Field Mission 4, Etude in Blue, Part One

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You're not leaving until you've got this shanty memorized NAVIGATION Click here for the RNG thread! 1. ETUDE IN BLUE: WELCOME TO THE SEA OF FALLEN STARS A. A WATERY LANDING You'll be going down from the Moon Base via glass spheres, shot by the flight technician staff member Avi. As usual, each capsule can hold up to 4 people, although it does get increasingly uncomfortable the more people are crammed together. You're shot down to the planet in the most horrifying way possible, seeing the landscape violently change quickly and without remorse or guilt towards your possible motion sickness or uneasy feeling. The landing this time, is a canonball. All along the middle of the Sea of Fallen Stars, blips of orbs will be falling straight down into the water. From the Moon Base, Lucretia watches on as the majority of you land. It's quite a spectacle to see the splashes from this high up. And once you're there, you're... kind of up a creek without a paddle. Without a propulsion or engine system to move your orb forward, you don't have a lot of choices here. If you're lucky, you might find a mercantile ship out in between voyages. If you're extremely unlucky, you're going to have to swim... or maybe you can pop the sphere hatch open and find something to paddle with. Be careful of the sharks? Definitely be careful of the sharks. Your destination? Lyrabar. 2. THE LAP OF LUXURY, THE DANGERS OF LYRABAR B. THE CITY OF MERCHANTS' DREAMS Let's get something out of the way first: Lyrabar is a gorgeous city — and when you step off the S.S. Codfather and onto the docks about a hundred yards from the edge of the city proper, you'll be treated to a clear view of the entire skyline: Ornate, twisting towers of marble, stone buildings and finely crafted wooden structures form the city into a neat semicircle, with the marketplace at its epicenter. At the far end of the city stands a castle, a nearly glittering, extravagant structure, a maze of hallways and towers that seems to be stretching high toward the other planes of existence themselves. Lyrabar is on an entirely new level compared to Vista Virs, New Aspen, or even the comforts of the Moon Base itself. This is by far the most luxurious corner of Faerun that you've encountered yet — even the standard-level rooms you might find in an inn around Lyrabar are well maintained, the sheets are clean, and the food is delicious. The food, though! Pretty much anything you can think of is on the menu somewhere, and, no offense to an enduring and malfunctioning robot back on the base, but his cuisine chops can't even compare to what's on offer in Lyrabar. If only the people of Lyrabar were nicer. Weren't so suspicious of anyone new who passes through those gates. There is a lot of gold passing through the city gates, after all. And the pirates who are slowly overrunning the city are well aware of that. C. THE HOBBY HORSE A lot of you strong archetype Reclaimers, and even the ones who aren't, will probably eventually find your way to The Hobby Horse, a tavern that is absolutely just a tavern, if a bit more crude compared to the other watering holes nearby and around Lyrabar, and absolutely not a place where pirates higher up on the pecking order go for a bit of Jabba-the-Hut-lair entertainment. Of course it isn't. That would be silly! In any case, maybe you've signed the waiver, paid your 20 GP, and had a go at The Death Cave — essentially a long hallway, leading from one ring to the next, with waves of aggressive monsters brought in from the ocean and beyond for you to fight through. And for some of you, those of you who have played a hand in reclaiming three Grand Relics at this point ... honestly, The Death Cave might seem a little too easy. The man taking your payments and signed waivers, a man who goes only by Old Numbers, a gruff, bearded old fart who seems to be more battle scar than human, seems to have a solution for that. He leans forward over the counter, eyeing you near suspiciously. "Oi ... if it's an actual challenge yer lookin' for, Old Numbers can whip you up somethin' more ... randomized. Y'seen those Sea Quartz around town, right? Those rainbow lookin' stars that the fancier folk keep grindin' up into shampoo. Bring me three of those, and I'll give you a fight worth yer chops." True to his word, you pay Old Numbers three SQ, he'll have you sign another waiver (essentially, you're going to have to name a next of kin — someone who's fit and willing to drag your corpse out of The Death Cave, because Old Numbers here sure as hell isn't going to do it), then he'll draw a random placard from a stack of three and affix it next to the entrance of The Death Cave. The excited energy in the crowd is palpable. Now the real battling betting begins. Your goal here isn't to defeat all the enemies: It's simply to make it to the final exit. Here's what the placards mean (As a further warning, these are highly dangerous encounters! You signed a second waiver for a very good reason.): ○ Sword: In the final room of The Death Cave, you will be pitted against a swordsman who seems to have been taken in by some sort of Faerun equivalent of malevolent corruption — and boy, is he having the time of his life. He is extremely fast, his blade is freshly sharpened, and he will not hesitate to strike down anyone who was unfortunate enough to roll him, while laughing about it. He does have what you might consider an ultimate attack: Gathering up energy into his blade, he swings it, channeling said energy into one devastating plume of magic shot directly toward you. You're going to want to find a way to avoid it. ○ Bow and arrow: As you make your way through The Death Cave, you'll be pursued by the, uh. Boss of this round, a ranger whose accuracy with her bow and arrow is unrivaled. Assuming you make it to the final room without being arrow'd, you'll have to face her head-on, too. She is nimble, and now that you've reached the end, she is much less keen on missing. To make it past her, you will want to disarm her — which means closing the gap between the two of you as much as possible, to force a melee. Wand: Woe to the Reclaimer who manages to roll the magic user course. When you step inside, you'll find that the entire cave is flooded at about knee height, meaning unless you can figure out a way across it, you'll be fighting while wading. The Caster — sorry, I mean Wizard — at the end of the line specializes in ice and electric elemental spells. Have fun with that! D. IN WHICH LITERALLY EVERYONE WANTS YOUR COIN For those of you who have gold burning a hole in your pocket, the shopping available in Lyrabar is near endless. The marketplace, located at the center of the city, seems to sprawl on forever, with stalls, storefronts and eateries that seemingly cater to every fancy, whether it's fashion or weaponry. If it's souvenirs you're looking to take home, the most popular items are necklaces made out of those ever popular Sea Quartz, that are being used at The Hobby Horse and ground up into shampoo, and very sarcastic postcards: Think, "I visited Lyrabar and all I got was this crappily printed postcard" sort of sarcastic. Generally, though, as long as the item is not magical, and as long as the tech is not more advanced than what you'd find on the Moon Base, you can probably find it at the Marketplace. If you're not sure about an idea, feel free to ask right here! Some other things of note about what you'll find while shopping: ○ There are a lot of pickpockets. Maybe you shouldn't actually have a hole in your pockets. Even with the people of Lyrabar as distrusting of each other, and of you, as they are, those looking to pilfer a little extra cash off an unsuspecting visitor will find no shortage of targets. Perhaps you're one of them. Perhaps you're the sort willing to start a brawl in the middle of the Marketplace to get your most valued possessions back. Maybe, if you look close enough, you'll see that many have the same insignia branded on their arm. It seems, if you'd like to join in with, or infiltrate a pirate crew, this band of kleptos might be a good place to start off. ○ The Auction House is located on one of the far corners of the Marketplace. It's large, marble and a bit chilly inside, and the biddings start at around 6 p.m. each night, but it seems there's something ... a bit strange about the auctions themselves. That is to say, you'll have a seat one evening, and about halfway through selling off half of the evening's inventory, you'll watch them bring out the next item: like a pearl, or a particularly large and beautiful clamshell — nice enough trinkets, but nothing at all compared to the other goods that have hit the auction block so far. And why are they starting the bidding at 1,000 GP? And why are the people around you actually enthusiastically going with it? Man, they can't be that blatant, can they? E. JUSTICE Maybe by this point you've had something valuable snatched from you, or you can't quite figure out how nobody's put a stop to some very clear money laundering happening at the Auction House, and you feel the need to serve up some serious justice to the pirates out there who have done you wrong. Who runs the justice joint around here, anyway? That inquiry will lead you straight to the royal guard — the captain of which is going to groan in exhaustion/annoyance at you questions, or even your bid to help out. You think he hasn't heard that story before? The second a silver-tongued charlatan charms their way into the ranks of the royal guard, they're looking the other way while their visiting pirate friends rob the rest of us blind. He's got no time for this. If you want to truly help, you are going to have to prove it first. And so, with that, you will find yourself immediately thrown into an undercover operation, one the captain doesn't mind doling out, because at the end of the day he loses nothing from it except for a few disguises. That's right: you'll be given a disguise, whether it's a smelly pile of peasant rags or, if he's feeling less charitable with his budget, a pair of these (look, it's not like he actually cares about your safety here), and a piece of paper with one or two names on it. Your mission? Bring these suspects back to the captain without causing a scene. Or, well, go ahead and cause a scene. He has little shits to give, remember? Pull this off, though, and consider a private audience with the one member of the royal family who still keeps an audience nowadays, Princess Irene, secured. Back to top 3. OUT ON THE OPEN SEA F. CONGRATULATIONS, YOU'RE THE NEW OWNER OF A YACHT Whether you've had your fill of luxury, bar fights, enforcing the long arm of the law in town, or just gorging out on incredibly tasty food, eventually you'll recall that Lucretia had actually sent you down here with a purpose. She asked everyone to find a way to obtain a ship- one that isn't the S.S. Codfather (thank you very much, Sans!)- as the investigation into the Grand Relic can only get so far within the streets of Lyrabar. To that end, there are a number of options and opportunities for you to obtain such a vessel. ○ Steal it. This is how pirating works in a place like this. You find something, you take it, and you put a nice new flag on it to make it yours. Of course, there are some complications with that. Get caught, and you're going straight to nautical prison- don't pass the Hobby Horse, don't collect $200. But the docks district of this port town is known to be rather quiet at night, when the merchant fleets are out swindling cash at the bar, drinking themselves blind, or maybe just settling home with their family after an honest day's work. There are hired guards keeping watch, but it shouldn't be that difficult to incapacitate them. When they wake up in the morning, they'll assume what it always is around here. Someone forgot to pay the red tithe. ○ Buy it. There's always the option of offering something in exchange for a rowboat. Maybe you've come across a bountifully magical item that you want to dispose of at the auction house, or maybe there's a collector out there who's willing to make a fair trade. Renting them doesn't seem to be that much an issue either; transport around the region is always done by boat. Just know that you're going to have to put a down payment and collateral down. You also... run the risk of running into some unscrupulous merchants who are working with the pirates on the down low. Be careful not to get swindled out of everything you own, only to walk up to a tiny rowboat. ○ Mutineer it. You could find some work on boats, but it's mainly hard labor. You'll be loading the ship up for transport, and taking a trip across the Sea of Fallen stars to destinations at other major port cities. You might not need to know that some of these ships are exchanging some rather questionable goods to get the hint that there's a fair share misconduct going on around the sea. Time to throw the captain overboard and take command of your own dreamliner. ○ Other. Well, depending on how crafty you are, there are a number of ways to get a hold of a boat. These were just some guiding ideas, but we think you'll find a way. You always do. G. 20,000 LEAGUES UNDER THE SEA There's some adventuring to do out in the open sea, and treasures both vast and mighty. It's not entirely uncommon to find islands dotted along the landscape, and those are particularly good for docking and getting a sense of what's gone down around here since Captain Ferryn's taken command of the high seas. You might've gotten the sense that loose lips really do sink ships- that evidence is coming up pretty bill in your search for actual piracy going on around here. The good captain is incredibly skillful at both deception and infiltration, and with the Soul Blade helping him, there's almost nothing stopping him from completely dominating the entire sea and crowning himself the new royal in town. Mum's the word around these parts, so you're going to have to do some exploration. Pop some of those shrimp chips and head down to explore the underwater depths of the seabed. There are an unbelievable amount of ships that have been wrecked and forgotten under the violent chops of the aquatic basin. With a few hours' search, you're incredibly likely to find one, waiting for you to go down and pluck whatever's down there. Be careful, however, since The Drowned are fiercely protective of their death locales. Fight through them and live to the tell the tale, and you'll come back graciously rewarded. Many of the ships seem to have crates still on them- all with the official royal seal of Lyrabar stamped plainly on their lid. When popped open, you'll notice there's an abundance of sea quartz- the gems that are used to constantly provide a source of energy to the town. Hard to tell why pirates wouldn't be interested in that, when the trade is absurdly lucrative. You'll also find areas where ships aren't present. Instead, you might come across entire fields of sea quartz. But in their current state, they're pretty useless and look like the trinkets you might have found on the streets of Lyrabar. Devoid of any magical energies, they lay deep on the ocean floor, a nuisance and an eyesore to nature. You'll also notice that natural enemies like sharks and Sahuagin steer clear of these areas, for better or for worse. Good luck down there, and make sure you have a buddy system set up. Getting a glass sphere down into the water is near impossible, but Dr. Tank is on board the S.S. Codfather for emergencies. H. NOBODY KNOWS THE TROUBLES I'VE SEEN Know that the sea is not calm in temperament or safety. There are things to be weary of at every step of the way, and it's best to ensure that you have a good, seasoned crew to man your boat in order to keep you passing through safe waters. While you're out there, though, danger truly does lurk around every corner. Pirates, for one, are particularly good at various ways of warfare. Many of them don't even look or appear to be like the ones you might have heard of in stories or experienced elsewhere. Some even fly under the banner of Lyrabar, cruising safely without notice by anyone that would be wise to what they're up to. Sail out for too long without a purpose or linger in an area too long, and a ship will approach, lining up side by side with you. They'll tell you that they're part of the Royal Navy, and hell, they might even be wearing the garb of the official uniformed ranks, and when they announce they're here for usual inspection, they'll request to board your ship. Protocol, you see, because of the rampant acts of piracy out in the open waters. Refusing might make you look more suspicious, but letting them on board as inspectors and tax adjudicators can be equally dangerous. Some of them are legit, and some of them will look to take command of your ship and leave you out in the ocean to drown. You're going to have to be cunning to figure out which one is which. Storms rage all over the Sea of Fallen Stars. With the encroachment of the warmer months ahead, the weather itself battles for its rightful claim to the area. The signs of a storm coming are easy enough to spot, and they're frequent. Some will last 2-3 days and make travel nearly impossible. Getting out of the water is an important step in keeping your crew safe; and spending a night on an island or in a grotto is always better than running the risk of joining the armies of The Drowned below. Maelstroms are an equal threat of immense dread. If you happen to see a swirling vortex of water, start heading in the opposite direction immediately. There's a certain magnetic pull that they have, and once you've been caught in the outer rings, it's going to take a lot of teamwork to get yourselves out. Good thing you've had a month to build upon that, or else you might be toast. For those of you who are highly less fortunate, you'll notice yourselves getting sucked in, closer, and closer. You can look over the epicenter and- good god, is that a tentacle!? What is that thing!? The Prespuran Triangle also poses a major issue while traveling across the sea. Legend has it that if you sail too close to its navigable coordinates, your ship will vanish and you'll never be heard from again. It might seem like a wives' tale, but it's absolutely true. Come too close to it and you'll notice your compass begin to spin out like there's no tomorrow. Continue inward, and, well. You'll see something, alright. It's a tower that stretches into the sky, tall and unwavering. And also, completely impregnable and without doors. You're going to have to get yourself out of there somehow, and for your sake, let's hope you know the exact coordinates you came in through or else... you mind wind up on a completely different side of the world. Last but not least, the pirates aren't the only ones looking to hop aboard your newly crowned baby. Don't forget about the Sahuagins, either. They seem to attack only during the dead of night, when the moon is ripe and full in the sky. They bring with them charming magics and are particularly good at getting people to willfully walk over the edge themselves, without even drawing a blade. Back to top 4. OOC This is your story to write, and your setting to play with! Anything on the OOC post is fair game, and if there's something you'd like to try, please don't hesitate to let us know on the RNG thread. But most importantly, Reclaimers, be amazing. Back to top blurb code by photosynthesis

