[OPENING] island hub - day 1

[spellbindmods]

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

npc; genette

[spellheal]

c;

[If Genette feels any negativity towards the current situation, it's certainly not being shown. She hands out sacks with a smile, nodding and saying hello to the people who come by her to admire the large caravan.

Be warned that if you get too close, she may break from her robotic motions for a moment to ask:]

Would you mind not touching that, please? [She turns to look directly at you, not exactly threatening, but she does have a stern look.] If you have any questions about it, feel free to ask.

d;

[Despite not being a newbie, Genette's not immune to the little game of text telepathy, either. Maybe hers is the messages you'll receive!]

Hello! Do you need anything

e;

[If you happen to choose one of the fashion accessories as an additional supply, Genette will certainly have something to say about it. They were all personally selected by her, so at least you don't run the risk of her saying something rude.]

Do you like that one? It's lovely isn't it? I'm sure it will make you look wonderful.

c

[splinten]

Why can't I touch it?

[FIRST QUESTION. AS IT HAPPENS. What a teenager.]

[rebells]

A.

[This one doesn't have any kind of magic that would be helpful, but he's down by the hopefully-soon-to-be-bonfire, idly rubbing two sticks he picked up from the collected wood together--not trying all that hard, by the looks of it, but the thought's there.]

I don't suppose anyone's power is 'lighting things on fire'? Or failing that, that you happened to bring a flint with you?

D.

Hello to you, too. I don't suppose I get a name?


E.

[Jay immediately beelines for the pile of books and stationery, with half a mind towards looking for a notebook--there's a lot of new information here, after all, and he's going to have to keep track of it somehow. Currently, he's examining something that seems to have come out of the Lisa Frank collection, rainbows, unicorns, rainbow unicorns and all. There's even an attached set of glitter gel pens.

He seems amused, at least.]

How colorful.

[dangerouslyinlove]

A

Ryoji's still not entirely sure what's happening here, but if he's good at anything it's rolling with what life deals him. Even in occasions where maybe he shouldn't. He very much wants to be helpful, but he also knows literally nothing about food prep. So... off to collect water and crabs he goes, then.

The water, at least, is easy enough. The crabs are obviously another story, but Ryoji doesn't seem to mind. Even though with every pinch and nip there's a following 'ow!!' he still seems incredibly cheerful about it all.

E

Ryoji smiles and thanks Genette- two seems like a lot to him, especially since there aren't stores or anything around! Of course, the difficult part is picking what two things. After all, there is a lot to choose from...

Mostly, he's focusing on the electronics (he did become kind of attached to them, during his brief stint as a 'real' human), and the fashion accessories. "What do you think of these?" he asks, holding up a pair of earrings. ...Does he even have his ears pierced...?

We're off on a secret mission it's not secret

The whole magic thing does worry Ryoji somewhat, even though he knows quite well the magic he held back home doesn't apply here. Or, well. That's what they've told him. He's still a little nervous about it, since he doesn't want to hurt anyone on accident. But maybe the best way to do that is to practice and make sure he knows exactly what he's doing.

Or, at least, as much as he can possibly know what he's doing.

Sometimes, it might just be Ryoji popping out of literally nowhere as he practices his teleportation. But once he's got that down... "Um, hello! Would you be able to help me practice something...?"

[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."

c

[rebells]

[His lips quirk; he's half-tempted to touch it just to see how she responds, but it's probably too early to start ruffling feathers--especially since he suspects that in whatever hierarchy that's about to form out of this band of prisoners, she'll outrank him.

So he smiles pleasantly and spreads his hands to show he's not going to do anything.]

Of course. Any particular reason, or would you just rather avoid fingerprints?

E

[yokunaru]

[Yuuri almost drops the ornate hairpin he'd picked up, startled by her voice. His head snaps up as he looks at her guiltily.]

O-oh, it's not for me, I was only... looking at it. [The sakura design had caught his eye, making a wave of homesickness wash through him.] And, I was just thinking, I couldn't find something I'd had on before I got here.

