❪ 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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[panzersoldat]

Grandpa did just charge at him and honestly, he didn't know what to expect from it. But it definitely wasn't that. He's actually pretty shocked at the way that ramming into Loz at full speed had only moved the young man back a little bit. Surprised, but at the same time, pleased. More than pleased. He hasn't had this sort of a challenge since he had sparred with a giant gorilla or a couple super soldiers.

The shove back only moves him backwards the same amount that Loz had been moved with his charge. It's like two mountains pushing one another and Reinhardt grins hugely at the feel of that strength. He sets his feet again, one arm moving in front of his body. It's an obvious stance, something a shield user would settle in.

"Can you, little boy? You might be a bit stronger than I thought, but I've faced worse than you. So if you can do better, you best show me." And then he braces, the immovable Crusader, waiting for this boy to attack him.

[politrick]

Oh, not at all. It was dreadful- still is! I'm lucky I haven't committed some kind of treasonous act of cutting holes in all his socks. [Well.] But, you know... it's where I'm meant to be, in the end.

[...]

Don't tell anyone that, should they wake up there and come looking for me down here. I'd never hear the end of it.

@moneytwin

[decisions]

( continued from here. )

[ she can certainly get close enough, maybe even just a pace or two away. percy's had quite enough of all of this after all, with half a mind to put whatever intimidation he might have left to go use even in a get up like this, which isn't very much. he hardly notices her shape edging her way towards him, or at least, he doesn't until a very slight sliver of blue catches his eye, the kind you don't ever really forget, brighter than the sky, a hue you can't just pluck from anywhere. he turns his head just a bit as soon as it flashes along his peripherals, as impaired as they might be, and then he turns his head all the way, and maybe it's just a figment of his imagination, a shadow, a little sliver of doubt, but...

no. there.

that's her, definitely her, with her quietly and steady steps and her halo of dark hair, most of it caught up in her braid, that gets a little clearer the longer that percival takes to focus, and for almost half a second he forgets that he's nearly wearing nothing in favor of trying to find her eyes, his voice catching a little bit because: ]

Vex?

[ oh yes. yes that's definitely a bit of a snag in his voice as he tries to tell himself, even as she comes into focus, that this is probably his mind going and playing tricks on him again. that would be the way of it, right? this entire place? just tricks and confusion and strange nametags that tell people you flirt with grass and this very deep sense of missing the various parts of you that had really started to make you feel whole again. But Vex... his heart does something awful here, a repertoire of somersaults and skips and jumps and for a beat his mouth remembers the taste of smoke in the air and the sight of her just...

falling. ]

Please tell me this isn't some joke. Is that you?

[ it really makes a man forget he has like almost no clothes on. ]

[ruffboi]

[Running, too! Since his legs are a bit longer, he'll scoop her up one-armed as he goes, and will keep running all the way out the door.]

Is anyone following us? Aww, man, I think I left my axe in there.

[baguablade]

[ Well, the man has a point. Cain's not afraid of a fight when it's necessary, and from the looks of the other fighters in the ring, he'll probably have an easy time of it if he does allow himself to be drawn in. Most of them are amateurs, flailing more than aiming their strikes; unless he was unlucky enough to be matched with one of the few participants who seem to know what they're doing, it'd be an easy win.

But just because he could doesn't mean Cain likes the idea of playing along with whatever game the man is playing. He's still undecided, still has time to vanish into the crowd, but not much time. In a minute, he'll have to make a decision.

But in a minute. He has time at least for one more question first. ]

And if I decide to throw the fight...?

[coolerjunpei]

Of course not. It'll take more than not killing me to get to the friend level.

[The Friendship Bar is a bit higher than the rest, because he has one whole standard.]

Beach party

[kaleorbekaled]

[Many people have much smaller appetites than Kale does, but Kara is demonstrating the sort of appetite that would be approvingly regarded as "healthy" on planet Sadala. That alone is enough to get Kale's attention, but when she's encouraged to try the food, she shyly smiles and takes one of the items offered by the vendor to try herself. After scarfing it down, she promptly takes five more.]

You were right! It's very good.

[nineteenfortyfive]

[Good idea. She's not ready to share him just yet.]

There's a cafe nearby. We'll get something and find a quiet place to eat.

[fatgun]

[No, no, this is a good compliment... go on.]

Hee hee, do you think so? Maybe I have one of those hard-to-tell faces... to adults. [Now then...] I'm not so sure there's a dress.

akira kurusu | persona 5.

[frizziest]

ONE ― BEACH PARTY.

