May Adventure: I Want to Go Where Everyone Goes

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NEW ISLAND: IO

Who: Everyone!
What: Io appears!
When: May 10th and onward
Where: Io
Warnings: The possibility of drug use and alcohol may come up. Otherwise, tag as you go!

Things Are Shaping Up to Be Pretty Odd
As of May 10th, the mana pools on Ensō and its islets will now allow for travel to Io. Though you could always opt for sailing, if you wanted. As we mentioned on the island's introductory post, no exploration is necessary! The island is small enough and easily traversed, and with a minimum of dangers, you have plenty of time to visit each of Io's six draws.

The temple is the easiest place to get in touch with the local avatar, though you can contact them just as easily by striking up a conversation with just about any honeybee you see in the vicinity. The lazy drone of them can be heard all over the island, though they're quite complacent, and not at all prone to disturbing adventurers. The temple itself is twined with grapevines and smothered with inlays of rubies, proud and sparkling. Inside, it smells of honey and wine, and seems to exhibit a naturally contented glow. Just outside, numerous fruit trees sprout all about the temple's courtyard, to be sampled at your leisure.

The bathhouses are located just south of the temple, and are prime locations for some rest and relaxation. Bathe, swim, take a spa day! There are innumerable rooms to do exactly that, and more space than be reasonably filled by some sixty-or-seventy people. Or maybe you're interested in getting absolutely sloshed instead. The vineyard is perfect for that, located to Io's northeast on one of its long, tapering peninsulas. Rows upon rows of grapevines lead up to the crown jewel of the region: a proud winery with enough goods to satisfy even the most parched.

For those less keen on mind-altering substances, the tea gardens are a far safer bet. They practically emanate tranquility, with their soft paper lanterns, thickets of tea trees, and a tea room with a seemingly endless supply of every supplement to your drink that you could ask for. And if none of the teabags or tea leaves in there suit your preference, you're free to wander about the gardens yourself and sample whatever you like.

The Honeycomb at the island's heart is much more akin to a play structure or jungle gym than anything else, but its interlocking passageways and erratic, hexagonal architecture aren't for nothing. It's an ideal spot for play or exercise, if you're into that kind of thing - or for getting positively sick on honey sticks.

The campsites ensure that you don't truly have to depart from Io, if you don't want to. Tents full of chairs and cushions and blankets make it a wonderful place to spend the night if you're so inclined, and the lockers full of food and drink are assurances that you won't go hungry. And with all these massive bonfires and firework cannons, why would you ever want to leave?

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Welcome to the island of Io! Please, enjoy your stay and make full use of this island's many faculties! For further information in regards to the island, or plotting, the following links may prove handy:

[ ♆ ] OOC info and introductory post
[ ♆ ] Io on the Locations page

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Comments

[vagabone]

Me and warm baths, I don't know. I wonder if that's how waterbeds feel.

[He twists his head back on, amused for a completely different reason.] Okay, it's safe to look now.

[onegreeneye]

Not sure that's exactly how those work.

[Ginko looks back, giving a couple soft clicks from the back of his throat.] Thank you. How long would you say it takes the average dead person to get used to seeing people do stuff like that?

[vagabone]

Nah, but you know there's sure to be some dead people out there who sleep in the water all the time. [Just because they can.]

Uh... [He settles back down in the water next to Ginko, turning that question over in his nonexistent brain.] Not long. You get over it once you've been knocked down a few times and everything falls apart.

[onegreeneye]

...Y'know, I actually think I can see the appeal of that. [Like that time a mountain god put him to sleep in a marsh for... probably at least a few weeks? Except voluntary, and maybe without his supplies being stolen by a turtle.] Now I'm almost jealous.

[That, though, gets a shudder.] Rrright. Guess you'd have to, wouldn't you. [But also, Hector, you don't get to judge him for being used to mushi.]

[vagabone]

Only almost?

[Because being a skeleton is great, when you're well remembered! Much much better than being hooked on mushi. He's judging. He is so judging. Dislocating your bones is painless, useful and sometimes even funny. His bones are tools.]

Didn't take me long. It comes in handy and it's fun.

[onegreeneye]

Almost.

[Look, there might be a lot that Ginko hates about his own appearance, but he does kinda like having skin.]

Absolutely cannot imagine how it'd be fun, but - I guess it being useful makes a little more sense. I do have to wonder how so, though.

