Event Log: The Beach Episode

[hadrielmods]

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...

► This log covers May 27th-June 10th.
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[roseofthetyrells]

Orcs? What are orcs?

I wouldn't trust them, either. Or we could have an incident like the Null attack again and lose power.

[restinglichface]

Don't worry, hun, I'm all about squeezing into cramped spaces. We can just curl up together real close. Get our girl cuddle on.

[Which is absolutely the best kind of cuddling. That's a proven fact.]

Paint our nails. Chow down on some choice snacks. Hey, we can even watch more of your cartoon or whatever.

[pocketspa]

[Well, if he came for encouragement on that, he came to the right guy.]

Y'know, the liches in charge. Assholes who run the joint and use our feelings to do things. You don't sweat it, they get nothin'. It can, uh, get complicated, but if they're gonna use me as an elven battery I'm getting every piece outta their deal.

[knifecollecting]

[Jo laughs quietly.]

Yeah. Waiting sucks.

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[bythewaves]

The Enemy's greatest resource.

[ He grimaces ]

They... say they were elves, once. Taken and twisted and bred to a race of creatures who delight only in havoc and death. Foul and misshapen, they hate everything, themselves and their master only a little less then us.

[so_dark_a_road]

[ "Aulë, we have a small problem. Do you think you could, um. . . ?" ]

She was, except she married me!

[so_dark_a_road]

How did you defend yourself, then?

[so_dark_a_road]

"It's a small island," Curufin answers, with an answering smile. He has an appreciation for a handsome man, there's no denying this.

"Pleased to meet you, Captain Alucard Emery!" He clasps the offered hand in greeting. "I know that Henry asked you to speak with me and give me your best advice on the boat-building project. Can you start by telling me a little about your career, and what sort of ships you've captained?"

[so_dark_a_road]

Judge, jury, and executioner. "Sounds efficient," Curufin remarks with a little smile. "Good thing for me that you didn't exist in my universe."

"And good thing your Corsai and Machai didn't, either. They'd have made a sepulcher of my world, I suspect." So great was the violence in that world that the smoke of ruin must have blackened the sky in the last years that Curufin can remember. Adding sin-created monsters would have been over-kill.

But he smiles again at the talk of music. Even when it's used for such a purpose. "What happens, exactly, when you sing your particular song? Do the sinners recognize that they are about to meet their demise, or are they oblivious?"

[bythewaves]

[ Maglor raises an eyebrow at him ]

Yes I can see how marrying my disreputable brother made cracks in her good behaviour!

[pocketspa]

[He only laughs harder at her obvious discomfort, because that's the kinda guy he is. He never really thought they might be an item anyway. A guy that whips his dripper out on the network does not date a woman with this few smiles. Regardless, the conversation is coming back to him, so he has more to say.]

Uh, yeah. Twins, babe. Can't be that hard to figure out.

[They still get mistaken for each other, every once in a while. They've both been in Hadriel too long to pull it super well, though. It's mostly newbies.]

[pocketspa]

[He immediately bursts into laughter, hands going to his sides as he tilts backwards on his heels and up again.]

Listen, while that would've been great, chaboy's got needs that aren't dick. I got a great boyfriend of my own, y'know. Nah, like, you run some errands for me or owe me a coupla favors. Easy stuff.

[odinbolt]

( She averts her eyes as he gets undressed, concentrating on just how fascinating some of the rock structures are until she hears the okay. )

I don't remember the last time I was at a hot spring...

( Back when Cocoon was still governed by Fal'Cie, by the Sanctum, probably. )

[odinbolt]

( There's other options, but the woman changes the topic before Serah can broach them, and instead she smiles, pushing her ponytail back over her shoulder. )

Yeah. ( Exactly that. ) I don't think we've met. My name's Serah, and you're...?

[claritatis]

Mm, alright. [Ignis takes the suggestion with little further prompting required, lightly keeping a hand on Kate despite neither of them being the type to really need help should they slip.

It isn't a topic easily broached, but if anyone were to begin to try to untangle the knots and ties that bind Ignis so peculiarly to his closest friend, it would be Kate. The person who has managed to get closer to him than almost anyone else.

He doesn't realise how strong the wind had grown until they're out of it, and he exhales sharply when it's no longer pressing against them. Much better.]

[claritatis]

Ignis only observes Curufin while he talks, with the vaguely unimpressed air of someone who has drawn a thick line under a conversational topic and is being forced to listen to further exposition on it regardless. Unfortunately, the elf touches on several of the problems Ignis had with Maglor's approach without actually mitigating any of them.

The potential of docks are certainly a better thing to speak about, because Ignis has no desire at all to get into another argument with another elf regarding the blatant provocation of daemons and the lack of said daemons' desire to necessarily focus their attentions on the person who provoked them.

So, he says nothing to the explanation, rather leaning on the desk and focusing his attention on the drawings.

