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

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.

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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[ it seems a little tense-- probably with good reason. Sans much be the ding-dang rarest pokemon she'd ever seen-- he can talk and...? Yeah, that seems to be about it. He hasn't really moved much, and the sluggishness makes her feel slightly more at ease. When Nyx comments about her name, she plays with the petals of her red cap awkwardly. ]

Well.. I guess? [ with a tilt of her head, she grins. ] Thanks! My mom gave it to me before we moved to, uh... [ she glances at the island. ] Not this island! I don't recognize it...do either of you?

[ Oh no, she's optimistic and cute. What the hell is she doing in a situation like this? Why's it always kids? Even Sans has to feel a little bad that he can't supply her with an answer that's worth anything.

His shoulders hitch up in another shrug. ]

Nope. And even if I did --

[ And here, he shoots a glance at Nyx. ] I think a bully callin' me a demon would be the last to find out.

Anyway. I'm a-boat helpless with maritime travel. One of you know how to steer this thing?

[Nyx bristles, looking minorly offended by being called a bully. He was even about to say something but the retort died on his throat. He groaned though, pinching the bridge of his nose.]

... You did not just make a pun about our situation.

[He was not ready for this pun skeleton. Shaking his head Nyx looks at the island. Probably a bit too far out to swim too. There's a small sigh as he pushes some hair out of his face.]

I think I could figure it out. We just need something to paddle with.

[Did this boat come with oars?]

[ Luna nods eagerly. ] Right! A paddle, uh...

[ she pats herself down-- just like in her dream, none of her normal stuff-- except two pokeballs-- only two. Her expression droops a bit before she turns toward the big bag with the word 'L U N A' on it. ]

Maybe...there's something in here?

[ it's, er, worth a look. she picks the cloth bag up and shakes it a little. It sounds like a mixture of metals and paper bags... ]

[ All Sans has to answer Nyx with is a wink.

That's right. One eye socket manages to shut itself like a weirdly flexible bony eyelid. It probably looks about as weird and reality-bending as it sounds. Anyway, he sure did pun about the situation, he suuure did.

Unlike Luna, the skeleton makes no effort to search his own bag, but considering its size... it's highly unlikely there's anything like that in his knapsack. Despite settling down on his heels and then draping himself across the aforementioned bag as if he intends on sleeping off the rest of this fiasco, something about the way he looks at the island is a little less indolent and a little more contemplative. ]

There's a current, right? Guess we could wait for it to carry us there. Y'know. Bide our--

[ Don't you dare. ]

Tide?

[There is a very unnerved look shot in Sans direction while Luna is preoccupied with her bags. Did he just... Skeletons can wink!?

You know what? He's just gonna turn his attention on Luna.]

As... Uh, nice as that might be who knows how long that could take.

[It would help if they had a sail of some sorts, but how would they even mount it? With a frown he picks up his own bag, opening it.]

I think an oar would be too big for any of our bags. But maybe we can find something useful. Otherwise we might have to paddle our way there by having someone swim.

[He has a feeling that someone might be him.]

Oh... mmmpff.. [ that, right there, is the sound of a young girl trying not to laugh at that terrible, horrible joke. She is smiling though. ]

[ Luna turns toward Nyx with a pretty big smile on her face. ]

I could do it! But, um...you have to watch my stuff for me. I don't want it to fall in the water.

[ .... tide...

Luna is taking her shoes off with a small, poorly concealed snort. A funny skeleton. This boat is alright. ]

[ It's honestly for the best if nobody thinks too hard about how this skeleton in particular does all kinds of things. Fandom still hasn't decided how they feel about them bleeding, after all. ]

Sure.

[ Sans agrees, too readily, to the option of having a kid go risk injury or hypothermia hauling their raft ashore, like he doesn't even have to give it a second's consideration. ]

I'll guard your bag with my life, kiddo.

[ By napping on it, if given half a chance.

Sans, you're garbage. ]

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omg I'm sorry I'm so slow you guys thank you for your patience orz;

omg no fam no we're all on the crazy raft of life together

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