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[ribticklers]

1) Roll to passively acquire information while selling food to whoever wants food. He's selling shrimp chips, spice root, the permanently warm/soft chocolate chip cookies, and elderflower macarons, and alcohol out of his tankard of potent drink, if that impacts this.

2) Not sure if this requires a roll, but since Sans has used Academic to get in with the wizards, he's going to check out their books and see if that sea quartz is actually useful.

3) Also not sure if this requires a roll, Sans will hang out at the auction to see what's going on here and people watch. Does it seem like these people are just weirdo rich people who are willing to pay too much for fancy trinkets, or does it seem like something more might be going on, either in terms of conversation or regarding the stuff on auction? Sans is capable of determining things like how many times a character has died based on observation alone in his canon, so he's good at reading people.

[petsthedog]

1) roll to see if shinji can get a place to stay/information from the locals in lyrabar using rustic hospitality

2) roll for beating up some pickpockets that try to mess with him and grilling them for pirate info

3) i'd like for shinji to accidentally start a brawl in the hobby horse via tavern brawler; can i get a roll to see how this would go for him and if he might win the respect of some locals and/or pirates?

4) idk if i need a roll for this but since shinji returned jingler's key thing to him in phandalin how would it go if he asked the birb for help getting a boat?

WHAT IRENE LOIRE KNOWS

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Interested in interacting with Her Royal Highness Irene Loire of Lyrabar? Let us know your plans here!

Note: It isn't that difficult to secure an audience with her, but note that the court is heavily guarded — and if you cross her, you will be tossed out/snarked out while being tossed out.

[unrecovered]

Wash will 100% earn his audience with Irene via the Justice route: namely, knocking out his target as subtly as he can manage, then carting the body through town using the "my buddy is really drunk, I'm just trying to get him somewhere to sleep it off" song and dance. (He will absolutely give a repeat performance if the captain decides several more suspects are required as tribute. Wash can do this all day.)

(He will also, if given enough time to prepare, down a charisma Oreo or two before his audience, because why not tilt the odds in his favor?)

He wants to know what information she has - on the Soul Blade, on Captain Ferryn, on the situation in town. Information starts at the top and doesn't always trickle down, and anything she can give him that isn't publicly known will be invaluable.

guido mista | ota

[protegge]

i. some shit from the thrift shop

[Mista's second day in Lyrabar sees him squinting into the sun, bruised, hung over, and grinning. He's had worse mornings. And the thing about this one is that he has woken up inspired. He's seen the light.]

[Some kind of light, anyway. The point is, he's walking his scraped-up face to market to buy him a crossbow. The flicker of guilt that's been there in the past has left him behind. It just makes sense, at this point. There won't always be bullets — and when you get right down to it, wouldn't Clint Eastwood give up his guns when defeated by a cool ranger lady with a bow and arrow? He totally would.]

