October Intro: Aftermath Mingle

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Who: All!
What: Now that you've all committed monkey genocide, it's time to clean up and go home.
When: Evening of the intro log- and onwards!
Where: The Monkey Compound, Islets, etc.
Warnings: Mark as you go!


Congratulations on effectively reversing the tables, adventurers. As the hunted become the hunters, the remaining simians begin to retreat into the jungle, disappearing from sight as the drumming dies down, before extinguishing entirely.

It appears that you have won.

Now it's time to clean up.

Those still in the Monkey Compound may wish to begin scavenging what they can, from multiple coconut guns to rudimentary spears. There's a flock of Bludroc happy to be herded to a new home, several stashes of fresh fruit to be found... and a rather large iron pot, for the particularly bold.

Others may be more concerned with returning to the islets and securing the personal belongings that were left behind. There are new people to settle in, as well; and undoubtedly, a few injuries yet to be healed.

Reunite, rejoice, recover. And perhaps, should you see the Storyteller about- ask a few questions.

Comments

[souris_keteer]

Hey!

[A voice calls out, and then a mouse is running up to him.]

You look hurt! Are you okay?

[demonpuppy]

[Your lucky day, Mickey: a young child that has no clue you're a cultural icons!!]

[Still, Chip nearly jumps a foot in the air and whips around to stare at the kid-sized mouse in something between shock, horror, and complete confusion, and skitters back a few steps. They, uh, they can't quite words at the moment, because you LOOK like you should be fae but you aren't and this is really weird okay.]

[souris_keteer]

[The backing-up tells Mickey that this kid is afraid, so Mickey manages to skid to a halt, his hands out.]

It's okay! I'm not one of them wild animals out there... I'm a friend, I want to help you, if you'll let me.

[demonpuppy]

[Chip blinks and stares at Mickey, then down to his hand, then back up.]

Wh...what?

[Today has been very weird, and someone offering them help like they're just some normal kid is just icing on the cake.]

[souris_keteer]

[He stays where he is...]

My name is Mickey Mouse... I'm a friend. I promise.

[demonpuppy]

[Chip looks...doubtful, to say the least. Everything about this should be suspicious, but...they can't find it in them to distrust Mickey. It's just like how Grant was, with an earnestness that even they can't ignore. Slowly, they reach out to shake his hand, watching him carefully.]

...Chip.

[souris_keteer]

[Phew! He gives a big, warm handshake.]

It's nice to meet you, Chip. Are you hurt anywhere? Or need somethin' to eat?

[demonpuppy]

[Weird animal wanting to be their friend and immediately tries to feed them? Yeah, they're not taking that one. But--]

I...I got bit.

[Chip holds up their arm and lifts their sleeve, exposing a bite on their upper arm amid the scratches and blooming bruises.]

[souris_keteer]

All right, let me see if this'll work...

[He holds out his hands, and after a few mumbles, there's a green glow. The injuries don't go away, but the pain lessens, and some of the bruises don't look as bad.]

[demonpuppy]

[Chip stares dumbly at the magic working at their wounds--it's green, but it's not, not the way green has always looked before. The color of it is all wrong--it's not even there, it's just power with no flavor to speak of! Chip flexes their hands, feeling the pain leech out even if only a little, and look up at Mickey with wide eyes.]

What kind of magic was that?

[souris_keteer]

[Mickey pulls back, a little tired.]

Healin' magic! I also know a fire spell, but that's about it. Hopefully the more I practice it, the better I'll get, and the more it can do.

[demonpuppy]

No, I--I know it heals, but--

[Chip bites their lip and rubs their arm, wondering if they should really ask at all.]

...thank you.

[souris_keteer]

[He smiles.]

You're welcome. Don't ever be afraid to ask for help, okay? I'll be there for you.

[demonpuppy]

...okay.

[Chip isn't really sure if they should believe that. Mickey seems really earnest, almost cartoonishly innocent, even, but that doesn't mean he'll stay that way.]

Do you...do you know if there's a Doorway anywhere around?

[souris_keteer]

A doorway? ... I'm guessin' you don't just mean a plain old door, so I'll have to say no.

[demonpuppy]

[Chip shakes their head, gaze dropping to the ground. They know, realistically, that it's too much to hope for a way back to be found so quickly, but...they'd hoped. They have to hope, or else it all goes to waste.]

Is there...a safe place t' go to?

[souris_keteer]

There are houses here! I can take you around, there's bound to be some left.

[demonpuppy]

Houses left?

[What, did they just come across some old abandoned fae town or something? ...do fae even have towns?]

[souris_keteer]

Yep! Whoever used to live here left 'em in habitable.

[Which he says like this is a totally normal thing.]