❪ 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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A2

[idealog]

[ Diligent to a fault, 9S is hanging out at the common area to keep an eye out for 2B. As far as he knows, she still hasn’t left her stasis pod, but if that changes he’s determined to be there to help. And after encountering A2 in a simulation, there’s a chance that others from his version of Earth may be coming out - not all of them friendly.

She hadn’t even recognized him. Her hair was long again, as if she’d never cut it off in the first place in a mockery of the murder she’d committed. Maybe there was reason for it. Maybe she felt bad or something at the time. It didn’t matter. None of it mattered. That world was gone and 2B was safe now.

If A2’s hair was long again, she might not even remember what had happened. Maybe the Natha had gone soft and revived her, going off of relatively ancient backup data. There was a possibility that this was a different A2 than the one he hated so deeply - he was certainly a different 9S than the models that had died before him. If that were true, he and A2 were the only active YoRHa models at the moment. They didn’t have to stay together, but given the absence of Command they needed to decide how to coexist. If they could coexist.

When he saw her approach, his fists clenched. He so desperately wanted it to be the vastly superior number 2 model, but there was nothing more he could do to make that happen yet. Steadying himself, he begrudgingly made his way to her, trying to maintain a sense of neutrality. ]

We need to talk.

[cykedelic]

[ She... just tries her best to not grimace at that because guess who isn't wearing sun screen??? ]

You really managed to find some? Ah... Hah... hah... You're right about that, huh. [ Someone will be a lobster by the end of the day. Or in an hour. ]

Either way, I'm not insistent. I just thought you might want to try it.

getting to know you i.e A LATE TAG-IN

[reek]

[ When it isn’t him being forced into wearing one, Theon finds the nametags amusing. He should empathize, but he doesn’t, and he smirks as the words on Stannis’s tag begin to rearrange themselves into the truth. If he were to allow himself a moment, perhaps he would realize that two out of three of those statements actually sound just like himself.

Instead, he laughs. He knows House Baratheon well enough. ]

Is this the same world in which Robert wasn’t killed by a pig?

alvis | killjoys

[fibrosis]

[ ooc: overflow, continuing old threads, new threads welcome!! reposting the starters to avoid having to click back and forth. ]

HOME SWEET HOME

[ he picks slightly at the edge of the sticker affixed - apparently permanently - to his chest. literally. alvis isn't really sure how it's so securely... attached to his skin, but having noticed one or two others so far similarly messing with identical stickers on themselves, he's assuming there was some sort of assumption of clothing involved in the process. probably that most people wear shirts. just his luck.

the guard's statement gets little more than a slight eyebrow, and then alvis decides he'll likely get better information elsewhere.

whomever you happen to be, he's decided you seem like you might be able to dispense at least some facet of the general information required to canvas a new environment.
he also probably appeared more or less out of nowhere and seems to be wearing a cape. ]

Friendly place you guys've got here.

FLONA CAVE; BEACH PARTY &c.

[ he's never actually seen an ocean. trees, sure; rivers and waterfalls, he's been blessed; and lakes aren't too far away on leith if you know where you're going and have a free day for a long hike.

but an ocean.

the sound of waves hitting the shore is historically and universally captivating for many people, and it's in this respect that alvis finds himself honing in a little closer to "normal" than he usually seems to land. standing there, watching the water, the light glinting sharply off it here as a wave crests and shimmering there as it falls down. he'll catch up on the rest of the party in a little bit, drawn back out of this fascination, but at the moment... ]

EARN SOME SILVER; 1

[ alvis is holding a pot of something he doesn't know the name of and isn't sure he actually likes the smell of, attempting to dispense fashion advice based on trends he has nonexistent knowledge of, and also holding the leash on some kind of something in the other hand.

you're probably wondering how he wound up in this situation.

honestly, so is he. one moment he was exploring, the next he noticed someone about to drop something that was obviously too heavy for them. being within reach, he came over to help get the object safely to a flat surface. almost immediately he was handed something else that smelled a little bit like cookies on something he'd expect to find on the eastern side of the bazaar, which was weird but not horrible, but still weird.

the rest of it he would be more hard-pressed to recall, given how much attention was suddenly being devoted to what was already going on. want to come offer some help to the guy who originally offered help? what kind of shop is this, anyway?? ]

No, put the green one up again? That one's better.

ANYTHING ELSE

[ other stuff not listed. i'm midcirclenine or you're more than welcome to just come up with smth else cold-read style if you're intrigued enough. also joining the cool kids with my own overflow if you'd rather that instead, since we're already at 3300 comments, yeesh. ]

[wallofbriggs]

[If this were some cartoon instead of real life there would be an icy breeze blowing around them right now. Her smile offers no sign of this, however as she steps closer to him and places two fingers on his chest. Olivier walks the fingers up along his chest as she talks.]

