Where are you now? Atlantis, under the sea... [Quests 50 and 51]

[satanslash]

WHO: Rin Okumura and You!
WHERE: Harbor (Quest 50), Cafe (Quest 51)
WHEN: Various
WHAT: Quest 50 is kinda shady, but Rin figures there's at least one way to make it less so. Also, remembering people.
WARNINGS: NA

i : quest 50 | water toss

[Vigilant, observant residents might notice an odd sight about two days after the quests go up.

It seems that Rin is carrying a large load of crates out from the cafe and down to the harbor. Its almost impossible to see whats in the crates as he has them stacked in his arms, having no issue with the weight of whatever it is, but there is a delicious smell of something recently cooked coming from at least one of them.

Should one follow, or simply be in the area of the harbor to observe, they'll be privy to Rin setting the crates down on the dock, separating them and putting a roughly scrawled sign out to lean against one of them. In one crate there is a stack of stained, somewhat ratty but clean towels. In the other, the source of the delicious smells being some wrapped up food brought from the cafe.

And the sign?

"Harbor Toss
Free Food After
Any Color"

Look, the quest is suspect as hell, but Rin figures if he can get people to do it willingly with their consent then at the very least there will be a lot less people thrown in without warning. And he's one of the strongest people in Chroma, so hefting a bunch of bodies in to the water is something that he would barely break a sweat over.

Never mind that food is already free, but details. His ideas can't be 100% intelligent.]

b. quest 51 | i will remember you

[There's a new addition to the cafe, once again about three or so days after the quests went up.

Its a small altar, tucked in the corner of the dining area across from the stairs to the second floor. Its fairly rough and clearly put together from found items, but the idea and thought is there. A small cloth draped over a small end table that no longer has legs. A number of half-burned candles on a slightly cracked dish. Personal items, left behind by those no longer here. A small notebook missing about a third of its pages and stained, but usable as names have obviously been written inside. A lighter and a pen for those who wish to add to the memories.

At the beginning it is only items and names that Rin himself has added, but should anyone ask he'll greet them with a sad smile and a nod.]

Yeah, you can add to it.

Comments

toss that girlfriend into the water

[spiria]

[ She was mostly following him to ease her own mind. Those crates were heavy and while she certainly didn't have the upper body strength to carry any of them herself, she kind of had to make sure for herself that he did. And yes, he most certainly did. ]

Do you think this will work?

yeet the girlfriend

[satanslash]

[You worry too much, Kohaku. He's got this.]

I'unno. Worth a shot, right?

is she even the girlfriend yet

[spiria]

[ She does. Deal with it. Kohaku looks out into the water. At least they brought towels ... and food. Yeah, this could work out. She was hoping it would, anyway. ]

I guess if all else fails you can just throw me in.

technically

[satanslash]

[He is trying to make it a more tolerable experience.]

... I'm not gonna throw you in.

t e c h n i c a l l y

[spiria]

Why not? It's got to get done somehow, right?

[ She can swim. Honest. Her brother's the one who sinks. ]

B

[troubadamsel]

... Thank you. This is a lovely tribute.

[She quietly approaches the pen to write down one name for now - Henry.]

[satanslash]

I kinda wanted to do it before the quest went up, but it gave me a pretty good reason to.

[Something others could share, too.]

[troubadamsel]

Mmm. It is appreciated all the same...

... Tell me. What are your happier memories of those who have left?

[satanslash]

Happier? Mn. Weirdly... the Defense Force. I made a lotta friends through that. A lot of the trainin' helped and really I just liked spendin' time with everyone.

b.

[allfornothing]

[ Crowe is actually... mostly staring. Her arms clenched into fists by her side, though her voice seems more dead than angry. ]

The person I'd be adding is already there.

[ Because Nyx. ]

[satanslash]

Ah?

[Rin shuffled back over with a curious expression. It was bound to happen how small the town is, but he still wanted to know.]

