❪ 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

[presses]

( Eugene leans into the handholding like it's a caress, closing his eyes and preparing an equally dramatic line before he's ... nuzzled? he goes saucer-eyed in confusion, stiffening up as he feels the tip of Frankenstein's nose push against his skin, pliant and soft, perfectly curved to complement a smooth nose bridge...

he realizes he's cross-eyed staring at him before glancing away, a bit bewildered, hand suddenly clutching over his breast as if to calm the steady crescendo of hammering he's feeling behind his ribcage. it's stupid, how easy he is, and he's not doing this whole "selling themselves as a couple" thing any favors by his panicked, utterly forced laugh at the remarks.

it's hard to pay attention to them, let alone care when he's got this simulated affection and he's practically drowning in the perfumed canopy of curls that this guy sports. he'll just... squeeze his hand almost violently at him asking how they can help. no, no... don't be even nicer ... what are you doing. )

Haha, what. ( Eugene's smile strains tight, cheeks coloring quickly behind as he gently pushes ... at Frankie's head. mind your space ... it's making him way too flustered. )

But ... I'm the jealous type! I don't really like to share. I mean, where am I going to find a guy this beautiful in Olympia? So anyway, bye. ( he actually feels more indignant and angry now that he might have to protect another. he didn't want to drag some helpful soul into such an uncomfortable situation...

Bobert Alroe stares at them, narrowing slot-eyed as he puts out his cigar. he isn't happy with this development... scary. not really, but. )

[originallutece]

[She raises an eyebrow and eyes her bloody, beaten companion.]

I'll keep that in mind. But I think our standards of danger are very different things-- and frankly, I'd rather be over protected than under.

flona cove;

[originallutece]

[They have this in common, at least: Rosalind is just as formally dressed as he is, and just as overwhelmed with the crowds. She soon heads away from them, wanting nothing more than to be on her own-- or at least, if she must see people, only one or two.

They're somewhere between the cove and the beach when she spots him-- and oh, well, isn't that intriguing, and she's curious enough about someone else so dressed up that she simply has to approach.]

Not a beach person, are we?

[veneries]

They're full of rivers, if that's what you mean. Whoever named the lands of Westeros liked that. The North in the north, Westerlands in the west...

[He shrugs. It was a shame. He'd worked all his life to become a Bolton, and now no one here cared. It was almost infuriating.]

[hannya]

[Majima touches a cut on his cheek to make sure it isn't bleeding, then just laughs to himself. The woman is slight, doesn't look like the type to carry a weapon of her own, and if she has any powers like some of the other refugees, they aren't immediately obvious.]

Fair enough. [He tosses his spent cigarette and stands up straight.]

Lookin' here's a good start, but you might wanna stick to the network we got. The natives might try and rip you off. Currency takes a little gettin' used to.

[originallutece]

I'll keep that in mind.

[But hang on just a moment there, boyo. Rosalind straightens up as he does.]

Am I to assume that means you're not for hire, then?

[veneries]

Then what happens after that- [He wiggles his fingers. It's insensitive, but Reek doesn't deserve sensitivity right now.

He shakes his head.] I mean, you've no reason to believe what I'm saying. You've likely been hale and hearty here, not at all feeling guilty about your betrayal or the deaths of those boys on you. Having king Robb alive here... you can't feel guilty for his death if he's right here.

[Right, Reek? You're not enough of a mess to question what might have happened to you back home after all of this? You're clearly doing just fine.]

[adelphoi]

Recompense?

[ alisaie cocks a brow, then leans back on her hands, her expression stony. ]

A little appreciation might be nice, but no, of course I'm not expecting anything of you. Give it back then, if you'd rather burn.

[adelphoi]

No, not quite..

[ eorzean wolves are definitely a little gnarly. ]

Make friends with her next time you see her, she's very sweet.

[adelphoi]

[ alisaie laughs, the sound light and airy. ]

I meant food.

[ silly old man. ]

Have you ever tried a pop-sicle?

[hannya]

[Majima freezes when he realizes that had been an offer. A bodyguard-- The only role he'd ever been worse at was hitman. He shakes off those memories, and the lead in his legs with them, so he can turn to face her again.]