Looking for someone to warm your bed, are you? I could do that.

[The smile breaks and his shirt is clinched tight in her fist as her voice changes tone.]

With a bottle of alcohol and a match.

[wallofbriggs]

[Olivier's met one such creature with a long lifespan before (and he was a pain in the ass to kill), so there's a very cautious eye turned on Flagg.]

Perhaps where you're from it is then. But the only magic I know of is unexplained science.

[uwe]

[ to think that on their very first day in olympia, they would come into contact with the true darkness lurking underneath the surface. right at this moment, there are surely carriages smuggling illicit khakis into the city, but there's nothing they can do about that now while they're at the beach. normally, siegfried would just wander off and try to take care of things on his own, but... he's learned his lesson. there's strength in numbers, and he can rely on his fellow knights to rally to a noble cause.

agnes... your days are numbered. ]

I'm sure Percival would be more thankful than that. [ and why is he talking like gilgamesh now. oh well, as much as he'd like to, he really can't deny that impression was... kind of close... ]

I don't see why not. Thankfully, I've managed to acquire some money. [ he won't talk about how he got it. no one must ever know. ]

[priorly]

And the day having someone stuck up there on that godforsaken ship becomes gossip rather than the universal experience, maybe you should worry. But not. About. Me.

[Prior takes his arm back with deliberate care, running the palm of one hand over the wrist of the other. It's a stall more than a real test of any hurt - he watches Byerly just as carefully all the time.

And gestures for him to sit. When, and if he does, he gets an answer.]

No.

[With a shake of Prior's head. He needs a moment, just one, where the facade is back on and the world doesn't feel like it could so easily fall in. Where Byerly's veneer hasn't cracked quite so sharply. So, no.

He goes to the bar, instead. And might be heard, joking low: what can I say, my time is evidently in demand. When he comes back, he does sit, and slides a brandy across the table.

No divine revelation, just a memory: something about the comforts of home.]

[vorrutyer]

Quite terrible, actually. I've never had occasion to have my courage seriously tested, I'll grant you, but I expect that if it were tested by facing down some modern-day Koschei I'd find myself shitting my pants. So to save you suffering the literal stink of my cowardice, you ought to leave me at home.

[ He says that lightly, easily, without the least bit of shame. Then, with a swirl of his whiskey in his glass, he continues on - ]

So which part pissed you off? Me laughing at his name, or me implying that cracking his skull might not be the right thing to do?

[ It is, against all odds, a real question, and not further mockery. He's genuinely curious as to the answer. ]

[cykedelic]

[ Y o w t c h.

For a moment, her hand twitches like it's going up to her ear at the tone of his voice. She's had to encourage a few people to try the water, but none of them had this kind of noice in their tone and it's a little hard to swallow at first. Athena is, thankfully, a very determined girl. It means she just pushes a smile onto her face. ]

You don't have to go too deep, but it feels really good on your feet.

GIOVANNI

[gh0stamidstthec0mbat]

((continued from BOOP))

[Zer0 doesn't seem to react at first. He just watches how his opponent moves, noting the fluidity of his movements, how easily he transitions from aiming at Zer0's head to trying to take his legs out instead. A fake out, one Zer0 manages to avoid by hopping back a couple feet. This guy was going to be a sneaky one, it seems.

Now it was Zer0's turn to test the waters. As soon as he lands on his feet, he takes an almost relaxed offensive stance. After a couple seconds of watching, he lunges forward and jabs sharply at the very fancily dressed chap's face.]

keith / voltron: legendary defender

[emblazes]

[overflow from here, feel free to tag in if there's nothing to continue ;)]

@riza

[emblazes]

[Alright but, that kinda sounds like Riza falls into the Fighter Scope. You have the normies, people with powers, people with powers who like a fight, normies who can fight -- anyway she's cooler than anticipated with just that revelation.]

Ranged weapons? [Excuse him while he tries to have a casual conversation about battle expertise with a sex person while everyone else is screaming.] Like -- guns?

[Because ranged weapons means so much more once you've gone on intergalactic adventures. He's gotta find his footing.]

[vorrutyer]

[ By deflates when Prior refuses him. Stares down into his glass, doesn't look up until he hears a footfall - and finds Prior back again, brandy in hand. He...is a bit overwhelmed when he takes it, truthfully, by gratitude and by shame and by nerves. But he takes it, and takes a healthy mouthful of it, and when he swallows he feels fortified. Enough that he can say, with something of his former flippancy: ]

Apologies for that shameful display. Simply was caught quite off-guard.

