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❪ introlog: #2 ❫ THE CALM. -- the overflow.

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?

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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.

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[Aoi isn't paying attention to the passersby, but he does look up from his creation when Atsushi greets him.]

Holy shit, you weren't joking about the tiger thing, huh?

[Like, he'd seen the network posts the kid had made, but he hadn't actually expected to see a tiger cub on the beach.

He has to rein in the impulse to poke the baby fluffball.]

Bet he's havin' fun. This whole place is one giant litter box.

[ continued ]

[ Minor injuries, then. He gives a small nod as he completes his look over of her. It's something to file away for later -- these sort of fights are chaotic, at best, and those that escape with just bruises and sore muscles from over use are admirable. Kirei lightly rubs a particularly sore area, knowing it will hurt, and keeps his smile to a minimum. ]

There's nothing wrong about being frustrated. I know that I am, myself. [ He looks up at her. ]If you are truly immune to the gazes of others, I will say that I am envious. [ A smirk chases after his words. ] In any case, you should feel lucky. There is nothing that I can do for you which means that you are in excellent health.

Some ice and rest is really all you will need. Unless, you are going in for another match.

Really...

[That makes sense, really, but Jae-Ha actually seems to be considering it. The more he thinks about it, the more he thinks about the two people he's considering himself responsible for, and the more it becomes a possibility.

Which, to be honest, he is not as thrilled about as he could be. Mostly the whole leg thing.]

I wonder if I could get away with selling only my upper half. [Haha...]

[ He is indeed a fool. A trusting and honest fool. He is a simple old man that had seen someone in what he thought was dire need. That's all. He has no means to judge beyond that, even when the young man looks up at him without any sort of worry. He hopes it's because his kind act made up for his size and his visible scars.

The younger man smiles and Reinhardt smiles back, a warm thing.]

Of course. Any time. I would have hated to see you be forced to wash dishes for something as small as a meal. This way, you can eat. But I'm afraid this is all I can do for you else I might not be able to eat either. At least until the fighting opens later tonight.

[ He'll reach out and give the man the lightest pat on the shoulder since he was a very tactile man. ] Eat well.
[ He seems not want anything for his money either. It had been a gift, freely given. ] And try to watch out once night falls. I hear that there are dangerous sorts around.

[Reinhardt was not the only one walking around toting armor, however Abelas' was far more antiquated in appearance, also he was wearing it in spite of the heat. Generally he chose not to engage those around him, but the old elf made an exception this time.

It was not every day one encountered a giant... human? He certainly looked human, and had the knack for redundancy he had seen as a common trait among humans. Really, it seemed rather foolish to carry one's armor piece by piece. So he pauses to stare for a moment before commenting.]

...I suspect you would exert yourself less if you simply wore the armor.

[2016. God, what was even happening in 2016?]

97 years ago, there were twelve space stations in orbit. Research, I guess. Then an AI went rogue and launched nukes all over the world, all at once, and the Earth was so soaked in radiation that there was no way any of them could go back and survive. They united the twelve stations into one to keep humanity alive. The Ark.

[ If she looks any less genuinely...nice Rhys would probably be more angry. But she doesn't seem like she did this just to ruin his day and doesn't look pleased by his freak-out there, so Rhys just looks at where his glass is lying next to a wet splash in the sand, a slice of orange at its side. ]

It's fine... I can always get another one.

[ It's easily replaceable! So Rhys moves to stand up now and, heart starting to calm down from the panicked thudding it was doing inhis chest a moment ago, he goes over to retrieve it. ]

Next time a "hello" will probably be fine. You know, not whispered right next to my ear while I'm tanning.

Edited 2017-09-18 00:28 (UTC)

[Something flashes in her gaze. It's a momentary thing, there and gone, but it suggests that maybe that wasn't the best thing to say.]

Is that right.

[As much as Alex winces, there is something good about knowing that if someone (something) was attacking her dreams as a result of jumping into them then her own thoughts would attempt to stop it. Honestly, it's something that she wants to weaponize in her own brain if she can.]

