❪ 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

[terrantrash]

An egg...

_{[Yes Atsushi, tigers usually don't come from eggs...but at this point after every thing that's happened Slaine's willing to roll with it.]}

Okay.

_[Yup.]

[braidedwonder]

Honestly that kinda sounds like a problem, man. [ Duo's not really one to sugar coat, and the last time he'd dealt with that (aka Trowa losing his memories for a little bit) he'd felt close to keeping Quatre together with duct tape. Who knew what this guy's situation is, though, and he doesn't seem too terribly upset about it considering how he's waving it off. ]

What kinda jobs they got around here anyway? I guess I oughta look in to that considering the whole 'Royal Guard' thing kinda ain't my style. [ That's more a Heero alley, honestly. ]

[cutefaced]

I want a dress in that pattern.

[Which is probably not something she's going to be able to get. A bikini will have to do!]

...but, really? I think it's obvious that you're a very pretty boy, not a girl.

[It's a compliment, promise.]

[cutefaced]

It's more fun to look around together!

[slaine please love yourself PLEASE GET BETTER FRIENDS THAN YONA. But she doesn't seem to realize that this is the beginning of an unhealthy friendship, so off on a food adventure they go.]

What other things do you want to try?

[underwhelms]

I guess? [ He looks back at her curiously, not really sure how to answer that question. It's his first time as an immigrant, and he's not sure if he's supposed to identify this place as his home. ] We're all from this place now. Since our planets have been destroyed.

[ ... But it still doesn't feel right. ]

But I'm actually from Earth. I got here two months ago? And teleportation is rough, but you probably want to go back to the Station so you can see your friends and family. They're all sleeping up there.

[ Evidently. JJ hadn't found everyone yet, but. He believes it. ]

[mayarah]

Right?

[ kara clasps her hands together in obvious excitement, pleased that he seems to be enjoying the food as well. (glad that her recommendation was spot-on.) ] Isn't it great?

[cutefaced]

[Bruises are a new experience for Yona. Exciting... except not really. She'll just have to take care to keep certain people (Hak from seeing it.

Luckily, it's in a place that will be covered by her clothing most of the time!

Getting her breath back is a little easier said than done, but Yona nods and only tries for two words:]

...what kind?

[Of diet, she means. She wants to get stronger.]

For Alex

[priorly]

Now, if you think outfits are unimportant, I hate to break it to you but you've been wearing the wrong thing all this time.

[He laughs, a little, and slides a hand up to rub his palm against the back of his neck. As he does, a little more of his name label becomes visible. After it introduces him as Prior it adds

Secretly, I am prophet and prophecy, angelically ordained, walking the threshold of life and death.

It's not the cheeriest introduction the label could have come up with. And the darn thing will keep changing with everyone he meets. But for now he's not even aware. He's looking... hopeful?]

We should go shopping sometime? I'm out of the market for swimwear, but they must have something approaching fashion in this place? Please? There are so many things I need to take my mind off right now.

[exorion]

[It's not threats! It's just casual conversation about how squishy flesh people are easy to beat up.]

[Anyway he just. Points to the horn on his head. His beautiful, beautiful horn.]

Am I?

[awesomenesss]

Seriously? Dude! That is awesome!

[Even if he gets by on taking advantage of the kindness of others, Andy is still constantly surprised and pleased by the kindness of others, mostly because he instantly forgets about the kindness when he starts taking advantage of it.]

Thank you. You are not gonna regret this. Which one's your house?

[He's already looking around for it.]

[braidedwonder]

Ok, great - [ He's not one to stand and wait around, after all. He's got things to do, things to eat, people to see, maybe a job to acquire? Life is busy when you're new to a solar system, ok? He's gotta be a social child for a little while. Which is why he's all for offering his hand for this little adventure, getting out a part of - ]

Ye- [ And they're off, and he doesn't know which way is up or why he feels like his heart is in his throat for a second. When they touch down he's immediately leaning forward to hold on to his knees, maybe checking if his kneecaps disappeared in their little rapid teleportation stunt - ]

Holy shit that's new..

