Event | Landfall | Diving & Sinbrilee

[ironwood]

Characters: Any and every!
Date: August 10th - 31, 2013
Location: The sunken city of Sinbrilee
Situation: Tu Vishan comes upon the oceanfloor, holding his own memorial to the fall of his sister turtle while those upon his shell may explore the ruined city.
Warnings/Rating: Please place content warnings in subject headers!

Sinbrilee | Dreaming | Death


Art by Rica.

The city is lit by a warm orange glow, there are thousands of lanterns lit and burning brightly to ward off the gathering dark. It was once a grand, thriving place, and it's obvious by the quality of the Greco-Roman architecture, the high sweeping columns of white marble, the beautifully paved roads. There are aqueducts throughout the city that look as if they could be put to use today. In fact, if it weren't for the fact that the city's spent the last few hundred years underwater, it looks quite liveable. This city is entirely open to exploration, so feel free to send your character out to their heart's content. Remember, certain doorways will lead your characters into either Death or the Dreaming and these markings won't always be visible to them, so they should take care and be vigilant at all times!

Note: A separate post will be made for the events of the Bacchanal later in the month.

Headers:
> Keeliai | The Dive
> Sinbrilee | The Athenaeum
> Sinbrilee | The Agora
> Sinbrilee | The Baths
> Sinbrilee | Elsewhere

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THE AGORA

[ironwood]

The wide-open marketplace, available to one and sundry! One can almost imagine the way it used to be, people loudly discussing politics or the arts, selling their wares, arguing about the cost of tea in Keeliai. There are stone benches wide open areas. Scraps of cloth still cling to permanent marble stands, but at the slightest touch it will crumble away. The majority of the ghosts are gathered here. After all, 'agora' is derived from a word that translates as 'I speak in public'. There will be almost no 'repeaters' among these particular ghosts. This is one of the places your characters will be able to locate the 'edible gems' mentioned in the plotting post.

Aug 12th, Santo, Vic, and Wally

[alpha_squad_leader]

Once the dive started, Victor turned a bit grumpy. Cold and dark meant it was time to bundle back up and find a place to remain safe from any zombie attacks. But then Wally showed up with some surprising news. They could leave the turtle and not die. And as much as part of Vic wanted alone time with his boyfriend somewhere new, he wasn't going to not tell Santo about this. Especially not after the time they'd both spent stuck on the couch thanks to the loss of powers. So the three of them set out to explore and see if they could find anything worth bringing back to the city.

"Okay, this place is actually pretty cool," Victor remarks, examining a small marble pillar. He runs gloved fingers along it very carefully before turning to his companions. "So where should we head first?"

Re: Aug 12th, Santo, Vic, and Wally

[sciencewhizard]

Wally knew the moment he realized that they'd still have their powers that he had to tell Vic and Santo - the last landfall, he didn't have much of a chance to get out and explore, and since he wasn't around for the last time the turtle dived, he had no real fear over the possibility of zombies. Honestly, how cool was it that they could be underwater like this?

Once they'd actually made it to the city, Wally began zipping about the immediate area, getting a good lookout on things, making sure things were the same as a couple of days before, before zipping back to Vic and Santo.

"Weeeellllll, we could wander around and see what goodies are lying about." At that point, he reached into his pocket and dug out a couple of silver coins. "Found these the other day; might be more of 'em lying around."

[zerotoawesome]

Really, as much as Santo kind of liked the turtle when things weren't going to hell in a bad way, the rocky mutant was getting a bit restless. It didn't help that he was starting to worry that if he had to stay home again when something big happened, he'd lose his big awesome hero guy rep. He might even have to pick up some boring hobby like reading! That would be awful!

But dead turtle ghost city! That sounded like something cool! And ghosts were actually things that Santo wasn't all that afraid of (despite the fact they'd be more rational for him than his usual fears).

For the moment though, he's just hanging back, looking around them as Wally and Victor survey the surroundings, hands stuffed in his hoodie pockets. It's not like he's trying to interrupt their boyfriend time, though it's not that he wasn't either, but the two guys were his family, and he'd been losing more of that lately... And they obviously needed a chaperon to keep things proper.

