August Intro: You Think...You Wink...You Do A Double Blink...

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INTRO LOG: AUGUST

Who: Everyone!
What: New souls arrive to the archipelago of LifeAftr.
When: August 3rd
Where: Ensō
Warnings: Mark as needed!

Part I: Get Wrekt
You rouse to a splash of sea salt drying on your skin. A haze of glass-white sand glitters in your vision, dappled by lush palms and thick, curling foliage that disappears into a jungle of deep jade. From behind, crackling wood and sawing rope groan from a mangled life raft ran ashore. A petering wash of tide over pebbled sand fills your ears as you struggle to gain your bearings in a vast portrait of tropical color…

No...no, no, that’s not precisely how this story starts.

Why don't we start over?

You rouse to a splash of sea salt, spraying across yourself and the wooden floor beneath you as it breaks across the edge of the platform. The light as it dances across the sea is blinding, dappling white spots across your vision as you slowly come back to consciousness and realize that - this is not where you last remember being.

The middle of the ocean is likely not a place most recall being at all. As you struggle to fully comprehend the new scenario in which you have found yourself, three things become quickly apparent. The raft you find yourself upon barely constitutes as something that should float, never mind a boat. In the distance, perhaps a few hours away at most, a large island beckons to you, a wide strip of beach surrounded by cliffs making it very clear where the most fortuitous of directions shall be.

Lastly, of course, you’re not alone. Hopefully your new companion(s) are just as keen to get ashore before nightfall as you, or voyaging together will not be the most positive experience. At your side you will find a knapsack, one to every member of your raft party, and upon inspecting its contents, you will discover any rewards you may have accrued - as well as a few other items to give you a fighting chance.

A note to those who participated in the Test Drive Meme: 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.

Part II: Choose Your Own Adventure

By fortune (or misfortune, as it were), you eventually find your feet meeting sand, blessed shore to stagger upon as you shake off your newly found sea-legs. There are those that may find this place familiar, as though it appeared in a dream, though the expanse of shore certainly seems larger. The beach stretches off into the distance on both sides, curving around sharp ridges and cliffs, mist obscuring the view the farther along it goes.

So here you are. You’ve found land. Company. Supplies. The sun is now beginning to trek rather low upon the horizon…spending the night outside in such an unfamiliar land is unappealing at best and outright dangerous at the worst.

There is one silver lining in the midst of this mess. Directly ahead, the beach curves up a gentle slope until it meets forest, some manner of building visible through the trees. Further exploration of this area will reveal a dilapidated building of sorts; the architecture is indiscernible to even the most skilled eye. Despite looking as if it has seen better days, there are areas that offer some form of shelter...and who knows what else. Just because it appears uninhabited doesn’t mean you won’t wind up pleasantly, or unpleasantly, surprised.



So what shall you do from here, traveller? There is land to be explored, strangers to meet, friends to reunite with. Supplies to inspect and plenty of questions in need of being said aloud. Choose your path, make haste, and above all else: survive. And whatever you will, take heart.

Your story is about to begin anew.

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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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Comments

[catpiper]

No.

[A baseball cap? No, she can't imagine him wearing one. A part of her truly hoped she had seen him, but regardless of where he is on this island, she's confident he'll find her.]

Seto only has brown hair on his head.

[manasponge]

A lot of humans have brown hair, but... no I don't think I've seen anyone around your age matching that description.

He could be on another part of the beach, though! Don't let me discourage you.

[catpiper]

They do?

[And here she thought his brown hair made him unique. To her, he certainly was. She hadn't seen enough humans to know better. The woman offers a comforting thought though-he could be on another part of the beach or the island. Maybe he's still on a raft somewhere.]

Okay, then I'll save food for him. When he finds me, he can eat too.

[manasponge]

[ Hmmm. At first Marcille had just thought this stranger was sheltered, but maybe... ]

Say, I'm not very good with human ages. How old are you?

[catpiper]

It's on the clipboard. I don't remember the number.

[Which is back in the hospital somewhere. She doesn't know where. The doctors would write it down when she was little, but they died a long time ago and she hasn't bothered to keep track.

And the way this girl keeps saying human makes her curious. Long ears aside, Ren assumed from the beginning she was still human. She's not floating, so that rules out ghost. Definitely not a cat. What else is there?]

How old are you?

[manasponge]

Clipboard?

[ ????????????

Maybe she was registered somewhere? Was this girl an orphan or something? ]

Oh, I'm a couple hundred, give or take! I know, I look young for my age!

[ Imagine a noblewoman's laugh right here. ]

[catpiper]

Hundreds.

[Even with her minor experience on the matter, she knows that's an abnormal age for a person to have.

Still, the dots start to connect in her mind and the next words that come out are probably something Marcille doesn't want to hear. Lighting up, she excitedly says-]

You're a grandma!

[Basic Ren additions goes old+woman=grandma. This is why you stay in school kids.]

[manasponge]

Huh?

[ Marcille scowled at her. Even for a human, this was a little much. ]

I don't have any grandchildren -- and I'm not even that old for my kind. Being young isn't an excuse for being rude, you know.

[catpiper]

It's rude?

[The reprimand doesn't bother her. Now she's just confused. Is that not what you call old people? Have the storybooks lied to her? Tragedia.]

You're not human?