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March Adventure: I Can Move Mountains

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.

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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I'm not the one making comments.

[He sighs and steps forward, because this conversation is officially reaching a point where he's not sure he wants to know where it's going to go next.]

All right. Let's see how stable the ground geeEEEET -

[aaand down he goes!]

[Keith bites back a noise of surprise and keeps his ground. Once Wash is down he steps off after him. It’s not that bad to him. For one blessed moment he can almost feel like he’s flying. He stumbles at the end and recovers.] When you follow us crouch and slip off like that. Should make it easier.

[He turns back to Wash.] Hey. Everything okay?

Jesus! [In a second, he's gonna find Wash eating shit to be really funny, but for a moment it's surprising at best. Wash doesn't eat shit. He storms into a situation, takes control, uses his stupid Freelancer skills to kill everything in sight, and then does more control.

Church doesn't get too terribly close to the edge, so he's probably more heard than seen when he tries to lean over.]

Yeah, uh, I think I got a good view up here, I can keep watch in case something comes to eat you.

[For half a moment, Wash just sort of lies face down in the sand and lets the full gravity of both the world and his failures marinate on top of him. He has no particular aversion to sand, except that now he's going to be shaking it out of the joints of his armor for weeks.]

I'm fine.

[It's muffled and spoken into the ground, but no less defeated. And, eventually, he picks himself back up with a weary sort of resignation, squints up at Church - ]

Yeah? You gonna nail them with your killer aim?

[For half a second, he catches himself waiting for Tucker to make an inane aside.]

[He thought he'd shaken that instinct months ago.]

[Keith stands near by, waiting for Wash to pick himself back up. He offers his arm to him when he finally picks himself back up. He’ll help him to his feet if allowed. Wash is a teammate in his eyes.

Mishaps are things he doesn’t think too hard on outside a mission.]

If his aim is shit he can just hit them with the gun like a club. [It is a dumb idea but better than nothing. But look he took into account Church’s aim is bad.]

Oh my god, don't you get started on this, too, you haven't even seen my aim.

Fine, I will come down there, and I won't have to shoot anything, cuz if I stay up there I'm gonna be tempted to shoot you both.

[The grumbling continues apace, though mostly thankfully under his breath, as he caaaarefully...carefullyyyyy...attempts to take Keith's advice. He slides a little, but does not, for once, eat shit on the way down. He is shit-free, friends.]

I can't believe you went tumbling like that, dude. Your reflexes must be going in your old age.

You don't even know how old I - never mind. [Breaking away irritably before the conversation mushrooms into an argument, which he knows they're fully capable of.]

[That, and he doesn't want to think about A.I. lifespans. Not right now.]

But yes, his aim is...well, it's impressive. You should try to see him shoot something that's standing right in front of him.

...I think I got the idea. [He can easily guess how bad if he can’t shoot someone right in front of him. Keith studies both space marines closely and taps the hilt of the blade against his back.] What about melee weapons?

It could be an alternative. [He takes the threat of being shot not that seriously. If it had come from Lance or Wash that would be different. He turns to face the sea and adds,] Better than nothing.

[He could know how old you are, Wash. (He doesn't, but that's not the point!)]

You're ganging up on me, and most people would point out that it's rude as hell. Also, sure. I could melee a motherfucker. As soon as I fish a laser sword coded to my DNA out of a junkheap.

I will burn stories to get you a goddamn sword if it means that you actually figure out how to use it, and don't just say "swish" as if that makes you any better at it, which it doesn't.

[Someone's speaking from embittered experience here. He almost says long story by explanation to Keith, but then he remembers who the fuck he's talking to, and the blade he's got.]

Yours is coded to your DNA, isn't it?

[There's an embarrassed little pause. Keith looks over at the sea.] It's my Mom's actually.

But yeah I do. [He draws the knife sheathed at his back and purple light engulfs the blade as it reshapes into a slightly curved sword.] And I'm not picking.

