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the sunken | part i



THE SUNKEN






Welcome to the first log of Arc VI: the Sunken, which covers 15 May – 2 June and doubles as a test drive meme.

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LOST AT SEA | TEST DRIVE TOURISTS


You wake, gasping, in a stormy sea, your thoughts slowed to a confused trickle. Skill, floating wood or a kindly stranger — who you can’t understand — help you to reach shore.

Villagers discover you collapsed on sand and provide critical (if rickety) communication and translation devices. They say you are in Sunken Yancai, a fishing village progressively overtaken by waters and cursed by the secretive ‘ladies of the lake’ to transit through time.

■ Rescuers group newcomers and supply questionable village couture, warm meals and accommodations in abandoned, half-flooded homes or spare small boats anchored in Yancai’s waterways. Huddle up, recover your strength and don’t think too hard on why your memories are hazy over the next three days.

■ Come morning, you visit village leader Quanze Tsaymien, then the sorceress Karsa — who explains you are otherworlders summoned into Akhuras by undead lords who wish to weaponise you in their battle against humans and one another. Karsa is an associate of the Merchant, who leads otherworlders towards ancient transport beacons east.

■ One such beacon rests dormant in Yancai. The group must infiltrate the village and wait a few weeks until it shifts to a point back in time when the beacon was active.

■ Newcomers are handed passport papers with their new identities in Yancai, where they may be known as a bankrupt merchant, perpetually drunk sailor, whale hunter, raft surveyor, mermaid who has just gained their legs, crab collector... feel free to invent a dutifully hilarious apt role for their seaside sojourn.


OLD TIMERS | THE DRIFTING


You dragged yourself here in a haze. You arrived long ago, as if in a dream. You were born and bred in this village. In truth, your memories of reaching lively Yancai feel nebulous and alarmingly inconsequential.

Characters are facilitated new identities and dwellings by the Merchant, or believe they have had them all along.

■ A weary Karsa warns to say nothing to party members with altered memories, until the sorcery that affects them runs its course.

■ Memory-altered characters progressively regain their memories within three to five days (by 20 May). They have their memories partially or fully back at night ( midnight to 5 a.m.). Throughout the day, memory regains can trigger migraines, eerie confusion and paranoia.

Hauntings begin once characters have fully regained their memories.

■ Once everyone is ‘back to normal,’ Karsa explains that Yancai periodically transits through time. The memory alterations are a magical solution endorsed by the village council, which ensures locals mentally weather these shifts. Villagers continue to blithely accept you as part of the community.


(DON'T) HOLD YOUR BREATH


Karsa reunites the existing party and newcomers, issuing first assignments. The Merchants’s information suggests the beacon of Yancai will be online once the village travels in time within weeks. A dubious Karsa asks the party to check on the beacon, located in the former House of Commerce of the largely inundated merchants’ district. Reach it by rowing boat.

■ Villagers say the Master of Commerce, a famous musician, took precautions against intruders.

■ All ground and lower floor entryways of the palatial House were boarded to restrict flooding. To enter, pick locks or climb the putrid stairwell towards upper balconies.

Inside, the hissing of running water — and, in the lower levels, of thin, slippery leeches whose bite numbs your limbs, while they attempt to feed. You seem to experience pronounced vertigo when entering any decaying rooms covered in black mould.

■ The beacon is located on a dais in the basement vault room, where water rises near 1 meter. Only a few scattered scrolls and golden decorations remain among decorations, while a large ceiling carving writes, greed deafens man to the cries of his conscience; music sets him free.

■ Some tiles of the marbled floor stand out as you wade — step on one, and all doors abruptly slam shut, while dozens of obscured holes in the wall start to rapidly spill water, threatening to fill the room to the ceiling within the hour. You hear the tinny, waning sound of a village song played from a hidden source.

■ To stop the pouring water and open the doors, sing the song you hear, or find the music box that produces it amid debris on the water-covered floors. Wind it, and it plays its song in reverse, revealing the voice of a laughing elderly man who says, Depressingly, Anurr was right to worry.

■ Don’t forget to check the beacon — and report back to Karsa that it looks structurally untarnished.


THEY SLEEP


After surprising revelations at previous citadels, Karsa tasks you to investigate just how… permanent death is in Yancai. Villagers share that their dead are buried in a strange rite at sea — part of which will take place within days.

