❪ 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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[kimaris]

[ Please teach Gaelio how to make grids so that I can pretend like I'm not learning as well. ]

Is that right? [ That sounds... worse. If this is the kind of life you live, kiddo, what kind of stories do you get?? ] There are more than just this Leviathan?

this thread i can't even

[drinkupmehearties]

[ The oh-so-proud posture of his wavers, just a touch, and the corner of his mouth twitches with a hint of flat irritation. ]

Not certain how many more ways I could plainly put it, but that ain't my name. I've never even heard of the man. [ How could anyone ever confuse him with someone else?? He's Captain Jack Sparrow. He's unmistakable.

Jack squints at him again, considering. ] As it happens, incidentally and wholly unrelated to that, I've heard tell by some that standin' out in the sun for too long, particularly for [ a small wave at Rick ] someone ... like yourself ... can take a toll on a man's mind. Perhaps it'd be better for you to find a bit of shade? Somewhere to sit?

[ He's settled on crazy old man who's had too much sun. Yep. ]

[kimaris]

[ It might be fun to hit a couple of humans?? Gaelio's hit all of the ones he wants to hit though. That deep meaning.

He's walking forward and dropping his hands onto his shoulders. ]

Are you ready?

[ It could be a way to get aggression out. It's satisfying, striking a fruit and seeing the aftermath. He's pretty sure that's just human nature. Very much a you did that sort of thing.

If Hush gives him the yes, he's going to start spinning him. ]

1/2

[ask]

[ as usual, rai doesn't comprehend the weight of his own statements. or how much they seem to terrorize frankenstein on some vague, ambiguous level. if anything, he thought his own remarks to be clear. the "👅." he presumes everything hinged on this "👅," as the whole menu appeared to center and cater around this mysterious existence. it's not an implication to a flavor he understands, but that mystique was precisely the appeal. the part of a very human experience.

hence, he doesn't actually know what to expect. that is, other than what the couples have lined up. but even that wasn't completely telling of what "👅" was. after all who was to state that it was a physical substance? something easily seen and defined with the eyes. perhaps it was deeper. more spiritual. humans have been known to believe and bend in the will of gods and other similar conventions. it wouldn't be surprising to hear that "👅" was actually far more profound than either of them had expected.

he wonders if there was an etiquette for this beyond just eating it, but he supposes for whatever gaps he had frankenstein would be there to fill them in. however when frankenstein returns, he is not met with understanding, but with— ] ... [ with four parfaits?? rai stares down at them. each individual one. he takes perfect care in looking them over. then once more his eyes gaze over to a nearby couple. one parfait.

he looks back to their table.

four parfaits stare back at him. ]

[ask]

[ ...



ah. this must have been a challenge. a display at his own capabilities. of how far he could go. he gives a quiet smirk of confidence. ] I understand. [ no, he actually doesn't. he doesn't AT!! ALL!! but, with his napkin already around his neck, he seems to wait for frankenstein to pick up...


his parfait spoon. :yeah: ]

[ask]

[ he wonders if it appears that way. if being incapable of finding sustenance from it, the same as not truly having seen one? perhaps. perhaps that argument could be made. it's why rai seems thoughtful for some time, before he decides to give a shake of his head. no wasted movement in it and he moves to speak: ] I have.

I was surprised to see it here. [ they had stated there would be areas of cohesion. things that they had saved. things that the being known as "darma" had found the power to save. to believe bananas had made this cut. ]

Are you an expert?

[beknight]

Don't worry, the Orbiters keep that room safe. No one tries anything.

[ He's considered it himself — plenty of people he wouldn't shed tears over if they didn't wake up. Darma protects that room, and it's not wise to tangle with the Natha. ]

I'd be happy to come with you. Do you need a hand with your armour?

[ask]

[ worried about his house.

there's a far assumption there. but, rai also doesn't move to really correct it. he supposes from bakugou's perspective it could be seen as that. an intrusive interest in his home. rather than... rai simply being lost. it puts him in a bit of a bind. but, there is one thing he also captures from this conversation. ] Is there a problem with your home?

[worldlyafflictions]

((continued))

[veneries]

[As if to a small child-] She's not in King's Landing now, is she?

[Sansa has seen him dead, Ramsay knows. He thinks he knows her well enough to guess that she'd speak to Theon about it- but if Robb won't speak to the man, perhaps he's kept his sister from him too.

Satisfied that the edge of the knife is sharp, he spins it in his fingers. Perhaps just playing with it, perhaps threatening. There's no threat in his voice.]

But I know you wouldn't lie about that, Theon. Not to me.

[ask]

[ would it be normal to say exposure to humanity? he isn't technically used to it, maybe. his years of slumber sort of ensured that divide, but it is is definitely what he had became curious for. what he's always wanted to know when he spent his decades staring out the window of his mansion. what he... intrinsically loved and was meant to protect. it's why steadily, he seems to ponder on his own words. he supposed he never did hold back on his intentions. whether people believed him or not.

instead, quietly: ] Humans.