[He needs some ( a ) help in the market, though. While he's moderately confident in his ability to spot fraud, given how often he's perpetrated it, this one time he's willing to take a second opinion. This is important, after all. It feels like a portentous moment. So, he turns to whichever Reclaimer is closest. He trusts your judgment! Even if he shouldn't.]

Hey, help me out here. I'm trying to pick between these ones.

[Once the choice is made, Mista can be found on the S.S. Codfather ( b ) practicing with his new crossbow. Well, kind of. What he's actually doing is . . . lobbing arrows lightly across the deck for bullet-sized little dudes to attempt to kick around ( ♪ ). It's like soccer, but stupider. Also, they are patently awful at it right now. There's a lot of high-pitched swearing going on.]

Come on, guys! This is an embarrassment. They got good food here for once, but you're getting olive loaf again if you don't get it the fuck together!

[Six tiny voices scream in unison, despairing of olive loaf. Pretty weird, huh.]

ii. i wanna steal

[In all likelihood, you're just minding your business, going shopping for trinkets or food, looking for a place to stay, trying to avoid the seedier parts of town . . . or looking for them on purpose. Whatever you're doing, you probably don't deserve whatever this is about to be.]

[Mista is almost more obtrusive wearing non-garish garments, at least to those who know his face and how he usually dresses. In grays and blues rather than bright orange tiger pants, he's leaned up against the wall outside of an alley, hands stuffed into his pockets as he people-watches. As you go by, he makes eye contact and nods in acknowledgment. Yep, a fellow Reclaimer. Be on your merry way.]

[Except once you've just passed him by, you'll feel — something. Whatever pocket you keep your coin in, there's a half an instant of pressure on it. Out of the corner of your eye, there's movement: Mista strolling past, still with hands in his pockets, across the street and into the opposite alley.]

[He meets your eyes, winks, and ducks into the alley. He absolutely stole your wallet. He's having a great day.]

iii. going swimmingly

[It's official: being a fish is awesome. He's jealous right now of every single fish he's eaten. With gills slashed down the side of his jaw and neck and webs between his bare toes, he looks like he's forgotten about walking entirely, eagerly swimming down towards the shadows of sunken ships below.]

[It's probably best to go with him, even if somehow he manages to largely stay out of trouble. Come swimming with him like a stupid shirtless otter through the rotting innards of the oldest wreck around. Come witness the glories of ocean life. Come swim with a whale! Come—]

[Uhh, look at a whole mess of dead coral. Under his comically wafting tufts of hair, his brow furrows. There are about a bajillion used-up SQ around, and everywhere they've landed, the coral seem to be dead. He gives his companion a look, like, is this normal ocean behavior?? He's pretty sure it isn't.]

iv. just an absolute fuckton of science

[Here is what Mista does when he gets back up to the surface and loses the gills.]

[In order: He buys a plant from the nearest market. It's a cute little plant, all soft wide leaves and cute pep. He takes it back to the S.S. Codfather. He says a prayer over it. He literally, actually prays, with the little cross around his neck pressed to his lips, and then to Tymora as well. The prayer is something along the lines of "Sorry about this, someone please watch over my new plant son."]

[Then he dumps the used-up SQ into the soil and waits anxiously.]

[Two hours later, he runs up onto the deck and shoves the plant into the arms of the nearest Reclaimer. He's yelling. He's waving his arms. He's feeling a lot of things.]

Just look at this shit! Just look at it!

[In your arms is . . . a dead, dead plant, with used-up SQ resting innocently in its soil.]

v. wildcard

[mista will be everywhere touch me with whatever, or PM for more specific plans.]

i/b

[vandymion]

[ Hey now. Farnese likes olive loaf. It's probably one of the less offensive foods available in ye olden times, okay?

But never mind that, she's just sitting on the deck, watching these little shiny things that are kicking around the arrows. ]

... Cute ...

Mia Fey | Monk

[doubledsofjustice]

[[Other starters will be in the following top level. Feel free to contact me at love_struck for further plotting or more prompts or whatever!]]

watery landing

(That... could have gone better.)

[Despite her eyes still being shut, Mia gives a long, exasperated sigh, leaning her head back and feeling the rocking of the waves outside their pod. She opens her eyes then, finally, looking up through the view at the harsh sea-reflected sunlight. Well, she knows for sure she isn't dead again. Time to make sure the others aren't.

Lifting her head and starting to disengage from her position in the pod, Mia tries to get the attention of her closest podmates (though everyone seems close in these tiny things).]

Hey, anyone still with me? Are you okay?

toplevels pt 2

[doubledsofjustice]

are being worked on

Roxas | OTA

[seasaltkeys]

[ A - It's a Lot Nicer than Tortuga ]

[Lyrabar is pretty, and Roxas can honestly say that he's never really seen a city like it. And hadn't he and Dwyer talked about visiting a Port Town one day? Funny how that works out. It's enough to make him put aside the mission for a day just so that he can explore.

Or at least service his own mission. It seems that Garfield the Deals Warlock's reach extends to this merchant town. He thought he had found a treasure map, but it turned out just to be a coupon for Fantasy Costco. Which is more irritating than he thought because part of him really wanted to find a treasure map (or was that just the Sora side of him speaking up).

For now, he's at the port staring out at the ocean, mostly glaring at a mast with a flag that has a familiar logo on it.]

What are you even planning?


[ B - KH3 Swimming Mechanics Please ]

[ Roxas manages to gain passage on a small fishing vessel for the day, and uses it to go explore a shipwreck. He's not entirely confident though, since he's not the strongest swimmer. At least the shrimp chip are good and he won't have to worry too much about that part. It just sucks that Sora didn't really leave him with those abilities.

But he's definitely a bit more focused on the ship, and probably not paying attention for sharks and other dangers.]

Hey, I think I found something over here!

[ C - Tavern Brawl 2: Electric Boogaloo Featuring Hayner. ]

[Roxas approaches this tavern with a considerable amount of trepidation. Especially after the last one he was in in Vista Virs. But he's got Hayner with him and this time, he's going to get something useful. He's determined.

Unfortunately, some might take that determination for cockiness and that's attracted the attention of a few pirates, who shove their way in to Roxas and Hayner's space. Hayner, being Hayner, of course mouths off to the pirate, and a combined Tavern Brawler just sets the Pirate off and he swings at the boy. Roxas tries to shove Hayner out of the way, but his attempts to break up the fight are ignored.

This probably isn't the first fight the Hobby Horse has seen, possibly even that night, but it's starting to shape up to be the biggest. And in the middle is Roxas. Trying to drag Hayner out of it. And somehow he's got himself a swordfish as a weapon]

Not again...

[ooc: Threads with this prompt can be a three way thread with Roxas, Hayner, and You, or you can request either boy separately.]


[ D - Wildcard; Yo Ho Yo Ho A Pirate's Life for Me ]

[Want something different or a new starter? Let me know at urbaninja]

[fleurdelyser]

[Maybe... Maybe visiting a tavern hadn't been her best idea. But it's not like she's ever gotten the chance to do anything like this before!

Still, when she spots one person she recognizes in the middle of a brawl, and someone else she doesn't, Haru finds herself doing her best impression of a deer in the headlights... then diving right back in.

Reclaimers! She has to help other Reclaimers, right?!]

D-do... Do you need help?!

[She's taken to carrying her weapon with her?!]

[horsepowered]

The Shopping Episode
[Chiron's aware that being a horse in a place where newcomers are already things to be wary of is a risk. Chiron also cannot say he cares much, as having a large horse butt makes it harder for say, pick pockets to approach as he'll just stomp them with his hooves.

His quiver's strap is beginning to have too much wear, and so it is the weaponry section of the market that he finds himself in, looking a little disoriented as he makes his way around. He has seen everything but what he is seeking, and it is in the name of quiet frusteration that he lets out a sigh and a soft complaint:]

I do wish there was a little more organization here. I can find everything but what I am seeking.

Shipwrecked

There's another, here.

[Chiron's keen ranger eyes are best used for scouting, and so on the ship (never anyone mind how it has been acquired), he is perched on the starboard side, eyes staring down into the depths of the sea. Marking each ship wreck on a map he purchased for just such a thing, he taps the pen against the page with a worried rhythm.]

I don't know if it's worth investigating further, but I can see visible crates.

Wild horses
You know the deal.

shopping episode!

[dialetheism]

[ Being immune to pickpockets is a definite benefit, it's true. Especially when it comes with the cheerful side effect of the crowd at large just... parting around him. Lion might be taking advantage of that, just a bit- both in that any wandering eyes are more likely to stare at A Horse-Man then the weird androgynous person behind him, and also that they're tiny and easily robbed and the added protection is nice. ]

I know what you mean. It seems like they've just set up stalls wherever, and good luck to anyone who might be in a hurry.

[ It almost feels like it might be on purpose. But that's an unhelpful thought, so they sigh and glance up at Chiron. ]

If I may ask- what were you looking for? Two sets of eyes might work better then one.

[dialetheism]

a. alms, alms

[ How they finally got to Lyrabar is unimportant- what matters is they're here now, in a place that is honestly the closest thing to civilisation since they got here. There's just something about being in a bustling coastal city that sets their heart at ease. Maybe it's the sea air, or the sound of seagulls, or any number of things.

It's a pity, then, that the city isn't as happy to see them as they are to see it. Which means the first order of business is changing that impression with some good ol' hard work.

