September Adventure: Rain Comes

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NEW ISLAND: NUIDAN

Who: Everyone!
What: Nuidan appears, and a new adventure begins
When: September 10th and onward
Where: Nuidan
Warnings: Tag as you go!

Reseed the Meadow So the Cows Don't Starve
As of September 10th, the mana pools on Ensō and its islets will now allow for travel to the new island of Nuidan.

Travelers will arrive on a mana pool situated on the E5 square. The temple is situated in an oasis-like backdrop of amber-colored sands circled with overhanging palm trees. From the island's center, the four corners of the island and its fixed seasonal shifts are more than obvious: to the north, the rainfall-soaked meadows of spring; to the east, the thick clusters of the trees of autumn; to the south, the snow-capped mountains of winter; and to the west, the warm summer sands and pleasant heat.

And inside the temple? The avatar of the island Nuidan is waiting.

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Welcome to the new island of Nuidan! As the island is now accessible, feel free to begin preparations and explorations in this log, create new logs of your own, or use this post as a catch-all for Task completion! For further information in regards to the island, or plotting, the following links may prove handy:

[ ♆ ] OOC info and introductory post
[ ♆ ] Active and Passive Task list
[ ♆ ] Nuidan on the Locations page
[ ♆ ] Search Requests page

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Muffet | OTA

[prettypurpleparlor]

[Some people might be a little unnerved about the idea of further exploration, even after Enso's resident deity assured them that this trip would be safer. Others, well... they show their worry in their own ways.]

[Muffet makes sure to be one of the first people to step out onto the new island, after what happened last time. If there's a danger, she wants to find out about it before anyone else can get hurt. If there really isn't one, she wants to be polite and greet this new god the Storyteller mentioned promptly.]

[After all, it never hurts to make a good first impression.]

[She'll be walking around, looking everything over and checking on people- anyone else who's come to the island today has a good chance of running into her, really, with how she's trying to keep an eye on everyone. She seems as friendly and helpful as always, in perfectly good cheer, but she's just a little more... concerned, about looking after everyone's health and wellbeing than she is normally.]

[Sometimes you just need to fuss over your friends a little. She tries not to bother people too much, at least.]

[In her pack is something she's been working on, ever since she was told about this island's deity- a little gift, one that she really hopes they'll like...]

[antepone]

[ To be sure, she's suspicious and wary of the new island. After Umui, she isn't sure what to expect. And she definitely seems very jumpy, especially when Muffet approaches her. ]

Ah-- I'm sorry. [ She's a giant spider. That's fine. It's not polite to stare, so she kneels down to calm the dog at her feet. Daisy whines as she looks up at Muffet, and Mira calms her by scratching under her chin. ] I think I'm just... worried about what we'll find here.

[rosehecate]

[After arriving on this new and strange island and meeting Harv, it's surprising to Anthy that she actually feels motivated to do something. Then again, the deity of this place did look and act like a dog, and anyone who isn't a human being has always been easier for her to understand and trust. But even with that, it was difficult to know where to begin...was anyone in charge? Could they all just simply do their own thing when it came to this, or should she check with someone?

To be honest, the way Muffet conducts herself is a lot like someone who knows what they're doing, and while Anthy had been staring out at the autumn part of the island (because if there's anything ready to harvest, it would be in autumn, wouldn't it?) she is definitely intrigued by this spider going around and checking on other people the way she does. It's with only a touch of hesitance that she approaches.]

Excuse me? Could I...ask you something, Miss?

Sept 13, CW: Foster, human zombie present

[cacoethes_mori]

[After two days afield, Foster returns to 'home base' with a full pack and a red silken cloak similarly laden, wrapped tightly around a bunch of round lumps.

On his hindquarters, just shy of his hips, crouches a humanoid shape--the crown of delicate blue flowers obscuring the top of its head (and, thankfully, the area where eyes might belong) is really all-too-familiar to anyone who was here just a month ago. But enough about that!

He's here for Muffet, and arrives around the corner at a brisk, spritely trot.]

I was looking for you!

[journalname]

Howdy, Muffet!

[Asgore, at least, looks much more hale and hearty than the last time they had a long conversation.]

How are you today?

[yallstupid]

[Muffet doesn't have to look far to find Guzma - he's sitting with his much larger pokemon, Golisopod - who notices her first and flicks his antennae in greeting - rubbing a bit of witch hazel on a few bee strings he sustained while trying to get some honey. It's not much, and he's so experienced with insects that he knows exactly the right treatment and methods of application to lessen the swelling and itchiness.

