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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Comments

[abyssalarcana]

Oh no, do I need an examination?

[The situation is dire, doctor, and now the joke's on you, as she places a hand to her forehead as if checking her temperature. She's doing a poor job of holding back her own grin, though.]

[hot_mes]

[oh no they're being cute how can he handle it?

by blushing and drawing his head down into his collar of feathers, apparently]

Keep that up and I might have to insist on a...thorough exam.

[abyssalarcana]

[You tall cheating bastard, Law, hiding like that. She can barely make out much of his face at all, between the feathers and the hat, but she snickers at the innuendo.]

Hmm, it has been a little while since my last checkup.

[Apparently more than a few days is just too many days.]

[so_dark_a_road]

Ah, so you went wandering besides the waves. [ Smile ] Did you sing to the sea?

I'll try to finish the craft as soon as I can. I am eager to see you.

ii;

[restinglichface]

[Alphys looks like she could use a lifeline.

Lup hasn't exactly adjusted to the new weather yet, she's still wearing the usual shorts and crop top she'd be sporting back in the other world, but she doesn't appear to be too bothered by the new chill as she approaches her friend on the shoreline.]

You look lost, sis. What brings you over to our island?

[abyssalarcana]

"I see. I think I had heard something along those lines. Although it's strange, isn't it - some of these beings, the ones who call themselves gods, managed to survive, but as far as we've seen, not one of their hosts did. Has it ever been said which there were more of?"

This is a better topic to be on, she decides, and she does seem to relax a little as she focuses on her line of questioning. It sounds like this - oh, what was the word? Well, doctor, in any case, has been paying some attention to the information gained before her arrival, and she's eager for anything that might provide some new insight.

[so_dark_a_road]

"I doubt this. Our gods have great respect for the power of language, and when they made the Elves, they called us the Quendi, which means the speakers. They gifted us with the intelligence to create language, and the passion to name things. I was not always in agreement with them on certain other important matters, nor was my family, but we respected them for the freedom they gave us to name ourselves and to invoke that power to determine our own fates."

"I'll give you my full name. However. . . "

He stops and thinks for a moment.

"I think that if you want the same information about the rest of my family, you will have to ask them. Their names are their own, and not mine to give away."

"Besides, I think my name is worth fifteen minutes' of conversation. But if you insist on more, is there something else you would accept in lieu of these other names?"

[bythewaves]

[ Maglor smiles back, still a little apologetic ]

And it to me. [ He nods, eyes lighting to hear that ]

I would like that. Are the others alright?

Bruce Banner: OTA

[zen_en_vert]

West Island Coastline

Bruce stands out on the edge of the water, and contemplates the distance. The opposite shoreline is in sight. On Earth, it'd be an easy swim.

It'd be an easy swim if it were safe, that is- allowing for tides, allowing for predators. It'd be awfully easy to be eaten or swept out to sea or whatnot.

Still, he could probably do it. If the other guy were here to intervene, it'd be no trouble whatsoever. But what would that mean, if it did come true?

And why risk it?


Silence

So, there's something here he half remembers, have half-decided to forget. It's a part of town more shadowed than the rest, all grim and quiet, not tropical, not- not right.

Bruce stands at the edge of little Silent Hill and shivers, at a sound that almost catches his ear. Is it- a siren?

And then behind him comes the sound of footsteps. He turns over his shoulder and sees something running at him.

Monsters don't have a way off the island, and doors are still opening. Opening right now in some cases.

Bruce curses, and sets off at a sprint. Whether or not the other guy is coming out to help, he can't sit back and do nothing.

Quentin Coldwater: OTA

[magician_king]

Orchard

Quentin believes, in a very powerful way, in life going in circles. He finds himself in an orchard, and decides that yes.

He spends a day there, dawn to dawn, all the way through. He eats fruit from the trees and lays down in the grass when he needs to sleep.

He cracks circumstances. It's a brute force process, and he does a lot of it with his eyes shut, his hands in the grass. He needs the shape of the planet, the texture of the air. He needs magnetic fields, he needs leylines, and a sense of the orbit around the sun, the paths of the moons.

He's there to be interrupted, even if he does move a bit like a sleepwalker.


Hotsprings

When there's little else to do, Quentin washes up at the hotsprings. It feels like a shame to use showers when you have a place like this to come to.

Quentin is a fighter in nerd's clothing- when he shrugs the star trek t-shirt and cardigan and ill fitting cuordoroys off, his body tells a strange story. He's got muscle to him, he's got scars, he's got a vicious burn in the centre of his back, and it's ringed by a complex tattoo of a pentacle that the initiated may recognize as a demon trap. One of his shoulders and one of his knees have each been replaced with prosthetics. They're wood- not in the sense of pirates and peglegs, but living wooden skin, like a carved statue has come to life. He's been hit with a sword or two- and weirder stuff besides.

He slips into one of the pools in a hurry, and immediately curses, loudly;

"Shit!"

He's forgotten his glasses, and they're now in the water. Quentin lets out an exasperated sigh, and begins patting.

