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October Intro: Louder than Sirens, Louder than Bells

INTRO LOG: OCTOBER
Who: Everyone!
What: New souls arrive to the archipelago of LifeAftr
When: October 3rd
Where: Ensō
Warnings: Mark as needed!

The Beach: For All the Rest
The shores of Ensō are far from the tranquil, almost idyllic tropical backdrop that they should be. And so it is that while you fish, or perhaps as you go about your daily business on the islets, the first thing you will note is the persistent sound hammering at the back of your skull.

A drumming.

And it's growing louder.

The source of the drumming will, like it or not, soon become apparent. At the fringes of the trees, wielding slings and hollow, wooden pistols, is a group of large and very displeased simians who have every intent of claiming this spot of beach - yes, traveler, this spot of beach you're standing on right now! - for their own, and by any means necessary.

And they certainly don't look interested in diplomacy.

If you came armed, you might be in luck, because this conflict will require your steady hand in its resolution. If you did not...well, you may be better suited to run, or risk capture at the hands of warriors skilled, cunning, and incredibly vicious. Laugh at their monkey business all you like; they are ingenious fighters and, what's more, they're just as good at killing as they are at capture.

For the uninitiated, this particular brand of chaos doesn't usually sweep across the entire island the way it has. But those who have been here for some time will recognize the monkeys in question, and might even recognize this for what it is: revenge.

Group I: The Squeakquel
Looks like your monkeying around last month has landed you and everyone else in a spot of trouble. The monkeys in question certainly weren't happy to be confronted with others on their lands, nor are they willing to share their territory. While you may have triumphed last time you confronted them, the apes have been planning their revenge in the meantime.

Some of you were unlucky enough to become targets. Overnight, a great deal of them silently invaded the islets. Their blow-dart guns are equipped with a fairly powerful sedative that is more than capable of knocking most living creatures out - and those that were immune were simply snatched up, gagged, and bundled away.

However, it seems that some of their prisoners didn't suit their purposes, for one way or another, and thus weren't retrieved with the intention of long-term capture. Which is why a number of you will awaken in regions of the island that you've already explored.

...the really, really dangerous ones.

Whether it's a Center of Gravity, a parade of centipuppies, a contingent of Lungblossoms, a Fustercluck, or something else entirely, one thing is certain: the monkeys wanted you out of their way.

So get ready to fight for your life.

Group II: Ape Escape
If you're not one of the slightly luckier newcomers that materializes on the shore, then you're one of the unlucky ones that's managed to materialize square in the middle of the jungle. Or rather, in the middle of one of the denser, more populated parts of the jungle. The abodes woven into the canopy are crude, built of mud and sticks, but they're nonetheless sturdy.

And, as an important note - they are also swarming with monkeys. Snarling, baying, armed monkeys. Perhaps they'd be more hostile toward an interloper...if you weren't already in a cage, along with several others.

Fortunately for the newbies, they've all got something the monkeys didn't anticipate, aside from the element of surprise. Most prisoners don't arrive with knapsacks full of newly-acquired gear, and it's a good thing, too - you may very well need it, and the help of the new arrivals, to escape this place. You could always wait for the cavalry to come, but are you really willing to take that risk?

Group III: Pot Luck
As for you, you terribly fortunate third group?

You'll find yourselves suspended in wooden cages as well, though this time, to the hot curtain of whitish steam clouding your vision. It smells an awful lot like smoke down there. An awful lot like something...burning? Unlike your fellows over in the second group, these cages aren't simply a means of containing you, no. These cages are currently hanging over what might be the largest cast iron cauldron you've ever seen. All of this is, of course, for one simple reason:

Some species of monkeys are carnivores.
The acrid scent of smoke is already hot and rancid in your nostrils; the pyre beneath you has been lit, and the hungry flames are beginning to boil the water below quite eagerly. We'd suggest you hurry up in freeing yourself and your fellows - being boiled alive is not a particularly pleasant way to go. At least the monkeys weren't expecting quite so many main courses so soon, which allows you the element of surprise.



As a final note to those who participated in the Test Drive Meme, bear in mind that those threads, if all parties involved would like, can be game canon in the form of dream-like memories involving a place very much like this one, though the layout is considerably different.

All new arrivals will awake with knapsacks with their names stitched to the front. The contents of said knapsacks can be found below!


Feeling a tad adrift? Make sure to check the Locations Page, which has details regarding the starting areas and a handy map for those who feel better with a bird's eye view!


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( CODED BY BOOTYCALL )
greatcleavage: (typical really)

[personal profile] greatcleavage 2017-10-02 11:21 pm (UTC)(link)
"...Huh."

Roy sat up from his lean against the side of the cage, reflexively reaching over his shoulder for the hilt of his sword -- which wasn't there, of course. A brief tension shuddered over his form, then immediately relaxed as a smirk crossed his face.

The realization of others in the cage, though, wiped that away quickly. "Are you two all right?"
tomodachi: (no you can't bring more cats in here)

[personal profile] tomodachi 2017-10-02 11:28 pm (UTC)(link)
You know, I'm getting real tired of waking up in unfamiliar places he--hang on. Where's my stuff?

[His missing bag better be where he last had it, or he's going to be even more pissed than he already is about this.]
ohnehalfte: (18)

[personal profile] ohnehalfte 2017-10-02 11:32 pm (UTC)(link)
[for the past couple months, Newt has fallen asleep and woken up much in the same fashion. At the moment, however, he is finding that today is, unfortunately, not like the other days. Instead of being curled up on a mattress and snuggled into Wade's side, he's found himself face down in the dirt--which as soon as he realizes that he's not where he's meant to be, he jerks up with a gasp, looking around wildly.

He's in the middle of the jungle. How the fuck did he get here???? His hands are feeling around in his pockets as he glances around--fortunately for him, he almost never sleeps without his leather jacket no matter the weather, and said leather jacket is hanging off his person with his trusty butterfly knife tucked in its pockets. He's also got the hilt of his beam katana hanging off his belt, though that's been acting spotty at best, and Newt isn't about to trust it. Out of the corner of his eye, he sees a flash of color that's not normally native to a jungle, and it's enough to catch his attention. He turns his head spotting...is that a kid?

Shit, that might be a kid.

Newt starts to get to his feet, slowly--when his shirt pocket suddenly starts making a high-pitched peeping noise. It's enough to startle Newt into looking down at his pocket...and the passenger that accidentally came with him.]
Petrie?! [it's hissed down to the pocket, where he now can spot the ball of pterax chick fluff staring at him from inside his shirt pocket.] Shit. [Newt's glancing up again at the kid laying a couple feet away, before he huffs, glancing down to Petrie again] Just--be quiet, okay??

[Minor detail being that she doesn't know the meaning of the word quiet yet, but details. He's going to get closer to that kid and see what's up with that--especially with that weird squelching sound?? What the hell is that.]

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