In fact, he holds no ill will to the bees that stung him, and seems almost delighted as he's rubbing the herbs on his skin, reaching up an arm to scratch his pokemon under the chin. Of course he'd get stung without proper gear - that's just normal and the bees were protecting their hive and their queen. It's just the same as any other bee pokemon, and thankfully the methods of gathering honey from them were similar to their much tinier counterparts.

There's a scent of smoke that hangs onto his clothes, and it's soon to see where that comes from. A very charred bundle of dry grass is at his side, a tool used to calm the bees and lessen the chance of a swarm. He notices Muffet after a while, idly slapping one of Golisopod's clawed hands away from a stack of honeycomb on a large leaf beside him.]

Sup, Muffy? This new place is dope, yo. Why the heck couldn't we've gotten to this place sooner, huh?! [He grins, then smacks Golisopod's arm again, which was scooting towards the honeycomb again...]/small> Quit it.

[BUT...BUT! 8C]

[onegreeneye]

[Ginko's immediate response to being worried at, of course, has always been to worry right back. Really, if anything, it's kind of a shame when people manage to beat him to it.

But, from what admittedly little he knows of Muffet, he guesses it figures that she'd be able to do that.]

Hey - how're you holding up?

I'm so sorry this is so late

[attheclocktower]

[ Yeah, she's... a bit cautious here too when she turns up. It's an uncomfortable sort of familiar, like being back in the Tower. Not knowing what you'll find. But... Well.

Things seem okay so far? Like some of the forest floors. ]

Hey, Muffet. [ she pauses, glancing around. ] What's it like so far?

Ignis Scientia | Both OTA and Task-Related

[shatteredlenses]

[Ignis isn't one of the first people to visit the new islands. Past experience has left him wary even with the Storyteller's promises. Still, he can't just ignore the promise that comes with this island, especially since he's been looking for just such things ever since this whole 'choose an island' process began.

It's early afternoon when he leaves the temple on his way back to Enso and the islets to gather some supplies for the task he's chosen. It's a fairly simple one, but one that couldn't be more in his wheelhouse if he'd asked for it. After all, it's something he's already been doing in order to help stretch their meat supplies. He's just going to need a few extra hands since this is going to be curing meat for more than just a household. Gladio and Prompto are the first helpers that come to mind, no surprise, but Gladio's skills are very likely to be needed in a million places on this island. While Ignis knows the Shield would be happy to him, for this task, it is probably best he just reap some of the rewards.

Prompto, on the other hand, would probably love the chance to take his guns out and bring back some game. Killing a few wild animals might also help Ardyn blow off some steam, though getting one of these people to help is going to be significantly easier than the other.

Ignis shakes his head, smiling good-naturedly and then heads to the mana pool.

Hours later, those around temple will notice the wonderful smell of smoking meat filling the air. Of all the methods for curing meat, smoking is the one Ignis is the most familiar with and so it is there he starts. His work area is out of the way, but not too far from water so he can grab it when he needs it. It's also not that far away from where people are coming and going in order to go out and explore. It may take longer to finish his task if he is giving out meat, but doesn't care. He'd rather make sure his fellows are well supplied on their journeys.

He's never been afraid of a little extra work anyway, and there are much worse tasks he could be doing than cooking.]

[scourgingstars]

Remind me again why I allowed you to talk me into coming out here--in broad daylight, mind you--to act as errand boy for some deity we've just met.

[Ardyn twirled the usual dagger lazily in one hand as he spoke, the other tilting his hat back just far enough to level a heavily doubting stare at Ignis.]

And better yet, remind me what part of this you think is a good idea.

[want_to_belong]

[Familiar bragging no doubt filled the air for the brief moment that Prompto had ammo that day. Having ten bullets meant he had to aim carefully. Any kills that didn't go down in one hit were finished with a knife. He saved one bullet for emergencies, which gave him nine bodies to bring back. They weren't the biggest animals - after all, he had to be able to take them down physically if a single hit didn't get them - but nine was a good number to work with.

After that he could be found lying on his stomach and watching Ignis cook because they didn't have TV or phones or much else to look at, and the aroma wafting through the air had his stomach growling. He only wished that he could sit down and eat the meat to his fill, but he knew there were too many other people who needed food and Ignis was trying to complete a task.

A strong whiff of the meaty scent blew his way and he breathed in deeply, letting out a wistful sigh in response.]

[tuskenlancer]

[ CT is one of the first to notice the smell of smoking meat, and to be drawn to it. She's been trying valiantly to improve her own cooking skills ever since her arrival, but without any real experience or guide to follow, "edible" is usually the best she can hope for. Certainly she's never managed anything that smells like this.