So if you happen down by the docks of Lyrabar, more likely then not you'll see Lion sitting in the open in full Cleric attire (minus the cloak, for once), next to a handwritten sign that proudly offers "Free healing and fresh water, on request*". If they recognise you as a fellow Reclaimer, they'll drop their voice to a whisper once you get in within earshot. ]

Please play along. I don't want to scare anyone off. [ Then, switching back to their usual polite tone- ] Oh, hello. How may I help you?

[ Strangely, their umbrella is nowhere to be seen. And it's the kind of bright, sunny day where the shade would be nice, too. Weird.

"*Limited supply of fresh water per day. Sorry." ]

b. look at this stuff, isn't it neat

[ It was inevitable that, eventually, Lion would be let loose in Lyrabar's lovely market. There's only so much time one person can spend trying to heal the poor and downtrod. Especially when there's... not that many in a town like this? Hm. Either way, under normal circumstances this wouldn't be anything worth worrying about - the Reclaimers are only paid so much, after all, and they've got an additional expense in the form of "the fantasy genre does not encourage the use of Guns" to stop them from indulging their nature as a spoiled brat.

But unfortunately for everyone, and especially Lion's purse, this is a Pirate Town. Which means this is going to be a mess.

It's not hard to spot them darting around the marketplace, dressed in their fancy suit from home, eyeing pretty much anything and everything on display. Maybe you'd like to step in and stop them from doing something they'd regret? Or something else, at any rate - they've already fallen for the shampoo. ]

To blend in, or to get something nice...? Who knows if they'd let us come here again.

[ Alternatively, you might find them being surprisingly bitter at the auction house, because they know exactly what's going on here and they hate it? They hate it. ]

They- it can't be that blatant, can it? Surely someone would have noticed by now...

c. poor unfortunate souls (cw: bad life choices - limited to two, please.)

[ And now for something awful.

At the end of the week, one might notice Lion's absence from their spot by the shoreline, despite being pretty much glued to it from noon onwards for the entirety of their stay in Lyrabar. Asking around turns up nothing. The locals either don't care or merely shrug, saying they probably found something better to do. What kind of lunatic heals people for free in a town like this? Honestly.

However, should you stumble into the Hobby Horse like the intrepid adventurer you are - whether to challenge the Cave, or start a brawl or whatever, the narrative won't judge your hobbies - you'd spot something that absolutely should not be happening.

Namely, Lion actually existing inside a bar. Without spontaneously combusting. Hell, they're even sitting down and having a conversation. Wait, no, they spotted you- ]

Ah, hello! [ They sound a bit too chipper. That's... probably not good, is it. ] Fancy seeing you in a place like this.

d. wildcard

[ y'all know the drill! if none of these work for you, hit me up at plurk and we'll figure something out. and, as always, my permissions post is over here ]

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[dialetheism]

[ Extra prompt for Nighttime Skulduggery to go here once I get some ideas 👀 ]

[rockymountaindie]

a. useless junk collecting adventure

[ This is a big market. Okay, so Alex hasn't really had the time to look at the places on the moon, due to a month of camping and a few days of freaking out about Patron Issues, but still. It's big, and it's bustling, and it's...honestly the best possible place to stumble into a Rube Goldberg machine of death, so yep there goes the awe, it's done and it's over.

However!

Alex still has some interest in this place, because maybe he can get some information, to finally get a move on this whole saving reality thing? It's pretty early on, and he's got some gold from surviving that fucking Tomb of Horrors, so...yeah, he's going to do some purchasing. Yes, he looks over a necklace or two made of Sea Quartz, but frankly? What draws his eye are...

...well, he's come across a rather rundown looking stall. It's selling what looks to be old scrap? Defects, the guy says. Armor that doesn't shape right, or whatnot. And, wouldn't you know it, that's what Alex takes the most interest in.

Crouched down, looking at various misshapen metals, he's got what almost looks like a smile on his face, running his finger down edges very lightly. ]

Can't believe somewhere even sells stuff like this... [ Murmuring. Not buying anything, but the man doesn't turn him away since hey, who else gives this part of his stall this much attention? ] Would have to drag her away with both arms.

[ He's just...a bit lost in thought. Just a bit. ]

b. bed rest, doctor's orders

[ The first week here's been a rush and while Alex has had some luck in the investigation department, he's also had a few failures...like the one this afternoon.

He's hanging around the S.S. Codfather, because while he's had a place to stay it's been pay-per-night, and honestly he wants to stay a little closer to "home" for now. So, on the boat's deck, Alex can be found rubbing his right arm with a grumble, or the back of his head. He's mostly sitting down? But, he's also looking over some blueprints, rather intently...until grumbling and shutting his eyes and rubbing at his head again. He's still got his familiar with him, that cawing raven. ]

Next time...maybe a different spell.

c. fancy a dip?

[ Now, let's make this clear, he's not afraid of the water. He's not.

But, it's definitely something Alex has been...avoiding, let's say? Even with the shrimp chips, he's not really jumping to take an underwater exploration. Still, he stands at the docks, a bag of those chips in hand, and kind of peers into the water.

Should any fellow Reclaimers wander by, he'll take a moment to flag them down. ]

Hey, have you like, tried these things yet? [ He shakes the bag, lightly. ] You know for sure if they work?

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[rockymountaindie]

[ a place for more top-levels

please do not reply to this! ]

[rabbeats]

( a: food stands )

[ Is spending all your money on sweets the worst possible thing to do? Yes. And Hibiki happens to do just that. His thought process is simple—if he buys lots, maybe he'll get some information out of the merchants, but it's not that easy and he sure doesn't have enough money to buy something more than these sweets based off sea quartzes.

He's noticed that some of the merchants are offering samples. Some of these are so good, but he's out of currency already. ]

Aren't you looking for part-timers or something?

[ This definitely earns him A Look reserved for outsiders. ]

Okay, forget I asked. I suppose my natural charm doesn't work in this beautiful city. [ If there happens to be a Reclaimer nearby, Hibiki won't hesitate to ask them about their experiences: ] Are you getting the cold shoulder all the time too?

( b: sea quartz summon )

[ There's one boy with a bunny hoodie sitting on the wharf with a few empty bottles and some sea quartz he found on the marketplace—there aren't too many of them, just enough to fill half of one bottle. If anyone decides to approach him and ask what the hell he is doing, Hibiki will provide a short explanation: ]

This should make a nice souvenir. Maybe I can patent it and become rich.

[ They're probably sold somewhere already, so he might be too late. ]

Rich enough to buy some food. [ He's never going to forget those food stands. ] I wonder what else you can do with them...

[ He shakes the bottle while watching sea quartzes inside. They might be all over the market, but Hibiki finds them pretty for some reason. ]

( c: go directly to jail, do not collect 200 )

[ Due to unfortunate incident involving a group of pickpockets and Hibiki here, he's end up in jail. This is pretty much his first time being accused of breaking the law. It's pretty concerning that no one wants to listen to his version of events, so until he's stuck here, he might be seen doing the following since it's such lovely place:

1) Playing around with various gifts of the sea: a spoon (breaking out looks much easier in the movies) and an empty glass bottle (which might end up being an inspiration to play a game of truth and dare with other npcs and Reclaimers stuck there if anyone happens to be in a nearby cell).

2) Asking other people in his cell for suggestions what kind of laugh should he use for hideous laughter. That results in Hibiki laughing quite loudly while trying out various types of laugh. He's not gone crazy...probably. ]

( wildcard )

[ feel free to leave your own starter or pm this journal/pp me @ koohii for plotting! ]

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[rabbeats]

[ what it says on the tin ]

[feytality]

I. WATERY LANDING ☠ sharknado;

[ it's been a an hour or so since everyone's had their less than pleasant landing. you're struggling, for whatever reason -- maybe hanging onto something, or just treading water or dogpaddling. ]

[ suddenly, a firey bird circles around your head and screeches! it's nick junior, but if this is your first time seeing him, it's an actual phoenix! what the heckie. ]

[ shortly after, a reef shark is headed your way!! uh oh!! nick junior just threw you under the bus! you're about to get eaten! better start swimming for your life! ]

[ but wait, someone is... riding the shark? it's maya, hanging on as the shark dips in and out of water to reach you. ]

Hey! [ the shark nips at something in the water with its scary, scary looking teeth, but maya pats its head and it seems to be soothed by that. still, uh....... if you're bleeding there may be an issue. ]

Need a hand... or a fin?

[ she flashes you a winning smile. why is this happening. ]

II. OUT ON THE OPEN SEA ☠ Ya-yo ya-yo dreamin' don't give it up MAYA;

[ oh wow, look at that! it's a pirate ship! and somehow, you've been captured, dragged on deck by some scruffy looking "merchants"... and dragged straight to the captain, who is dressed up for the occasion and has a phoenix sitting on her shoulder. ]

[ yeah, it's maya. dead pirate maya. bet you didn't expect that. ]

Yarrr, shiver me timbers! [ stop larping, maya. ] Keelhaul this landlubber to the brig!

[ the pirates holding you look at each other menacingly, and start to drag you off, but... ]

Aww, just kidding! It's me, Maya. [ as if somehow you wouldn't know that. she turns to her... underlings? ] And this is my friend! So let 'em go! And get us all some crackers or something.

[ congrats, you are a free reclaimer!! soon to be eating crackers. ] What's up? Wanna join my crew? Or take a sail?

