❪ introlog: #2 ❫ THE CALM. -- the overflow.

[natha]

ORIGINAL POST

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

[ax]

Really?

[ it seems pretty standard to him. the poaching might be a little unconventional considering the equipment, but it's worked out fine so far... ]

[fisherwife]

[Huh... It certainly sounds interesting and her head is full of questions wondering what determines the abilities one gets, or if at all. She doesn't think they're questions he might be able to answer however--if anyone could at all.]

I see, how fascinating... In my world I have a unique ability, one that no one else has had-- it's not much, just healing, but... I can understand a little, at least.

[She then nos towards the shore.] Would you feel better going back to the beach? I know treading water can be tiresome. [Not really for her, but, you know. Other people. Normal people.]

[rhygret]

You know that sounds like, super ominous right?

[ He's just saying. Some undead guy, talking about war and how it's enough that the two countries don't like each other... Seems a little suspicious bro ]

[frombetrayal]

[Well. Looks like Shinji is just going to have to learn to live with that guilt! Because Haru is completely, utterly, one-hundred-percent sure, and she nods when he says that.

...while he's busy talking with the boss lady, she works on her food; it's quick and painless, but luckily, she's almost done eating anyway. So, she finishes up and brings her dishes - and the abandoned dishes of other customers - around, flashing him a bright smile.]

Thank you.

[For... getting her a job? For not just being like "no, we're not hiring" and chasing her off? Something to that effect, anyway.

She'll get right to work washing the dishes and throwing out trash. Many hands make light work, as they say!

...and lucky for Shinji, they're busy enough that she won't even be able to chatter at him endlessly.]

[fatgun]

[Oh, murdering acquaintances, #relatable. Joshua raises an eyebrow at those secrets, mostly because the last one doesn't seem much like a secret at all, and shrugs at the stellar assessment of his character. Yeah, yeah, so he lies a little, big deal.]

I'd say they weren't really for me, but that would already be a lie, hee hee. [He thinks for a brief pause - "I maintain a sports team" only barely held up before and he's already bored of it, so-] I interfered in a gamble I said I wouldn't stick my nose in because I hate to lose. Satisfied?

[rhygret]

[ OH NO THE SAD FACE.... Rhys gets the dokis all over again and just really. Likes him. Why is zer0 so cool?? He is the literal best shotgun ninja who also wields a katana and Does The Thing, ever. ]

Oh yeah--how did checking out the job board go? Or is this, uh, is this it?

[ No quests to kill giant monsters? ): ]

its gonna be ROUGH

[r3f4c70r3d]

[ She brings a hand up to the arm where her tattoos once were, the last traces of her siren status covered with a long sleeve, rubbing at it gingerly through the layers. ]

No. But... if you need anything, I'll offer any assistance I can. I promise.

[ Finally given the chance, Angel wants to genuinely help others, and ultimately to help herself. ]

[coolerjunpei]

[Look, everyone is a little gullible sometimes. At this point Junpei also maaaybe still thinks Waver is about 15, which would explain everything about being so gullible. It's fine, don't break the spell.

He nudges his shoulder significantly - but gently, since the kid's already having a rough day.]

Hey, it's not the end of the world. The people dressed like that on purpose are getting way more attention than you, trust me. [reassuring....??]

[respired]

It is the inevitable. If that simulation reflected the reality of this place, then the peace here is already poisoned.

[ He doesn't seem like he cares how it sounds. He's speaking from his own experience, from how the Horde and the Alliance were never truly at peace--despite the official stance. ]

[daemonized]

[Questions would be met with honest enough answers, hilariously enough. Up until a certain point, at least.

Instead, he waves a hand dismissively.]

Don't be. What point is there, lamenting the state of the world, when it would've been swept away regardless?

[tricksune]

[ What a diligent employee. Of course he wouldn't do anything to detract from his customer base, he'll puke at a competitor's stall or something.

Though that shouldn't really be a concern; he lets out a soft chuckle, confident in his ability. Not that eating way too much is a... talent or anything. Or that this is something he can actually manage. Just let him dream. ]

Not to worry. [ Yusuke'll deal with the consequences for himself. He leans onto the booth's little counter, all settled and ready for Culinary Adventure. ] You only need to concern yourself with serving your finest dishes.

