❪ 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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[daemonized]

Oh? And what exactly is a Keeper of the Moon?

[verflair]

We miqo'te have two distinct tribes. The Seekers of the Sun, like myself, prefer the daylight and the warmth. The Keepers of the Moon are a nocturnal bunch, and keep to the night hours.

[daemonized]

So, a day tribe and a night tribe.

[How novel.]

And do they get along very well? Despite their differing preferences?

[verflair]

As you can imagine, given one tribe is nocturnal and the other diurnal, there is not a lot of overlap. But there has never been ill will between the Keepers and the Seekers. We merely keep to our own more often than not.

[daemonized]

Then, given your prediliction for the sunlight, tell me what it is you find so appealing about its warmth on a day such as today.

[it's so fuckin bright but maybe that's the daemon in him crying foul]

Convince me to appreciate it as much as you do.

[verflair]

To what end? I can appreciate snowy days from the comfortable confines of the indoors just fine, but that doesn’t mean I enjoy being out in the stuff.

[ He motions again at Ardyn’s umbrella. ]

You’re out in the sun as much as you care to be already. Telling you how much I like it isn’t likely to change your opinion.

[daemonized]

Likely not.

[That much is almost a certainty. He just shrugs.]

Though I was merely asking so that you would humor me. Eos has gone without it for such a long time; at least, insofar as what I recall.

[No one else from his world seems to, but that's neither here nor there.]

[verflair]

[ His ears betray the way that catches his attention, pricking forward with sudden interest. ]

There was no sun on Eos?

[ Bro how did u survive?? ]

[daemonized]

[well the whole point generally was that no one would, eventually

But Ardyn doesn't seem surprised that it catches X'rhun's attentions. He'd be more shocked if it didn't.]

Not for years. However, those from my world do not recall this event taking place just yet; as far as they remember, our world still thrives in the sun, though the nights continue to lengthen as time passes.

[verflair]

Twelve, what happened?

[ A natural phenomenon? Maybe, but he’s finding it hard to wrap his head around there being a world where the sun just… disappears like it’s a normal thing to do. ]

[daemonized]

[There's an irony here, with Ardyn being the one to explain all of this.]

There's something in our world called the Starscourge. It's a... disease of sorts, but it's also its own entity, and its sole purpose was always to have blotted out the sun from the sky.

Eventually, it succeeded.

[verflair]

[ There is a part of him that wonders if this Starscourge has something to do with the Storm that claimed so many of their homelands. A precursor? Or perhaps a fragment of the larger whole?

However, it seems uncouth to ask prodding question after prodding question, so he lets himself remain curious. ]

I’m… sorry to hear that.

[daemonized]

[Questions would be met with honest enough answers, hilariously enough. Up until a certain point, at least.

Instead, he waves a hand dismissively.]

Don't be. What point is there, lamenting the state of the world, when it would've been swept away regardless?

[verflair]

[ That's sort of a dire line of thought, but there's no faulting the truth of it. Their worlds are gone, and though Ala Mhigo met the Storm as a free nation, it brings little solace. ]

I suppose.

But what do you mean no one else remembers? Has something happened to their memories? An effect of the Storm, perhaps?

[daemonized]

Not quite. It's simply a matter of timelines not aligning.

[Which is honestly another underlying frustration that he will not remark upon.]

I am from ten years into their future. You can imagine the confusion that brings.

[verflair]

How is that possible?

[ He just sort of assumed that once a world was gone, it was, you know gone. ]

[daemonized]

[Ardyn gives the most helpful response, which is basically a shrug.]

The million gil question. [But he tilts his head in mild curiosity.] Tell me, is there anyone here from your world? And if so, do their "timelines" match up perfectly with your own?

[verflair]

There are a few, but I had not thought to check.

[ He will have to touch base with Alisaie and see what the last thing she recalls is. ]

Mayhaps our illustrious hosts could provide the answer.

[daemonized]

Maybe so. It would be strange if I were the only exception to the rule. There's so much I wish to talk about, and yet I'd be met with nothing more than questions.

[verflair]

Yes, well, a decade's worth of knowledge would draw questions out of anyone, I suppose.

Are there many others from your world here?

[daemonized]

So seems to be the case.

[When in actuality he is just frustrating when it comes to answering questions in a straightforward manner.]

A handful. I even work with one as a member of the royal guard. It's an interesting experience to say the least.

[verflair]

Royal guard?

[ Once again his ears prick in curiosity. ]

Is that something you do here or did on Eos?

[daemonized]

[He finds something funny about that, apparently, based on the way it elicits a chuckle from him.]

No. It's a task I've taken up here, for the time being. On Eos, I was once a Chancellor. Such a meaningless titles now.

[verflair]

And how do you find it, being in the guard?

[ He has himself a little chuckle over the revelation that Ardyn was a politician. That somehow seems fitting, given what little he knows of the man. ]

[daemonized]

Would it be strange for me to say that it's mindless?

[Guard work, mindless. That makes it sound like it's boring, but that's not quite his meaning.]

Or rather, compared to my role before, it's rather... straightforward. If that makes any real sense to you.