[OPENING] island hub - day 1

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Who: All Characters
Where: Main Hub
When: Day 1
Open/Closed: Open to All

TDM threads can be considered canon if you so choose, they contain the power that you apped with and both parties confer that the thread is canon.

For characters that were on the TDM and who were not accepted/didn't app, these characters will be considered dropped characters that were magicked away.

Night has fallen upon everyone. It's thus far been an eventful day -- you've met some new people, discovered some new aspects of yourself that weren't there before you appeared here (however that might have happened). The original inhabitants of the island have been working hard to prepare a few things. One activity might have been one you were a part of, but there's still time to get your hands dirty. A ▢ Brie has rolled out a large copper pot and created a pit on the beach. It's unrealistic to think everyone can subsist on the few foods she's collected from other words and boar jerky alone. She's got a few boar carcasses sitting on the beach that need attending to as well. Your characters can help feed themselves and others, and here's what needs to be done: Fire needs to be started for cooking the meat AND a large bonfire for light and warmth. The large copper bowl needs to be filled with water. Crabs need to be bravely collected from the bath house for boiling. The boar needs to be either cut up for kebabs or stuck through. Does your character know anything about spit-roasting? Any other helpful magical skills are welcome to help make food. Post feasting, there are dozens of crabs and a pile of roasted boar meet that are up for eating. Even if you didn't offer to help in making any of the food, they're open to eat it -- even if the true helpers may give you dirty looks. The boar is fine, if not a little bland and chewy, but it's probably better than the jerky. The crab is delicious, if not a little tasteless...there problem with the crab isn't exactly the taste, though. B ▢ The crab isn't a species that's immediately edible for most species, though your character will grow to get used to it eventually. For now, the meat isn't settling well within your character's system. Your character will experience sweats, a high fever, blurred vision, potential vomiting, hives...it's very obvious their body is rejecting the unfamiliar meat. This may also cause a bit of an issue with your character's powers. They're still getting physically and mentally acclimated to these new changes, so expect their telepathy and magic to go a little haywire.

It's almost completely dark outside when the next event of the evening happens. You're living your life when you see it out of the corner of your eye -- it's absolutely hard to miss. What you see is a large lit caravan, larger than even an army tank. It's bright white and shining, covered with golden, ornate details that emanate an even more dazzling sparkle. The entire thing is aglow, and it's quickly coming towards the large bonfire that's been made. It's not rolling across the sand, but instead it's floating, and so is a matching trunk that's sailing along next to a figure beside the caravan. C ▢ A tall, slender woman has also come along with the large caravan, quickly opening the trunk that eventually lands on the sand with a large thud. She's handing out sacks, very similar to the ones previously in the large lobster cage. These contain a parka, a type of candy of your choice, a bottle of water, a large shard from a broken mirror and a letter rolled up and bound with a roll of twine. There are two other thread options associated with this prompt: Genette's top level and her telepathy training post. Around the same time as Genette is handing out this new little goody bag, you suddenly receive a telepathic message. It might seem a little strange at first -- but on that note, what about tonight isn't strange? D ▢ The telepathic message your character will receive is a simple one: Hello. It shows up in text form across your character's line of vision and it doesn't go away until they respond back, though the message that's sent out won't go to the original telepath. Instead it will ping pong to a random person in the group. You've made a new friend! After you've met Genette, she's also got a few more supplies that she pulls out a small door in the base of the caravan. She's insistent that you only get two items, since there aren't exactly a lot of them to go around! E ▢ The last of the starter supplies are being handed out, and these are items that are more cumbersome or rare -- they may not be immediately useful for your character, but maybe you can make use of them somehow, whether eventually in another world or with your power. An electronic/technology: these can be as obvious as an MP3 player, as useless as a garage door motor or as scandalous as a Hitachi Magic Wand. If it can be powered by electricity or batteries, there's a tub of them. They're also partially charged if they don't need constant electricity to work. A fashion accessory: there are a lot of these, surprisingly. Flower crowns, belts, bras, shoes, earrings, other types of jewelry. Your character can look cute while suffering from crab vomiting. Books and stationary: maps of various worlds, books written in a myriad of languages (maybe even one you recognize!), writing paper, ink pens, gel pens, stickers. Any kind of stationary can be found here. Other household items: this can include cleaning supplies, furniture, and other miscellaneous goods. These won't be personal affects from your character's home, but they may be useful! Feel free to come up with unusual or alien items -- these have come from all over the universe, remember!

