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]

[That almost lifts the corner of his mouth in a smile. Almost.]

Yeah? How'd that go?

[forwearemany]

Though they appeared to initially enjoy it, hangovers, and regret, soon followed.

(They chatter, considering.)

Additionally, Shepard-Commander consumed Ryncol.

[counterblows]

Gonna have to explain that one. Some kind of...alcohol, I'm guessing.

[Hangovers and regret. That sounds like the right kind of resulting shit from consuming vast quantities of alcohol. Wash would like to think he's not that stupid, but he doesn't know anymore. Maybe he's lost a few brain cells chumming around with the Reds and Blues for so long.]

[forwearemany]

Ryncol is an extremely potent liquor created and consumed by Krogan.

Though Humans can survive drinking Ryncol, it has been described as affecting non Krogan like "ground glass", and is not typically served to non Krogan by responsible bartenders.

(It's a ridiculously potent alcohol.)

Additionally, it is highly acidic, highly flammable, and stains vomitus purple.

[counterblows]

Sounds like alcohol to me. I know some people who'd genuinely take that description as a challenge.

[Not Wash, though. He's...fine with normal alcohol, thanks. This is already gonna suck enough as it is.]

How much of that do you have to drink for it to be a lethal amount?

[forwearemany]

Uncertain.

(They don't actually know the average lethal dose for Humans.)

Unconsciousness typically occurs prior to this level of consumption.

Many Humans have requested Ryncol upon learning of its potency.

[counterblows]

Yeah, that's humanity for you. We're a little bit obsessed with self-destruction, if you didn't pick up on that.

[He's entirely too blasé about this.]

[forwearemany]

This impulse appears common among organics.

[counterblows]

Like I said. That's humanity for you.

[Wash leans back, scrubbing at his face with both hands.]

Easier to forget this way.

[forwearemany]

Forgetting is likely to be beneficial?

(Washington-Agent appeared happier without memories, but his understanding and functionality appeared ... diminished.)

[counterblows]

[That's one way of putting it.]

It can be. Depends on what you forget.

[forwearemany]

...Acknowledged.

(Can you sense the doubt, Wash?)

[counterblows]

[He sure can. He points at Legion, two-fingered and tired.]

Hey. No judging, okay? This is a place outfitted for people who want to get drunk. This is a no-judgment zone.

[forwearemany]

Acknowledged.

(They still do not understand why he would want to do this.

It is, however, his decision.

It is possible that later they will need to intervene, and so they observe.)

[counterblows]

[Hey, he's not drinking anymore, is he? It's possible that he's reached his limit for now.]

I'm not about to get shitfaced, don't worry.

[forwearemany]

Acknowledged.

(And yet, they do, because orgenics are dumb and this still seems like a terrible idea.)

You have mentioned allies multiple times.

(Legion is curious.)

[counterblows]

I have a few times, haven't I? [He's sure he has. Just doesn't remember which ones in particular.]

Which allies?

[forwearemany]

Mentions of ally designated Illinois: 1

Mentions of unnamed ally: 1

[counterblows]

Illinois. Yeah. That'd be the guy. He was a drinking buddy of York's.

[Hasn't mentioned York in a long time, either. Damn. Forgot how loose his tongue gets with a little alcohol to wet it.]

[forwearemany]

York?

(Legion's headflaps lift a bit.)

[counterblows]

Yeah. 'Nother friend. Or...old friend.

[He doesn't explain the distinction between the two.]

"Ally," I guess.

[forwearemany]

You are no longer close?

(They headtilt.)

[counterblows]

Can't be close when those friends are dead.

[The last time he saw York, it was to set charges in his dead body. To pick up his A.I. fragment and tell him in clipped, impersonal tones, that his Freelancer was dead and that he was to come with the Recovery agent deployed to pick up York's equipment.]

[There's no sentiment to a corpse.]

[forwearemany]

(They look at the floor.)

...Acknowledged.

[counterblows]

[Wash doesn't specify further than that. What else is there to say?]

Sometimes that's a thing people do. Drink to remember their friends. It's like a salute, a send off - that sort of thing.