What are yours?

Victarion should have been bothered by that, mostly due to the insulting implication that he did any of that secretly. Damned insulting piece of paper! At least when he found his apparent lodging, he could just take off the armor he was wearing and be done with it. He takes his time, though, weaving his way through the market district as he eyes the various goods and baubles for sale. He has some gold coins in his pocket and though it isn't the local currency, it should spend all the same. But he's too proud for that. No one will say that Victarion walked into a new city ripe for the plucking only to pay the gold price.

Sometime later, he finds the house assigned to him... and the person he's expected to live with.

Flona Cave - A few days later

Train Ride

Victarion took the train, economy class. He wasn't really even sure what it was for, except he was told it was the only real way to get to the ocean with any decent speed. It was strange getting inside some large metal box like this, especially when he saw no beasts to pull it. But once it began to chug away with its monstrous roars and grinding, he finally settled into his seat. He was still in plate armor. He had his axe... checked in luggage, unfortunately. He tried to argue that point, but a bunch of royal guards started eyeing him in a way that suggested he didn't really want to go picking a fight just yet.

So he was on a train. Staring out a window. Drumming his ghastly smoldering hand that he'd finally been convinced to at least cover with a large awkward looking glove. It looked a bit ridiculous.

Beach Party

So apparently there was a party to be had. But okay fuck that. Ironborn don't attend parties and go swimming like timid little greenlanders carefully dipping their toes into the ocean. They gatecrash parties without being invited! To the casual observer, it may APPEAR that Victarion is simply filling up his plate with the offered food like any normal guest might, but the trained eye of a true Ironborn would know he's merely plundering the generous offering of food. After all, he went through all his money in Olympia and on the train ride here, so stealing the food that some fools had merely left out for the taking was inevitable. It felt good to eat and pay the iron price again. He didn't sit at the tables set up for the party guests, though. No, he took the actual bucket of food he'd gotten away with and went to go sit in the sand and eat, a little bit away from all the people making their obnoxious squealing as they played in the water. Ugh.

He was glaring at the boats and deciding how he'd go about getting one. He didn't intend to stay on land for long. He was ironborn and he longed to be on the sea. Or possibly, if convinced properly, maybe even under it.

Earn Some Silver

Come nightfall, a penniless Victarion is able to change his fate when some slippery looking locals get a look at him and convince him that it might not be such a terrible idea to have a bit of fun and maybe make some money. Victarion isn't easy to persuade to just go attend some festivities when it doesn't even involve raiding, but the promise to maybe throw some punches? It's all he needs. And before long, Victarion is marching out into the dirty arena armed with nothing but his fists and his axe left behind. This wasn't the kind of fighting he normally did, but he was more than eager to work out some of his anger issues. After all, when it all came down to it, he knew Euron was involved somehow, and that Victarion couldn't rest until his brother was at the bottom of the sea. To do all that, he would need a ship, and for that, he was going to need money.

No matter how many skulls he had to crack to get it.

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[travel light]

[ Randel doesn't know anyone here, and he certainly doesn't want to be rude to anyone... but he does need to get down on the ground, start helping. Eventually, he'll find someone who looks as if they know what they're doing and then it's a matter of approaching, slow and steady, and making sure he doesn't loom. ]

Excuse me. Would you mind helping me get to the... planet?

[ The idea that he's not on a planet is still so very strange, but he'd adapted before. He'd just have to keep adapting. ]

[home sweet home]

[ When he got the patch on his chest that had his name (Randel, no Oland, which was sort of fair, really) and his house number, he wasn't really sure what he was supposed to do with it. He couldn't own a house, after all, and he didn't see how it made much sense for him to have one for a month when he wasn't sure if he'd be able to maintain it after that. After all, he wasn't good for much and what he was good for certainly couldn't pay for a house or an apartment, usually. Not if he was gonig to save for when everyone woke up.

The change when he says hello to someone? He doesn't even notice it, mostly because he has no idea it might happen. But it does admit that he 'Secretly Loves Cats, Doesn't Eat Meat, and Has An Enormous Penis'.