[ how did this happen. ]

III. CITY OF MERCHANT'S DREAMS ☠ Uber(sea)ts;

[ A; hey, there's maya just chillin in the middle of town! weirdly enough, she seems distracted... like she's concentrating on something. she smiles hello to you, but otherwise.... whatever's got her deep in thought is keeping her busy. it's weird that she's quiet. this is weird. ]

[ then, all of a sudden, she's wobbling precariously, hand to her head. ]

My... ramen...

[ and then she faints on the spot. what the fuck?? is she hungry??? is this a bit??? is she ling from full metal alchemist??? ]

[B; alternatively, catch her later by the docks..... she has many, many bowls of ramen and is placing them in very small boats as if she's going to ship them out to sea. what the heckie? when she sees you approach, she clicks her tongue. ]

I know it smells delicious, but if I can't have any, neither can you!

[ that explains nothing. ]

IV. JUSTICE ☠ i'd be ooc if i didn't do this tbh;

[ A; the jail is a depressing, dingy d-place.... full of the most dangerous degenerates. what you're doing here is your business, but it looks positively miserable. not somewhere you want to be around long term. as you walk through it, the prisoners rattle the bar, growling or spitting in your direction, and.... one waves at you? ]

[ wait, that's maya. ]

Hi!

[ maya's in jail???? wait, this isn't a surprise, she's clearly hardcore murderer. ]

[ B; alternatively, if you are also in jail, bear witness to mingle time where all the burly, tattoo'd, scary-looking convicts are gathered in a circle...... with maya. they're talking about their feelings? one is crying a little, while maya pats his arm. it's kind of like this. ]

You just need to tell her how you feel! It's really not that scary.

[ she notices you, and waves you over. ]

Come on over! We were just all telling Bonesaw he should ask out Skullcrusher. Don't you agree?

☠ Wildcard;

[ you know what this is. ]

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[feytality]

[unrecovered]

1. And After Four Rounds of Jose Cuervo

[Wash has long since learned that the best way to pick up on information is eavesdropping, and the best place to do it tends to be the local watering hole. To that end, he's got a drink and a table at the Hobby Horse (in the corner, with his back to the wall, because some habits die hard), and he's people watching in a pointedly lazy fashion. People pay less attention if you don't look like you're up to something.]

[That said, he'll give a nod to his fellow Reclaimer and nudge a chair out with his foot. Join him?]

How're you holding up?

2. To Market, To Market

[The market is bustling and full of stalls, and Wash has ditched his armor for the moment in favor of blending in. You might find him leaning against a spare patch of wall, keeping an eye on things.]

[You might also see him at a booth with all sorts of technological odds and ends, haggling for all he's worth with the shopkeeper. The item in question doesn't look like much, but boy, it sure seems like Wash wants it.]

[Alternatively, you might find him standing over someone sprawled out on the ground, clutching their neck, because he sure did just throatpunch a pickpocket. Wrong neighborhood, etc etc.]

3. Better Down Where It's Wetter

[There's something to be said for preparedness, which is why Wash is standing on the docks with a packet of shrimp chips in hand and his octopod tunic slung over one shoulder. There's also something to be said for paranoia, as he's looking in the water but not actually taking the plunge. He's heard way too much about the local shark population to want to dive in head first.]

This can't be a good idea.

4. Aces High

[Wildcard! Y'all know what to do.]

For Qrow

[unrecovered]

[It had been arrogance. Stupid fucking arrogance.]

[He'd had success in the easier run of the Death Cave, he'd gotten a solid lead on the money laundering scheme in the opera house and his task for Irene, and he'd even found something interesting in the sea quartz patch. The mission had been going damn well so far; why not take on a bigger challenge? He'd just about maxed out his Fighter path anyway - might as well test things out.]

[So he'd left his armor aboard the Codfather and taken his belt, sword, and shield instead to go take on the more intense Death Cave, and it had gone well!]

[Right up until the end.]

[Right up until his camouflage had given out (turns out two minutes is harder to time without a HUD); until his shield (already battered to its limits in the fight) had shattered under the swordsman's strike. Until a bolt of pure destructive magic had struck his chest-]

[Until he'd collapsed-]

[Until he'd struggled to breathe-]

[Until the world had gone black-]

[He gasps for breath and sits bolt upright. Wait- how-]

[Which is all the further he gets before pain lances through his chest and he doubles over, clutching at the spot where the wound should be and making gasping, pained noises that he doesn't bother to try to swallow back. Turns out death fucking hurts! Who knew.]

[It's a few seconds before the pain subsides, but he doesn't bother moving - he just rests his head on his knees instead.]

[He'd died. He'd fucking died doing something stupid, and it was all his own damn fault.]

[footballfish]

I. oh, such a happy dream, don't disappear 🏙️🐚🏙️
[ Don't mind Kanata as he's flopped over and face down on an older, half-sunken dock (probably repurposed as a place meant for seals or pretty crabs to hang out as a tourist attraction but alas, they're absent today). He's very very wet, partially from the bits of waves that manage to scrape over the dock but also from a recent and there's still a bit of gillfrill on his neck from the shrimp chip transformation. He can't really leave the water until it wears off, but until then... ]

♪~♪~♪

[ He sings a few acapella bars of some song that has a sort of Little Mermaid theme to the lyrics. It's probably the thing that would catch attention of passerby that aren't as cold as the usual residents of Lyrabar, who pay little attention to this weird fish boy and his weird song lyrics. Other times when he doesn't sings, he says in a more somber voice. ]

I wish I could see that "sea palace" somewhere here again... It was so pretty, you know. Huu...

[ He's gotta pass the time somehow, so singing and reminiscing on a rather fortunate adventure it is. ]


II. deeper than the sea, it's nice to meet you 🦈💕🦈
[ Well, Kanata's in a better mood today! It helps that he's found himself really liking his Path He made good use of "Wild Shape" to be a guppy, now he's trying out something a bit different. Druids can not only become animals, but they can also befriend them. ]

Good girl, good girl~ You're quite a "beauty", aren't you? It must be boring to just hang around with "me" who cannot swim with you, however.

[ Well. That's a reef shark he's managed to make a friend out of. It swims in small loops, coming back for a gloved pat by his human friend. He's out of shrimp chips for now, sadly. It took some to save his rear the first time he went exploring, and some more get this fellow in the first place. For now he's unable to become a mer-Kanata. He still hangs in the water, but needs to anchor himself to something. It could be your newly-owned boat, some convenient floating wreckage, or even parts of the pier. Boy needs a pool floaty. ]

Ah, excuse me! Could you "assist" me with something? First, please do not get into the "water" here. My friend is still aggressive, as she should. Friendship is not "domestication".

[ Being a shark, "Same-san" cannot really tell what's going on above water so for now it should be safe. But considering how easygoing Kanata is and probably has a pretty silly request, he could probably be convince to find other uses of his ability, like asking the shark to help with scouting or some persuasion requiring sharp teeth. ]

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[footballfish]

Michael | OTA

[eudaimonikos]

A. demon poker is different we swear

[Night one, and Michael seems to be somewhat bewildered as he's being escorted out of a bar. At least it wasn't violent; the bouncers just sort of leave him on the street, where he looks around like he's not quite sure what just happened.]

Huh. Different rules to poker, here?

B. yo-ho-ho and a bottle of THERAPY

i. [Only a few weeks later, Michael is often out in the bars and taverns around the city. Typically, he's off at a table with a group of large, burly, definitely criminal men - sometimes several, sometimes just one. When it's one person alone, he's pretty unapproachable, leaning in to listen to them talk attentively and falling quiet if anyone comes too near.

In larger groups, though, he seems a little more inclined to wave at fellow Reclaimers.]

Hey!

iii. [Alternately, you may see him when he's going up to the bar to get a drink. It's just water; apparently he's going non-alcoholic, at least for tonight. From the way he leans against the bar, maybe he's just tired.]

Boy. This place is kinda rough, huh?

ii. [On a fun non-tavern note, things out in town don't seem to be going too well.]

Oh, come on. I know that's not the real price.

[Michael narrows his eyes at the street food vendor. Sure, he has places he could go. The pirate hangouts are fond of him, even if that seems to be the thing that's somehow gotten him on everybody else's shitlist. But it's the principle of the thing! He folds his arms, clearly not intending to leave without an argument.]

My money is just as good as anyone else's. Can you really afford to be this particular? You run a food cart.

C. wildcard

[ come at me! ]

b iii

[mylawn]

[76, on the other hand, is going very alcoholic tonight, but that's mostly because he's on a forever quest to find something that's strong enough for him. That, and a bar is one of the best places to put one's ear to the ground for information, though this place in particular is fairly rowdy. It's hard to zero in on what's actually relevant versus what's just the natural boisterousness of a pirate bar.

So he doesn't entirely disagree with Michael's assessment, though he will offer a shrug.]

I've seen worse.

[Comes with the territory when you're this guy, apparently.]

If you're bored, we could start a fight.

[That part's a joke, obviously. Maybe.]

[alethiological]

[ Wildcard top level whooooop!

Like no that's literally it. This mission ended up being a SUPER MOD FLEX one holy crap you guys!!! So excited!!!! I love you all unironically please keep enjoying the setting to the dicebot's detriment. But rather than kill myself trying to come up with top levels I'm just gonna do closed starters as people bug me. So if you have ideas, message me at Future Cats#5847 and we'll talk some shop yeah ]

Shinjiro

[alethiological]

[ Look, the narrative would wax poetic here, but honestly? Nothing matters. Not where Shinjiro is or how the last thread went or if his pirates are even with him or if the docks on still on fire or whatever else. It's not even interrupted by a hand on his shoulder or an insult like usual. It is only one second he turns around and Will is There.

