❪ 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

Comments

[polkabrows]

[ of course he would manage to spill on the only area of her shirt (which is actually a zip-up hoodie) that wasn't covered by the apron... of course.

well. at least he apologized right away? though the look on her face seems to imply it wouldn't matter if he dropped to his knees and groveled, she'd still look incredibly unhappy about it. ]

Watch it... [ a useless warning at this point, but she moves to set down the newly fried fish onto some papertowels before looking down to assess the damage. at least it wasn't oil... or anything heated.

with a long-suffering sigh, she reaches beneath the apron to unzip the hoodie and shrug it off. this unfortunately just leaves her in the striped bikini she'd worn underneath... which also unfortunately looks a little awkward behind the apron, as the straps all kind of line up so it just... looks like she's wearing only an apron. which wouldn't have been too bad if not for the sudden wolf-whistle that arises from somewhere amidst the long line of their stall.

her cheeks burn a bright pink, and it's that that actually has her turning to shinjiro and snap, ]

Look what you did!

[ax]

[ he's definitely sorry, and fumbles a little with a kitchen towel to try and dab it off of her. but he doesn't get to it in time before she's already undressing? for some reason? ]

What--

[ are you doing?? please leave it on. even though he can see the straps to her swimsuit, it still does look like she's either naked or just wearing her underwear beneath the apron, and the sight has him turning away. the wolf whistling comes right after to add to shinji's misery - for a second he feels stunned from her snapping at him, too.

shinjiro regains his wits moments after, throwing a scary, disgruntled look into the crowd's general direction. it's hard to tell who was the culprit of the whistling, since there are now more than a handful of guys peeking out of line to check izumo out. so he does the first thing that pops into his mind, grabbing his coat that was hanging over a rack and throwing it over her. ]

Wear this.

[polkabrows]

[ you mean your 10 pound red velvet coat, shinji...

okay so maybe it's more like 8 pounds, point is she doesn't expect it at all, leading to a startled yelp when suddenly the world goes dark and warm and—

she resurfaces a couple of seconds later, her hair a rumpled mess now thanks to her seemingly never-ending journey to get out from under there. it's hard to tell if her face is redder because of the lack of oxygen she must have suffered buried under all the fabric and mangst that comprise that coat, or from the gesture itself... ]

I-Idiot! Who's going to wear a heavy coat in the middle of the beach?!

[ says the person who wore a hoodie there, but it's different okay. she can't wear this... it's yours???? THAT'S. LIKE. INTIMATE AND JUNK.

anyway, mr. perv among the crowd persists, letting out some generic catcall, to which izumo finally responds to by shouting: ]

Be quiet or you'll get a face full of hot oil!!

[ which probably wasn't at all part of the guidelines she was hired under... ]

1/2

[ax]

[ look????? he's trying to cover up for his blunder???? and his coat is fine thank you?? there might be a blood stain somewhere on it but it's? fine? it keeps him warm at the beach. never mind that he wasn't wearing it.

and obviously normal people don't wear coats at the beach either so he does feel increasingly like a dumbass. he hasn't clued in to how intimate it might look yet - just don't tell him. and to cover up for his fluster shinji also directs his anger at mr. perv in the crowd. ]

Hey, shut the hell up.

[ax]

[ at least testosterone seems to have done the work? there's some complaints and grumbling and pissing but at least the catcalls seem to have stopped. pervy decides the food is not worth it and leaves the line also. maybe he's also afraid shinji might sock him in the eye instead of handing him food when it's his turn... either way.

he turns back to izumo with a softer expression, almost entirely made of guilt. he feels bad yo. ]

... Can't you put that hoodie back on, then? Didn't have to take it off in the first place.

[polkabrows]

[ izumo is among the people startled by the anger in shinji's tone, the sharp coldness enough to cut even though her own flustered state. she quiets along with the crowd, half-hiding behind the heavy coat she is still holding, before she realizes what she's doing (and the fact that she'd been staring) and hastily turns back away. she busies her hands with neatly folding up that coat and setting it aside, then next grabbing up the jacket she'd somehow dropped in the process. she misses the guilty expression on his face given she's doing all she can to not look at him, but she definitely catches it in his voice when he softens his tone to speak to her. which is somehow worse?? this is the part where she would argue she didn't need his help with that perv, but it seems a moot point now if he's going to redirect the conversation back to the original problem at hand. ]

Idiot, [ she says again, but quieter this time. there is less bite there, and more like a quiet reminder that this is, technically, still his fault. ] I was never going to keep it off. I just took it off to wash it.

[ she holds the hoodie up again, a cotton buffer between them as she steps up, meaning to move around him to reach the little sink in their tiny stand. ]

[ax]

and we're moving once again