❪ 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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shinjiro aragaki | persona 3

[ax]

ORIGINAL TOPLEVEL

new tag-ins are ok!

RIZA

[ax]

[ from here

he's not an idiot, but it still takes him a hot few seconds before he takes her hand, his eyes firmly elsewhere. it's necessary... he just needs to get off this thing. he doesn't even quite notice how firm her grip is; because it's not like he holds hands with women on a daily basis.

there's a lot of anticipation when light suddenly floods his vision. he grips her hand a little more tightly on reflex, bracing himself for whatever that's coming. it's hot, it's dizzying, but thankfully it doesn't last longer than a moment. he's staggering when it stops, but has steady enough footing to keep himself from falling over.

shinji's breathing is labored when he lets go of her hand, eyes screwed shut against the nausea. ]

[strictdiscipline]

[ Even after he lets go, her hand still hovers nearby, ready and waiting to grab hold of him again should he lose his footing and topple over. He's taller than she is by a good margin, but she thinks she'll be able to at least keep him upright if nothing else.

But her precaution's wasted as the seconds tick by and he moves no closer to tipping horizontal, though the worry stays right where it is on her face. ]

Do you need to sit?

[ There's no one here save for them. No one will judge. ]

ANN

[ax]

[ from here

hurry up, she says...

but alright. despite the fact that it feels a little like he's being bossed into this, shinji steps forward onto the platform before taking her hand. there's no real preparation for something he has no idea how it's going to go. and when the light floods over them all shinji can do is shut his eyes against it. ]

[burglarize]

[ It's way different than anything she anticipates, even when they morph to the metaverse. Ann feels his warmth against her palm, but as the teleporter does its job...he'll feel her grasp grow tighter. Ann was nervous, but did well to not show it.

Throughout the entire duration, Ann's eyes remain shut and her hand clutches to his for dear life. It lasts for brief moments until she can hear the chatter of El Nysa's residents in the distance. But, she's frozen — still holding on. Sorry. ]

ARCHER

[ax]

[ from here

he wasn't expecting the critique. it's not unwelcome, but maybe a little surprising. obviously this guy knows food. ]

Yeah? What spices would you put in it?

[ is he shirking duties a little to talk about food? maybe. ]

[fakers]

A good question.

[ he hadn't really thought it out... so he'll contemplate that for a moment. and then give some suggestion that i don't want to look up, because i'm not sure i'm ready to go that deep into Vegetable Stew lore. ]

Then again, finding all these things can be difficult here.

YUSUKE

[ax]

[ from here

cooking for people and eating with them are two different things. usually shinjiro is content just watching them eat, so the offer comes unexpected. a lot of things about this guy comes unexpected. and he seems to be a little bit of a weirdo...

but that's alright. it's oddly endearing. ]

Eating my own food on the clock? I'll pass.

Just don't get sick in front of my booth. Make sure you go somewhere else.

[ that's bad for business, y'know. although he's imagining a skinny guy eating an entire table's worth of food would be a sight to see. right up until he gets sick from it, that is. ]

[tricksune]

[ What a diligent employee. Of course he wouldn't do anything to detract from his customer base, he'll puke at a competitor's stall or something.

Though that shouldn't really be a concern; he lets out a soft chuckle, confident in his ability. Not that eating way too much is a... talent or anything. Or that this is something he can actually manage. Just let him dream. ]

Not to worry. [ Yusuke'll deal with the consequences for himself. He leans onto the booth's little counter, all settled and ready for Culinary Adventure. ] You only need to concern yourself with serving your finest dishes.

A2

[ax]

[ from here ]

The hell are you, a kid? Don't go around trusting everything that goes on paper.

[ why is he stuck doing this, is what shinji wants to know. ]

[atwo]

Do I look like a child? [ she isn't about to admit that she is only, like, four years old to him because that would make her a child of sorts. ]

I just want an answer to my question.

RAI

[ax]

[ from here

shinji has met his share of weirdos in his life, but none has ever been anything like this. he can't help but stare at the man's blank face, the barely noticeable shift in his expression that he would have missed if he blinked. then to the - what the hell is that, a napkin? a bib? on the beach??

the pan almost burns while he's too busy staring, so shinji hastily looks away to tend to the food. a bowl of ramen appears in front of rai a few minutes later, and it looks even weirder because ramen is the least fancy of street food. ]

Uh... enjoy.