As the night winds down, it's recommended by Brie that you should probably go to be in your hut -- or at the very least get somewhere inside. There are a lot of people around the camp, however, so it's no surprise that there are a few people waiting around to get their fill of food and supplies before heading to bed. The noise of the new members and the light of the fire have attracted a very large pack of boars, who you'll later find make routine trips to the beach every night. Boar mating season has made the wild hogs rather testy, and the smell of food -- even if it's their own boar brethren -- have made them even more volatile. F ▢ If your character isn't quick to get inside tonight, they're likely to get a boar charging at them. The chances are doubled if they happen to be holding onto a food item. Female boars can leave a few bruises and trample you, but beware the males -- they've got tusks. However, it's not like staying up at night doesn't have its advantages. Once midnight hits, another species of animal makes its regular rounds across the base camp. In the sky, characters can see an Aurora Borealis-like sight. Instead of being dancing green and blue lights, however, the reality is that they are a massive species of space worm, and hundreds are wiggling past on their way to travel back home. They're shimmering and in every color imaginable, lighting up the sky with their magnificent hues. G ▢ The space worms operate outside the natural barrier of the hub, but they still are in close enough proximity to shed a film as they travel. If you're still awake, boars or no, you'll be in the middle of a shower. The film sheds from the worms and enters the atmosphere, creating multi-colored, sweet-smelling mists of worm water vapor. Worm water vapor is kind of weird, but it's also pretty cool. It's also calming, and that's a bonus. Inhale too much and you might become a little too calm.

Comments

A

[cadventuretime]

[Seeing s the two had the same idea, the zombie girl will be mulling nearby. For the most part she's just watching, until she sees that the fire seems to be getting low. Without saying anything she wandered over to the nearby woods to pick up a small bundles of sticks, logs, driftwood and branches. Pretty much anything that was in a reasonable distance and can be used to continue the fire.]

[She approaches Dirk and sets up a small pile nearby. Her eyes turn to him occasionally, but, unless asked, she'll throw in a stick or a twig in to keep the fire going.]

[splinten]

[Will this be an entirely silent thread? It may well be. Given the sticks and her actions, he interprets it as being supportive and this proves to be the case. He gives her a thumbs up in silent thanks.]

[cadventuretime]

[She smiles and nods, and for a while there's no other remarks said. Sure, its quiet and the company isn't all that interesting, but with everybody else running around and getting this set up (or freaking out), there really wasn't much need to have things be too energetic.]

[Especially if all she's doing is tending the fire and leaving the turning to the other guy.]

[After about a half-hour, though, the zombie takes a moment to address the boy.]

The brain should be about done, don't you think?

[splinten]

[Dirk, the ocean apocalypse child, has no objections to eating brains. He always tried to eat everything off of his meals.]

You can take the head off now if you're hungry. The rest still needs cooking.

[cadventuretime]

What?! [She motions if mock dismay.] And ruin the precious cheek meat!

I think we could knock it out if we had a good sword or something. Or maybe a hammer.

Still, you're the chef. So its your call, really.

[splinten]

[Dirk raises an eyebrow. He draws from his side, WHERE A SWORD IS STUCK BEING BECAUSE HE DOESN'T HAVE HIS STRIFEDECK fuck you low-magic world, his Unbreakable Katana.]

This should do. To spare the precious cheek meat.

[cadventuretime]

[Darn those real-world constraints!!]

For the cheek meat! [She cheers him on enthusiastically.]

[splinten]

[About as dramatic and ridiculous as one might expect, Dirk makes some epic slashes with his sword and the brain plops out, on the convenient dish that is the boar's scalp.]

Fresh brain, right off the firepit. [He glances at her because. Okay but is she a zombie, he's starting to think probably yes. Or she's taking a joke too far.]

[cadventuretime]

Thanks for the meal!

[Any question to that fact is probably lost when she picks up one of the sticks that has the pointiest tip and just starts to gobble it. I mean. While its still practically steaming from being inside of the boar's head not just a few seconds ago.]