...as soon as he figures this out, of course, you BET he's going to cover that patch up. No. Question. Also turn red. Very very red. He might even hide for a bit... ]

[beach party]

[ Randel isn't the sort to turn down free food, nor a chance to see the ocean when there isn't a war going on. He spends sometime near the water, getting a feel for the sand between his toes, the way it splashes up against his ankles. For the most part, though, he spends it at the various shops, enjoying the free food and, after he's full, asking around to see if there's anything he can do to help. He can't do anything complicated, but there's always lifting and carrying to do and that he's aces at. Which is why, of course, when it comes time to do the dishes, he's right there alongside You, carefully washing each one and depositing it where it seems to go once it's dried. It wouldn't do to be ungrateful, after all. ]

[earning silver - 1]

[ He's lucky that one of the merchants was happy to take him on for a few more hours of work, especially since he knows how unemployable he really is. He can't cook and he can swim but not particularly well, but as per usual, he's there for getting things to and from high shelves and doing the heavy lifting. For any customers who come by or staff who may come in, he has a friendly wave and a warm smile. Good, honest work is wonderful and he enjoys doing it. It's even better that he's going to get paid for it. ]

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[ Koltira shakes his head. ]

Nothing. Merely stand still.

[ He lifts his hand, and a shimmering orb of frost coalesces in his palm. ]

Do you consent?

WARNINGS FOR: a terrible person pretending to be someone he's not. He'll be avoiding actual violence/etc in these threads, but there may be mentions of things like abuse, violence, manipulation in the threads below.

HOME SWEET HOME: 1-A
[There's a man just off a main street, in the middle of pulling his shirt off and turning it inside out so that the sticker that declares Hello! My name is Ramsay Bolton! Secretly, I lie to everyone, care only about myself, and killed my own father will be hidden against his skin.

The second part of the enchanted message doesn't bother him- but if he's going to pass himself off as Willem from the Riverlands then he's not about to give himself away on the first day.

He's not being secretive about changing his shirt in the middle of town, so if he catches anyone staring after he's done, he'll approach them with a smile.]
Is something wrong? Can I help you?

HOME SWEET HOME: 1-B
[The market here sells things he'd never seen before, foods and goods that fascinate and intrigue him. He browses slowly, taking the time to listen to the pitches from the salespeople without ever seeming to buy anything. One or twice he charms his way into a free sample, but mostly he's here for information.

A few items catch his interest: a set of impossibly sharp hunting knives; fabric that's both warm and light which might make a good cloak; a pineapple; something like an ipod that plays something like hip-hop. He stops and pays attention to each for long enough and with such curiosity that someone might come explain the item to him.]

BEACH PARTY 2-A
[Sporting a new short haircut, a (ladies') wide-brimmed hat that shades his face from the sun, a bright smile, and a pair of bright pink swimming shorts, Ramsay takes a moment to survey the beach as he steps onto the hot sand.

It's strange to go from the onset of winter in the North to... this. The sun is bright, the water doesn't promise death the minute one steps in, no one seems concerned about survival... it's the epitome of everything he's heard about the South.

The men in the North are sullen and suspicious, slow to trust and not altogether easy to fool. These sweet southerners?

He has a bottle of sunscreen and skin pale as winter.] Excuse me, would you be willing to give me a moment?

BEACH PARTY 2-B
[Despite everything, he ends up avoiding the ocean, choosing instead to sample the food.

He finds himself next to the donation pocket, patting his pockets like he's lost his coinpurse. (He just didn't bring it. He knows better than to go out in public like this where there are likely thieves or worse).

Is there a good Samaritan out there who'll help a newcomer out? Don't suggest washing the dishes.]

BEACH PARTY 2-C
[Speaking of thievery, luck drops a lost coinpurse right into path at some point late in the day- he finds one under a chair.

The owner of the purse was smart enough to leave their name on it, so he spends an hour hunting them down to return it.... after he's emptied it of anything he recognises as valuable.

Eventually he finds the owner, approaching with a serious look on his face. It's almost like he feels back returning your empty purse to you.]
Is this yours? I found it discarded near the outhouse.

