❪ 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

[vacuum]

[ Funny how his gesture made in concern only seemed to inflict more pain. That's also typical for a guy so inclined to aggressive motions. ]

Making money. I assume it's the same for you. [ Though he's having far better luck. He's got a bag full of silver and only a few bruises here and there to show for it. ]

You're... bleeding. [ An obvious point, but he's trying to bring attention to that fact and the fact that Eugene probably needs some medical attention right now. Without sounding too concerned, that is, because tsundere. ]

[strictdiscipline]

[ Have a safe fall.....is this like that one saying, how does it go, "break a leg"?

But she says nothing, not wanting to ruin this moment of tentative peace before the reality of their drop sinks in and the sudden shift in location hits. Instead, she just nods. ]

Clair speaks highly of you. I'm sure you'll become self-sufficient in no time.

[ But speaking of no time, they really don't have any time, the teleporter lighting up and bathing them in white light. Hang on tight, Lukas—! ]

[shikomizue]

[His smile grows wry at the suggestion, insubordination a pain in its erosion of his control but intriguing in the bratty compulsion to not do as told.

Takasugi shrugs, casual gesture clashing with the intent of his stare.] Then I suppose we'll be running away together.

[The stranger can escape the fight if he so desires, Takasugi can't force his hand in the ring, but he won't wiggle free of the lot he's cast for them both.

They're in this together.]

[uwe]

In some ways its similar... but in other ways, completely different. [ back home he at least was constantly on the move, journeying to other lands to learn more about them. here its... almost like that, except in this case its quite literally a different world altogether. ]

You must be quite knowledgeable then. That's right, there was a task that was entrusted to me earlier. I'm afraid I don't entirely understand it, but you may have better luck than I.

[ he reaches into his armor... which i guess has pockets? i don't know, at the very least he shoved this paper into his breastplate at some point. ]

A man in dire need of fiscal assistance entrusted this to me, in exchange for a paltry handful of silver. [ which he earned earlier that day, honestly to immediately get conned out of. ] A map to find buried treasure, he called it.

[ its just a few scribbles on a napkin, with a giant X... somewhere? there is nothing remotely intelligible about this. ]

[21stcenturyguy]

[Aoi was half-joking before, but now he's more convinced that Kirei's into weird shit than he was before. The guy's calm explanation of his motives for force-teleportation do nothing to put Aoi's mind at ease. But maybe that's just because he's a punk who's naturally suspicious of authority figures. It's probably that...?]

Dude. What. [This is so uncomfortable. Does Kirei get off on being the kinda priest that creeps people out?

Aoi reluctantly takes his hand, because he's not a freakin' quitter who chickens out when he says he's gonna do something.]

Fine. Let's get this over with. Think of the station. It should be easier because you've already been up there.

Rocket Raccoon

[listofnames]

[From here.]

I didn't say I had a problem with it. I said it was distracting.

[She has even less of a problem with it if he's going to try and make a mockery of her. She can only imagine how hard it must be getting anyone to take him seriously. That doesn't mean she isn't going to do her best to soundly beat him. The audience can think what they will.]

Are you going to bite my face off or do you have a weapon?

[priorly]

Oh no, no.

[With a gentle sigh, Prior continues sweetly-]

I'd defrost just down to his neck, scream fuck you in his face and smile as it frosts back up.

[But he's not bitter. He also wouldn't honestly do this - well, anything bar the fuck you part, and he's yelled that so many times in his head he can't even imagine reality would offer the same satisfaction.]

Anyway, that's Louis. Louis and me. And this conversation's getting terribly one sided - I am so tired of me. What about you, Byerly? Aren't you cold? You're not wearing your coat.

[courageunforgotten]

[Apparently this isn't the place for honor. That's something he should have expected himself before coming in here. Not that it would have made much difference, he's not carrying any other weapons to counter this situation. He'll just have to make do.

Or maybe not.

Mipha's call is enough to catch his attention, as is the sheathed sword dropping to the ground. He's quick, using a dirty trick of his own by ducking under the next swipe and coming up with a handful of dust that he scatters across his opponent's face. With the man blinded, Link dives across the arena, snatching his sword up in his hands and turning to meet the next attack.

The first blow catches the brute's wrist, and the dagger hits the ground. The next to the gut, the third to his leg and then finally one jab to the center of his chest. Two killing blows and two crippling ones before the large man even tumbles over onto his back in the sand.

And then Link draws the sword.

He plants a foot on the downed fellow's chest and the man's pitiful scream rises above the sudden silence of the crowd as the point of a gleaming blade stabs downward. ... And into the sand beside his head.]

... Are we finished?

[A quick, panicked nod is answer enough for him and he pulls the sword free and leaves the arena. His side burns where he'd been wounded but he stands straight, his expression grim and flat while he collects two bags of silver. The crowd beginning to shuffle aside out of his way, he turns to Mipha with a nod.]

I think it's time we left.

[strictdiscipline]

[ Hard to tell if it's typical male bravado speaking or if he's actually feeling well enough to stand but she doesn't push the subject, Shinji still too much of a virtual stranger for her to take a stronger stance.

Her hand stays outstretched though, her gaze watchful. ]

A handful of times. [ Three, maybe four. ] The locals don't know about this, so it's best to make sure no one's around if you're planning on heading back up.

holy fucking shit im dead

[terrantrash]

<sub>[Wait what?

Was he...offering him the banana? But why? He hadn't asked for it. Maybe the man thought he wanted it? Was he trying to get rid of it? What is going on?

Why is this his life?]</sub>

Are you...giving this to me?

[defenses]

I've been told, but it's so easy to forget, y'know? Ahaha.

