nysalogs | ❪ introlog: #2 ❫ THE CALM. -- the overflow.

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?

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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.

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[ She has a point, but it's not something he likes. Reinhardt has always preferred fair fights. There was no honor in cheating, no glory in victory against a weaker and less skilled opponent. A fight in a ring was far too different to him than one out in a warzone. And even there, he had his own personal rules he followed. ] Because it's not fair. It's not right. The arena is not a battlefield. It is the realm of sportsmen and under different rules. [ Normally. There are no rules here that he can see. It bothers him a lot and it takes much not to just jump into the ring each time he sees one person beating the snot out of another long after the other had the ability to fight back anymore. ] In a spar, I think it makes for a better challenge to have rules attached. [ Even if it means his loss, because he was unwilling to break them. But when he lost, he didn't whine about it, he just trained harder for next time. ]

It is why I don't like things like this. No one has any honor here.

[ He frowns and then grins at her and her assessment of smaller fighters. She sounds very knowledgeable indeed. ] A chess game? I like chess a lot, but I've been told I use my knights and rooks too much. But a fight is not like chess. I have never known a battle where the plan has survived the first two minutes of combat. You can plan ahead, but only so far. Tides change too swiftly and you have to go by guts and instinct and the orders of your commanding officer!

[If he wanted honor, underground fighting wasn't the place to find it. That only came from having a cause beyond making a quick buck. It's a sentiment she understands, however.]

And just how do you think your commanding officers do things? You plan, you study the potential outcomes, you rearrange your men as needed, and where brute force doesn't work you use cunning and intellect that the enemy doesn't expect from you. Otherwise, it's just throwing men at a problem until one side or the other is out of people.

[Briggs' soldiers may not mourn the dead, but they sure as hell weren't going to die just because some idiot couldn't come up with a better idea. Her men meant more to her than fodder for someone else's glory.]

They usually groan in the background. [ He can still remember the reactions to his charging out to demand those in King's Row to come out and fight him after they had been told to be quiet. A knight wasn't quiet. They didn't sneak about! But he supposed Jack must have planned for that too. Still, her words make him smile a little.]

You sound like you've had a lot of experience with that. I've never been a commander so I've never had that headache. But I can see your point of view even if I can't agree with it.

[ He can't because that's what the Crusaders ultimately were. The men and women you threw at a problem. All of them gone, but a sacrifice that had to be made for the good of all. ] But I suppose that's because I was part of a shield wall. We're made to be thrown at a problem and stopping it in it's tracks. And you, ma'am?

[Olivier makes a noise of disgust at that. There were far too many in the military who took that approach. She knew better - a commander shouldn't ask their men to do anything they wouldn't. It was why Briggs ran so well.]

A wall stands better when its bricks hold together instead of being thrown at the enemy.

[There was a reason Fort Briggs and its men were known as the Perfect Defense.]

Major General Olivier Armstrong, commander Fort Briggs, Amestrian military. Unlike those commanders you spoke of, some of us do get our hands just as dirty as the rest of the squad.

Reinhardt Wilhelm, Sergeant Major in the Crusaders, Overwatch Lieutenant... [ He vastly prefers his NCO title to his Officer one ]

[ Reinhardt frowns. Perhaps he hadn't said it right. But he knows that this woman had sort of insulted his former commander. He couldn't let that stand. Even if it's because her tactics and Balderich's had been much different. ]

Other commanders. The ones that hid behind out shields, yes. But Major General... Forgive me for my insolence, but you are wrong. Wrong about my commander. Balderich was a good man. And a great leader. He was always at the head of our battalion. The first in battle and the last to leave. He went in knowing we were outmatched. He came out victorious so many times. And when he died... When our wall finally fell, brick by brick, it was only because it was our last stand. My brothers...My king...they all died in glory that day, holding the line so that the rest of my country could have the time they needed to gather the strength to fight back and win. They threw everything they could and more and they turned the tide of the entire war in my country. I will not allow you to make light of that sacrifice.

[ And there is a deep note of regret it in voice. A tone that says he wished he had been there. But then it is gone and he's a little more amicable once more.]

Now Commander Morrison on the other hand... I think he wanted badly to be out with us, but he had to be behind the desk, wrangling with politics and red tape and appeasing far too many people.

I do not envy him, or you, Major General. It is not easy to make such decisions. I prefer to be just another brick.

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