March Adventure: I Can Move Mountains

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NEW ISLAND: CAHYPDO

Who: Everyone!
What: Cahypdo appears!
When: March 10th and onward
Where: Cahypdo
Warnings: Tag as you go!

We Turn the Tide
As of March 10th, the mana pools on Ensō and its islets will now allow for travel to Cahypdo.

There is a mana pool situated on E5, to the island's south.

Most of E5 is overcome by a crooked sprawl of coastal cliffs, rocky bumps and swells that make the area a prime spot for tidepools. If one ventures to the region's eastern areas, they're certain to find all manner of marine creatures dwelling in the miniature ecosystems: crabs, clams, starfish, anemones.

If they go east, they'll be greeted by a soft expanse of warm sand. In the distance, the lumpy presence of buildings might be visible on just the next square over. But the local population are more than a little startled to have visitors, and you're bound to see a few curious members of their village wandering out to say hello. None of them, one will note immediately, are armed; either it doesn't occur to them that visitors might be hostile, or they have perfect confidence that hostile visitors aren't a concern.

You can find more information on the Roaka, the inhabitants of Cahypdo, on the island's OOC information. In the meantime, there will be a top-level below for NPC interaction, for those interested in making first contact!

And May Death Find You Alive
Now, we did mention on the island's introductory info post that Cahypdo's landscape isn't altogether stable. The soft sands and soils are prone to sinkholes and even quicksand in dire instances, and those who scale either of the mountains risk being overtaken by landslides and avalanches.

Which is why, on March 15th, there will be a rather sizable earthquake. Sizable enough to cause both mountains to shed heaping piles of slag and debris which may very well wipe out any brave traveler who was currently scaling either peak...or crush any innocents below who don't get out of the way quickly enough. The Roaka will, at this point, politely ask for your help in repairing and rebuilding any structural damage that has been done their buildings, as well as the general clearing of debris from the farmland at the island's heart. In return, they will gladly offer you some of their food and shelter, assist you with island exploration, and even extend an invitation to certain upcoming festivities they have in mind. Perhaps a celebration for surviving the earthquake...?

You may also use this log as a catch-all for reactions to the earthquake and what assistance you might offer, if any. Or if you simply end up getting in everyone's way. Not that we'd expect that of anyone here, oh no. Not us.

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Welcome to the island of Cahypdo! As the island is now accessible, feel free to create new logs of your own, or use this post as a catch-all for exploration! You may also use this log as a reaction to the events on the [DATE] and subsequent efforts to help, if you wish. For further information in regards to the island, or plotting, the following links may prove handy:

[ ♆ ] OOC info and introductory post
[ ♆ ] Trade post with the Roaka
[ ♆ ] Cahypdo on the Locations page
[ ♆ ] Search Requests page

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tim wright | one ota, one closed

[postictal]

d3 ; march 10th ; closed chip and karako

[Somehow he got signed up for babysitter duty. Not entirely clear on the how, except that for some reason an intent on trekking out across Cahypdo in search of new resources has landed him with two kids, both with a plethora of anger issues, and one of whom he can't even name but at least has the dubious honor of being recognizable enough that he doesn't necessarily have to.]

[Because he's not one for setting out unarmed in uncharted territory, Tim has a spear in one hand. He also extricates his pauldron, strapping it in place before reshouldering his pack.]

[In the absence of anything else to say, he settles for something both neutral and practical.]

All right. Does everyone here...know each other?

[Please someone tell him Karako's actual name.]

villages ; march 15th and onward ; ota

[Earthquakes aren't what he'd call an uncommon situation. The magnitude of this one was bigger than he's used to, enough to damage some of the buildings in the area.]

[Fortunately, Tim has one marketable skill that he's been refining since he got here, and that skill involves carpentry.]

[So for the most part, he can be seen frequenting the fishing village to the south, as well as the parts of Elower that have been built into the mountain, pitching in a helping hand where he can. Clearing debris, carefully removing damaged supports from the towering structures, and helping put new ones down, when he can.]

[You can help too, if you want. He has a couple of new tools he's been looking to try out anyway.]

[hurricane_clown]

[The good news is that Karako does know Chip! He doesn't know their name or anything, but they've met.

Once.

In a dream.

