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The Day o' Davy Jones

August 31st - September 7th
Isla Empieza

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The time has come. The way to Empieza is open. The mists still swirl around and the low, greenish cloud hangs heavy over the island, flickering with green lightning. But now there is a way to get in and a place to weigh anchor. The Navs seem to have stopped functioning, though. Pity.

In any case, there is a path to the central plaza of Empieza, bordered on either side by mist that feels caustic to the touch and seems almost ready to break free. From either side and within the mist are screams that linger as they fade, rattling growls, and other sounds that could induce nightmares in even the bravest of souls.

And somewhere in the mist lies Davy Jones, the rest of the shards, and a battle that will decide the outcome of this world...and yourselves.

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This is where the Humble Meep sits, though he seems to be deep in meditation and cannot be disturbed, humming to himself in a low drone. The fountain is active, spilling water with flashes and sparkles as if it were a sunny day rather than one filled with perpetual cloud cover.

Meep's journal is nearby, explaining in delicate words that this water is being continually purified and will heal and rejuvenate anyone who drinks from it (and make them obscenely happy for about ten minutes). It will also allow those who drink to traverse through the mist for up to an hour, but they must return to the well to refill...or be eaten up by it.

Unfortunately, the water isn't potable. Once it touches any container that isn't living flesh, it will simply evaporate. While possible to cup between your hands and carry that way, it might make it a bit difficult to fight.

Edited 2015-09-01 03:49 (UTC)

The doors have been thrown open, but it's deserted. Inside are various supplies as well as weapons that may be used, including those from this world and outside of it. There seems to be no repercussions in taking what you need but there is always a sense of someone -- or something -- watching.

This is also where fresh arrivals (or shall we say, old faces) will appear -- though there is no helpful note to explain the situation. From here on out, you're on your own.

This is where the nightmares wait. Whether they are creatures of flesh or of your fervid imagination and fears, it's no illusion that they want nothing more than to devour you, and will do so to the weary and unguarded.

Here is Davy Jones, as well, tall as a mountain and already being attacked by various peoples. You may recognize Navy Men, inhabitants from various islands, giants, strange aquatic looking beings, and even some perhaps not-so-wild animals. But he seems to shrug off every attack that comes his way -- even the ones that split his skin only seem to make him laugh. Somewhere or another you may spot Scurvey Dog in the fray, fighting with something resembling a silver whip... But she has little time for you except for perhaps a nod should she recognize you.

Feel free to fight here. To stem the tide. To help the effort. But don't expect to save the day.

In addition, you can expect to feel the mist eating away at you as you approach the hour mark. Best not to die here... Only those who wear the curiously humming shards they found past the Key Room during the Meep Manhunt will remain completely unaffected.

Those who, through curiosity, a vague premonition, intuition, ~~bad directional sense~~, or just plain luck, reach the edge of the forest will start to hear a muffled thumping sound like a drum beat.

The mist seems to be thinner here and there seems to be a pathway, however faint, through the forest and to a certain cave located in the center of it. Though the mist is thin, the beasts are even more dangerous and not even the purest of water can keep the nightmares and distractions totally at bay.

Surviving that and reaching the cave, you will find a dark passage leading down and down, where the drum beats match the push and pull of the ocean. You can smell the sea air, growing stronger as you make your way down. Where the cave will lead may seem like a dead end, except for a pool with red light that pulses in time with the thumping.

A long swim will get you to the heart of Davy Jones, and the massive shard which lies embedded in it. Will you give it to Scurvey Dog afterward and see what she makes of it? Try to keep it for yourself? Or just destroy the thing in hopes of destroying Davy Jones himself...or perhaps you think destroying it will get you the shard?

The choice is yours.

[Mod Note: As for who gets the heart -- well, basically, if you really want it, thread this out and within three days we'll RNG it with those who have actively been commenting... Unless you decide amongst yourselves!]

Celestia blinked through the mist with teleport after short-range teleport, dodging the beasts that surged through it as she pressed ever closer to the cave. Her wings beat powerfully, a shimmer of sunlight surrounding her as she gathered her power and held it.

