Event | Landfall | Bresilyk | Aihsohlow

[ironwood]

Characters: Any and all!
Date: December 3 - 11, 2013
Location: Aihsohlow, Bresilyk (landfall)
Situation: Tu Vishan makes landfall at the winterbound republic of Bresilyk!
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OOC Post | Approved Items | Special Gifts
Aihsohlow | Phorezton | Markutte | Countryside

The starting point of landfall and the smallest port of importance in all the republic. All visitors will have a fish mark stamped on their tin visa if they are granted access here. The homes here are sturdy and built to withstand the harsh sea winds, though the dome has rendered their sturdiness largely irrelevant as the years pass. Fish represent the primary theme of food, with preserved and smoked renditions a commodity often sent for trade to others towns. Local authorities will ask for the tin card visa of each visitor upon first sight, verifying the information with some scrutiny before handing it back and allowing them to continue onwards. There are some auctions held here, with the items obtained often showing signs of recovery from the ocean floor by diving parties in search of fish to net.

Customs | Settlement | Auctions | Harvest Haul | Other

Comments

SETTLEMENT

[ironwood]

The lay of streets and buildings in Aihsohlow are concentric, radiating out from the central port docks and to the outermost line of the dome that protects it from the worst of weather and other threats. Construction here is sturdy and designed to weather storms, a risk negated in the post-dome era, but maintained for tradition's sake. Older buildings show signs of multiple layers of once-bright paint that was worn away by age and elements before being painted anew in whatever shade was most available. The climate within the city is maintained only a few degrees above the outdoors, with residents commonly seen in their warmest clothes as they go about their business. Wares here relate most to oceangoing pursuits and fish is the culinary theme, served with hot beers imported from around the republic. Purpose is a strong theme here and the kedan mostly stay to this port, pleased with how effective its residents are.

Una Persson | OTA

[una_persson]

Una's been exploring and has settled down with a drink at a tavern with a nice view of the street outside. She's tired, really—she's spent the last month working on her time-machine and barely coming up for air, and she feels herself in that strange mental fog of re-aligning one's perceptions with the rest of the outside world.

Open

[washitaway]

[Elizabeth is doing some shopping, perhaps, or talking to the locals, or dancing with a boy somewhere - Booker knows more or less where she is, but it's inevitable that at some point he'll make his way to a bar. And order the strongest thing they've got.

He's got a good view of the goings-on outside, in case Elizabeth should need him for anything, but until or unless that happens, he's going to be nursing a drink or three.]

Re: Open

[bludhavenknight]

[Dick needs to stop hanging out with people who can't drink. Okay, no, he won't ever do that, because he likes those guys. But isn't it nice to get a drink or two, when he has some free time? Maybe get it with someone else?

But people were busy. And maybe, just maybe, Dick was thinking that getting into a small little place, being a little anonymous, might not be such a bad thing. He loved people, but at some point, crowds of people began to get a little too much.

So he ducked into the bar, ordered whatever was strongest, and took a seat next to a guy he's certain he's seen before.]

...You look a little familiar. [Says with a grin.]

[washitaway]

[Booker is never quite sure what to make of strangers addressing him randomly - whether in the street or in places like this. It's not necessarily bad - Elizabeth would probably chastise him that he needs to make more friends, anyway.

It's just a little strange to him, is all. Maybe he's just too used to being that drunkard in the corner that no one wants to associate with. He's still a drunkard, but he's cleaned up a bit. A bit.]

You work at the Turtle. [As in, the Brazen Turtle, the bar he frequents - probably a few times a week, though not every day, because, again - Elizabeth.]

[bludhavenknight]

That's right. I'm a bartender there at night, and it's a pretty good job. [Dick grins, picking up his glass of whiskey sour. He takes a drink while he studies the guy.

Kind of rugged, like he's seen a lot of action. Probably war of some kind. In any case, very interesting. When he sets the glass down, he turns a little in his seat.]

I'm Dick, Dick Grayson. [Shake hands, yes, no?]

[washitaway]

Yeah, right. Might've bought a drink from you once or twice.

[Shaking hands? Okaaaaaay, Booker supposes so. He's at least been on the turtle long enough that he's come to expect politeness instead of hostility, so he'll work with it. Sure.]

Booker DeWitt. You seem a little young to be workin' at a bar. [To be fair, in Booker's world, most bars are uh, locally owned by middle-aged, portly dudes with funny facial hair.]

[bludhavenknight]

Probably. I hope you tipped well. [He's joking, though. Not that he could remember everyone who tipped him. Well. Not everyone.

But people shake hands around here, so Dick gives his a firm shake before dropping it.]

