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 She'll also give you a letter, which may give you more questions than answers since the information is a wee out of date.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

[ If Jumin ever knew he reminded Dirk of a green alien with an unnatural typing quirk, he would probably take mild offense.

If anything, he would be Nepeta. ]

Yes. [ beat ] However successful her brand may be, it's a shame that some trends continue to haunt us well past their prime—especially ways we least expect.

[ He honestly can't believe they live here now. Couldn't Qri have rented a better planet? ... No? ]

Dare.

[splinten]

[all typing quirks are unnatural in dirk's solemn opinion

nepeta is ok though]

I dare you to kiss someone here you don't get on with.

[yancat]

[Okay.

Jumin doesn't know Dirk's name. He also hasn't cared enough to attach it to a face. So, he does the stupid thing and attempts to lean in for a peck on the cheek.]

[splinten]

[Dirk can't flashstep.

But he can whip a smuppet out of apparently nowhere and shove it in place so Jumin kisses that instead.]

Doesn't count, bro. You've barely met this puppet.

[yancat]

[Goddammit, Dirk. The smuppet is surprising (also, does he keep it with him all the time??) but Jumin's mostly just pissed he can't get out of this dare so easily. He really, really doesn't want to do this, but if he must. For science.]

There are two men I cannot stand in this coven. I will find them. Come with me.

[Without waiting for Dirk, he begins his search for Robin or Percival—whoever he runs into first. Though honestly, Percival is the better option. He looks like he smells nicer.

Right, he's looking for Percival.]

[splinten]

[Dirk will accompany Jumin, his hands casually in his pockets (where did the smuppet go?) and waiting for Jumin to find one of his new kissing partners.]

[lohengrins]

[ percival has been busy wringing out jade harley's hair for the past 10 minutes but you can find him folding clothes, wearing his usual brand of pjs.

he looks to dirk, features the slightest bit soft as he does. and then to jumin, where they sour immediately. well. ]

Do you need something?

[yancat]

[If Jumin was more polite, he'd ask for permission and give ample amount of time to decline. But Jumin has little patience and no idea what boundaries are. Without missing a beat, he sweeps across the room, lifts Percival's chin, and presses his lips to his own.

He was aiming for his cheek but things don't always turn out the way they should when you rush.

He hates Dirk.]

[splinten]

[Dirk thumbs up.]

Didn't know you disliked Percival.

[lohengrins]

[ he blinks.

and then the heat rushes to his face.

and before he has time to think — it's fine, since it'd be an outright punch if he were actually thinking about it — his hand strikes jumin's cheek with a crackle. it's the kind of slap your ancestors feel, the kind that leaves a blazing mark because he's. he's dps, unfortunately.

scathingly: ]

Count your blessings and pray to your god: I didn't have my fire this time.

[ he squares his shoulders and turns around before adding... ]

And the feeling is mutual.

[yancat]

[The crisp sound cuts through the quiet murmurs of the mansion. Jumin staggers from the force, only thinking to put his hand where the bright red mark is after the pain begins to sear him. No one's ever hit him before. This, he supposes, is why he's never played party games.

He returns Percival's tone twofold:]

He served me cancer and called it a snack. What he has in power he, lacks in technique.

[Of course, this is also accompanied with the pained groans of a man who just got Tzaraisen'd so.]

... We're done here. Onto the next one.

[splinten]

[His eyebrows raise. Is Jumin gonna kiss TWO people he dislikes?]

[guerrilla]

[Robin is now in the possession of two (2) Palai babies, both blue. After Elizabeth Bathory went home, Robin had taken it upon himself to look after the lizard she adopted, too...though if anyone asked it's not like he wanted to do it or anything.]

Stop it! You damn brats, she's running an errand, you can't see her right now!

[Seems like Hakuno's busy and the kiddos miss her. He barely acknowledges Jumin, though he does give him a brief annoyed glance when he realizes who it is.]

[yancat]

[Whatever, tsun nerd. You like kids. Jumin gets it. And yet he still can't help but feel irrational animosity...

Anyway, he'll assume Dirk doesn't know him, especially since Robin has been nothing but RUDE.]

This is Mr. Hood. Personally, I liked him more when he was a cartoon fox.

[splinten]

I guess it isn't that surprising that you'd take a turn towards the Furcadian.

[guerrilla]

Do you need something? I don't really have the time to waste on meeting people you hang out with.

[That's rude to Dirk, so he turns to him and offers, half-heartedly:]

No offense.

[That doesn't make it any less rude, though.]

[yancat]

No, it's fine. He thinks we're ideological enemies.

[Also, Dirk: what. Actually, nevermind. He doesn't want to know. TIME TO GET THIS OVER WITH.]

Actually, Mr. Hood, I'd like a word with you alone. It's very important.

[Normally he wouldn't be so courteous, but there are kids around. Someone please think of the children?]

[splinten]

[A teen shrug.]

Don't really care either way.

[No offense taken due to no shits given..]

[guerrilla]

[Robin eyes Jumin suspiciously, crossing his arms.]

If you think I'm gonna just let you drag me off somewhere, you're wrong. You want to talk, we do it on my terms, and my terms include not separating the conversation from any witnesses.

[Because let's face it, Robin's used the "I'd like a word with you alone" ruse more than once to brutally kill someone and leave them in a shallow grave in the forest.

Not that he thinks Jumin could kill him, if he thinks making pillows move with magic is manual labor, but what if he tries something dumb and no one believes Robin when he uses it to ruin Jumin's reputation brings it up?]

can't believe i had to use this icon like 3 times

[yancat]

[ Okay, Robin. Jumin was going to make things easier for you, but if you want to pick betray, that's fine. He just hopes Dirk's not getting this all on camera. ]

Alright, but it will be unpleasant.

[ For Robin? Maybe. For Jumin? Definitely. A stride is all it takes to close the distance between them. The young man's lips look chapped, the children's eyes are wide, but Jumin's already lost his first kiss to a knight who irritates him beyond belief. At this point, there's nothing else to lose. His voice is hushed and low— ]

Stay still.

[ —as he guides Robin to his mouth. ]

[splinten]

[he still can't believe jumin is doing this twice]

1/3

[guerrilla]

[nope]

[guerrilla]

[By the time Robin realizes what exactly is going on, it's too late, and he's already somehow ended up being kissed by the rich hipster millennial equivalent of a crazy cat lady. Naturally, the only thing to do is attempt to knee Jumin in the dick.]

god this is a disaster

[guerrilla]

[Whether or not Jumin's package is...jostled...Robin wrenches his face away from Jumin's, bloody murder in his eyes.]

What the f -

[Before the mother of all expletives can slip from his mouth, the two Palai children carefully approach Jumin curiously as Robin realizes in horror what they think this means.]

No, nope, this is not what it looks like, this asshole isn't a third...

[He scoops them into his arms as he talks, fortunately cutting off any other violent impulses Robin might have had.]

[yancat]

[ Meanwhile, Jumin is on the floor. His lips, tainted. His dick, in pain. His image, his reputation, his physical and mental health—in that moment, none of those things mattered. If he was going to play this stupid party game, he was going to commit, Dirk. So he did. Now he's free.

But at what cost? ]

... There. I did it. I won. [ no

He cringes in pain as he struggles to get up. ]

Would you like to play... another round? Ooh... I never caught your name.