[ And then he looks up uncertainly, and says - ]

She's my...sister, by the way. Nadine. Just if you were curious. [ A beat, then a shrug. ] Not that you have any reason to be. Like you said.

[baguablade]

Guess if you're in it day in and day out.

[ Cain can't imagine it being pleasant, or even unpleasant, but then again, he goes for the whole lack of armor style. Whatever works, different strokes and all, and he's certainly not going to argue with someone like Siegfried about something that very much does work if the handful of tales (gossip. it was gossip) he's heard of Siegfried's renown are even half true.

Though they really should work on that thumbs up, just seeing it is making Cain feel a little depressed.

He turns down one of the streets towards a bustle of activity, shopfronts lined with bright clothing and brighter signs. ]

A change of pace every now and then isn't bad, though. You've gotta be flexible, sometimes.

[badgerlock]

[Fitz seems generally unimpressed; he takes his sword belt and adjusts it. It's impossible to tell what it says, now.]

I can't say. Are you a tailor?

[And then Fitz stops, and raises an eyebrow.]

What is a true dragon? Are there false ones?

@duo

[emblazes]

[Is that really accurate though? Heero probably shouldn't be used as an example of tolerance unless you're like....using superman as the subject? Something like that. Unfortunately, he can only vaguecringe at the visual presented by Duo (golf club + skull) -- but it's a thoughtful vaguecringe.

Moreover, he's not used to this kinda melee garbo. Find a guy you don't like and assault them, huh. He can't think of anyone he'd mess up just for the heck of it thus far -- even the orbiters, much as he's not sure about them. Of course, not everyone can be as peachy as Keith and, more than that, it's not that deep.]

Have you found any you don't like?

[If he weren't so taken by the technicalities of the underground, that could've been a challenge.]

[sanzohoshi]

What a pleasant sounding guy! I hope he hasn't made too bad of a first impression for us 'Sanzo's!

Still... If he's as powerful as me, fighting him should be the last thing anyone wants... [Last thing anyone needs is the two of them accidentally destroying the world or something, you know??]

But calling us both 'Sanzo' would get confusing, huh? Hmm. [She trails off with a thoughtful hum, then perks up] Oh, I know! Why don't you just call me "Sanzang"? If he was here first, he can use 'Sanzo,' and I'll go with this version!

[Sanzang tilts her head] And what should I call you?

[immeasurably]

You can always stop by if you need to. [ Or maybe they can hide on the roof.

...do they have roofs? ]

[flashystyle]

Oh, I can already tell. You are going to be end of my wallet.

[And that isn't such a terrible thing after all this somber talk, he thinks. As a matter of fact, Dorian winks before sauntering off to the bartender. After a few indecisive glance back towards Byelerly, he winds up returning with both their respective glasses well over the halfway mark.]

Top of the shelf, off the rocks, very old... and also very expensive, so let's consider this a special occasion. Your... welcoming party?

[likethelight]

[ Something—flickers a little in Allen's expression at that. Smiling fondly, yes, but perhaps a little ruefully at that. ]

Mn. [ Jerry always was, one of the busiest of all of them. But probably less so after Allen left. Not that it really mattered anymore now. ]

Everyone always was.

[baguablade]

[ Being on their way sounds great to Cain — unfortunately, from behind them, comes a shout: hey, where'd they go? A glance over his shoulder shows the man they're trying to escape searching through the crowd for them. Which means going forward, deeper into the room, is the only option left to them.

Except as Cain lets himself be dragged along, they're getting more and more stares. Which is strange. They're not doing anything, they're just walking through, he'd think the, ah, activities going on would be garnering much more attention.

Unless... It's the lack of activity that's sticking out. He grimaces a little. ]

Vane. [ Soft, said out the side of his mouth. ] We need to blend in.

[badgerlock]

Me?

[He shouldn't be surprised. There are only two people here. He feels that touch and inches closer and isn't sure why, except that it feels very good. On another day, he would think it was just a very well-done Skill suggestion, but no one here seems to have the Farseer magic, and so he doesn't even suspect such a thing.]

No one.

Not even fate followed me here, it seems.

[He saw the Fool. Asleep.

He presses his leg back, to find skin.]

And you?

[illuminescent]

I should hardly say no! What fun it could be, you and I!

[She says it so brightly, so honestly.]

[illuminescent]

Well.

I should very much care to help you, if you should need it.

[And she means it.]