How long have you been doing it?

[The time before when they were in space and the time that they were seems so small to Alex, really. It almost doesn't make sense that there could be such a change in a little more than a hundred years. Then again, she does remember a time before cellphones, and look how much that's changed. AI going rogue, well that was a movie that Nic would love and she nodded.]

So are you from the Arc?

★from here

[To be fair, A2's regular clothes are like a grunge punk version of what Ryuji would imagine lingerie to look like, so he's not complaining. But she also looks like she may have potentially just been mugged so when he looks down at her, there's a split second where he's not sure if he should say something or not.

But she doesn't seem concerned or distressed?? Maybe it's just a fashion statement then. Like those girls in Harajuku or...somewhere.]

All of this. [He gestures to the beach, the water, the people.]

A hell of a lot different from the frozen wasteland they stuck us in when we were wakin' up, yanno?

[Oh, another deviant. Of course, someone he lives with has to be a deviant...]

You'd have to ask someone else about that. I don't know what they do down there. [A beat.] Besides the obvious.

Oh... not long. I was just hired for the one job, then I was gonna, you know - finish my degree.

[ She shrugs. ]

It was a big job. About six weeks. Seemed longer, though. You know how you can have a really long, detailed dream that seems to go on for hours or days and you wake up and it's actually only been a few minutes?

[ Qrow almost feels sorry for Chuuya, especially when he says "I'm 22". That's still a kid in Qrow's book, considering how he's almost 40, himself. And then the kid invades his personal space, and for a second, the feeling of someone else touching his skin feels great. Nobody's done that in a long time, but he's quick to recover from that bout of comfort. Nobody should be near him, he tells himself. He tries to be very firm with this rule.

He signals the bartender for another drink once the guy's cleaned up his mess. It's fortunate that he isn't drinking anything right now, else he would have likely spat on Chuuya after hearing him answer his question.

Needless to say, Qrow is taking it the wrong way. He doesn't push the other away, though. If they're whispering, something else must be up, right? ]

So you're pretending to be a hooker, is that it?

Really? Are you the pure type?

[Now that Jae-Ha is looking at him, he guesses he does exude that aura... That's kind of funny.] I'm only half serious. The other dragons may be locked away, but I still have two friends of mine that I should look after.

[Though he's sure Hak is already finding a way to get money, Yona may have even more expensive tastes the way she is now... It's a good buffer to have extra money.]

[For a second Merlin thinks he can just turn around and get out of here again before he's spotted, but nope - even though she's clearly not speaking to him when she starts talking about water, he's frozen guiltily in place in the car's doorway now. Ah... ah.]

No. Merlin. I'm Merlin. And I'm lost. I didn't think you could get lost on one of these but here I am, where I'm not supposed to be! [ha ha...! ha. suffering.]

[ Roman finds himself drawn to the water often, seeking out and appreciating the tranquility it offers. There's a quiet majesty about it, and how he doesn't need to be anything here. He can offer up his curiosity to the waves, and he won't be judged, he won't be let down, he can just be. He's wearing swim trunks and a thin, long-sleeved shirt. Kneeling at the water's edge, he keeps reaching into the sand, searching for something. So focused on his task, he's not even aware of the young woman near him until he finally looks up a few minutes later. She looks so happy and peaceful - he knows that feeling, it's what the ocean gives him, too - he doesn't want to bother her. So he just smiles a little to himself, going back to his task, splashing a little as he dips his hands under the water, into the sand. ]

[ moved from here ]

Reinhardt had been considering the 'fight club'. Only considering it. He knows it's money, but as a knight, he also knows his competing in such cage matches might be greatly skewed in his favor. He's that overconfident. But even if he didn't fight, he might still go to watch the others. To learn just how outclasses he was as a warrior. But it's not a decision he makes yet, because this is his first night watching the strange sun set in a strange world.

It's not as magical as he always imaged it to be.