[buildindreemz]

Oh. Wow. I - bet that is pretty handy, sometimes.

[ Ariadne smiles a little. ]

I mean, like, anything? So if you met someone who could fly, you could fly for a little while?

[awesomenesss]

[Fingersnap, decisive point.]

You bet your ass we are gonna expose this sicko. That is exactly what this means. Congratulations, son. You just got drafted into this investigation.

You better put down that fake watermelon so we can check it for clues. That thing's probably crawling with 'em. 'Cause if there's one thing I know about the kinda asshole whose big M.O. is ruining a good time is that they're sloppy.

[So says the guy with about two days of five o'clock shadow on his face and some food under his fingernails. No big. He is in full professional mode now.]

A bomb's way too big picture for this kind of goal. Not for this guy. Some men just wanna watch the world burn.

[buildindreemz]

[ Sometimes, you have to set the bar low, just to maintain your sanity. ]

But that still doesn't mean they're our friends. Necessarily.

[awesomenesss]

[Uh. Andy looks blankly down at his hand, and the mush.]

Oh-- oops. Instinct, I guess-- I usually feed spit bites to my dog, Champion. You know. Spit bites? [Fairly self explanatory, but he holds up his fingers anyways. Figure A.] He doesn't always get to 'em fast enough so I help him out. Guess I forgot Champion's still asleep with everyone else cool and decent.

No offense. Do you want it back?

[deathstiny]

[Rest assured, Merlin, dragons do not imprint. At least, not on Azeroth.]

Just two...red? Bronze?

[He might have been the last Black Dragon, but it had taken considerable work to get there. The blues might have been nearly extinct at one point, but that was no longer the case.

Imagining a world with only two dragons is...somewhat daunting. Then again, he supposed that...he may very well be the last dragon from Azeroth, if none of the others rise from the pods.

Hm.]

...only two altogether?

For Byerly

[priorly]

[Missing him? Every other minute of every goddamned day, the bastard.

Though Byerly's little prod doesn't entirely nudge the nerve it means to. Louis left before all this of course. And now he's up on the ship as perfectly distant as he ever was. Prior misses what they had, he even misses what they never really had but he always believed one day might click into place. But, deep down, he's well enough aware that Louis Ironson would need to work miracles to repair the damage he's done to the both of them.

And Louis may have been many things, but a miracle worker was not among them. So Prior sniffs, flicking his head lightly as if the water's skimming right off this duck's back. It's not entirely, but.]

I don't know about you, but I do believe some of us are bringing baggage. And, I repeat, there is nothing in this place one could call shiny and new. I know what you mean about missing the old quagmire, though. Even the smell of the traffic.

[One talent Prior Walter does not possess is the ability to speak without gesticulation. As he's replied, therefore, his hands have moved enough to reveal a name label that won't shut up about him.

Secretly I'm American Eye that pierceth Dark, American heart all Hot for Truth, the True Great Vocalist.

and then it says:

The Knowing Mind, Tongue-Of-The-Land, Seer Head.

Give it a moment. The words change again. The final three it settles on are:

Prophet, Seer, Revelator
(it's a great honor for the family).

What are yours?]

Prior hasn't yet looked back at Byerly.]

There must be someone... something you're keeping with you?

mini me.

[illuminating]

(from.)

[A clue that she isn't actually in any real or grave danger, only fussing about her own inability, is her tail already swiping across the lily pad she's floating on the moment other Amaterasu addresses her from the shore, and then she's—

gone??? Wolf Ammy's head jumps up with a huff, water blowing and falling out of her mouth, ears pricked in widened-eyed surprise. She's barely started to turn her face to scan for her on the beach, and then that "Wow—" comes from behind her and she starts, leaping onto all fours with a little sneeze.

