[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

[p_mortem]

C/E.
[ Minato's chosen somewhere along the sand to practice with his powers— the parka, little bag of konpeito, water bottle, and even the mirror shard gets turned into small glass beads that he has rolling in the palm of his hand. Another one of these beads is his sword... another is... a blank notebook? He knows he'd picked that out of the caravan, but all the beads look the same in the darknes of night and he can't tell which is which anymore.

That's fine. The beads get dumped into one of those small felt bags from the forest, and the entire thing gets beaded. Whatever you just dropped next to him? beaded.

He could go on forever, absorbed in his thoughts as he stares at the ground and absently grabs whatever is at hand, but reversing the magic doesn't come intuitively, so. Don't drop anything important or it's his now. ]

G.
[ Minato stays up specifically for midnight, knees drawn up from where he sits against his hut, eyes on the sky while time ticks on from the watch on his wrist. He hardly dares to breathe as time passes... eyes widening just the slightest when he sees the first hint of green in the sky, but then

calm

It's a weird sort of calm, like the lull of sleep. The night air is cool, nothing like the harsh bite of winter he'd stepped out of from his world and into this one, and it's kind of nice sitting out here watching the stragglers keel over and drop like flies all around the beach. Minato, for as much as he looks unaffected, mentally prods at those who have fallen, a quietly amused ]

...Hey.

[ as if to see if he could rouse them. Night's still night; there's still boars. ]

G.

[5kotai]

[ This kiddo was curled up on the beach with a precious belonging in his arms, almost completely lulled to sleep before he receives that telegraphic message. He'll give a response back the same way, murmuring meanwhile in... reality. Let's go with that. ]

A little longer, Ichi-nii... It's so nice out here.

[ Not sure if Minato sounds exactly like his big brother, but the tone of the voice is similar enough for a misted, sleepy little brother. ]

[p_mortem]

[ Oh. There's a pang of nostalgia for the last time he'd ever heard somebody call him as a big brother, and Minato's gaze softens somewhat. ]

...Alright. Five more minutes. 300... 299... 298... 297...

[ He's counting down the seconds until Gokotai gets fed up and wakes up. ]

[5kotai]

[ Alright, up he gets from the sandy beach ground, trying to rub sleep out of his eyes. The counting does get a little tedious in his head, so it won't take long. As he stretches out like a cat, the thing he held close to his chest was the bag used for holding extra supplies the coven gave out... and a traditional tantou peeking out. Huh, at least he was prepare if the worm mist wasn't involved. ]

I'm up, I'm up... Oh! H-hello.

[ Gokotai looks around, looking for Ichigo before realizing he isn't here. Just this polite-looking teenage boy who's probably doing a good samaritan duty by getting these sleepy people off the beach before boars arrive. Still, it's a bit embarrassing for a mistake. ]

Thank you. Sleeping outside is bad, isn't it?

[p_mortem]

[ For all the weapons Minato's picked up and so easily learned to use through the past year, a tantou has never been one of them. So he's a bit curious, waving Gokotai over to sit with him by the huts if he so chooses, and maybe get out of the mist for a bit. ]

Sleeping outside can be nice sometimes.

[ Just not in foreign land infested with boar/crab/worm/who knows what else, maybe. ]

Tired from today?

C! TDM thread still canon?

[he_smol]

[ Beads. What a curious ability. He can't help but watch a moment, noticing what Minato's picking up and turning into beads. But hey, why not try a little experiment?

With that, he inches closer with his hand held out and his focus on one of the beads - or as many as he can get to respond when he gets in range. There's a little wobble in the pile and a shake as a small handful of them start to float. ]

...curious indeed...

yes! :D

[p_mortem]

[ What if he turned each grain of sand on the beach into beads to see how many he could do at once... He has small piles stacked up every time he manages a group of ten, and in reaching over to shift the next ten aside, his hands meet nothing by air. Only then does Minato look up from where he sits, blinking at the beads hanging suspended in the air— then finally glancing about him until he meets Heine's eyes. ]

...Is that you?

Awesome!

[he_smol]

It was. I apologize if I caught you off guard.

[ But he's going to lower those beads now. Trying to keep up a conversation while leaving them floating is a bit taxing on his brain. ]

I simply had to find out if my own abilities could affect items affected by others. These beads were made by you, weren't they?

[p_mortem]

[ Minato catches the beads in his hands when they drop, setting them off to the side where he remains seated in the sand. ]

Yes.

[ They were made by him, but his practice seems a lot less directed as Heine's, more fooling around instead of intensive training to test limitations. ]

You can levitate things, without touching them? I can turn objects into beads, but it has to be through touch.

C/E

[probablynoteren]

[Ah. There goes the small sack of boiled crabs he packed for a later snack or emergency rations or something -- though considering he's starting to get a little unsteady on his feet albeit not at the true food poisoning stage yet, maybe that's a blessing in disguise... Lenka doesn't know that yet, though!

He just figures it's the food coma talking, that was a good amount of meat at once and definitely something of a novelty for him.

So he drops to a crouch by Minato immediately, careful not to crush any, but it's impossible to tell the beads apart. Was it the yellow one? The red one? The...]

Hey. Hold on. I think something got mixed in...

