[HUB ISLAND | NOVEMBER IC INTRO LOG]

[spellbindmods]

Who: The new coven members and old blood
Where: In and around the hub island, especially the mansion
When: Day 122
Open/Closed: Open to All

IMPORTANT This IC intro log is different in that all characters can tag it! If your character is new, please put [new] or some variant of it in the subject of your top level. New characters can also tag around to old coven members in order to branch out and get as much CR as possible!

All characters are told briefly what their powers are by Genette -- no extemporaneous details. For instance, if your character has the ability to detect lies, they'll be told as such -- no warning about limitations, repercussions or the like. They'll also be given a variant of this letter so they aren't totally ignorant of the situation -- though of course adapt this letter to the current setting and surroundings of the game.

This setting may be familiar to you -- maybe you caught a glimpse of it when you first visited. Maybe this is your first time experiencing this weird world and the panic is setting in. If you're totally lost, a tall human woman with a long scroll of paper will eventually pass by to give you a rundown. She'll also give you a letter, which may give you more questions than answers since the information is a wee out of date. (Maybe someone else can fill in some gaps for you). What is at first painfully obvious is that you're ill-equipped. Any magic or powers you had previously are suddenly replaced with an empty hole in your being. That's not all that's gone, but perhaps that's what's most pressing. Another thing you may notice is that there are others just like you, wandering around and just as confused. If you feel so inclined, you may want to ask around and see if anyone else knows what's up. A ▢ A few newbies may not be so lucky as to wind up somewhere pleasant -- it's currently flooding and storming...up a storm...on the island, which makes spawning outside very trying. Depending on where your character shows up, there's essentially no shelter around, other than some ratty beach huts. If your character's first instinct is trying to find a place to go while outside, you may be in luck -- that is, if someone else is outside, willing to help your character find shelter. B ▢ For those characters who aren't interested in the shelter of the mansion, they may be stuck in their beach huts. What does this have to do with newbies? It's hard to tell that these beach huts are occupied until actually entering them, which is what your character has decided to do. Oops...hi there, stranger. Mind if I stay for a while? C ▢ Other characters who happen to have the luck of a true asshole won't be able to find shelter with any such luck. They'll be stuck sheieding themselves from rain under a tree, in the forest or tucking themselves in a mountain cave. It's not the worst place to wind up, but it might not be the safest -- what happens if someone doesn't find them? Telepathy might alert someone to their presence, which can help with the rescue process.

For those that are lucky enough to spawn in the mansion -- or those who eventually find their way there, soaking wet -- there's a lot of fun stuff happening here! It's warm, inviting, smells like food...don't feel awkward. You can join the fun too! Brie has set up a few party ideas, even though it's not technically a party, in order to keep things light during the storm (which, coincidentally, she isn't very fond of). There's a lot to do, but also everyone has the ability to just chill and hang out in the warm shelter of the mansion for now. D ▢ First of all, there's a bizarrely set up snack bar in the main foyer. On a lot of boxes, all lined up together, are stacks of crackers, graham crackers, marshmallows and other dried snack foods (use your imagination, honestly). There are also tiny kerosene lamps so characters can heat up food if they wish. Alongside the typical snack foods are also more exotic varieties of snacks that Brie has collected, like dried and salty alien bug pupae and tiny trees in chip bags. There's some odd stuff there, and some of it may upset stomachs. E ▢ The large foyer of the mansion is literally filled with pillows and blankets. Most of them have been stockpiled and pulled from Qri's big caravan, currently located upstairs, and others have been pulled from every chair and bed in the mansion. Intricate tents and pillow domes have been made that snake in and out from one another -- some are more private than others, with other pillow circles built for communal spaces. It's definitely possible to get lost in this winding pillow fort, but it's also possible to have a nice, private moment lost in one of the winding tunnels. F ▢ In one of those foretold communal pillow circles, someone (who? you? me? who knows.) has set up a game of spin the bottle. Who knows how your character got roped into this -- or if they are actually willing participants, but this is happening. It's going to happen. What are you doing, oh my god HOW IS THIS BIZARRE ROM-COM SCENARIO GOING TO END...?? F1; Your character is doing the spinning, and another character is choosing to be the victim on the other end of that bottle! F2; Your character happens to have just had the bottle land on them. Who did it? What mysterious being do they have to smooch now? How do they react? G ▢ Another game is going on in another communal circle -- Truth or Dare! This game is also set up similarly, in that your character is a hapless victim or willing participant, but they definitely have to give someone the opportunity to confess something or dare them to do something ridiculous. Will they show mercy, or go in for the kill? H ▢ Slumber party activities aren't for everyone, and there's still a mansion to explore. From various bedrooms to a game room, there are a variety of rooms to wind up exploring and get lost in. Not exciting enough for you? Your character has magic! Maybe they cause a ruckus upstairs that makes someone investigate the loud noise or chaos. Maybe they walk in on someone else doing something with their own magic. What sort of scenario can you cook up? I ▢ Wildcard! How will your character interact with this new and unusual world?

Comments

party game option

[witchhooded]

[ the party game in question is a pillow fight.

jade stares for a moment, vivid green eyes wide behind her giant round glasses. she blinks. she blinks again.