[ask]

[ if shinji is disturbed by his process of eating .... rai doesn't notice. if anything, he seems far more focused on getting his fix. his ramen... fix. he's been craving it since they had left thesa. though the overlords of that station had provided him with a means of cooking ramen, being incapable of that, left him high and dry and without it. especially when their descent had already been planned for.

so when the dish arrives, he's pleased. the aroma. the smell of garlic and the wooden stakes in his hand were all proof that this was real. this was his dish. with that, he takes his first bite. his eyes widen. just slightly. it was a different flavor than what frankenstein had often prepared for him, but it was still quite good.

intriguing. ] ... [ but, because he's just.. staring into the bowl in disbelief, it probably seems like something is wrong.

i'm sorry. i'm still just sorry. ]

HARU

[ax]

[ from here

the given name is too familiar for him. so even if she says that, he's still not going to use it just yet. maybe later if they ever get to know each other a little better, but it would also go against what he personally wants... how difficult.

he ignores that anyway, because she's here to eat and he's here to make that happen. apparently. ]

The special's pretty good. I'd say everything's good.

Any food you don't like? Picky?

[ that's the first time he's asked someone that, so maybe haru should feel a little cared for... ]

[frombetrayal]

No, I'm not a particularly picky eater.

[That's sort of a lie. She has a preference for well-made food - but, from the smell of things, Shinjiro's food will suit her tastes quite nicely.]

But thank you for asking.

[It's kind of him! ...kinder than he wants to come across, probably. At least he can brush it off as just trying to provide decent customer service, or even as something he's doing just so she won't send it back and demand that he remake it.]

MIKLEO

[ax]

[ from here

look he's all about efficiency and antisocialism, ok. this greeting is perfect for that. shinji pauses, taking a moment to look down at the stove and the many saute pans littered across it. ]

Stir frys, poached fish, couple side dishes. What do you want?

[circulets]

... I wouldn't mind the poached fish to go. Though, the choices are fairly surprising.

[ The food isn't for him. And, considering the first dish that he had while he's been in this situation, he's sure that anyone would be happy to have something more... normal. Well, normal for him, anyways. ]

RIN

[ax]

[ from here ]

Obviously I can only make what I have.

[ and it's an interesting challenge personally... he does like cooking new things? only when he's not getting slammed by waves of beachgoers. by now it's a little past the lunch rush so he has a chance to breathe a little. ]

There's a lot you can do with the ingredients... Just gotta be creative.

[demonly]

So cool...

[ Personally, he is unsure if he'd be able to hink on the fly like that, even in his own kitchen, so there's a definite expression of respect that comes off him as he studies the array of cooking utensils. ]

It looks fun, I wanna try doing something like that!! Ya must have done stuff like this a lot at home or something...

IZUMO

[ax]

[ from here

oh... he wasn't even aware that he would be relieved some time. maybe he missed that when the owner was rattling out his duties. maybe he was more preoccupied with thinking about what sorts of dishes he was gonna make. either way, her presence is a welcome surprise, and shinji stands back from the stove, wiping sweat off his forehead. ]

If you wanna help, sure.

[ yes please. he may be a little tired... not that he'll admit it. ]

I need the vegetables chopped and check the fryer for the fish. Think you can handle that?

[polkabrows]

Just worry about your loyal fanbase, [ she says, dismissing his concern with a wave of her hand and an airy tone. she slips the apron over her neck and around her waist, waiting till it's secure before stepping up to do as he's said.

to her credit, she is no slouch in the proverbial kitchen, handling both tasks well enough. her hands, though small, work quickly and deftly, and she seems more than content enough to do this all with as minimal interaction as possible.

too bad they're working in a small stand barely larger than a portapotty. ]

MIKAZUKI

[ax]

[ from here

rations. shinji's brow raises, but it's hidden under the beanie he's wearing. the kid looks small and young, couldn't be older than late teen at best... and yet, rations. ]

Sure you can. [ he takes a moment to look around to make sure the owner isn't there; it's not like he has the authority to hand out food, but... why the fuck not. he doesn't see the owner anywhere so he'll do whatever he wants. ]

You're in the military?

[sparsity]

[ Hearing the question itself doesn't slow him down much with more food on the horizon, even though it probably should. Twisting a chunk of meat around on his fork, he inspects it before it goes down the hatch too. ]

Paramilitary. [ A sullen tilt of his wrists beside his plate. ] We were a private security group.

[ With businesses beside it; mining, the orphanage, the school. Before, well.

Everything. ]

WAVER

[ax]

[ from here ]

That ain't any of your business.

[ and he doesn't like making himself suffer... or so shinji tells himself. justifying his action would be pretty lame though, even if this makes him look like some deranged masochist. ]

[chickenhearted]

Hmph! Fine, whatever you say.

[ he relents a little and folds his arms over his chest. ]

I'm sure these nametags aren't even true, anyway. Otherwise they wouldn't say such stupid things.