I appreciate it, but I got a job in town. I'm just a bouncer they let tend bar sometimes.

[He smirks half heartedly.] If you want a good bodyguard, you might wanna find someone who can look both ways crossing the street, huh?

[gekkajuu]

[Atsushi smiles happily in response, glad to see that Slaine seems to be feeling a bit better.]

Do you enjoy research, Slaine-kun? [Atsushi isn't sure he looks the type - but then, neither does Atsushi himself. It's dedication and hard work that matters!] I could introduce you to Mr. Evras, if you like? Well, only when he has a moment, of course...

[It's not that Atsushi is all that close with his boss, but.... for Slaine, he would try.]

[adelphoi]

Oh, well ice and fire crystals can be used to heat or cool the insides of homes or buildings, but that's about the extent of it. You'd need heaps of them to affect anything wider than that..

[ and they wouldn't, anyway, because that's weird?? just let nature be nature, rhys. ]

So you have no.. changing seasons?

[adelphoi]

[ he's supposed to eat it.. or maybe donate it to the morons who are smashing watermelons all over the beach.. not hand it off to random strangers?? maybe he's just a poor addled hobo who's confused. ]

Well it's rather large and heavy, for the first. I have nothing to carry it in. Secondly, I've already eaten.

[ she doesn't want to carry a huge watermelon around all day any more than you do, friend........ ]

[tzaraisen]

[ He doesn't expect her... concern. It's surprising, and probably what motivates him to give her more of her attention. Nevermind that he is actually slightly curious about going in the ocean. ]

Of course I did. Anyone who plans an outing to the beach without being properly prepared is a fool. [ She... has a point there, though. Most people who are lame enough to stay on the sand are sleeping or drinking cocktails, not just reading a lame book. ]

Why are you insistent on this? I do not even know your name.

[gekkajuu]

Oh, but that's a wonderful ability! Are there any conditions that must be met before you can heal a person?

[He just asks because the healer from his old workplace kind of had to half kill people before she could heal them. Not that she ever seemed to have a problem with this, but... it doesn't seem like the fish lady would be capable of doing something like that.]

... I'd appreciate it. [He's got pretty good stamina, but after all the swimming around, he definitely is getting tired.] My name is Atsushi, by the way!

[guidetoblivion]

[A nod.]

Yea, I have… though never quite like this.

[The arrangement in Castle Hollow Bastion really can barely qualify, and well… during his time in the mansion, he's spent two thirds of his time stalking the Organization across the Worlds, but Riku still counts it. Randomized room mates are an entirely new experience though, he can admit that much.]

I suspect that's how it is for most of us.

[adelphoi]

[ obstructively useless should be his middle names. garleans love having lots of names and titles, right? we can so definitely think of plenty more. ]

You don't need my tutelage for that. [ she says, airily. ] You're rather like a cockroach in your resiliency, I daresay you'll make your way here quite easily.

[ probably too easily, if she's completely honest. nero has a great habit of enduring and popping up when he's least expected, or wanted, but alas if he is to be their bane then so be it.

he catches her off-guard, however, and alisaie's footsteps slow for a moment, enough for him to catch up, and she casts him a quizzical look, brows drawn. ]

Of course we've been acquainted. Have you forgotten already?

[ are you getting old, nero, are you an addled old man ]

[terrantrash]

_{[It's not so much that he feels better, but there's a little less despair weighing down on his heart. Clearly Atsushi is someone he ought to stay on good terms with, even though he can't help but raise a brow to the addition tacked on to his name.]}

...My father was a well respected researcher. I used to help him with small tasks when he needed it, so I suppose you could say it's something I'm familiar with.

_{[Ah, but it's that offer to go out of his way for him that gets him good. He's surprised by it, swallowing as he dips his head in thanks, unable to bow as much as he'd like, thanks to the cub attached to him.]}

I would like that very much, if it isn't too much trouble. I'll be in your debt.

[fakers]

Fruits?