"We should keep things as simple as possible," he states - it isn't really a 'suggestion'. "Our access to resources is never guaranteed, and there are a large number of factors we aren't yet able to take into account. We haven't seen a storm here thus far, but I don't doubt they will occur, given the capricious nature of Hope and his ilk. It will do us little good to expend all our efforts on something that then breaks beyond our means to quickly repair it."

A stable means to step on and step off. Do they need anything more?

"That would be my advice. Once we're more certain of weather conditions and the sustainability of any structures we secure to the shoreline, we can add further elaborations."

[so_dark_a_road]

[ Curufin smiles back. ]

But I thought she did pretty well with the situation, considering.

Besides, I made sure that if anybody was going to cast any aspersions, they cast them at me, not her.

[ This is true. If he even heard a whisper of disapproval being directed at Sulriel for her choice of a mate, Curufin tracked down the whisperer and tossed that person over the garden wall. ]

[darknstormy]

"Wait, wait, WAIT!" Seth objected and pulled to make him stop.

He'd noticed Leo sinking further than his steps in the wet sand. "Least let me see if I can carry you. There's no point comin' out here and not testin' out a few things! Just get on my back. If I can't swim with you on it, you can always step on me to get out of the water. We won't go more than chest deep. Come on, Buddy."

It wasn't some morbid curiosity or half effort urging that Seth gave. There was real concern, refusing to give up--genuinely invested in the results of what he proposed. He refused to give up on Leo. What if the islands went completely under water? Or if they were on a boat and it capsized? Seth needed to know the kid could be saved.

"It'll be the last thing we try today, I promise."

[dedikated]

( It isn't much quieter, not with the winds battering anything within earshot, creating an all too familiar din, but they're not directly facing it, and that's an improvement.

Still, Kate's arms wrap around herself as she leans back against the rock, her gaze fixed on his face, brown eyes dark and inscrutable. It had seemed so simple before, that Noctis was just his friend, his prince. She can understand that. Understand the need to protect him which comes with a lifelong friendship. But it doesn't feel that simple any more, when logical worries and reasons to hold back get thrown out of the window and disregarded. )

I... think I'm missing something here.

( She's done foolish things in the name of protecting someone, followed Marc into a job that tore at every part of the conscience, jumped in front of a dragon in the name of not seeing Faith's fire extinguished. But it feels like she's missing some part of the puzzle that explains just why he went from A to "let's swim in unknown, choppy waters". )

[so_dark_a_road]

The thing was, Margaery had never provoked the demon. Caedra murdered her with no provocation at all. To Curufin's mind, this is very likely the model for future behavior. He has no solution for the problem, though he has attempted to make human contact with Caedra himself, in hopes of getting a clue as to what might motivate her to stop killing -- assuming that there is even a ghost of a chance that this might be possible. In the service of the community, he will leave no stone unturned. And as for the disagreement between Ignis and Maglor, he hasn't got a solution for that, either, or even a mitigation. But perhaps in time, solutions will be deliberately devised or will grow out of everyone's attempts. Curufin can see from Ignis' manner that he doesn't wish to discuss any of this further, and so the Elf refrains.

But back to the piers, which are a much more easily solved problem. And one that needs attention now, as Ignis indicates.

"I agree. The simplest plan is best. The structures need to be built solidly and the piles sunk deep. That way, the possibility of storm damage is lessened and if there is any later, it will be easier to repair."

He quickly finishes the last sketch and adds in some measurements. These several drawings show different views of a very basic design, a walkway carried on partially-sunk columns, with tie rails and cleats for tie-ups and mooring.

"What do you think?"

[so_dark_a_road]

[ It did help that Curufin had access to shelves of texts and manuals as well as to the ships themselves. The authors were eloquent and graphic on the topic of ship construction.]

I do indeed understand you.

And the problem, of course, is that we have no idea how far we'd need to sail. We'd have to guess. [ This is assuming that Curufin is invited. Even if he's not, he'd still be happy to build the ship, or to help build it. It's too interesting a problem to turn down. ] How soon would you want to set off on this voyage of discovery? Do you have a timeline, or are you just waiting to see what happens here, before deciding?

[so_dark_a_road]

Do you know which island your brother is on? I can take you there, as soon as the boat is finished. But it's good you have Hiryu for company. Are you managing to find food? There is some at the Firehouse and at Guard HQ and in a few other places here. I can show you. [ Because a kid shouldn't have to fend for himself! ]

Want to wrap this one? Catch you in a later thread!

[so_dark_a_road]

I certainly could contact those people! It would be good to have structures for embarking and disembarking -- one problem out of the way!

All right, so I'll see you later today or maybe tomorrow morning. Dress warm, it's a bit chilly out here on the water.

[circumitus]

Rey is quick to jump on the chance of a subject shift, glancing at her phone in her hand.

"Mn, was thinking of contacting him with something along those lines. No doubt they'll probably complain that we can't all just swim or grow wings and fly between islands."

Confusion seems more partial to complaints while Tranquility has expressed a less than caring attitude more often than not. She hates talking to them about anything, really.

[bythewaves]

I think she rather thought so.

[ Maglor says fondly ]

It grieved us all when you drifted apart.