He hears steps coming near to him, but he thinks nothing of it. Perhaps another person, wanting to see that sunset. He doesn't turn at first. Not until he hears it. It's a sound he's heard so many times in the past on the coms, in his dreams, in his nightmares, one of the many many sounds of those he had lost.

Still, he remains with his back to her until she speaks. He had known it was her, but he didn't know if he could face her yet. He's a coward for that. He should have gone after her the moment he had found out from Morrison...no...76....that she was still alive as well. But he had left it alone then. It's not for him to decide when she sees him.

He swallows down the bitterness and grief he felt in knowing the truth and he turns. His hands quietly balling into tight fists at his sides to keep them still. To help him keep his emotions in check. But like with Jack...76...he'll never get used to that, seeing her is like he had just been punched hard in the gut.

Reinhardt takes a long breath, hands tightening. Tightening. He tries to keep the hurt and betrayal from his good eye and he finally manages. "Hello, Ana." Then all that tension falls away because he knows this is unfair for the both of them and he smiles a very weak, pained smile. "Its...been a while. You look...good."

Edited 2017-09-18 00:38 (UTC)

[Merlin is about ready to abandon his apple and crawl back the way he came the moment he hears Richard's voice above him. No... please, no. Spare him this.

As it stands, he genuinely puts his forehead down against the floor and sighs, before twisting around to look, well, up. As usual, he's giving Richard that look like Richard is the one doing something super weird right now.]

I'm getting my apple. What part of it wasn't clear?

[ original toplevel. new threads welcome! ]

Not the healthiest, but I am not one to talk.

[ No, he certainly isn't one to talk.

There is but a second when he allows some small bit of surprise to appear and fade quickly. There is something familiar in the man before him and while it does not make him happy, it does allow for an easier conversation. Simply because another person has the same neutral, unfeeling stare as he does doesn't mean that they are completely unfeeling toward the sins of the past. ]

Yet they speak to what kind of man that you are. Indeed, I have nothing to show for what I have done. Even back then, I ended up losing what I had gained. However, it was not a meaningless endeavour.

That's right.

[Maybe someday he'll go into all the reasons the Ark sucked, but he won't get into that with her right now. It's not the point.]

About a year ago they sent a hundred of us down to see if the ground was survivable. The life support systems on the Ark were failing, and we'd be out of oxygen in three months. Turns out there were still people alive on Earth after all.

[ He recalls the way he had reacted when Jon told him of Robb’s death. He had laughed, long and loud and hysterical until it felt as though he might collapse with grief and guilt. He should have been there, he should have died alongside him, but instead he had foolishly been elsewhere, betraying the one person who had ever thought of him as a bother. He can see himself nearly cutting someone’s throat in such a fit, but— ]

Months.

[ Again, he lets out a short bark of laughter. More time lost to him, more places he’s supposedly been, more things he can’t recall. He thought he had finally accepted their uneven timelines, but he just can’t, not when so little else lines up for him.

Making eye contact nearly starts another wave of rage in him, but he merely narrows his eyes suspiciously and does as he’s told, holding out shaking hands to show all ten fingers. It’s a strange request, and he doesn’t know why he obeys, but his muddled thoughts find their way back to Asha’s words: You know their sigil. He does, and he saw Ramsay flay those boys—hadn’t he? How much of it was real, and how much of it was just a night terror? He’s been plagued by them for months, ever since killing those boys. They never seem to stop. ]

I never tried to cut your throat.

[ A pitiful attempt at an argument, and one he doesn’t seem to believe himself. His contradictions don’t bring him comfort. They’re merely an attempt (and a failure) to gain some control of the situation. ]

I didn't know Robb had died until I arrived here.

[ The moment of peace is gone when he hears a splash, and he groans in displeasure from his tranquility being disturbed. It's fine, though. If she hasn't noticed him, he'll make her notice him deliberately. With a very helpful comment, at that! ]

You know, people shouldn't be jumping into pools. You could hit your head.

[ See how helpful he is!!! ]

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