❪ 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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[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.)]

[triplerose]

She had been. [ Loras casts his look around, and, for a moment, seems to be lost at not knowing where she might be. She's much more eager to experience things here than he is.

No worry. They'll find each other. Loras hasn't quite left her side, she's due some time away from him. Besides, he's got his friend. It's better than watching everyone else. ]

Do you want to get out of the sun? [ He nods vaguely to the large umbrellas stuck in the sand, places for people to take refuge from the burning rays. ]

[veneries]

I'd prefer that to standing around baking. [Even with the lotion applied to his skin he can feel himself heating up (he'd been told what it did and seen others putting it on, but really- what's a little ointment going to do?)]

We don't get weather like this in the Riverlands.

[triplerose]

No, I suppose you don't. I never quite made it that far, but I heard stories.

[ He settles down in the sand next to an umbrella. Loras doesn't need the shade, after all, and he leans back on his hands, legs stretched out in front of him. ]

I'm glad to have found you again. I never did thank you properly for being so kind to me.

[veneries]

[Ramsay settles himself as much under the umbrella. It's more of a relief than he'd thought it would be, even with his hat.

His eyes scour the beach for a moment, keeping an eye out for Jon and Sansa-] For being kind? I don't remember rendering you any service?

[He does, of course, suspect that Loras means sitting with him to eat, engaging him in conversation. It'd be nice to make him say it though.]

[triplerose]

Kindness doesn't require a service.

[ Loras wishes he'd been able to realize that long ago. He knows he was still better than most of his contemporaries in Westeros, but that made him neither good nor kind. ]

It must be silly, that I appreciate your friendliness from that day as much as I do.

[veneries]

We stand together.

[The Frey words, the words that his house would hold if he were really Willem.] You looked as though you needed a friend, Loras. I may not know much, but I know that it costs a man nothing to be kind.

[Ha.]

[triplerose]

[ It makes Loras smile as he squints against the sun. He knows he oughtn't be so trusting after everything, but he has no reason to suspect anything might be amiss. Maybe he's still just a sucker for nice words. ]

Then I'm glad you are that friend.

[veneries]

[Ramsay turns to him, catching the smile and returning it with one of his own.]

Forgive me for saying it, but I never expected you'd be a lord. And now- I'm here in some southern land with Lord Tyrell and the Queen somewhere about. Me- Willem the miller's boy. [Someone else might laugh, Ramsay's smile just widens.] The old gods must be smiling on me.

[triplerose]

[ There's a puff of a laugh. Mostly, it hides Loras' embarrassment - for some reason he'd thought Willem had a different name, but he'd clearly misheard.

Oops. ]

If it matters at all, my preferred title was Ser. I've no claim to either here. You and I are equals here.

[veneries]

[There's no reaction to hearing Willem instead of Ramsay, and that's a good thing.

He laughs easily at the man's comment- what kind of lord would so easily equate himself with a commoner?] It's kind of you to say so.

[triplerose]

[ Loras shifts, moving to hug his knees up to his chest. What kind of lord, indeed. He hasn't quite found the courage yet to decide that the vows he swore to the High Sparrow are null here, so what is he? A self-denounced heir to one of Westeros' greatest houses.

He may be even less than a commoner. ]

It's simply truth.

[veneries]

[Well.

Still smiling, Ramsay reaches over to put a hand on the man's shoulder, offering some comfort to a man in distress- using touch to show himself as a trustworthy and comforting person.]

A truth that not all lords would be willing to say, even here. I suppose lineage really doesn't mean anything here.

[triplerose]

[ The touch is unexpected. Loras flinches at first. He relaxes when he realizes that the touch is well meaning. Willem is quite sweet. Kinder than most. ]

There's something almost funny in it. We spent all that time fighting over names and thrones, and now what was it for? No one's won anything in the end.

[veneries]

[Feeling the man flinch under his hand is thrilling. He keeps the hand steady on his shoulder.

The man's words are less so- being a Bolton doesn't mean nothing here, the traditions of his house and what he'd done to gain it weren't for nothing. He is still a Bolton.]

House Tyrell rose high, in the end? Your sister became Queen. [Three times, if the ravens were to be believed.]

[triplerose]

Westeros is gone. The Iron Throne is gone and all the lives lost in pursuit of it were lost in vain.

[ Whatever pleasant mood Loras may have found himself in, it's gone. He turns to look at Willem, in his ridiculous hat and his bright shorts, and it's so nice to speak to someone who expects nothing of him. ]

I don't mean to burden you. You want to enjoy yourself here, I'm poor company. We'll see each other again soon, yes?

[veneries]

You're leaving? [His face falls.

The man's pain is a tolerable entertainment, finding the emotional bruises to casually bring up and see the man flinch isn't as good as taking a knife to him would be, but it'll do in place of it.

And the man has already proved he can flinch delightfully.]

[triplerose]

[ Oh. Loras hesitates, uncertain of what to do now. ]

Sorry - I thought perhaps - I ought to find my sister. [ And he'd hate to bore Willem, or make him rethink their budding friendship. ]

[veneries]

I understand. [An injured tone enters his voice. He understands perfectly: all that talk about being the same as a commoner was just talk.]

Queen Margaery will be pleased to see you, of course.