EVENT ▸ EMPIRE OF THE CRASHING WAVE

[futurologists]

EMPIRE OF THE CRASHING WAVE The royalty of Guild Ophelia has managed to hold an audience with Empress Nama of the Celestial Mountains, urging her to meet with the Empress of the Crashing Wave in the interest of finding an accord between their clans. In return, Nama requests that Ophelia take two letters to the Crashing Wave's court, where, as foreigners, they should be received better than any of her own people. The Empire of the Crashing Wave is a week's travel by foot from the Land of Celestial Mountains, through the forests and farms of the Flowerlands. There is no visible indication that this universe was once two, with even the road leading through the Flowerlands heading seamlessly toward the sea. The farms and villages in the outskirts of the Empire of the Crashing Wave are decorated in seashells and motifs of the sea, and the closer one gets to the city, the stronger the scent of the ocean becomes. Once the city proper is reached, Ophelia's magitek projects words in front of their eyes that only they can see: Location reached: » EMPIRE OF THE CRASHING WAVE A progressive society that values innovation. Main sources of income: fishing, pearl diving, jewelry crafting, shipbuilding. Politically matriarchal; socially egalitarian. Empress YOUMI resides at the PEACEFUL TIDE. No events scheduled. You may wish to survey the surrounding area. The city is built right on the ocean's edge, with some parts of it even jutting out into the sea on bridges and piers. The castle, Peaceful Tide, is built high above the rest; guards will stop anyone at the gates and, if shown the correspondence from Empress Nama, will deliver the letters directly to Empress Youmi. Attempts to seek an audience with Youmi will be rebuffed for the time being, so you may as well take in the sights... ▸ A PROMISING DEVELOPMENT Unlike the Land of Celestial Mountains, men may move freely here, the matriarchal rules of the land only extending to politics. Men and women work alongside each other in all sections of the city, nobles and commoners alike, and even the guards have men among their ranks. In the Artisan District, potters, musicians, and artists line the streets and sell their wares, work, or discuss their craft with each other. Closer to the Beach, there is a boardwalk where young couples stroll alongside grandparents chasing after their grandchildren, electric lamps bathing the wooden planks in a warm glow at night. Fishermen haul in their daily catch in buckets and nets, trailed by a gaggle of hopeful cats. Beachcombers and pearl divers populate the beach as well, making it a clear place for work instead of play. A few days after Ophelia's arrival in sea clan territory, a bell rings loudly in the late afternoon, drawing citizens toward the castle. Guards stop anyone from getting too close, though the populace seems to know what to expect -- soon, a beautiful woman in an elaborate blue kimono appears in an upper balcony. When viewing the woman, Ophelia's magitek will tell them: » EMPRESS YOUMI Leader of the EMPIRE OF THE CRASHING WAVE. 30 years old. SPECIES: Human. MEDICAL CONCERNS: Lactose intolerant. The crowd cheers at Youmi's arrival, only quieting once she raises her hand. She speaks clearly and confidently, her voice carrying easily across the assembly. "I have received a letter from Her Imperial Majesty Nama of the Land of Celestial Mountains. She informs me that their spring festival was interrupted by an attack from our own people, working without my knowledge or consent," Youmi begins, holding her hand up again when a displeased rumble begins to ripple through the crowd. It's unclear if they're perturbed by the ambush or by Nama herself. Once all is silent again, she continues. "She has detained the criminals, for that is what they are, and assures me she will not bring this to the battlefield. I will send her an agreement to the terms, but hear this: any who escalate this further will be slain by my order. I have spoken. The spirits of the sea watch over us all." Youmi then retreats back into the castle. While some citizens cheer their empress's decree, others mutter unhappily amongst themselves as they disperse and go about their business. ▸ BUT TROUBLE CONTINUES The rest of the day following Youmi's decree goes by without incident, leaving time for Ophelia to stop by the sake breweries near the sea or travel back through the forests of the Flowerlands for hunting, hot springs, or simply enjoying the nature of Hanabira. With war averted and the empresses in communication, it seems as though Ophelia's time in this universe will draw to a close soon. As the sun sinks down, finding a place to sleep might be a good idea. There are hotels in the city, but for those who are trying to be a little more frugal, the Flowerlands is a good place to set up camp for free. Doro, the Lord of the Flowerlands, has heard of Ophelia's efforts in starting communication between the empresses as well, and offers rooms in his castle in thanks; if war were to start between the two, his land would suffer for it. During the night, those who accept Doro's invitation will hear a commotion very nearby, steel clashing against steel. Doro and his daughters rush out, weapons drawn, and straight into a skirmish between sea and mountain clan ronin. The warriors are fighting to kill, and in their fervor, someone's fire arrow alights a farmhouse on Doro's property. The farmers need to be rescued and the fire put out, and while the warriors will likely kill each other, they could also be subdued to prevent further damage. Please let the mods know with a link to the thread if your character is killing or capturing any of the ronin. After the skirmish, Doro must be brought back inside his castle, having been wounded during the battle. He pleads with Ophelia to continue to help, as it looks like a tentative truce by the empresses is not enough to calm the citizens. Since they were so successful in receiving an audience with Nama, he believes they can propose a way the two empires can live in harmony. Throughout the next two weeks, skirmishes between the clans are peppered throughout the Flowerlands, some leaving bodies behind and some leaving damage to farms and forest. It looks like Ophelia's peacekeeping mission just became a lot more hands-on: keep the skirmishes from getting out of control while still working toward a way to end the conflict once and for all. ▸ OOC NOTES This log will last for two IC weeks: the first three days will be free exploration, and day four is Youmi's proclamation and the skirmish in the Flowerlands. Your characters are free to explore for the next ten days, during which further skirmishes will occur. If you have questions about this log or the overall mission, please ask them on the dossier. Questions about Futurology in general should be directed to the FAQ. ▸ Coming next log: Peace proposals! Get your brainstorming started now. ▸ Activity Check is due on 5 February 23:59 UTC. We do not accept late submissions, so make sure you fill it out! ▸ Uniform Design Contest is open! Submissions are due 28 February 23:59 UTC. 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Comments