[ Akira's done his fair share of mingling already, so he figures it is his turn to go ahead and help in serving others. that's... how these things go, right? maybe he's been whipped into shape by Sojiro, but he feels weird if he allows his hands to remain idle for too long. even if he doesn't get paid for it, he is inclined to offer something to the party. after all, it's another refugee that decided to arrange this whole thing in the first place!

so he attempts to bring something... unique. it's been a long time coming considering he has been here a few months now, but he has been itching for an opportunity to make coffee the moment he busted out of his stasis unit. perhaps a normal, hot brew of the good stuff would be wasted on such a warm, sunny day. Akira doesn't even waste his time. although he hasn't done it much in the past, he's gone ahead and located a cold brew and drags along several coolers so that he can make iced coffee!!!

if it doesn't seem like he may be overly excited to offer you a cup to try, you are blind. he is smiling and offering it politely like the good barista that he aspires to be. ]

It's free of charge. I hope you enjoy.

TWO ― BEACH PARTY (2).

[ after either "selling" out of his brew or quite possibly giving up from how little he gave away, Akira has moved on one way or another. he is back on the actual beach, sitting down in the sand and very clearly focused on something in particular. if you happen to be walking by or catching his pet project, you may notice that it is quite. uh. something.

it probably won't mean much to you unless you're a Phantom Thief, but it appears to be a grandiose castle of epic proportions. sandcastles are a common thing, but Akira goes through incredible lengths to recall every little detail he can must about his and his friend's very first Palace. let's assume that there are some types of sand castle molds that assist him in sculpting, because even he doesn't have that kind of Proficiency to make such a thing happen. regardless, he is so entranced in his handiwork that he does not appear to notice you stopping to look.

do what you will, but please don't step on his sand Palace. it will make him sad. :( at least let him do it so he can watch it crumble like the good old days....... ]

THREE ― WILDCARD

( belated top level, but i welcome any wildcards if you'd like to do something different! hit me up or add me @ sustain if i haven't added you already!! )

[ruffboi]

[Whistles at that firm handshake, shaking back with a little more firmness himself. Anyone with a little sense would be very worried right about now. No surprises, Magnus is not.]

Ooh boy, you're strong, huh? Yeah, you'll be fine without magic. Okay, let's do this!

[And as he pulls his hand away from the handshake, swinging the other fist to try and hit him in the jaw.]

Sorey

[likethelight]

[ "So, did we really...?"

Oh. my. god. THESE ARE NOT WORDS YOU SAY TOGETHER LIKE THAT. Especially when he was already a little.. squirrely about the whole having to stay warm virtual memory thing with the— ] ...

[ YOU KNOW IT DOESN'T MATTER WHAT IT WAS OR HOW IT WORKS can we just pretend it didn't happen!! Or talk about it!! People will misunderstand!!

Congratulations, Sorey. You've earned a rather heated flush that creeps up Allen's neck at that. And he's pale enough it's rather noticeable. ]

Like...wise... [ shoot him now

He'd cough but that'd be even more noticeably awkward then so he just.. wrinkles his nose. With a bit of a pinched expression he tries to smile through. ]

I, ah... take it you're not a researcher then..?

liar

[fatgun]

Hee hee, do you like watching people get sick? That's a troubling hobby.

[Must be a sadist... how creepy.......]

you

[fatgun]

from here

[Nooo, he's helping! This is how a game is played, if not the game at hand.]

Hmm... 60 degrees? [60 degrees from what, Joshua???] You can't miss it!

[tricksune]

[ More concerned about the state of her stuff than his wellbeing, I see how it is. He rubs at his GRIEVOUS INJURY (aka the little red splotch where she's knocked into him) as he looks at this horrible sticker that started it all.

It's really not so bad... Besides the arson, maybe. But Ann lights shit ablaze all the time, so. Of all of them, the one that actually captures his attention is— ]

It's just introductions—they're useful. Now I can tell that perhaps you're less of a brute than you seem.

[ somehow this isn't sounded out as an insult. ]

This place takes time to get accustomed to, but the sky is beautiful.

[fakers]

There are plenty of alien creatures here, but some from our world as well. What they don't have here, there are usually rough equivalents for.

[ he assumes the "our world" part, since he has no idea if this kid is really from Earth, but... for the most part, the refugees he's met have been. ]

Though it's tricky figuring out what equates to what, that's also some of the fun of cooking.

[tummyflowers]

Oh... oh right. Your apple. Carry on, Merlin.

[He's going to probably just sing a song about failure but he'll try to do it quietly and not bother anyone.]