[vagabone]

You sure you want to ask me that?

[Bit of tease in his voice. Yeah, sure, he can run through all his silly skeleton tricks, if Ginko can handle it.]

[onegreeneye]

I am - though, just so you know, I'm asking for an explanation, not a demonstration.

[PLEASE do not pop your head off again, Hector.]

[vagabone]

[What's the point of having detachable parts if you don't use it??]

Let's say I need to get past someone--usually they don't know what to do if I leapfrog over them and my legs just keep running. [That took more practice than you'd think!] Or if you can't reach something and you're too lazy to get up, just pop an arm off.

[onegreeneye]

Alright, I guess I could see that. [He still doesn't want to literally see it, but you get his meaning.]

Though, when you talk about getting past 'someone', you might as well just say law enforcement, since I'm guessing that'd usually be them? [Given Hector's apparent CRIMINAL PAST. Not that Ginko has room to talk about Crimes.]

[vagabone]

It would. [A bit dimmer expression. Ha ha ha.] You know, they don't like people who can't cross to get to the bridge and make a scene... and they know I probably will.

[Especially since the van incident.]

[onegreeneye]

...Right. There is that. [He'll just add that to the list of things he probably shouldn't have said. Okay. How does he fix this.]

You said you think it can be funny, too, right? Show me one example.

[Just one, but maybe if he sees it when he's expecting to he'll be able to work on getting used to it.]

[vagabone]

[Great minds think alike, or something. He can see what Ginko's trying to do. Baby steps! What's simple and funny, hm. Not the leg monster.

He twists around so his hands can pop off and walk around on the edge of the tub, one finger bent out of the way so they look more like little people. Little people hugging each other. Aww.]

Puppet shows!

[onegreeneye]

[God, that's upsetting. But also still kind of funny, and he's going to do his best only to communicate that second one. Ginko snorts softly, resting his chin in his hand.]

Alright, yeah, I'll give you that one. How much control do you have over the parts that are detached? Can you still feel them?

[Another way to keep from getting too disturbed: Get caught up in details!]

[vagabone]

[Look, they're dancing. Or... no, that's a wrestling throw. Fight, fight, fight, little hands.]

Oh, sí. Like they're still attached. I don't have to be watching. It's no harder than trying to tie knots behind your back, or something.

[onegreeneye]

Really? That must feel odd, when they're... throwing each other.

[You know. Just an example of something that's happening right in front of him right now.]

[vagabone]

[He raises a handless arm like he's going to scratch his head before he realizes--yeah, not happening.]

It stopped being weird a long time ago, like I said.

[onegreeneye]

[Ginko gives a soft snort. He sees what you did with your arm there, Hector - he can't be sure what exactly he intended to do, but he definitely did see the attempt.] Did it?

[vagabone]

[How to be honest and still keep the conversation light...]

I've been a skeleton a lot longer than, uh... anything else.

[onegreeneye]

[Aah, shit.] ...Right. Sorry about that. [About Hector having been dead for almost a hundred years or about having brought it up? Who can say.]

That really is some impressive coordination you've got there, though. [Just-- focusing on that part.]

[vagabone]

[He shrugs, reclaiming his hands. Short baby steps, and maybe one day Ginko won't lose his mind if Héctor forgets to not pop his head off again.]

Gracias. But it just takes practice, anyone could do it.

[onegreeneye]

I guess so, but that doesn't mean it's not impressive. [Sure, Hector has had plenty of time to practice moving his disembodied hands around on their own - but it does say something that he put in the practice to get good at it!

It might not say anything good, but it does say something, and it sure is interesting to watch.]

[vagabone]

[He's bad to the bone, Ginko, get used to it. Tons and tons of 'not good' and 'stupid' in him.

Aaand he's grinning in a horrible mischievous way. Be afraid, be very afraid.]

Want to see something more impressive?

[onegreeneye]

...Do I?

[He is VERY AFRAID, indeed.]

[vagabone]

[Ginko is a smart man.

He stands up, beaming like the goober he is, and pops his arm off with zero warning. Leaning backward, slotting the top end of it into his suspenders and drawing it back like a bowstring... and he lets go. Nyooooom~ There goes his arm, straight up into the air. And back down it comes, naturally, gravity still works. He catches it neatly and snaps it back into place, flexing.

What a magnificently stupid thing to practice till it's perfect.]

Tarán!