INTRO LOG: APRIL 2014

[highseasmods]

WELCOME NEW CHARACTERS!
Have an intro log for the month of April!

Who: Any and all new characters, as well as anyone hanging out on or around Isla Empieza!
Where: Near the fountain in the town center.
When: New characters will arrive around April 9th! The log is good for as long as you need it.
What: You've just been dropped on your head in a weird new world. Time to figure out what the heck is going on!
Status: VERY OPEN.

The day begins gray and drizzly, the miserable sort of rain that just makes everything muddy and unpleasant. Just the luck of the locals of Isla Empieza that these April showers bring more outsiders instead of May flowers. As the day goes by, the rain gets heavier and the locals get surlier. Lucky for you you have that message in your journals telling you to get moving and find a crew, huh?

Feel free to throw your characters here if you need a place for them to get situated and start figuring things out! Start new threads, tag into others, meet the people who might just become part of your crew! Older characters will be in and out, too, depending who is on the island at the current time.

HAVE FUN! And welcome to High Seas!

Comments

[lazyjustice]

[Hm, well, it was raining. That was unpleasant. Unfortunately whatever entity had brought him here hadn't the courtesy to pack an umbrella. He could, of course, potentially, make one out of ice. But if the journal and the poem were to be believed--and he hadn't seen any reason why they shouldn't be--then he was truly in another world.

As such he wasn't sure if he wanted to show off so readily. On the other hand...it was pretty wet and he stood out no matter where he went, it seemed, and he'd been wandering for an hour or two before finding himself back at the fountain.

Well...

He scratched his chin and stood by the fountain, staring at the poem again. Reading the journal, before putting his hands in his pockets with the journal tucked at his side, holding it with his arm.

It was wet. That was unpleasant.

He was in another world, apparently. Also unpleasant.

These were established facts]

How troublesome.

[judging by the looks of the town there aren't even beds his size. He rubs the back of his head. It is very wet. But for now he's content that it should be so.

If anyone should approach/awake, they will find the lanky ten foot tall man either idly staring at the broken poem on the fountain, or seeming to be sleeping standing up, the sleep mask covering his face]

[bolincredible]

Whoo, man, I feel you there. [ Did someone say troublesome. Why yes, yes they did. It was the unnaturally large gentleman with the nice outfit and the sleep mask. Well, whatever, it doesn't seem like he's hurting anything or anybody. Just, uh. Staring at a fountain. That's totally a thing that happens.

Bolin, at least, was lucky enough to be hanging around the South Pole before he wound up-- wherever he is. In another world, apparently, with a journal and a busted-up fountain and a freaking giant dude. Being in the arctic meant that he came complete with a coat. Sure, it's kind of warm for winter wear, but never too warm to shuck a coat entirely. He's spent enough time in his life wishing for a coat and not having one to appreciate having it around right now. Mako would also probably kill him if he ever tried such a thing.

Big plus: he can just kind of drape it over the top of his head, which gives Pabu some shelter, too, as long as he stays curled around the back of Bolin's neck. Yep. Responsible as hell. Everything is definitely under control so far. He's got this. It's handled. He's calm and totally going to nip the situation in the bud. ]

Maybe I'm just not "a frog's hair smarter'n the resta the bilge rats" or something [ A quotation full of emphasis on the wrong parts of the words, because he has never read something that... unique in his entire life. It also includes a palms-up shrug of offended confusion. ], but I like to think I know troublesome when it hits me with a creepy fountain and a mysterious book telling me to become a sailor? I mean-- talk about weird.

[chore_boy]

[No matter what Akainu said, what the newspapers and reports said, what his peers mumbled when they heard of him--Coby had never been the type of person to view Kuzan as an evil man. Having met the man before, he never thought anything negative... Except for a few grimaces at how awkwardly he could sleep.

He sat down next to the man he presumed to be the former admiral, not quite noticing he was up a leg and down numerous scars. Coby held an umbrella over Kuzan's head as he slept, waiting patiently. He hadn't exactly intended on speaking to him, but considered his gesture to be one of respect--from one upholder of justice to another.

It was awkward, given that Coby was seated on top of the fountain itself if only to actually reach the behemoth's head.]

[arcadiasailor]

[Welcome Committee duty was much more enjoyable via the journal but last wave had been a disaster without Codi on the ground. People had been still in port weeks after arriving. Therefore Harlock was out in his Jolly Roger embroidered black coat to ward off the drizzle and a stack of welcome committee info flyers under his arm.
While he was ready for half awake confused people standing in the rain he wasn't expecting someone a good 4 feet taller than him asleep standing up.