The bad news is that Karako got them both stung by approximately 3278492 dream bees because he sprayed an entire shaken can of dream Faygo all over the dream swarm.

So to answer Tim's question, Karako stops dead... then points at Chip like he's just noticed them.]

Honk!!

[demonpuppy]

[Unlike Chip, Karako is very much immediately recognizable, and Chip had been giving the troll a stink-eye the whole time they were getting ready. They have their own pauldron on--honestly, they haven't been taking it off too often, given the wider range of mischief it allows them to get up to--and they shift their backpack more comfortably on their shoulders before wrinkling their nose.]

Yeah, he's a dumb honking bee clown.

[postictal]

[Karako's response is about on par with what Tim would expect. Chip's is almost the same, except for the part about bees. That nets them a blink and a slightly concerned look. If Karako could just...bees, then couldn't he have gotten Tim's Shadow off his back?]

[Maybe he wasn't thinking clearly.]

Bees? [Back to Karako.] Uh...you have a name?

[hurricane_clown]

[Oh?

Well, Tim has sadly deprived himself of a chance to have hundreds of chucklevoodoo bees swarming around him and possibly the sensation of stinging (and the sticky-sweet scent of Faygo)... but he's still in luck.

Karako does have a name.

He grabs the pendant around his neck and yanks it up--er, well, he tries to yank it up over his head, but he actually sort of clotheslines himself, then gets it stuck on his massive horns, and if no one helps him he does eventually get it untangled so he can hand it to Tim, but...

It's a little bit of an ordeal.

Regardless! It turns out there's actually text on the other side, and that text reads as follows:

KARAKO PIEROT

IF LOST, CALL
BRONYA URSAMA]

[demonpuppy]

He threw soda at the hives.

[Before Chip can elaborate further Karako has started attempting to garrote his horns or something, and while they're annoyed (and maybe defensive of this particular kid knowing Tim well enough to be invited out) they're not so rude as to just sit and watch that go on. Once Tim has a chance to look at the pendant they take a look as well...]

[But they don't hand it back immediately, instead pulling out their Stone of Farspeech and putting it to their ear as if making a call. After a few moments of waiting for the imaginary dial tone, they look up at Tim.]

I don't think his mom has reception to here.

[postictal]

[Oh, thank god. The kid does have a name, even if he's...yeah, pretty sure that he's never met whoever is listed here. He reads it twice over, makes a mental note to write it down later, and then offers it back.]

Karako, huh?

[He watches Chip make an exaggerated "call," eyes slightly raised, and decides that it's going to be best to try and minimize any potential capacities for sniping between the two. Or...from Chip, anyway. He's not sure Karako has other modes besides a placid and enthusiastic kid and a raging knife-tornado.]

Nice to meet you officially, I guess. I'm Tim, and that's Chip.

[He doesn't remember if he ever gave the kid his name, so this is what they're doing now.]

[hurricane_clown]

[..............

............................

..........

.... what's a mom?

That's what Karako would ask, if he could ask questions that don't sound like 'honk?'

Since he can't, however, he gives Chip a really long, wary look. He's not sure if that was a joke, and if so, if it was at his expense.

Luckily, if he does have other moods, canon didn't reveal them and therefore they don't exist. So, he takes his pendant back with a bright honk before giving another, more uncertain glance at Chip.]

Honk!

[demonpuppy]

[Chip looks a bit put out that the joke flew right over Karako's head, and they snort and shove the Stone back into their pocket.]

Yeah, whatever.

[Karako's unsure look gets a faint glower right back before they look away somewhat guiltily. Tim invited Chip and Karako both along on this, and...they don't want to mess up again. They don't want to lose what few friends they do have here.]

[postictal]

[Does he know what a "mom" is?]

[Actually. Does anyone in this group know what a mom is. Does anyone in this thread actually have a positive experience with an actual mom until recently.]

[Tim glances between the two of them warily, but Karako seems happy enough to move on past something he doesn't understand. Which is fine. Chip has the good grace to look more than a little ashamed at the jab. If Tim has a reprimand, he doesn't say it aloud. He doubts he needs to.]

[Instead, it's time to do what they gathered here to do.]

Let's...get going, then. Stick together and keep an eye out for anything useful. Don't think there's anything dangerous out here, so close to where these people live, but... [...well, Karako's covered with knives.] Chip, are you armed?

