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

[semistableman]

[Bucky makes a vague gesture with his flesh hand.]

Same boat.

[scourgingstars]

How terribly unfortunate, though I've doubts the circumstances are quite the same.

[semistableman]

Probably not, unless your metabolism means you need to eat half your body weight in calories every day too.

[scourgingstars]

Regrettably, I don't really do that.

[semistableman]

[Bucky levels a serious look at him.]

Trust me, you're better off.

[scourgingstars]

Given the presented options, I must confess I think I'd prefer being able to taste things.

[semistableman]

[He winces in sympathy.]

I'd say that's on par with being shoved into a freezer until people need you next.

[scourgingstars]

Oh--been there, done that. Not really a freezer, but I can't say it was all that comfortable.

[semistableman]

[His brows raise at that.]

Really? How long was it for you?

[The question is out before he can think of why he shouldn't ask it, so after a moment, he shrugs with his right shoulder.]

Seventy years, for me.

[scourgingstars]

[Sure, this is just how today's going so why the fuck not.]

Two thousand.

[semistableman]

Jesus Christ.

[That's it. That's all he's got.]

[scourgingstars]

[Ardyn raised an eyebrow, but didn't question the interjection. Instead he just shrugged, seeming indifferent to both the impossible stretch of time as well as any implication for his mental state as a result.]

Well, what can be done? It was some time ago, and it isn't as though I've anything to gain from lingering on the matter.

[he said, constantly lingering on the matter]

[semistableman]

How do you not?

[Bucky is completely aware that he is fucking crazy, and he's only 70 years out of time. How are you not a trembling pile of incoherent self loathing.]

[scourgingstars]

Oh, you know.

[no, ardyn, no one does.]

I have better things to worry about. Deicide, vengeance, those sorts of fun pastimes.

[semistableman]

I can't blame you for that.

Revenge was at the top of my list, too.

[I mean he didn't go through with it but details.]