[tummyflowers]

Oh, you know, it just occurred to me that I actually have an allergy to those. [He makes an incredibly fake 'cough cough' sound that actually has him saying "cough cough".] Yes, it's very unfortunate. I swear they'll be the death of me someday.

[silverhound]

A slightly pained grunt escapes Loz once he rolls his right shoulder. This old fart is pretty damn strong! He wasn't all that ready for such strength but that just makes the fight more exhilarating.

"Of course I can!" Loz snarls as he gets ready to charge the behemoth. He takes a moment to toss off his gauntlet before doing so. This is a contest of strength, not a fight to the death. Loz can tell that much considering how the old man didn't pull a weapon him. So just like that, Loz tosses the enormous gauntlet onto the sandy ground with a slight clank. He eases himself into stance before before charging at the old man with all he has.

"FIGHT ME!" Loz roars as he attacks his opponent with a powerful right hook. His punches might not have too much effect on a man like Reinhardt due to the knight's absurd strength but Loz is strong enough to split a man's skull in two. He follows up that jab with a more powerful uppercut that is quickly followed with a swift kick. The old man better be swift or hearty enough to withstand this onslaught.

Loz is fighting for real.

[baguablade]

Surely with our powers combined...

[ They'll smack that melon instead of summoning and environmental-themed superhero! Which is probably just as well, there's an awful lot of littering going on at this beach party.

On the other hand, the spider who can project voices into people's minds definitely does not sound like a story for another day when Cain's interest is piqued by that mention of nasty creatures. ]

But what sort of creatures are around here? The sort that aren't prone to encroaching on the outskirts I'd hope...

[ There are a lot of swimmers far out in the water, after all... And he doesn't have too much hope of not needing to use the sword at his side. How many times has he had to fend off monsters who thought the people of a small village would be an easy snack? ]

[ruffboi]

Uh-huh! He was pretty famous, too.

[Seems like his communicator just got a buzz! He glances down at it.]

Oh, he says he has an assload of Michelin stars! [A second and another buzz later.] Wait, no. He would, if the committee wasn't so corrupt. Hmm.

[r3f4c70r3d]

[ Well that was anti-climactic. However ]

No. Jack...Jack is my problem. From the information I've gathered, you and the others already defeated him once. When-- if he wakes up-- please, let me be the one to take care of it.

[ Not because she has much of a game plan (all she has is a gun and determination) but because she feels a sense of responsibility. Jack may have used her, made her complicit in his crimes, but as far as she's concerned she still helped enable him. Helped him grow into what he became. Helped him hurt. No one else was going to get hurt because of her or Jack ever again.

All that and, unfortunately, he's her family. ]

Until then, all I ask is that you not inform others of my relationship to him.

[ruffboi]

I wasn't going to hit you! I have total control. Anyway, I'll hit those watermelons later.

[Twirling his bat in his hand.]

What're you up to, buddy? Enjoying the beach?

two

[jurisdick]

[ it's not that he really bothered with kamoshida's palace much. he hadn't really had reason to know it existed, or of the key words, while the phantom thieves were traversing through it. and since he didn't suspect the group until much later, he wouldn't have had the opportunity to tail them inside. but everything this kid does is with a purpose, so it doesn't take a genius (or ace detective) to conclude that this must be the castle they had mentioned during meetings. or something similar to it, depending on akira's actual artistic ability. wasn't the scrawny kid the artist?

anyway, that sand castle is begging for trouble. he can't blatantly step on it - why would the kindhearted, charismatic detective do such a thing?! - but he can think of a clever way of destroying it. but he'll start innocuously enough, standing a few feet away from akira and the castle. ]

Feeling homesick, Joker? [ it's said pleasantly.... but. but yeah. he's wearing trunks and that stupid water resistant button-down shirt with a water gun. he's only here because of his roommate and idiot extraordinaire junpei. so it's really "fate" he run into someone he may or may not be avoiding. ]

Olympia residential district - okay to make our TDM thread game canon?

[kaleorbekaled]

[She's nervous around all of these new people, but she's forcing herself to get out and explore because it will make things easier for her friends when they eventually wake up. So she's out, exploring, and taking in all of the new sights and smells. At some point, she'll have to make herself find work that isn't modeling for someone highly questionable, because four hundred silver or not, she has no desire to do that again.

Up ahead, the posture and the clear difficulty the other girl is having are the things that get Kale's attention first. She's somewhat reluctant to make eye contact with people on the best of days, so she approaches tentatively, not wanting to be a bother, but wanting to make sure that the girl is okay before she continues along on her own.]

Um...excuse me, but are you all right?