[Slightly defensively said.] I know melee weapons and I'm already teaching a few people. If you just needed a teacher or someone to get better off of, I can do it.

No, saying "swish swish stab" doesn't make you better at it, but it is more fun that way.

[He puts his hands on his hips, whistling at the energy blade. How he whistles without lips is better off not asked.] I'm gonna start feeling inadequate, not having an energy beam blade sword extension of my penis that only I can use. Wash, if you wanna give me a sword, I will totally learn how to hack and slash plants up and down so you don't have to keep wasting your ammo.

Oh.

[He, uh...well, he didn't know that. And now he does. Which makes Church's little comment there feel especially - well, Wash has his eyes shut behind his helmet and is doing a good imitation of someone who's counting to ten.]

Jesus - can you not turn this into a thing?

[He stares at the dark metal of the Marmora Blade lit by the lines of purple. He personally can’t see it. He also decides right then and there Church can never meet Lance.

He’d murder them both. His eyebrows come down.] Yeah, let’s not turn this into that. How about we do a sweep of the area? There’s bound to be something we can use even if it’s just a few plants we can transport back.

[Church held up his hands.] Okay, no fun zone, gotcha. Sweep the area for useful stuff and report back, roger.

[That's a good instinct, Keith. Too bad it'll probably not work out real great on account of Church and Lance both being fantastic at getting into shit they shouldn't.]

Area sweep sounds good. We can radio - uh, rock-call for help if we get separated or end up needing a hand.

[He opens his mouth to retort that he's not calling his mother's sword a dick extender and shuts it. Impulsive as still can be at times. He knows how to nod and walk away.]

Got it. I'm going to take a better look up on the bluffs. [He flips the blade in his hand as it shrinks back into the grey metal knife. It slides into the sheath as he walks back to the bluffs. Up he goes again, picking his way along with the ease of wandering over too many alien landscapes.]

I thought I saw something among the seagrass.

[Church jerks his thumb over his shoulder at Keith.] Why did we all go up when we coulda just let him do it for us? Kid's got better dexterity than both of us put together. Should've just stayed up there and scoped things out...

He's solid as they come around here. Good in a fight, too.

[Which is Wash's roundabout way of saying that he kind of sort of trusts Keith, or as much as he trusts anyone.]

[He finally catches up to what Keith just said, and tenses very slightly:]

He - wait, you saw - what kind of something?

Plant something! Sorry I didn't specify. [His voice comes from the top of the bluff. The sea grass sways gently in the wind and he kneels down to get a better look. There among the grass is something he recognizes.]

You know what asparagus looks like, right?

Only if it looks the same as it does on a plate?

...I'm no farmer, but I don't...think asparagus grows on beaches.

Most rabbits aren't sentient enough to walk and talk, either. [He is perfectly fine with asparagus growing on some beaches if it means getting to eat some asparagus. He can't really help the vaguely hopeful note in his voice, residuum from when it was rare to get ahold of fresh fruit and vegetables (in the city, in space, on the frontlines, in the trenches, forever), no matter how long it's been since then.]

You found asparagus?

[Keith peers closely at the plants. That's definitely asparagus.]

These islands really don't follow natural growing laws and yeah I did. There's a lot of it growing wild. We could see about transporting some of the plants and growing more of it?

[Weird things growing places they shouldn't is just another day here.]

And if you think this is weird you should see the plant owls. They're cool but...plant owls.

Anything like the plant tigers? Or, the plant monsters that were trying to kill us? Are those still a thing? Cuz we need to napalm strike the island if they're still a thing.

Anyone got a shovel so we can dig up some greens to take with us?

Once you figure out how to rig a napalm strike, I'd be happy to help with that.

[Asparagus. If they're careful, they could probably take some back to the islets, replant it.]

Nothing like that on me. Could use our hands, but if we wanna take these back so we can grow them somewhere, we're gonna want to be careful. I know a few people who'd probably love to get their hands on this. [Namely Asgore. That's the only person he knows who gardens.]

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