[p_mortem]

[ Noxious crab meat to go with his rancid gravy, good, good. Minato doesn't even notice until he reaches over again, the back of his hand lightly hitting Lenka's leg before it registers to him that he's being spoken to. ]

Oh. What is it?

[ He also stops moving, so that Lenka can find whatever it is he's searching for, but the beads are pretty small, and maybe working in the sand isn't the best idea, because any that falls from his palm would have gotten buried and lost forever, good luck. ]

[probablynoteren]

[Lenka is ridiculously patient, and keeps sifting the sand just in case, but he also glances at the handful that Minato has with him -- it was hard to tell in the dark where his... magicked crabs might have gotten away to. Certainly, it's just food and there's definitely plenty more where that came from.

For the moment, curiosity about the beads and Minato's handling of them is winning out; it helps that this is after dinner, of course.]

Just some of the crabs. The cooked ones. Can you find them?

[All of the beads look about the same to him, but surely their owner-slash-creator can tell them apart...?]

[p_mortem]

[ What kind of respectable magician can't tell the things he's magicking into apart? Minato, apparently, who stares down at his beads, thinking maybe the ones on the right side are more recent additions? He picks out of those up, holds it in the palm of his hand and...

Nothing happens for a good five seconds. That bead is just a bead.

He tries another— out pops crab bread! Actually, bread baked into the shape of a crab. He hands this over to Lenka in exchange, because ]

I can't tell what's what.

G

[potentite]

[Jake was just really tired anyway so it was easy to take a nap here. Shifting in his sleep, he curls up tighter, huffing.]

I'm sorry... Just don't leave yet...

[At least he sounds like he's starting to wake up from it.]

[p_mortem]

[ ...Minato had liked the idea of telepathy, but sleep talking like this is a whole other story, with him having conversations late at night with what he suspects is himself. Sorries, especially, he doesn't want to hear if they're not meant for him, so he makes his mental font a little louder, a little bolder. ]

I'm not going anywhere.

[potentite]

[It's a nice sentiment and it relaxes him a little while also waking him. Something like that definitely doesn't belong in his dreams, especially not after today.

Right, today. So much happened.

He realises he must have fallen asleep outside and sits up, groggy and blinking slowly.]

What? I— Oh. I'm sorry. Did I talk in my sleep? [It's hard to focus but that's his immediate concern.]

[p_mortem]

Yeah. A bit.

[ Minato continues the mental conversation because it's so much easier than having to speak out loud and raise his voice so that it would reach Jake, especially when he has no intentions of wandering out into the drizzle himself. ]

Nightmare?

[gymconquering]

...Who's that?

[For all that she's curled up against a rock, apparently fast asleep where she'd sat down for a moment, Sapphire's telepathic reply sounds fairly lucid, if a little sluggish. She's not normally a light sleeper. Normally, she's alert to sounds, smells, sensations of all kinds.

What's the saying, the spirit is willing but the flesh is weak? Her limbs and eyelids are heavy, but her half-dreaming mind jumps to attention right away.

There's faint movement behind her, around the rock. Her Blaziken is seated there, groggy but still awake and watching over her trainer, and peering cautiously now at Minato.]

[p_mortem]

...Minato.

[ He offers his name as an answer, but he doubts that means anything to her even as his eyes drift from her face to the Blaziken that meets his eyes, looking unreal in the mist. ]

Is that your Persona?

[ It doesn't look like any of the ones he's collected, but there are likely millions more he's never seen. ]

[gymconquering]

What's...a what? Ya gotta point things out, I can't see what you're talkin' about...

[Chic chirps lowly, unnerved slightly by Minato's silent presence, and the vapor hanging around her head hisses into steam and drifts away.]

[p_mortem]

Sitting next to you by the rock. Maybe you call it something else instead of Persona?

[ He continues staring silently. Now that he's gotten a better hang of telepathy, he'll probably never go back to speaking properly unless he needs to. ]

G

[enflame]

( Emil's close to falling asleep on a curved hill looking over the base camp, lulled into a sort of half-conscious state by the mist that's overtaken the island.

It would actually be nice to go to bed, but he can't be bothered to be aggravated at the sudden mental intrusion. His eyes are barely open, but he can still see the text clearly in his mind's eye. )

helo

( The word he thinks of sleepily matches his ability to coherently spell. )

[p_mortem]

[ Oh no, what language is "helo"... Minato frowns as the words disappear from his mind and is replaced by the sight of the person he's talking to— maybe the word was supposed to be "help"? sitting on the hill like that, looking like he's about to roll straight down and come barreling through the camp. ]

It's raining.

[enflame]

( At that, Emil opens his eyes a little more. Is it...? Everything does feel a little moist, but he assumes that's from the mist. )

Huh? ( Thinking in text is super strange, but it's easier when he's more awake. ) Who is this, anyway?

[p_mortem]

[ Every time people ask him this— understandably, with the confusion of undirected conversation into the open air— he hesitates in saying his name that would mean nothing to people who don't know him. Who he is as a person isn't important, as much as who he is in relation to the people around him, and tonight, he's ]

The neighborhood watch. Boars are still out. Seeking revenge for their fallen brethren.