Who?

[allfornothing]

Nyx.

[ The answer is quiet, but that's mostly because. Showing the full range of emotions out here in public is probably very much not a good idea. ]

[satanslash]

Oh.

[Maybe he should have waited and let others add names first.

This is. Awkward. He's really not sure what to say, and he can't just erase the name and let her write it back in.]

... sorry.

After settling in and sleeping off what should have been death but wasn't

[sirnyxalot]

[Nyx couldn't stay home right now. It was so quiet and after a sudden journey back home and fighting the hardest battle of his entire life, Nyx just wants to be around the people he'd forgotten.

A year's worth of memories, just gone. It had only been a couple of hours, if that, but the loss lingers in his heart as the truth settles in with poisoned barbs: he could be taken back at any moment. He could lose everything without a warning, and not even know he's lost it.

Might as well take advantage of whatever time this accursed place is going to give him. The cafe is a good place to sit for a bit. He can relax and watch as residents wander in and out, Rahm curled possessively around his feet. A good place to feel at home.

And, apparently, a good place to learn that he's not the only one that disappeared this past month. After a time, Nyx notices several people visit the corner, and finally gets up to maneuver around his coeurl to check it out for himself.]

[satanslash]

[Rin had been so excited to see Nyx back that the little memory altar he had made for him and many others had actually escaped his memory. He didn't even think about it the following day, either, simply returning to the kitchen as he always did, taking breaks at the table to catch up in small bits of conversation.

It wasn't until he came back out much later in the afternoon to see Nyx standing near the altar that he recalled what he had done for the quest, and that a certain name would very obviously be written down in somewhat scrawled handwriting.

He stood behind Nyx for a long moment of unsure silence, a towel in his hands but otherwise not moving.]

... I really did think you were gone.

[sirnyxalot]

[Nyx starts, not having heard Rin step up behind him. He’d been so focused on the little altar. So many trinkets left behind by those who vanished without a goodbye. Rubbing his left arm, trying to loosen his muscle, Nyx turns to look at him over his shoulder.]

I don’t blame you.

[What had been a moment for Nyx was longer here. He’s not sure how many days, exactly, but long enough, apparently. He’s....

His jaw tenses as he physically swallows down an unfamiliar rush of emotion, and he has to look up at the ceiling a moment to blink as his vision blurs.]

[satanslash]

[Aw man...]

H-hey. You're back now, right?

[Chroma might not be the best place to be. Between the fairy tale nonsense and how many times they've nearly died it could be fairly stressful to live there, but the friends Rin had made were important to him.

He just wanted them to be happy for a little while before everything went to shit again.]

b.

[rasure]

[The cafe is more comfortable than most places in the town, so Renne spends a fair amount of time there. Rin has been nice to her, and also sometimes he offers her warm drinks, so of course she's going to come by.

And, well, when she sees the new addition, she peers at it curiously, head tilted.]

Hmm...? What's this?

[satanslash]

Hm? Oh. Quests went up on the forum. One of them was remembering people who aren't here anymore.

[A long way of saying "a memorial".]

[rasure]

[She did see the quest, but dismissed it out of hand. Still...]

... Is this good enough to remember people by? Just writing down their names in a book and leaving some things behind for them?

[satanslash]

How... else would we remember them?

[Are there worlds that don't practice funerary methods like his world does? A name on a stone or tablet, leaving offerings of flowers or gifts... that was normal, wasn't it?]

i (Late as anything but better than never!)

[sonofbarbara]

[Jim stares at the sign for a moment before he laughs.]

Well. I guess it never hurts to advertise.

[satanslash]

Hey, I'm makin' it worth people's time, aren't I?

[It's one of the few smart things he's done in a while.]

[sonofbarbara]

You are.

[And the food smells good too.] So...where do I sign up? Is this the end of the line?

[What line?]

[satanslash]

You are the line right now. No one else has taken me up on this.