Or. It might be? It's hard to say. It's more like a piece of furniture trying very very hard to be a person and failing miserably. That person may or may not have been something similar to Will, but it also might be a really well-designed body-snatcher. Shinjiro doesn't get more than a second to ruminate on this. ]

Can I borrow you for a bit.

[ Not a question. Questions need inflections. It's not even a monotone at this point. It's just... Nothing. It's eerie as all fuck. ]

[gundamned]

a.

[Gundam's got a little extra money to burn on his person from his adventures with Minato and Kaede in the Tomb of Horror. This seems like a more than adequate place to spend it.

He's still rather content with his aesthetic though and Kaede already introduced him to water proof mascara. No one's deigned him with any offerings he needs to retaliate with... what did he spend his money on when he was home anyways? ... What did he want to spend his money on is perhaps a much better question.

Hm...]

Kekeke... yes. This is a most wise expenditure, Ribo-N!

[Look on as Ribo-N models a little toy pirate hat in Gundam's hands. A most wise expenditure indeed! What else could he purchase for her in this new world?]

b.

[Being ostracized and regarded as different isn't anything new in Gundam's opinion, so the town's attitude towards the reclaimers fails to faze him. Besides. He's far more interested in exploring the ocean anyway. After extensive training on the moonbase in the art of aquatic aerobatic assault, Gundam looks out into the ocean water with a mixture of anxiety and excitement. He's almost drowned before and it's not something he wants to experience again -- however he can't continue to avoid the ocean forever.

Of course aside from struggling to learn how to swim there were other challenges that needed to be resolved. UV rays and preserving the physicality of this human form needed to be addressed. Yet he could recall the wisdom of the dark queen reaching out to him in his time of need.

Gundam's standing at the water's edge, clad in a wet suit, peering into the depths below. Maybe it's his silly choice of pattern or the fact that you're used to seeing Gundam in so many layers it masked it for so long but...

Wow the Supreme Overlord of Ice looks jacked as hell.]

c.

I.

[Gundam's decided to stay behind with The Diabolical Dobhar-chú as Minato goes off to gather intel and resources. Reuniting him with his family is a priority that can not be taken so lightly!

Would you like to see a baby seal up close and personal? Be careful though... he is a harbringer of destruction as well as incredibly adorable.]

II. [Closed to Baby Seal Team]

[Now that Minato has succeeded in gathering the people and resources they need to make this mission go forward. Gundam and The Diabolical Dobhar-chú are waiting in the agreed upon meeting spot.]

So the day of reckoning is now upon us.

[Lets save a baby seal, team.]

d. [wildcard.]

b.

[despairing_hope]

[He was dubious about the ocean on a good day, but looking at Gundam and his strange get up made him even more concerned. What was he planning on doing?]

I feel like whatever it is you're going to try and do is a bad idea and you should think of something else.

CLOSED to person heist!!

[noblegarnet]

[Irene wants her royal guard to be a major part of the pirate takedown, but to do that they need to have better morale.

What the hell is Ferran going to do about it but make something up? It's not like they're doing anything themselves to fix their own damn problem—and he's not exactly an inspiring speech kind of person. So the plan is: knock down a big time criminal, and let the guard take the credit. Hopefully without many of the guard knowing they didn't do it.

With how much money is at the auction house, if they can get something done here, the resources the guard could recover might be a good boost to fight the pirates.

They're a few blocks away from the preview show, and Ferran runs the plan over in his head for the thirtieth time. He knows it's not perfect, but there's no reward without risk involved. And he sure as hell isn't going to impress royalty with stopping petty thieves on the street.

He lets out a sigh. He knows he's doing a job that the guard should be doing themselves, but this feels like the best solution.]

Is everyone ready?

[They'll split up on the way there to make sure Kaede's noblewoman and Blake's servant facades won't be linked to the boys, just in case. They need to be stealthy about this.]

[gotyourbach]

Yes!

[Kaede pumps her fists in the air. She's a little nervous, but she refuses to let the others see that. After all, they're doing something to help restore order to the city, even if it's a little, well, unorthodox. But isn't that just like music in a way? Taken separately, the creative process can seem pretty chaotic. But she's confident it'll all work out in the end to create a masterpiece!]

You can leave it to me and Blake-san. We'll be able to scout out whatever you need!

( closed )

[gambolshroud]

[various closed threads related to this log will go here!]

prison girls ( kaede )

[gambolshroud]

[Well. That had gone...

Hm.

Blake exhales, slumping back to lean against the wall of their cell with her arms folded across her chest, giving Kaede a sidelong glance.]

You know, I really thought that would work.

[bakucchan]

i. the aftermath (locked to kirishima

[Deku and Bakugo went into the Hobby Horse to take on one of their challenges. Deku wanted to get information if he won, Bakugo wanted a good fight. Cockily, the blonde told Kirishima they'd be out in ten minutes tops but.. it didn't quite go like that, did it?

Two hours. It was roughly two hours before there was any sign of the two of them-- a huge explosion coming from inside that shook the ground underneath. Thirty minutes after that, and they finally made it to the exit. But that proud, confident look that was on Bakugo's face was replaced with tired, cold eyes. Blood dripped down from a cut on his forehead to his chin, he was heaving as if he was having a hard time breathing and limping extremely slowly, his left leg bruised and bloody as hell and on his right side... he was carrying Deku. Holding him with an arm around his waist, using his other hand pressed against the wall to keep himself steady. Judging by the cold, pale look to Deku's skin he's.. not doing good.

He's done awfully, honestly. If that giant, bloody hole through his chest said otherwise.]

Get... him...... to the docks...

ii. after the aftermath

[It's been a couple of days. A couple of days after he made that announcement about Sword being unable to be fought anymore, a couple days after having some kind of a breakdown in front of everyone, a couple of days since he was dragged to get his leg fixed. He could walk on it now without a lot of issue, the healing here being pretty damn impressive as always though he has bandages wrapped from his ankle to his knee for a little bit of support. He hasn't spoken to Deku in person since he was revived, since he lost his memories of Bakugo as a price for sacrificing his life for him. And he hasn't been very talkative to the other reclaimers either.. honestly, he's kind of been avoiding as many people as he could like a wounded cat.

But he can't just continue like that. The Bakugo of the past would have lashed out at every last person who went near him but he's different. Sure he had his time, his moment to throw a fit and cry when he needed to but he's going to be a Hero. This kind of thing.. is just something he'll have to learn to get used to. Even if it hurts, and infuriates him until he could feel his blood boiling.

That's why today, he decides to snap himself out of it... well he's still the grumpy asshole he's always been, but that's something he'll never change.]

GET THE FUCK BACK HERE, YOU LITTLE BITCH!!

[His raspy voice yells out through the streets, and you'll see a hooded figure running by before you can see the owner of that voice. Of course it's Bakugo, and he's chasing after that hooded figure with fire in his eyes. You probably caught sight of it-- a bag in the thief's arms and you'd probably expect it to belong to Bakugo...]

STOP STEALING FROM OLD LADIES AND GET A FREAKIN' JOB!

[Except he yells that out. He's pretty slow though, honestly. Without the full strength of his Quirk he has to run pretty much with his normal strength alone and it's not like he's slow or bad at running he's just.. not as fast as he could be. Plus with his leg still a little sore, running on it has him even slower than before.

That's why the moment he recognizes another reclaimer in the crowd, he points to them and barks out an order:]

You! Make yourself useful and go after him!

WILDCARD

[IF YOU HAVE ANY OTHER IDEAS OR PLANS JUST GO FOR IT!!]

ii

[rockymountaindie]

[ Everything has been a little bit of an adventure lately. He's in the middle of trying to clear a girl's name and taking a little breather, after some investigation.

And then, here's Bakugo. Screaming. At him. ]

Wha- what the fuck...?! [ Looks between Bakugo and runaway thief, takes approximately five seconds, and holds out his hand- ] Go! Shit- go, stop that guy!

[ He's talking to the raven flying near him, the one with the slightly crooked beak and red eyes. She caws in affirmation and takes off flying, diving down at the hooded man, clawing at his head with her talons.

For good measure, with a quick grumble under his breath, Alex takes off running after, turning back to Bakugo as he does. ]

H-hold on, why're you telling me to do this?!

[shootstyles]

Do what you want cuz a pirate is free!

[Going out on the seas and exploring? Like in a comic book? HECK YEAH. Izuku is so down for that. He joins the crew out to steal a boat and even does an impressive bit with magic where he disguises himself to look like a bad pirate to help the other reclaimers take control of two ships.

He spends time drawing in his notebook, mapping out islands or little landmarks that they see. But eventually... he's staring out into nothing but ocean on every side.

And he's suddenly aware of the boat rocking back and forth. ...He used to get carsick as a kid. He'd thought he'd out grown of that...

So you can find him, slumped over the side of the boat, still trying to duitifully write in the notebook like the good nerd he is... He's just muttering to himself in a miserable voice.

It's pathetic, really.]

Destination Atlantis

[Izuku stumbles out from the ocean, wearing nothing but boxers, and gasping for air as the gills vanish from his neck and he breathes in his lungs once more.

He found something important. Something that no one else has been talking about. But it has to be connected to the relic, right? There's no denying that's the case.

