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 She'll also give you a letter, which may give you more questions than answers since the information is a wee out of date.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

[splinten]

[oh god]

Your Grandma's a giant space furry.

[



yeah smooth]

[potentite]

[He. Doesn't understand this switch. It might be his least smooth transition ever and that's really saying something.]

I— Yes? I'm aware. She has cute doggy ears.

[splinten]

What you said made me wonder if you'd fuck an elephant furry.

[yup]

[potentite]

Elephants are not especially attractive. I really can't think of a single quality that would transfer well to a humanoid shape. Though I can see how your brain rolled from one gutter to the other.

[splinten]

It ain't my fault the gutter is where you live.

[potentite]

Which one of us bit the other's erogenous spot and then said 'my bad' again?

[splinten]

Because it was totally obvious that you'd act like a horned up puppy instead of a cowed one.

[potentite]

Who the Devil thinks to try such a tactic outside of the bedroom?

[splinten]

A person who knows how you weirdly take after animals sometimes.

[potentite]

I guess that's true. [A pause and he press his face into the pillow.] Sorry.

[splinten]

[Ugh. Now Jake feels bad. It's unbearable and not fair.]

You aren't the one who made this weird. I'm the one who bites your neck and draws you. It has invariably been my inability to respect boundaries that has led to problems. That hasn't stopped being a thing that's a thing.

[potentite]

Huh? No no, you didn't— I'm not upset over that.

[splinten]

[Of course he's upset over that. Of course what Dirk did made things weird and unpleasant. Of course he pushed Jake's boundaries, of course he fucked up—

Dirk tightens his grip on the pillow. He looks up, just slightly, over the edge, his eyes shading him.]

I don't know what upset you. I mean, if you want to tell me.

[potentite]

[Even if he can't hear Dirk's thoughts, he can practically see them in his slight movements, in his posture, and so he reaches out and puts a hand on his arm.]

Hey. Don't beat yourself up. I was the one being weird about it.

[splinten]

Except for how no one would try a move like that anywhere but in a bedroom.

[He keeps looking at Jake.]

What upset you? If it wasn't that.

[potentite]

[God, he fucked up again. He's so dumb. He pulls his hand back and looks down.]

My reaction to it. Don't take what I said to heart. It was stupid of me. Like you said, it makes sense.

[splinten]

No, don't—

[He makes himself shut up. And then he makes himself put a rein on the self-loathing and call it in.]

I... It means a lot to me that you reached out to me like you did just now. Both the figurative and literal reach.

[He appreciated Jake's hand on him.]

[potentite]

Oh, I'm glad. I thought— Maybe I overstepped.

[splinten]

No, I really appreciated it.

[He's quiet. But he's still looking at Jake.]

I wouldn't be opposed if you decided to resume that particular activity. I might even, uh, return the gesture. If you were interested.

[One of his arms unwraps from around the pillow. And he turns his hand, and leaves it, so Jake could grab it if he wanted.]

[potentite]

[A moment of hesitation before he takes his hand.] Okay. I like it too.

[splinten]

Really? [wait shit] I mean, uh. I'm glad you do too.

[There's a hesitation, but then Dirk squeezes Jake's hand. Gently, but firm.]

[potentite]

[He squeezes back. Then, a little shyly, he adds:] Wouldn't have sworn an oath to keep my lips solely yours if I didn't have a certain fondness for you.

[splinten]

[Goddammit Jake. Stop going for the KOs.]

Same here.

Did you appreciate my dedication to Ben Stiller's memory?

[potentite]

Most certainly! In more ways than one.

[Dirk is sexy.]

[splinten]

You're a fan of Latin American poetry.

[This is partly ironic teasing

and partly because Dirk still finds it hard to believe Jake is attracted to him.]