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

[lesbeau]

[Beau just rolls her eyes.]

Then how about it matters to me, huh? If you want somebody to remember, I will. Okay?

[They've been honest about this. Maybe she can be too.]

That's what my order does. Find the light in the darkness. Making sure good actions done quietly aren't forgotten.

[hyperlit]

[That seems to get their attention. They peer at her, newly intrigued.]

worthy goal
purpose of large library?

[See, they hadn't forgotten where that showdown took place. But asking questions is pointless without a good reason to do so, particularly as answers are seldom if ever guaranteed.]

[lesbeau]

[She struggles not to make a face, and instead just sighs, but doesn't frown.]

Yeah, yeah, you'd... remember that, huh.

[Why is she so cagey about people knowing stuff about her now? Sure, she's kept her secrets close to her heart in a sense, but... well, that's always been the secret. She wants connection. Just doesn't think she'll ever get it.]

That was the Cobalt Reserve. I lived there for a few years. Looks good on paper, but... I dunno. Maybe would've been better if it was empty except for the books.

[The fact her mind had destroyed it, set it to rites, placed her like a feral animal in a cage where the monks egged her towards blood... well, wasn't a coincidence, but wasn't wholly truth. Manifestations of feelings rarely are. It was so rarely about them anyway.]

[hyperlit]

there were many of them

[Why doesn't she want to go back? The association with that place was clearly not a positive one - not considering the circumstances of their battle, and the fact that she ended up there in the first place. Under any other circumstances, of course, they would have remained in that place, the Cobalt Reserve, for as long as they were able, drinking in the knowledge hidden in those stacks.]

[But it was only a temporary construct at best. Nothing so permanent.]

bad place?

[lesbeau]

[She's quiet for a moment, trying to think of how to phrase this. The books never hurt her; she knows the prize that information grants. It was never that.]

Bad people.

[Empty of life, perhaps, would be preferable. At least then she wouldn't have any unfortunate run ins with others she never wants to see again.]

I ran away once. Ended up being the best call I could've made.

[hyperlit]

[To that, the Drifter nods. They can understand that. Bad people can pollute memories of what may be an ordinarily wonderful place. In some ways, that is the most powerful tool those cruelties have - their staying power.]

do not need to return

[lesbeau]

[Beau responds to the gesture with a little shrug, noncommittal, kind of gazing off towards nothing.]

If we ever up being able to get to a non-wrecked version, I can get you in. 'Ss no big.

[She has her badge for access; no need to get them in trouble when she can just scan them through.]

Dunno if you'd understand a lot of what's in there though. Just because it's probably stuff about my world and not yours. But there's like... history, and stuff. Whatever you want.

[hyperlit]

history is essential

[Knowledge is vital. It is their occupation, and one of their primary interests. One of the few things that would have them dropping everything to pursue it, given the chance.]

[So they became a drifter. The next best thing. As unlikely as it is that such a place would materialize here out of nowhere, the gesture is nonetheless appreciated.]

[lesbeau]

[She nods, something small, but surprisingly genuine. It looks like most of her other movements though; noncommittal, bored, like she's closed off to the world.

Probably a mistake, learning they like libraries and aren't very strong. They're becoming too much like Caleb in her mind, and damn if that ain't a loaded association.]

Yeah. I'll find you if it happens.

[Man, now she has some stuff to think about too. Beau exhales through her nose before dropping her arms from her chest.]

Alright, go on, make your map if it makes you happy. I'm gonna go eat honey until I barf. You want some? The honey, not the barf.

[hyperlit]

purpose?

[Of. The honey, apparently. They need to know the purpose of the honey. They don't know that honey is actually quite good for most people, and the Drifter does appreciate sweet things, but they've simply never had the means or reason to try any. Not in this world, in any case.]

[At least she's not contesting their choice to map the Honeycomb anymore.]

[lesbeau]

[Beau narrows her eyes slightly in confusion.]

Purpose? For what, the honey or throwing up?

[Do they not know what honey is? Wait, did she just imply honey was supposed to make you barf, shit--]

Uhhh, no, wait, it's a food. It's like, sweet? You use it to flavor stuff mostly but you can also just eat it. But if you eat a lot of sweet stuff you can get sick. That's not what it's... for, though. Y'know. It's for food. Food reasons.

[Cool, well, that was an attempt.

But she won't press the map further. Maybe that is the thing that makes them happy. Whatever works.]

[hyperlit]

food is acceptable

[They do like sweet things, even if they don't actually recognize that they like them. Honey sounds...acceptable, if it is food, and can sustain one.]

would prefer not to
"barf"

[That, all parties can agree, is a universally unpleasant experience.]

[lesbeau]

Just don't eat too much of it. Listen to your body when it wants to stop.

[Wow that's good advice Beau, shame you won't take it.]

C'mon, I'll show you where it is and you can put it on your map.

[hyperlit]

[A moment of consideration. Then, at last, with that assurance, the Drifter nods. If it is to end up on their map - yes. It would make sense to put it on the map. This is sound reasoning.]

ok

[lesbeau]

[She's learning, slowly, that getting Drifter to take care of themselves is going to be a careful dance of reasoning to their mind. They won't do something just because, and their rules of what count as valid don't match hers. But she can get them to rest if it's protection. Eat if it's discovery. It's information Beau's collecting, however slight, to improve their life in small measures.

She cracks a smile, gesturing for them to follow.]

Follow me. You're gonna love it, mm sure.

[hyperlit]

[She's gleaned their mentality well. The Drifter's trust in their allies is such that they don't read this sort of thing as deception - and it's doubtful, even if they did, if that would be enough to shake their loyalty.]

[So they follow.]

[Why shouldn't they?]