[cachemoney]

[.........oh.] Well, you have to be more specific. [Killing people while they sleep isn't war and she will fight someone about this. Not that she's ever killed someone in their sleep, but it's the principle of the thing.

Fiona pauses, scratching her cheek.]

I don't know. Paying people off, I guess. [Another pause.] Money.

[undeserved]

Sorry.

[ hmm. Money. She's quiet for a moment, bringing a hand to her chin as she tries to imagine a way that money could solve this problem. ]

We'd need a lot of it. Too much. I think.

[cachemoney]

Unforch, I think you're right. [Fiona is good at generating money, but it'd be kind of pointlessly cyclical to scam people out of their money and then turn right around and buy them off with it.

Sighing, she brushes a loose lock of hair back into place.]

Well, I'm about tapped out of ideas. Murder and money, those are the only two things I know.

[undeserved]

I didn't sign on with this team to kill people.

[ killing non-human people is fine. humans? not so much. The idea that those are the only two options clearly doesn't sit well with her. ]

[cachemoney]

[She twists her mouth a little, then folds her arms over her chest and looks down as she kicks some gravel around.]

Sad to break the news to you, but in ALASTAIR, we did a lot of that. Killing people. [It doesn't bother Fiona, personally, but she might as well be forthcoming about it if 9S's... relative?? Is opposed.

Glancing back up, she continues,] What's your name?

SORRY THIS IS LATE a storm knocked out the power here for a while

[undeserved]

[ she responds to that with a stiff silence. If she had known that... No, she can't lie - she'd still be here. It had seemed like an impossible solution to every problem she knew at the time, and it still was, in a way, even if human lives were on the line. After a moment or two, she does answer Fiona's question. ]

... 2B.

IT'S OK i'm slow sometimes anyway....

[cachemoney]

[Okay. "2B." Definitely related to 9S in some way, then. CONFIRMED.]

Do you know 9S? [She's asking anyway. To be polite.]

[undeserved]

[ that's a topic she's a little more comfortable with; 2B nods decisively. ] Yeah, he's my partner. We worked together on Earth.

[ it seems like he met quite a few people before she got here. That's just like him, though. ]

[cachemoney]

Yeah -- he mentioned Earth. [Lots of people in Ophelia seem to be from Earth, actually, which is why Fiona thinks to clarify:] I'm not from there, though. I had to explain that to him.

[9S seems very curious about humans, so she expects 2B is the same way. Although... maybe not. She is a lady of few words, it seems.]

[undeserved]

You're not?

[ it's... a strange idea. But once glance around them right now tells her that it's not impossible. After all, they're not on Earth now, either, and there are humans everywhere. ]

Then you're from a world like this one?

[cachemoney]

[Fiona laughs immediately, without really meaning to. Pandora! Like this place. Not really.]

Uhh, haha. Sorry. Kind of! In that it's a planet populated by humans that isn't Earth, anyway.

[undeserved]

[ idk what you mean... pandora is beautiful and so full of culture...

it's still hard for her to imagine humans living on other planets. She wishes the humans from her own galaxy had the option to move somewhere else like that. ]

... Why apologize?

[cachemoney]

[Murder culture, sure...]

I just laughed in your face. [She says it very blandly, like she doesn't even realize this might have to be explained.]

I... that's considered rude. So. Aaaa...pologies.