❪ 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

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[vorrutyer]

[ By blinks innocently, plucking at his florid waistcoat. ]

But this flatters my skin tone. I know it does. My tailor told me so.

[ But he leaves off with the vamping after a moment, settling back into his chair with a frown. ]

But that doesn't sound right, does it? I mean - I've dreamed in the past that I spontaneously grew wings and took flight. And I've certainly never seen that before.

[triplerose]

[ He falls into a sort of quiet. There's truth in the words, but there's missing people and there's missing people. Loras doesn't want it to seem that he thinks he's got it worse off. As far as this situation goes, he knows he actually is rather fortunate. ]

Yes. My sister is here, and an old acquaintance of mine. It seems actually there are many here from my home.

[atwo]

Take it as you will. [ it isn't like she cares about his feelings. all she needs to do is make sure he stays alive because the whole written 'protect humans' is still in her coding. unfortunately.

the idea of having someone watching her is a weird one.]

It wasn't against my will. I'm not sure if you can say I have much of a will in regards to that.

[ being an android is strange. ]

[rhygret]

[ Rhys is slowly starting to adjust to the fact that his cybernetics are somewhat of a glaring novelty to most people by this point so while he blinks a bit and looks briefly surprised, he recovers quickly and nods, gesturing with his right arm which of course, is silver and chromatic instead of flesh. ]

Yep, latest ECHO tech on the market. [ Considering he crashed the market into a planet.......... ] It's got an uplink to the database now and everything. Pretty sweet right?

[winddaughter]

[.......yeah she. Totally didn't know that.]

I'm definitely going to try! And if I don't manage it, I'll just make Akechi eat it!

[Or Gulliver. Who currently isn't with her.]

[triplerose]

[ Loras simply hums. The sept had been nothing more than a culmination of events, and he has every certainty that it was a hastily drawn up plan born of desperation. It's hard, however, to think of leisurely activities when one's locked away in prison. Among other things.

He won't bore Jon with trivial details. ]

You need not apologize. Better, I think, to have it all ended.

[rhygret]

[ Which is funny, because as much of a dick as Rhys can be about selling out entire towns for a big quarterly bonus...he would feel bad about popping their volleyball.

It's kind of like throwing a kid's candy on the ground or stealing their balloon. That shit's just mean, man. ]

I think I'll just tell them to be more careful.

[rhygret]

[ no ]

Not on the space station I used to live on. The one the Natha Orbiters is similar I think. You remember how it was always the same temperature even at night?

...Or as close as it got anyway, being in space and all. That's what Helios was like all year round. It never got any hotter or cooler.

[triplerose]

[ Loras shifts, moving to hug his knees up to his chest. What kind of lord, indeed. He hasn't quite found the courage yet to decide that the vows he swore to the High Sparrow are null here, so what is he? A self-denounced heir to one of Westeros' greatest houses.

He may be even less than a commoner. ]

It's simply truth.

[rhygret]

[ It's okay Anemone--Rhys just assumes everyone is as sarcastic as he is ]

Oh yeah? Who's that, a friend of yours?

[ Or it is....her boyfriend. Anemone's cute enough! Some people really did the strawberry shortcake look, it's not out of the ralm of possibility. ]

[vorrutyer]

No?

[ Clearly not. The tag will not budge - and the gate guard made it clear enough, didn't he? That it'd come off tomorrow. How charming. ]

And how do you know? Been subjected to such treatment yourself, in the past?

[priorly]

But you've seen wings, you have that framework. And that is either an outrageous lie or you have an outrageous, lying tailor. [He holds a hand to Byerly's cheek and considers it.] You're a true Autumn, you'd suit ochre... olive... peacock blue.

[nineteenfortyfive]

Or something like it. [The sweet, proper young lady and... Theon. Claire shrugs lightly.]

Does Westeros give names to the sons of millers?

[winddaughter]

[OH MY GOSH RHYS NO

Anemone is, thankfully, none the wiser]

He's my roommate!

