❪ 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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Ramsay Bolton | Game of Thrones

[veneries]

WARNINGS FOR: a terrible person pretending to be someone he's not. He'll be avoiding actual violence/etc in these threads, but there may be mentions of things like abuse, violence, manipulation in the threads below.

HOME SWEET HOME: 1-A
[There's a man just off a main street, in the middle of pulling his shirt off and turning it inside out so that the sticker that declares Hello! My name is Ramsay Bolton! Secretly, I lie to everyone, care only about myself, and killed my own father will be hidden against his skin.

The second part of the enchanted message doesn't bother him- but if he's going to pass himself off as Willem from the Riverlands then he's not about to give himself away on the first day.

He's not being secretive about changing his shirt in the middle of town, so if he catches anyone staring after he's done, he'll approach them with a smile.]
Is something wrong? Can I help you?

HOME SWEET HOME: 1-B
[The market here sells things he'd never seen before, foods and goods that fascinate and intrigue him. He browses slowly, taking the time to listen to the pitches from the salespeople without ever seeming to buy anything. One or twice he charms his way into a free sample, but mostly he's here for information.

A few items catch his interest: a set of impossibly sharp hunting knives; fabric that's both warm and light which might make a good cloak; a pineapple; something like an ipod that plays something like hip-hop. He stops and pays attention to each for long enough and with such curiosity that someone might come explain the item to him.]

BEACH PARTY 2-A
[Sporting a new short haircut, a (ladies') wide-brimmed hat that shades his face from the sun, a bright smile, and a pair of bright pink swimming shorts, Ramsay takes a moment to survey the beach as he steps onto the hot sand.

It's strange to go from the onset of winter in the North to... this. The sun is bright, the water doesn't promise death the minute one steps in, no one seems concerned about survival... it's the epitome of everything he's heard about the South.

The men in the North are sullen and suspicious, slow to trust and not altogether easy to fool. These sweet southerners?

He has a bottle of sunscreen and skin pale as winter.] Excuse me, would you be willing to give me a moment?

BEACH PARTY 2-B
[Despite everything, he ends up avoiding the ocean, choosing instead to sample the food.

He finds himself next to the donation pocket, patting his pockets like he's lost his coinpurse. (He just didn't bring it. He knows better than to go out in public like this where there are likely thieves or worse).

Is there a good Samaritan out there who'll help a newcomer out? Don't suggest washing the dishes.]

BEACH PARTY 2-C
[Speaking of thievery, luck drops a lost coinpurse right into path at some point late in the day- he finds one under a chair.

The owner of the purse was smart enough to leave their name on it, so he spends an hour hunting them down to return it.... after he's emptied it of anything he recognises as valuable.

Eventually he finds the owner, approaching with a serious look on his face. It's almost like he feels back returning your empty purse to you.]
Is this yours? I found it discarded near the outhouse.

@tailorable

[veneries]

[ From here.

He's going to have to ask his housemate about machines when he gets home. Right now he's still 90% certain it's magic.]

What about your land? Is it much like this?

[tailorable]

Sort of. It's, like, old-fashioned in some ways here but more advanced in others.

[ He laughs at himself. ]

Sorry, that's not very helpful, is it?

[veneries]

Not exactly, no. [But he's smiling too, so it must be fine.]

Is it like the ship we awoke on? The kind that sits up in nothingness above the land?

@panzersoldat

[veneries]

[From here.

It would be appropriate to feel apprehensive as a towering man approaches, but Ramsay meets his eyes calmly. He has a shiv in a hidden seam on the inside of his shorts- and while the man is tall enough that sticking him in the jugular will be a challenge, Ramsay has every confidence in his speed if the man wants to start something.

It's almost a disappointment when he man just hands him some money. The fool.

But he smiles, because that's what Willem would do-] I thank you, ser. Truly.

[panzersoldat]

[ 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.

[veneries]

[Mention of the fighting piques his interest, but first-]

Dangerous sorts? I'll be sure to keep my eyes out. [He grins, thinking of the shiv in the seam of his shorts.

Now, onto what sounds like an infinitely more interesting topic:] But what of this fighting tonight? I've heard nothing of it?

Beach Party 2-B

[pricechecked]

Just take it.

[Victarion? He's got himself a bucket of food that he thinks shouldn't go back quickly. The stuff that will go bad right away he's taking only to eat now. This is less about feasting and more about plundering.

And oh yes, he recognizes him. He's trying to work out what that means. He'd been convinced his 'other' family had all been fake.]

warnings for murderous thoughts????

[veneries]

I've not much other choice, without coin. [Washing the plates is not an option.

But rather than move on and ignore the old man who's being unhelpful, he pauses. It's the old man who'd been his uncle in the simulation.

Ramsay's been weighing just what he she do about those he met there, who knew his real name. It's too crowded here to consider murder an option, especially if he's establishing himself as Willem.] You're... Victarion, aren't you?

it's okay vic has them a lot too

[pricechecked]

Ramsay. [He might be a big grey bullock, but it wasn't like he didn't remember names. He was now sizing him up, noting already he looked a bit... different. He couldn't pin down why, though.] I didn't think you were real.