She finds herself wandering closer almost without meaning to, suddenly aware of how hungry she is after a day of exploring the island. But she doesn't recognize the man curing the meat, and she hesitates at the idea of approaching a stranger - at least, until she sees his dark glasses.

Cooking. Blind. Shit. ]

- Ignis?

[ It's out before she can stop it, before she can think better of it. ]

[savedbyasong]

[Shion on the other hand hadn't hesitated. It was always better to know the dangers. To be prepared for whatever might happen. He hadn't gone far but he had looked around the manager pool and began to get a lay of the land.

He smelled the meat before he saw it and was not at all surprised to see Ignis there. He smiled and drew closer.] Hello Ignis.

12/13 Explorations & Not!Moose Hunting (This can only go well.) Closed to Ardyn & Prompto

[shatteredlenses]

[Ignis knew going into it that this exploration was going to be cold, though he may have underestimated just how cold it was going to be. They'd survived the sun dying and the cold that came with that, but this was a completely different thing, wind whipping snow into the tiniest gaps in clothing and coats. Prompto, at least, was set for this kind of weather considering he was dressed for the snows of Niflheim when he arrived here. Ardyn doesn't feel heat or cold, which just left him freezing, but unwilling to say anything. Of course, he must have failed to hide his discomfort miserably since it hadn't taken long at all for Ardyn to sigh and drop his coat over Ignis' shoulders.

It isn't hard to admit, after that, that he suddenly understands why Asch stole Ardyn's coat and wore it through much of the darkness that followed the sun's death. Ardyn might not feel heat and cold, but his coat is certainly one of the warmest things Ignis has ever worn.

He tucks his chin farther into the collar, senses focused as outward as possible considering they're moving through unfamiliar terrain. Both Prompto and Ardyn have helped him when needed, but he would rather they be able to keep their senses turned outward as well. It won't do for something to sneak up on them while they are focused on helping him.

Even with how good his hearing has become since he lost his vision, Ignis can't help but question himself when he thinks he hears heavy footsteps nearby--footsteps that belong to neither of his companions. He finds himself stopping in his tracks, waiting for a repeat of the sound. When the repeat comes, not only does he hear it, this time, he also feels it.]

Does anyone else hear that? Something's nearby. Something large.

harv | e5 | ota

[thankgods]

[The wagging of a plumy tail, the patter of paws over sand, and the avatar of Nuidan trots eagerly across the sand to greet whoever enters their domain. Their dark eyes, nearly completely invisible beneath a curtain of shaggy hair, peers out at each new traveler in turn.]

New visitors? New helping hands? It's been so long since anyone new has been by. I could certainly do with the assistance.

[Don't be fooled by their businesslike tone; the wagging of their tail is a dead giveaway that this particular avatar is beyond elated by the company - as long as you're here to help, that is.]

[determinist]

[ Leonard has never been here for the revealing of a new island, never visited any of the temples. This is all new to him, and he is still taking in its significance for his religious beliefs and belief in what happens after death. He'd always believed—at least, in the last ten years or so—that he would experience his reincarnation as some other life form, and get another chance to make things right that he couldn't make right during this past life. But, seeing as he's arrived here and he's still himself, something about that must be wrong. Plus, there are people here who insist they are still alive and that this isn't the afterlife.

Hopefully the avatar of the gods in the temple will be more helpful as far as imparting the information he needs to work out what's happened and what he needs to do moving forward.

He works his way toward the temple, but is greeted by a...dog?...before he fully enters.

Considering that the dog can speak, this must be the representative of the temple.

Leonard bows his head slightly, speaking quietly. ]

I am a new visitor. One with many questions about this place— about all the islands here. Do you know about all of them, or only this one?

[vagabone]

[Another friendly talking dog?? Say it isn't so! Alright, there are probably unspeakable horrors just over the horizon, but...

Dog. Wagging tail.

He crouches down to dog-height-level, beaming.]

Yeah? What do you need help with, perrito?

Jules Dagger Samari - Open (check note first)

[suspecteverything]

((Note: Jules has a tendency to push people's buttons. He does it on purpose. Provide him the ammunition and give him a reason and he'll do everything possible to piss off your character. He tends to be inflammatory if pressed. If you are concerned he might bother you because of something he says, please don't tag him. I don't want to upset any player.))

He had only been looking! He hadn't even gotten that close! None of that mattered as Jules sprinted through the grass away from the small hive of bees he'd found. Nearly the entire swarm was chasing after him.

"I didn't even do anything! I was just thinking it!"

