❪ 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

[personalwar]

You have to get a hold of Ashti, captain of the guard. [ 76 pulls out his phone and sets it on the table. ] Easiest way is by phone, she keeps pretty busy.

[ She does her own patrols, and she's no doubt got plenty of responsibilities to keep her occupied, so tracking her down would take a while. ]

She's probably going to want you to demonstrate that you know how to handle yourself in a fight, though.

[ Reasonable, when they're supposed to bring in criminals. ]

[snailenvy]

I've heard that too many times to count. Not that I plan on it, I'm just saying.

[razzledazzles]

[God, he's a mess. Why would he advertise that he could hold his alcohol if this is what happens? Jae-Ha almost feels a little bad. He would have limited him more from the start if he knew.

But now, he has to shift to tug his robe up, scoop Chuuya into his arms, and somehow slip his knives back into his robe. Goodness. It takes some juggling.]

You're a handful. It's your tab, so I'll help myself. [To Chuuya's pocket... they can't leave without paying.]

[poolhall_killer]

"Hm?" Venom's eyes widen a bit at that statement. "Did you say you were a knight?" He had his fill of them back home, but maybe the older man's not as uptight as the High King. Or the Second King. And possibly the Third King.

[baguablade]

[ Monsters... something monstrous up on the space station. Hm. There's only so many things it can be, and Cain doubts that Gaelio's referring to the Orbiters, or even some of the people sleeping in stasis. Which leaves... ]

Ah, those giant metal golems?

[baguablade]

[ He can hear "Tani's" footsteps behind him, can feel his proximity, an awareness that has Cain sighing. He doesn't look back, not wanting to draw attention, but his shoulders do slump a little. Really, this is inconvenient, but he has to put up with it. There's a tacit threat between them — unless he wants to be caught, courtesy of Takasugi drawing attention to him.

He accedes to the inevitable with dry resignation. ]

The more the merrier, huh?

[ Well, maybe this'll turn out to be a help. Takasugi did save him from having to fight in the ring, kind of. ]

[panzersoldat]

[ He really appreciates it. The way the other man takes his hand and makes him feel that he's a little safer out here in the ocean. He squeezes the hand in thanks and shakes his head and tries to will himself calmer. He already knows that as soon as the rest of that custard if odd his chest, he'll be hurrying back to the shore. ]

All right. I trust you, my friend. I'm safe. Thank you. I owe you even more for this.

[heraldsdawn]

[ Oh Kiki, there's just something of a laugh as he reaches up and pats her on the shoulder. ]

I promise I won't.

[ In in earshot]

[sullenstallion]

[While he stands there in the water not looking at Reinhardt's chest (well, for the most part. That is a pretty big chest, so sometimes it's just there in his line of sight), he has a moment to think. Mostly, he asks himself two things. How did this bizarre chain of events leading to making a new friend even happen? And, secondly, 'am I blushing'? Because his face feels warm and he really doesn't want anyone to notice. Holding someone's hand is like third base for him.]

Yeah, yeah. I got you. And you don't owe me anything. This is just something one friend would do for another, right?

[heraldsdawn]

[ and she never will if he has anything to say about it. ]

I've never been one to turn down having more friends.

[ Talks of bags aside, he clutches onto Vex a little tighter because oh boy. This is pretty high up. He's never really flown before . He's fallen from giant strong holds into other dimensions, survived an avalanche and several assassination attempts. But he had yet to put flying on his list of things he'd do in his life time.

He doesn't catch the strange sound she makes because he's too preoccupied trying to keep his cool. Thankfully they're over water so it helps. At least if he falls he's not bound to break his neck. ]

Pick? Oh um, that way. [ As he points to the left of them off over the water. ]

[emblazes]

...What?!

[Of course he can't stop. Why would he take his eyes off of him? The second he does, the guy's gonna kick his jaw right off.]

Why would I-?!