So he grabs his shirt with his unbroken hand and holds the other against his chest protectively. So now it's time to look for clues. Which apparently means trying to talk to anyone and everyone about mermaids while babbling in excitement. While still wet and half naked.

You might see him yelling at some poor shopkeeper. Or maybe just accosting you]

Haven't you ever seen-! A merman! You know... A person on top and a fish on the bottom! And beautiful! There's no monsters down there, just merpeople! They have a city like this one!

[WOAH HE'S WAY TOO CLOSE. Also supposedly a bard? He's not really selling the charisma here even if he has the enthusiasm.]

Return to the scene of the crime

[After he wakes up with a splitting headache and blurred memories, he escapes from Kirishima's watchful eye to go back into town. He can't resist going here, if he doesn't he'll always feel unfinished. Half of the Hobby Horse is a wreck. Apparently, Bakugo did it to pull him out of there. After he died. And now he can't remember someone who is supposedly important to him.

...He runs a hand down his chest. There's no scar. It's like nothing happened. Except so much did.

Suddenly he's standing there crying and he can't seem to wipe the tears away fast enough.]

WILDCARD

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you know what this is

[kirimson]

[Even without Bakugo telling him to watch over Midoriya, he wasn't going to just drop him off to be revived and leave him there. He of course waits patiently while the people in charge do their thing, but once he knows that Midoriya's alive and well again - or as well as you can be after being dead - he's by his side. Waiting for him to wake up and come to...and, when he does, he's immediately in the poor boy's grill.]

Midoriya...! How are you doing? Are you feelin' okay?

[hxppythxughts]

♥ 1 - humble beginnings! ♥ (OTA, pre-fame)

[The people here are generally pretty unfriendly. She's seen many ruffians that she think may be pirates, but they may also just be ruffians for the sake of...ruffiating.

But Sayori is not deterred! These people are smarter than the goblins on Maru. And Mr. Bluejeans (rest in peace) was grumpy too, and she got along with him just fine. She just has to make some friends and things will get better! And what better way to do that than through poetry?

So, she can be found performing a selection of poems, including but not limited to those transcribed, on various street corners of Lyrabar. She also has a sign: Personalized rhyming quatrain, 5GP!

When she sees you approach, her eyes light up, though she finishes reciting her poem before addressing you.] Hi~ Did you want a poem? It's normally 5 gold, but since we're friends I can give you a discount!

[Yes, she says this even if you two have never formally met. As long as you have a Bureau bracer on, you're a friend!]


♥ 2 - hard nock life! ♥ (OTA, pre-fame)

[She's found the most remote corner of the city that she possibly can. The sky glows twilight, bringing the end of a long day, but Sayori is still working.

Not on poems, though. It's a strange sight, gentle Sayori holding a longbow. She's set up a very crummy target made of driftwood--a frowny face has been painted on it. Even under her billowy sleeves, her arms strain visibly as she draws the string back (with her new archer's glove, because she discovered the hard way that drawing a bow with no finger protection hurts like hell.) And she can't get it back as far as it needs to go. Though, strangely enough, the positioning of her hands and the arrow seem perfectly fine, to those who may have an eye for that. She's just not strong enough--so when she looses the arrow, it spirals pathetically in the air and clatters to the ground short of her target.

Her arms slacken to her sides and she sighs. She speaks to herself, unaware of any potential company.] Guess I need to do more push-ups.


♥ 3 - shopping spree! ♥ (OTA, post-fame)

[Shocking no one more than Sayori herself, people really, really liked her poems. And now she's rich (weird) and famous (even weirder.) Her first priority with her money is important mission stuff and taking care of her fellow Reclaimers, of course. But after that, naturally, it's time to go shopping!

Preferably with a friend, who she likely runs into at the marketplace. She's holding up a Sea Quartz necklace with a pensive expression when she sees them approach; for a moment, she becomes more excited.] You're shopping too, huh? [And then, there's a furrow to her brow as she looks to the necklace again.] These are really pretty... But it feels kinda weird to buy them now.

[Knowing that they somehow pollute the water when they're spent, and are at the centre of a conflict that they haven't yet unraveled...]


♥ 4 - high society! ♥ (OTA, post-fame)

[There sure is some swanky nightlife in Lyrabar. Probably too swanky for most people to consider going to--but, what's that? A notice on the outside of this rather nice club is advertising a familiar name. Looks like Sayori is performing here tonight. And if you say you're with her, they'll likely let you in--perhaps she gave them a list? Who knows. You're even escorted to the VIP section!

It's a very nice venue, in stark contrast to the rowdy Hobby Horse. Sayori's repertoire of poems has expanded since her street performances, including one in particular. Though at times there's an airy quality to her performances that doesn't quite suit the heavy words that come from her mouth, the emotion with which she recites is clear.

And after her performance, she's with the VIPs, meeting and greeting and occasionally signing autographs. When she finds you, though, be prepared for a delighted hug.] Yay, you made it! I was worried security wouldn't follow my instructions. Do you want anything? The food here is super good!


♥ 5 - wildcard! ♥ (OTA, anytime)

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high society

[rockymountaindie]

[ Let's be clear: Alex is not used to this sort of thing. Not to the people, not to the venue, nothing. He can barely believe he's let in here, even with the assurance that it's fine, it's fine! Sayori's famous.

And, well- he's not one to lie and say he understands poetry. Or, hell, art. He's actually pretty average with words, things like that. But this is...captivating. He doesn't understand it. But he understands the effect it has on everyone. Who would've thought this sweet, small girl could pull so many people in like this?

He's still floored when the show's done, and Sayori's giving him a hug. Surprising, though he awkwardly returns it. ]

Sure as hell seems like it. When you said you were performing, I didn't get you were- shit, you're a really big deal.

[ Like, honestly girl, how dare you downplay this. ]

[petsthedog]

i. what's a pirate's favorite letter? arr!

[If you're wandering the streets of Lyrabar today, there's a certain scruffy teen that both fits in and stands out in a rich town overrun by pirates. It becomes clear he's a Reclaimer when you catch a look at the bracer on his wrist, but you would be forgiven for simply assuming at first glance that he's one of the pirates, or at least one of the punks and ruffians pickpocketing people around here.

Especially since he seems to be getting in a heated argument with a trio of similarly scruffy thugs....who appear to be seeking his permission to rob you. Uh. Whoops. A couple of them start to squabble over whether it was a mistake to throw their lot in with Vague-Beard and how they never get to do anything fun anymore, up until Shinjiro snaps--]

Shut up! I ain't ever told you assholes to follow me! If you're gonna hang around anyway, at least be useful and find out where Ferryn is already!

["Y-yes sir! Right away, sir!" And off they scatter, to report back with a whole lot of nothing the next day, like usual. Shinjiro sighs as he turns to you.]

Sorry 'bout those idiots.

ii. we want to see the booty

[For all having a reputation has its uses sometimes, Shinjiro is also so tired. So very tired. There's a certain contingent in town that are very persistent in their attempts to get him to go out with them, regardless of how intensely he turns up the Leave Me The Fuck Alone Or You'll Regret It vibes. He's gotten largely to the point of ignoring them, even outright turning on his heel and walking away, but you know those memes about immovable walls meeting unstoppable objects? That's what's happening right now. Two very clearly Filthy Rich girls have managed to corner him, blocking off his escape route as they try to insist he spend at least a single night of passion with each of them.

Until he locks eyes with you, anyway, and he almost appears to be pleading with you for some intervention here. Should you approach, he'll all but growl at the girls--]

I've. Got. Plans.

[Pls play along. Pls. His crops are withering. Halp.]

iii. i'm on a boat, motherfucker

[See Shinji. See Shinji at the docks, staring down a particular vessel moored there with a shiny new key in his hand. See Shinji's expression darken further and further as he suddenly realizes he has no idea how ships work. Even when you live on an island, being a scruffy street urchin in the city isn't exactly conducive to knowing how a seaworthy vehicle operates, despite Lucretia's simulated practice run of Lyrabar in the days immediately beforehand.

Perhaps you too have acquired a boat, or otherwise you're coming here to acquire one, or maybe you're here for much less pleasant reasons, such as ones involving sharks. Whatever the situation, he'll turn to you after a moment, rub at his neck as he looks off to the side, and half-grumble a question that's just barely audible.]

Yo. ...Any chance you got any ideas how to drive a damn boat?

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[bromeo]

[enjoy a blond teenager, crossing his arms and looking sort of cocky in the heat of the moment as Shinjiro's crew scampers out to do his bidding. or something like that? does he actually have a control over these dudes?]

Nice, you've got a gang. I've always wanted to be that powerful.

[he does, however, swing his tail forward and toss over a coin pouch to Shinjiro, which happens to have the initials of someone in said gang's name on it.]

The short one needs a little work, though.

[bromeo]

1. half naked and afraid

[when Sun had said to you "let's sneak onto a ship and figure out what's going on in this town," you probably had your doubts about the entire thing. he's excited about it, to say the least, but there's a certain charismatic way that Sun talks about being a stowaway that speaks to his superb proficiency in hiding and blending in like the natives. and that part? yeah, it goes off without a singular hitch.

the both of you are ingratiated into the crew's ranks, thanks to his ability to prove his usefulness, and it's not long before some sea songs are proudly ingrained into his memory for the rest of his days. these merchants sure do love their shanties.