He'd been trying to come up with a good way to harvest some of the honey without completely destroying the hive. There was no way the bees would have known that unless they'd been psychic though. Seriously, what the hell? One stung him in the cheek and he jerked away, running faster as he did.

"Ow, damn it! I'm going! I'm going!"

the convenient thing about being rude to erika is that she usually deserves it anyway tbh

[bitch4bitch]

Wow, that's... kind of sad to watch, but also, frankly, hilarious. Erika keeps some distance between herself and the hives, but doesn't bother to hide a snort of laughter before calling out to the guy running from the bees.

"You sure you weren't nervous going in? I've heard bees can smell fear!"

She absolutely has not heard that anywhere, ever, because it's bullshit, and yet.

Nuidan F5, September 12th

[lightlessfuture]

[ This place is strange, though the Knight is enjoying their travels so far. Never before have they seen a land where the seasons are so clearly divided and existing all at once, but maybe this is just the power of a god - or the land itself.

The vibrant colours of fall are dazzling, and they're constantly looking this way and that to take in the trees that reach up into the sky.

They're mindful of their companion, though, not wanting to stray too far ahead or linger too far behind. They look up at her, gesturing to the explosion of autumn colour all around; they wonder if she's seen anything like this before, and if she's enjoying it.

Though they have no way of conveying this thought, so really, Ray will just get her much smaller friend watching her in apparent curiosity. What she makes of it is her own interpretation. ]

[liveasmyself]

[Exploring this place is nothing like exploring her school--it's so vibrant and open out here, even with the trees around them. She tries to keep with the Knight at an easy pace; especially being new to this whole venture, she appreciates them sticking together.

Ray smiles apologetically when she's not certain what the Knight's gesture means.]

Is your home like this?

[While she wants to be alert as possible, it's hard not to relax with all this natural beauty around them.]

Nuidan, H6; September 13th

[journalname]

[Out on Nuidan, Asgore has not found the greenhouse he was looking for. But hey! There's a type of animal he's never seen before! A herd of them, in fact, spread out and placidly grazing in a field. They look similar to livestock he recognizes, as well as, well...

There's no nice way to put this - Asgore sort of looks like somebody's fursona version of this thing.

Whatever his initial reaction, he's gotten past it now. The moofah are docile and fairly large in their own right; for once, Asgore wasn't too intimidating to draw close to the wildlife. He's patting one now, running a hand gently down its neck as he feeds it some grains with the other.]

Now what do they call you...?

[determinist]

[ Leonard has once again taken to wandering; he knows he has episodes that reveal some turmoil happening in his mind, something that most people would call depression, but he feels led to go walking into the woods and the fields and see where it takes him. On this occasion he happens upon the scene of Asgore feeding a moofah and begins to approach, not exactly with curiosity, but because it's the only thing going on anywhere around here.

Once he's come a bit closer it occurs to him to wave. ]

Hello!

[ He has no idea if these creatures can speak, but the dog at the temple could. ]

Clay collection 9/29-10/1

[piercetheheart]

[As soon as Harv had mentioned the need for clay Gladio had laughed, insisted that was the easiest task he's heard of, and immediately called Legion. Because really, everyone else got so squeamish about this stuff and, as long as Iggy wasn't threatening to rub it all over his face Gladio didn't give a shit.

Resources are resources.

Hell he's even got Tiana with him today, the little chick slowly getting darker as her down gradually gets replaced with some real feathers. Leo will make sure she doesn't wander off too far and here she can hunt for bugs to her heart's content. And it's Tiana that notices Legion's approach first, chirping happily at all the shininess.]

Ti! Ti, you can't put him in your nest you silly girl.

[A wave and a grin and he's already covered in clay.]

Hey, Legion. Appreciate the help, bro.

[forwearemany]

(Legion has never seen a Chocobo before: they stare at the bird curiously for a moment before turning their attention to Gladio.)

Acknowledged. Greetings.

Nuidan C2, 10/5

[lightlessfuture]

[ They've returned to Nuidan once again. This island is a beautiful place, and the Knight is determined to show their sibling as much of it as possible.

So here they are, holding the Hollow Knight's hand and gently leading them along, walking alongside Chip. Taking their time with it; they're in no hurry.

They want their sibling to enjoy it too, after all. To be able to take things in at their own pace.

They look up at the clouds as rain starts to fall, curious but not particularly bothered by the weather.

(They wonder what their sibling thinks of it.) ]

[demonpuppy]

[The slow, strolling pace is making Chip a little antsy, but they don't want to hurry ahead of their friends. That extra energy spills over into inane commentary, but neither seems to mind that at all for whatever reason and Chip is fairly thankful for that. The pressure they usually feel to act 'right' around people isn't quite so strangling with the Knight, and their sibling has so far given the same freedom.]