She had not worn it since the disappearance of her ursine crewmate, but today the pony wore her duster. If nothing else, it would serve as armor and protection, or at least keep the mist from soaking her fur.

Not that it wouldn't get soaked in a minute anyway.

     If any place was beyond creepy, then this would have been it. Which makes Gaius feel no better for being here. He gritted his teeth behind the mask he wore as he slipped on ahead, scouting as he was accustomed to.

     Having managed to dispatch what beasts had appeared whenever he slipped out from the shadows, it didn't take him long to locate their foe, especially given how gigantic he was. "Well that's just great," he muttered, gripping his sword even tighter. At least someone was already here- well, what do you know?

     He could feel the shard on its chain as it hummed against his chest beneath his armor, hoping it didn't explode or ignite, but at least the mist seemed to continue to keep away from him. Once the others arrived, he'd toss a quick glance at them before nodding.

     "Here goes everything."

Zoro's appearance at the cave entrance is completely and utterly a fluke. Terrible sense of direction indeed, he totally meant to be going straight for Jones! And he was, so he thought, but several monster carcasses later and he found himself looming out of the mist with a familiar sight ahead. White wings were easy to spot against all this lurid green.

Trudging out of the darkness, Zoro had two of his three swords bared, and was already scuffed up. The blood on his shirt, however, was not his. "Oi, Celestia!" he called as he came. "Is this the right way? Where's Jones?"

[Gets unceremoniously spit out of the Nav and ends up in a heap on the floor.]

Okay, what the heck?! NOT FUNNY, MIKEY!

[Or...okay, no, maybe not a surprise attack from his brother, then. Because this totally isn't the lair.

His stomach sinks as he pushes himself back up to his feet and takes a look around, and when he spots the Nav he just came flopping out of, he lets out a loud groan.]

Oh, come on. Seriously??!

Next time, he was sticking with someone else- but it was only because he'd come to realize how terrible Zoro's sense of direction was that he hadn't wanted to leave him to wander on his own. Lyrik was at least glad to be with someone who knew how to take care of those monsters at least.

"Ah! Thank goodness!" he exclaimed as they met up with Celestia. "Miss Celestia, are you okay?"

You're telling me! This place doesn't even have any wifi!

[he is half hidden behind a massive bookshelf, because where else would he be. Not currently freaking out if that's what you're thinking.

Well maybe a little. Maybe a lot. But hey, books! That's gotta be good for something right?]

Maybe one of these can tell us how to get home... again.

[peeks around the bookshelf to offer Raph a grin]

Looks like you'll have no choice but to research!

[Well, there they are. Die all, die merrily.

Gan Ning isn't one for mushy sentiments, but this really does feel like the end. Nothing in this world so far has been anything like this. It's Orochi x a billion, it's the oily mystical fogs of the demon only green instead of purple and infinitely more sinister. As such, he's already sort of told the crew that they're free to go whichever way they want, no one is going to be stuck guarding the ship or staying with the crew. So, in case he doesn't see them again after they spread out over the island, he wants to say his farewells.

Don't get him wrong, though, he wants them by his side if they wish, and he'll fight to the bitter end for them.

Given his experience with Orochi, his target will be Davy Jones himself, impossible or not. For now, though, he scopes things out around the fountain, mystified by the water, wondering if anyone's going to peek at Meep's journal, and whether the shard around his neck is going mean his survival or his death.]

So. Looks like this ain't gonna be easy.

Has it ever been?

[His mask shoved up from his face, the thief/dreadknight wears a grim expression, however the corner of his lips quirks up around the sucker stick that juts out from between them.]

We've gone this far, Jingles. No turning back now.

Course not. [as he turns with his hands on his hips, looking all smug. It's never not sincere, but today it just might be partially masking a bit of concern] Only way out is through Jones, yeah?

You got all the rest of the shards from the ship? Man, I was hopin' Meep here would be able to make the ones we got already do the harmony thing but he looks kinda busy.

Yep.

[He nods then, reaching into one of his hidden pockets, drawing out a pouch. Bouncing it in hand, he holds it out to Gan Ning. With so many of them together, you can hear them humming within.]

