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]

[Finally, someone who appreciates stupid skeleton tricks! ...Too bad it's that fellow who might want to suck out his soul or something.]

Huh? Oh, sure. [And he just pops them out. Glass eyes?? That can somehow see?? Who knows. Two sparklers get stuffed into his eyesockets, with some difficulty seeing as he can't see now, and he fumbles around trying to light them... common sense did not win this time.]

[eudaimonikos]

[Sorry, Michael is now fairly sidetracked by the eyes. He peers closely at them.]

Can you still see through these?

[vagabone]

[He turns them around so he can see his own face, holding them in between his fingers and trying to light the sparklers with his other hand. Success. Fizz...]

Sure can. Don't ask me how, it's magic.

[eudaimonikos]

That's not how it works for our afterlife. But they also don't become skeletons.

[So let's not worry how Michael knows the ins and outs of what happens when you detach their body parts?]

Can I see?

[vagabone]

[It's so normal for people to be able to pull themselves apart that he doesn't really think about the implications. Maybe he's been dead too long.]

That's too bad, I like it. The skeleton thing. [Wait. What. No.] Ah... I kind of need these.

[eudaimonikos]

I wasn't going to take them.

[He just wanted to poke them! But like, whatever.]

[vagabone]

[The sparklers are fizzling out, sad and ignored.]

There's not much to see, they're just glass eyes.

[eudaimonikos]

...that's so boring.

[Okay, yep, not interested anymore. Whatever magic ties the eyes to the human is vaguely interesting, but mostly he just wanted to poke a detachable functional eyeball.]

I could have made real eyes work like that.

[vagabone]

[Having boring detachable body parts is probably good, in this specific instance. Less chance of 'poking'. He breaks easy!!]

I guess someone has for all of us, but nobody knows how it works. Ask ten people what they think, you'll get ten different answers.

[eudaimonikos]

There's nobody in charge?

[Demons, angels, the Judge...they all know how everything works. How else would they administrate it?]

[vagabone]

You mean like how you're in charge?

[He's shaking his head, uneasiness below the surface.] Nobody but us skeletons.

[eudaimonikos]

[Michael shrugs a little - he, specifically, isn't really in charge of anything anymore, but demons in general, sure.]

That sounds nice. Our afterlife's a bureaucratic nightmare full of immortal assholes.