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

[story_teller]

[The rabbit tilts their head to one side, and then to another as they mentally chart the names offered. They can think of no one who bears them, or those aliases. When the pool of newcomers and more seasoned folk is so small compared to the vastness of infinite worlds and the universes that contain them, it does not take very long at all.]

I cannot say I am aware that they are. [But of course, they are not omniscient. Their reach is not infinite.] Perhaps another day.

[demon_doctor]

And perhaps not. That may be for the best.

[For them, and for him. That's two less people to potentially earn passage home for, if leaving this place is anything like leaving the Downside. And while their current home is cruel, at least it's a cruelty they're familiar with. Unknowns are dangerous things.

Oralech inclines his head, then, and speaks wtih sincerity:]

I offer you my thanks for that answer, Storyteller. If you have nothing particular to impart, then I have taken enough of your time.

[story_teller]

[The rabbit's nose twitches in quiet, patient acknowledgment. The tome swishes slowly shut with the creaking of its spine. The impact shushes a wave of dust out from between the covers.]

I must thank you for your courtesy; precious few of your fellows seem to employ it.

[demon_doctor]

They are frustrated. Conscious of it or not, I imagine they find you a more satisfying target than yelling at trees and the island itself.

[He gives a light shrug. Oralech feels the same frustration, but if the Storyteller speaks the truth and is merely the witness they paint themselves as, confrontation is a waste of effort.]

As long as you are not barring my way home, I have no quarrel with you.

[story_teller]

Given the destruction such interlopers have brought to my island, I cannot say I am pleased regarding their presence.

[Coupled with a delicate, almost affronted sniff that wouldn't seem out of place on a disapproving science teacher.]

[demon_doctor]

Then I can assure you that I, at least, will be as happy to leave as you will to be rid of me.

[And happier still if whatever brought him here can be mastered and made to return him directly to the Commonwealth - but, that's maybe a thought for another time. Oralech gives a parting nod and starts back along the path.]