[His words are coming out stiff...Dylas...stop making things Odd.]

And what are you concentrating on?

[Superpowers, he imagines...]

[emblazes]

[Keith: terrorist in training. It seems as though he and Duo have a few things to discuss -- but not here. Why did he ever suggest exploring this dingy place? It's...creepy. Tunnels leading to nowhere and such; he doesn't like the look of it, even if it's all been repurposed now.]

Yeah, makes sense.

[What they'd have to hide, though, does not. He's already been extra sketchy about this place, now the fight club's stoking that paranoia, weird. Avoiding the extra-sketchy crawlspaces, Keith eventually finds himself in a room no bigger than an average bathroom; it's empty, minus an overturned wooden box and an empty hook protruding from the wall around eye-level.]

What do you think of this place so far?

[Not the fight club, the planet.]

[ettersberg]

[ he's given her no reason to assume anything else. his age is not a secret, exactly, but it's one thing where old habits really do die hard. ]

I had noticed, yes. Especially there. [ he glances up, indicating the station as well. ] Some of it is quite useful, I'm sure.

[sullenstallion]

I'm trying to concentrate on kicking your ass, but you're staring too hard!

[It's making him uncomfortable. Monsters don't really look you in the eye when you fight them? So fighting someone who keeps watching him is sort of freaking him out a little.]

At least stare...softer! Yeah!

[Make it a fair fight, Keith, otherwise Dylas is going to stand there and blush forever.]

[flugels]

[ to this, lancelot only laughs lightly, saluting in return. from all he's seen of this man, he can easily assume that they would get along just fine. lancelot returns his attention on the map soon after, then tries to pinpoint exactly where the "x" is marking in terms of their voyage.

it's only then when he decides to look down at the waters below; its crystal clarity helps him see the alien fishes, but no sign of a wreckage even though they should be approaching it. ]

Haha, at the very least, it's a beautiful view.

[ he doesn't know how much cain paid for the map, but it's difficult for lancelot to see this as a loss regardless of what happens. just then, he sees something lurking from under the surface of the crystal-blue waters. ]

Cain— watch out!

[ it approaches too for either of them to prepare, but in an instant, a large snake-like creature attacks their boat, tipping it over from beneath. lancelot instinctively takes cain's arm as they tumble into the water. ]

[panzersoldat]

[ Reinhardt might tell this young man later that he'll never be able to meet his 'king' because Balderich was dead. Dead and sitting on the throne of Eichenwalde castle. Well, that and he wasn't really a king. It's what Reinhardt considered him. What most the Crusaders had. ]

THAT'S THE SPIRIT!

[It's as a knight that he's going to continue to fight Allen. He won't back down. He'll give his all just as much as the exorcist is. Nothing less will do. So he will collide at full speed into the little man. He's not rocket powered, but he's still very heavy and very large. But it's not just a tackle to try and pin the younger man. Along with the sudden crash, one of those huge hands ball into a fist to attempt a punch right into Allen's center.]

[defenses]

Eh? Really? I thought the second one had more sincerity, y'know? [ vane seems to genuinely believe this too. there's no doubt in his voice, and even with the stares, he just seems to give a small sheepish laugh.

though, as he's pulled in, he does quiet down appropriately. ] Normal volume? [ he seems to actually be considering this, before quickly deciding: ] Well, okay! [ but, most importantly: ] Does this mean you'll be my teacher?

[flugels]

[ lancelot finds himself stifling a laugh against his fist that comes off as more of a snort as a result. ]

Flaunt it...