[shikomizue]

It's a question he's gotten many times before, from errant child and cocksure degenerate alike. The memory - his voice tearing through his throat and the ground collapsing under his feet - never changes, but his answer is never the same.

He says whatever suits the person asking, and for this man, there is no question.

"War. I'm sure you're familiar with its toll." Takasugi returns the appraisal he'd received moments before before crouching next to the man. "So, tell me about them. Your scars."

🗨 frankenstein

[ask]

[ in many ways, it had been frankenstein who had anchored him to a world that had moved so far beyond his own scope of vision. humans were resilient and forward looking. they were fascinating in that sense, and they were constantly on the search for something infinitely better and greater for themselves. it's why he always found himself endeared to their efforts. regardless, here... isn't their world. yet, he still relies on frankenstein to fill in the gaps.

yes, he relies on frankenstein. trusts him, and perhaps that's why it's easy for him to accept any and all of his explanations. even when it's entirely embarrassing like now. as usual, he seems to pay the implications no mind. if anything, he's more focused on just being able to try it.

who knows when the next ramen awaits him? besides, they're technically a couple (of dudes) who have survived years of solitude, are they not? ] I will try one. [ a pause, as he corrects himself. ] You will try one with me, as is ritual in this world. [ it's a clear statement, before rai walks on ahead, already looking for a place to sit. he chooses the most tidy spot with the best view of the ocean. he crosses his legs neatly, before he already begins tying a cloth around his neck. ]

[rhygret]

The only thing those simulations are good at is how real they make pain.

[ This comes out completely annoyed and wry; Rhys has had far more unpleasant experiences in those VR sessions than he'd care for. Who drops a guy in the middle of enemy territory when he asks for a beach getaway?? ]

The first simulation we ever had was breaking into a base and escaping when we got caught which, sorry to burst your bubble, totally hasn't happened here. No one's been kidnapped and no one's been fighting. They literally had a party to celebrate a bunch of escape pods crashing-landing because they thought they were meteors bringing them good luck.

[fisherwife]

[Mipha says nothing to that, staring quietly at Prompto like he's said something truly profound-- which, in a way, hadn't he just? She considers him and his words quietly, folding her hands together and looking down at them as sh thinks.]

I...understand. I can understand that. [Her smile is a bit sad] My people built a statue of me, among other things, so as to never forget me, I suppose. ['I suppose,' she says, as if she doesn't know this for certainty.

She takes a breath and then raises her head again, smiling warmly] And I'll be sure to treasure it always.

[terrantrash]

Jerry must be a very busy man.

_{[If the amount of food that Allen had seemingly consumed was anything to go by, that is. Slaine isn't sure if he's just a glutton or actually really can't help it. Either way, he's got quite the appetite.]}

[congratulating]

So they can.

[ He breathes out a half-laugh. ]

Perhaps, you are older than one I have met. Though, that would be a feat in and of itself.

[ It is a bit of a dance with words. Kirei finds, still, that he cannot get a read on the man. That in and of itself is interesting more than vexing. Furthermore, Ardyn is not a man that reeks as Matou Zouken does. ]

And you are no more questionable than anyone else. [ A polite jest.

His jaw sets as he thinks of revealing something. He looks past Ardyn into ten years back and pauses at what he sees. The tightening of his jaw loosens as he offers a calm smile instead. ] I apologize... I allowed my mind to wander briefly. For some reason, I was struck by a story I had encountered. Once... there was a man who thought he saw a miracle. However, that miracle turned to darkness inside of him. Leaving neither a blessing nor a curse, but ... life.

[ A shrug. ] And so it is not for anyone to decide if that man was damned or not... for continued life could be considered either depending on the individual. No, I believe it will only come from the actions of continuing to live that will decide which it is. [ He looks away to the sky. ] Wouldn't you agree?

[ He hums. ] I would blame my old age for getting me sentimental about old stories, but that would be rude to you. I'll just say that I'm feeling a little sentimental, then, and leave it at that. [ If he takes the hints that Ardyn gives, Kirei decides to name himself to him. Kirei wonders if he feels anxiety but he decides he doesn't.

He merely took a step forward but can easily take steps back with a story. ]

[respired]

So there is no conflict between Olympia and Wyver?

[ For him, the sim had made him think he was a native, given him a whole set of false memories. They nag at him still, and he's angry about it, angry because he's already had his sense of self sublimated one too many times.

