lifeaftr | 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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[Sure, mage hand, yep. Let's go with that. She's moving faster than he's equipped to naturally handle, and he still can't shake the feeling that he's being spectacularly zagged on, especially when he chokes on a cough at her last request.]

I-- It-- that's not-- you don't need to.

[It's kind of a miracle he didn't just sputter out "im sorry im gay" but that terminology is a little too new to be comfortable on his tongue.]

What I mean is, thanks are unnecessary, it was no trouble. And uhm, my mistake in the first place, so.

[At least he only caught one part of the zagging.]

[The grin she shoots back at him when he declines makes it clear she knows exactly what the fuck she's doing.]

Well, it looked like those fireworks were maybe sabotaged or something. But don't worry, I'll find some way to make it up to you sometime!

[To be clear, that should be read as extremely ominous, even if her tone is decidedly casual. She clasps her hands behind her back innocently.]

Are there any more fireworks here? Maybe we should make sure they're not messed up like those other ones were. It could be somebody's going around messing these up for like, you know... to do bad things.

[It's like 20% ominous. She's ringing too close to the kind of pure chaos he usually only gets out of Merle, and as it turns out even when it's not Merle he doesn't know what he's fucking doing. But when does he ever, right? Kravitz clears his throat in an attempt to steady himself, giving her a quick nod.]

I think there are firing mechanisms at every campsite, yes. But there's quite a few of them. I'm not sure how to check if they've been sabotaged.

[Not that he should probably let her be leading anything, but he's learned in situations like this that he gets bagged way less when he isn't the center of attention. Let them do something wild and just ensure the whole place doesn't burn down. That's fully all he has.]

Unless you have some idea to tell when one is damaged or changed?

[She nods emphatically.]

My detective partner back home was really, really good with explosive stuff, so she taught me a few things!

[Like "when you shoot a keg of black powder with fire it explodes." Real involved stuff.]

I can definitely tell if someone's been messing with them. And then! Maybe we can trail it back to whoever started it!

[IT'S ENTIRELY A WILD FUCKING GOOSE CHASE. Come with her on this magical journey of imagination.]

[See, the unfortunate part here is he has no reason not to trust her that she actually knows these things. And if someone else got blown up and had to be revived he'd just be incredibly pissed. So alright. Guess he's doing this, the doofus.

He nods, more committed than before.]

If you think you could figure this out, I think it's only right that we do. That way the culprit's work can at least be stopped, and if we're lucky we may find the saboteur themselves.

[He might too be getting a little into the idea of CATCHING A CRIMINAL and she has him hook line and sinker.]

Alright then! Where do we begin?

May Adventure: I Want to Go Where Everyone Goes

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