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 She'll also give you a letter, which may give you more questions than answers since the information is a wee out of date.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

[mech_and_mutt]

[Hey, just because Fortress Savarin has become an impromptu meeting house for the bipedal-animal-people-who-saved-the-world-against-giant-robotic-threats club doesn't mean sanitation isn't a concern!]

I had to warm up too, y'know! And it takes a while for all this fur to dry.

Besides, I don't wanna spill my cider on the way down.

[fastpaced]

Ugh.

[ he thought they were friends, Red!! He really can't fight that point about the fur, though, so for now, he gives up. His alternative solution to this problem? Roll over onto his stomach and inch towards the potato chips like a worm. His dignity and his speed: gone. But he's apparently past the point of caring (at least in front of Red), so he continues to talk normally as he does so, as if this isn't pathetic at all. ]

You got caught out there, too? Please don't tell me this place floods like this all the time.

[mech_and_mutt]

[As if Red could be one to judge. How long did it take him to get over the loss of his mecha? Trick question- he still hasn't shut up about it.]

First I've seen it get this bad. If I'd have known this was coming I'd have patched up that hole in my shack's roof. This rain had better not wash away my carp...

[...But as Red glances back down to Sonic's show of agonizing endeavor in pursuit of his chips, he does start to feel a bit of sympathy. ...Or maybe just impatience. Come on, it's not THAT hard to reach out and get it!]

...I got some pillows up here, want me to try and throw one to knock the bag your way?

[fastpaced]

[ this is fine. leave him alone. let him lay on the ground next to this bag of potato chips like god intended. Once he's positioned close enough (AKA so that he barely has to move his arms out of his cocoon), he snakes a hand out to grab a potato chip. ]

I thought you weren't helping, [ he responds dryly through a mouthful of potato chip. ] It's fine. I got it. By myself!

[ and he is grateful for the knowledge that it's not going to regularly flood like this and he therefore doesn't have to start investing in a treehouse to live in... he's just also a rude little man. ]

[mech_and_mutt]

I ain't heartless, y'know!

[...Dangit. Red knew this was just an attempt to be lazy. He knew it was just Sonic trying to push his luck and pass the buck. He knew it was a long way down and that Fortress Savarin would not last long without its keeper.

But that little blue prickly kid was just too good at looking pathetic. A long sigh was audible even from the ground below.]

...do you need me to get you a hot cider or something?

[fastpaced]

[ SUCCESS ]

Oh, yeah! Dat shounds great! [ he calls up from his spot on the floor, continuing to talk with his mouth full like a savage.

He's definitely just being a brat. ]

[mech_and_mutt]

[Red will resist the urge to chuck his over the edge and splash him. But only because Sonic just got dry. And because it might strike the walls of Fortress Savarin.

Didn't mean he was above giving the moocher, his leftovers, though.]

I've got it up here. Do you have the strength left to stand?

[fastpaced]

[ at this point, Sonic finally gets to his feet. It's actually somewhat impressive that he manages to do so in a graceful manner, but that's Sonic the Hedgehog for you - he's standing in his ridiculous blanket cocoon in a single leap, though he takes a second to swallow his mouthful of food before he talks. Thank goodness. ]

Yeah! Don't tell me you stole all the cider away for yourself up there.

[mech_and_mutt]

Nah, just a nice big mug's worth. ...Well, half.

[Ugh, but it was hard and precarious making it up and down a pillow fort of all things... soon Red was just loosely dangling an arm off the side, a piping-hot half-full mug of cider carefully lowered towards the hapless hedgehog.]

Close enough to grab?

[fastpaced]

Wait, you're giving me yours?

[ for some reason, he was figuring he just had extra cups up there. Sonic's ears flick back for a second, seeming slightly surprised - or maybe ashamed of his selfish behavior, considering how nice this gesture is. That said, he still takes the mug from him. If only to avoid spillage. ]