He stares at Rhys, his expression stoic, voice cold. Why so much pain, then, if there was absolutely nothing to worry about? ]

i googled weird beach games for this

[coolerjunpei]

[Junpei has been busy at the beach despite being the one who told Anemone to get the hell down here, so it's a little bit of time before he finally finds her. He's already looking a little burnt and there's sand, for some reason, on his cheek, which he's hastily wiping off as he makes his way over.]

Hey, you made it. Great, because I found a game we're going to play.

[He points, indicating an inflatable game setup not very far away that looks like it involves an awful lot of swinging and bad ideas. Are you ready to kick his ass, Anemone? 1v1 him!!]

[panzersoldat]

Good! I would hate for such a nice young man to get attacked in the night by brigands. I'm glad you will keep your eyes open. And if you see anything, I hope you'll go to the authorities. Or come find me. I would set them right for you!

[ For a stranger he has just met...because that's how he is. ]

Ah...Yes. The fighting. A man approached me earlier and told me about it. He said that I might make some good money if I went into the ring and told me where to go looking if I wanted to. But I don't think it's anything people want to spread around. [ He looks a bit guilty about even thinking about it. ] I...don't think it's legal. There's probably gambling involved.

[fisherwife]

Pleased to meet you, Beth. [She has no reason not to believe her, after all.

The question makes the smiles disappear though, her expression turning rather sad and distant as she glances around the ship. Her people would've loved to explore it, she thinks.]

No, I'm afraid not. They're all still... [Asleep on the ship, she means, but she's not entirely sure if this girl is one as well. Mipha glances to Arya again] Are you a refugee as well?

[poolhall_killer]

Venom can relate to that. It's been forever since he was able to fully relax, as well. He can't blame the other for taking advantage of the opportunity.

He begins to check up on the other's skin, only seeing a touch of red. "It's not too bad. I believe we caught it just in time before it got worse."

[11calls]

[That makes Alex laugh quickly and after a second, she almost seemed surprised by the sound that was coming from her lips. She covered it with a little wave of her hand and a shake of her head.]

No Loch Ness Monsters for me. That would be more of my friend Nic's department. Sort of.

[He was only looking for a mythical cabin that was bigger on the inside than out and left people pretty crazy when they eventually escaped from it. But honestly given the weird animals and everything else, Alex wouldn't be the slightest bit surprised if he did end up finding a Nessie of his own and it tried to follow him home to his apartment.

All and all, she thought his job was better than hers at times. At least he didn't need to deal with demons to go along with all of the rest of the espionage and evil corporations and the like.]

I work for Pacific Northwest Stories, it's part of the NPR network. Well, it's sort of the Seattle branch. My show is on the paranormal as far as ghosts and demons and the nature of belief My friend Dr. Strand is a skeptic, and we're investigating things that couldn't be explained by science. [A beat and she could almost hear Richard in her head prodding:]

Yet. But yeah, in rainy old Seattle, things can get weird sometimes.

[vorrutyer]

Oh, quite lucky.

[ The bar is just around the corner, part of an upscale brothel. It's where Dutch works; she'd shown it to him. He wonders if she's here now. He'd like it if she were here. He could use a bit of company later that's...prettier than Sirius? No, with those eyes, Sirius is absurdly pretty. More fun? No; it's clear that Sirius could be fun if he put his mind to it. Perhaps less unsafe. Not that By doesn't like sharp people, dangerous people, challenging people, but. Sometimes, there is little joy in being the villain.

He flips up two fingers to the bartender. ]

Two whiskeys, my man.

[ Then he sidles up to the bar, setting his elbow on it as he turns to look at Sirius. ]

Only - I've got to ask - what's that mean, the side of good? Curious turn of phrase.

[11calls]

To be fair right now I'm trying to avoid you getting punched in the face right now.

[Alex just grinned at him, and adjusted her bag on her shoulder in a practiced and thoughtless motion even though it was lacking most of the things that would normally have been in her bag. Her pad feels too light, and she knows when she gets to the beach, she is going to spend some time writing some notes down. But for now they've got a walk and a train ride and she's got a Strand to bounce things off of.

Which is why she just asks quietly:]

So, do you want to hear what it is I've found out already? [And a beat.] Where's your nametag?