[Yeesh, creepy. He holds his hand up to decline the offer.] Nah, you've got magic and I don't. They're better off with you than me. More'n likely to kill me.

[he breathes a long sigh and looks off through the mist, trying to guess where Jones is. It's not a small island, they've got a lot of places to look.]

What d'ya think? Is the world gonna disappear the minute we rip him apart, or are we gonna have time to hold hands and sing a song before we get sent home?

[Looks around in surprise at the familiar voice and MANFULLY TRIES TO HIDE his relief. Hurray, he's not alone!

...Ahem.

He makes a slashing gesture with his hand.]

No way, dude, I am not researching anything. We came outta that thing this time, right?

[Points at the Nav.]

So screw this, I'm just gonna go back!

[TRIES TO...CLIMB BACK INTO THE NAV...

Might get very frustrated very quickly because it's obviously not working. You might want to stop him from trying to smash the thing.]

...maybe not. Look-

[His brow arching as he realizes it himself, he steps away from the fountain, holding the pouch out where the mist is, watching as it seems to suck back from it.]

Wish I knew, but it doesn't seem like we get instructions or how things are supposed to turn out once all gets said and done. I think we're just gonna have to play this by ear, like always.

[Zoro will end up here at least three times over the course of this exploring and fighting. Mostly by accident. But it's the only place that seems to have bottles of booze free for the taking, and don't mind if he do.

He needs it for strength and energy, you know.

But there's a good chance he'll get into the bottles of Fishman sake that strangely seem to be stocked here, which means he'll be passed out on the floor asleep instead of chugging down booze for strength.]

[HEY! GUESS WHO ELSE IS ALREADY HERE, but like, he's been digging around on his own...]

YO! Dudes! It wasn't me this time!

[Mikey yelled from the other side of the shop, spinning around a pair of salamis as if they were nun-chucks. Combat cold cuts! he takes a bite out of one, makes a face and spits it out, it still has the rind on it. Blah.]

[He drops the meats and digs around in weapons]

Heeey, guys. You get the feeling we've been here before?

[well, duh...]

[well if that don't beat all...

He feels better about the shard resting between his collarbones, beneath the bronze necklace he always wears, but he'll still leave the bulk of the shards to Gaius. He has more pockets.]

Huh. Guess you got a point there. Well, if the Lady could do this all by herself, she'da done it already. She needs us for somethin', so we might as well give our all.

[He raises one arm to bump his leather-clad forearm against Gaius' - this calls for more than just a fistbump

I was plannin' to go after Jones. Ya with me, old pal?

[Interrupts your bro moment because HE IS HERE FOR SOME REASON.

...No, but actually, he doesn't even remember being home at all -- it's like he was in his room on the Nightfury, sleeping peacefully, and then the next thing he knew he was being spit out of the Nav in the bloody Backwater Brig of all places, and just...honestly.

Why?

What is his life.

Also there were giant talking turtles hanging around in there and they rather freaked him out, so he hightailed it out and headed for the only logical place in town.

That damn fountain.

AND OH LOOK. CREW!]

Excuse me, but just what the hell is going on here?? Can someone explain to me why I was dumped in that odd, backwards little shop?

[Lowering the pouch, Gaius gives a nod.]

If she didn't need us, we probably wouldn't have been brought here in the first place.

[He arches a brow at Gan Ning and grins, raising his other hand and arm up to mimic the gesture.]

You know it. Still owe that guy a punch or something, right?

[...and then there's that familiar voice. Wait.

He looks at Gan Ning to make sure he's not hearing things or imagining- and then looks over at the wizard.]

....Broomstick?

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[he's got his mouth open to make some kind of nasty remark about showing Jones how the Han did things right when it came to executions, but then there's this pale blond kid looming up out of the fog and...]

You're shitting me! Draco? What the hell, you've been gone for months!

...aw hell, this is gonna be a lot to explain.

[Maa well... this is interesting. He's just going to use you as a seat if it's all the same to you, Roronoa, as he looks at the familiar, unfamiliar surroundings]

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The Day o' Davy Jones

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The Forest, The Cave, The Heart

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