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

[builditstrong]

[It's like he's there again, walking through the Hanging Gardens. Spotting the man he'd soon know to be Zulf across a divide. Navigating past the dead, remembering their names. The Tunder brothers. The Jawsons. Grady Junior and Senior. And Nordy, frozen there with his birds.]

[He rubs the back of his neck and looks away.]

Y'kin see it all, huh.

[He wouldn't really wish that sort of thing on anyone. He's got memories in his head that would frighten or depress just about anyone.]

S'okay.

[forgetmenow]

Not all, not always. But... a lot, yes. It's louder when I'm closer.

[If the memories are distracting at all, Cole doesn't show it.]

...It doesn't bother me. Feeling lets me help, lets me find the pain.

[builditstrong]

...Can ya control it? Ain't sure how I feel 'bout folk seein' inta my head.

[It's unsettling, but it's clear that the fellow isn't doing it to showoff or to be cruel.]

Fin' th' pain?

[forgetmenow]

I can... try... but it's hard. Like trying not to hear or see. It happens even when I don't think about it.

[Sometimes he digs for specific things, but mostly it just sort of... happens.]

Yes. I find someone's hurt and then something to help the hurt. Something to tell them or do for them. Make the pain less. And then they forget me.

[builditstrong]

Well...'n that case, howzabout I jus' try t'think o' better things when I'm 'round ya.

[He thinks he can manage that much. It sounds rough, having to see people's misery all the time. If he just thinks positive thoughts, it might help them both. Zia always used to say that hope was one of the most important things to have.]

Ya sound like a medic o' sorts. Helpin' folk an' all.

[But the forgetting part?]

...'M I gonna forget ya?