[OPENING] exploration log

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Who: Explorers and Co.
Where: Around the island and at the newly discovered house
When: Day 10
Open/Closed: Open to All
Note: Feel free to create your own logs for individual island explorations. A prompt is for house exploring, and you can list off multiple A prompts like A1, A2, etc. for more than one prompt within the house. B prompts (B1, B2, etc) are for exploring the island and may be open to all OR select friends who your character is exploring with.

[It's tough to live on an island that doesn't have many resources outside of the limited food sources and running streams. While Brie is aware of some other minor sources of food, like fish and frogs, one person exploring an island on their own means there are a lot of secret spots left to uncover. Despite adventuring for three years, her time on the hub itself has been much shorter, only staying for days or weeks at a time. Now that there are more people on this journey, covering ground is a lot easier.

Recently she's discovered another large estate -- much larger than her current shared mansion, which might also mean it has some supplies inside. On the morning of Day #, she's called together those who are hankering for more supplies in order to bring as much back as possible. Congrats, you get first dibs.

A. Upon approaching the house, the first thing that's noticeable is its size. It's all one story, but very flat and spacious. There are gardens in both the front and the rear, and upon entering (Brie might have enlisted you to help break the door down, oops) the inside is also quite vast. There are tons of rooms, multiple bedrooms and bathrooms, two kitchens and other rooms that aren't even explorable because they need keys to be entered. Unless you can find these keys, that is?

B. Alternatively, or maybe even aside from exploring the house, Brie's also suggested that you do some exploring on your own. Again, she's one woman with limited time to scout the island herself. What can you find? What resources are there to be harvested? Will you share in this bounty, or keep it to yourself?]

Comments

[splinten]

[A1: Room Unlock!]

[It's a locked door. He has found a key. He has debated destroying the locks with his magic, but this is probably more polite. So he tries the key, and opens the door.

Inside is a room, presumably a lounge, with a wall entirely of glass. The wall overlooks a small garden area, past which is the endless abyss of space at the end of the island. There is also a minibar with alcohol, toothpicks, and of course lounge furniture.

Dirk slams the door back on the minibar.]

Great.

[He sounds vaguely disgruntled by the alcohol. Instead of focusing on that, he's going behind the minifridge to check out its mechanics. He can either steal it or salvage it, probably. Maybe get Minato to turn all of this stuff into beads so they can take it back.]

[A2: Lockpicking for Idiots]

[Another locked door. He is pretty sure he can do this, so...

After a moment of concentration, the lock dissolves into nothing.]

...Maybe I should've tried to destroy the 'lockedness' instead.

[Oh well. Dirk puts his hand on the door and pushes in. What's inside?? MYSTERIES!]

A2

[girasole]

[So, some angsty revelations later Caesar's off distracting himself exploring, and why not do it with Dirk. It probably wasn't intended because he's kind of in an It's Complicated mood, but they met, and then...why not. At least it was easier when it wasn't someone that he wasn't secretly connected to or some bullshit like that, probably.]

You tried, and that's the important part. If there's any cigarettes inside they're mine.

[No, it's just the portal to the garden dimension, except nothing's been watered in years and the vines choked most of the windows so there's just mold and dust and empty pots filled with dirt and dead vines. This is feeling kind of like a metaphor for their lives right now.]

[splinten]

Wow.

[Just, Wow. Look at that stupid metaphor.

At least Caesar's here with him, where they can both be vaguely It's Complicated miserable together.]

Maybe we can use some of the pots. Herb gardens closer to the main huts or somethin'.

[girasole]

[THIS IS A REALLY SHITTY VACATION.]

It'll give people something to do, if nothing else. I'm starting to worry about the others. It's been a few days of nothing but searching the island and...what. Training in our abilities? If they don't have something to do they'll go back to trying to blow up the huts and who knows what else.

[splinten]

[His eyebrows raise.]

Who was tryin' to blow up the huts?

[He does however start sorting through the pots. He knows almost nothing about pottery or botany but... it's probably fine if he just dumps the old rotted stuff onto the floor and collects the pots, right?]

[girasole]

[...fine, they can be pot sorting buddies.]

I wasn't there but I heard rumors that someone had that as their training assignment. I've heard stranger so I wouldn't be surprised if that actually did happen. I wasn't-...

[And here he grabs this little beast. Which, you might be going, "Well, that's not too bad." But consider the situation. Consider the lack of lighting - the dead plants on display. The withered leaves and twisted vines. The thin layer of dust making this pot less...bright. Darker. Danker. Also, for good measure, let's say one of the eyes got poked out, rendering it partially blind.

So. What Caesar was going to say was interrupted by a the fuck is this noise of disgust before he tilts the offending thing at Dirk to take a look at. Enjoy.]

[splinten]

Holy shit I love it.

[Dirk takes hold of this CRIME AGAINST HUMANITY like a kid who grew up cuddling an abomination.]

