❪ 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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Arya Stark | Game of Thrones

[listofnames]

[Original thread here. New threads welcome.]

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[toten_sie]

[ Randel's been munching happily on some asparagus and carrots, but upon turning at the question, his eyes light up. He hasn't had melons for ages, and never one that bright red, but it smells delicious. ]

No, but it looks good!

[listofnames]

[Honestly, Arya is always just a little pleased to hear from someone who doesn't already know about everything she herself is unfamiliar with. Being the one out of the loop gets a little tiring.

She slurps at one broken off piece inelegantly.]

You should try giving one a whack. It's worth looking ridiculous for.

[toten_sie]

What's ridiculous about eating a melon?

[ Where he'd grown up, the only concern one had for eating was whether or not there was food. Otherwise, the Tumbleweeds didn't really worry about table manners. ]

Maes Hughes

[listofnames]

[From here.]

I think I can figure out seed spitting on my own, thanks.

[She wonders briefly if her father would have taught her how to spit seeds. Perhaps when no one else was looking. He might worry that she or one of the younger boys might do it while guests were present, and that could end badly depending on their guests. Her heart aches for the former head of the Stark household, but she tucks those feelings away.

Still, she can appreciate a good dad, and he gets a small smile out of her.]

Anyway, you'll have to get your own. I'm afraid I've claimed this entire melon.

[fathographer]

[He pulls his hands back to himself at her claim. She's smiling as she says it, at least, but he remembers the bit he'd taken and wonders if that had gone wrong.]

Of course. Sorry about that, Miss. If you give me a minute...

[Maes gets up and goes over to the pile of melons that have been broken that no one wants, and selects a couple of pieces. The largest one gets offered to the girl as he rejoins her.]

I'm Maes. Maes Hughes.

[listofnames]

[Arya accepts the offered melon as recompense. All is forgiven, not that she was all that upset to begin with. It's the principle of it. She's a little more at ease with him now that she's getting a better idea of his character.

Though it will take her a while to be completely at ease with anyone, here or in her own world.]

Arya Stark.

[She answers truthfully, though she may not do that with everyone for a while. Maes Hughes doesn't sound too foreign to her - not like some of the other ones she's heard.]

David Haller

[listofnames]

[From here.]

[Arya is incredulous.]

How did they get them so big? Magic? You can't breed watermelons like horses, can you?

[They're plants, and the idea just sounds ridiculous to her. All she knows is that bees and other flower loving insects have something to do with fertilizing plants. Could someone control the bees and tell them where to go?

She doesn't know much about melons, really, and with the machines they have in this place they could do just about anything. Maybe they had similar machines in his world. It isn't all that important, in the long run. She doesn't have a melon that size in front of her now.]

[immeasurably]

[ It's a fair enough reaction, considering. ]

Well, I'm no expert but I imagine watermelons aren't so different from people when it comes to their basic needs. [ Normally he's not one for New Age bullshit but there's definitely something to the notion that plants possess some kind of awareness. That they can be nurtured.

He rubs at his lower lip, eying one of the slices of melon. ]

May I? [ He doesn't want to be rude and just help himself. ]

[listofnames]

[She snorts at that.]

Are you serious? The day I see one watermelon humping another watermelon I'll have to rethink everything I thought I knew about fruit.

[Perhaps they don't entirely have the same mindset here.

When he eyes her own recently won treat she narrows her eyes for a moment then shrugs. Sure, she'll share. At least he'd asked first. If she wants to, she could probably get another, but she can't imagine eating more than one in any given sitting. She'd end up peeing for days.]

Theon Greyjoy

[listofnames]

[From here.]

Robb had his head removed and was placed on a horse like a puppet with his wolf's head on his shoulders instead. Did you know of that?

[It irks her that Theon is speaking of her brother sending out men as if that had happened recently and not years in the past. No one had been looking for her for a long time. When she'd returned to Winterfell the guards didn't even believe her when she gave her name. What is he trying to prove?

She knows very little of the possible discrepancies in time from one refugee to another. Being brought back from the dead is one thing - of course no one is going to remember events that happened after they died. But Theon had still been alive last she'd heard, so there was no reason for him to remember that much less than everyone else.

Though to be fair, even if she'd had more details, she probably wouldn't have been any less blunt.]

[reek]

Aye.

[ His answer is surprisingly soft, and just like that, his smirk is gone. No wound has cut deeper than the knowledge of Robb’s death; the knowledge that he could have been there, he should have been there and he should have died alongside him. Instead, he was hundreds of leagues away, taking Winterfell at its weakest for a father who been nothing but cold and distant. This mess is Theon’s, and there’s nothing he can do to repair it now.

On top of all of that, there’s a problem with Theon’s memories: they don’t match up with anyone else’s. He recalls Ramsay setting Winterfell to the torch, and then nothing but darkness. Other people recall him in different places, recall him doing things he has no recollection of, or remember things happening entirely differently, and it’s the most maddening thing Theon has ever experienced. ]

But he’s here, and he’s awake, just the same as Sansa and Jon.

[listofnames]

No. Not the same at all.

[And Theon should know as much. Being brought here is one thing - being brought here long after death is another. Even the man in front of her is different. He's too much like the man she remembers and less like the man she's heard he's become. Even if it's familiar, it's wrong.

