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Event Log: The Beach Episode

Who: Everyone!
What: The event log for the transition to our new planet!
Where: The city, which has now been fragmented onto four separate islands.
When: May 27th-June 10th
Warnings: Surf's up! If by 'surf', you mean separation from your friends, weird sea creatures, and cold rainfall.

The sun and the sand and a drink in your hand- well, it all sounded pretty nice when you voted for the island planet, but ultimately what you're getting is a bit less glamorous.

The transition takes place instantaneously, with very little noteworthy shakeup, though those of you who are particularly in-tune with the supernatural may feel a bit dizzied or nauseated by the sudden movement. And that's exactly what it is: for those of you who are outside, the change is fairly noticeable, as in the span of a single blink, what used to be miles of desert is now rocky ocean. The city is simply in one place one moment, and then somewhere entirely new a second later.

And that somewhere new is exciting! The islands have plenty of landscape to explore and weather conditions to adjust to, fish to catch, and- wait, how do you get to the other islands? What if your friends or your home or the bar is on these other islands? Enjoy having to figure out who is where and how you're going to get by with only a small fraction of the city to work off of- hopefully those boats will come sooner rather than later...

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i. west island. | i'd like to move to the beach.

[ GOD, FINALLY... the ocean. His vote paid off.

A vitally important detail to know about Merle Highchurch is that he is, by choice, what the kids call a beach dwarf. He likes to live on the beach. He likes tide pools and standing in the water. He likes sitting on the beach.

Sure, the lack of sand and sunny weather is a bit of a downer in context, but you know what? He's got the party points and the positive attitude to make up for it. Plus... yeah, everyone just kinda did the sand and sun thing for a lot longer than anyone probably liked. Such is the nature of living.

Merle's got no hangups with exploring the new digs. The city itself is basically exactly the same, looks more or less intact where it hasn't been split off from another part of the city, so the real good part is scoping out all the shorelines. It's okay guys Merle is on this.

Not to do anything especially cool or useful. If you're in the market for a shitty weed grandpa, find him on your local rocky beach. Wherever it seems the most relatively drip-free, which is touch and go depending on what kind of outcroppings and stuff he might be able to worm his way into.

He's just chillin'. Watching the water. Don't take it to mean you're safe from conversing with him bc he will do it. ]

ii. east island. | because with the ocean, the scenery is always changin'.

[ Merle probably makes his way around to all the islands eventually, but when he does properly get up and get moving, however it is he does that (our bets are on the flying broomstick, but there's no way he doesn't try some dumb bullshit first), it's inevitable that Merle ends up on the east island.

That's where the orchard is, fam. He likes the ocean and he likes plants. They're like his whole thing.

He's mostly here to check in on all the trees and flowers and stuff, to hang out for a while, standard orchard guy stuff. Is there a weird dwarf-in-appearance, goblin-in-personality dude sitting in a tree, possibly checking out which one has the most ideal ocean view? Yes. Probably. That's him. Sorry if his sandal or croc or whatever it is he wears falls on you. ]

My bad!

[ he might also tool around the hot springs for a while? he's old and he hates shirts, what do you want from him. ]

"You ain't got much of a choice. When the Null show up again, they won't give half a shit if you don't want to fight these asshole's battles, they're gonna try to kill your ass. Hate to break it to you, but even if you can fight a good fight, there's a hell of a lot more of them than there are of you."

That's the ship they're all on, right now. It sucks, but enemy of my enemy and all that shit.

"And I fuckin' get it, I don't like the gods any more than you do. They're fuckin' assholes and they dragged all of us into their blood feud or whatever the fuck this is without givin' us a choice. You wanna make it out of this bullshit in one piece? Gotta work with all of us, fuckin' like it or not. We die and there ain't anybody standin' between you and the robot horde."

Gren's been in this shithole of a city for too long to think that he can tough all of this bullshit out on his own. Been there, done that, cooperation is way easier. And if he's managed to not drop glamour, eat a few annoying people, and fuck off into the sunset by now, anybody can do it.

"Enlightened goddamn self-interest. Try it sometime."

In a matter of seconds, Caedra's rapier takes form in her hand and she holds it at the ready, black eyes watching his every move as if daring him to fuck up.

"Who in the depths are you, that you think you can just show up here and tell me what to do?"