[parodeity]

i. hell's kitchen

[ dave actually had like, a few mouthfuls of food earlier so he doesn't seem that interested in the activity in terms of a personal i'm going to eat sort of way so much as he drifts over to the hubbub out of a sense of curiosity and a vague desire to be near all the activity.

granted, he equally isn't sure he wants to be, but for the most part dave stations himself somewhat near the cooking fire on the sand, though he ends up sprawled on his back and looking upwards at the stars.

his shades are on; they're not his, but he won't take them off for anything now. ]

If you make up a constellation and a story about it, I'll draw you somethin'.

[ it's his magic, not just a terrible trade offer. ]

ii. random telepathy matchup

[ he ignores the hello for a while, but then, in irritation: ]

ok yes fine hello
can we stop with the Hello. now
what even is that
if youre gonna introduce yourself to a guy you have to add some pizzazz
otherwise what impetus do i have to keep talking to you
like
you have to set the scene let me know your personality
possibly threaten to troll me for the rest of my life i dont know
thats happened a lot
well
a few times
which is kind of weird?
but anyway hi now stop sending Hello. at me and let my eyelids close onto nothing thanks
failing that answer the following:
if we switch tabs on our browser does a gif still loop

[ the cadence to the text is strange and rapidfire, and there's an after-sense of a texan twang even though he doesn't write it out. weird. ]

iii. music

[ dave's a simple soul. he immediately fishes out an mp3 player and headphones, and will sit there absently scrolling through the playlist on it, headphones clipped over his ears. they're kind of oldschool, but he finds that comforting.

he's not so distracted he won't look up when approached, though. ]

iv. space worms

[ ...kind of. dave's always up late so when the worms are a thing he peers up at the sky - and then immediately makes a face, opens his cabin door, and steps inside. ]

Nope. [ he has had enough of eldritch horrors, pretty or no? you're welcome to bother him about why he's up so late or whatever but he's about to close the door on this Everything. ]

i... i

[p_mortem]

hello




[ If Dave doesn't recognize the voice in his head, there's also a face to match, Minato's looking down at him from where he lies on the ground. ]

Any constellation is fine?

[splinten]

a: ocean survival child

[Spitroasting is something that Dirk can, in fact, do. He has no problem setting up a boar, and casually sets up the spit and spears it, setting it in place. If anyone comes by early, he'll tell them,]

It needs a while before it's ready. Incomplete roasting is not a good idea.

[He has been there and it was Bad.]

[b: rooftop nerd]

[Later at night, Dirk can be found on top of a cabin. He has kicked the roof down to flatten it, and now he's sitting there carefully balanced, with a battery charger and a Playstation. He has been systematically dismantling them, carefully taking apart the pieces and setting them in organized piles. If you Z target him, you may have a conversation with the idiot on a rooftop.]

[wildcard!]

[If you want a special starter or to make your own, PM me or hit me up at mobiusloops! I'm happy to make all TDM threads game canon.]

Did you want to wave a magic wand and make tdm canon?

[teratias]

Being towards the edge of the huts had a downside, and that was the simple fact that Waver was unable to get a good view of the not-aurora that drifted over the beach. Once he had picked his jaw up off of the sand, he began to walk along what might be everyone's front yards, his eyes afixed to the skies. The sight was incredible.

Something caught the corner of Waver's eye though as he walked, and he paused to absorb the whole of it. Man on a roof holding what looked like an awful lot of electronics.

"What're you doing?" he asked in a whisper, but it was more of a stage whisper that probably passed through the walls of the nearby dwellings.

a

[p_mortem]

[ Minato could light things on fire, but his own personal brand of magic from home doesn't allow for it, so... a shake of the head. ]

No. It'd be easier to just borrow fire, once someone starts one.

[ Except. No one's started one yet, it's all on you, Jay. ]

D

[dangerouslyinlove]

Oh! Hello! Um, my name's Ryoji Mochizuki. What's yours?

[he doesn't remember starting a conversation but it's not like he really minds.]

