[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

[teratias]

B.
Waver has never had the unique experience of being ill and having malfunctioning magic. Never mind the notion of food poisoning from being on another planet, the sensation of sweat and fever making him feel as if he is in the tropics. The problem is that sweat is now coming off of his upper body as smoke, proper thick smoke, and the only way it is leaking out at present is through his shirt sleeves, his collar, his pant legs.

The coughing he manages is not from the sickness, but rather the cloud gathering in front of him. He can't even vocalize, lest he inhale himself (a stupid thing to begin with), and get so much stuck in his lungs that he might pass out.

D.
The sense of telepathy sends Waver sideways for a moment, and he tries to plant his feet in the ground to make sure he doesn't fall over. Against all odds he manages, but his immediate thought is unfortunately broadcasted too.

Get out of my head!


E.

A nice green parka was good, chocolate was better, water was practical. Waver had stuffed it all away in a little sea-green beach house he had claimed for himself. The last of the supplies were an even weirder hodgepodge, and he could not find himself making sense of why these items were selected. He had seen television remotes, things that would be cutting edge in the 1950s, and a few things he regretted setting his sights on.

His luck had proven strange too. One of the books was something in a script that he didn't know, but the illustrations within suggested it was some kind of mystery novel, and he had managed to get himself a handsome messenger bag made of brown leather. It looked a bit like he was playing at an adult, as his stature made the bag seem more mature and him even younger than he already was.

But the bag had compartments, and Waver wasn't going to question that. He stood aside, going through all of them.

"This is surprisingly spacious."


G.

Sleep didn't happen.

Of course it didn't. The sheer enormity of the situation had finally washed over Waver when he tried to settle down for the night, and it left him in a panic. He had a Grail War to finish! Being pulled away from that was unacceptable, unforgivable, and what was the point of running from planet to planet anyway? None of this sounded like proper magecraft!

The part of Waver that craved Rider's wisdom (as much as anyone could call it that) told him the man would encourage him to embrace this. To open his arms and accept the fact that he now had the ability to see worlds beyond anyone's imagination, to go where so many had dreamed of in their lives. The rest of Waver remained stubborn and angry.

Unable to sleep and uncomfortable staring at the ceiling, Waver poked his head out of the door. He hadn't bothered to change out of the clothes he had arrived in, and his eyes scanned the area for more boars.

Certain that they were gone, Waver stepped out into the night air fully, his eyes immediately drawn upwards. The sky shimmered in what he thought was an aurora, but when he squinted, Waver was proven wrong.

The colors came from sloughing skin of something else all together. For a moment, Waver had no words.

When he did, there was only one, standing dumbstruck and looking skyward.

"Woah."

~~ G

[witchofwishes]

[Yuuko can't sleep either but for a different reason entirely. She's outside her own little beach house peering at the incredible spectacle before them. It's rather dazzling even to someone like her who has seen a great deal. Beautiful sights will always be beautiful no matter how many times you witness them.

A soft "woah" catches her attention and she can't help but smile brightly at such genuine awstruckness.]

It's lovely, is it not? We had something like this back home. If you went far enough north you could see rainbow lights. I wonder what causes this... judging by the world so far I say it must be magic. [She reaches out to touch this mist that's coming from the sky, curious if she solve the mystery. As magic savoy as she is she isn't that good.]

[teratias]

[Waver wasn't sure why he expected to be the only one up and about. If the whole day didn't drain people to the point of exhaustion, the they had a ton of other things to stay up and worry about. So he turns his head toward Yuuko, feeling guilty about tearing his eyes away from the sky.]

Yeah, there's something similar back [back home. back where I'm from. None of those are words he wants to say. So he lets it fall away.]

I wonder if anyone got a telescope in those weird supply bags. You know, to determine the type of magic this is.

[witchofwishes]

Oh! That's a good idea. [She'd been looking at the jewelry so woops... Her bad. But in the end she didn't end up taking anything so it wouldn't have mattered in the end.]

I'm sure someone was wise enough to grab a star gazing instrument. [Probably, right?] If not, it's a dazzling mystery, at least for now.

What was this called for you back home? We called ours the aurora borealis~ Or the Northern Lights to keep it simple and straight to the point.

[teratias]

I didn't think to get anything so practical. Or see one, come to think of it. [Waver assumes that it must have been taken by someone else. Quietly, his gaze returns skyward, and he extends a hand like that will be enough to figure out all of these mysteries.

When Waver withdraws it, brings it back down, he notices the remains of the mist gathered on his skin.]

Those are the same names used. But this is new.

[He uses one hand to indicate the moisture on the other.]

[witchofwishes]

Oh?

[She peers at the liquid and then reaches out to feel for herself. It's a mist of sorts. It feels like it should but... There's an interesting sweet smell to it. Is all the rain from the sky like this? What would cause such a phenomena?]

Interesting. [She's tempted to taste it but that seems like an unwise idea. Especially since there's been enough illness due to some kind of meat or the very water in general.

And something else that's rather curious... she's already rather calm, she usually is. But she even finds that prickling curiosity about this mystery slowly ebbing away. As if it's not all that big a deal.]

I wonder if there is a chemical in this water. An opium of sorts...

D

[windeity]

[Uh, ow?]

I would if I knew how to? I didn't ask to get into someone else's head again!

[teratias]

Wait, again!? What do you mean by "again"?

[windeity]

i mean that earlier i was connected to this girl on accident via telepathy but there wasn't text the first time? so this is also kind of different.

[teratias]

So you just do this thing on accident all the time?

I don't even know how to respond to that.