[hurricane_clown]

[Karako looks at Chip, as if realising for the first time that there is a chance that they might actually not be armed.]

.... honk?

[demonpuppy]

I, uh--

[They do have their iron knife at their hip, but that's not...really a weapon for most things. Chip fumbles to pull their backpack off their shoulders and digs into it before pulling out their hatchet--really more of a small axe in their hands, which is probably just as well. They cast an unsure look up at Tim, acutely aware of the last time they'd had this out around him.]

Uh...I've still got this.

[postictal]

All right.

[It's better than nothing. And Tim - well, he's got a surplus of weapons if they end up needing them.]

You guys end up needing anything better, just let me know. I've got...a few things in here. [He pats the side of his knapsack. He's offering kids some weapons just in case. It's fine.]

I was thinking we'd just move...north, if that sounds good? [Paired with a vague gesture in that direction, for the benefit of a visual aid.]

[bitch4bitch]

Need any help?

[That’s a trick question, because Erika isn’t going to wait for him to answer before grabbing a chunk of debris and hauling it away, making more room to get a damaged support taken down.] If this shit happens a lot around here, I dunno how the tree people have still got villages at all.

[postictal]

I think that might be why they're so... [He'd say "simple," but that seems like it verges on an insult. He blinks once, the sole expression of his mild surprise at her intervention, before shrugging and getting back to knocking away some of the splinters of debris.]

Well, it looks like they built them to be easily pieced back together.

[bitch4bitch]

[Listen, she might be an asshole, but it’s not like she’s got a reason not to help here. And Tim is one of the handful of people she’s got some level of investment in here.]

Makes a lotta sense, yeah. But you’d think they’d get tired of it sooner or later. [No, Erika, that’s just because you would.] ‘Least it’s not too much of a pain, as building crap goes.

[postictal]

They're bigger and, I'm gonna guess, stronger than we are, so it's probably not much of a bother.

Not a whole lot different from the usual maintenance I'm pulling around Denny, anyway.

[And this time they might get something out of it. Always good to stay on the good side of the locals.]

[bitch4bitch]

Still seems like it'd be boring. [Erika.

She snorts.] Yeah, and that ability to not just-- get super fed up, instantly, is why you're the one running that place.

[That probably qualifies as a compliment.]

[postictal]

I guess. It's better than doing nothing all day.

[It's a far cry from the days where he'd let his own inertia kill him, if it could, and very nearly had on several occasions. He's obtained, and retained, enough self-awareness to realize that it's those periods of fixed stillness, where he doesn't have the benefit of a routine to institutionalize him into being useful, where he's at his worst.]

[bitch4bitch]

You'd prob'ly still be doing something. I'm kinda starting to think you don't know how to do nothing.

[She's saying this with very little knowledge of this guy, but he does strike her as kind of a busybody.]

[postictal]

[She's right and wrong. Tim's better at doing nothing than he is at anything else, but he's finally attained enough self-awareness to realize that it's probably the worst state of being for him. Doing nothing means that he's alone with the thoughts in his head, and that's the one thing he really, really can't be.]

I dunno. I might surprise you. ["Doing nothing" was one of his singular capacities back in Sol, after all.]

[bitch4bitch]

Really. [She doesn't fully doubt it; obviously, Tim would know himself better than she knows him. But not acting doubtful now would seem like a waste.] So, in that case, have you chilled out even once since getting here?

[postictal]

Depends on how you define that. [If her version of "chilled out" involves getting drunk, then no, he hasn't and can't do that, but he can take a minute to have a smoke and let the nicotine wind its way up into his system and shut his screaming nerves up for a minute.]

[Counterpoint:]

Have you?

[bitch4bitch]

I define it as calming the hell down and not trying to accomplish shit for a while. [Sure, that can involve alcohol - but as long as one isn't trying to do shit, or plan to do shit, or otherwise arranging their current activities around doing shit, that counts.

Speaking of which. She snorts.] Sometimes. When I got time.

[postictal]

Hard to make time on an island when you're caring for kids.

[Day to day survival, keeping watch on kids that might need it...it's a full-time job. Doesn't afford much time for relaxing, or anything else.]