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

[yourattention]

Psy - psyloscibin? [Psilocybin is not an easy name to pull out of your ass, okay?] Usually we just call them shrooms, "magic shrooms" if you wanna be that kind of person.

[He bends down to look at the specific variety that's growing out of the ground and does some quick calculation in his head.]

Don't eat more than one of those at a time. You can't overdose, but the more you do the faster your body gets used to it.

[lesbeau]

[She writes down how she thinks psilocybin is spelled, and probably spells it wrong. Likely psylocibyn because that sounds more fantasylike and maybe that's the name in her world, who goddamn knows. What's important is she also marks "magic shrooms" and "absolutely drugs", circling the bottom one and taking note of his figures.]

Thanks. It'd suck if we got too used to these too quickly, 'specially since there doesn't seem to be many of them.

[She's taking these for sure though. Beau squints over at him now that she's gotten it all down, trying to see if she can place his face.]

You live in the treehouse place, yeah?

[yourattention]

Yeah, why?

[It's a little distracted, because Connor's currently debating whether or not he should say what he's thinking of. Because he knows how to cultivate mushrooms. He knows that he could probably get these to grow and propagate and it won't even be that big of a deal except for the part where . . . He's not a big fan of hallucinogens because he gets enough of that just generally.

But having them around and available? That's going to end up some type of way and he's not sure if he wants to do that. He's not sure if he should do that.]

Did you get caught up in a trap or something?

[lesbeau]

[Some type of way is absolutely one way to think about that. Beau's no junkie- who even has the time, honestly- but they've also never been readily available in a place without structure. At least she doesn't have the mindset for that, nor is it what's on her mind. Beau scoffs, looking up at him with a grin.]

Do I look like someone who falls in traps? Nah, I stayed at those rooms for a while.

[There are probably more eloquent ways to say this, but that would assume Beau cares about those ways.]

You're the pipeweed guy right?

[yourattention]

Listen, people forget they're there all the time.

[A normal person would dismantle them. Connor figures that if someone gets stuck, then they deserve it. Also it pays to keep his house fortified for other reasons. Monster from the sea reasons.]

Anyway, yeah. I have weed. Why? You want some?

[lesbeau]

[Beau would figure a similar thing. Frankly, she was also going to make some traps for hers when she had time, but then other members of the Nein started arriving and everyone wasn't going to fit. Now it's stolen anyway, but she'll handle it later. She has a fuckin' posse and that kid has small hands.]

Okay first, yes, absolutely. Next, I've heard about you so goddamn much. Sent a guy your way like a week ago. You've just been like, the rotating pipeweed guy who's somewhere or whatever. Good to put a face to it.