She can't die. Not here, anyway. If the Null want to descend and kill the gods and all these people it won't bother her one bit. Working together? Slim chance. All she has to do is figure out what the nature of the Door is and why it's preventing her from returning home the way she usually would. This asshole seems to assume she has the same limitations as all the other mortals do, and she's poised and ready to show him why making that assumption is the wrong move.

[ The island life so far isn't terrible, but it does make him uneasy to be so separated. Way too spread out. There's safety in numbers, and a lot of the people he'd just started really getting close to here are now on a totally different island. Sure, they can communicate with each other still, but it's not a huge relief at the moment.

Other than that, Damien is just adapting like he always does. The only constant in his life back home - before all of this - was chaos and unpredictability. He tends to also try finding the positive where he can, or at least laughing about any given situation, no matter how absurd. ]

Fucking right about that. Had enough of deserts to last a lifetime.

The view ain't bad, either. Water looks nice, too. Just the kind you'd wanna swim in, but how much you wanna bet they got the equivalent of the Loch Ness monster down there?

Gren is a hundred percent unimpressed by this broad pulling a weapon on him. Sure, whatever, you got a sword, he's got an inherent magical protection against bladed weapons that makes it so that he can't get cut. If she wants to see what happens when that immovable object gets hit by an unstoppable force, like, okay. Waste of everybody's time.

"Whatever, lady. Put your fuckin' dick away."

He's zero percent in the mood for this pissing contest.

"I don't give a shit what you do. Take my advice or don't, it ain't any skin off my ass."

[ It's a loud enough bang to absolutely draw his attention, and he's too damn curious for his own good. Can't just walk on by. Following the source of the sound leads him close to the park, and...one hell of a sight. ]

...The fuck? Buddy, are you seriously...making a surfboard with a bunch of fucking magic knives?

And if you are - you take commissions?

[ Seriously, what's with the knives, though? ]

[ Maglor does eventually pick up, and he smiles sheepishly at Curufin (there's still too much ocean in his eyes though) ]

Curvo. Sorry - did you need me for anything?

"I am minding my own business. The forest is my territory. But pardon my intrusive question." No sarcasm, no innuendo, nothing but a direct response with an open gaze.

The sharp point of her rapier notwithstanding, he is not near enough for her to hit him before he can block, parry, or simply evade. He'll fight if he has to, but not otherwise. Also, he's stubborn and not very easy to get rid of.

The flame shield is suddenly up, but he smiles a little. Fire he understands very well.

"Caedra, suppose we make a deal. Fifteen minutes of conversation. We can always go back to murderous rage later, if you like. We have little to lose. What do you say?"

[ The sea in Maglor's eyes is visible to Curufin! The silver-gray of those eyes seems to change and flow like the cloudy ocean, to suggest the haunting music of the waves. ]

I just wanted to know where you were, and whether you were all right.

[ Curufn's dark gray eyes are warm with love. ]

I do well enough. [ he hums]

I was in the Orchard when it happened. Are you alright? Sorry...I've been distracted...

North Island

i. Guard HQ

Curufin stops in here regularly. He can call the other Guards who have ended up on this island with him, but it is good to check in face-to-face as well. The place is the same as always, except. . . emptier. You'll find Curufin making coffee and sketching a map of the island, to scale.

ii. The Firehouse

Since it was on the north shore of the lake, not far from the Sewing Shop, the Fire Brigade's building along with the fire engines ended up on the south shore of North Island, on the curve of the little bay. Curufin drops in here regularly, just to make sure all is well, even though he doesn't think it is likely there will be a fire any time soon. The fire engines will be usable for other kinds of transportation until their batteries run out of charge. Unfortunately, the charging hubs are in the moped lot on South Island.

iii. South edge of the Park, under the eaves of the trees

Curufin and Celebrimbor have been long maintained a workshop here, a cluster of shacks that each has a craft or storage purpose. Now there is another building, a boat-building shed. Inside, Curufin is working on the first of the two boats he promised Henry he would build. He does it in the style of boat-builders of the First Age of Arda -- he has chalked an outline on the floor, and now he's building from the floor up, starting with the keel. Once he has the basic structures established, including the ribs, he starts on the hull planking. This requires him to soak the cut sections of green wood in water or steam them so that they can be bent to fit the curved shape of the hull, and then they are nailed in place. He's making good progress. If he has coworkers, it would be even better. Visitors welcome as well!

iv. Shoreline

He's rather fascinated by the ocean. He once sailed the Arctic waters of his own world, and he has never forgotten the magnificence of the sea. He can be found taking a break and sitting up on the folded and tumbled rocks of the beach, eyeing the nearest island and mentally making plans for rowing or sailing across once he has the first boat finished.

