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

[tenthstreetbred]

.....energy sludge.

[She can feel her brain blessedly turning to sludge as well the more and faster she drinks.]

Could you change what it looks like, if you wanted? Make it more friendly?

[deathfindsaway]

[Shepard pleASE,,,

He just squints towards her, like he's quickly losing patience with this entire ordeal.]

I... no? No. That is how my Goddess shaped the plane she rules. It doesn't need to be friendly. I assume that once you're in there with everyone else it can feel like whatever you want though, I mean-- you know, people don't tend to be opposed.

[tenthstreetbred]

Guess they have more important things to worry about. Like being dead. Don't got time for... for aesthetics.

[Oh spirits, she's really feeling... the spirits lol.]

Mmm don't remember anything of when I was dead. Don't know if that means there isn't any place we go to back home or if I just didn' get ta go.

[She takes another quick swallow and, finding less than a few drops left, reaches for another bottle as she places the one she finished on the ground. All the while she tries to push the memory of Miranda reaching for her face as she "woke up" for the first time since dying.]

[deathfindsaway]

There are aesthetics. They simply aren't yours.

[he LIKES his spooky silver pool!! let him be spoopy!!!

Kravitz looks at her with the same sort of disappointed face, and once she's opened another bottle, he swipes it from the bar and takes a sip from it himself.]

This, however, sounds as if it's becoming a drowning of sorrows, and that is hardly befitting to our locale. This island is ruled by the god of celebration, not the one of regret.

[He looks towards her, his face gentle.]

I promise, when this is over, I will take you myself if you truly belong in the Astral Plane. You may rest. Alright?

[tenthstreetbred]

[Shepard pauses at Kravtiz’s words. For a moment she’s confused, the alcohol muddling her senses and his meaning not sticking right away. But then it finally hits, helped with the gentle look on his face.]

Kravitz…

[She doesn’t quite know how to express her gratitude at his words. But it’s a calming feeling through her whole body. She hugs him tight then, working quite well not to spill anything on him.]

Thank you. That means- that means a lot.

[She knows she shouldn’t be happy for this sort of thing. After all, if she is brought back to save the world again and again, who is she to really rail against it? But to think that there might be an end, that it might be a guarantee? It’s more hope than she’s had in a long, long time.]

I just wish I could do something for you in return. Something that means that much.

[deathfindsaway]

[He isn't expecting the hug when it comes, nor the fondness or genuine care in her eyes. People?? Feeling emotions?? Well that just sounds fake. But he still gives her a little pat-pat, part awkward sibling hug and part actual attempts at being a Nice Person.]

Please, it-- it's no trouble. Do you ask civilians that you save for some form of repayment? Just don't bring anyone back from the dead of your own volition or power, and you'll be perfectly fine.

[He'd say don't do it period, but he also knows she was Dead Once Already and he doesn't want her to continue to blame herself for things she can't control.]