Harlock had to check to make sure he hadn't unexpectedly shrunk again. He ends up grumbling very loudly.]
Jones just wants met to think I'm vertically challenged this month.

Hey if you're going to sleep I don't recommend doing it in the rain.

9th through 16th

[maskedtyrant]

[New arrivals to this wonderful rainy island are in undoubtedly the best hands--or so Codi has decided. Why wouldn't they be, with the entire crews of the Sinewave and Triton's Mistress there to assist in welcoming duties? Or helping replace her welcome flyers before they get too soggy to read? Or responding to entries in the welcome post that she's set up in the journals? Right? This must absolutely be everyone's priority in being island-side.]

[Codi, at least, is more than enthusiastic about her self-imposed duties. She hurries around the town at an alarming pace, looking for relatively shaded places to hang posters out of the rain and to check her journal for updates, all the while keeping a watchful eye for anyone who looks particularly lost or out-of-place. The people she approaches may or may not actually be new. Either way, the ginger woman is very forward about her greetings, all teeth and energy while she (more often than not) comes up behind people, taps them on the shoulder--]

Hey! You're lost?

10th

[lazyjustice]

[he's somewhat gotten the lay of the land at this point, such as there is, and found a place with an accommodating bed--though people kept confusing him for a giant for some reason. Ten feet wasn't that extravagant, was it?

He senses her coming, or rather her intent which is fairly forthright and determined and turns as she taps him, blinking at the question]

Ah, well, as to that, I'm not entirely sure... [but since she's inquiring] Do you happen to have a log pose, miss?

april 9th

[instaboobs]

[Just the luck of the locals? Just the luck of one pigtailed girl.

This whole thing smacked of a practical joke being pulled on him, even if he couldn't quite figure out who would be behind it. The general idea was that this was some kind of training exercise that his Dad or that rotten old man was behind, but even they're not this creative. So what gives?

Of course, he was a little interested in the poem, much more the gem. He got a wish for getting the pieces together? Well, there's already one perk of being on this shitty island! If he can get that ruby together, then, Bye Bye Girl, Hello Manhood!

For now, she can be found shopping around, trying to be cute and get discounts on this and that. It's not working of course, so the later the day is, the more irritated the red-haired pigtailed girl is. At a few points, he'll be muttering to himself:]

Sure knows how to make a guy feel welcome.

[alwaysgrumpy]

Yeah, this place will do that.

[Akira's just been watching the attempts with a bit of amusement. Might have worked back home, but the locals here were such a gruff lot.]

You might wanna' quit tryin' to flaunt your feminine wiles. The people on this island have a nose for newcomers and they don't like us much. They pretty much just tolerate us.

[lazyjustice]

[catches her shopping around purely incidentally. She's a little short for him, then again so is everyone, it seems. But she's brightly colored and not uncute. And, so, at some point, Ranma will have an extraordinarily tall man lean to look down at her a bit from the outside doorway, hands folded in his pockets]

You're a busty young miss. Are you free tonight?

[he's probably just seeing what she'll do. Maybe. Possibly. He could be entirely serious. He hasn't made up his mind yet]

[my_lost_heart]

[The crew of the Koumyou had got in to port not long ago, and Haruka was glad for the change of scenery. At some point she needed to head over to Backwater Brig, but she was also taking some time to look around the local shops and inspect their wears. This was usually the time that new arrivals appeared and she was curious about who might arrive next.

Needless to say, when the cute little red-haired girl called herself a guy.. it was a little startling]

Eh-? A guy?! [Not meaning to be rude, she cupped a hand over her mouth.]

I'm sorry, I think I misheard you. Are- you new here Miss?

[mostattitude]

[Walks out of a nearby shop with a bag slung over his shoulder just in time to hear one of those mutters, and he can't help snorting.]

A little rain's not so bad. At least there weren't any dumb pirate ghosts hanging around or the Navy waiting to blow you up.

april 9th

[bolincredible]

[ Oh dear sweet bearded Avatar Aang, please let this not be a dark spirit thing. Bolin just does not have it in him, and Pabu clearly doesn't, either.

He's... he's just really at a loss here. Why is this happening to him? Who is Davy Jones, and why does he have a locker? Why does that locker sound terrifying in more than an "unwashed lucky pro bending uniform" way? Why's this fountain so gross? Where are his friends and loved ones? What about his dinner plans? Honestly.

The Welcome Committee flyers help out a lot, which is cool. Bolin can be found in some varying flavors!

Freshly arrived, clearly confused, clutching a fire ferret, and debating if screaming will help him in any way. It won't help, but he might just let one out for the sake of feeling unburdened.

