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May Adventure: I Want to Go Where Everyone Goes

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?

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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Bathhouses
[This is the greatest thing that has happened since he got here.

The moment Izuku discovers the bathhouses, he is in one of them almost constantly. Sometimes he's using one of the cold or warm pools for swimming - it's a hell of an efficient workout, and it's fun to be able to race people casually.

Most of the time, though? He's scrubbing down and rinsing off so he can flop into one of the hot bathing pools and just soak. He even goes so far as to fold his towel up into a makeshift pillow so he can prop his head on the edge. Falling asleep is absolutely a thing he does, multiple times. He missed this, he missed this so much.

In both situations, anyone who runs into him will find it hard to miss the collection of scars riddling his right arm, especially the massive burn scar on his outer bicep. Izuku doesn't bother to cover them up unless he catches someone staring; he's so used to only having them exposed around people who know they're there that his self-consciousness kicks in the moment they draw attention.]

Tea Garden
[Izuku wouldn't exactly say he enjoys tea, not in the sense of seeking it out and trying different brands and blends for its own sake. But he does like it. It's a comfort beverage of sorts, a familiar thing wound up in blurry childhood memories, and he'd be lying if he said he didn't look forward to every time Yaoyoruzu brewed up a new expensive varietal or custom blend in the dorm kitchenette for everyone to try.

So it's not long before he finds himself in the garden, where he can be seen dumping a mugful of hot water and a couple teaspoons of black tea into a...saucepan? Yes, that's definitely a saucepan. This is certainly a thing he's doing.

Anyone who misses out on this particular oddity can at least find the aftermath, as Izuku settles down in a shady corner to scribble away into a blank book he snagged from the library, occasionally muttering to himself between sips of royal milk tea.]

[ The Knight isn't really experienced with tea; the idea of drinking for relaxation, the comfortable memories associated with warm drinks on cold days or other things like it, is something that they've never really had.

They've decided, in their own methodical way, to try as many things as they can, little by little. It's an idyllic way to spend the time, after all.

So they're wandering up to one of their newer acquaintances with appropriately bug-sized mug held in their hands, watching him with clear curiosity. What's he got there? ]

[Izuku's focused enough on his task that he doesn't notice the small bug's approach at first. It's not until he goes to get the milk ready that he spots them next to him, seemingly out of nowhere, and it does make him jump a little. Just a tiny bit. Once he realizes who his sudden shadow is, though, he can't help smiling.]

Oh, hi. I didn't expect to see you here. [Once he's sure everything is set, he kneels to give them his full attention. He's got a couple of minutes before the next step, after all, and there's no excuse not to let them know they have his focus.] You're really good at surprising me, you know that?

[He can't help taking a peek into the Knight's mug to see if they've gotten themself anything yet.]

[She's fully dressed and toweled off, walking away from her bath, her Lorby following behind her like the giant cat-snake-bird thing it is, when she spots him.

A young boy with heavy, heavy scars - one instantly recognizable to her as a burn scar, but others like the skin has been torn open and reassembled. It's horrifying, on anyone, but even more so on a young boy. She has to stop herself from clapping her paw over her mouth in shock.

She can only wonder if he's done that to himself. It wouldn't be the first time she's seen a child with scars that didn't come from others. But it wouldn't be the first time she's seen a child with scars that did come from others either. She can't be sure which this is - not that it's any of her business.

It only takes her a moment to realize she's staring, quite openly. She looks away, abashed - she hopes she hasn't made him self-conscious about them.]

[Too late, unfortunately. Izuku is in the middle of toweling off from a swim when he notices Toriel's stare out of the corner of his eye. It's enough to make him very aware of how awful his scars must look to civilians, especially when he sees her snap her attention elsewhere, and he awkwardly wraps his towel around his shoulders until the only part of his right arm exposed is his hand, crooked fingers twisting into the damp fabric.]

Ah...I'm sorry. I've had them for a while, I...I guess I wasn’t thinking about it.

[He quietly wraps his hand up in the folds where it's holding the towel around him. Maybe he should...skip the bath he was planning on. Or at least wait until he's the only one around. He's probably been making everyone uncomfortable, hasn't he?]

[Toriel looks rather ashamed of herself. She should know better than to stare. She should be calmer, more gracious, and less judgmental. Everyone has their story.] You have nothing to apologize for, young one. I am the one who is deeply sorry. You have the right to do as you wish without being stared at by a foolish old woman.

[ Starflight had been spending most of his time on Io at the garden. The calm and fragrant atmosphere made it the perfect place to curl up with a book for some relaxing reading. Seeing Izuku there now with some sort of drink, he stepped over to investigate. ]

What is that? It smells really good.

[Izuku looks up from his notes with a start - he's easily startled when he really gets rolling with note-taking, but this time it's a pleasant surprise. ]

It's called royal milk tea. It's like normal tea, except it only uses a little water and adds a lot of milk instead. So I guess it's like tea-flavored milk?

