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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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[ Maglor looks very thoughtful at that - he was the artist of the family, but Curufin is actually an architect and smith, not a boat-builder, by trade. To be Noldor is to make, and to learn, and Maglor had a thoroughly Noldorin education, even if he decided to throw it all aside for music later. Some things stick. ]

Metal... that is a thought. It would need to be very thin, and the size... I think our normal shapes for boats would not work. Not enough displacement of the hulls for them to float. Perhaps a flat bottom, the way the Men do it might work better, with metal. What is a sub?

[he's not even paying attention to his fishing pole anymore, but he's not getting bites anyway. alien fish just don't know good bait.]

A submarine - a ship that travels underwater. My Polar Tang is one, and while it does have a rounded keel, not square...I suppose it also has enough air inside to compensate.

The Null's metal was heavier, at least in later adaptations as they tried to keep themselves from getting sliced open. Unless it's possible to reforge it and hammer it out into thin sheets? [he seems to remember something about one of the elves having a forge]

[ THey can fish later and Maglor can try and charm some fish out of the water for him? ]

Ah! That is an innovation none of us had considered. But a bit too complicated for now, I think.

[ He nods ] If the material is good enough, it should be easy enough to melt down and reforge. Curufin or Celebrimbor would be the best to ask though - I fear I neglected much of my forge-studies. It never sang to me as it did to my brother or my nephew.

[eh, he'll just teleport some out of the water when he gets bored]

Yeah. There's no need to go that far when a regular ship will do. I'll check with Curufin-ya, then.

[with a small smirk] I'm sure you have other skills instead. We can't all be jacks-of-all-trades, there's too many trades.

[ Isn't that cheating? ]

I can sing the wind down and coax the waves to something less rough, but actual ship-building is probably beyond me. [ Maglor agrees with a laugh ] A basic sword I could forge, but the details, well. I'll leave that to those who know best.

[of course it is. ain't nobody got time to sit here and hook fish all day]

...yeah that doesn't help much without the ship. What, are you technically a sea-elf or something?

[he teases but what, he doesn't know]

[ Maglor thought that was the point? ]

Not quite! [ Maglor laughs ] Although some of my brothers used to tease me that I was more Teler than our half-teleri cousins! But calling the wind is easy, when one knows how. And water and I have... an understanding.

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You say that like it's alive.

[if it is, maybe that's why it hates him...]

I don't think I'll ever not be surprised by other-worlders and their real magic.

Not directly, but... [ But in his own world the spirits that govern the waters watch over him, partly as jailors, partly as friends, partly for their own inscrutable reasons ]

But everything that exists has a life of it's own, of a sort. And in my world, in the waters can still be heard the echo of the First Song, the Great Music which upholds the world. My folk are just... a little more in tune with it, that's all.

[seeing as the fishing pole is just a prop to keep his hands full at the moment, Law reels it in and sets it aside, moving to find a seat on one of the rocks.]

Interesting. But still weird. [that said...] It reminds me of various martial arts theories, about feeling the breath of all things.

[ Maglor settles back against the sun warmed rocks and considers ]

It does not sound that dissimilar.

[ He agrees ] Although I cannot say of certain, of course. And admittedly, my family are somewhat more talented in that area than others, and as a bard, my skills with the Music are somewhat unusual, even amongst my kin.

[ He's hardly the strongest, or the most skilled. But a bard may do and hear things in the Song that few others can ]

But Finrod might have described it more as... we know how to talk to the world, to get it to answer us back.

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Hm. I suppose if it's innate, then it shouldn't be a surprise that it works across worlds. [much like his haki] I suppose I would have to see it in action to understand fully.

[it's not a request, but it's not not an invitation if Maglor wants to have some fun]

[ Maglor considers and then reaches out to the waves, already so close to him.

Not his world, not his ocean, but he's tied so closely to water.

He calls to the sea, to it's memory of waves. Waves are easy, after all. Croons to it, a voice that is song and not song, that is water itself given voice, raises a wave and holds it, pulls it up and up into a water spout, before letting it go, a shower of rain in his voice that is echoed in the water falling around them.

After, he pants, exhausted ]

[impressive...now what can he use this for? always considering practicality, utility...]

I see. It takes effort, then, does it?

Aye.

[ Maglor slumps back against the rock tiredly ]

More here than it does at home. The water at home knows me. This place does not - it takes a good deal of coaxing, and drains me for anything significant after.

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Ah.

[well, not going to ask him to do that again without a damn good reason, then]

Still. You don't know how much you miss the sea until it's gone.

That much is true!

[ Maglor nods, relaxed now ]

We really will have to see if we can turn the metal into a boat.

Put that idea in the heads of your kin, then. [Law sure can't do it, might as well tap someone who can] We've got time, it seems. I think we might be on this world for a while, so long as the Null don't track us down. They can experiment with it, see if it works.

I will do so! I should try and track them down, I think. I don't know if any of them are on this island.

...do you need to get to one of the others? I can manage that, if necessary.

[he only offers to those who are on his Like list...and those who might be useful to him]

[ Maglor considers, trailing a hand in the waves idly ]

Not much point, I think. I can tell them to try over the communicators, just as easily. I'm not much good in the forge except to keep the fires going and beat out the metal! And that's terribly boring.

All right. Suit yourself.

[a moment of quiet lapses after that, which is always a good sign to Law that he needs to move on. Collecting his fishing apparatus, he gets up and gives the water a glance. Should he cheat and fling a few fish out? Nah, he's got enough and it's been enough of a waste of time.]

I've got more work to do. Enjoy your...stroll, I guess.

With the fish? [ Maglor startles, and looks apologetic ]

Forgive me, Law - I had forgotten. I can try and coax a few up for you, if you want.

It's not necessary. I can do the same if I really want to.

[but there's no need. Even with fridges and freezers having power again, it seems excessive to just load up on fish. He'll live.]

Alright. [ Maglor nods, accepting ] If you need a hand, my friend, do let me know.

If you see my brothers before I reach them, can you let them know I am alright? I'll speak to Curufin of the boats though.

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