❪ 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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Cassian Andor | Star Wars

[jeronimo]

The Pits
[Cassian usually does his best to duck out before the fighting happens or get the drop on his enemies, but he is a skilled combatant and well trained in war-time fighting styles. Most of which were slightly less than honorable.

He has already taken on two fights to earn some silver, and for his efforts wears a few new bruises. The knife tucked in his boot has not yet been touched despite having one drawn on him in the last fight. The other man had gone down with a hard slam of Cassian's foot into the back of his knee.

Now he's leaning against a wall, holding a rag to his split lip and watching the current fight. He needs a breather, and watching is letting him take in the fighting styles of those currently participating.

When someone moves to stand next to him, he steps to one side enough to keep an easy distance between them, but doesn't take his eyes off the fight.]

She's going to go for the throat if he keeps raising his chin like that.

(Some other options)

Continuation: Jyn

[jeronimo]

[He leans in, listening to her as he studies the map carefully, tracing paths through the pods, and walking himself mentally through the map. He's glad she already started. Even if he plans on doing his own version, this is more helpful than anything another person could likely offer him, paired with the fact he trusts this information from her.

He makes note of the letters, trying to interpret her system, and without touching her map, pulls a pen out of his pocket and slides his sleeve up to jot a few arrows with dashed counters on the side of his arm.]

It's good work. You've kept busy. [He's impressed, not because he expects less, but because most people who were not them, thrown into a situation like this, wouldn't right themselves well enough so quickly. At least he assumes as much. But they're survivors. They're used to having to land on their feet, running.]

Before I woke up, I was in a simulation. I thought I belonged here. [There's still an edge in the paranoid sectors of his mind, which are most of them, that wonders if this is real. Or if he can trust that anything is, after how real and true everything in the simulation had felt. Which life was his life and where did reality start and programming end?]

Do you know anything about those? I assume that was my first glimpse of where we're headed.

You Watanabe

[panzersoldat]

[ moved from here ]

Thank you, young miss. I don't mind the hard work. Keeps me out of trouble. I'll still be here when you get back.

[ He doesn't mean to be intimidating. Especially not to someone, that to him, looks like a little girl. He doesn't want to scare her or anything so he keeps right on smiling at her. And since he's trying hard not to be that big scary old guy, he'll even sing a bit as he's washing the dishes.

Probably a mistake, because the German can't really sing all that well (he'd tone deaf from one to many blows to the head) and the only songs he really knows are the delightful works of Hasselhoff. So she'll get the world's worst rendition of True Survivor if she stays long enough.]

[veneries]

[ ... ]

Anticipating a sudden betrayal by the Natha, then. To leave us here without food or resources. [Look, he doesn't sound like he's mocking you with that lovely calm tone and sweet smile, but he totally is. Crazy hobo man.]

Vorrutyer

[heraldsdawn]

[ Well, he could always be childish and kick the thing over. He did it once so the enemy wouldn't claim his base of operations he'll do it again.

Still, he has to give this man the biggest eyebrow raise as he reflects Lavellan's previous displeased smile from earlier.

And yes, he's sure he's met Dorian's alter ego. Except this time around he wasn't finding it all too charming. There's a purse of his lips but he just shrugs. Two could play this game of wills. ]

Senren Lavellan. So, you normally just go around and see if you can get a rise out of people?

Can't say I think that's smart but to each their own I guess.

[politrick]

[There's nothing Merlin doesn't want anyone nosing through, so he loiters where he is close to the front of the house. Yep, this is his stuff all over...]

Not unless they need it. [He says it like it's a joke, but here they are.] Usually I'm in the business of giving someone else his own clothes.

[A beat.] I'm the king's servant. Back home.

► SIDURGU

[sadustic]

[ It's plain Sid is not a stranger to combat - he recovers quickly and fires off a retaliating knee with admirable speed, certainly quickly enough to land a solid blow to Sadu's shoulder as she ducks instinctively, staggering a bit to regain her footing instead of toppling sideways.

Rather than backing off to reassess an angle of attack however, she immediately swoops in to attempt to take advantage of his balance, putting all of her weight behind a blow aimed squarely at his solarplexus. ]

[ayes]

[Given how rude the man has been, You can't help but feel a little sort of schaudenfreude at the expression he makes, but to his credit, he does down them.] Aha, I thought you'd like it! They're my dad's recipe! So don't call it "greenlander" food, since he's a great ship captain! [Sadly, she isn't the Captain Watanabe in question. Yet.] The ones that aren't red aren't as spicy, but they're all just as good, I guarantee it! You can have the whole plate if you want.

[veneries]

Not exactly, no. [But he's smiling too, so it must be fine.]

Is it like the ship we awoke on? The kind that sits up in nothingness above the land?

the man she's most assuredly gonna step on;

[originallutece]

[And i'm just gonna slide this your way, just in case

But truth be told, while she's not quite so vitriolic towards children, that's not so far off from her own viewpoints. Which presents a bit of a problem, but she'll not get into that with him (or anyone, frankly). At present, all it means is that for the moment, she finds herself tipping her head in silent agreement.

