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

[counterblows]

Archives, huh?

[Sounds...well, he has no idea, actually. There's no way to really narrow in on what his world might be like based on just the one word. Could be in the future. Could be in the past.]

This place a little bit up your alley?

[the_archivist]

I'm the Head Archivist of the Magnus Institute in London.

[A job title that is woefully inadequate at describing his purpose. It feels like a skin that doesn't fit anymore.]

It's interesting. Different to what I'm used to.

[counterblows]

Can't say it sounds familiar to me.

[London, though. That's on Earth. It draws his attention, if only vaguely.]

Think there's a library here now. Probably a downgrade compared to what you're used to, though.

[the_archivist]

We are an academic institution dedicated to researching the esoteric and the paranormal.

[He doesn't know why he bothers explaining that anymore. Except that 'actually the Institute is a temple to an eldritch god of knowledge and fear and we're all serving it with varying degrees of willingness' probably won't go down as well.]

Probably. But that is good to know. A little research would definitely help.

[counterblows]

[So he is a..........ghostbuster.]

[Wash may have enough cultural exposure thanks to the Reds and Blues to make the joke, but he also has the dignity to not make it. Which is probably best for everyone.]

Paranormal. Do "gods" fall under that umbrella?

[the_archivist]

[Jon has very strong opinions about 'ghostbusters' and none of them are polite. Good call Wash.]

Gods? You could say that.

[counterblows]

We've got more than our fair share here, it turns out. Hope you're not atheist.

[Wash has never devoted much thought to it, and is choosing not to think about it now. Besides - old-school pantheons are easy to wrap your head around than one monotheistic power.]

[the_archivist]

[He wants to laugh at that. Atheism is a luxury that he is not able to afford himself these days.]

I'm not. Although I'm not religious either.

[Is what he does worship? Or is it just... pragmatism?]

[counterblows]

You'll fit in around here, then. The only people here who believe in gods seem to be people who'd like to kill them.

[Which apparently people did at least once, though Wash wasn't there for that. Probably for the best. He doesn't want "killing a god" on his resume.]

[the_archivist]

[He isn't going to say it. His thoughts are already known to the Beholding, so why borrow trouble?]

You make it sound like a common occurrence.

[counterblows]

Apparently it's something that's happened. I wasn't here for it, so you'd have to ask someone who was.

[Thanks Wash, that was super fucking helpful.]

Some people find the fact that gods can be killed either horrifying or consoling. I'm still at the stage where I don't know if gods is the right word for them.

[the_archivist]

There are lots of arguments regarding what gods could be. I tend to subscribe to the idea that they are beings that are to humans, as humans are to ants. Impossible creatures outside our comprehension but still capable of acting upon our limited world.

[In horrible violent ways. And as for killing them? Futile.]

[counterblows]

You sound like someone with experience in that area.

[Gods confirmed for the universe's whackiest and most powerful cryptids?]

Well, you've got plenty of them to interview. Talk to. Whichever. At least two right now, if you count the Storyteller, which most people do.

[the_archivist]

Something like that.

[For a long time he had still been processing that. But after six months of drowning in the Beholding, he cannot hide anymore.]

Yes, the Storyteller... That one concerns me.

[counterblows]

You're not the only one.

[Anyone who's remotely inclined to ask questions would be. Feels like even the people who like them have some misgivings.]

What bothers you about them?

[the_archivist]

It just... reminds me of something from home.

[Is it an Avatar of the Beholding with a particularly disturbing sense of humour? Or an aspect?]

Have you ever encountered it?

[counterblows]

[He debates saying something obtuse and deliberately misleading. Something along the lines of I don't negotiate with terrorists, but it would be factually untrue.]

Not directly. Presumably just about anyone can walk up to their temple and start talking to them, but I'm not optimistic that it'll actually get me anywhere. Tried it a couple weeks ago, and the place was locked up tight anyway. Couldn't get in.

[He was also several years younger at the time in both physicality and mindset but apparently he doesn't feel like that's worth mentioning.]

[the_archivist]

Sounds like they have reasons for security then.

[It isn't as though temples are immune to explosives after all.]

I'll have to try it myself then.

[counterblows]

We were all different ages. At the time. Them included.

[This is why omitting important information is not a GOOD TIME wash you cryptic motherfucker]

[the_archivist]

Different... ages? Like... you physically changed? Or thought you were older or younger?

[He can't help it he needs to know. He only just manages to bite down the hum on his lips that wants to make this stranger tell him everything.]

[counterblows]

Yep. Physically. It was not great.

[If you couldn't tell by the grimace.]

The Storyteller isn't immune to the shit that happens here, it turns out. People were getting older and younger all over the place, and apparently they got caught up in it.

[the_archivist]

Probably the only way anyone would believe my real age.

[Jon mutters this, a little amused, although the actual idea is sort of horrifying.]

Gods being affected though... suggests more... pantheonic Greek-myth style gods. Not exactly omnipotent all powerful creatures.

[counterblows]

Well, there are definitely a lot of them.

[His real age.Implies there's something going on there, though Wash isn't straightforward enough to just come out and say it. He doesn't have an end goal in mind for this conversation, doesn't have a set reason to go out and bluntly ask. Probably best.]

You dealt with that before?

[the_archivist]

[Jon looks thoughtful for a while, almost lost in thought before the man speaks again.]

Something like that. Um, I work for a place called the Magnus Institute. We research the esoteric and paranormal. Things crop up.

[counterblows]

You mentioned. Things like messing with your age?

[He doesn't love that. Didn't love that. That's the whole reason he's here, trying to ease some of the knots of tension sitting up against his back. It's a doomed effort, though. Nothing's going to ease a strain like that, something that's been parked there for years.]