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

Comments

[relentlesstide]

Don't ask. [Let's not talk about that night, it's too ridiculous for words. He'll just come over to kneel down and glance a little closer at the worn out punching bag that doesn't look like anything special, but is obviously something sentimental for Dinah.]

Is it really? I've never figured out how things of ours show up in this world, in places that aren't even Keeliai.

[raptorcanaria]

I'm not sure I want to know. [This isn't entirely sure, but every time she thinks about what's going on with this world she gets lost in vague ideas of magic and astral projection and other things she usually considers Someone Else's Problem.]

No question about it. I know some of these bumps as well as my own hands. I learned to box on this old thing.

[relentlesstide]

[Too bad their Zatanna isn't here, they could make all the magic nonsense (and Arthur is even familiar with magic of a sort, but it's still ridiculous) Her Problem.]

I'd say it might just be a good copy, but I've seen things show up in this world that would be... very difficult to copy. [Like his trident. Like the Atlantis Chronicles.] Need help taking it back to Keeliai?

[raptorcanaria]

I'd honestly rather believe there was some way of magically teleporting it over for whatever reason than someone would go to the effort of copying this tear right here.

[She stands up and pulls on the bag to heave it into an upright position, feeling its weight.]

Do you mind? I don't think I could carry it on my own.

[relentlesstide]

It is possible, considering where we are and how we were brought here in the first place. [Which is to say, who the hell even knows.]

I don't mind. Here, trade. [He takes his trident and his bag, both much more lightweight, from his back to hand to Dinah (so the sharp golden prongs of the trident won't tear any more holes into the rather beat-up bag). Then he wraps an arm around it and hefts it up easily onto his shoulder. He's no Superman, but Atlantean strength is more than sufficient up on the surface.]

[raptorcanaria]

[Dinah takes the bag first, slings it on her back so she can find a way to carry the trident comfortably. She smiles in gratitude as she watches Arthur heave her bag up.

Having superpowered friends never stops coming in useful.]

Now I'm relieved I never got around to ordering a custom made new bag for my apartment.

[relentlesstide]

[With one arm around the mass on his shoulder, he lets Dinah lead the way, either back toward Keeliai or elsewhere into the city. It's not like carrying it around will tire him out or anything.]

You sure you won't still need one anyway? [A light chuckle.] It's pretty beat up.

[raptorcanaria]

[Dinah pulls a face at him.]

It's put up with two decades of my fists, not to mention who knows how long under Ted's treatment. It can last a while longer.

[relentlesstide]

If you say so. [It's just mild, slightly deadpan teasing, though. He knows all about sentimental objects; he's got the Atlantis Chronicles tucked into his bag, a bookmark between the pages where he'd been looking at his mother's handwriting.]

Does it work to end this here?

[raptorcanaria]

I do.

[She grins at him, bright and fond, and nudges his arm with an elbow affectionately on their way out. Suddenly having that link to home has made the whole place better, and she can't wait to get it hung in her suite.]