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

[ohnehalfte]

Okay, well obviously it doesn’t matter if opposing forces should be here or not. From all appearances, they are here. So yeah, the fact of the matter is that we have no idea what it’s keeping in or out or hiding from you. The question is: what opposing forces had a beef with you before and why, and would any of them have interest in cashing in on that?

[story_teller]

Perhaps, like yourself, they simply elect to mistrust me purely on principle.

[ohnehalfte]

[the corner of Newt’s mouth quirks into a smirk, not at all put off by the descriptor of himself—if anything, he’s proud of it] Definitely a possibility, but also not an answer to my question. This might come as a surprise, but I was more looking for specifics.

[story_teller]

[Of course he is.]

You always do. Unfortunately, I doubt I can help you there. A creature as old as myself does not live for so very long without making enemies.

[ohnehalfte]

Okay, yeah, never heard that before. [cue eyeroll] Give me the top five, dude. Your most likely suspects.

[story_teller]

And you would expect explanations to accompany each one, would you? Or do you prefer simply having every conceptual underpinning dropped into your skull, divorced from context?

[ohnehalfte]

I mean, I'd prefer the former, but knowing you, I'm expecting the latter. [dryly]

[story_teller]

Discern what lingers behind it first.

[The dog's tail thumps decisively across the sand.]

Only then can I say.

[ohnehalfte]

[Newt's eyes narrow at that--it's about what he expected, but still...]

...is there any way to figure out what's inside without breaking the seal?

[story_teller]

Can any of you walk through solid stone?

[ohnehalfte]

[.....]

I mean...[Newt frowns, slightly, in thought]...maybe?

[Taako DID have magic missile. Maybe has some other Dungeons and Dragons spells? There were some that let people walk through stone, though Newt doesn't think that Taako is a druid, probably. But it's worth an ask.]

[story_teller]

Then I suppose that might suffice. I can promise nothing, however; it's possible the seal's energy expands beyond the door itself.

[Extremely probable, in fact, else they would have tunneled straight in.]

It is breakable, however. Very breakable. Even if it requires mortal work to make it so.

[ohnehalfte]

[Newt sits back a bit, folding his arms in thought]

Okay. So with that in mind, what does breaking the seal require?

[story_teller]

Destroying the object upon which it is imprinted.

[So, the door.]

[Talk about a heck of an entrance.]

[ohnehalfte]

Alright, so destroy the door, destroy the seals, got it.

[...this is all really aggravating.]

Not that I'm totally on board with actually opening that thing up yet. But still.

[story_teller]

Nor am I.

[That's worry, undeniably. A unilateral concern for whatever might be within.]

You may always find a way in. But that does not mean whatever lies within cannot find a way out, as well.

[ohnehalfte]

Yeah, I'm aware of that, too. [Newt rubs a hand across his eyes, making a frustrated sound.]

Is it better to keep whatever is in there sealed and hope that it doesn't bite us in the ass, or is it better to know what's coming and get it over with? [...that question is absolutely rhetorical]

[story_teller]

[He likes questions so much; how are they meant to know which are rhetorical and which are not?] Personally, the former seems more prudent. You are, after all, reasonably more stocked with supplies now, thanks to your genocide.

[ohnehalfte]

[Newt's eyes narrow at that, and he just...flips the Storyteller the bird. Like an adult.

Once that's done, however, he sits up with a huff]

Alright, well, I guess that's something to go on for the next couple of days until the next shitstorm rolls through. I still have some questions about water though, because that shit's still way too vague.

[story_teller]

[What? They don't mince their words. That's precisely what it was.]

For now I would that I've answered enough of your questions. [Particularly since he made no effort to distinguish between the rhetorical and the not.]

[ohnehalfte]

[Newt wrinkles his nose at that]

Questions about a thing that you need answers for also, dude. So I'd say that's up for debate.

[story_teller]

Then perhaps you ought to come up with a list prior to engagement.

[ohnehalfte]

I would, if I had anything to write with. [grumping, at that. It's really really annoying to not be able to write or record anything aside from scratching the days off on the wall.]

[story_teller]

[...hm.]

I'll take it under advisement. It's my understanding that paper is a difficult thing to devise from scratch.

[They could probably grant him some...if someone wasn't so adamant on not participating in Storytellings, and making it much easier for them to help him.]

[ohnehalfte]

Generally, yeah. [Yes, well, we all know how likely that is to take place after the next week happens l o l]

So....water. I get that you're not a fan, but I've been trying to quantify the water thing and, like...is the water a god like you? Or what is it? Because where I'm from, water isn't sentient.