[ he has to repeat in disbelief. it'd be an understatement to say he's never been much of a flaunter; in fact, lancelot's role as siegfried's vice-captain is to flaunt where the captain was unable to, especially with his words. ]

Some things don't change, hm? Perhaps I can lend you a hand, Siegfried. [ the one thing he is actually better at... ]

[offtune]

[ she feels the hum; it vibrates against her clit, causing her to squirm and moan. her fingers clench tighter around the locks of her hair, as though she knows what makes her does this. she can't help but buck her hips, like it will intensify the pressure of the tongue against her. ]

A... ugh—

[ it feels too good to form words, let alone the letter and number that makes this particular android's name.

what she wants to say is that she's close, but her body language does a fine job communicating just that, encouraging her to continue to rubbing and suckling her. she clenches around the android, her legs pressing at her shoulders, as though to lock her in place. ] Please— I'm, fuck—!

[ she comes with a shudders, her entire body tightening, face turned to the side and eye squeezed shut. even an android would know that she'd just climaxed, and several moments later, her entire body goes limp, sinking into the sofa, though her hand remains on her head. ]

[sparsity]

[ Without thinking about how much of a madman this is going to make him look, because he never thinks about that sort of thing, Mikazuki grips the stick in his hand and waves it around, the end weighed down by slimy ocean creature looking... hideous, as it swings through the air. But Yamagi is right, like he usually is.

Despite the sight managing to snag a few mortified onlookers, the octopus has started to loosen its hold. Mikazuki doesn't understand the reference, but into the water is simple enough.

Before it ends up plastered to someone's face. ]

Time to go.

[ One last swing and —

Mikazuki uses his strength and momentum to rear back and just chuck the whole stick into the ocean, tentacle creature and all. It sails far and fast, hurtling end over end until it hits water with an inoffensive plunk noise.

Breathing out, Mikazuki actually grimaces. ]

[sparsity]

[ That comparison seems to do the trick, causing Mikazuki's face to light up in recognition. Though most of his reading had been done in preparation for farmwork, he likes birds. ]

Like chickens. [ Which Bambi is not, but the situation seems similar enough. ] It's been that way since it hatched. Going to work gets troublesome, when it wants to follow.

[ Luckily it's bonded well with the rest of his housemates, but it still has its favorite parent. Thoughtfully, he pushes his broad palm up the flat of its snout. ]

It's strange. I've never taken care of anything other than plants.

[drinkupmehearties]

[ His brow lifts. He has never heard of the Air Ashari, but druid is a familiar term -- if only from the few books that he's read about them. ]

A religious woman, then? Are you a soothsayer?

[ Since that's what most the books spoke about when it came to druids. ]

[sparsity]

[ Form one taciturn soul to another, Mikazuki is aware of the shift in Rai's expression. It's not uncommon for him to need clarification on things that surprise others, but here, he's not sure which of them really needs the clarification. Staring at him a long moment, trying to pick up something from his body language instead and ending up just looking back to the ring being cleaned of fruit carnage, he exhales. ]

Well... I don't think you can win or lose unless you hit a watermelon yourself.

[ Lifting his hand to rake his wrist across his mouth, he sniffs. ]

Do you want to try?

[sparsity]

[ It's strange, he thinks. Most people fell between two ends of the spectrum when he spoke of space — why not more, why not Jupiter — or fear of it. Fear of that unknown where balance and direction were manmade tricks, where you could travel that emptiness for days and still be no closer to the stars right in front you.

So Takasugi earns himself a willingness to follow when he sets out, the question keeping Mikazuki tailing behind. ]

I don't really know what's worthwhile or not. [ A mark of someone who'd had nothing for so long that he can't think in those terms anymore. Worthwhile versus necessary. ] But, I guess...

That no one has told us this isn't for us.

[drinkupmehearties]

I would think not. And blimey, that's unfortunate. [ A little clever, too, if he's honest. But the sigh stops him from saying that aloud.

And oh, while they're on the subject of cool magic tricks. ] I knew a lass once. [ His hand waves in the air ] Well, a woman. [ No wait ] More of a princess, to be more specific. She made a powder magazine explode on a ship that was chasin' us. [ He pops up two fingers. ] Tore apart the whole damned thing and won us the fight. It was rather impressive.