[DECEMBER INTRO LOG | WORLD TWO]

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Who: All coven members, especially new folk!
Where: In and around the new world’s apartment building where the coven is staying, as well as the rest of Shehui
When: Day 160
Open/Closed: Open to All

How did you get into this building? This apartment room? What the fuck is going on? Let's refer back to this page for a semi in-depth, wow so detailed, explanation of your current situation. Are you up to speed? Great. Now, here's the question of the hour: what are you going to do about it? A ▢ Unlike the other coven members, the newbies are coming into the apartment building with non-empty apartment rooms. Depending on how polite or cautious you are, your first instinct may be to find your apartment and knock on the door. But it is your apartment now, too, and you do have an ID card that'll get you in. What horrible calamity will you walk in on? What eccentric roommates will you happen upon? The wacky situational comedy scenarios are ENDLESS. B ▢ One of the jobs on the job board this week is fundraising -- neat, right? Before you even make it up to your apartment, you may be accosted by an excited citizen -- coven member or no -- that is trying to push something onto your character. Chocolate bars? Cheese logs? Cookie dough? Some other luxury item or overpriced snack food? Because this fundraising task is based on commission, the citizen in question may be a bit pushy...or you may be inclined to buy ridiculous amounts of goods and not know what to do with yourself.

New coven members showing up today are in luck. This week, Shehui is celebrating a Keep the Community Clean event. It's rare that they force jobs on people, but there has been an influx of new citizens and the population growth is leading to more trash. Fulfill your assignment and you'll be rewarded 1,000 credits. Don't? Be fined 500. Everyone has been sent a job to their ID, be it collecting trash, cleaning their apartment building or holding up signs/handing out literature about recycling. Sweeping, bagging...it's dirty work, but someone has to do it. C ▢ Cleaning up trash on the street might be hard, but it's fulfilling! Okay, that's a lie. It's demeaning and a lot of citizens don't really care about the minimal littering credit deduction as they toss trash from their cars or miss throwing it into bins. Volunteers are outfitted with gloves, vests and a roll of trash bags, but it doesn't prevent them from being rudely splashed with snow or having to pick up nasty things. Have fun! D ▢ For those who decided to pass out literature, you did pick the better job! It's a lot easier to avoid getting nasty, but it's also awkward...having to hand out fliers, be cheerful, regurgitate boring facts about recycling. Please sir, stop and listen to this exciting speech about why should put your cans in the red bins, not the blue ones! E ▢ There is a bright side to these jobs: local businesses are getting in on the outpouring of people out and about to try and get them into seats and buying things. Free samples are abound! There's a local coffee shop, Mooncents, that is handing out free small drinks to anyone who is actually working today. Come inside, regardless if you "volunteer" or not. It's warm inside with all that snow out there...

Speaking of snow! Most businesses and buildings in Shehui have paid to have snow falling every other hour, which coats the city areas in a fine, powdery dust of snowflakes. You may be familiar with snow, or maybe you've never seen it in your entire life! It's unavoidable either way, so you're going to have to deal with it. F ▢ Children in Shehui are usually in a school building somewhere, but snow days call for some leniency. School is pretty come-and-go anyway, so don't be surprised that there are quite a few kidlets out and about on the streets. They're also fully into the spirit of snow, throwing snowballs at unsuspecting strangers. Will you get in on the action, or will you plan the murder of innocent children today? G ▢ While it's unadvised to just go lay out in the street and make snow angels, there are plenty of parks in which to examine or play in the snow. You won't be the only one acting like a fool -- it's Shehui. You're allowed to live a little! H ▢ Finally, Coins! has bought the most snow as a means for their seasonal activity -- snow paintball. If you're looking to have a good time and enjoy Shehui for what it is, you'd best be inclined to sign up. A massive field with snowbanks and excellent areas for hiding, snowball paintballs that hurt twice as much as usual. What more could you ask for? I ▢ Wildcard! How will your character interact with this new and unusual world?

Comments

[deusex]

[ stop taking everything so seriously Julieta!!!!!

Mika doesn't really care about offending her, or anyone else for that matter. It's so far removed from his understanding, since she's got nothing to do with him. ]

You're annoying as always.

[ he lowers his hand from his mouth; they are both armed, and while it's not something that would inflict any kind of fatal injury (ha), there's something about the way she says it so easily that annoys him. so sure that she will 'take him out', as it were.

He cocks the gun and aims it at her steadily. Knowing Mikazuki, he will probably be the shoot first ask questions later type. Look out! ]

[sharpestsword]

[ She really can't believe him. It might just be a game but she must win. Then she will be taken seriously. She would be discouraged from killing people here, but it's fine if it's this instead. True to her intention, she fires right back. ]

[deusex]

[ he's surprised when it misses her by a scant inch, a tremor running up from the gun to his arm messing his aim. it feels like an electric shock, a static that makes his arm flinch inexplicably. all it leaves is a slight bit of paint on the tip of her hair, maybe her cheek.

the impact of her shot is dulled by the coat but Mika's frown deepens; it's not real, it's just paint, and maybe the bright green of the paint is better than seeing any amount of blood, but that's not the point here. ]

What was that?