■ The dead are ‘entombed’ in one-man sarcophagi ships with carved and chained lids that depict their likeness. These burial boats are set at sea on the first day of each season and return three months later.

■ Join the harbours around 22 May, when mourners gather to receive the burial boats. Characters must pretend to be greatly anguished relatives, acquaintances or debt collectors to join the grieving.

■ The boats float towards you, seemingly of their own volition. Gaze afar and spot a boat carrying a man in black — the same who haunts some characters — who observes until the last burial ship has reached the piers, before he disappears.

■ Sailors draw up the boats and unpeel the untouched chains and lids, to reveal… no corpses. Peer closer and find neither biological signs (stench, liquids) of discomposure, nor the magical chillness of spaces where cadavers have lingered long. Scratch marks litter the inside of some boat lids.

■ Mourners seem grateful that the waters have ‘accepted’ the bodies. Some say that their relatives whose boats have yet to return must have been stolen by the ‘ladies of the lake,’ a villainous witch coven. Speak to mourners or sailors for clues.

■ Linger long near opened burial boats, and you feel tempted to throw yourself into the sea, slowly losing consciousness — until someone rescues you.


AMONG US


On 25 May, village leader Quanze Tsaymien drags the chained and half feral mistress Miang-si to households and Yancai’s largest market square.

The young woman, he says, was seduced by the ladies of the lake — the furtive witch coven that condemned Yancai to time travel. Luckily, the village elders have… coaxed Miang-si back onto the righteous path.

Miang-si is brought door-to-door to point out her 'accomplices.' Ill at ease, villagers whisper of similar witch hunts leading to false accusations and blood-curdling repercussions.

■ Both men and women are suspected and brought before Miang-si. Perhaps she takes an eerie interest in you, getting especially close to catch your scent, touch or remark on (in)visible hurts, or even dotingly kiss you. If you whisper quickly while she’s near, you might be able to ask one question.

■ If you are patient and kind to Miang-si, she briefly squeezes your hand as she withdraws. Within the hour, you find blood writ on your palm that warns, Our fat moon rises red.

■ If you are agitated, or if Quanze rushes her during your visit, Miang-si erupts into sudden, side-splitting cackling — while you find yourself croaking like a toad, or transforming into one and retaining human speech. The spell dissolves after eight hours.

Quanze’s long-suffering men say this sorcery breaks faster if you kiss one of the curmudgeonly emerald toads that hide in some of Yancai’s lakes. Catch one such delightful, slime-spitting creature or barter it from merchants at a costly premium.


ILL MET BY MOONLIGHT


A full moon is set to rise within days of Miang-si’s visit, on 27 May — just as Yancai shows signs of time shifting. Villagers are prone to stilling and staring askance, seeming lost or adrift.

The village itself evolves: one moment, the same house appears freshly new, then drowned, while waterways overfill with water, then seem barren. Overall, the village deteriorates.

■ That day, the sun suffers a midday eclipse, while droves of black birds circle the woods and village outskirts, attacking those who come close.

■ The waters increasingly thicken and darken, preventing boats from entering certain waterways.

■ An exceedingly bright moon and a diffuse lunar replica rise with nightfall. Come midnight, the village is alive with the sounds of ripping, structural collapse and shrieks. Tar-covered corpses emerge from the waters, clawing on and climbing up piers. They swarm, drawing passers-by into waters to drown them. Help them — and foremost, yourself.

■ Light and fire keep the dead at bay. On some waterways, wildfire now spells, WHAT IS WET WAS WRONGED

■ Weaker alone, fresh corpses climb into your rowing boat, pretending they are innocents who seek shelter. They betray themselves by speaking very slowly, struggling to keep track of the conversation or obliviously peppering it with details of their death. They stubbornly ask questions about you, repeating your answers, and become violent if you say they are dead. Push them into the water at first opportunity.

Quanze Tsaymien and other men of the village take arms, urging villagers to barricade in the nearest home, harbour or warehouse and weather the night. They advise to be silent and beware the dead who imitate living voices, warning not to touch any black mould or water that suddenly appear in your home — which alert the dead of your presence within.