"What's the best thing to see around here?" Because obviously the two should know. "Because we should go see that... And I vote relaxing things for once. Ghost massages or bar fights, preferably."

[alpha_squad_leader]

Victor looks over as Wally takes out the coins and whistles. "Think they're worth anything?" he asks. "Looking for some cool stuff would be awesome though," he agrees with Wally.

He looks up as Santo speaks and quirks a brow. "I don't think there are many bar fights here, Santo. And how does one get a ghost massage?"

OTA

[poeticverses]

[The decay of the agora, the cloth and the ghosts and the reminders of a long dead world, are simply gorgeous to Jehan. He brought one of his notebooks and a few pencils (and whoever decided to put erasers on the ends of pencils was a genius and Jehan wished he could have lived to see it himself) and has claimed one of the benches for his own. He's scribbling away in the notebook, inspired liked he's never been before.]

[depicted]

[Hurricane Dorian coming in.] Jehan! Do you have a moment? I'm looking for a vase or pot or something with a particular kind of bird painted on it, I'm not entirely certain what kind.

[poeticverses]

[Whoa, that was...fast. Jehan looks up, concerned since Dorian is obviously distraught, and closes his book]

Pardon? A vase?

Ororo & Korra | Naga

[storm_warning]

[One-stop shopping? This place falls short of that reputation, but it's the closest thing that a dead city could possibly offer on the teen-appeal angle. That's why Ororo is there, pocketing a couple of the strangest, most delicious gems she has ever encountered as she goes along. She strictly avoids the ghosts here, having had quite enough of apparitions after the spectre debacle.

She stops to eye a scrap of cloth laid out on an old marble surface. It's a curious bit, green inlaid with silver threads in a cloudlike pattern and she picks it up for a closer look -- only to have the marble crumble away.

There's a snuffle in the dust that rises from the collapse, then a sneeze. Weird. Ororo looks around to see if she can find the source... and comes face to face with a giant polar bear... dog?

The creature is staring at her and she finds herself staring back, adhering to the number one rule of survival: It can't see you if you don't move.]

Um. Nice... doggie? [What? Beats saying 'nice bear' in her books -- that could inspire it to, y'know, try to eat her.] Don't bite me, I won't shock you. Deal?

[alphatar]

[Having filled half her sling bag with the gems she came across, Korra wondered if maybe this was the currency from when this turtle was alive. None of the ghosts seemed to show any interest in them, but that could just be from being dead for so long.

When Korra was kneeled down, picking another one up she heard a sneeze. Not a human sneeze, a very loud animal’s sneeze. After a moment of finding the direction it came from, Korra recognized it as her polar bear dog’s. Or maybe she was just hoping that it was since all that was here were ghosts. Standing up, Korra let the gem slip out of her hand as she brought two fingers to her mouth.

A loud whistle caused the large polar bear dog’s ears to perk up and she barked loudly, then she looked from the girl that called her nice, licking her face before abruptly trying to pick her up, whether it was by saddle or by carrying her by the scruff of her neck (or shirt); eager to bring her to Korra. ’Look what I found!’

After whistling, Korra listened and she heard the heavy padding and sure enough, bounding around a corner came the familiar white furred animal she had tamed long ago.

“Naga!”

[storm_warning]

[Ororo jumped when it barked and -- DID IT JUST LICK HER? OH GOD WAIT, IT'S NOW CARRYING HER AND--]

Whoa doggie! Nelly! Bessie?

[Each word comes out on a downwards bound as Ororo is quite literally carried (and dragged) all the way to where Korra is standing.]

Don't-- [Bounce.] I'll do it-- [Bounce.] I mean it! [Bounce.]

[There's a stirring of air and a crackle of electricity with that last bounce as Ororo haphazardly tries to get her focus together to make good on her thread.]

Rover, stop!

Open!!