[andsobelow]

A.1 BUZZKILL DOESN'T UNDERSTAND BONFIRES
[ Carla is still wearing her armor, a construction of shed beetle carapace fashioned sleek and form fitting. It gleams with a faint oil slick rainbow around its edges when the light catches it. Her fearsome helm is beneath her arm as she squints at the firelight. She's glad that night has fallen, and staring at the bonfires now she wonders how the absolute hell they expect to be stealthy with that thing burning. ]

Do we have no enemies to concern ourselves with?

[ Her voice is dry as she keeps to the edge of the light. ]

No creatures to risk enticing?

A.2 LIFELONG VEGETARIAN WONDERS WHAT THE FUCK THIS IS
[ Uh. She is looking at both the boar meat and the crabs with surprise. Honestly, the crabs as essentially sea insects look the most like something she'd eat, but... her kind don't eat aquatic animals, they tend to be saturated in magic that has seeped in through the water from the toxic aboveworld.... She sure as hell doesn't eat animal meat, and an already nauseated look crosses her face as the greasy smell of its cooking hits her nose. ]

No. [ She says flatly when literally any of that is offered to her. ] I will go out into the woods and find... something else.

[ Mushrooms will be the safest, she thinks. ]

X. A COMPANION FOR FORAGING - ONE TO TWO COMPANIONS ONLY PLEASE, ONE THREAD TOGETHER
[ If you too do not wish to eat that, Carla will tolerate a couple of companions away from the group, back to the woods they had started all of this in. It looks very different to her now in the darkness, she had been completely blinded when she had first awoken. Now she moves with ease, the reflectors in the backs of her eyes doing their work.

Her ears however are not used to the profusion of noise when walking in a wooded area, she keeps turning suddenly to peer out amongst the trees, jumpy even though all she's hearing are the footsteps of herself and her companion. ]

E. SUPPLIES! GET!
[ She takes a piece of jewelry, as the daughter of a trader she knows that sparkly little things are always useful for trading later. She is personally more interested in the books and the paper, especially books not in her own language. She'll be shopping the ones she has around: ]

Your language? Teach it to me.

F. BATTLE THAT BOAR - ONE OR TWO FIGHTERS ONLY PLEASE - ACTION ORIENTED, ONE THREAD TOGETHER
[ She is both more comfortable in the darkness as well as uneasy. She is patrolling the area aimlessly when one of the boars spots her. She freezes still for a moment, waiting to see how well it can see her in the darkness, what it thinks of her smell. She is no stranger at all to being challenged by a creature in the dark. She pulls her helm on in a swift motion, longing for her blades but this if this isn't a magical creature... she can handle it. She's certainly going to try anyway, facing off against the creature and its tusks in a coiled position, ready to roll to the side as it comes charging at her, snorting plumes of condensation into the cool night air. ]

G. WOW TOXIC WORMS GROSS
[ Finally, a bit battered and at last tired, she is sitting near the smoldering remains of the bonfires, contemplative in the darkness. She is watching as the strange colors begin to fill the sky... ]

I don't like that.

[ And she pulls her helmet back in abruptly, getting to her feet with arms crossed over her chest, backing up a few paces, observing. ]

e

[parodeity]

They're all pretty cool, but I may have to stick with "mp3 player and headphones". I will die without my daily input of sweet tunes.

[ for the record, dave has managed to get Well Dressed through a combination of magic and stealing some things (with permission!) from the mansion. it's just black skinny jeans and a dress shirt, but that's...better than some people? ]

a

[p_mortem]

[ Ryoji, why...

There's a nearly imperceptible furrow of Minato's eyebrows as he watches Ryoji get snapped at. It's a sort of new, exciting experience that he supposes has the other boy captivated, but it also looks painful, so.

He walks over, motioning for Ryoji unravel his scarf. ]

[oneandmikleonly]

d
Hello? What is the logic behind mental speech being translated to a written form like this, anyway? Are we able to archive these communications somehow?

e
[none of the books are recognizable to him; neither is much of the technology. but he does pick up a couple of the books that looks a little bit familiar, rifling through them and the maps and text they contain. he's clearly interested, but...]