■ Some dead try to tear you apart, while others seek to feed you a disgusting, tar-like black mould. A small taste of it makes you sluggish and feeble for two-three hours, while an entire fistful can kill.

■ If the undead infiltrate your house, hold your breath, do not move and keep from screaming. The dead have weak sight and olfactory senses and might pass you by, as long as you stay silent. It can be more efficient to fool than kill the dead.

■ By 5 a.m., houses start to replenish themselves, gaining a new appearance, while water and mould retreat. The dead withdraw into waterways. Outside doors have been marked with blood: vertical lines tell how many living people remain inside; horizontal ones count how many within died overnight.

■ You step to seize a brave new day — while Yancai enters a new time period (further details due in the next plot update).


NOTES

■ The game enabling meme goes up on 25 May.

Hit up available NPCs here or in their new inbox!

QUESTIONS.

moonsounds: (Ruka (1))

[personal profile] moonsounds 2023-05-31 02:27 pm (UTC)(link)
Ruka watches him for a moment before she nods, rummaging around for her own paper. "Kazetani Himeko. An entertainer, apparently." She doesn't seem bothered by it though, staring at the paper before shrugging and tucking it away again. Then again, nothing seems to bother of faze her much at all, so.

"'Lotus picker,'" she echoes, eyebrow raised as she looks around. "Are there a lot of lotuses around here? You might be out of a job before it even begins."
makemeasong: (𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢)

[personal profile] makemeasong 2023-05-31 02:27 pm (UTC)(link)
Clara can't help but blink.

"Really?" Duped again. When is she going to learn? People's faces aren't always what they think, but her mum taught her not to ever outright ask anyone's age, so she doesn't, she simply takes it in stride.

"It would've been too simple if you could just sense it. When has this place ever let us off that easy?" Although maybe it has, and instead of that being a rhetorical question, she kind of means it. "Have you ever sensed a beacon easily?"

"If I had something that was a point of pride but also something other people might want to get their hands on, I'd hide it or disguise it as something hiding in plain sight, like, I dunno. A vase. That way, I can control who I want to know about it." Clara pauses a beat.

"I know I read a lot of fiction, but seriously, people do weird things with stuff like this."
makemeasong: (𝑦𝑜𝑢'𝑣𝑒 𝑚𝑎𝑑𝑒)

[personal profile] makemeasong 2023-05-31 02:35 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Clara backtracks a little as she's putting the finishing touches on their sandwiches. She went with club sandwiches, and then, just in case, made a few tomato sandwiches that she'll eat if no one else wants. It paid to trade gossip for groceries down at the docks. ]

So, I woke up and it was pretty much directly onto the train, there wasn't anything else. Except there was a point I think I blacked out again, everyone did, and then we were falling down a literal rabbit hole, Alice in Wonderland style. At the time, it was the weirdest thing that's ever happened to me. Just...falling, and trying to dodge objects and other people.

[ She stops there and doesn't go into anymore detail. Now that she's got more perspective from Adrienne's point of view, yeah. That's a fucking lot right there. ]
makemeasong: (𝑌𝑜𝑢'𝑟𝑒 𝑖𝑛𝑠𝑎𝑛𝑒.)

[personal profile] makemeasong 2023-05-31 02:42 pm (UTC)(link)
I bet I an get you in a big blue box that'll make you love flying. 'Course, it'd be through space and time, but it's definitely foolproof. [ Clara has to pause, and then adds an addendum to that. ] Foolproof doesn't mean Doctor proof, though, so your landings may vary.

[ Still, she says with a the sort of smile that's pretty much reserved for the Doctor. Now that she's broached the topic of the bouquet she was given, she tugs the makeshift necklace of dried rose petals still attached to a stem from around her neck. It's protected by something the Doctor rigged, she can't even try to begin explaining that part. ]

So, I dunno why, but someone or something left me a bouquet of roses with 24 rose petals that were edged in gold. When I pluck one, I go invisible for half an hour, give or take a few seconds. Maybe I shouldn't be using anything this place gives us, but they let me get away with a lot. Especially in Alem.
pathologise: (pic#16342229)

[personal profile] pathologise 2023-05-31 02:44 pm (UTC)(link)
( there's a small thanks when she hears the plate settle down, slowly lifting her head back up to pull it closer before taking them apart to fish out the tomatoes. hungover was not a time she wanted to test whether they agreed with her, leaving them in a little pile on the side of the plate before putting it back together to eat it.

and there are a few small bites taken before she does reply, uncertain about everything )


I know what you said but I don't think I understood it. Because that sounds like it should be a dream and... I hate that it feels like it wasn't.