[ask]

[ this was similar to the punishment games he had played with the children of ye ran. they had been merciless in killing him in a virtual realm, and even outside of that, just as brutal in rock, paper, scissors. this water bashing seemed to utilize a different type of shame inducing something, but...

it's something rai decides to take with grace. when his shirt is lifted, he simply ... takes it.

but, then he slowly registers mikazuki's words? ] Hit? [ ...

does he want to hit him? is this also a part of it? rai seems to deliberate over this. then, he carefully opens his hand and holds it out. is he getting a spank on the wrist or? isn't that how it usually was with shinwoo? ]

[offtune]

[ her fingers curl into her hair, grasping at the locks of artificial hair. in any other circumstance, she might have noted that the strands feel too eerily human, too soft, but she can't focus on that.

while a2 considers this a study of the woman body, zero sees this as a rare time where another person is making a goal out of pleasing her. it's... different. zero has long made sex a primal, selfish thing for herself, as that is the only thing she's ever known. so it's strange that a2 is taking her time in ensuring that she gets off. she feels earnestness in the way her tongue feels her.

and zero responds in kind. her fingers curl tighter around her hair as she's stretched further by woman below her. she's begun a rhythm with her hips; every time a2 buries her fingers in her, she'd arch her hips to meet her in the middle. the pleasure is intensified by the light graze of her teeth.

it nearly sends her over the edge; her entire body shudders as she moans yes, yes, please—

it won't be long until she climaxes, and zero encourages her to get rougher, even as she squirms against her. ]

[kimaris]

They're a thing long lost to history.

[ Once upon a time they existed and the idea of a knight exists, but there are none who actually fit the bill. Officially, anyway. Gaelio's running the tip of his finger around the rim of his cup thoughtfully. ]

The concept exists, but not in the way you describe. Still, I'm certain you'll be able to find similar work.

[serve]

[ Thankfully, no he doesn't expect Rai to actually eat all of the parfaits. Not that he would stop him if that's what he wanted to do. ]

Ah... I thought it might be fun for you to experience all of their more popular flavors, master. [ Yes, that's it. Not that he panicked and didn't know which one to actually pick.

He clears his throat, picking up his parfait spoon. ] If you do not wish to, I would be happy to return all but the one you want. [ Flawless plan. ]

[ask]

[ wise words.

somehow, it's profound enough where rai feels the edges of his lips curve into a small arc. a brief hint of a smile. yes, people cannot control how they feel. it's often why they had made errors in their history. time and time again. yet, there was still something charming about their emotions. about the way they never forfeit themselves completely to the times, or even in the face of strength. humans were constantly improving themselves.

... and their dishes. their ramen. even in a place like this these facts are clear. not all of the beings here that exist are simply human, but there's still something about them that he feels he can truly feel compassion for. though whether this is also built i him, he isn't completely certain. at any rate— ] You are correct.

[ with that said, he looks over to this thoughtful gentleman. ] Kimchi or pickled radish?

[tzaraisen]

[ Not too long, but perhaps long enough to have already done some damage. Finally, he stands, reaches into the small bag next to him (holding a few more books), and hands her the bottle of sunscreen. ]

Here, girl.

[ He cares... in his own way. ]

[tzaraisen]

[ He didn't know this person was this sheltered. Not knowing the ocean was one thing, but not knowing what a jellyfish was? ]

It is... an animal. An invertebrate, to be more specific. Much like the name suggests, their bodies are translucent, which makes them difficult to differentiate from the water.

But most importantly, they love warm waters such as these, and pose a threat to swimmers, as they pack a very painful sting.

[ofobedience]

Most of it, I expect.

[Which...is likely to be a confusing statement, considering that there doesn't appear to be so much as a mark on him.]

[ofobedience]

A title, is it?

[And there's the wry slant of his smile, as though he's not quite sure what sort of title would befit the other Sanzo he knows. Best, then, to ask.]

If I may, what kind of are we talking about? What did you have to do in order to obtain it, if it isn't just given out to anyone?

[And he will at least acknowledge the slight alteration made to her name--]

And Sanzang it is, if you like. Though were I you, I wouldn't give up my name for some guy I'd never even met.

quality 6 am tag

[tzaraisen]

[ Well he accepts the hat, but doesn't understand why?! ]

Me?! Why am I the one trying on clothing, Siegfried, you are the one that needs it! [ HE HAS BEACHWEAR... DONT BE WEIRD ]

[inaurare]

I haven't heard of these.

[some animals he has heard of by description - large maned cats, leathery creatures with long noses and large ears and tall as houses (so he has been told). But sea creatures are a bit beyond his realm of knowledge, unless they brought to Ivore for food. Or unless they happen to find their way far inland]

But I shall be careful.

[and... stepping out of the surf a little]

Do they come far into the shallows, these jelly-fish?

[laveers]

No, but we are still here. What is dead may never die.

[ It's in their nature to rule the waves, wherever they are. To swim in the deepest of waters, to rise again if sunk below the sea. ]

[ask]

No. [ he looks back down with determined eyes. ] There's no need for that.

[ besides, returning it may as well have been an insult for those who have painstakingly created this. it appeared to be stacked with care. he does not know for what purpose, but he decides he would not squander away those efforts. once he sees frankenstein pick up the silver spoon— silver, truly reminiscent of their olden day struggles— he closes his eyes.

copying the couples around him. he opens his mouth, just slightly. ]

[courtintrigue]

Ah.

[ Her lips compress for a split second. Her instinct is to bristle a bit, as though somehow offended that she could be a mother and not seem motherly, but that reaction is unfounded and she knows it. She is not -- not by any means -- the expected picture of a mother and would probably be no closer to it after having a child born with old god's soul.

She never even truly wished to be a mother. It was just what needed to be done. ]

No. I have just recently learned of this possibility. Has this happened to you as well, learning of... other versions of yourself?