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 She'll also give you a letter, which may give you more questions than answers since the information is a wee out of date.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

[stripartist]

[Oh, convenient. He must be some sort of rescue crew member.

Either way, Yusuke starts following after the boy, occasionally having to stop or be knocked on his ass.]

Did a dam break somewhere?

[deem]

I think it's just that conditions get a little crazy around here.

[On one of these occasions he'll pause and catch the guy's arm]

I'm...heavier than you, so if you have any trouble, you can hold on to me. High chances I won't drift anywhere.

[A bizarre assertion from a lad standing at 5'3". And that's including his boots]

[stripartist]

[Yusuke is nearly six feet tall, and this boy says he's heavier than him?

Well, alright then. Whatever he says.]

If your certain, then thank you.

[deem]

[A whopping two hundred and eighty-five pounds, this little guy]

Yeah, it's no problem. If anything I'm more likely to sink like a rock than drift away, but the water's not deep enough for anything like that.

[And so he's quite sure he won't become an anchor in a troublesome manner]

[stripartist]

[How is he over a hundred pounds heavier than Yusuke.]

Can't swim either?

[deem]

[The joys of being metal on the inside, and yet having soft, passably human-like skin]

Not at all. But then, I'm not really built for buoyancy.

[Although he used the word either, didn't he]

...Can't you swim?

[stripartist]

No, I never learned. It wasn't important to studying art, and I burn easily anyway.

[deem]

Oh, so you're an artist?

[9S admittedly knows precious little about artists, but for bits and pieces of records, and remnants of what's managed to survive millennia of war. Mostly it's data and images of works long gone]

I can understand. When I was first activated, I didn't have any skills that weren't relevant to what I was made for.

[stripartist]

I am--wait, activated?

[deem]

[Right, he was so focused on getting this guy to safety he didn't even think about the usual spiel. Has he gotten that accustomed to living among humans already...?]

I'm an android, Sir. YoRHa unit 9S.

[Normally he'd salute, but they're walking, and that'd just be awkward]

[stripartist]

An...android?

[Probably not the phone, either, given....obviously?

Huh.]

Do people call you 9S or YoRHa?

[deem]

9S is my designation. There're other YoRHa here, so that's more like the type of androids we are.

[A product line, as it were.

And they're so much more expensive than phones, not that he'd know]

Number 9, type S. So, 9S. But my friends call me Nines.

[stripartist]

Nines-san, I see.

[Would Futaba be freaking out over this, he wonders. Or are androids not her thing?]

I'm Yusuke Kitagawa.

[deem]

Should I call you Yusuke then? Or...is that too familiar, where you're from?

[9S is aware that for some, using a given name is too forward, but he hasn't quite figured out what the pattern is there just yet]

[stripartist]

...well, you're saving me from a flood.

[He chuckles a bit.]

I think it'll be fine.

[deem]

I'm glad I can help out. And I've never met an artist before.

[Which, clearly, is a bonus here.

He steers them more toward the east, keeping a hand on Yusuke's arm just to be safe, and points with his free hand]

See the shoreline over there? We're pretty close now.

ps mind if I add you on plurk?

[stripartist]

[He does see the shoreline, and he does nod, but priorities--]

Never met an artist? How? We're everywhere!

please feel free! it's: riposte

[deem]

Where I'm from the closest you get is a statue that just ends up being a machine anyway.

[A machine with rabbit ears that claimed to be the cutest, but well.

He sure did scrap the thing]

But we've been at war for a really long time.

[stripartist]

I see. Art is one of first the things to fall to the wayside when people go to war...

[But it's so sad!]

How long?

[deem]

It's been millennia now, so all I've seen's just been in records.

[Which only makes it all the more interesting, meeting an artist.

Kind of like meeting an idol, and finding out what idols are. At least he knows what artists do. Sort of]

Not that I've been around that long, or anything.

[stripartist]

[Millenia?

What the hell?]

Oh? [. . .] How long, then?

[deem]

I was activated about four years ago. YoRHa are uh. Pretty new.

[He'll just leave out the rest that goes with that, because it's. Not great]

[stripartist]

Huh.

[Well then.]

I wouldn't have guessed you were only four. Then again, I'm not very good with technology beyond my phone and laptop.

[deem]

That's not uncommon around here, so you shouldn't feel out of place.

[A pause, after which he must amend]

Er, no more than anybody else does, I mean. Obviously the whole situation's pretty weird.

[stripartist]

The torrential rain being only part of it?