On the move, with his coat draped over his head to better avoid having rain in his eyes. Mostly, he's kind of looking for a place to duck into for food or a rucksack or something. Like, okay, he's definitely gonna buy some food, and the rucksack is more like a pleasant bonus in which to hold the food (and, later, in which to hold some reliable earth to bend because there's a lot of mud here, and that just doesn't work for him so well). Bolin's gonna find some flyers and get oriented, so help him.

He'll also have literally no issue with approaching strangers to make conversation. Confused and alone are clearly both things that conversation can fix, okay. Oh, did you want to be left alone to read that newspaper? Sorry. Can't let it happen. Gotta say hi.

And as a bonus alternative: some fire ferret may or may not have just jumped onto the nearest lap/table/head to steal bits of the food somebody is eating. Yeah. Right out of their hand, possibly. This is pre-Bolin-gets-lunch, naturally (and a better option for characters who would not be inclined to kill, maim, or otherwise physically harm a small mammal). But never fear! The voice of fatherly admonishment is here. ]

Pabu! What have I told you about table manners? [ Pets these days, I tell you what. ]

Re: april 9th

[alwaysgrumpy]

So you're the guy who owns Mister Sticky Fingers, here?

[Akira's none too happy about having someone steal his turkey drumstick. Granted, he stole it from a stall in the first place, but it's the principle of the thing. He locks eyes with the little beast for a moment, narrowing his gaze before switching back to Bolin's face.]

I'd ask for the food back, but I don't want it after a weasel has been chewin' on it. You should keep him closer, this place can be dangerous.

pabu

[arcadiasailor]

[He wasn't that put off by the red furred creature that was sniffing at his sandwich. Between Jack, Mikun and the goat the red fur ball was polite. He couldn't help not give it a piece of bread.]

It's nothing really. What is it anyway?

[youshouldberunning]

[Welp. This was snot how to start off her weekend. Some how Liz went from getting dressed (black jeans, black top, black leather jacket and belt) and ready for a mission briefing to... suddenly in a strange location and getting rained on.]

[Looking up to the sky and letting it fall on her face a moment she let out a deep sigh.] I didn't sign up for this... [her flat tone said she was a bit off put, but not surprised?]

[And why should she be. Last time she was in one place and ended up in another it was a disaster. She's hoping for improvement this time. Hitting her tracking device it beeped, flashing a light, but she didn't realize it wont connect. Pulling out her phone she stuck the blu tooth in her ear and tried to connect, pacing around a bit as she did.]

[Strange place. And that Journal with the information wasn't what she wanted to hear.] Come on, Red. Pick up.

[when she realized she was cut off from her world, seriously else where... she frowned and stuffed the phone into it's place on her belt. Great. Folding the journal up she tucked it into her belt under he jacket and then tried to shake some water off. Wonderful. This was great.]

[Flicking her arms off to the side, she didn't dare light up right now. Not when others could see. So much for drying off. Time to look for shelter or... damn, it wanted her to get out into the ocean? Fat chance of that.]

[Liz is wandering the town and the docks, looking for clues on how she got here. And why HB isn't here instead of her.]

Market?

[maskedtyrant]

Hey you!

[Sitting under the overhang of a street vendor's cart, currently empty due to slow business from the rain, Codi waves down someone who is definitely not in the local dress and desperate enough to look around that she doesn't mind getting wet. If she isn't a newcomer, Codi will be very surprised.]

Come out of the rain for a minute, would you?

Local Inn

[myfayevalentine]

*So this place was as bad as it could get, and then it started raining. If Faye was going to be anywhere in this weather, she'd need food, and drink. Fast. So she makes her way into the bar, using the rain to her advantage as she flicks the damp hair from her eyes.

Faye will either be at the bar, casting her eyes around to find someone generous enough to buy her a meal and a drink. Quite obviously a stranger, she's keeping her wits about her all the same.

Otherwise, she'll linger in the doorway, waiting for the rain to pass, stepping in and out of the street every now and then, which someone may or may not notice*

[maskedtyrant]

[That person will be Codi, once she makes her way indoors. That's enough of a production for her to warrant taking her time.]

[The door pops open and hits the adjacent wall with an audible thump. Codi lets it swing close behind her, taking a moment to look over the bar. There's enough people that she can't pick out a stranger immediately...but there's one way she can think to find them.]

