ironwood: (Default)
ɪʀᴏɴᴡᴏᴏᴅ ᴇᴍᴘᴇʀᴏʀ ᴇsʜᴀɪ ([personal profile] ironwood) wrote in [community profile] tushanshu_logs2013-08-09 07:08 pm

Event | Landfall | Diving & Sinbrilee

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
escarabajo: (Jaime: oh er okay)

[personal profile] escarabajo 2013-08-20 10:51 am (UTC)(link)
[The Scarab picking up life forms and weird signals? Not entirely new. But today's subject is different somehow. Like Percy, there's a draw on Jaime's mind; the feeling's not unlike a little kid tugging on his hand for attention, nothing like any of the overwhelmingly ominous feelings lately.

He goes on foot. When he finds the source-- a huge turtle egg, confirmed by the Scarab-- there's... a kid his age looking like he's trying to measure the shell with his palms, or something.
]

Hey, [he starts, taking a few steps forward. He was going to say something a little bit more snarky half a second ago, but the fuzzy feeling suddenly in his chest makes him considerably nicer.] you feel that? Like whoever's there is trying to talk to you?
parallels: (TALK ★  life is like a boat)

[personal profile] parallels 2013-08-20 01:29 pm (UTC)(link)
Clara's been trying to ignore the nagging feeling that's been tapping in the back of her mind. She's far too tired to deal with funny feelings. After running about in dreams, having her dreams invaded, and having nice flashbacks to death, she is really quite DONE.

But the nagging just gets worse. Soon she can't eat because it nags at her stomach. She can't sleep as it preoccupies her head. So she finally gives in and follows the feeling, winding through the city streets, until she comes across two teenage boys and an egg.

A turtle egg. Clara knows what it is right away, like she was meant to know.

"So. I'm not the only who was pulled here by a turtle egg, am I?"
kelpful: (prettiest eyes in the land)

[personal profile] kelpful 2013-08-22 12:23 am (UTC)(link)
[Percy twitches, and when he turns to face the first newcomer, there's - a pen? - in his hand. But the calm of the turtle egg washes over him and he relaxes, sliding the writing utensil back into his pocket] Yeah. It's calling to me. Like it's been tugging on my sleeve all day, you know? [Wait] Uh, is it doing the same thing to you?

[Percy's not sure how he feels about that. A couple of minutes with the egg, and he's already sort of possessive. And then another person shows up, and he just kind of leans sideways a little, trying to see if there are any more newcomers coming up behind her] Nope, doesn't look like it. I'm Percy, who're you guys? I think I've seen you around, but we haven't really talked.
escarabajo: (Jaime: oh er okay)

[personal profile] escarabajo 2013-08-23 07:29 am (UTC)(link)
[Jaime offers a slight, tentative wave, eyes going from Percy, to Clara, and finally back to the friendly little (er, not SO little) turtle in its egg.]

I'm Jaime. I thiiiiink I've spoken to you on the network, Clara? [Gosh, he's too young for his memory to fail him already-- it's all that relying on the Scarab to locate people for him, isn't it.] This is my first time seeing you, though. [which he says, turning briefly to Percy.]

Don't tell me it's looking for its parents. Um, three... parents. Not that there's anything wrong with non-traditional families or whatever. And anyway, I thought turtles left their young buried on the sand? [Nevertheless, Jaime rests a hand on the eggshell. Natural or not, he's long decided to stick around for the thing.]