Beach Party

[ Just because her boyfriend is avoiding her and making her secretly miserable with worry over his previously actually-dead self, that doesn't mean Elena Gilbert is passing up a beach party. It's been ages since she felt good enough to actually get out and have fun with people, and even though it's a little bit forced, she's not letting this chance slip by. So armed with a bikini and one of those giant towels, she stakes her claim on a patch of sand and settles in with a book on local flora and their medicinal purposes, not giving a second thought to the possibility of burning under all that sun. She's a vampire after all, she won't even tan.

When she's grown tired of reading, she'll head into the water for a couple laps and venture along the beach to watch the games in progress. Snagging a piece of broken watermelon, she'll cheer on the competitors, and when she feels particularly adventurous, she'll climb up to the top of some of those rocks around the cove and take a running leap off to dive into the water. ]

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Exploration, I would say.

[Haru seems more or less at ease with this idea, although she's never actually done this before. Still! No time like the present to learn something new, and if they can get to know the planet they're living on for the foreseeable future a bit better, why not?]

Have you ever been scuba-diving before?

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[ He cocks his head to one side. ]

I could not control you unless you were undead. Your heart beats loud enough in my ears.

[ Loud and fast, like an excitable dog. Difficult to ignore. ]

But I could boil the blood in your veins.

[ Again, his tone is recitative, like someone reading from a very gross dictionary. ]

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[Wait till he starts talking about Thedas, she'll be in good company. Not that he hasn't been talking about it since he got here.]

Ah, good. The Wyvernest tends to draw a crowd, and I fear it's still a bit early for such noise. There's a smaller one nearer the edge of the market district, and they have lovely pastries as well.

[And he offers his hand.] I am Zevran, and you are new, yes?

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Home Sweet Home

While people were helpfully holding hands to direct people to Olympia, Richard was doing something far more important and exciting. He was at the gates of the city, armed with his own little stick of magical stickers and he was also placing them on incoming refugees with a flourish and a friendly grin. This was the REAL perk of the Royal Guard. Sure, it wasn't his job, but he'd convinced someone to let him take over while they ducked out to go have an early lunch. That was fine, because this was the best!

"Hello! Welcome to Olympia! Right this way please. Next! All bound for Olympia, move forward, thank you!"

Beach Party

Gone are Richard's normal clothes he wears when trying to look kingly or like a royal guard. He's on vacation, which means too much sunscreen and this poorly thought out ensemble, but being a fashion disaster doesn't seem to be stopping. He's having fun eating, failing to even land a hit on a watermelon, and standing to brood silently shin deep in the ocean. Someone could even accuse him of having taken up a certain shady stranger's offer to wear ridiculous clothes to model, but no. Richard did this to himself.

Flona Cove

Richard had gone to the beach party and had a blast, but now he was hear for the real tour de force. He was on a ship, dressed in his diving gear and wetsuit, and was staring with concern at the watery depths below. He'd been told that this could be dangerous, but that it would be fine as long as he took precautions. When it was explained, he listened dutifully and committed them to memory. He would not bungle this up. Richard was going to get this right.

Except, just before it was time to dive, he looks to the person on his left. "Say, do you think it's going to be a problem if I haven't actually learned to swim?"

[ From here.

He's going to have to ask his housemate about machines when he gets home. Right now he's still 90% certain it's magic.]

What about your land? Is it much like this?

[ He's demonstrably confused by her actions: he's here for the tooth. Nothing else in this moldering wreck interests him.

But she is his only hope for assistance, so he will obey her. He pushes off from the tooth, swimming to the indicated corner. There he huddles, his expression still uncertain. What could she mean by this? ]

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Slaine Troyard | OTA

Yona | Akatsuki no Yona

rey | star wars

Haru Okumura | Persona 5

Victarion Greyjoy | A Song of Ice and Fire

Randel Oland || Pumpkin Scissors

Riku | Kingdom Hearts

koltira deathweaver | warcraft

Vex'ahlia | Critical Role

for riza

Ramsay Bolton | Game of Thrones

Elena Gilbert | The Vampire Diaries

Ysayle Dangoulain // FFXIV

Kylo Ren | Star Wars

for dio;

Allen Walker | D.Gray-man

for magnus

Alex Reagan | The Black Tapes Podcast

Kirei Kotomine | Fate/

Magnus Burnsides | OTA

actually no, i'll just put it here

ariadne | inception | ota

King Richard | Galavant

@tailorable

for juvia