[abyssalarcana]

So he is of a truly ancient line, then. It explains a few things. He is no simple elf, but one the planetouched fey. Eladrin, they are called in her world. One of the oldest races created by the gods, and often celestials in their own right.

Disgusting.

"No, that's fine. Your full name only, none of your kin. I will accept that for your fifteen minutes."

[hot_mes]

[at least she gets a good solid peek of an eye directed at her from between cap and collar]

I was right. You are insatiable.

This place might keep me busy for a while. But a message can't hurt, to see if I'm available.

[abyssalarcana]

[Yeah, she had a feeling he might not be able to or want to keep up with her. She'll probably find others. And at least it's nothing like those terrible first couple months of nothing at all, here.

She seems to accept his statement, though it's accompanied by a slight shake of her head as if disappointed, and she leans lightly against him.]

You don't look very busy right now.

we can

[soldier_blade]

All of it was a good start, as far as she could determine. The water in the spirals still seemed to work as well, but she wasn't sure how long that would hold. "Same as yours. Search and get everyone organized. My quarters aren't on this island, so who knows how many others could be displaced."

Though to use the term when they were all displaced on this realm was almost redundant. "Could use HQ as a gathering spot until everyone's accounted for."

The only temples they had on the island were of Rage and Confusion, and like hell did she trust any gathering in there.

iii

[disequilibrium]

[ Hopeless? Not quite. It’s restlessness which dogs at Kylo’s heels, bringing him to the shore of the North Island and into the path of a stranger's sales technique. At the other man's approach, he slants a suspicious look in his direction. ]

For what cost?

[so_dark_a_road]

There are similarities across the worlds, it seems! Curufin's people are also called the Eldar, the People of the Stars. It denotes that they are the oldest of sentient beings, and though not celestials, they are distantly related to them.

Curufin nods. "Very well. It's Curufinwë, in the original language. I normally go by Curufin Fëanorion. I am also called Atarinkë."

"And now on to the conversation, for if I begin to tell family stories, I will use up the time unprofitably. What do you think of this world the gods have just brought us to? Have you lived on an island before?"

[abyssalarcana]

She keeps her poker face quite nicely as he lists his names. Good, good - she repeats them mentally, intending to write them down once he has gone. It will be nice to have them recorded in the library at Ironhold when she returns. Should they ever find the path to his world, he will find himself in grave danger. The name will give Amamot an immense advantage when he places his Geas on Curufin's mind, and he will serve them well to betray his elven people.

Some day. Perhaps.

Caedra is not a creature who habitually keeps her word, but it will serve her well to play along, she decides. Especially since he was so willing to give her what she asked for.

"No, I have never been on an island. I don't think I would do well on one either. Cabin fever, isn't that what it's called in Common? To be cooped up in one place for too long."

nice

[so_dark_a_road]

"True. We may need to find living space for displaced people. I believe there are unused apartments in the spires, as Oscar said when he responded to Henry's Guard summons. A few, at least. We might also ask Margaery Tyrell if she would accept any guests in the Sewing Shop. There are also a few other shops on this island, and perhaps they could be commandeered as temporary shelters. And I agree, HQ would be good for a gathering center. There is also the Armory."

Curufin leaves the temples off his list for the same reason as Sonya does.

"I'm going to build a couple of boats. I've already marked out the trees I'm going to cut, the location for the work, and I have plans. Henry has asked me to focus on this project. But of course I'm available for whatever I'm needed for. Especially if any of the tunnel creatures have managed to come with us. We all had better be watching out for those."

[so_dark_a_road]

[ Curufin is working on the boats as usual, under the eaves of the Park's woods, in the boatbuilding shed he put up as soon as he arrived. He takes breaks occasionally to come down to the cliffs and fish. He arrives now, fishing pole and basket in hand, and finds this very young man sitting near the cliff's edge. ]

Hello? Are you all right? [ Calm voice, concerned. ]

[so_dark_a_road]

[ Maglor's smiles are heartening to Curufin, whatever kind they are. ]

The sea loves you, I think. And it is especially good if the sea of this world feels the same way!

I certainly hope they are all right. I have not heard from Maedhros, Fingon, or Cel. Have you?

[outofthefire]

Yes. She does.

[ugh, ugh, ugh. she would've known had she asked]

Fine. [she pours a 22 ounce glass of wheat beer]

Knock yourself out.

[myrealname]

A jungle doesn't sound like a good option, either. Aren't there poisonous snakes in the jungle?

[aaaaand, now it's raining. Jane pulls the hood up on her hoodie]

Yeah? How would you have done that?

[but the need the network to communicate with each other]

[toiletseat_girl]

[George also turns to face the ocean]

That would be nice, but I'm not gonna bet on it. Not anytime soon. We'll probably have to build our own somehow.

[myrealname]

[she smiles back, a little awkwardly. she can definitely tell that he's not human, but she's not going to be pushy and ask about it]

I know about the Staten Island Ferry?

I'm Alice. Alice Ayres. I just got here.

[outofthefire]

At least you've got the hot springs? And, hi Barkspawn.

[Laura giggles a little]

I guess so. I'm nowhere near home, though, so I'm probably gonna have to sleep at the Speakeasy.