[He holds up his mug so it's easier to see inside - the contents look more like faintly golden-tan milk than tea.]

[ Starflight leaned over the mug curiously. Milk wasn't a very common cooking ingredient among dragons, especially not as a drink. ]

Is it better than normal tea if you make it with milk? Does it have to be a special kind of tea? We only ever got tea when we were sick, so it was mostly just mint, or sometimes ginger, which I don't think would work very well.

I like it better than regular tea. The milk makes the taste less strong, better than just making regular tea and adding milk in after. It doesn't change the flavor as much, too.

[He pulls the mug back for a quick sip. He is not, on the other hand, a fan of drinking it lukewarm, so he wants to get through it while it's still hot. No offense.]

It might work with other kinds of tea leaves? My mom only ever made it with black tea, so I don't know. [He smiles down at the mug.] When I was little she'd make this for me when I was sick, or if we had company over and I wanted to drink tea with them like a grownup.

[Starflight nodded. It sort of made sense, though he was no expert in cooking. The story about his his mom made him smile a little wistfully.]

Can I...can I ask what your parents are like?

[He shrugs shyly, curling in on himself a little. He’s...not really used to people asking about his family.

(He’s still not used to people wanting to know about him, period.)]

Mom is an amazing person. She’s kind, and understanding, and really hard-working. She’s always there for me...even if she worries too much sometimes.

[Not that he can be too upset about that, since he does the same to literally everyone. Including her. Intense concern for peoples’ well-being apparently runs in the family, right alongside crying at the drop of a hat, being prone to anxiety, and green hair.]

I don’t really know my dad that well? [Why is that a question.] He got transferred overseas when I was really little, and talking to him is...awkward.

[He ducks his head, taking an extra long sip to help cut that line of thought off. He doesn’t like talking about his dad because his feelings about him are all tangled up with his feelings about his company, and those are bitter and angry and all sorts of negative and Izuku is not about to dump that on anyone else. So instead, he looks up through his bangs at Starflight and probably looks just as awkward as he feels.]

...what’s your family like?

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[Starflight gave a small smile. Whenever he and his friends would be wondering what their parents were like, they all wanted a mom like that. So far none of them had been that lucky.]

I didn't know my parents until just before I came here, my friends and I were raised by the Talons of Peace. According to Morrowseer my mother was killed a while ago. I never met her. She was trying to help other dragons in the war, so I- I figure she must have been nice. Morrowseer didn't talk about her much.

My father...

[He wrung his talons, sorting through what his thoughts on his father.]

My father's name is Mastermind, and he's incredibly smart and an amazing scientist. He's studied all sorts of stuff, like volcanology and desalinization, and he has his own lab. He's- he's a lot like me, I guess, and he was so excited to meet me and- and seemed really proud of me.

[Starflight looked away, a troubled frown spreading over his face. Mastermind was everything he'd wanted his father to be, except-]

But some of his experiments...aren't right. Ethically speaking.

It's a lovely morning today, and this new island has been the prefect opportunity for Faust to expand upon his tastes in teas! He's eagerly strolling through the gardens, wooden mug in hand, when he spots the young lad and his interesting choice of drinking implement.
Well, who is he to judge someone for enjoying their tea differently than others? The good doctor raises his hand and gives an enthusiastic wave!

"Lovely day for it, young man!"

From his shoulder, a smaller creature also gives two equally as enthusiastic waves - and nearly loses its balance in the process.

[Izuku wasn't particularly intending to drink out of anything strange today - then again, he also wasn't planning on miscalculating how much water and milk he was using for his royal milk tea. Now he finds himself staring down at the saucepan and debating the merits of trying to find a bigger mug before the tea goes cold over grabbing a spoon and trying to sip around the tea leaves. So far the spoon idea is winning. Besides, it's not like anyone is going to see him--]

Ah! [OR HE COULD DROP THE SAUCEPAN OUT OF SURPRISE AND okay it's fine, he caught it, everything is cool. He totally meant to do that he swears please don't judge him.] Oh, um, hello.

[...this man is wearing a bag on his head and has a tiny him...person...thing on his shoulder.

......yeah, no, still pretty damn normal by Izuku's standards. Have a smile and a shy wave in return! (Someone please re-calibrate this child.)]

Oh, good heavens! Without thinking, the good doctor jogs over to check for injuries - before stopping halfway upon realising that no, it's alright, the child managed to catch their drinking implement. Another danger of hot beverages avoided! Still, he'll opt to bend his legs and start waddling forward at a more reasonable pace instead, eliminating most of the height difference and hopefully making Faust less intimidating...

"Are you alright? Sorry for scaring you like that!"

...you know, for how absolutely terrible this entire first impression has been, the young man is taking the whole 'tall guy wearing a bag on his head' thing pretty well. The miniature familiar on Faust's shoulder seems to have the same idea, tilting their head questioningly at the newcomer.

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