[quevalry]

So, you like those girlie type of drinks... [ not that she has a problem with that because they can taste amazing most of the time. to her at least. she always likes having them from time to time. ]

Order me one of those too!

[jensaarai]

[Ren isn't particularly interested in the items he's looking at; it's simply easier to be covert about gathering intel if he's pretending to be interested, down to the point of occasionally questioning the seller about this or that.

When someone bumps into him, he glances over his shoulder and gives the offender a long stare.]

It's fine. [The response comes after a long moment of silence. He doesn't turn away at this point, if only to stare David down until he scurries along.]

[vorrutyer]

[ By presses his hand to his chest and widens his eyes, either mock-offense or mock-outrage - either a how-dare-you or a he-would-never. He drops his hand, then, and says, mildly: ]

Peacock blue sounds nice. And very in-fashion for town clowns like me - the louder the better. [ But - ] So your dream of being a prophet, then - based in your experience? I thought you weren't a religious fellow.

[ysayle]

[ At least no one is inclined to make a meal out of chocobos. That aren't others monsters. Usually, anyway.. ]

Hmm. [she doesn't look sure about the happiness, but she rather suspects tears are on the money. Still, Ysayle smiles and nods] I will, thank you.

Are you greatly familiar with other food in these parts? Or just the ones being served here today?

[ruffboi]

[Magnus sees the leg coming, and dances out of the way, avoiding getting knocked off his feet, but he can't do that and also successfully block a punch. He can take a hit; it's worse if he's knocked off balance and can't hit back or defend. So he takes the hit on the jaw, jaw clenched.

That hurts a lot more than he's expecting it too, and he can taste blood in his mouth. This guy is strong. But he's been hurt much worse and kept going, so Koltira still doesn't get the reaction he wants. Still, with his guard broken, he instead fires off a few quick punches, hoping to spot any kind of weakness. Because otherwise, this probably isn't going his way.]

[priorly]

I'm familiar with the imagery of it. Angels are pervasive in the culture: statues in the parks, perched on top of Christmas trees. Little girls in white dresses: "and lo the Angel came to Mary and fortold unto her the birth of a boy" or whatever. Thank God divine conception seems to no longer be the fad.

[His eyes may be a little too wide but fortunately for Byerly he's not privy to the vivid reimagining of the nativity story that suddenly flashes past Prior's eyes.]

Though I will concede never to have pictured any quite like the one I met.

[jensaarai]

[Once he spots the man in question, he heads toward him, though in a more roundabout manner. The set-up of the market and the crowds prevents from making it a straight shot, and making a scene isn't going to work out in their interests right now.

He glances over to see if Haru is coming with him, but he doesn't make an effort to see if she's able to keep up with him. He's just not an overly considerate person.

When he reaches the man, he decides he'll give the guy a chance to simply tell him the information he wants to hear before outright taking it. He's not expecting the guy to be forthcoming with it, but it's worth a shot.]

Tell me what you know about the fight club.

[vorrutyer]

[ He gives a small nod, a little go-on gesture. ]

What was it like?

[priorly]

Beautiful and terrible and fucking... insane? [Prior laughs and it feels too close all of a sudden, and too real.] She was a woman with wings and she was like staring into the sun. A hell of a nag, too. No respect for privacy or personal space, or household insurance.

[He smiles, lips thin.]

She fell through the roof and cracked my kitchen floor in half, but it was fixed the next morning. Am I crazy, yet?

[maipokerface]

Is it? There's nothing wrong with wanting some reassurance in an unfamiliar place.

[Not that she particularly likes hugs (or so she says) but she can understand the idea with them.]

[vorrutyer]

[ Byerly gives a small shrug. ]

I'm a Vorrutyer, darling. In my family, you don't count as crazy until you have a body count. [ A beat. Then, with a frown and a bit of a shrug - ] Or perhaps you're only crazy without a body count - with one, you're generally considered an outstanding candidate for Prime Minister.

[ But all of that aside... ]

It seems to me that this experience did affect you. Rather deeply. Yes?