Or he can be found fishing from a cliff top, throwing the fish into a basket, to be shared with whoever needs food. The food sources here are limited. (Though he and the other harvesters did place food caches in Spires Two and Three, and in Guard HQ and in the Armory, and Pell has a garden in the Park.)

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The bluntness of his retort surprises her enough to get a short laugh instead of something more negative. No, the sword is staying out, but especially now that he's backing off his previous insistent tone, she's willing to let herself be amused, just a little.

"I don't take advice from people who I have never spoken to before and who insist on being so patronizing," she replies. "At least give me a name so I know who thinks he's so important that he can hand out unwanted advice."

"That's not a deal," she replies with a scowl. "That's a request. A deal gets me something I want also."

Little to lose, sure, but nothing to gain either. Especially because every single time this elf has approached her, he has done so with the intent of making her angry. Why would she think this could be any different?

Sonya headed to the HQ as soon as she was (more or less) given her assignment. That she wasn't the only guardsmen on the island was something of a relief; for all the gods seemed keen on their safety, organization seemed at the bottom of the list. The more guardsmen being dispersed on the islands, atleast there was a chance to help keep the rest of them safe.

Of course, there was no real means of knowing 'where' the other guardsmen might be, but HQ seemed good as any. Sooner or later, they usually met there anyway, and no other place would serve till everyone was settled.

She entered the building, about to call out when she spotted Curufin at the coffee maker and near some papers. "How're things looking?"

Greetings could come later, right now they needed to get organized.

so when you're caught in a landslide;
( The watchtower on the Eastern Island is still relatively new to Serah, she hasn't been helping out the guard long and most of that was limited to patrols rather than manning the watchtowers themselves. She spends the better part of the first morning after the shift in planets here, watching the ocean and trying to get a view of any of the other islands.

It's been a long time since she's seen the sea, longer even than her stay in Hadriel. Since leaving New Bodhum to travel through time, visiting parts of Pulse and Cocoon that aren't blessed by lapping waves and an endless expanse of blue.

But here, it's more like a churning ocean and a lot of grey. Still the ocean, but rougher, more dangerous. It moves like a warning to anyone who'd dare cross it. And the rain feels near constant, a fine drizzle which soaks through her clothes in an instant.

Serah comes to the watchtower every day despite the downpours, watches the ocean and the island itself. This is the closest thing to a guard base they have now, and if someone needs help, she tries to be here to offer that. )

i'll be there for you, i'll be there for you;
( But even the most attentive guardsman (or woman, as the case may be) needs a break once in a while. When the rain stops long enough that she can only feel the leftover humidity instead, Serah stretches her legs and wanders the city fragment until she comes to the entrance of the hot springs, inhaling the steam that clouds the entire area with a sigh of contentment.

There is, of course, no point in working oneself to complete exhaustion. Breaks and unwinding are very important in letting the body recuperate. Which is why she makes her way in, changes, and dips her toes - and eventually, her entire self - into a spring with the kind of murmur that comes from hot water washing away every bit of tension in her body. )

This is great.

( And you should definitely join her and relax. )

[he can't talk, he suffered the desert road trips all for the sake of survival. We do what we have to.]

That's unfortunate. This place is...almost exactly like home, for me.

[less so the Grand Line with its bizarre weather patterns, but it smells and feels just like a quiet autumn day on Swallow Island in North Blue. He doesn't even mind the rain, although the visor of his hat keeps it off his face pretty well. The top of the fuzzy ball is all beaded with water, and his shoulders are wet, and he does not care one bit.]

I spent too long in a northern city on the sea. I didn't know what home was until I finally left it.

[Twenty years in that place. And of the memories she has retained of her former life, not all of them are terrible, but she knows that much of it, particularly the latter half, was full of misery. Best not to let any of it come back to her.]