Wow! Sure is wet, huh? [The ginger's tone is friendly, but quite loud, just shrill enough to cut through the general murmur around them. The natives hardly glance at her before resuming their conversations in more hushed, huddled groups; perhaps newcomers will bother to actually turn around and look? Codi watches carefully for that reaction as she strolls further in, towards the bar--and a person sitting there who does seem a bit out-of-place, but she can't be sure yet.] I should probably get a new coat! Haha!...

[alwaysgrumpy]

[Akira's just here for the food, really. He's already managed to snag himself a roasted leg of lamb and seems to be enjoying it immensely. He takes a glance at her as he walks by, stopping mid-step.

A part of him wants to say, "Well, that's a classy look." Luckily, he's really trying harder to be nice to people he doesn't know.]

...You probably want something that protects you a little better from the elements. Medicine isn't exactly top of the line around here. At least compared to what I knew back home.

Re: Local Inn

[arcadiasailor]

[Standing all day waiting for people to randomly appear was boring and wet.He just wants to get inside and get something to eat preferably hot. He's not in the mood to have to squeeze past the half dressed woman blocking the doorway.]

You're either in or out lady.

April 9th-12th

[awhitecrow]

[9th

On the ninth of April, Jonathan Hollom finds himself standing in front of a fountain. He finds himself standing in front of a fountain. Alive. On land. In the middle of a town.

There are so many things wrong with that. So, so many.

How he finds himself in an alley, tucked away from everyone... He's not really sure. But when he's stopped hyperventilating and his stomach is no longer doubling in on itself, he manages to think and act.

He gets rid of his blue coat immediately. If he's picked out as someone connected with the Navy, he will be questioned about his ship. If he's known for a deserter, he'll hang. Which is somehow something he wants to avoid. He's not thinking clearly enough to wonder if that might be best.

It's then that he finds two things -- coins in his pocket and a book. A book with a strange letter on the first page. No one's around, so... he takes it before heading out into the town to... try and figure out where he is.]


[10th-12th

Jonathan Hollom has changed his entire wardrobe. He looks like a civilian now. His white woolen trousers have been changed for brown, and he has a brown waistcoat and brown coat.

He's read the journal more than a few times and had a few questions answered, and, so far, he's been tolerated by an innkeeper, especially since he offered to work for his room and board. Cooking and serving guests comes easily, the latter especially encouraged by his very temporary employer in order to get him out and off the island. But, for now, he's not being shoved out the door, at least.

Evenings, he's found in the inn's dining area, clearing tables or running food and drink. During the day, he wanders the streets, occasionally daring to slip down to the shipyard to look at the docked vessels.

It's inevitable, and he knows it, but that doesn't mean he has to be in a hurry.]

9th?

[maskedtyrant]

[Running into Codi isn't a difficult task--particularly when she's already spotted her prey victim interesting subject running away from an otherwise empty fountain square. If she hadn't seen him acting so strangely, in such obvious panic, she might have been tempted to peg him as one of the locals; his dress is relatively inconspicuous, almost military, like some of the Navy...but there's nothing around for him to be running from. No troop for him to patrol with. And when he finally pokes his head out of the alley that Codi's casually taken position next to, he's carrying one of their journals.]

[How. Very. Suspicious. She should definitely talk to him.]

[The ginger is waiting just outside, wearing the spring garb of the locals to blend in as best she can--so once Hollom wanders out, she can get a good jump out of him. This should be good. His back turned, several feet in front, Codi says as loudly and assertively as possible: ]

Nice weather, huh?

[It's...raining, of course. But the grin plastered on her face says that she doesn't care.]

April 9th

[reformatted]

[It takes a few seconds, but soon enough Lambda's red eyes open from behind her visor. The single red eye of the device looks up, and for the first time the Murakumo Unit is able to get a look at her surroundings. Her body feels strange, groggy, though she doesn't know the word for it. Odd, considering she has no recollection of shutting down. Then again, maybe Kokonoe simply overrode her systems and performed an emergency shut down.

What a weird place for her to be shut down in. The stone beneath her is cold and damp, and the rain is coming down pretty good. Thankfully her systems are waterproofed.]

Loading... Loading... Loading...

Loading...complete. All systems...normal.

[That's a relief. Lambda sits up for the first time and takes a much better look around at her surroundings. No landmarks stand out, and a check of her memory banks confirms that there was no shut down. There was a spatial transfer, however. It's possible that it failed and she ended up here...wherever here was. An attempt to contact her superiors fails miserably the first time. Same with the second and third. Normally this would be when fear sinks in, but Lambda merely stands up and begins hovering an inch off the ground. Just before she was about to leave the area, she notices the journal sitting near where she woke up. After picking it up and flipping through a few pages and reading its contents, she takes it under arm and heads off to look around some more.

