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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Comments

[thankgods]

[The dog huffs out a breath that sounds very much like a sigh, but they oblige, and slow their pace to keep up with him accordingly.]

Don't damage anything, would you? It would be quite counterintuitive if one were to, say, need to spend more time recuperating than working!

[determinist]

[ Leonard is a man of pride, and he doesn't like being forced to show his weaknesses. He begins to walk again, trying to breathe normally and not pant. ]

Indeed, no. I will work at a comfortable pace for myself.

[ Soon enough he's able to catch his breath and he speeds up again slightly. ]

Are you involved in people being brought here, I wonder?

[thankgods]

[Now, Harv doesn't seem affronted, but they do seem puzzled by the association.]

I am Harvest, not travel. If I could control a thing like that, why would I have been waiting all on my own here for who can say how long, hm?

[determinist]

Oh, indeed. I do apologize, I'm new to...all of this.

[ Everything seems supernatural in the extreme here. Why are Washington and Carolina so sure they never died?

He stops before a plot that appears to need weeding. ]

Work here?

[thankgods]

Excellent. Very, very excellent, yes!

[And as if in good faith, the dog begins to dig into the soil with their paws, unafraid to get their proverbial hands dirty. There are all sorts of weeds and rocks they can help kick up with their sturdy little canid paws, after all.]

So I've gathered. You new sorts ask all sorts of difficult questions.

[determinist]

[ If only weeding were that easy for Leonard! He bends at the waist instead, beginning to pull the stray greenery between the mounds of the cultivated plants here. ]

I'm merely trying to understand this place, and why I've been selected to be here. Is that...the sort of thing you can answer?

[thankgods]

In the existential sense, or the physical? I can't answer you the former, but the latter is a simple enough answer: you walked! Carried yourself here with your own two feet!

"Selected," though. Curious word. Curious way to put it.

[determinist]

Isn't it?

[ He's not happy to hear that response, however; he droops a bit, disappointed. He works slightly slower, and he frowns. His words had been slightly impatient, nearly snappish. But he thinks about the response for a moment, slightly abashed at his rudeness. He shouldn't snap at the god of this island, no matter how unhelpful they seem.

But there is one thing he wants to know: ]

You can't because you don't know, or because you aren't to speak of it?

[thankgods]

Because I am Harvest. My focus, my devotion, my specialty, it is the work, the fruits, the labor! The world turns on; I am merely here to till its earth for as long as there is earth to till! That is why I exist, how I exist.

[They can answer the questions of their own existential nature, it seems, but not his. Isn't that nice?]

[determinist]

[ Leonard stands, a fistful of weeds in his hand. ]

Fine, I understand.

[ The words are snapped in a way where it's clear he really doesn't understand; not as he should, anyway. He wants his answers, and he doesn't want platitudes about the purpose of a harvest god.

In any case, he moves to start a compost pile with the weeds he'd plucked, dropping them where they couldn't just simply re-root, and returns again to the row where he was working. ]

[thankgods]

Oh, do you? Wonderful!

[They don't give much thought to the apparent attitude here - the important thing is that he's still working, which is all they really care about.]

[determinist]

[ Leonard gives a slight snort. He begins to pluck weeds from another row, but he's getting worked up all the while, angry at what he perceived as bright sarcasm on the part of the supposed 'god' he's interacting with. Eventually he drops a handful of weeds and begins to stalk away, choosing no direction in particular. He needs to process this conversation on his own. ]