You don't talk about home much. What's it like, where you're from? Other than like this.

"All right, let's negotiate, then. What do you want?" he asks.

Fair enough. She would remember his approach to her at Hope's feast; he certainly had been intent on annoying her.

Curufin came to Guard HQ as soon as he had made the rounds of the island and finished talking to Henry. And he barely got the coffee perking and had thrown himself into a chair and started rapidly sketching the geography, when the door opened and Sonya came in.

He looked up, pleased to see one of his coworkers already. "It looks like you and I and Ignis are the only Guards on this island. I'm putting together what the others have said, and coming up with a rough map now. We've got a few food resources here, too. Pell and Carlisle have gardens in the Park. We put food caches in both the spires, here in HQ, in the Armory, and I think Oscar left some at the Firehouse. And I am fairly sure there are edible fish off the coast and perhaps shellfish among the rocks. Oh, and my workshop is at the edge of the woods, so I have tools and materials to build those boats."

"I haven't yet got started searching the island for people. I guess that's the next step. What are your priorities?"

[ooc: warnings for language because Seth Gecko ]

Love 5 - Backdated to Day 1 / May 27th

"What the fuck?" he muttered while stirring from sleep. Sure, most of the time sex with Margo felt like the earth was moving but they weren't doing the deed and Seth wasn't even dreaming about it. A quick grab and glance at his device let him know the time but no messages about what was going on.

"Everybody still in one piece?" Seth called out to his housemates.

Around East Island - Day 2 or 3

First chance that he got, Seth was out checking his surroundings to see what their neighborhood now had to offer with the sudden water around it.

He was dressed in a black henley with the sleeves pushed up on his forearms. Seth wore a vest to one of his suits over top, hiding the gun tucked in the small of his back. His pants were black jeans with a belt on and boots covered a little by each pant leg.

Not one to be smiling easily, he still might stop to lend a hand if someone is in trouble.

Around East Island - Day 3 or after

Choose your own adventure? Seth might be looking to plunder for supplies. He might be keeping an eye out on who would make a good meal for the sin eater he lives with.

"Your truename, if you know it. Your full common name as well as those of your closest relatives, if not."

Surely that's a perfectly reasonable price for a brief conversation, right? Nothing too crazy, just the tools to hunt him and his kin down once she finally returns home.

[Caedra, by nature, despises those who have anything to do with the guard. Their whole role in the city, as far as she can determine, is to prevent her and those like her from doing what they do best. It makes it awfully hard to have any fun around here.

But they have their uses. They do seem to generally know what's going on around the place. And this one - this woman, who seems to be about to head up to her post, isn't one she recognizes. Good, that makes it easier. She probably knows something vague about Caedra, they probably have some sort of watchlist, but at least there's no personal history to cloud her judgment when all she wants is to ask a simple question.]

Hey. Do you know if anyone here has a boat?

[It's a long shot but why not.]

[S H R U G] Depends on where you are. The four Blue Seas, I expect, are nothing really to talk about. Normal. The Grand Line is much more unpredictable, things can go from troublesome to deadly in a heartbeat.

[he'd ask her more about her northern city but if it brings up bad memories, better off not to pry. He'd probably get shut down anyway so he'll save himself the trouble.]

[Smart move. She's much more interested in asking about where others are from, anyway. And she finds it funny that nobody seems to ever ask about where she lives now - but they probably hear 'demon' and start assuming all sorts of mythology and that suits her fine.]

That sounds exciting. What - what is a Grand Line, though? Why is it so dangerous?

That's a more interesting answer in multiple regards, and he nods in response; he understands the sentiment at least, and she's not wrong about it being barren.

"I think it was part of the Null's thing to wipe out any beings the gods could use to gain energy, so whatever planets they keep bringing us to really are empty except for us." And things like fish, but fish are... Not exactly noteworthy.

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Event Log: The Beach Episode

merle highchurch | ota

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shoreline;

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best lil bro!

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lil bro loves his big bro

Dawwwwww

Curufin | OTA

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Re: Curufin | OTA

serah / east island, ota

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Okay if we assume Sonya helped with the Orchard harvest?

Seth Gecko | East Island - Day 1 closed to housemates, rest are OTA

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Watchtower

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