[ that sets some alarms off in his head... if only because he's heard weird things about certain fruits around olympia. but from what he can tell, this drink isn't the right color to have anything to do with that. and, more importantly, he's... pretty sure... the beach restaurants wouldn't pedal anything that shady. ]

I wouldn't underestimate the fruit here if I was you. [ he'll take one for the team, trying a sip. ] ...the taste isn't lacking, and it seems safe enough.

[defenses]

[ he smiles easily at her response. if anything, it was always nice to see someone on the same rhythm and wavelength. ... and admittedly, it'd be pretty embarrassing if she didn't play along with the princess-knight scenario he had elected on sticking to. but, leanne provides!! ] Of course!

[ while most people may have not been convinced with the universal symbol of "tough" (not pepe tough), vane... is completely in 100% faith of her. not that he had doubted her from the start. from his initial meeting with her, she had been nothing but adaptable and resilient, and so he takes it to heart. when he feels those pats, he also straightens up, looking ready to roll. ] Yeah!! Let's do this! [ but, before he gets going...

he also isn't blind to the kiss on the cheek. it makes blush a little, but it also brings about a different idea.

it'd be sad if they didn't have their own thing, a symbol of victory. then unceremoniously he lifts a hand up, if just to touch her hand. he holds onto it, and bring it close to his mouth. except, no he can't do it, after all. but he does ghost a touch as if kissing a princess' hand, before he sheepishly pulls back. he clears his throat, as he eventually moves forward. they got this win in the bag... he knows it. to begin with, honestly... the other couple looked...

oddly off-balanced? probably in light of their pda, but vane doesn't make the connection there. ]

[gekkajuu]

[Tigers are indeed bad-ass. Atsushi agrees with that assessment, even if he doesn't apply it to himself. Aoi is absolutely welcome to pet his cub, though. Actually, that kind of stuff makes Atsushi very happy. Daifuku deserves all the love, so it's nice to see him get it.]

Even so, I'll have to work a lot harder than I do now to keep him fed... [#just-tiger-mom-issues] And yes, I presume he's going to grow pretty big. That said, you're the second person to ask that question...

[Which makes Atsushi think.]

It's true that he was born in an unusual way, so it's hard to predict how he will grow...

[gekkajuu]

Not at all! We're all in more or less the same situation... If we all help each other where we can, life will be a lot easier and more pleasant for everybody.

[From the beginning, Atsushi has had an oddly idyllic view on the refugees as a group - but then, it's still pretty new to him, belonging to any group at all. And so far, he's met almost exclusively nice people, so clearly his attitude is correct!]

Besides, if you have that kind of experience, I'm sure that Mr. Evras will be happy to have you. He hired me, and I had no experience in the field at all.

[originallutece]

[Hm. That's interesting. Not the refusal so much as the way he'd frozen like that, and she stares at him for a moment. Had he been one before, then? Had he failed at it? Surely there's some horrid memory attached, because he seems a bit less vivid than he had a moment before.

Hm.]

As you'd like. Keep the offer in mind if you ever want a job change. As it is . . .

[She offers him a slight smile, a little arrogant.]

I don't suppose you'd care to treat me to a drink, hm?

[meinwaifu]

[Just embrace ur homosexual urges Jae-ha and let the demon seduce u, gosh]


[Soft certainly isn't a word Mephisto is used to hearing about himself, though he can't deny there's a certain truth to it now. It's enough to get a soft chuckle out of him when Jae-ha pulls back. But as much as he may see it as being obnoxious, Mephisto can only see it as a challenge.]

My, that's quite the accusation. Are you sure you're not projecting on me?

But if you were expecting something a bit harder, does this mean you won't run away if I stop holding back?

[He punctuates this by finally letting him feel those nails of his -- dragging them down his back again and leaving angry, red lines in their wake. It wasn't exactly his preference to be soft or gentle, after all. And though he always held back to some degree (considering his inhuman strength and all), to do so any more than necessary only bored him.]

[With one hand still looped around his back, he reaches up and run his nails down the side of Jae-ha's cheek -- gentle one more, but pressing in to let him feel the pointed ends when his hand stops.]

After all that work I went through to catch you, it would be a shame for this little game to wrap up so quickly, don't you think?