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

[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.

[hyperlit]

spend time on constructive end goal

[Clearly, that's what the Drifter assumes all the dead and dying should do.]

[vagabone]

Sometimes. Not all the time. That's not fair.

[No more than it's fair when you do have a whole life left.]

[hyperlit]

few things are fair

[The Drifter's lot in life certainly wasn't fair - and yet, they are living the consequences of it regardless. What part of poison in the blood and a pressure in the lungs and the sickness that slowly saps one dry is fair?]

[vagabone]

[Oh, he knows it, nothing since his death has been fair, and yet... doesn't mean he can't try.]

See, you said few, not nothing. Come on, there's enough of these for everyone.

[hyperlit]

do not require it

[Besides, eating in front of others is...it's not a social endeavor, eating. It's a quiet, solitary endeavor - the way most of the Drifter's endeavors are.]

[vagabone]

I get that, but I'm giving it to you anyway.

[It's rude not to take it!! How's that angle work.]

[hyperlit]

[They could refuse it further, but that seems...rude, considering he has done nothing but offer it to them. So the Drifter takes it and studies it briefly before tucking it away somewhere within their cloak.]

[At least they do not ask after the cost. That much, at least, has changed.]

[Instead, they dig out a packet of little, individually-wrapped pinkish candies, and holds out the bag to Héctor.]

[vagabone]

[He takes one, knowing it'd be ridiculous to comment at all after making all that fuss--it'll probably end up with Ren, and there's nothing to stop them giving away the honey stick, but hey. Progress!]

Gracias! I guess I'll see you around later.

[hyperlit]

[A single blink of their dark eyes, and then a nod.]

ok