[The raindrops are a good distraction, though, and Chip stops to look up at the darkening sky.]

It's...raining! I didn't know it could rain here!

[Enso hardly gave any indication of summer ending around these parts.]

technically October shhhh 10/6 - D4

[piercetheheart]

[He was better prepared this time. The weather on the Northern coast was miserable but he was careful to keep them far enough inland that most of what they had to deal with was wind and a chill. Waterproofed sheets of canvas sewn together in a simple tent, set up just off to the side of the area where someone had found strawberries. The hide from the anteka was laid out over more treated canvas, enough to make a cozy bed.

They'd camp here, start getting the sod pulled up for planting while Gladio went back and forth between locations, collecting the plants they'd be transplanting. It would take at least a week but he was okay with that. They'd both spent more than enough time away from home, running around doing other things with other people. He wanted the chance to just take his time and settle into a task with Ignis at his side.]

Don't worry, babe. We're close enough to the mana pool we can head home if it gets too chilly or you get too homesick for the girls.

[shatteredlenses]

[Ignis chuckles as he carefully stores a few of the aforementioned strawberries in a small clay bowl.]

You say that as if you won't be missing them as much as I will. Don't think you're fooling me.

[The chilliness doesn't seem to be bothering Ignis too much. After spending as much time as he did in the Winter quarter of the island over the last few weeks, this place is downright balmy. He could do without the constant dampness and the crashing waves, though. Those things are a little too reminiscent of a certain place for him to ever been completely comfortable around them.]

I suppose we'll need to start by laying out the boundaries of the garden. Unless, of course, you don't mind if I just wander and shape it into whatever form my footsteps decide to take.

[There may be some pretty hilarious outcomes if he does that, but it's probably not the most efficient way to do things.]

Nuidan, somewhere in winter, closed to Shepard

[forwearemany]

Sensory overload. Housing lacking proper insulation. Compromised temperature regulation. Higher processing demands than typical models of Geth.

One would, perhaps, be forgiven for thinking that Legion were dead, given the way they're just ... lying there. In the snow.

They did not come to the winter area of Nuidan with the intention of doing this. It has simply proven to be an efficient method for relieving the stress upon their systems.

As most organics are averse to the cold, they are not expecting company.

Shepard: *immediately has a heart attack*

[tenthstreetbred]

Shepard is more than prepared to deal with the cold aspects of this island after the time the Literal Sun was in danger and there was only eternal night. So she's been hiking her way through the cold, enjoying the bite on her skin. In happier times she might think of driving the Mako through the snowstorms of Noveria, on the brink of a discovery that would be another step into changing her life forever.

However, events with certain friends people have made even those memories more painful to think of. It's hard not to let the chill of this environment settle deeper into her chest, to a place that the cold should never be able to touch.

She spots something dark against the white mounds all around and she walks up freely, curious as to what it is. Then her face pales to match the show and she immediately throws herself onto her knees next to the robot, looking over them in horror.

"Legion!!!"

For a moment everything is warm. There's the sun shining down on her. There are dark rocks everywhere and the ruins of a Reaper in the background. She's standing with two enemies who are now allies, maybe even friends, and she's yelling into the air, into the ears of an entire military force, to stand down. Please. No more death. She can't handle the next part, the part where even when she wins, she loses-

She reaches down and shakes their shoulder, momentarily forgetting their tumultuous introduction in this world.

Ditch digging for irrigation crew (Keith Kogane, Kaworu, Ginko, and Kravitz) 10th - 16th sept

[thermalwind]

[The first day on the new island had been spent searching and learning about the island's purpose. It's straightforward. They have needed straightforward. The second day had been scouting the newly found areas and gathering a team.

Keith got the necessary tools. Digging isn't hard and more importantly...it's a way to keep moving forward. His mother told him to follow his heart and with the team almost complete he seeks to get a grip on himself. They need him at his best.]

Okay, [Keith circles a marker he left when he'd been scouting and drops his pack to the right side of it.] This is the first site.

Let's measure the area first before we make the line at the center of it.

[Keith takes his knife out and it transforms in a wash of bright purple light. He sinks the blade into the soil until half of the blade is in the ground.]

From here to...the other end of the field. Sound right?

(ooc: this is backdated as all hell my apologizes to everyone again.)

here we are all Late

[onegreeneye]

[Ginko crouches down to watch Keith get set up, his tail wrapping itself lightly around his feet. At least manual labor like this is something he's good at - especially since getting turned into a troll.]

Sounds good. How exact do we need to be with measuring it?