❪ 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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[silverhound]

Huh?!

[He squints his eyes at the woman. Is she being serious? This this annoying pest within the shell going to chase him around? Loz glances at the hermit crab again that seems to be putting up its dukes now. The damn thing is pretty pissed with him.]

If this "thing" gets any closer, I'm kicking it back to hell!

[He waves his fist threateningly at the hermit crab as it flexes its pinchers. The big guy is definitely a little afraid of it judging by how quickly he hops over it when it starts charging at him. Only he would be scared of something as ridiculous as a hermit crab but be able to fight thirty foot tall snakes without even blinking an eye.]

Shoo! Go! Fuck off already, ugly!

[pricechecked]

A pity you had no maester to teach you. [Just kidding, maesters are the worst.] We are raiders. When there is something we want, we take it. That's the Iron Price. Where lesser men scrape the earth to earn petty wages, we take as we please with hardened steel and Ironborn might. Upon these seas, there might yet be a hundred harbors to pillage and claim.

[So fight? Oh yes, there's plenty out there to fight. People had an uncommonly vested interest in protecting their belongings.]

[tummyflowers]

Wow, that sounds tricky. Though I may know a man with the the skill in stealth and subterfuge to pull something like that off...

[He thinks, of course, of Magnus. Not because he's ever seen Magnus successfully be stealthy at anything, but the man had claimed repeatedly that he was, so it had to be true.]

[tummyflowers]

[Okay wow is he actually picking that up? I mean, okay, that's A+ servant material for starters. But also disgusting?]

Um, yes, I do believe that's the general gist of a harvest- excuse me I'm sorry, you're not going to eat that now, are you?

[tummyflowers]

[Richard's eyes widen in delight.]

Oh, that's amazing. Just like your guns, then! Yes, we're definitely doing that.

[Richard lifts up a hand in fingergun position. My god, it's more beautiful than he could have imagined.]

[strictdiscipline]

It's a pleasure to meet you.

[ Said with one hand offered for a shake. The words are more a formality than anything else, but there's a hint of genuine emotion too. ]

And no, I've been in Olympia for about two months now. [ Give or take a week. ] How are you liking it here so far, Randel?

[competing]

[ well... ryuji's reaction is definitely less i've got something to hide and more awww man why couldn't i have a cooler nickname. so lance allows himself to relax a little. phew! it would've been real awkward to have to arrest a buddy.

because they're buddies already, obviously. ]

Yeah, it is kind of a pain...

[ ... ]

So what's it mean?

[tummyflowers]

Oh, so that's a flame. Well, that's not good. One moment he was being invited into a pool by a beautiful woman, next he was being threatened with incineration. The world was funny like that. It didn't matter how used to it you got, because it always found a way to make things incredibly weird and somehow paint you, Richard being the you here, into some sort of bad guy. Given his experience in these kind of situations, he should have been a lot more prepared to cope with this sort of thing.

He raises his hands placatingly and smiles wanly. "I don't want to fight! I feel like I've been pretty clear on that! But I mean, well, I'm here and there's clearly no drink bar and I honestly have no idea where I am now. So I could just... stay over here. On this side of the pool. I feel like I just really need to be able to unwind and cool off, you know? This whole aahh I have to fight this pretty woman I've never met has really done a number on me."

Seriously, his heart is beating faster and everything. Richard was, as a rule, not the sort of man who was meant to deal with these sorts of things. He desperately needed to be able to relax.

[laveers]

They fled before me.

[ She grins up at him. No, she didn't actually do anything serious — teenage boys are easy to scare, and she has not one but two axes. ]

I put a hammock up, it reminds me of the sea.

Johnny

[strontiumdog]

Yep. For some reason, people beating the seven hells out of each another seems to be a pretty common entertainment thing.

[Johnny shrugs, but the conversation has left him more at ease. And now that he he's been paid off, feeling more relaxed.]

It isn't usually what I'd resort to, but it's an easy way to get cash fast. Especially if you're stuck on a backwater dirtball like this. A couple of punches to the face and a thrown match isn't a bad price to pay at all.

[He unsticks the ice pack from his face, and prods at his cheek with a finger, frowning.]

[laveers]

[ just don't fuck with crabs, buddy ]

There is nothing it fears. [ which thankfully the crab is living up to, or this would be a really short lived joke. It snaps at one of Loz's toes. ] You roused it from its house, you must provide it another to satisfy it.

Or else.

[pricechecked]

[He's tempted to lift her up by her tiny throat and throttle her until she relents on this whole host thing. It's infuriating, but even that murderous thought is dulled by the memories of his late wife. I sobbed with every blow, he recalls. I never wanted that...

His hands balls into fists, but relax a moment later. Let the girl have her fun. It cost him nothing.]

Fine. Though you are a poor host if you offer no ale to wash them down. [Yeah, two can play at that game.]

[pricechecked]

Men oft do when they see the Black Wind. [Victarion grins as well, pleased that his niece's fearsome reputation thrives even in this foreign land.] Might be I'll do the same. Soft beds rarely suited me.

[Those were made for men who were wed. Two wives had died in beds like that and the third...]

[likethelight]

[ Wah—!! Isn't that a little forward??

But she's looped an arm around him before he can protest properly, so instead of that she wins a flummoxed blush. Maybe there's a tiny bit of awe in there but mostly it's just embarrassed. Around his left side, too...

But while he may look like he wants to drown himself he does wordlessly—woops, nope, there's a small trail of bubbles again from whatever he tried to say—swim back to shore with her help. It'd be more rude not to.

