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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I mean, yeah, but I don't really prefer a fist fight. [ He tended to work in a giant gundanium robot, but if h had to fight his way out of a corner he was gonna try his damndest. He's no Heero Yuy who can bend iron with his hands or some shit, but he's got a few little hidden knives and lots of tiny body parts that are hard to grab when he wants them to be. He's not the one made for hand to hand combat, basically. ]

I can if I'm feeling squirrelly or have to, just not my uh.. preferred way of fighting it out.

Right...

[They never did get too into their respective uh...pilot lives in their previous conversation. Maybe by design, he won't push it.]

So you're saying you could use some work.

Nah. I think I can still remember all my angles for neck breaking and the lot. [ There's a little smirk there as if to ask Keith if he knows any of those, but he'd probably be miffed if he did. No one needs to be as versed at killing things as he is, if he's honest. Duo shrugs, casual as ever about being a creepy bastard - ]

Some things no one really should know other than me, either. But I guess if we ever need to bomb build you can ask me.

[Why.

That's interesting, something he'd like to know just to know it, but how...unexpected. He's not gonna ask to learn, lest he come off bizarre.]

Bomb build?

[That, however, has little to do with self-defense. Duo just became The Most Suspicious Guy In The Universe.]

Listen, you can make that face all you want but if shit goes south here you aren't gonna fist and feet your way out of an entire city.

[ It helps to know multiple ways to get the hell out of there, and even Duo isn't going to sit around and pretend that he could. Not without a gundam, at least. He shrugs, willing to just move along even if Keith isn't, kind of drop the subject and just move along with their lives as if he hadn't brought it up. Doesn't negate the offer, just, you know... Duo moves to their right, looking around in the little alcove there, wondering what the point is in all of this, really. There seem to be a good few winding places that don't end up anywhere, don't serve any particular purpose, and in Duo's mind that means its only purpose isn't for this little fight club gathering they have going on here. ]

This place seems like it was man for hiding shit before it hid this fight club ... thing.. Lots of places that go no where and tunnels meant for.. nothing..

[Keith: terrorist in training. It seems as though he and Duo have a few things to discuss -- but not here. Why did he ever suggest exploring this dingy place? It's...creepy. Tunnels leading to nowhere and such; he doesn't like the look of it, even if it's all been repurposed now.]

Yeah, makes sense.

[What they'd have to hide, though, does not. He's already been extra sketchy about this place, now the fight club's stoking that paranoia, weird. Avoiding the extra-sketchy crawlspaces, Keith eventually finds himself in a room no bigger than an average bathroom; it's empty, minus an overturned wooden box and an empty hook protruding from the wall around eye-level.]

What do you think of this place so far?

[Not the fight club, the planet.]

If you mean like... this.. thing..? Uh, dude, it looks like somewhere you take people to flay them. [ The look he gives is a bit of one of those 'are you kidding me?' jams, but the braided pilot's been in actual dungeons and jail cells before, meaning he isn't too deterred. At some point a flashlight appears out of his get up and he's using it to peer in to the darker corners of the rooms he stumbles in to, or just the... crawl spaces he can find.

But then he decides to elaborate. ]

If you're talkin' about the planet and all that it's... I mean not bad so far I guess. Haven't been around long enough to really get a good handle on it, and I don't... like putting too much trust in to new people in power too quick, you know?

[ Child soldier paranoia : at the peak. ]

We'll see. I'm not sure I wanna put too much stock in anyone at the moment to be honest.

[There's a thoughtful look about the immediate area; it's not what he's referring to, but that's -- why? Legit conclusion, but why? He'll not encourage any elaboration there; it was a sound explanation to start with.

Moreover, he'll give a half-nod. In his mind, the entire thing's bullshit, but vocally disconnecting and trying to strike up a war of some sort on a planet you've been stranded on (essentially) won't help anything. The last place he'd like to end up, objectively speaking, would be: alien prison.]

Yeah, [A pause. He hasn't any real reason to feel sketchy about this planet other than the GLARINGLY OBVIOUS FACTS. He'd like to have a bit more, but...in due time. Maybe.] don't.

[Ominous as that may be, again, he's without hard-hitting evidence.]

[ Listen, Keith, you try being a kid who's basically lived by himself from the beginning. He's heard a lot of horror stories told by older kids, adults that just wanted to scare the shit out of him, everything. Nothing is all that shocking to him, anymore, either.. which may be the reason for his lack of brain to mouth filter.

He laughs slightly as he's advised not to, shrugging black clad shoulders. ]

Look, I helped kick up a rebellion before and you bet your ass I'll do it again if I have to. Blown up world or not, I'm not doin' a bunch of shit I don't have a concept of consequences over.

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