[windeity]

that's not what i said! it was the one time and now this is happening so i guess it is now like a pattern?
i'd like to see you do better.

b

[puddingemote]

Tamaki has tried to accept that he's in a new world now, one that has magic, and that means weird things are going to happen. But he's still pretty stunned when he sees someone who seems to be smoking, in the most literal sense.

"H-hey!" he yells, not sure what else to do in a situation like this. "Stop, drop, and roll or something!"

[teratias]

"How do you think that's going to help?!" the smoke cloud shoots back. There's a loud hacking cough as well, and for a moment, the cloud fans enough of the smoke away to reveal Waver's face.

"I'm not on fire! It's all just smoke!"

[puddingemote]

Oh, there he is. Tamaki watches the smoke billow around, wondering how it can exist if he's not on fire. It doesn't look like the guy is smoking anything...

"Then, uh..."

He looks around for something to help, but, not seeing anything, he instead starts fanning his hands to try and disperse the smoke.

[teratias]

Waver joins the efforts in fanning, and out of the smoke emerges a great, scowling face. He is clearly unhappy about the situation, and he is barely keeping his cool.

"You got anything bigger than a hand for this?" he snaps, eyebrows inching together. "Something fan-like?"

[puddingemote]

Wow, this guy's pretty bossy. But then, he is also at risk of suffocation, so Tamaki looks around for something that could solve this problem. Something fan-like, something fan-like...

With nothing visible in his immediate area, Tamaki gets a different idea and quickly yanks his hoodie off. It's a bit too big, so fanning it will be a little slow, but it does create a much bigger gust of wind as he waves it up and down.

G

[yokunaru]

Waver wasn't the only one who had trouble sleeping that night. Exhausted as he was from the stress of the day, Yuuri gave up on catching any rest after spending an hour or so tossing and turning. Deciding a walk would clear his head, he headed outside cautiously, mindful of the warnings Brie had given them earlier.

Luckily, Yuuri didn't encounter any trouble once he stepped outside. It was a relief to feel the light breeze against his face, and the vague, prickling sensation that had accompanied the headaches was at its lowest yet. In fact, Yuuri didn't think he'd felt this calm in some time, the aurora seemingly having some kind of effect on him. He might have been alarmed normally, but right then, Yuuri was content to watch.

With the mist keeping him calm, Yuuri even managed to smile slightly in Waver's direction, mentally echoing the sentiment. "It's pretty,," he offered quietly, a moment later. "I wasn't expecting to see something like this when I came out for a walk."

[teratias]

"I wonder if this a regular occurrence or not," Waver said faintly, his eyes still turned skyward. He could tell where Yuuri's voice was coming from and he turned his body towards it as to hear better, but he refused to tear his eyes away.

"Or if there's a telescope around to get a better look at it."

[yokunaru]

"I don't know..." Yuuri's voice trailed off as he glanced back toward the line of huts. "We probably won't find anything in those smaller buildings, but it wouldn't hurt to check around in the estate."

"I guess we'll find out tomorrow if it's a regular thing," he said, voice dropping into something more melancholy, even with the mist keeping his emotions steady for the most part. Pretty as it all was, Yuuri would've chosen to not be here at all.

[teratias]

"Maybe the estate's got a hidden observatory," he mused, more to himself. It could have been missed. "If anything is true and we're looking at space, then having a big, high powered telescope would seem like something that place ought to have."

In all the calmness, Waver's mind had inched towards being inquisitive. He was always a good student, but bad temper and bad treatment had put him on a hair trigger over the years.

"If it's regular, it could eventually become boring."

[yokunaru]

An observatory sounded like it could be a quiet place to go if everything got too much. Knowing himself as he did, Yuuri didn't doubt he'd end up breaking down at some point because of his mental weakness. Seeing how easily some others had taken their displacement had only made his own weakness all the more obvious to himself.

"Sounds like it's worth looking for," Yuuri said, staring up at the lights still. "It'd be a good idea to check what other resources we have in the estate, as well."

Especially for someone like him, who had no idea how he was supposed to contribute to this so-called mission.

a

[oneandmikleonly]

[well, that's one of the more memorably alarming sights of today. Mikleo doesn't have any magic that can handily dissipate smoke, and it's not like they have a handy fan vent to stick Waver in front of -- but they do have the odd packs of gear, and some water

and that's how Waver finds some concerned dude next to him, using one hand to clear the air in front of his face as best as he can, and holding out a thin, clean, water-soaked rag torn from one of the shirts in his pack.]

Hey, you're not looking so good. Put this over your mouth and nose, it'll help -- we should at least get you out into the open air!

[teratias]

[This day just kept getting better and better.

By which Waver meant that it was now absolutely dreadful, no comparison, and he had had some truly awful ones before. But with all of the smoke, he wasn't about to question anyone offering any help. He grabbed the rag immediately, and once he was able to cover his mouth and nose, he managed a very muffled:]

Which direction--?

[Which direction should he head in?]

[oneandmikleonly]

This way, to the right. C'mon, I'll help you out. You're having trouble with what you got too, huh--?

[keeps up the talk more or less calmly (once he has ascertained that Waver is somehow on smoke but not actually on fire, a very light hand on Waver's elbow steering him towards a doorway, so he doesn't need to try and squint past the smoke as well to make his way along]

[teratias]

Understatement!

[But at that point, talking was a chore. Waver instead let himself be steered, stumbling out into heaven-knows-where. The actual question of how to fix the problem was something he was only just starting to focus on, now that he could manage to breathe for five seconds.]