high_seas | INTRO LOG: APRIL 2014

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INTRO LOG: APRIL 2014

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!

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[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]

[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?

[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.

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.

[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?

[Compared to the Navy Admiral that was tromping through the residential district some months ago, this guy's height is distinctive, but nothing to write home about. Well, okay, maybe in passing--not that it puts Codi off any.]

[His request piques her interest more effectively.] ...I dunno. What's it for?

[funny thing about that... Though as for the question...]

Well it's... [except the fact that he has to explain it at all tells him she has no idea what they are and--considering he's not seen any of the sailors wearing one, they might not have use for them in this part of the sea. He rubs his head.]

Ah, well, never mind.

[and then after just a moment]

Are you a native?

[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]

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.

[ 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. ]

Well...

[he scratches his head, not entirely sure what to make of the newcomer. He suspected he wasn't the only one drawn into this mess but to actually see proof of it was something altogether different.

Also someone apparently not a sailor. Which was odd. If everything written in the book was true, why would there be inexperienced people brought into this mysterious undertaking? Unless he had talents elsewhere]

It is weird.

[he shifts his weight. There is water soaking in his shoes which squish uncomfortably. Well. This is additionally unpleasant]

Where do you come from?

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.

[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?

South Pole, technically. I'm usually more Republic City-based, but I had to help my friend take care of some stuff. Civil war, end of the world. [ He shrugs. Who abducts people while it's raining, that's what he'd like to know. It's so rude. ] But either way, this place is seriously different. What about you? And, you know, sir, I'm wondering- do you just so happen to be the tallest person ever born there?

Haha, well, you know how it is. Fire ferrets are free spirits! When they're hungry, anyway. [ Pabu gives a suspiciously deliberate shake of his tail, devoting his time and attention to eating that drumstick before it's too wet to salvage. Street rat manners. Bolin scratches the back of his head and sticks to a mild frown. ] I can totally replace it. And, uh, you can maybe explain how dangerous dangerous is.

[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.]

Edited 2014-04-10 04:00 (UTC)

[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.]

Edited 2014-04-10 04:51 (UTC)

You're tellin' me. [This guy must be someone that that Jones pulled in too if he's talking like that. Wait--]

Oi. How long have you been watchin' me?

[After this failed attempted, he had his head down, contemplating his next move until he caught a glimpse of a pair of legs. And they kept going. And going.

holy shit this guy is tall.]

Like hell I--

[Wait a second. The guy seemed pretty gross, but at this point she wasn't near anyone or anything familiar. Plus, he didn't seem like the kind of person anyone would even think about messing with. Might be useful! With an innocent, sheepish grin she responds:]

...eheh. Sorry about that. I uh, haven't made any plans yet. I'm kinda new here. [Work the charm, Saotome!]

[Wuh-oh. That was close. The last thing Ranma really wanted to do was freak out any of the people around the island with his curse. That, and it was a pain having to explain it any how. There was a slight embarrassed look on the pigtailed girl's face as she spoke shyly.]

Y...Yeah. Just woke up a while ago.

[And was still not having much luck with the shops. He sighed.]

Sorry if I scared ya.

Edited (oop not yet) 2014-04-10 07:07 (UTC)

Hmm. South Pole.... [a region which he was, ironically, not entirely familiar with. But he wasn't aware it was particularly habitable]

Ah, well, I'm from... around. [it's too much to explain, exactly, and not entirely purposeful. But to clarify: ] Not here.

[the question though was a bit surprising.]

I'm average height for a tall human. [Newgate topped him by at least a few heads, and that was even before you got into giants.] Yourself?

Well it's not really important.

A sailor is it... Hmmm. Troublesome.

[he senses the other presence gradually. It's not threatening at all but it is there, subtle. He maintains his pose as he lets himself get a fuller grasp on it before pushing up one corner of his sleep mask and, is nevertheless, surprised]

Well, well. Garp's subordinate. [Killby wasn't it? No... Coby. That was it. He pushes the sleep mask up fully, taking the umbrella to better cover them both as it made more sense that way]

This is a bit awkward, but... I'm not sure where we are.

[which was true enough. Despite the boy's presence...and he seemed much older... His haki defined. Strange... Despite his presence there was too much wrong here to be fooled into thinking this place was home.]

[Not so quick on the uptake was she? Not the most ham handed switch from antagonistic to friendly he'd ever seen, but pretty far up the list. She was still trying to get her bearings in this place, it looked like, and he wouldn't mind bearing with her for a while despite the fact that he was going to get a crick in his neck from doing so]

It seems a few people are. [he straightens and rubs the back of his neck]

Pretty inconvenient if you ask me... [he glances down at her again]

Anywhere in particular you'd like to go?

[if not he has a few suggestions, though he's not sure whether or not he'd even broach the topic jokingly (or not so jokingly) as she seems less than half his age and less than that his size]

A few minutes. I get bored and start people-watchin', sometimes. It's a good way to pass time, I guess.

[Akira gave a little shrug and took another bite of his food, talking as he chewed away.]

So...how much...do you know...about this place?

Nah, it's fine. You're gonna' need every resource you've got, if you just got here.

Well, let me start out by asking if you understand how you even got here. How much do you know about your current situation?

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