But! She does so love to argue, so:]

Procreation isn't always a necessary part of a relationship, you realize. Immensely pressured, yes, but somehow I doubt you're the sort to give into societal pressures.

james potter | ota

[heorot]

TRAVEL LIGHT

[ it takes him a bit before he finally goes through. a couple of days that he spends with lily, still up on the ship, away from anyone and everyone and just being. they haven’t found harry, they haven’t found his pod, but they’re both a little more comfortable in everything. comfortable enough that he’s able to convince her that exploring the planet, down where everyone else seemed to be going, was worth it.

he watches a few people go through first - figures out the trick pretty early and then works to get lily down through the descent first. once he sends off his wife, he turns to the closest experienced traveler he can find, shooting them an easy smile as he holds out his hand. ]

Little help? [ he’s charming, okay. he’s not worried about finding someone to help him. ] Or you could just hold my hand. Either way.

FIONA CAVE

BEACH PARTY: 1.[ james likes parties. james thrives in parties. he gravitates towards it whether he knows it’s happening or not. he finds out about the party fairly soon after he makes it onto the planet, and without hesitating the least, pushing off towards the beach and the ocean and the chance to relax. he gets a swimsuit of some kind in the vendors, grabs some of the food passed out, and is down with the crowd as soon as he can.

granted, he’s not actually sure what it is he’s grabbed, which is where he finds himself now - leaning up against some kind of table and staring at the snack. it looks good, it smells good, and he’s definitely going to eat it. he just…wants an idea of what it is, too. ]

Oi- [ he turns it over in his hands before holding it out. ] Do you have any idea what this is?


BENEATH THE SURFACE: 2.
[ and, of course, there’s the adventure. there’s mention of a ship, right off the coast, if you could find a boat and make your way out there. which means that not only is it an adventure, but it’s a challenge. james does well with both, funnily enough, and within the next hour he’s got the equipment and the boat and is leaving the dock in search of this crazy, wonderful, exciting sunken ship.

it feels right to come out here. it feels good to be on a mission like this. there were rumors about the kinds of treasures they could find down there, and james feels awake, buzzing right under his skin. there’s something out here, and he’s excited to find it. it feels good, it feels familiar, it feels like james.

they get out to the spot, suit up, makes the plan. he’s sitting on the edge with the gear attached. he knows, in the back of his head, that given the time to practice he could have pulled together the scuba-spell. but also, there’s the issue of the other muggles. of not necessarily wanting to totally out the rest of the wizards here if he doesn’t have to.

will he cast it on himself if he’s got a second alone, for sure. just in case the gear doesn’t work. but if he doesn’t get that chance? well. they’ll just have to get after it. ]

Ready? [ he grins, bright and alive, before nodding. ] Then lets go. [ and then he drops back, right into the water. to the treasure. ]

WILDCARD

[ i’d be down for just about anything! so toss me some stuff and i’ll run with it, or message me over at disarmingly ]

home sweet home

[deathstiny]

[Fortunately, Wrathion looks just as displeased. He had been on his way away from the group in an attempt to avoid conversation about his own nametag -- but, like her, he knows the value of making friends. And it was easier to explain away a nametag than it was to spurn an honest introduction.

At least, he thinks it is honest, until he spots her nametag.

His own fills in the blanks with Wrathion, #112, and a black dragon, untrustworthy, and prone to anger.]

Oh, life with magic is just full of surprises, isn't it?

[Hey, that 'prone to anger' fact seems to be true.]

Not to worry, Lady Tyrell. I like to imagine there are few truly altruistic people in this world.

Ariadne

[heraldsdawn]

It is. This is Skyhold. The keep my organization and I found and used as our stronghold.

[ He grabs a bit more sand smoothing out an edge on the bridge ever so slightly. He wanted it to look just right. ]

I honestly couldn't believe someone would just leave such a place unattended for so long. We had a lot of luck in finding it.

[politrick]

You know, it's odd that someone else lost all their jewels in the exact same spot you did.

[He's just saying. He doesn't move to duck back under the water, but he doesn't move to do anything else, either. He's just floating out here, looking at Wrathion, considering.]

I suppose we're both lucky I don't much care where these things wind up. [And now he will pop down to see what else he can find, there he goes.]

[ayes]

Hmmm... [You takes a moment to think about that.] If you've got them sealed off from the air, they'll keep for probably three days-ish? Any longer than that and you're pushing it.

[She dumps the noodles on her grill and squirts some sauce and oil on top of them, letting them sizzle before grabbing a carrot and starting to slice it into bitty pieces.] Next, you add the veggies! If you're new, you'll probably wanna cut them all up beforehand, or else your noodles'll start to burn. [She, though, is chopping that carrot like a pro.]

[veneries]

[A hard pull will remove Ramsay's hand from his neck. A struggle will just draw attention Ramsay doesn't need right now.]

I know there are others here from Winterfell. Have they- surely one of them will have told you that you were there. [It would be cruel for them not to have, his tone suggests.

Sansa will know he was there; she remembered him, up on the ship. The fear in her eyes had been what he'd expected. But would she want to discuss her marriage with Theon? What would she do in finding that his memories were different? His bitch of a wife could ruin all his work.]

