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]

[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.

[hyperlit]

[The Drifter has no judgments to pass on the aesthetic appeal of skeletons, or lack thereof.]

still alive

[vagabone]

Still remembered.

[But not alive. Let it go, buddy.]

[hyperlit]

all should be

[On that, at least, they can agree. Remembrance is one of the only ways one can truly live on. The only way.]

[vagabone]

[He'd say those exact words and mean something completely different. Much more literal. He's sat down by now, figuring they'll be talking a while longer.]

We're only around like this as long as someone in the living world remembers us.

[hyperlit]

do enough
and memory will live on

[It's a strange sort of way to agree with him, in a sense - but it's also not. The Drifter has no one who will remember them in specifics. But the resonance of their actions, those are the important things. Aren't they?]

[vagabone]

That's how it works.

[Yep. So long as someone else doesn't take credit for everything you do after murdering you. Ha ha.]

[hyperlit]

[Yes. It is.]

[The Drifter has nothing else to say to that, other than a vague nod of agreement. They start moving, neglecting the offered honeystick entirely. Héctor is welcome to follow them, of course, but the Drifter seems unwilling to stop for conversation. They'd rather walk and talk.]

[vagabone]

[He follows, and that means the damn honeystick follows too. Eventually he needs to find an exit himself.]

You know, most of the people I spend time with back home don't have much time left either.