( the falling )
makemeasong: (𝑙𝑒𝑡 𝑚𝑒 𝑏𝑒 𝑏𝑟𝑎𝑣𝑒.)

[personal profile] makemeasong 2023-05-31 02:50 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Clara can absolutely, without a doubt, a hundred percent agree. The first time she fell, she fell forever and split herself up into pieces. She was supposed to die, but she should've known better than that. The Doctor can't let anyone do that for him, couldn't let her. But that's a whole other topic she won't even try to bring up, because space and time travel might be the unintentional straw on the camel's back. ]

Felt like a dream. Felt like the kind where you can't wake up, even when you know you have to. Honestly, a lot of days it still feels like that to me. I'm really lucky that I have someone from home with me. Helps keep me feeling a little saner, honestly.
pathologise: (pic#16259411)

[personal profile] pathologise 2023-05-31 02:54 pm (UTC)(link)
( she gives clara a look that means to say well, i'm fucked before finishing her sandwich. even if she knows that everyone here will fiercely try to tell her that she isn't alone. but how much does that mean when you don't know anyone, really? )

I would like to wake up... except being in this village feels real. It feels like I'm here even if the past-- I don't actually know how long I've been here, but... even if that was fake.

( the train actually felt more like a dream but she did both sleep a lot and drink a lot )

This might not be the right place or where I should be but... I feel here. Annoyingly.
moonsounds: (Ruka (8))

[personal profile] moonsounds 2023-05-31 02:56 pm (UTC)(link)
Ruka frowns a little before sighing and nodding. Of course it'll be something unpleasant. Written in blood is also generally Not Great so it makes sense. Dammit.

"Oh... Lan?" She tilts her head in recognition before she bows a little as well. "I'm Minazuki Ruka. Do you have a preference for what I use...?"
blackscales: Commission, Do Not Take! (13)

[personal profile] blackscales 2023-05-31 03:48 pm (UTC)(link)
Disguise it as something? Interesting. He reaches the bottom of the stairwell, splashing through water as he studies their options.

"They do say the previous owner took precautions against intruders," he allows. So it would, then, be hidden. His eyes narrow, thinking. "He was also the Master of Commerce, a famous musician I believe. This building suggests money. Most people with that degree of money would pay for high-end security."

Rather than hiding something in plain sigh, they'd secure it very deliberately.
scrapgege: (Default)

[personal profile] scrapgege 2023-05-31 04:10 pm (UTC)(link)
[Thankfully, it's only that bit of the stairs that is rotten and of course, Xie Lian and his incredible bad luck had to hit it, but at least it's not too hard to pull him out... and from up close it becomes more noticeable that under the white flowy robes, he's actually mostly hard muscles, so he helps quite a lot in pulling himself out. Still...]

... Thank you. That was a suprise.
scrapgege: (Default)

[personal profile] scrapgege 2023-05-31 04:11 pm (UTC)(link)
... It's alright.

[Xie Lian now sounds surprisingly comforting for someone who was basically having a panic attack just a few moments ago.

He holds out a hand for a head pat, waiting to see if it's welcome or not.]


You don't have to tell if you don't want to. But what about I make some hot tea?
beitangmoran: (Default)

[personal profile] beitangmoran 2023-05-31 04:17 pm (UTC)(link)
It's often temporary, and people's level of awareness seems to vary during the day... For now, it seems more prudent to observe and see if awareness is coming back.

[Or if action is needed to restore it, but if that's the case, some clue should present itself at some point.]

No one is in immediate danger, so far. So there is no need to panic.
beitangmoran: (Default)

[personal profile] beitangmoran 2023-05-31 04:21 pm (UTC)(link)
We are not the first group of outsiders to be kidnapped in this way. From what we have been told, the people fighting the undead tried to kill them to prevent them from being used... and it didn't work. The undead can steal abilities, and revive the dead to do their bidding. So keeping us alive and shuffling us back where we came from is a safer bet, if more risky in the long term.

