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

[vagabone]

[To each their own, he supposes. It's not what he likes to see, and he's seen so many people not know which day will be their last.]

At least take one of these! They look good.

[Real honey. Good for sore throats and a terrible cough.]

[hyperlit]

[The Drifter regards the honeysticks without much commitment. They're not necessarily untrusting of them, provided that it is a god who has set them out for enjoyment, but...what purpose do they serve?]

[They look to Héctor.]

have you

[vagabone]

[...Food? Without which they die anyway. Gosh.]

No, I can't. It'll go right through me, see?

[He gestures at his own spine, a bit sheepishly. Yep. If only a monster were around.]

[hyperlit]

then what do you eat

[Does he eat? Does he not need to eat? Why is this the first time this has come up? The Drifter has apparently not considered this before now, and is now staring at him with slightly more focus than before.]

[vagabone]

Oh, I don't need to. The monsters can do something to food so I can, if I feel like it.

[How wasteful!! Maybe he should be more like them, not the other way around.]

[hyperlit]

monsters
?

[In general, or...]

[The Drifter isn't certain which of the people here count as "monsters," you see. The ones that look the least human are arguably the most normal and natural looking, as far as they're concerned.]

[vagabone]

Muffet, Asgore, and Toriel. [And Papyrus, of course--he hasn't forgotten that goofball. But throwing another skeleton in is only going to make things more confusing.] It's what they call themselves, they're good people.

[hyperlit]

yes

[Or, Muffet is. The Drifter knows Asgore only vaguely, and Toriel not at all. But they're not about to contest that what they do know of those listed is...good, for the most part.]

do not look like monsters

[vagabone]

[They don't act like monsters, either, aside from Muffet's vague cannibalism jokes.]

Don't ask me. They're pretty insistent about being 'monsters'.

[hyperlit]

[The Drifter blinks, their eyes slitting very slightly.]

more normal than anyone else

[Even Héctor looks more normal than the humans that populate these islands. He's not so different from others the Drifter once knew.]

[vagabone]

[It's a mystery what they look like under all those layers.]

Really? Who's not normal to you?

[hyperlit]

[Other than Blue, it's anyone's guess.]

[Thankfully, the Drifter actually has a word for what everyone looks like.]

humans

[vagabone]

I'm human. Sort of. You die, you become a spirit, you look like a skeleton. [This may be one of the better talks they've had. He waggles the honey treat again??] It's people who aren't skeletons that look weird to me.

[hyperlit]

[The Drifter stares at him for a moment.]

don't look human

[Death doesn't cause one to look like a skeleton. Not in their experience. Death only means...death. The end. Unless a god resurrects you.]

[vagabone]

I look like every other dead human I know. And believe me, I know a lot of dead people.

[hyperlit]

you are not dead

[Clearly he isn't. He's talking and walking and interacting with the Drifter, who is also not dead.]

[vagabone]

[And here he thought they knew.]

Yes, I am. I've been dead for almost a hundred years.

[hyperlit]

[The Drifter extends one hand to try and...poke him, apparently.]

solid
therefore real

[vagabone]

[Some people might think that annoying! He does not.]

I'm not supposed to be solid, but that's not even close to the weirdest thing that's happened. And I still can't eat normal food.

[hyperlit]

[The Drifter still doubts the premise that he is, in actuality, dead. If he was dead, that would mean he could not still die. Presumably he can still die, can't he?]

alive here

[vagabone]

[He'll... assume that's a question.]

Don't think so. I don't feel any different.

[hyperlit]

have died here?

[That's definitely a question.]

[vagabone]

[Damn, so far he hasn't said anything that could be upsetting. He hesitates...]

Ah, yeah, sort of. Nobody told me there was a black hole.

[hyperlit]

[He would not be the first person to have died via black hole. The important part is what this means.]

then you are no longer dead
alive now

[vagabone]

[Logical, but still wrong. This is getting him nowhere. Time to steer towards something else.]

Doesn't matter. I like being a skeleton better. I thought they were cool even when I was alive.