A little young? I can't tell if that's an insult or a compliment. [He grins. He used to get the same flack from the guys at Hogan's, too.]

Bryn was nice enough to give me a chance, and I get to use all of my bartending skills from back home. I think it's a pretty good trade.

[washitaway]

Just an observation.

[Booker's not really one to give compliments or insults, really. Both of them tend to get him into trouble.]

Funny thing about some of the people around here. They trust easily. Not that I'm complaining - I wouldn't have a job either, except for the kindness of strangers.

[bludhavenknight]

I'll take it anyway. [Dick is usually the one who questions people, because he can't keep his mouth shut for a second. But as he's gotten older, he's learned to control it a little.]

I thought that a little strange, too. I always liked the idea of it being like this, though. I think there's something to it here, where we're all in the same boat, you know? Band together with strangers in the same situation.

[washitaway]

Maybe. [Booker takes another sip.] Maybe it's just the types that end up here. Can't say for certain what would happen back where I come from, if there was a similar situation. Might not look so rosy.

Generally, folks kill what they don't understand.

[bludhavenknight]

Unfortunately, I think you're right on that. [It's true, though. That's why such terrible things happen to people, and it's disheartening to think of it like that.

What a world they lived in, that it was the same in other worlds, too.] I know I prefer being around people that I don't need to worry so much about them trying to kill me everywhere I turn. Plus if you have people from back home here, too. That helps to know when you fall asleep at night.

[washitaway]

[Booker nods, thinking of Elizabeth.] They can talk all they want about a war, but I've seen war. This isn't war.

Maybe I'm fooling myself thinking I can have a new start here - we can. But so far... it's better than what we left.

[bludhavenknight]

I'm going to agree to that too. It's not like I personally fought in any of the big wars throughout history. But I've been in plenty of war zones to know one when I see one. [This might be a battle, but he's not seeing the war aspect. Maybe it's still coming. Best be prepared for anything.]

I told someone that I think this place could be a new start; I know I think it could be one. As much as it's not normal to be on a turtle, there's enough here that could be considered normal. [He takes a sip.]

Who's we? [Anyone he knows?]

OTA

[fdaterminator]

[Colby hasn't ventured out very far, mainly because he's working his way through pretty much every fish restaurant in Aihsohlow. He was never much of a fish guy, but holy crap this stuff is delicious.

As is the warm beer, once he got used to it warm.]

[redjay]

[Hey, cyborg-man.]

Easy, man. You're going to choke on a fish bone.

[He looks pointed at the beer]

That stuff any good?

[fdaterminator]

[Looks up the the newcomer. Does he know you?]

You think I don't know how to eat a fish without killing myself? [Luckily for Jason, he's only feigning insult.]

Once you get used to it. They... don't get the concept of cold beer here.

[redjay]

[No, no you don't shhh]

Hey man, if people can drown drinking water, you can die choking on a fish bone. Unless, you know.

[Maybe cyborg man has enhancements in his throat too, who knows]

Is it passable as a drink though? Give me a 1-10 rating.

[fdaterminator]

[Excuse you it was a cleaver to the head that gave him these implants, not a cleaver to the throat.]

Kid I'm FDA, I know all about weird ways people die eating food. [Motions to the robo-face.] And for the record, what you see is what you get for the robot part of me, before you get any more weird ideas.

3 at first. Now that I'm used to it it's about a 7.

[redjay]

[He snorts] I didn't start with the weird ideas until you said it, Mister FDA.

[He gets himself a warm beer, because like it or not. It's going to be the few he gets in while he's here.] But for the record, is this assumed to be all FDA approved?

[fdaterminator]

I'm not that kind of FDA.

I'm special crimes. [Come on, don't disappoint him. Everyone else makes jokes.]

[redjay]

[He stares for a second, trying to gauge rather cybrog's serious or not. Then he remember:]

That's right. Talking half mechanical chickens are more your thing, isn't it?

[fdaterminator]

Poyo don't talk. [Shoves some more fish in his mouth. He's actually surprised this guy knew about Poyo... then again, Poyo's reputation proceeded him, he guessed.]

[redjay]

A cyborg chicken that doesn't speak.

[He gets his hot beer drink... thing. And slurps it down, foam and all. After smacking his lips a few time and clearing his throat:]

That's what you call a 3? Shit, man. I'd hate to know what you consider real food.

[He's joking but pulling a really good poker face]

[fdaterminator]

This isn't a fucking Disney movie.

[Colby just shrugs at that. Frankly, he doesn't give a shit one way or the other.] Then don't fucking drink it, I'm not your mom.

[Takes another sip of his beer just to drive the point home.]