October Intro: Aftermath Mingle

[lifeaftr_mods]

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

[unpurify]

[When you go without stopping, you get tired. That was simple logic. And the Batter was one to push things, including himself, to the absolute limit.

So once he returned to the place he had claimed as shelter and retrieved his items, the man fell asleep. The Batter often only slept the minimum amount required, but once he fell asleep, he stayed asleep. Perhaps it was something calling him back to the coma he was meant to be in. Perhaps not.

Regardless a dream blooms before his eyes. What exactly the place looks like he doesn't know or care. It may simply be a black or white void or something else entirely. Perspectives, after all, ruled over a being such as himself. The Batter doesn't care so it's up to the Storyteller to find out. If they want, that is.

He's sitting at least, and doesn't look angry at the God's appearance. But when has he 'looked' like anything?]

You are here.

[Hi.]

[story_teller]

And so are you.

[For the time being, it appears existing within a liminal space may, in fact, be a mutual trait. Between what has, what was, what is, what should be...

The fire crackles merrily on, as always. The black void remains silent and unshifting throughout.]

Did you enjoy your little tryst, you and your kin?

[unpurify]

[The fire is warm and the air is cold. Unchanging as always.]

No. I don't enjoy anything.

[Maybe, once upon a time, that wasn't quite true. But the Batter could no longer remember such times. It had been lost to the march of time in a decaying world. Slipped through his fingers like dirty water.

And he could never touch it again.]

Why are you here.

[Less of a question and more a sift in conversation topics. But it was something he wanted to know. The battle was over but maybe not done with, as it apparently never was. The Batter wouldn't exist otherwise.]

[story_teller]

You may wish to stop and smell the flowers more often, then. I'm sure Ren would delight in joining you.

[Not a queen, or a child breathing their last beneath the lashings of a deadly bat- but one cannot know their preferences until they have fully experienced things.

But the Batter is, as always, very quick to reach the point.]

I am here to examine the door. I'm sure you have noticed it, yourself?

[unpurify]

[Figures. As a God, it stand to reason that the Storyteller would know about the conversations people had on the island. But there's no point as it wouldn't change anything.

He's said it before and he'll say it again: Escaping from your purpose is impossible.]

The one that will not open?

[Was there something inside of it that interested the Storyteller?]

[story_teller]

No. An entirely different door, one that is simple to open and leads to nowhere of interest.

[What door do you think it is- or is sarcasm going to go over his head....]

[unpurify]

[No it doesn't. Just because he was unemotional doesn't mean he can't pick it up from others.

That said, he doesn't care.]

Do you want it open?

[story_teller]

[There's really no point in playing with this one; he truly does not get the joke. The ape sighs heavily.]

Yes, I would very much like you to go beyond a door that is meant to keep even the gods away.

[unpurify]

[You want to play with him? Invest in a roller coaster then.]

Then what do you want with it.

[Get to the point already.]

[story_teller]

I want to turn the doors into a dining table. The wood grain has a rather delightful color.

[You're being very dull, Batter.]

Find out what is on the other side, of course. If someone has gone to so many lengths to keep me out, then what, do you think, that may imply?

[unpurify]

[Hopefully he isn't being kept around for his personality.]

They want you to stay out. And it is important, somehow.

[Which definitely begs the question: "What on this island is being kept away from a God?"]

Are there others?

[It may be a pointless question since it's possible the Storyteller doesn't know. But it isn't the first time the Batter has met a God that wasn't omniscient.]

[story_teller]

[He most certainly isn't.]

It is impossible to say. What is beyond that door is for you to discover first, myself second. It may be an important source of information.

Or it could be a trap. Neither of us will know until you get there.

[unpurify]

[An important source of information or a trap. Figures. But the Batter isn't going to blame the Storyteller either way. They're much the same as the Puppeteer.

So either he or the others open it and find out the former or the latter, or they don't and nothing happens. That's all, for now.]

Alright. Are there any more of those creatures here?

[The Batter is sure a number of people would have liked a heads up if the Storyteller knew about them. And a forewarning of more would be useful.]

[story_teller]

The monkeys? I highly doubt it. If there were, they'd long since be without food.

[Still. Doubt is not a guarantee.]

From what I can discern, the area that has been sealed away is not above the ground. It makes for a difficult environment for long-term survival.

[unpurify]

[True. It was a pointless thing for someone like the Batter to keep in mind, but it would be for the best if everyone else who checked out the door to go in armed once it was opened.]

I see.

[It may not only be the environment that makes things difficult. But it was useless to think about 'what ifs' until the door itself was taken care of.]

Is there anything else?

[story_teller]

That is all for now. When I have further details, I will be sure to let you know.

[You can go be awkward around someone else now, Batter.]

[unpurify]

[Rude.]

Okay.

[He stands up and walks away into the void. It wraps around the man and lulls him back into a deep sleep until the moment he wakes up yet again.]