The Merchant has his own personal reasons, but he's also pragmatic. He will do what works to save his world.
deescalate: (28)

lost at sea

[personal profile] deescalate 2023-05-31 05:07 pm (UTC)(link)
This is all very surreal for Cal, as well, though he rolls with it. That's something he's good at, after all, and if showing up on a different planet is what he has to deal with then he will.

But he also takes time to look after some of his new group, especially anyone who seems like a loner. It's how he finds a young woman, keeping to herself, so he sits down next to her and leans in to speak quietly. "We should start a roadshow. They've made me a traveling magician."
stephanivien: (014)

they sleep

[personal profile] stephanivien 2023-05-31 07:05 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Stephanivien, too, has a hesitance surrounding any sort of farcial mourning attempts. Ishgard had been at war for too long, and had seen far too much death—now known to have been even more senseless, in its ways—for him to feel comfortable with pretending.

He keeps a further distance than most, in sight of, but farther away from the harbors themselves—ostensibly, should one ask, checking on his attempts at lobster traps—and prays, instead, since it seems more fitting. He holds a passing curiosity if the Twelve can even hear such prayers, when one is on a different star, but better to do so than not.

It is not until all the boats have returned, open and empty, and most of the mourners begin to disperse that Stephanivien makes his way back down to wander along the piers, glancing at the open coffin-boats before averting his eyes, disquieted, instead listening in on the chatter of mourners and sailors alike for hints of clues.

He keeps his gaze roving, settling nowhere in particular, and that is the reason he is able to catch sight of a young man stepping out into the shallows...oddly enough, not focused on any particular boat in specific.

He hurries his steps, and, as the man sways, Stephanivien reaches out with strength to catch hold of him, grasping the young man's upper arm and pulling with a firm grip, half-hauling the man up before he can fall face-first into the water and begins to try and lift him up on to the adjacent jetty.
]

Careful does it! [ He tries to get a better look at the man's face, brows creasing with concern. ] Are you quite all right?
makemeasong: (𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑓𝑢𝑙𝑙)

[personal profile] makemeasong 2023-05-31 07:28 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Clara doesn't try the name again, instead, she shrugs and takes a cookie, leaning against the counter. ]

Didn't mean to be here, was just passing through, but I dunno, it felt like a place I should stay for a while. I always wanted to do that; travel with no plan in mind and wind up where I wind up. Stay, then move on when the time feels right.

[ Except, of course, none of that is true. ]

What's your name?
makemeasong: (𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢)

[personal profile] makemeasong 2023-05-31 07:42 pm (UTC)(link)
Nacho definitely won't be the only person scolding her after this passes. But that's a problem for future her, and right now, they both need a plan to get out.

Although, being pinned under him isn't the worst thing, and there's an immediate sense that she'll be safe with him. Her eyes try to find his in the dusty dark of the tavern. Her heart isn't beating any slower than his, but she has an idea, she just has to be able to reach to get it. Hopefully he's good with a sword.

Holding her breath, one hand moves to rest on Nacho's arm while the other tries to snake behind her back to reach into her back pocket. If this were any other time, she'd stop to think about the way she's pressing against him, because he feels solid and warm in a way that isn't helpful for escaping the undead. Or maybe it is. A reason to live.

Once she has what she's looking for, she holds out a pocket knife between them, but leans up to press close again, her exhale warm against his cheek, her voice just a notch above audible.

"Soon as you hold this out, it'll turn into a sword."

A gift from the few quiet days before Alem. How whatever runs this planet knew to give her a sword that adjusts for the size of the user is beyond her and she'd rather not question it. Much. It probably isn't what he's used to (or is it? He's a hot mystery to her), but if he can shove the sharp end into something, they'll be in business.
a_silent_due: (whut)

lost at sea

[personal profile] a_silent_due 2023-05-31 08:10 pm (UTC)(link)


( It's one thing to parade yourself as the ginger saviour of pickpockets and cheap trick peddlers — and another to rally up a toddler crowd where Kanda, the eye of a grumpy storm, has to breathe around them.

Stay close, they said. Watch each other's backs. Stay out of nonsense.

And then there's the red menace, coaxing kids out like a snake charmer, while Kanda's snooping, taking the measure of the place, learning the lay of its ground — only to whip back, when a five-year-old yanks his sleeve to ask to be picked up to see the God damned basket, and really.