[youjustlivehere]

At first Greed had been disappointed when the pieces of cloth he'd touched had basically disintegrated, however after about the third one he'd begun to go around and touch them on purpose, like a child inventing games out of boredom. The momentary distraction was soon replaced though when Greed's foot nudged what he thought was a particularly sharp pebble. As the object rolled a foot or so away from him the man discovered instead that it was some kind of brightly colored crystal.

This was infinitely more interesting than disintegrating fabric and greed stooped down to pick the gem up, now finding that the general area was littered with them. Now, gem collecting was definitely a worthwhile pastime, and the man had pretty deep pockets in both this coat and his pants, so with renewed gusto he returned to his full height and began winding a meandering path through the area, stopping every time he came to another little cluster of gems.

[forherprince]

It seemed that exploring the City they'd found themselves in was more important than this dead sister-city, but by the same token this was apparently something that would not last long--so that was where they had ended up. Greed wasn't exactly difficult to find, so splitting off briefly only to return a short time later to the exact location Greed happened to be in was easy.

Coming back from one of those brief separations she came up silently just behind him as he dove after a number of the gems, raising a brow briefly. "What did you find?"

[youjustlivehere]

"huh?" The man turned his head and couldn't help but grin, it was his own secret pleasure that this woman could find him no matter where he was. He wasn't about to bring that up though, not for a while anyway. Instead he stood up and showed her one of the gems he was holding. "Check it out, treasure!" He said and his grin broadened more. Slipping the gem into one of his pockets it was apparent that he'd loaded himself quite full.

"You should probably get some too. I don't think we're gonna be around here very long" The dark haired man gave a little nod before rising from the crouching position he'd been in. He dusted himself off then and since his pockets were full had no choice but to put his hands casually on his hips.

Dinah | OTA

[raptorcanaria]

[It's not at all surprising that Dinah ends up in the area that used to be the marketplace, and she soon finds that she could spend hours just walking through the area, stopping occasionally to pick up one of the gemstones lying around, or some of the coins that she keeps finding.

She tried to look at some cloth closely, but when that crumbled in her fingers she left well enough alone, moving her head closer instead of trying to touch any more.]

[relentlesstide]

[Arthur's always had a fascination for things forgotten on the seafloor. It's a lot like being home, except for the fact that the barrier keeps out all the dark, cold water he aches to feel filtering through his gills. There are still the canals, small pools here and there, and his and Mera's bedroom-pool at home, filled up with fresh seawater as of a week ago to keep his strength up and keep him properly hydrated, but the reverse-fishbowl effect is still a strange one.

Even so, even dry, the city of Sinbrilee reminds him of feeling like he belongs. He looks at home winding through the former marketplace, a canvas bag for small treasures and his trident slung across his back. He spots Dinah fairly easily and makes his way over with a casual stride and, if not a smile, a relaxed look on his face.] It's still lovely after all this time, isn't it?

[raptorcanaria]

[He doesn't have to smile. She will, tossing him the gem that she just picked up.]

Beautiful. Very Themysciran, I was just thinking.

[Though, she realizes after saying it, that is probably an opinion he is unqualified to share.]

I feel like an archaeologist, picking up these things.

[witchnotwarlock]

[He's been all over the place, picking up coin after coin. It's getting to the point that he really needs a bag, or bigger pockets, or something. Should he even be picking up these coins? Was it okay to do that, or was there a... some kind of rule against that?

He feels kind of like a treasure hunter, though. A really cool one. Billy's not really a collector of coins back home, but these really were... something else. And other people were doing it too! So maybe it wasn't a bad thing.]

Watch out, the cloth here really doesn't like to be touched. [Like the cloth had a mind of it's own, and he grinned at her, a little cautiously, though. Had to watch out with strangers.]

[raptorcanaria]

She grins back, bright and friendly. Dinah makes a point of treating strangers like friends whenever she can.]

I noticed. Now I understand all those guards at the Museum of Art that watch you from two feet away every time you try to get a closer look at something.

Closed to Clark (MoS), Jor-El, and Kara Zor-El

[aloneintheuniverse]

Clark is still getting used to his vision returning to somewhat normal, now that the turtle is underwater. He hasn't been able to simply see in four years, and the lack of concentration necessary to focus is making him heady.