[But apparently he was. Funny world, that.]

@flayjoy - warnings for gaslighting and other kinds of fuckery

[veneries]

[From here.

If he hadn't already heard the story in great detail, Ramsay would might have been on the back foot a moment, actually surprised by this different version of events the other man had lived through.

But he has heard it, and the confusion that crosses his face is a complete fiction.] Over a month?

[Not that it's hard to deny it, given that it never happened.]

Are you- You haven't received a head wound?

[reek]

[ He has actually received a head wound. Ramsay had backhanded him so hard that it had both shattered his cheekbone and made him lose consciousness. He woke some time later with a mouthful of blood and his head in pain, but he remembers it all so clearly. Dreadfort men pouring through the gates, Ironborn and Northmen hopeless to defend themselves as they were cut down and the order was made: Burn it, burn it all. Smiler’s mane alight with flames, the screams, the screams, then nothing. Silence, darkness, nothing more. He’s replayed those scenes so many times in his mind, it’s difficult to escape them now.

Why doesn’t this face fit the one he remembers? Why does it seem like everything he knows is being slowly deconstructed and rebuilt into something he doesn’t recognize at all?

The man doesn’t deny it, though, and all Theon can do is laugh, a harsh, crazed sort of laugh that indicates a man on edge, a man who could fall to pieces at any moment. ]

Ramsay Snow. You are Ramsay Snow. You must be Ramsay Snow.

[ He always did laugh at all the wrong things, and now it seems as though he can’t actually stop laughing. ]

[veneries]

[Until now Ramsay had been crouched before the man, now he takes a seat next to him. He places a firm, steadying hand against the man's neck, turning him so they're facing each other firmly.

It's not quite a cross, but it's tempting to pull the shiv out of the seam of his shorts to press up against the veins in Reek's neck. He can visualise it, the knife against that pulse, just breaking the skin-

but he settles for trying to press his thumb against it instead. It isn't gentle, even if it might look it from a distance.

His voice is calm and almost sweet, like he's talking to a wild animal.] Bolton. My name is Ramsay Bolton, son of Roose Bolton, and I was never at Winterfell.

@triplerose

[veneries]

[From here.

Perhaps it's just the sun making him feel too hot, but he looks almost apprehensive about spending a lot of time with the others from Westeros.] I'm- just a simple miller's son. I've no place in the company of the Queen of Westeros.

[triplerose]

Yet you have a place in the company of her brother.

[ The tone is light. It's the most Loras has felt like himself in months. He presses his hand lightly to his new friend's back. ] She's quite sweet, but I suppose she can be a bit overwhelming. I've no idea where she's gotten to anyway.

[veneries]

[Sweet summer child.]

She's here? [Ramsay looks up at down the beach, as though he'll see the queen in all her finery. (Or better yet, in the skimpy cuts of cloth the women here seem to think counts for clothing.)]

Home Sweet Home 1-A

[shashka]

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

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

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

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

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

[ said with just the right amount of sweetness. ]

[veneries]

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

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

[shashka]

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

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

[ keyword is meant to be. ]

2A

[priorly]

[Well, that's quite the ensemble. The hat, Prior's almost sure he could carry off himself, off a better day. Instead he's in more severe attire: black cotton shirt buttoned to the throat and sleeves to both wrists, albeit with something appropriately floaty over the top.

Can he spare a moment?]

At least two, depending what they're for.

[veneries]

[Ramsay has yet to meet a single man in armour who looks like they could defend themselves. He'd laugh if he weren't playing a role.]

I'm told this ointment is for the skin on a hot day- but I'm unable to reach past my shoulders. Would you be willing to do the rest?

[You'd be really helping a poor nobody out.]

2a

[nineteenfortyfive]

[She's learned that bathing attire can vary quite a lot from place to place and world to world, but this man's is... well, it's something. It certainly catches her attention, and before she really realizes she's staring, he's speaking.]

Sorry. Can I help you?

[From one person who probably shouldn't in the sun to another.]

[veneries]

[She's a stranger so Ramsay doesn't mind the staring, even if he can't place what she's staring at. Everything in this land is so different from Westeros, he imagines it's similar for everyone else.

He smiles brightly at her.] My apologies, my lady. I'm told this ointment is for the skin on a hot day- but I'm unable to reach past my shoulders. Would you be willing to do the rest? I understand if it's not appropriate...

@shooktheworld

[veneries]

[From here.]

No, and there are only two beds. I've claimed that one. [He waves the knife towards the room closest to the front door.] I hope you don't mind.

[Not that he'd do anything if Randall did mind. Better to make that clear as soon as possible if they had to actually like in this tiny little shack together.]

[shooktheworld]

I imagine they're both the same.

[And if they weren't, he could just turn his bed into something nicer.]

I'd be careful with that knife. You're going to ruin your clothes.