Really, he only picks up the little thing because, kicking and screaming in delight, it might drown in the bloody flooded streets. Can't help himself from hissing out, when Cal's progressing in his line-up: )


Lying to small squealers, you dirty animal?

( Yeah, that's right. Every crowd's got a Kanda. )

a_silent_due: (Default)

[personal profile] a_silent_due 2023-05-31 08:49 pm (UTC)(link)


( This way. That way. Stomp-stomp-thud. Trust Kanda, wading through waters like God's first homicidal duck, to dig deep and fish out... dregs. Debris. Trinkets that break apart in his heads, rot overwhelming.

It's still singing, shrill. He doesn't want to do this. Really, truly, overwhelmingly — rolls his eyes. )


...we'll have to dive for it.

( They. Collectively. Because that thing's buried somewhere, and the waters are thick and cold and gross, but needs must. )

deescalate: (24)

[personal profile] deescalate 2023-05-31 10:45 pm (UTC)(link)
[Whatever magic or thrall or something that has taken hold of Cal is torn away when he is yanked back to shore. He snaps out of it and, upon registering the strength of the grip on his arm, immediately grasps back with his free hand. It isn't often someone can take him by surprise, so his instincts scream danger, danger!

The confusion lasts only a moment, though, and Cal relinquishes his hold on the other man's wrist when it's clear he was only trying to help. Glancing between his rescuer and the water, he shakes his head, trying to clear it.]


Yeah. Yeah, sorry. I...I don't know what came over me.

[More securely on shore, he grimaces at the squelch in his boots. Aw, man.]

Guess I wanted to go for a swim.
stephanivien: (003)

[personal profile] stephanivien 2023-05-31 10:58 pm (UTC)(link)
Not what I would consider the best time nor locale for a quick dip, I don't think.

[ Stephanivien offers a smile, and his voice holds a note of teasing, but his face sets into a more serious expression very quickly after. ]

Do you... experience such compulsions often?

[ After just having witnessed such an incredibly bizarre ritual, only for one of his 'fellow travellers from distant stars' seem to get sucked into the water, Stephanivien is trying start parsing what is a function of the new locale. And watching someone wander into the water, fully-dressed, in half a trance is far from reassuring. ]
deescalate: (25)

[personal profile] deescalate 2023-05-31 11:21 pm (UTC)(link)
[The kids love this, their delight echoing down the soggy streets and Cal can't help but smile along with them. It feels good to be happy and kids' laughter is contagious.

He's progressed to lifting out what is i side the basket, which just so happens to be a rope. With the lid gently set aside, he manipulates the rope to sway and wiggle with a simulated reptilian grace. A snake-charmer wouldn't be an ill-fitting description.

Ah, but then the naysayer arrives and Cal sighs, slowly lowering the rope reptile back in the basket.]


Hey, that's not fair. At worst, they shriek.

[He is absolutely sidestepping the attack.]
starlingroad: (MCU - Lighter smile)

[personal profile] starlingroad 2023-05-31 11:28 pm (UTC)(link)
You're welcome.

[America smiles gently in response. No matter what, she's putting trust in Xie Lian, for better or for worse.]

You still came back, right? In the end, that choice is still yours. Help or no help.

Glad someone was there to help you, though.
starlingroad: (MCU - Ew)

[personal profile] starlingroad 2023-05-31 11:30 pm (UTC)(link)
"Well, I do," she informs Wen Ning. But not too easily.

She's better rested now, too.

America starts to punch a few of the corpses out, then grimaces.

"Okay, I don't want to keep touching them, though. This is gross." She shakes her hand, then rubs it on her clothes.
starlingroad: (MCU - Lighter smile)

[personal profile] starlingroad 2023-05-31 11:35 pm (UTC)(link)
Nacho.... [For all of America's protest, she doesn't move and lets Nacho step out in front. She can take care of herself, but she also likes the fact he's protective. It makes her feel cared for.]

He's right. It's just us right now.

Everyone here is really nice to me. And I get a lot of free food.

[What's not to love about that?] But also, it's by the water, and it's quiet and friendly.

[She rolls her eyes at Nacho, but gives him a fond smile.] Do you trust anyone? Trust me. I think he's mostly harmless.