It doesn't mean he's not still going to sulk a bit about it. He doesn't remember this side of yours, miss yeti... ]

[weaponsgrade]

[That startles a laugh out of Roy; it strikes him as something Hawkeye might do, were she feeling particularly annoyed with him (which is, let's face it, often enough.)]

Then I'm glad to have provided some refreshment. [Hey, he loves dogs.]

ARDYN

[unweave]

[ The words mean nothing. Whatever befell Eos — Aranea can't change it. Despite setting her own course away from the Empire, she was tired of looking for answers she had no business knowing.

Aranea wasn't scared of dying, but she was smart enough to avoid risking it when she can. There's a difference between a fool and someone looking for the truth. She can live without it for now. ]

It shifted one way. [ Eos, she means between spitting out her own blood a bit. ] Not going — going to cry over it.

[ She didn't have time.

The summon of his blade catches her breath in her throat. Her heels dig into the ground, securing her only briefly as knees give her strength to vault into the sky. Manage it? It's all she has going right now. A drive that keeps her from just passing out. If she can get herself high enough — drive her spear down to incapacitate him, she can find an escape route.

And that's what she does.

If Ardyn looks up, he'll catch her form in the sky, her spear clutched and like old tricks, she uses her upper body strength to send the tip of her weapon downward. It's up to Ardyn to parry — there's no way she'll miss. ]

[pricechecked]

[That warm glow... it's unnatural. For a moment, he wonders if there might be more to it. It was not at all like Moquorro, but...

He'll talk, if only because she has his interest as well, which is a rare thing for a greenlander to have.]

Aye. We come from the Iron Islees, so the salt of the sea is in our blood. In our great longships, we reave and raid from the lands of Ghis to north of the Wall itself. We fight to honor the Old Way and to please the Drowned God in his watery halls. When men see our sails, they pray. [That last line... that had been Euron's. He did not like to take from his brother, but could anything be more fitting for the Ironborn than that?]

[nineteenfortyfive]

Where are you from?

[Small talk. She squirts some lotion into her hands and, like the kind woman she is, warms it before pressing her palms to his back.]

[rhygret]

Waaait wait, hold up. You come from a place that has elves and wizards??

[ Rhys's face likes up like a goddamn Christmas tree as he turns and looks at her fully now. ]

Haha! Ohhh man that is--that's. That's really cool.

[ He should clarify that his world has no magic and no elves of any kind so this is just like, totally awesome but he's too blown away by the fact that there were actual wizards somewhere in real life to remember that. ]

[toten_sie]

[ Her politeness gets a nod back.

But he isn't sure how to answer that. Mostly because he's spent a good portion of his time since he woke up just thinking how unfair it was. Not that his world had been destroyed, because there's no fairness in something like that, just facts. But that he would be the one to wake up. It should have been the Lieutenant. Or any one of the others, really. ]

It's very nice. Different, but not in the ways that matter.

What about you?

[strictdiscipline]

[ How could he possibly know that? He's never used one of these before. (Or so she thinks, incorrectly.)

The attitude's not even worth a reply; instead, she pulls him into the teleporter, careful to keep the tension on his arm just shy of forceful. He might be rude but he's still new, and maybe his irritation's all misdirected anger over being unable to adapt.

Around them, the teleporter whirrs to life, white light enveloping them for the briefest of seconds before they're zapped down to Olympia. An easy enough journey, except when Riza lands it's with one foot atop an ill-placed pebble. She stumbles forward, colliding with Eugene with a small yelp. Whether or not they fall into a heap I leave in your capable hands, but it's around then that an ill-timed citizen peers around the corner, wolf-whistling loudly when he spots the scene in front of him. ]

Get it, dude!

Earn a little silver

[strontiumdog]

[While Johnny's defences against telepathy are somewhat lacking, he's aware enough to know when something's subtly off. He's keeping an idle watch on the show like the rest of the crowd, mildly entertained but not too drawn in wondering what caught his attention, until the scratching in the back of his eyes is impossible to ignore. He blinks his blank white eyes, activating his second vision, and oh that absolute sneckhead-]

Hey.

[And then, walking faster, snapping out his words aggressively.]

Hey!

[rhygret]

What?

[ Why would he want the watermelon to be spl--ohhh. Right, they're going to eat it after this aren't they? He sort of figured that since they were doing it on the beach there'd be sand in it or at least on the watermelon parts you'd want to eat so he assumed it was more about smashing things than eating them. ]

--Oh. I mean maybe? I don't think we're supposed to eat them, they're covered in sand by the end of it. You'd think they'd put down a tarp or something so it wouldn't be such a huge waste.

[weaponsgrade]

[There's so many people here -- verging on too many, even for Roy, who has never been uncomfortable with crowds -- that it's not surprising that he doesn't recognize anyone until he's face-to-face with them. In truth, he's also not expecting to meet anyone he knows. This isn't Amestris, after all.

So, he just blinks at her for a second.]

Lieutenant? [Maybe he should have expected to see her -- though that's likely just wishful thinking, because they both know he can't actually function without her to point him in the right direction.] When did--

[You know what? It's ridiculously noisy in here. He inclines his head toward the exit, makes a motion in that direction. Take this outside?]

[rhygret]

Holy shit!!

[ THAT WAS ALMOST HIM MAGNUS, and boy does Rhys sure jump out of his chair and hurry behind it as far from Magnus and his bamboo stick as he can get.

As if a tiny beach chair will serve as the ultimate barrier and protect him somehow. ]

Turn around! You almost hit me!! Go the other way!