❪ 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

[jettisons]

[Bellamy shrugs. He's innocent and not at all obnoxious!]

You asked for help, and I'm helping.

[obstinance]

[ sounds fake but okay, she'll roll with it. not without the proper griping first, evidently. ]

You asked to help, if I remember right.

[ semantics, but she's still going to point it out. ]

But I put myself in this position by accepting your help, so I can't really complain.

[ woe is her. ]

[vorrutyer]

Ooh.

[ He lifts an eyebrow. ]

How forward. You saucy little minx.

Jokes on you Ros Angel is way too embittered to be anything like Liz version 1.

[r3f4c70r3d]

[ Oh.

That's a little disappointing. Though Angel realizes a split second later that it's kinda messed up to be disappointed by this. But she had been hoping for this woman to be similar to her, back from the grave thanks to the Natha. She could contrast and compare, to use the information both for her own experiences and against Jack, whenever he woke (if he woke.) ]


You're not human?

[ She supposes when you wield awesome powers like time control people stop considering you as such. She knows Sirens weren't considered human, despite them all starting out that way. ]

4

[granularity]

She's shorter than most of the people here, but Sand's here looking for familiar faces and while they haven't worked together formally, he's seen files on her more than once. That's why he heads over and waves a hand in greeting before tilting his head in the semi-universal 'can we talk?' gesture.

[bruxisms]

I question whether it was truly the boar that murdered him, or the Lannister woman.

[ an instinctual response, as he cannot be sure what transpired. after all, he was at Dragonstone for most of that time. be that as it may, he is working hard to place the face of the man he is speaking to. he's certain that he must be Westerosi nobility, for no one else would speak to him quite so openly. yet, he does not quite make the connection to this man, and the half-mad turncloak that had turned up in his camp.

still, it will come to him. just give him a moment... ]

I suppose you think yourself clever, boy.

wow thank u

[reek]

[ He eyes her, suspicion and confusion both written plainly on his face. No matter what seems to have changed between him and Sansa, it doesn’t feel right to allow himself to be called her friend. He’s still done horrible things, and though she may offer him something akin to forgiveness and gratitude, he won't accept it. It doesn’t yet feel earned. ]

She and I have known one another for some time.

[ Long enough to recognize the differences between Sansa and Jean almost immediately. Jean speaks far too differently. It isn’t just the accent, but the tone. Sansa has said it herself: she’s a horrible liar, and Theon can’t see her capable of replicating something like that. Still, it's strange and almost off-putting, especially for a man who is driving himself half-mad over every little thing that throws him off or heightens his paranoia. He doesn't seem to trust what he's seeing. ]

I assume you've met. You look—very much alike.

[ Duh, Theon. Duh. ]

[awesomenesss]

[Andy, still thinking about sunglasses, has to backtrack through that to get to the real meaty parts. Castle, is where he starts. Holy crap. Then it's a negative, won't be, he will not own a castle, but he will own, which means own property, which is pretty cool. Maybe? Crap.

And then there's kingdom.]

You had a kingdom? Dude, that's insanely cool. I mean-- my Worship. [Abbreviated version of his showy bow from before.] That is insanely cool. And now you're in cogs neat-o, just like the rest of us!

[buildindreemz]

Hey, uh - you wanna help?

[ She indicates the sandy structures surrounding her. ]

[personalwar]

[ Of course Jack has asked himself if there was anything he could do to prevent all of this. Maybe if he'd paid a little more attention, maybe if he'd been a little more available, none of this would have happened. He can beat himself up about it all night and day, but when push comes to shove he knows that what Reaper has done is wrong, and that it's his responsibility to keep him in check.

The second that he begins to target people like Lena or Angela, if he does so, 76 won't hesitate to bring him down.

That laugh has only the barest hints of Gabriel left in it, but it still makes Jack's shoulders draw tight as he clenches his jaw. ]

You apparently wanted to. [ There must have been a reason that Talon had decided to target Katya Volskaya specifically. Russia may as well be a powder keg right now. Or it was, anyway. None of it matters that much anymore, does it? ]

[revlon]

[ She chuckles and touches her temple, where it's still a little pink from the cut she received upon landing. ]

Myself included. On all counts, really. She'd gotten me sorted before I went running off to help just as much. We're rather alike, your wife and I. I'm glad to have met her.

apologies for lateness! the plague ate me this week.

[invariances]

[ she watches the baton fly up into her opponent's hand, and she shouldn't take her eyes off of it but what the woman says next draws her curiosity. ]

...Dark Jedi? I thought the Jedi are on the side of the Light.

[ at least that's what she's always understood, from the myths she'd heard growing up on jakku. ]

[reek]

I suppose I do. But pig or Lannister, who it was that did it matters not to me.

