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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This island is a waste of time, obviously. And why people are buying into it in droves instead of doing something productive would be beyond Five, if it wasn't for the fact that people are generally morons. Sure, let's all take a vacation from survival, because that's definitely how that works.

But even he can't spend 30 hours straight on work without taking a break occasionally. And then Dolores' complaining about feeling cooped up had reached critical mass, so here he is, wandering the place in search of a quiet little spot, preferably including cool drinks. His backpack seems oddly full, and two painted eyes peek out from under the flap.

He's about to make a fairly wide berth around the tents, on account of there being way too many people in them, when he hears a familiar voice whispering conspiratorially. It's the kind of voice that promises some sort of bullshit he's surely too busy to be curious about. He stops anyway, and raises an eyebrow.

"Hey."

"I found you!"

This is one of many people she had hoped to wrangle into said bullshit, immediately diving back into the tent with a little smile that would probably look devious under any other circumstance. It's fine. Wait there. Not like he can go anywhere fast with the hulking treasure he has pressed against his back. Whatever loot he found was good and she's going to get on that in a hot second.

But first, she pokes her head out from the side and quickly says-"This is Fort Cat ESP Egg," And dips back in, as if that helps explain anything, rustling to the other side to stick her hand out of a split in blankets, waving him over. "You have to come in!"

And then her hand is gone in the blink of an eye, as the blankets rustle and partially collapse towards the back door she's apparently heading towards. Whatever. Don't question it, please. She's living her best life. "You can bring your treasure too. I won't take it, I promise. It'll be safe here."

Right here in the treasure section, which she helpfully points out by letting her hand shoot up towards the top. She's unable to break the blanket barrier, but her hand is moving against the blanket, showing her position, though it looks more like she's trying to taunt a cat. Terrible. Come in from anywhere because she's sure waiting.

Yeah, Fort Alphabet Soup, more like. And there she goes, already back into her nest and he's about to assume that this was the extent of her interest in him, when she waves at him from a completely different part of the construction. How has this thing not collapsed yet? And what's she even doing in it?

Blissfully unaware that he is being baited, he wanders around the perimeter of the tent with his hands in his pockets, following her random appearances. He's got no idea what treasure she thinks he has, but he'll go with it.

Seems like she's reached a dead end in there, at which point he could just go back to what he was actually doing. But there's got to be more to this than a bunch of blankets inside a tent, right? There's no need for shelter, so what's it for?

Coming in from anywhere he can surely do, and so he simply blinks through the blanket right next to her. It's smaller on the inside than he was expecting, but, you know, still kind of a comfortable height for him. He lets his gaze trail over the decor once, noncommittally. "Nice place you've got here."

They shared a dream once-a fun afternoon playing with paint. She hunted him down, while he disappeared and reappeared around corners and buildings in the blink of an eye. She recalls that moment vividly as she sees his shadow on the fort's thin blanket vanish and she presses her face against it to investigate-all of ten seconds away from burrowing her way out to see where he went. He can't just leave like that. It's illegal and unfair and-

Then she hears his voice-close. Very close. And as she whips her head to look behind her, she-

Looks elated. It takes only a second for her to switch gears, pushing back from the edge of the fort to get comfortable on the many, many pillows underneath her.

"It's a very nice place. I made it all by myself."

The monstrosity has a touch of Ren in every part of it. There's definitely some pieces superglued together with the reward they got from paintballing the island-it's probably easy to tell once he's inside and that's 100% the reason why this place hasn't collapsed on him yet.

"That's how you know it's safe. The cats even came by to say 'hello' so you can leave your treasures here while you rest."

He wouldn't know what to do with that look of delight on her face upon seeing him, but as it stands he missed it anyway, still examining the architecture without, you know, touching anything. He can see where everything's glued together now and that is somehow charmingly ruthless and resourceful. This whole thing is gonna be an absolute bitch to pull down for somebody later and she's right to sound proud of herself.

The emphasis on the place being safe isn't lost on him, and he nods once like it's a valid concern. "Not tired, but thanks." And he really will be on his merry way very soon, so he doesn't sit down. "Found a lot of treasures on this island?"

"Yes," It's highly unlikely that answer comes as a surprise to anyone, given her grand idea of what treasure is to begin with. There's dirt here, surprise, oh look rocks too, what the hell-amazing island 10/10 she loves it.

But thankfully, it's not dirt she's trying to push his feet away to grab. He wants to see what she found? No? Well, too bad. It's happening sweetheart. Once she ushers him off a particular pillow, she pulls it off to reveal-

Honeysticks. So many honeysticks. An absurd amount that could only come from being unsupervised for the last two days. When she sticks her hand down, they nearly reach the middle of her index finger and she's beaming with pride. "I found these and lots of rocks and some shells and a stick that's the color of your hair."

And he's more than likely standing on all of these things.

"Did you find anything? Are you hiding them in your bag?"

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