This is going back to my hut.

[girasole]

[Sometimes you get five paragraphs of introspection and prose, complete with a bunch of descriptions, maybe a few actions punctuating things...maybe some poetic turns of phrase? Maybe? Some banter. Some quips.

And sometimes you get this: Dirk gets stared at, and it's the universal stare of are you fucking kidding me.]

[splinten]

[Dirk meets his stare head-on.]

Don't bag on my sense of humour.

[girasole]

[My guy.] I said nothing.







[HE KNOWS WHAT HE DID THIS IS BLATANT LIES BY OMISSION.]

[splinten]

Literally, yes.

[Not that he cares because Dirk follows his tastes regardless of opinions, like an IDIOT.]

[girasole]

[Don't put it like that.] And? I'm not going to stop you from taking it. Look, it's even the right color...well, almost. And if you get tired of it, you can find some kind of string, throw it out into space, tether it, and it can be a hideous reminder bobbing off in the void.

[splinten]

That's definitely a thing we should do regardless.

[This is just Dirk's awful sense of humour. All of this appeals to him.]

[girasole]

You're going to do this regardless of what I say, aren't you?

[He's totally disapproving and is an Adult in this situation, one who is better and mature and shit like that(, and is deep down aware that he'll 'coincidentally' show up if/when the pot is being launched into space and offer commentary and snarky comments because he was just passing by but why not, but like hell he's going to say this to Dirk).] If you're going to do that, you'll need rope, string, or something else like that. There might be some in this building.

[This isn't him enabling this don't get the wrong idea fuck you, it's just prudent to look around.]

[splinten]

Let's start lookin'.

[Because Caesar can pretend to be the disapproving Adult but Dirk recognizes that Caesar has officially been joined in on this situation. So stupid time is coming.]

[girasole]

...there's not much else to do, and the pots won't go anywhere.

[And so they exit. Barring Dirk needing to be with his dead plant people or something.

Anyway. They have now started Thy Ropequest.

They are in a spoopy hallway. Once undoubtedly a large and reasonably pleasant hallway that connected large and reasonably pleasant rooms to each other, age and time had worn away at it so that it’s now a mockery of what it once was. At best it’s spoopy. At worst, ominous. The way the ceiling creaks implies that they’re five seconds away from it caving in on them and killing them both. But as it’s been doing that since long before they arrived in it, it’s probably like a dog: bark, no bite.

Probably.

The paint is peeling away. It was once pink…maybe. It’s actually hard to see? If only they had some kind of light.

Exits are east, west, small hole, and shitty greenhouse.

What now?

>]

[splinten]

[

>Examine small hole.}

Dude, could I get a light?

[glow for him, glomo man]

[girasole]

[At the request Caesar stares in that way which implied that he was thinking that the other guy was doing something stupid...for all of two seconds, after which he looked away, shrugged, and knelt down.]

I’m really not sure what you’re expecting.

[His right hand is illuminated. The hole is illuminated.

Gosh, it’s dark.

It’s difficult to see much beyond that. It’s a small hole that’s badly lit. You stare and all you can see are murky shapes implying OH MY GOD A HUMAN ARM JUST FELL DOWN IN FRONT OF THE HOLE WITH A SOLID THUNK.

???????????????

>]

[splinten]

[

>





That's it. That's his action selection. It may perhaps be most accurately rendered as,

>"..."]

[girasole]

[Caesar, noticing the "...", squints into the hole, then recoils at the sight of a severed human arm sitting on the other side of that hole, then squints again.]

I think it's...wood? Maybe plastic.

[It did make a pretty solid wooden thunking noise when it fell. It's probably wood.]

What's in that...I'm assuming there's a room on the other side.

[There probably is. Not that it answers much.

>]

[splinten]

[Hm. Maybe there are mannequins. And there are are mannequins, there could be puppets.]

Guess we'll try to find our way in, then.

[>Go to West exit.]

[girasole]

[You go to the west exit.

You are still in the spoopy hallway, which maintains a consistent level of spoopiness: neither too much spoop nor not enough spoop to not be spoopy. It’s not creepy enough to be a mausoleum of horrors, nor not spoopy enough to be mundane. It’s just there. Spoop persists.

Exits are east, west, door, or creepier door. Caesar is also there, staring at you like he’s kind of wondering what you're doing, but as you’re not from his world (because fuck you guys) he’s going to go along with it. His glowing hand remains, well. Glowing.

You can tell that the walls are actually faintly purple. There is a cobweb in the corner.

>]

[splinten]

[He could try to calculate where the weird hand door thing is. Or:]

Let's go full horror movie stupid here.

[>Open creepier door
>Use Caesar's hand as torch]

[girasole]

[You can't do that.

The creepier door is locked.

Spoop continues to spoop around you.

>]

[splinten]

[Hm. Dirk frowns at the lock, trying it again. Then:

>Destroy lock with Bullshit Magic Destruction Powers]