[ Were they in Winterfell, Theon wouldn’t be difficult to place. He always took the judgmental stares of the Northerners and forced them to see him for what he was: not just a prisoner, not just Eddard Stark’s ward, but a Greyjoy. He hadn’t owned a single piece of clothing that wasn’t emblazoned with the golden kraken of his house. Here, all that marks him is his smirk and a dagger gifted to him by his sister.

Oh, and his low opinion of Robert, the man who aided in taking him from home so many years ago. He knew better than to speak ill of Robert beyond the occasional jape, not around the Starks, but Roberts is dead and none of them are so young and innocent any longer. ]

The slight wasn’t against you. You needn’t brood over it.

[ He truly is having too much fun with these tags now that they aren’t pinned to him. ]

omg r u d e

[invariances]

[ rey goes on the offensive, but it's strangely devoid of that pure fury she'd felt in the forest; her head is clear, reflexes attuned and sharp as they lock blades once more. she has learned a bit from him, despite her refusal of his offer to teach.

he predictably uses her momentum against her as he did their previous fight, and she catches herself — twists her body fluidly and strikes again, this time aiming at his shoulder. ]

[11calls]

I have a profession already, I'm just hoping that I'm going to find somewhere to use it. I'm a reporter back home.

[Which is actually something of a simplification but being as she already needs to explain what a podcast is back home with alarming regularity, so she can't imagine how it would go here. Being a reporter is more generic in that way.

And she nods, because it's already something that she's internalized, as much as she really hates the idea of hiding anything. Especially when she tends to be friends with a giant, glowing neon sign of skepticism.]

I didn't catch your name. I'm Alex.

[11calls]

[Nope, that doesn't sound familiar at all. Not even like the tiniest bit. Which of course is why Alex laughs.]

It's like they went to the same school of asshole. Next you'll be telling me that he has a presumed dead but kind of not really wife and an estranged child.

[11calls]

[Alex has decided that Prior is now her friend. She tends to decide this with alarming regularity, and of course her being someone's friend means that Alex cares about things like forcing people to eat, and things like life and death. Which is why she is concerned.

Also she definitely needs people here who aren't actively trying to make her feel like an idiot sometimes. So, yes, he's being kept.

But she laughs at the mention of the stickers being dramatic, and she nods furiously at that.]

Maybe because I don't know if I believe it or not yet? If you see me in a little while, it could be drastically different. And you missed some of the sillier ones earlier. But you look fine to me! Then again I'm from Seattle and am surrounded by my interns and friends I need to feed and water like plants sometimes.

[cykedelic]

[ A sigh of relief definitely follows that, simply because who even knows what the laws are here. ]

Well that saves me a job, but... it definitely is theirs then, huh?

[triplerose]

[ Oh. Loras hesitates, uncertain of what to do now. ]

Sorry - I thought perhaps - I ought to find my sister. [ And he'd hate to bore Willem, or make him rethink their budding friendship. ]

[uwe]

[ now that song will be stuck in my head whenever i tag this thread.

unfortunately, siegfried must bid farewell to his past as an anti-army noble phantasm, beginning with shedding his armor and actually acting like a human being. just not that human being, he thinks once more to himself, before finally tearing his eyes off the old man. ]

Color? [ well, he's partial to... black. and really, just black. ] I don't know... Wouldn't that stand out too much?

[ how he could stand out more than he is already, who knows. ]

[cykedelic]

That was supposed to be teasing. [ Don't be a grouch. Besides, she stops in the middle of the street now, squinting at a sign that seems to be lit up with an arrow pointing to the back. ]

Now you're the expert on this, is this what we're looking for?

[ Why is she still here with him tbh. ]

[cykedelic]

Nooooooooo! I've been doing it wrong this whole time?!

[ What an overdramatic response. ]

How often should I be doing it then?

[greyate]

[ Her brow creases at that, ]

"Xena"? Is that like, what's it called, Xanadu?

[ Because there's no way she's breaking out into song, okay. She also doesn't want to think about going in a hole in the floor or having to go outside every time she needs to use it. Modern advances have certainly spoiled her rotten. ]

[meinwaifu]

Fufu, I'm sure it wouldn't be! But then, perhaps it won't be the first time you've heard this either: but you should be more careful with an ability like that. You never know what sort of things you might hear that others would very much like to keep hidden.

[He leans down closer, as if to put himself on eye level with her despite still keeping a bit of distance.]

Nor the lengths they might go to ensure those hidden thoughts remain secret.

[Though he's very much presenting this more as a threat than a warning, the ever increasing excitement hidden in the edge of his words is still very much present, as if he were only teasing her to get a reaction.]

[buildindreemz]

[ Uh - what? Wow. Ariadne blinks, then laughs again. ]

No, actually, his wife is really dead, and he wasn't estranged from his kids so much as - forced to leave them because... the cops thought he'd killed her. ...Long story.