[11calls]

I'm a huge fan of pasteries, so that works for me.

[Despite not knowing what at least one of those words was (other than a name, she guess?) Alex does accept the offer of his hand with one of her own, and a smile to go with it. Pleased that he's at least ignoring her namebage for the moment she adds:]

I'm Alex. Alex Reagan.

► ALLEN

[sadustic]

[ He's got spirit, she'll give him that. Another mark in his favour to tick off mentally as she saunters into the ring of bodies with all the bravado of a heavyweight boxing champion.
The Khatun tightens the leather straps decorating her wrists with a smoothness born of long practice, never once allowing her eyes to stray from Allen's face. ]

Words matter little here. Names will wait until one of us claims victory.

[ A philosophy that not a lot of people seem to subscribe to, apparently. What's the point of making niceties immediately before a fight? Better to go in as strangers, and come out the other side bloodied and bruised but with a better understanding of how a person ticks. It's not uncommon on the Steppe to make friends with a wrestling opponent if one side impresses the other regardless of who wins.

But I digress. Sadu herself crouches ever so slightly, widening her posture and raising her hands with fingers spread and curled inwards like claws - a wrestling stance if ever there was one. ]

Come, test your mettle.

Reaper

[heraldsdawn]

[ The thing is, Lavellan has dealt with his fair share of intimidating people. People who've threatened to kill him or have down monstrously horrible things. And while he knows that at points there were times he was afraid of getting out alive he never would give into it.

This is one of those times where his bravery wouldn't falter. Despite the man towering over him and pushing into his space, his fingers are already on his staff. The intense look (if the one behind the mask was giving him one) is met with the same amount of fire. He doesn't shrink away, he just stands his ground and tilts his head.]

If that's a threat of physical violence I'm afraid you'll have to get in line. I've heard it all before and it still keeps getting old.

[ There's a pause before he moves on; ]

You're free to keep the mask on but If you try anything it won't end well for you, I can promise you that much.

[panzersoldat]

[ continuing from here ]

[ Reinhardt takes stock of the young man that enters the ring with him and immediately he feels like demanding some sort of explanation for this. This has to be some cruel joke. While he knows and indeed has had his block knocked off by people half his height, this young man... he looks like a strong wind could blow him over. He looks like he could use 1 or 2 or 10000 good meals.

His knightly morals rage at the indignity of it. Even more when he hears the lad's title. Exorcist. Like a priest? While Reinhardt wasn't religious in any real way, he knows it's wrong to hurt a priest. This is just getting worse and worse, even as Allen holds that hand out to him to shake.

His frown is pulled so far down that it really shows his age. He seems older and more tired than before Allen walks into the ring and he reaches to take that hand and bends low to try and whisper at him as much as possible. His heart just can't let him bully some small priest boy.]

I know you must be desperate to step in here with me...but you don't have to do this. I know it's a lot of money, but it's not worth your life. As a knight, if you do this, I can't back down. I must fight you with all my strength. But as a knight, know that I would rather not. It's unfair.

[ He can hear people on all sides already betting on "the geezer" to win and he sighs and lets go of Allen's hand to stand back and put himself in a boxing stance. ] But if we must, we must. Just don't tell me I didn't warn you. Your God will forgive me for punching a priest. So if you wish for this, come!

[ As a knight, he just can't take that first swing. ]

Sidurgu

[baguablade]

( from here )

[ Wait. Wait. This isn't a rescue...? He gives Sid a betrayed stare, needing another nudge before he starts walking, obviously reluctant to enter the ring. ]

Ehhh, but if you decided you didn't want to fight until later we could sneak away when they aren't looking?

[ From the scowl on Sid's face, the chances of that plan actually happening are rapidly dwindling, but still, Cain feels like he should at least suggest it. ]

Venom

[zephrah]

Some, yeah!

[ Keyleth shakes her bag gently, which jangles faintly with the amount of seashells contained within. ]

Not sure what I can do with them yet, they need to be cleaned up. But it's a pretty good beach for seashell hunting. You wanna look with me?

► ALISAIE

[sadustic]

[ GRUMBLE GRUMBLE GRUMBLE what's wrong with just having a yurt and moving whenever the fancy strikes? Staying in one place all the time is a poor way to avoid ambushes or a lack of immediately accessible resources.

Still, it's not like Sadu has a better plan. Her shoulders slump a little. ]

Tch. Very well, but I refuse to remain there once other options become available.

[deathstiny]

[Wrathion's expression becomes increasingly unimpressed the longer he stares, but once he is back underwater, he lets out a small chuckle. If he's still cooperating, he supposes he can forgive being found in a lie.

But he's definitely not going to admit it either way. And as long as they're laying everything on the table:]

So. You are a mage? Or simply born of magical blood?

[He'll wait until he has surfaced again to ask that question. He might be able to sense magic but -- well, he wasn't psychic. No way to tell its origin. Perhaps it was simply residue.

But he doubts it.]

[courageunforgotten]

In that case, I'll make sure to be careful. I wouldn't want that to happen.

[Is he being sincere? Who can really tell?]