About an hour or so later, she'll be pulling over anyone she happens to come across. Gathering information from others seems like a better alternative to just scouting the area. Just pay no mind to the robotic filter in her voice.]

Requesting information on current location. Please respond.

[maskedtyrant]

[Well, that's one way to stand out. If Lambda hadn't approached her first, Codi would've been able to spot the hovering woman from down the street, and would have known that she's one of the new arrivals just as quickly. At least this way, Lambda is at an advantage--Codi hasn't had time to prepare her introduction. She's caught slightly off-guard by the sheer...mechanics of the person currently staring at her.]

Ah...hi! [Started or otherwise, the ginger is as chipper as ever.] You're on Empieza--the main island. This is where everyone wakes up. I mean, where all of us wake up. [A beat. Codi, being ever subtle, asks the obvious: ] ...What's up with your voice?

[...She's not a robot, is she? Oh god, she might be a robot. If she's a robot Codi is going to flip her shit in the best possible way. Please be a robot.]

YAAAH LATE TO THE PARTY let's say around the 11th.

[put_yur_guns_on]

[Had it been an ambush?

He'd dismissed the thought as soon as it crossed his mind. Surely he would have remembered something of it, and he would never allow himself to be caught without even the chance of drawing his sword. It was strange though, this sensation, these sounds and the smell...

He'd awoken to the sound of water hitting his helmet, but even then it had taken some time to open his eyes. From how damp his clothes had become, it had been a fair amount of time that he'd been lying there, but other than that, everything by way of his belongings was in order. Of course, he was missing his horse, not to mention Kojūrō and the rest of his army. ...and then there was the fact that this was obviously nowhere around nor near Odawara, and the locals dressed in Western-looking attire, running off when they accidentally met his eye.]

...what kind of crazy did I end up in..?

[It's difficult not to walk around somewhere new and not look lost, but no one around seems likely to call him on it, much less offer any assistance. People give the samurai in blue a wide berth as he walks the wet streets. He knows the looks, the feeling he gets from them, and needless to say, he isn't too pleased. To be feared by one's opponent is one thing, but to be feared by civilians is another. Any approach made by him has been met with a startled gasp and a quick departure in the opposite direction, although he's heard the word 'pirate' yelped more than once.

He laughs, although he's hardly amused. Neither is he amused at the note scrawled in the journal he'd found when he'd awoken some time ago. Masamune hardly has the time nor patience for riddles and strange warnings, much less figuring out how he can read something that doesn't look a lick like Japanese. But if this fountain has something worth seeing, it's as much a lead as he has for anything, right now.]

[maskedtyrant]

[There's at least one person who isn't terrified to see the samurai walking towards the center of town, although there aren't very many people gathered around the fountain to begin with. At least, not anymore.]

[By the 11th, Codi has seen to a good chunk of them, and is finally allowing herself some time to relax. She sits by the aged statue, flipping through the pages of a journal that Masamune might find very similar to the one he's woken up with, except with considerably more bookmarked pages, ragged and worn. The ginger is absorbed enough in reading new entries that she doesn't notice his peculiar attire until he's nearly made a full circuit of the square. She perks upright, leans over to follow his path with wide, curious eyes.]

...Hey! [Yeah, that's the best way to get his attention.] What'cha looking for?

[homelesswargod]

[Yato had gone through the trouble of getting to the Nav, transporting himself to this new ship and promptly took a nap, in the crow's nest, out of the way. When he woke up, there they were, docked back on the very island he just left.

With a sigh, he disembarked again. Wherever his crew has wandered off to, well that probably didn't matter.

There's a few things bothering him. For one thing, he had yet to see a Phantom or a spirit lingering around. Either someone was very diligent, or something strange was going on in this place.

For another, everyone and their mother was looking at him. At least, it felt like that and honestly, it was not a good feeling. Not only were the requests he got here strange and outside of his usual scope, but now people seemed to be watching him.

Not only that, he had to acquire a sword and he had carry it around. He huffed. That was an annoyance.

As he stood in the square with just the sword, he found himself feeling a little lonely without Yukine there to complain at him. Checking his cell phone, there was of course, nothing there.

He had to find the shards soon, without them he wasn't sure what was going to happen. In the blink of an eye he was standing on top of the fountain. At least something still worked, but if people were going to watch him, well humans might find it a little strange.]

[arcadiasailor]

[Well Yato was slightly incorrect there as there was someone with the first name Phantom hanging around. He's on the lookout for out of places people and Yato might have over looked saying hello when he came on board.]

Hey you on top of the stature did you just get here?