❪ 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

for renzou shima;

[maipokerface]

[Original thread.]

... I guess it's relaxing. In a way.

[The sound of the water is anyhow, not so much the people.]

[politrick]

[Merlin makes a face like he's already got a great rebuttal for that nitpicking, but he frowns a little more aggressively at his shirt for a moment instead. He's learning how to not get baited into silly arguments...]

Using it and having it are completely different things. [That's the point he's trying to make, somewhere under all of his Magic Is Everywhere romanticism. He knows it doesn't have a beating heart, but it's easier to talk about that way... somehow.

Look, he just has a lot of feelings.]

There is dark magic in my world... but if it isn't a living creature, someone with magic had to make it destructive in the first place. That's all.

Merlin

[razzledazzles]

[From here.]

No. He's in one of those pods. [His hand is impossible to miss? Anyway, he's not sure what to make of this warning, so he waits until Merlin is all finished to take a step inside.]

After sleeping with a handful of men in an overpacked tent, this is like paradise. [There's space? He can ignore the mess? This is fine.]

For Rogue

[11calls]

Was it in New Orleans? I went there once in college and it was definitely some of the best coffee I've ever had. I bought a bag to bring home with me but somehow Seattle water just didn't make it taste the same. I'm guessing it's like pizza in New York: one of those things that forever make you miss it even if you were only there once.

[Well done Alex, sure manage to bring up the whole planets being dead thing. That'll help. Looking a bit abashed as she takes one of the beignets she just adds very apologetically:]

Sorry.

Home Sweet Home 1-A

[shashka]

[ he has to say, that was a creative way to hide a name tag. pity they hadn't thought about it the first round, though shockingly, the only thing that Ocelot's had revealed that might've been incriminating was that one of his hobbies included "international espionage".

as to what this guy was trying to hide? well, that was none of his business, now was it? but colour him intrigued all the same.

so he does let his gaze linger just a little while longer, curious as to what exactly he was going to do.

well. politeness. that was something he could work with very well. ]

My apologies. I couldn't help but noticed you looked a little... out of sorts.

[ said with just the right amount of sweetness. ]

for Jolyne Cujoh;

[maipokerface]

[Original thread.]

[The look on Mai's face can only be called disgust.]

Yeah, crushing heads isn't exactly something I look at as fun.

[Then again... she sighs a little, scratching at the side of her head in something like annoyance.]

I guess I can see the appeal in that way though. Maybe. If you like crushing heads.

[daemonized]

Yes, but why would I spread my age out against multiple?

[A strange implication.]

Only the gods, as far as I am aware. And yet I somehow don't think that's quite what you were asking.

In that case, I am very much one of a kind.

For Bellamy

[11calls]

Yeah, of course. I mean, it's only right. And I think the more information that we all have about each other's world makes it easier to find the similarities and differences to what our "rescuers" [Can you hear the air quotes?] reasons were when we were taken.

[A beat.]

Don't you agree?

[veneries]

[Ramsay smiles and shrugs at the comment. He'd feign embarrassment, but even pretending to be someone he's not he has no experience with the emotion.]

Those nametags are... revealing, aren't they- [He check's Ocelot's nametag] ser Ocelet?

beach

[deathstiny]

[Is that an elf in an extremely skimpy bikini flying a broom?

Wrathion watches for a long time, convinced that he must be seeing things -- that perhaps the Reds had gotten it wrong, and he was finally breaking down and going insane. But no. That's definitely an elf on a broom.

Well -- maybe not an elf. Her ears are a bit short -- and he knows better by now than to simply assume.

Wrathion himself isn't dressed well for the weather. His turban still sits on his head, but his tunic has gone who knows where, his large pants only held in place by his armor and sash.

Eventually he just has to know, and shouts as she goes past him.]

Where in Khaz'goroth's name did you get that?

Mephisto - sighs as I already slap on 18+ warning bc they're smooching

[razzledazzles]

[From here.]

[Change that, hm? This is strange, he can't deny that, and there's something at work here, but he doesn't want to pause and consider what. This time, he doesn't jump away or flee. It's unusual to have to lift his chin to meet any kiss, but there's a sort of thrill in it now, and he presses forward with his body as well.

Strange. He wants more of this closeness, this physical contact, and his own face heats up the slightest as he realizes it. Well. This is how things are going now, he guesses. His hands move now, resting at Mephisto's hips and gripping there, making it that much easier to pin the taller man between himself and the rocks.]

[politrick]

[That sure is something to say. Merlin laughs, though—]

I know what you mean. Although we didn't have tents much.

[But great, he'll continue to be a complete mess without shame, then. With that out of the way he can come away from standing shamefully by the door, and while he doesn't move to pick up any of his things, he does nudge a few articles of clothing out of the main walking space. There it goes...]

My friends are up there, too. They wouldn't last a day down here on their own, but... [He shrugs; when will his precious morons arrive?! This is torturous.]

[shashka]

[ he couldn't help but give a good-natured smile at that, though it doesn't quite fully reach his eyes. ]

Not "ser", if that's a title. Where I come from, everyone is meant to be equal.

[ keyword is meant to be. ]

you know which one.

[priorly]

[No. No.