Even knowing something is off, she isn't going to be quick to offer any sympathy. She owes Theon nothing, least of all that.]

I'm sure it's just fine with you, having him back. It's fine with everyone else.

Sansa Stark

[listofnames]

[From here.]

Pods?

[Arya accepts the hug but asks the question over her sister's shoulder as she does so. She's still getting used to some of the terms for things here.] You don't mean those chambers we were asleep in, do you? [That's the only other thing she's heard of referred to as a pod that wouldn't have been obvious to her otherwise.]

As in they tossed you out of the station in them? How is that keeping anyone safe?

[Had there been losses already that she isn't aware of?]

[unprays]

Similar to those, yes.

[ she pulls back, though reluctantly, almost like the contact is the only thing reassuring her that she isn't actually dreaming this, that her sister is truly here in front of her. ]

The station was under attack, they had no choice... or so they said. [ she already knows Arya won't trust their word, and her wariness is making Sansa doubt it, too. ]

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[To here.]

Princess Mipha

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[From here.]

[Mipha's attempts to be friendly don't really have the desired effect. They're not enough for Arya to lower her guard, and she keeps the sea-woman in her sights as she swims backwards further into the ship. She's not afraid, just cautious. Bringing Needle with her into the depths hadn't been an option, so she's unarmed. She also lacks the magical powers many other refugees have.]

Prove it, that's all. Leave or stay where I can see you. I still plan on exploring this ship.

[She just doesn't want this creature at her back when she does.]

[fisherwife]

[Arya looks rather young, though Mipha knows that might not mean much since her own kind grows so slowly. Hylians seemed to grow fast though, and she assumes humans are much the same.

She puts her hands up again in a peaceful gesture and nods in understanding, before clearing her throat]

You're about to run into that pole. [She figures since Arya's swimming backwards, a little heads up will be in order before she goes bumping into things.]

But I understand. I will try to stay within your sights. [She swims a little ahead past Arya then, keeping some distance between the two of them] May I at least have your name?

[listofnames]

I wouldn't have.

[Probably. She stops anyway, readjusting her route. She'd like to think she's more aware of her surroundings than that, but obviously she's a little distracted.

The sea-woman seems sincere, but Arya is having a hard time taking her at her word still. She doesn't want to think of herself as the sort to be easily fooled, and anyone can act genuine. She's done a little bit of acting herself.]

It's Beth. [A lie, but an easy one. She's used this name before. The girl watches carefully as the creature swims past.] Are there more like you here?

Demyx

[listofnames]

[From here.]

I know what you meant.

[She's dismissive, still keeping her attention on what odds and ends are scattered throughout the cabin rather than turning to look at him.]

It just sounds dumb when you say it.

[Arya is sure she should be more sensitive to the cultures of other people here, but that's going to take a little work. Right now she'll use the excuse of being unfamiliar and confused.]

[melodiouspacifist]

Oh...really?

[Hm, he considers this, following after her. The odds and ends are interesting enough, but they don't talk to him, like Arya does.]

I've never heard that before.

[Sensitivity's not needed, it's not like she can hurt his feelings.]

Rocket Raccoon

[listofnames]

[From here.]

I didn't say I had a problem with it. I said it was distracting.

[She has even less of a problem with it if he's going to try and make a mockery of her. She can only imagine how hard it must be getting anyone to take him seriously. That doesn't mean she isn't going to do her best to soundly beat him. The audience can think what they will.]

Are you going to bite my face off or do you have a weapon?

[beatupgrass]

They wouldn't let me use my guns. [He sounds sorely unhappy about it.] So I guess I'm gonna have to be a frickin' barbarian about this.

[On the plus side, despite his mocking her, he clearly has no moral qualms fighting a girl. Gamora would wake up and beat his ass if he said a damn word. It just seems like the fight coordinators were really underestimating both of them.] Word of advice though, sweetheart. We're gonna have to make this look real good if we want any decent fights in here. I kinda get the impression these dudes think we're gonna be shit.

[Clearly they hoped to spare them the shame and embarrassment of being knocked out in one round.] So try not to disappoint me here.

Crowley Eusford

[listofnames]

[From here.]

[She sees the kick coming the moment he pivots. It reminds her of fighting against Brienne, although this man has far more finesse than she does. Someone as small and light as Arya would be easy to kick away.

Unfortunately, seeing it coming doesn't mean she has the ability to get out of the way in time, so instead she has to do the next best thing, which is to let it do as little damage as possible. She shoves herself back just enough that she's already moving in the direction of the kick and can more easily roll away and back onto her feet after it hits instead of having the wind knocked out of her.

He's not going to be a pushover, and that's good. She could use a fight with some difficulty to it, even if means she might lose.

She can't strike again right away, but once more she holds her sword out to let him know she's on her guard, circling him.]

[eusford]

Hoh? You're quick on your feet.

[ And he seems to appreciate it, or at least he isn't outright teasing her for her attempt. It's becoming that much more obvious that she's trained and knows what she's doing—just where is this child coming from? ]

Come. [ He gestures with his sword, wanting her to come forward. ] Get a little more aggressive, or else I might just get bored~ [ And she won't want that unless she's wanting a broken bone somewhere. ]