[ a. and it goes... honestly pretty smoothly. until, of course, it doesn't. there's a swirling pool of water in front of the ship, a few leagues away, and something's risen out from the depths- arms flailing wildly, and everyone on board the vessel is scrambling crazily to get the ship to turn in the opposite direction.]

Hey, we should figure out what that thing is, right?

[that's not a great idea, honestly. but if it endangers the mission, it's better to know your enemy and what it has in store for travelers, rather than leave the whims of fate to decide who's going to end up on the bad side of the next sharknado sequel.]

[ b. and eventually, the jig's up. maybe one of you let on something that you shouldn't have. maybe it was Sun who said something that alerted the crew to figuring out that they weren't part of the sailor elite, but for whatever reason, the both of you are tossed off the side of the ship. Sun thinks, as he's popping a shrimp chip into his mouth and begins growing gills, that they could've taken this crew on, but maybe it's better not to make waves in such a violent display of fireworks.

he's a sea monkey now, and he's making sure his partner also has a shrimp chip to survive undetected beneath the water's meniscus. they need to stay down there long enough to make it look like they drowned. time passes, and there's lots of swimming involved. winding up ashore on a deserted island might not be the best ending to this adventure, but it does provide for ample entertainment.

after the gills have faded away, he's climbing a tree, and there should be a solid thump of sound as a few coconuts hit the ground, and not long after- Sun, too, makes a graceful landing.]

Okay, I totally get it if you're realllllly angry with me. But hear me out, this isn't that bad. We've got coconuts, and... uh, well... an entire island to explore?

[doomed.]

2. idle chatter

[he's flipping through a magazine titled Home of the Kraken while pecking at a few pieces of grilled calamari. if anything, the food around here is seriously some top notch culinary concoctions, but his attention is diverted to how gnarly the Kraken is purported to look, even in this questionable artist's rendering.

swallowing another bite, he looks up from the 'zine and turns his head.]

Hey, what do you think of Irene?

[he's had his first run-in with her where she completely rebuked his request to snipe a few teabags from the royal treasury. after finding out that she's recently lost her violin, he thinks it's about time to start working and figuring out how best to get that thing back to her. he's not even doing it to get on her good side; rather, he doesn't like the idea of losing something so clearly precious to someone, regardless of whether or not they're royalty.]

3. hold up, did you know i'm a junior detective?

[Sun's cheerful disposition keeps himself centered and calm in the midst of a situation that he just saw unfold. namely, it happened to either you, or a poor unnamed NPC that happened to be walking by. there was a bump of bodies, a few apologies at hand, and then ever so subtly, a bag of coins was lifted straight up and into the pickpocketer's possession.

he waits for a moment until the coast is clear to mention that little tidbit. rather than calling them straight out in public and giving chase, his attention is severely distracted as he watches to see where the thug heads off to. he turns to his fellow reclaimer---]

Check your pockets.

[it's time for some cold, hard justice to be served.]

4. wildcard

[yo, hit me up with literally anything. we can talk on discord or plurk if you'd like to hash something out!]

[closed ]

[bromeo]

[a catch-all for closed prompts here!]

[ryuji]

1. pre-vore

a. let's get inked

[Him and Dave have gotten their hotel on in a not-so-great district out by the docks. It has a pretty good view, but it's definitely not defined by its luxuries. No whirlpool tub or underwater glass walls to look out against the sea floor. It's quaint, it's cozy, and it comes with some pretty neat toiletries. Ryuji's tried the sea quartz shampoo and, alas, it's turned his normally brightly blond hair into a vibrant pink shade.

He kind of likes it. Adds to the punk vibe that it's got going on.

More than that, it's a beautiful day out, he's done his fair share of getting a sense of what's going on in the world around them, and realizes that this isn't going to be the sort of mission where anything is outright apparent from the first glance. Maybe you've decided to meet him for lunch to brainstorm (god, why would you think he has any good ideas, I'm so sorry) or you're just out there chilling with him, but it isn't before long that he spots an old sailor with a gnarly looking anchor tattoo.

And Ryuji, being 19 and dumb and filled with bad ideas, asks where the nearest parlor is. He's got a pattern all along his spine from the first time he died, and a little red cog on the inside of his wrist. But hell, why not?]

I know it sounds kinda dumb, but... uh, you ever thought about getting a tattoo? Not like, yakuza style bullshit, or anything like that.

[No day like today, huh?]

b. street performers

[There's a crowd forming by Lyrabar's restaurant district, about 2 or 3 blocks from the docks. Surrounding the center of that is a man, dressed in the most flashy garments humanly possible, playing an accordion that sounds idyllic in the way you'd kind of expect coming out of a town filled with pirates. It's not the exact portfolio of a circus troupe, no, but he has a beautiful red bird perched firmly upon his shoulder.

The accordion playing isn't what's drawing in the crowd, but rather, the bird's mimicry that sounds almost tenor in sound. It's kind of beautiful but also eerie; especially in that way you assume a bird shouldn't be able to produce those sounds.]

Whoa, is that thing forreal?

[It sure is! And while everyone is firmly listening and caught entranced by the scene, no one seems to notice a hybrid fox-like monkey with tiny wings weaving in and out of the crowd, snipping the coin pouches right out of everyone who isn't paying attention close enough. Ryuji's completely caught up, too, by the sound of the song- and you might as well guess it, it's magical, and intended to inspire a dazed, almost hypnotic focus on the performer and not the fact that everyone's been getting robbed blind.]

c. the markets

[It's about midday when Ryuji finally meanders and eventually ends up in the marketplace. He knows a good spot for ramen after having a pretty kickass date there a night or two ago, and in his high spirits, is perusing the wares that are laid out pleasantly on tables in the open air bazaar that Lyrabar has going on. His eyes are dead set on a weird ball that contains a spring of water in it, where a goldfish swims pleasantly inside it.]

How do you think that thing eats?

[It doesn't. It's a magical clockwork goldfish, and no matter what its owner forgets to do, it never ends up upside down in the tank. Although it really does happen to look like the real thing. Or maybe Ryuji is just too dumb to see the illusion magic at work here; with a -1 to int that's entirely possible.]

Hey, you think we'd be allowed this back on the moon base?

2. post-vore

a. shit's rough

[It's been 14 days since Ryuji came to Lyrabar with the rest of the Reclaimers - made it safely to shore despite the elements working against them. But something went horribly wrong along the way, and in his attempt to tame a shark, he wound up dying. His death price is pretty obvious to anyone that knew him before it happened: his irises have lost all color to them, and instead of the bright chocolate hue they once had, are now moon-colored and touched by the astral plane.

Which he spent nearly two weeks in before being rebuilt by a finger he had floating in a jar back in base. When he died, Gundam's seal had brought back his bracer, but with nothing left of the body to bring back, he was more or less shit out of luck.

Something's been bugging Ryuji, though. It comes and goes in memories. He can't seem to get nearly as warm as he once was before, and as much as he hopes it's just a side effect, he's not sure if that's going to come back. But his nightmares are vivid and leave him dead in his tracks. Black, inky tendrils splaying everywhere in sight, eating the plane in which he was located, surrounded by a sea of souls. He ran. And ran, and ran, and ran. And in his dreams, he narrow escapes, but wakes up in a freezing cold sweat.

Worst of all, he comes back with a phobia of the sea, and that's what he's trying to accomplish tonight. Getting over it. At the docks district, he tries to put aside the knowledge that the most important person in the world to him is currently under some bullshit relic curse, and he's staring out into the black depths of the sea at night. And it rattles him.

He takes a deep breath and looks away, shuddering.

No, he can't do this.]

S-shit. What... what's wrong with me?

b. et cetera

[After coming back, Ryuji can be found around Lyrabar. He spends a good chunk of his days post-Dave rescue spending time on the SS Codfather, visiting and trying to hold things together by reading stories from books he's managed to pick up out loud to the both of them. It'd be weird under any other circumstance; Ryuji never really liked nor cared for reading much, but with his head being all sorts of messed up from dying and the other blond probably not being... all quite there, it's the only thing he can think of doing to pass the time during the days. He waits for the other to fall asleep before stumbling out of the ship and heading back into town.

He attends at least one of Sayori's shows, feeling good in supporting a fellow Reclaimer and trying to remember at least one verse of the show by memory so that he can recite it to... the aforementioned chained up boyfriend. He eats alone at the ramen shop, because he can't stay away from the stuff long enough when it's so easy to get in this city. He spends time with the kitsune who have traveled out this way from the Netheril either by diaspora or under mission to gain rebuilding supplies for Vista Virs. He sits with an old pirate-turned-fisherman named Scruffy, often helping him prepare for the next morning when the senile old man goes out to sea to get a fresh catch and... well, making sure the guy has food on the table for himself if he comes up empty handed. Ryuji respects his elders a whole lot, even if he's a bit rowdy and his image doesn't necessarily support that. He's learned the best bait for sea bass at this point, and can tell you all about the best way to reel one in. He's hesitant to go out to sea with him anymore, but eventually he'll get restless and decide to bombard a castle with a shitty wizard chilling on the inside of it like the NEET he is.

All in all, Ryuji's a bit spirited away during the latter half of the month, but he's also sorely missing some companionship. This is pretty much my wildcard for this log, since I haven't had a ton of time to plot out a bunch with anyone. If there's something up there that interests you, let's do it.]

closed!

[ryuji]

[prepared plots and closed threads will go here!]