He also is taking the opportunity to walk with Jor-El, getting used to the teacher-pupil relationship they've put on easier than he thinks he could get used to the father-son relationship they actually have. He stops at a stall to admire the decaying curtain before quickly moving on to catch up with Jor-El the next stall over.

[lookedtothestars]

As they've walked, Jor-El has taken the opportunity to point out things, ones simple to explain, either on his part, or Kal-El's. Why the structure of a stall was able to support itself still, even now, through how it was originally constructed, or why some materials had fully decayed and others were only partially ruined. It was as much a chance to speak to his son without idle conversation as it was to see how much knowledge he already had, what he could derive from logic and reason, and what his observation skills were already.

When Kal-El idles behind for a moment to look at something, Jor-El cannot help but watch his son, still amazed at the opportunity he has been given. He is still watching when Kal-El moves to catch up with him.

[notdreaming]

Kara just happened to be walking down the same isle of stalls, taking in the scenery as best she could with the darkness and looming sense of death. The ghosts had been really creepy at first, but now they were part of the scenery... and still pretty creepy, actually. She tried to avoid them when she could.

As he turned Kara saw Jor-El's face, and she waved to him from down the isle. It took her a moment to recognize the boy he had with him.

"Hello Uncle! Hello Clark."

[bridgetothemyscira]

[When Diana had settled down-- diving turtles weren't quite part of her 'things-to-expect-while-in-a-different-world' list-- she had taken it upon herself to figure out where they had landed. Not that she was the only one, it seemed, when she noticed the way people had flocked out and about off the turtle to visit this new city they had arrived on. She didn't even know that the turtle had cities to visit.

The ruins had been a surprise. The ghosts even more so. She hadn't expected to be flocked. Questions about hair care and skin care-- and perhaps one or two who called her out on indecent exposure-- occurring before they finally lost interest and left her alone. All, of course, except for a young woman who had taken it upon herself to chat happily to her. She was nice, albeit a little more translucent than she was used to, and so Diana found herself staying put and chatting despite the places she has yet to see. It was nice, after all, to see it from the perspective of a... local. Of course, that didn't mean she was getting the answers she wanted to know.]

And you do not recall what happened here at all? [A loud sigh comes from her companion, but it was more wistful than annoyed as the girl cups her face in one hand and rests her elbow on the other.]

Oh believe me, I would've told you if I remembered. You know, I had quite a good life before!

You don't seem all that disappointed right now either. [Diana smiles a bit at that, observing her.] In fact, I would say you seem happier than some others I have met here.

Oh, you are so sweet! Don't make me blush. Now, let me tell you about the time...

[Feel free to run into Diana and her ghostly friend, though her companion might excuse herself if any intrusion occurs.]

[andaway]

Diana?

[Kal is wearing the Superman suit right now, but when he speaks his voice is very much Clark Kent's. He'd been around a year in this place, and he'd been extremely lucky about the company he'd gotten (his best friend, his wife, his family...) He hadn't complained even once.

But now Diana is here and he hadn't realized how much he missed his friend until he sees her. Bruce was like his brother, but he never- no one ever understood what it meant to be them, no one got it like Diana did.

He runs to her, reaching to wrap her into a hug. He'll excuse himself to her ghostly friend later if she's still around, of course- but first comes hugging.]

Oh Rao Diana I'm so, so glad to see you.

[bridgetothemyscira]

[The hug had not been expected, and if Clark had not spoken her name before he actually hugged her, she might have tried to throw him when she noticed the sudden movement. As it is, she was already distinguishing people who know her or don't know her by the fact that they say her name before she could speak. The red and blue reminded her of Kara, but this was not a young woman but an older man who spoke like they have known each other for years.

She feels bad when she feels the embrace, yet again another meeting she knew was going to end up with disappointment when she realized she didn't recognize him either. Her ghostly companion excused herself, misinterpreting the situation as she giggled and took her leave, and Diana was left to figure out how to deal with this situation. The lack of response to the hug may have been extended a little too long.]