I can't even begin to read the writing on these -- is anyone able to help translate --?

g
[at first, when the worm mist starts to fall from the strange lovely lights, he looks irritated by being sprayed with something unknown -- you can see him make very purposeful warding gestures with his hands, only to look even more irritated when they have no result.

(he knows he's lost his powers, but he hasn't tested what he does have yet. the scramble of people and unnexpected changes have been enough to deal with today.)

as the calming mist starts to take effect, though, his expression smooths, and he actually looks kind of zen for the first time today.]

...I suppose, out of all the ways to end a strange evening, this isn't so bad.

wildcard

[other? you can hit me up at brightwinged as needed!]

A.1

[teratias]

[Waver turns to see who is asking the question, and he stops. That armor is something he has never seen before, the way it shines, the shape of the thing, the helmet. It is impressive, and he can only see it being a thing of terror in any other context.

He articulates none of those thoughts, and instead offers a disapproving sniff.]

Maybe the boars in the woods, but beyond that, who even knows what's here?

[dangerouslyinlove]

[It is very new and exciting! He's never even really seen a live crab before, and so this is kind of fun! And also painful. But painful is kind of new too so it's still interesting....?

He smiles when his friend approaches, though he becomes confused at the gesture. Tentatively, he unwraps his scarf offering it out.]

[andsobelow]

[ When she turns, her eyes flash an opalescent color as well, like a cat's. Irritated bemusement is the best way to describe her peevish, sharp expression, the corners of her lips turned upwards. ]

Exactly.

d

[dangerouslyinlove]

No, I'm alright. Thank you!

Do you need anything? [not that he's likely to be able to help much, but.]

G

[dangerouslyinlove]

Why not?

[Ryoji, who has never had a reason to be afraid of... well, much of anything (except Mitsuru), doesn't see the issue in this.] It looks pretty!

[teratias]

[That was not an answer Waver liked. That was the kind of answer that meant getting up at two in the morning due to surprise boars and having someone broadcasting I told you so on her face while making boars into sausages in the sand.]

Not enough wood around to make a short wall either, I guess?

[parodeity]

[ ah, telepathy...dave makes a face but it fades into what could, maybe, be called a smile. if a very small lip corner upturn counts? ]

Well, they ain't ones we can chart, so...time to make a whole new set, you dig? Creativity may be better rewarded, though.

[yokunaru]

A.

[More than a little confused and worried, Yuuri accepts the task of looking for crabs, if only to give himself a distraction from the headache that's been steadily building at the back of his head since he arrived here. He wants answers more than anything right now, but there's no ignoring the pangs of hunger as the day's stress catches up to him.

Miserable and quiet, Yuuri manages to plunk two of the crabs into the bucket he'd grabbed before his luck finally runs out. As he reaches for the third, the crab makes its displeasure known and clamps its pincer down on Yuuri's fiinger.]

Ow! [Yuuri yelps, his cry echoing around the mostly empty bathhouse, and shakes the offending creature off. As he cradles his throbbing hand against his chest, the crab attempts to scuttle away, bumping right into the shoes of the nearest person.]

D.

[Though Yuuri had managed to avoid the illness brought about by the crab meat, he's got another problem of his own to deal with. As more and more people gather around to eat, the stronger the prickling of something at his mind gets, until it becomes unbearable. The food in front of him barely touched, Yuuri curls into himself, biting back a whimper so he doesn't disturb the people around him. When the telepathic message arrives, he snaps back a response with a little more force than necessary.]

Not a good time!

[He'll probably feel bad about it later, but right now, he's in too much pain to be civil.]

E.

[As the others examine the goods Genette's handing out, Yuuri sits a short distance away, pointedly keeping away from the crowd. The headache's receded just enough to allow him to move around, but he still looks a bit pale. The book sits in his lap as he lifts the hair pin up, the light from the caravan catching on its surfaces and making it glitter.

When he notices someone looking at him, Yuuri lowers his hand uncertainly, looking like he wants to say something.]

Um... [Even just that one word sounds tired, and somewhat reluctant.] I don't want to bother you, but. Do...do you have a second?