❪ 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

[rhygret]

[ Tell him that and watch Rhys literally melt into a puddle of fanboy, jesus. Even the headtilt is cool, because it means Zer0 is not only looking at him, he is paying attention.

Thank god for the end of the known universe??? ]

N, nervous? Me?? Noooooho-hkkk--

[ okay so he may have just inhaled a little of his own saliva, give him a moment to caught and clear his throat and then try to continue on wheezily like nothing happened there ]

I'm--great. Never better!

[vorrutyer]

[ There's just a little twitch of his lips - frustrated, disapproving, disappointed - before he arranges his face once more in an expression of irony and mockery. Eyebrows raised, eyes hooded, mouth curled up just a touch. ]

Why, I intend to spend it largely naked. I'm a truly fortunate man.

[rhygret]

A couple centuries ago sure, but big business threw all those out when they became too rich and powerful for a bunch of people whose only real threat was pushing around a bunch of paper. Like, come on. You're never going to get anything done like that.

[ Unfortunately the people who wound up taking over and staking out their own territories happened to be weapons' manufacturers so you can imagine how that went. ]

[rhygret]

[ It's okay Rosalind. The mystery shall be revealed shortly if Rhys ever remembers to get around to it. ]

Yeah. You seemed really interested in my tech and you talk sort of like a...scientist or doctor? I thought maybe that'd be in your profile.

[rhygret]

[ Rhys totally almost never does that on purpose ]

Well...okay they can say that but they clearly have no idea what they're talking about. Chugging a bunch of alcohol that tastes like carpet cleaner isn't something to be proud of. You want to be classy with your drinks.

[rhygret]

It's called common decency.

...It didn't exist back home or anything but if they're backwards enough here to have a system of government, why not that too?

[ This logic is flawless and makes Perfect Sense. Clearly if the default solution isn't to rob and murder each other talking is a thing that works! ]

[rhygret]

[ Not everyone has super vampire strength okay Crowley stop judging. Some people are weak even by human standards ]

W-what the hell man.... You're just crazy-strong!

[ Rhys coughs and wheezes as he pushes himself up out of the sand and sends a glare back over his shoulder. ]

[nineteenfortyfive]

[He answers her question anyway. Awkward thing, this one.]

Well, Willem, it's a pleasure to meet you. I'm Claire. You're all done. You won't be turning into a lobster today.

[Her own joke. God only knows if lobsters are universal.]

[ofobedience]

[It's nicely done, if nothing else, nimble and quick, the way his opponent slips away from him, and Giovanni flashes another smile full of razorblade teeth. Evidently, he's already enjoying himself.

And he's ready, when the attack comes, doesn't bother holding back on the speed this time, moves instead with inhumanly fluid grace, ducks and spins away from that swift-descending fist until he stands behind his fellow refugee, aims a kick at the small of his back.]

[priorly]

Debatably so, if the sight of you undressed is enough to terrify your enemies.

[No, he doesn't miss the fraction of an honest response, and yes, he knows. It doesn't change a thing. He's not ready to throw himself behind anyone's protection with nothing to offer in return - least of all someone he likes. Byerly is not the only one capable of strapping on a smile in avoidance of the point.]

[rhygret]

What--no I've got sunscreen. It took a while to get it on and I might've missed a few places but that's--look that's not the issue here.

[ Rhys pinches the bridge of his nose and sighs, shaking his head. ]

Are you...like some sort of alien or something?

[ He talks like Rhys would imagine an alien in the movies talks like so it's worth a short right? ]

[beknight]

[ It's a thread to tug on for another day. There's the metahumans under Luthor's notice, and several others neither of them know about. Cassie can tell him some of it — the rest, well. It's not like he's going to know from looking at those sleeping faces in the pods. ]

How long have you been active?

[immeasurably]

I got the impression he was making things up as he went along. [ David confides.

Still, he doesn't disagree with what Charles is saying either; he, himself, having been pulled into the Astral Plane himself once and very nearly stranded there. ]

Happens a lot, I'm sure. It's not like people are very forthcoming about what they can do, if they're even aware of it. Not like they're given much reason to be, either.

[underwhelms]

Oh.

[ He rubs a hand over his chin, trying to imagine what that must feel like. Though Athena didn't say that she could feel their emotions, just hear them, not that negates how influential they can be. JJ works with music after all, he knows firsthand the effect that music can have on a person's emotions. ]

So... is that why you started crying? Because you could hear what I was feeling?