[ he gives a hearty laugh, but before he pats qrow on the back once more, he... stops himself mid-pat. as if catching himself, he grabs his hand with his other hand, settling it back down to his side with an awkward smile. that is, before... he fortunately catches onto crow's next words...

and the main point to this conversation. ] Oh? [ that is what this was about, wasn't it! it's here, vane rummages through his pockets. they did give a small stipend, didn't they? ] Yeah! Daddy Vane is here to deliver the bacon! [ i'm so sorry...

i really am. at least, he's putting a few silver in qrow's hand....... let's look on the bright side??? ]

[chickenhearted]

[ Waver huffs and looks off to the side. ]

I'm not hurt. [ Even if he was, he wouldn't admit to it. Not in front of someone who's obviously very strong. ]

I-it's nothing. You shouldn't have fallen asleep in the first place, that's all!

[ And what was with that reaction, anyway? He peers at the man but then decides not to pry. For all he knows, the man is always ready for a fight. ]

[strictdiscipline]

[ She smiles wryly at that. ]

I'd rather put in the minimal effort now rather than after you've passed out from heatstroke.

[ It's not exactly a cool day today, the sun beating down on the beach, and surely the kabob stand and it's continuous high heat isn't helping matters either. ]

[uwe]

[ yes, typing was only an issue for you yesterday.

it's just innocent propositioning, lancelot... why do you have such a dirty mind. in truth, the creepy npc that hired him probably told him that's what it was, so he simply took him at face value. he doesn't understand anything about this task to begin, so he may as well follow the instructions he was given. "sell himself." ]

Ah, yes. The tea.

[ he just follows, taking a step, before letting a light laugh slip from his lips. ] I never imagined you would be the one I would be selling myself to.

[regives]

[ okay nvm it's hoes before bros the kitty is just that powerful ]

It's not, right? I never had anything like this back where I'm from. [ Which is possibly why she's so impressed, but truly she finds herself liking the dish and everything it provides. While hot she's able to withstand it and doesn't hesitate on getting herself a second bite. ] But there's actually plenty here that I never had there, I feel like I've been missing out.

[ Not like any of it was her fault.

And she twirls her fork, probably sometime after he's encouraged to get some more so they can conveniently start the inevitable... why are all my threads with you like this... why ]

[originallutece]

[And of course, she doesn't realize the deception; she simply nods, accepting that answer.]

Columbia. The flying city, but I doubt you have that where you're from.

[vorrutyer]

[ By shrugs, flutters his fingers at Prior. ]

Why, of course it's one-sided, my dear. Your nametag labeled you a prophet. I'm trying to see if I can hear some words of life-changing wisdom.

[shikomizue]

"Aa. But best to make your enemy bleed more." Takasugi agrees with a nod that's more akin to a lull of his head, posture settling in to something more relaxed.

"Those stories are just as thrilling. You have many, I'm sure." A bit of flattery, and he's aiming to hear a tale not of glory but of blood and guts.

[pricechecked]

Our hosts would not place you in front of me if they did not desire this.

[Oh yes, this was him alright. The Baratheons were big men, though not quite so big as Victarion. It had been years since he last laid eyes on this man and time had certainly changed the younger Baratheon brother. He recalled that he was on the other side of Westeros, trying to name himself King. Victarion had even heard of the battle of the Blackwater, where Stannis had been crushed. He had taken great pleasure hearing that news.

He had his axe in hand. It would be easy enough to kill this man. Robert was one thing, but Stannis quite another. His other hand, burned and still smoking, tightened into a fist. If not for that sword, he would beat the life out of this Stag King with his own bare hands.

And then... he saw the nametag. And the claims it made.]

... what true dragon?

[chickenhearted]

H-hmph. [ Well he'd still be in denial about his then. It's embarrassing to admit he's lonely, or to even realize he might need a hug after everything that's happened recently, not even including being sucked into this place.

He decides to move on with the subject change. Rider doesn't really count as a roommate, so... ] No, I haven't. Especially not random ones I've never met before.

[21stcenturyguy]

[See, that tattoo totally needs googly eyes glued on there. It greatly enhances its glare capabilities. Like so many other artists, Aoi's great artistic vision will likely not be recognized within his lifetime.]

You're the worst. Go back inside and return your shit.

[A beach sensei can't work under these conditions. That dense of a concentration of lame has to be contagious. Yusei can go back to dying of heat-stroke underneath some street vendor's grill, Aoi doesn't even care.]

[regives]

[ Even if he's just indulging in her little idea of passing time the fact that he contributes brings a smile to her lips. A little shy, perhaps finally recognizing how childish she must seem for doing this, but something that she can at least shove aside for the time being. ]

Oh! Did you wanna look somewhere together? I was thinking of just watching from the beach.

[ Even with everyone here. ]

You think we can find a place with a better view?

[courageunforgotten]

[That tells him enough. They're the same and that makes things a little easier, at least enough that he can speak a little freely.]

Well, I didn't buy much food from fairs or parties, mostly what I could hunt and gather.

[He considers for a moment.]

That mostly means meat skewers, mushrooms or fruit.

[offtune]

[ hey that works fine with me...

the waves crash against them once more, a far larger one, causing her to shift against him uncomfortably. while this would normally switch on a certain mood of her, feeling him against her groin, but she's far too concerned with other things to pay attention to that... so unfortunately, she's not the fun kind of wet right now. :(

when she's able to retrieve her sword, she stands at last, moving off of him as she slowly checks to see if there are any damages.

she glances down at him. ]

It'd take more than a little yelling to lose my voice.

[ she'll lose her voice in death. deep, right? but anyway... a thanks is in order... ]

Good work.

[laveers]

[ She smiles. Lucy is kind, and kindness is a new feeling. She can like it, aye, but it has to be kept carefully. ]

Will you come on my maiden voyage?