[splinten]

[Yeah that answers that in a big way.]

I'm surprised you didn't ask for it raw.

[cadventuretime]

[She only slows down to answer, which is slurred with muffled chewing.]

Would you haff given it to me raw?

[splinten]

If that meets your dietary needs. It'd be a dick move not to.

[She is a zombie, she isn't trying to kill him, he has no objections.]

[cadventuretime]

Really? Wow, that's really sweet, thank you!

I'll definitely keep that in mind for next time!

[Seriously, its not often that she actually runs into somebody that doesn't completely object to her lifestyle needs.]

[splinten]

You might find more people who are fine with it, as long as you don't try to eat their brains. Being put in a situation this blatantly weird tends to open minds.

[Well, sometimes. The constancy of weirdness in his life is precisely why he is just shrugging at this, but not everyone is that way.]

[cadventuretime]

You're giving folks too much credit, but its nice of you to think that way of others.

[She's done eating now and is back to throwing a few more sticks under the fire. Her head swivels back and forth, her mood much more improved now that she had her precious treat.]

[splinten]

Holy shit, I think I just called idealistic.

[This is an incredibly novel experience. Dirk sees himself as cynical and his wet blanket reputation among his friends has only confirmed this. He's the no-fun police even when they're all magicked up.]

[cadventuretime]

Hmm?

Well, yeah! I mean being a zombie means I get to see all sorts of reactions from people. And folks like you? Not as common as you might think.

And the way you sliced the pig's skull! Whoosh! It was like sword magic!

[splinten]

Most people are fairly idiotic, but popular media has done a lot for recouping the image of the zombie, among other monsters. I can acknowledge that mine is an unusual perspective.

[There are zombie romances. It's a thing.

He sits in the sand, idly watching the roast and waiting for when he needs to turn it.]

I've been training in it for as long as I can remember.

[cadventuretime]

Hmm. [She doesn't know about that. Other monsters kind of do their own thing in her world, and well... half-human monster hybrids are not unheard of.]

Oh, yeah? Trying to become a knight or something?

[splinten]

[Ha ha. Knights. Nope, it's a destroyer and not a protector here. Blah blah Dirk's self-loathing moving on.]

Something like that. There was a fight I was supposed to finish, and the sword is what I was supposed to use. [And then he failed, and now he's here. HA HA LIFE IS GREAT let's move the fuck on.]

Forgive me on blankin' out here. Smalltalk isn't exactly a skill that I developed.

[cadventuretime]

Huh, if you didn't finish the fight, then that must be a pretty big problem you're facing.

[She noticed his discomfort, but wasn't going to say much of it. She wasn't really the type to offer help for people who didn't ask, nor was she really interested in prying the dysfunctions of people she just met.[

Didn't develop, or didn't want to develop? [Now needling on the other hand...]

[splinten]

[Truthfully, Dirk isn't that expressive, and he's incredibly disinclined to open up to strangers. He lacks Dave's capacity for smooth dishonesty, but he makes up for it in a simple monotony of presence. Without anyone around in his childhood, he never really learned to emote much with his voice, his face, or his body language.]

Did not have the opportunity to develop.

[There is however a flicker of eyebrows raised up behind his shades. You don't want to go down this path, zombie lady.]

[cadventuretime]

[Were she completely honest with herself, she may have also found some ways to cope with the craziness of her circumstance. Or she could be a bubble head. Or both.]

Ohh, guess all that swordsmanship training kinda did a number on your personal life.

[She'll go with that until proven otherwise. But the sheltered ones can be pretty interesting to ply with.]

[At least until they're proven to be boring.]

But its not that hard! You just need to talk. About things you like. Things you're seeing. And things you think the other person finds interesting.

Like, did you know that we're on a crazy new island that is completely removed from what a lot of people are used to? Its true! I've met lots of people freaking out over it, and its hilarious!

[splinten]

[Sure let's say that.]

Are we? [He's going for the flat monotone on that one.] No fuckin' way. I thought we were in Atlanta.

[cadventuretime]

Really? There's a place like this in your world called Atlanta?

Huh! So I guess that means you're not bothered by any of this at all.

[Is she serious? Joking? Either way there's another new piece of wood headed for the fire.]