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]

[Wash lurches on the spot with an ungainly splash of water as he manages to convert a snort into a forced coughing fit. Maine...he's heard a lot of different descriptors for Maine. Monster and scary motherfucker and animal and a thousand others besides. Nice has never, he can safely say, been one of them.]

How, uh, did he manage that?

[the_archivist]

[Jon gives Wash a concerned look when he starts to cough. Wonders if he should find some water for him.]

I was trapped in a save. Panicking a bit. Bad experience not long ago. He helped me out.

[counterblows]

I guess that would be, uh - nice of him.

[He's fine. It's fine. Makes sense he'd come to that conclusion, but most people, when confronted with the sizable mass that is Maine, don't just up and think: he seems nice.]

Dug you out, huh?

[the_archivist]

[Jon's standards for who seems nice have sadly fallen to somewhere around 'does not actually want to murder me' and 'doesn't look at me like they hate me'. Helping him is a happy bonus.]

We found our way through the tunnels. It was good to not be down there alone.

[counterblows]

[good lord jon]

You showed up underground or something?

[the_archivist]

Yes. A cave system. There was some kind of earthquake I think.

[counterblows]

That must've been back on Cahypdo. Place was prone to quakes and shit like that. Unless, uh -

Place wasn't in a dream, was it?

[the_archivist]

I think so. Or something like that anyway. I don't dream like that.

I take it that is a common occurrence as well?

[counterblows]

Lots of stuff happens in our dreams, it turns out. The local god's favorite way of communicating with us.

[Wash, for his part, isn't about to complain. It's a lot more benign than the typical nature of his dreams.]

[the_archivist]

That- that could get interesting.

[If the Storyteller is an aspect of the Beholding, it won't make any difference. If it's another god, well, his dreams already belong to one. He's not sure how that works.]

What kind of things?

[counterblows]

The Storyteller likes to...communicate that way. Easier for them than dialing up everybody on their rocks. Names of islands, names of people. When they want us to share our stories, that's how we do it.

[Like he said - easier than trying to get everyone together in the physical world.]

Place is called Mu.

[the_archivist]

Mu... the lost continent. Interesting...

[He supposes if this place is governed by a Storyteller god, it makes sense that it's named after a myth.]

When you tell your stories, what's it like? Are you compelled? Does it feel- unusually in depth and eloquent?

[counterblows]

Not really.

[He gives his stories like mission reports, because of course he does.]

Some people do it publicly, and some do it in private. No one makes you, unless it's a memory thing. [Long story? Yeah, long story.] But if you don't, you can't trade those in for supplies from the Storyteller, so it's about what you're willing to sacrifice and what you're willing to gain.

[But more importantly - ]

The lost continent?

[the_archivist]

[He frowns at that. That doesn't sound right at all. If it an aspect of the Beholding, then surely there would be something like that? Maybe it's something else then.]

What do you mean by memory thing?

[he gives a small smile with a bitter edge to it at the talk of sacrifice.]

Isn't that always the way? To gain something, you give something up.

[Humanity in return for power, for protection, for live.]

Ah, it's a legend. Sometimes as an alternate name for Atlantis. Sometimes used to refer to Lemuria - a lost continent in the Indian or Pacific ocean.

It's all nonsense of course, geologically speaking, and comes from mistranslations and charlatans, but the mythology of it has stuck around.

[counterblows]

Mythology has a lot of impact here. It's not mythology I'm familiar with, but I wouldn't be surprised if there were parallels. [Interdimensional parallels? Sure. Why not. Wouldn't be weirder than anything else that happens around here.]

It's not like you forget the story once you told it. It's just - you know, now the Storyteller knows it. There've been a few times when Mu...I guess it doesn't behave. The Storyteller's suggested they need to actively control it, so when they're not around, sometimes it does...stuff.

Stuff like put memories on display for everyone to see.

[the_archivist]

It sounds like there could be. That's something to keep an eye on.

[Folklore and mythology have become more important to him recently. Who knows how many Rituals left marks on the world? He needs every clue he can get.

He listens carefully to the explanation of giving the Storyteller a story, lips pressing tight together.]

Yes I am familiar with that concept.

[He knows that he couldn't give his patron the same Statement more than once. This is going to need further investigation.]

Lovely. I really want my memories exposed to everyone. [They'll hate him.]

[counterblows]

Yeah, you and everyone else.

[Bitter? No, he's not bitter. Not in the slightest.]

So, that's something to keep an eye on. The last time it happened we got some kind of warning, but...who knows, at this point.

[the_archivist]

[If it's personal things, that is- well, mortifying and embarrassing, but if it's- well, work things, it might be downright dangerous.]

Oh trust, me I always keep an eye on things. [He says it dryly, with just a slight curl of his lips at the morbid joke.]

Thank you for the information.

[counterblows]

I haven't been here as long as most. I'm probably not the best person to ask.

[There's a subconscious twitch in the back of his head, the stirring of an instinct he never quite packed away after the Project crumbled in earnest. Thank you for the information. The sensation of having just handed the keys to someone's destruction to the hands of someone who - ]

[Irrational.]

[He doesn't know this man. He breathes.]

[He's supposed to be taking this time to relax.]

[the_archivist]

Still, it's useful. Anything is at the moment.

[And the smile that he gives is genuinely grateful. He's a little out of his depth, although nothing outright tried to kill him yet.]

Of course, if there's anything I can help with- let me know.

[counterblows]

[That sort of offer is a dangerous one to make, Jon.]

Help how?

[the_archivist]

[Jon shrugs, thinking about it.]

I don't know. I'm an Archivist back home, a researcher. I don't really know that there's much call for that skillset here.

[counterblows]

You might be surprised. It's not like anyone's made any compendiums of information here. Pretty much everything travels by word of mouth, if that.

[He remembers Umui. He's...not sure how much of that information has just been lost by now.]

[the_archivist]

Well, part of my job is taking statement from people.

[Maybe he could help. Maybe it would help him. Or maybe it would just be nice to go back to the thing he'd originally been hired to do at the Institute. ]

[counterblows]

So you're a cop.

[Somewhere across universes, Kaikaina Grif is laughing.]

But...a historian cop.