When her jaw drops at the sight of the floating younger incarnation of herself, it can't be called figurative… Expressive as even ordinary wolves are, sometimes this Amaterasu takes it to the next level, but then, she's not ordinary, huh? So, yes, her… shock is quite blatant, and she lightly works her lower teeth, not unlike someone gaping and at a loss for words, but soon the combination of awed and disgruntled, vocalizing whines come.

Little sis, don't show off! x'( …No, this makes sense. This Ammy is an enormous show off, it would make sense, wouldn't it, for a future incarnation to still have those habits. She rumbles a little, and shakes herself, ears drooping while she sinks back to sit.

I wanted to see how far I could go, she finally replies, in that god's language of theirs. Between the two of them she adds: I'm limited; and a groaning whine emits with it. With her divinity, she means, and is certain flying-Amaterasu will understand.]

[daemonized]

[And to add to the theatricality that is Ardyn Izunia, the removes his hat and gives a little half-bow, as is necessary(??) during introductions as these.]

Regardless of our status of strangers, or not strangers, the pleasure remains mine all the same.

[Hat situated back on his head and straightening, his grin is a constant sort of thing.]

If you'll humor me. Is it true you've never loved?

For Fitz

[priorly]

[There's something sympathetic in the way Prior looks at the other man, then. Not too sympathetic, because isn't that just worse than no sympathy at all, but something in Prior knows what it's like for his happiness to have had a known expiration date, too. He sat in a certain doctor's office on a certain date and listened as they tried to announce a funeral for his joy.

He's not sure yet that he's willing to lay that corpse. But it's hard not to, he knows that too.]

That does sound like a sad little calendar you keep. Or series of notches across the wall - however you like to keep time. Do you remember what you last enjoyed?

[flashystyle]

Oh, no. I am talking about real, literal bears. One minute you're successfully roasting your own meal over a fire, the next you're watching them wander through camp as if you've prepared dinner for them. There's the wolves as well, but you'd be stupid to set up camp anywhere near them.

As much as I'd prefer it be slang for someone wanting to cozy up to me, life hasn't turned out that way.

[fakers]

Just keep in mind... your goal is to split the watermelon, not crush it.

[ it's a subtle difference, and not one he's sure can really be conveyed properly in words. really... most people just wouldn't have the strength to do what mika did in the first place. these sticks typically can't handle the level of force that would actually splatter a watermelon. ]

Focus on one point and strike.

[ is that how this works... who knows. ]

[gekkajuu]

[Honestly, Atsushi can't tell if Slaine is being serious or sarcastic... but he can't really blame the guy either way.

In the end, he just sighs and drops the topic. The sooner, the better, probably.]

Then... do you think you can find your house okay? [The question is a little slow to start, but once he gets going, he get into the proper helping-his-fellow-refugee mood.] Do you need to know where some good stores are? Or if you have any other questions -...

[vorrutyer]

[ It's strange; Byerly actually considers telling Prior about Nadine, up there in stasis. It's a supremely foolish instinct. After all, there's still the possibility that Prior is not what he seems - that he's more calculating, more cruel. And if he is just what he seems, that means that the fellow is honest and forthright, and it's not hard to imagine this honorable forthright fellow defending Byerly's honor at some point - no, he's not so bad, he loves his baby sister, truly. And then what? Then, he is vulnerable. Then he has a weakness. Byerly Vorrutyer is not afraid to die, but the mere thought of some unknown bastard standing near his sister's stasis pod makes him feel sick and weak.

Yet even so, for a moment, he considers telling him. Odd, no? There really is something disarming about Prior. ]

Me? No. I've always had a firm policy of traveling light.

[ Then the shifting name-tag catches his eye. His smile turns curious. He reads out: ]

Prophet, Seer, Revelator. My word. That's quite grand, dear fellow.

[triplerose]

It's always on a perfect day when the worst things happen.

[ His mouth turns down, but he watches everyone playing. Not a care in the world. What he'd do to be just like them again.

It's not a terribly becoming trait to be so morose. Loras turns to look at Prior, regarding him silently for a moment. ]

It is lovely here.