What has he wrought? Working hard to keep his face from his palm, Prior works his way around the bemused trail of beachgoers the Doctor's leaving in his wake, intent on catching up with a certain floppy-haired form. His leg's bad today and the sand not particularly conducive to giving chase across, but he makes it in the end, clapping a hand firmly to one tweedy shoulder.]

You are a menace to public decency.

[And, to the person a bow tie is currently being pressed upon-]

Run, ma'am, while you still can. Take your little daughter with you.

[reek]

[ Beyond arguing that it was not him who killed Rodrik and Luwin, Theon hasn’t discussed the differences in his memories with anyone. He’s suffered it in silence, merely accepting each new mismatched piece that’s been offered to him, growing more and more confused by the day. Who would believe him by this point? He would be taken as nothing more than a liar or a madman.

Maybe the madman bit wouldn’t be entirely wrong. As he finally frees himself from Ramsay, he laughs, hopeless and lost. ]

The Starks? Do you think the Starks care? After what I’ve done?

[ Robb has refused to kill him, implying that his guilt and suffering was a far better punishment for his crimes. Jon and Sansa, who had always been the most distant of Eddard’s children, have been…strangely kind as of late. It had been odd, Theon hadn’t completely understood it, but they had both played so easily to his emotions and the things he'd always wanted to hear. He wonders now if there isn’t something more sinister behind it all. He doesn’t know who he can trust, or why he should trust them at all. ]

They’ve told me nothing of it.

[heraldsdawn]

Hm? Oh, only a few of the new people. One wore a skull mask, the other was some brute with a bushy black beard. No one I couldn't handle.

[ At the very least he wasn't going to drag Keyleth into any of his problems if he could help it. However, he almost stops completely when she tells him that. That her friends were awake. So this is why she was in such a better mood. Of course he's happy for her but then there's the small drop inside him that can't help but feel envious.

He catches that he might've paused for a little longer than he should before he smiles reflexively and answers; ]

That's wonderful. Seems I was right. You deserve to be happy, Keyleth.

[pricechecked]

[Ahh. The Freys. They were not his friends, but they weren't strictly his enemies either. Their betrayal of the Starks had robbed Victarion of the chance of killing the Young Wolf, since the boy king seemed to plan to attack Moat Caitlin. Their way of dealing with the Starks had been treacherous and worthy of condemnation. Were Willem a Frey proper, he might well kill him where he stood. But this was just a meaningless commoner. He might have noticed the way Willem said my Lord, but the commoners of the Iron Islands were of a different ilk than on the mainland.]

The Natha saved a peasant? For what purpose? [He's not even asking Willem this because, again, commoner.] What a queer people.

[melodiouspacifist]

Well that kind of depends. My favourite place ever was Atlantica, which is an underwater world. It was really fun. I don't like Halloween Town because it's scary and I like the food in Land of Dragons, just to name a few places.

[If she was willing to listen, he was the chatterbox type.]

[veneries]

That sounds like a fair land. [Impractical, easy to manipulate, just waiting for someone to get what they want from it.]

It's not so where I'm from. Having the wrong parents might get one killed. [He gestures at his shirt, as if to indicate that's why he's done what he's done. You understand, right??]

[tummyflowers]

I know, I know. Hence the statute I mentioned before. It's not fair, but that's the law for you. It favors no man or woman, unless that man or woman is wearing a crown.

[And once that was Richard. The good old days.]

[punshots]

[ Sure, they might be fighting to win, but does that mean slaughtering your opponent in the process? As a marksman, Prompto hardly thinks anyone would appreciate if he whipped out a handgun in the ring, if he were ever the sort of person to do something like that in the first place.

But he isn't, so it's moot, and he shoots her an appraising look after that boast. He can absolutely believe those words. ]

Oh, yeah? [ He doesn't sound incredulous, just amused. ] What's your specialty?

[ Everyone has one, right? ]

Angel | Borderlands

[r3f4c70r3d]

 top level here

Chuuya

[razzledazzles]

[From here.]

This sort of thing is dangerous! With the wrong people, reading this...

[Maybe he's just overly upset and stressed from everything, or maybe it's the fact that he was just trapped in a cage for way too long over being one of these dragons, but he's getting anxious about leaving it out in the open for just anyone to see.

Still, he catches himself, settling down a little and pointing his glare down to the nametag, instead. It really won't come off, so a whole day, then...?]

Let's at least move away from the crowds. Were you heading somewhere in particular?

For Ariadne

[11calls]

[Continued from here.]

Those must be some really good drugs.

[The words come with a grin of someone who has partaken in her fair share of drugs, but to be fair she does (did) live in Seattle where pot was legal and was often prescribed for her lack of sleep. However, she does sound a bit wistful when she asks:]

What kind of things? Can you fly?

[originallutece]

[Of course, there's no such thing as gods. But then again, there's no such thing as magic, either, and this man clearly believes in both. And usually that would be enough to have Rosalind dismissing him as a fool, but there's nothing unintelligent about the way he's speaking.]

At least you've a clear answer as to why they truly saved you.

[Because Rosalind doesn't believe all that you were healthiest rot for a moment.]

What rendered you into such a state of being?