[HUB ISLAND | NOVEMBER IC INTRO LOG]

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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 She'll also give you a letter, which may give you more questions than answers since the information is a wee out of date.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

[yancat]

[ Jumin's expression sours, if Robin can tell. It's kind of hard. ]

I was about to ask you the same question.

[ He's a bit relieved that Robin is alive and well, though. That must mean Hakuno's safe somewhere. ]

So she hatched. I'm happy for you.

[ And he is sincere, mind you. But injecting emotions into words is also hard. ]

[guerrilla]

[He asks that question a lot, but he's not about to let some guy he doesn't really like know how much he hates himself.]

You just walked in on a guy and his kid. If I chased you out it'd be in self-defense.

[Beech has other ideas, however, and wanders over to Jumin, giving him a curious look.]

[yancat]

[ Okay, but Robin's not going to do that to a very innocent man? Especially in front of a child? Maybe he should have waited Robin to open the door—which he wouldn't have—but he's pretty convinced he's not in the wrong. Still not sorry.

Jumin kneels to the child's level and gives her a rare, gentle smile. He finds that warming up to others comes naturally when you aren't aware of what they're capable of. It helps that Beech is more amphibian than anything else. ]

Hello. I don't think we've met before. What's your name?

[guerrilla]

[Beech excitedly introduces herself, while Robin watches with a careful eye in the background. He still has a few more measurements to make, but they can wait until later, he supposes...the weather's starting to get bad so he might have to take her up to higher ground anyway.]

I don't have an umbrella, to answer your question, but I think there's some bits of cloth you can put over your head like a poncho or something if you need it.

[He'd been planning on using them for something, but he can spare a few...even if it is Jumin.]

[yancat]

[Oh, wow. He was honestly 40% expecting that. The other 60% expected him to unceremoniously shove him out.]

Thank you. [To Beech:] Your father's very kind despite appearances. If he went to the barber, I'm sure he'd look better.

[Not an insult. Just saying.]

[guerrilla]

Wow, I'm surprised you know what a barber is. Don't sheltered people usually have someone privately hired to take care of their hair?

[Not an insult.]

[yancat]

No, I have mine styled at the salon in my building. I assume you aren't sheltered, then. Of course, I'm also assuming that by "sheltered" you mean, "people who live in houses".

[guerrilla]

Well, that's not what I meant, but I guess I didn't really live in a house either, so I can't even say you're wrong. Screw you.

[Certainly, he had one, but there was less and less time to stay in it the more his less than legal activities occurred.]

[yancat]

You started it.

[Jumin sighs, exasperated. He was only trying to be nice in his own poorly-worded way. STOP. BEING RUDE. ROBIN!!]

[guerrilla]

You're the one who started this!

[Maybe Jumin can't have anything after all!!]

[yancat]

I just said you were kind and handsome, you fool.

[guerrilla]

In what language?! You basically told me to go get a haircut!

[Wait.]

...And I'm not kind!

[Handsome is good though.]

[yancat]

[Robin Hood not being kind sounds fake. He's not going to waste time arguing this, but he will file this information away for later use.]

Where is the cloth?

[guerrilla]

In the corner.

[He's so disgusted with this entire situation. UGH. UGH!!!!]

[yancat]

[Same feel, but this has also been a little fun. Jumin only takes what he needs.]

This will suffice. Thank you, you handsome, handsome man.

[ok now he's just messing with him]

[guerrilla]

Get out of my house before you give Beech the wrong idea.

[sad trombone.wav]

[yancat]

I won't forget your kindness. Adieu!

[And he leaves. He's sure Beech is a smart girl.]

[guerrilla]

[Jumin doesn't really give him time to respond, but Robin can still yell out the doorway after him.]

You screwed up! You owe me now, asshole!

[Kindness, indeed.]