...she lobs a pillow at his face.

that is how the commoners are spend their time? ]

[yancat]

[ As feathers float high in the air, Jumin spends some time with his eyes closed, quietly wondering what he's done to deserve everything that's happened up to this moment.

He sighs. ]

I hate you.

[ But he only says it out of sheer, momentary enmity. He picks up a pillow and proceeds to chase after Jade. It's on. ]

[witchhooded]

[ it's a shame she doesn't have a tail to go with the dog ears, because it'd be wagging a million miles an hour. it's clear, at least, that jade doesn't take his remark seriously by the way she squeals happily and lets out a peal of laughter as she attempts to bail. she's down a pillow, so it's really all running from this point on. she's no strider, so she has to rely on other skills to keep her ahead of him. ]

Do you want to make this more interesting?

[ shouted as she slides under a pillow fort, arms up to signify a brief time out. THEY HAVE BETS TO MAKE? ]

[yancat]

[It's honestly not that hard to outrun him if you're a youthful ball of energy when he is the opposite. But maybe what's making him run faster than usual is his curiosity. What are those ears? And why are they moving with her??

He stops in his tracks when she makes the signal, of course. Even in pillow fights, the rules must be respected.]

I don't see why not. What do you have in mind?

[Because he was going to quit chasing her halfway, but she has his full attention now.]

[witchhooded]

[ excellent. ]

If I can outrun you for five minutes, then I win and you, um... have to make me a snack. [ this is entirely off the top of her head, here. ] And if you can hit me with a pillow before five minutes is up, then... well? [ what is it he wants?? she's waiting with bated breath here. ]

1/2

[yancat]

[With the most solemn of expressions,]

You must tell me why you have dog ears.

[...]

And you must let me touch them.

[......]

No, perhaps that's going too far.

[yancat]

[There's a glint in his eye...!]

A poke will suffice.

[witchhooded]

[ OH....... how cute. ]

Are you asking to pet my doggy ears?

[yancat]

Yes. I want to pet your doggy ears. [says the stoic grown ass man.]

[witchhooded]

[ jade giggle snorts before continuing. ]

Okay! It is very polite of you to ask, so I will let you pet my doggy ears. Are you ready? I'm a pretty fast runner, so you better have picked what you really, really want!

[yancat]

Oh, I'm always certain of what I want. Prepare yourself.

[ Jumin GETS INTO POSITION. He says this as if he stands a chance to win, but he's usually confident in all his endeavors. Chasing Jade around a large mansion is no different. ]

[witchhooded]

[ well. sure? he's so serious, she thinks she's going to have to stuff her knuckles into her mouth to keep the laughter in, but... ]

Okay... go!

[ jade takes off, snaking her way towards the stairs. ]

1/2

[yancat]

[ Jumin launches himself at the speed of light! Or at least as fast as his legs can take him! YEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA ]

[yancat]

[ AAAAAaaaaaaa going down these stairs one by one is taxing. But he doesn't want to slide down the banister like a sane person. God dammit Jade. ]

[witchhooded]

[ you know what. jade will wait a moment for him at the steps. it just seems fair. arms folded, lips curled into a bemused smile... he really is proper?

well, it's still a good chance if he wants to hit her with the pillow. at the same time, maybe waiting for him is a bit taunting? well, he's still an old man! ]

[yancat]

[ He's in his late twenties. How dare you. But yeah, when your office has elevators up to the 80th floor, who needs stairs? Once he makes it to the landing, he drops the pillow out of exhaustion and leans on the banister for support as he catches his breath. Maybe he shouldn't have gone with a running start... If only he hadn't overestimated his youthful energy! ]

Wait. [ HUFFS AND PUFFS ] Let's—let's take a break.

[witchhooded]

[ late twenties...late seventies... what's the difference? to jade, they're all old. he's on par with her grandpa, especially when he needs a time out. honestly, she's starting to feel bad for this fella. ]

You winded old coot! If you can't keep up then I will give you a freebie. You just have to forfeit.

[yancat]

I am young.

But there are things more important than pride... Fine.

[He raises his hand, but only for a moment. It goes down to knee. He's still panting.]

I forfeit this match. You... win.

[witchhooded]

Really? How old are you?

[ with quick steps, jade walks over to his side, bending down to pop a squat next to the geezer. ]

[yancat]

[He plops down too, because Jade being there is a good excuse to sit and rest.]

I'm twenty-seven. I go to my gym twice a week.

[witchhooded]

I'm sixteen. Sometimes I chase cats!

[ apparently that's jade's exercise. ]

My name is Jade. Woof! [ whoops?? ]

[yancat]

My name is Jumin. Meow.

[In the most monotonous voice ever, but if Jade is doing the thing, then he too will do the thing. It sounded fun.]

But you're not a dog. Dogs live up to fifteen years.

[witchhooded]

[ jade tilts her head a little, staring up at him like he's grown a second head. ]

I think that is obvious! I am only part dog.

[yancat]

[he squints as he contemplates on whether he'll regret asking this question:]

How.

[witchhooded]

I merged with my dog.