[ there's no way he would have missed in this proximity, even in the freezing cold. ]

[sharpestsword]

[ That was too close. She wipes at the paint with her fist, streaking it across her cheek. Whatever that was, it happened in an instant. There was a feeling of energy stored within her being called upon and projected outward. The intended target only needed to move enough to alter the trajectory of the paintball when he fired. It worked and he noticed. That could be a problem. If she does much more than that he might realize what she can do. She would rather save it for when she really needs it. Closing in on him she shoots again. ]

You're out of practice.

[deusex]

[ of course he'd notice - something like that doesn't just happen. he's indifferent to most things, but not stupid. ]

Say that again afterwards.

[ she is closer now, the distance between them lessening with every second. when the shot comes Mika is properly ready, rolling sideways out of the way and letting the paint spatter onto the tree he's been leaning on. the gun is steady, and mika only stops to take a brief aim before firing. ]

[sharpestsword]

[ She hasn't given afterwards much thought. Right now he's there in front of her. The object of the game is to shoot people so she does, even if she gets shot herself in the process. She staggers for a moment but continues her forward charge, not satisfied until there's nothing left. ]

[deusex]

[ They've both been shot now, spattered with paint that ultimately has no meaning to either of them in the end because there was no point, no satisfaction of fight ending, of either of them backing down from this. She's drawing in closer - soon it would be too close for the weapons to be effective. If he can, he's going to kick out at her feet to bring her down, to gain some kind of leverage in this . ]

[sharpestsword]

[ She could have walked away after she shot him. Didn't that mean that she won? It really didn't feel like much of anything. He's still standing and now she's gotten herself shot as well after using her ability to evade the first. Meaningless. Maybe that's what Gaelio meant. The same thing she heard again from McGillis. Still she fights, grabbing for his coat to take him down into the snow with her. ]

I thought you would be... taller.

[deusex]

[ does that mean anything? being tall or short, old or young — it's all just appearances, a cover for something else. They always reject the idea of something not quite fitting into their idea of a concept, something beyond understanding. A monster, a devil, they call him. It's the same thing. ]

And what?

[ mikazuki hooks a leg around behind her knee, rolling them over. Snow goes inside his shirt, into his eyes and hair, but his focus is all on the other. His hand fastens itself into grasping a handful of her coat as well, the gun forgotten. ]

Like that'll make a difference.

[sharpestsword]

[ She holds onto the gun even as she hits the ground. It won't be much good for its intended purpose. Now it's just a blunt object for her to hit him with. At least enough to get him off of her. ]

No. I'll still fight you.

[deusex]

[ a gun to his temple, a knife to his throat, it's not anything that would make him let go, even though the trickle of blood runs red-hot to freezing cold.

Annoying, he thinks, but doesn't say anything in favour of grasping for her wrist, fingers tightening enough to bruise and break, if she doesn't let go. ]

[sharpestsword]

[ She ought to have the advantage but once he managed to get hold of her wrist she can't shake him off. Even when she pulls at supposed weak points. There's nothing protecting her wrist from his vice grip and that unrelenting crushing pain. She holds out until the muscles give out and the gun falls from her hand. In retaliation she throws a punch straight for his eye. ]

[deusex]

[ the gun falling is registered but not immediately actioned upon, as her fist connects solidly with his eye. Pulling punches isn't something he's unused to, coming from the kind of backwater place as he did, but as it is by pure dumb luck or otherwise sharp perception on her part, she gets his good eye with that shot.

he swears under his breath, but the momentary loss of vision makes him let go of her wrist — that doesn't stop him from throwing a punch to her face as well, though. ]

[sharpestsword]

[ It looks like she managed to do something right. Though it won't be of much use, her wrist is free. She endures the impact, tasting blood. Though it probably isn't as bad as it could be. Now would be the time to finish him off but this has gone far enough and it isn't worth it. She shoves him hard away from her and backs off. ]

Stay down.

[deusex]

[ his knee skids in the snow as julieta shoves him off her, gaining distance between them. the full throbbing pain to his eye and temple isn't lessened but it's not like something like that would ever deter him away. ]

Had enough?

[ he doesn't quite bare his teeth, but the way he crouches, the boots sliding into position on the snow, is close enough of one. ]

[sharpestsword]

I'm ready for you if you come for us.

[ It seems a good sign he isn't lunging at her. She watches, on the defensive. Her movements won't be silent in the snow as she's noted. Any more fighting would just be excessive, she can see that now. Though he's someone she can respect for his skill if not his style. For now she'll leave it at that. ]

[deusex]

[ For us?

Mikazuki doesn't really understand what she means by that, and for a moment the furrow of his brows turn quizzical; did that mean she was like that other man, trying to get in the way of the path that they were trying to walk? She was Gjallarhorn, yes, but also someone who had bothered him incessantly when they were trying to capture that pirate leader.

Arianrhod Fleet, wasn't it? Something to think about. ]

If you bother me again, I'll kill you for sure.

[ it's not a brag - it's a fact, simple and clear. ]

[sharpestsword]

You got lucky this time.

[ It wasn't even satisfying to get that out of her system. Now she's only left with more inconvenience in the form of a splattered uniform and a bloody lip. She won't be seeking him out again intentionally. Yet without her orders she hasn't figured out what it is she should do. She still needs to think about it. For now she'll walk away and pretend this didn't happen. ]