[ And despite how personal those emotions were, he doesn't seem necessarily embarrassed that she could tell that he was upset. ]

[tricksune]

[ It's too sparse a story to draw a good conclusion—a strange, inhuman woman with a nose that's just for show, blowing up robots or computers or such—and not enough to seem ominous (besides memories of a particular Palace, of robots being run off a treadmill and to their deaths). It's hard to see how all the points relate to each other.

Naturally, it means he has more questions, though he bites them back for a second. ]

It's true that there are moments where one can't afford to waste any time.

[ Really, he's just waxing philosophical over street noodles, though Yusuke sounds serious enough about it because that's just how he is. ] But acting mindlessly and without reflection would be machine-like too.

[vorrutyer]

[ He looks down and addresses his crotch with a fond sigh. ]

Dear little tentacle.

[ Then, with a wry smile, he looks up and settles back. ]

The Empress is quite the hedonist, they say.

[vorrutyer]

[ With a tiny quirk of his eyebrow - though he follows willingly. ]

How kind of you. Unless you're expecting I'll buy you a drink in thanks, in which case: how scheming of you.

[vorrutyer]

[ He points at her. ]

Thieves guild counts as an organization. You were part of the system. Respectable.

[illuminating]

[With a satisfied (all right, so… it's probably temporary) huff, You having reached over to scratch into her fur, she moves to sit. And soon, she's slouching, ears nearly flopping to the sides—they're at least wobbling with her new friend's scritches, and she's got that perfectly, dopey, content look on her face, eyes going all soft.

When it seems You might quit, she murrs into the start of a whine, and tilts against her, raising a single paw in pleading fashion.]

[granularity]

[ The way he leans back with a low sigh says, oh, this is going to be complicated. ]

Okay, I started in the 40s, helping Wesley Dodds, the original Sandman. I was 'Sandy the Golden Boy' if you can believe that, ridiculous bright outfit and everything. First kid sidekick. It was great. Then there was the war, then we got home, and then one of Wesley's experiments exploded and turned me into a giant rock monster.

[ Sip. ]

He puts me out, puts me in a glass tube of a cage, and it's about fifty years before I end up coming out of it because some seismic activity in New York was nasty enough to break me out of the sleep gas he'd used.

I get out, I start trying to absorb the quake, annnnd pretty much the entire Justice Society and the Justice League comes after me. Great first impression I made, backhanding that other version of you out of the air.

[ He shakes his head. ]

By the time my voice is working again, I explain and then Wes... well, Wes feels awful leaving me in there the whole time, since he hadn't realized I was myself just, uh... well, initially I was kind of hurting so I screamed. And when you're a giant rock monster, that sounds a lot like roaring?

It was a mess.

[ He leans back into his chair a little and looks over at Bruce ]

Long story short, it took a few more years to look like me again, and then I was 14 again, and then took a little time growing up. When Wes disappeared a few years ago, I took over the mantle and I've been the Sandman for about ten years now.

[jettisons]

And you're digging into something people might not want you to know.

[granularity]

Short for Sanderson. I've been Sandy for longer than I've been sand.

[ He shrugs. ]

My life's a joke. Nothing I can do about it.

[poolhall_killer]

Yes, I did it myself. It took over a year of practice to get it the way I wanted.

[And some magic adjustments here and there.]

Is it that impressive? I've... never thought about doing it for a living.

[daemonized]

[Where her smile falters, his only grows wider. He waits in that precarious moment where she decides whether or not she wants to adhere to his request, knowing that it’s hardly any skin off of his own back if she declines.

But there it is, her asking him nicely — strained, yes, but asking regardless. It’s all he needed, to make it clear that he’ll not jump through hoops just because she’s curious.]

Well, since you asked—

[He shifts the umbrella off of his shoulder, closing it with a snap. In that one flourish of movement, something in the air shifts — barely noticeable, there for a millisecond at best, and when he drops the tip of the item into the sand, the appearance that makes up Ardyn Izunia is gone. Who stands there instead is an older man, in regal raiments, dressed in black. King Regis, a face whom she would recognize from the station. Sleeping peacefully in a pod, though he seems to stand before her now, shoes in the sand, smile twisted into something that is… very much Ardyn.

His voice even sounds different.]

Mayhaps you’d like audience with the late King, instead?

[obstinance]

Point taken.

[ never mind that she can literally shapeshift to avoid that particular dilemma. she has an inkling bellamy would find a way of debating that point if she even tried to mention.

the main point she's taking out of this isn't the threat to her safety, but one glaringly obvious fact. ]

I'm convinced you're too stubborn to stay behind, no matter what I say.

[ pot, meet kettle. on the other hand, she doesn't sound too fussed about his insistence. ]