lifeaftr | Nothing like the smell of rotting ape corpse in the morning

Who: Newt and Everyone Who Either Commented or Is Listed in This Post
What: Searching that Monkey Compound
When: 10/7
Where: Everyone's on a D8
Warnings: Rotting monkey corpses? IDK, tag ur stuff, friendos

"Picking over the remnants of that bloody battle will prove quite advantageous, as long as you don't mind the smell. Not only did the monkeys fashion several abodes mounted in the branches of the trees in the compound, but they had quite a supply of various items on hand. For those who may have been concerned about islet over-crowding, it seems they need not worry; most of the homes remain undamaged, and aside from the strong smell of monkey, are completely habitable."

"Investigating the back of the compound will reveal a very small plot of farmland, where several rows of plants with dark green leaves can be seen growing. Anyone with a knack for identifying useful plants - or anyone who's simply willing to take one for the team and give them a taste - will soon discover that these leaves are the plants from which the monkeys drew their sedative. It makes quite a useful anesthetic in a pinch!"

"The sigil etched deeply onto the door itself will, as the Storyteller warned, be quite effective in keeping people out. The door repels any and all efforts to break through it; those sensitive to magic may note that it does indeed exude a very powerful and dense aura that makes its origins difficult to discern. One thing is clear, however: it will take a great deal more than teamwork between mortals to get through it." ( x )

[Welcome to the Mingle Log, Fam. Around you are the rotting corpses of many dead apes. There's also many items for you to lay claim to. Or you might feel like checking out those sweet sweet monkey nests. Or checking out that door. Whatever you feel like doing, leave a top level for people to pester you with. Or pester other people with top levels. The Mingle Log is your Oyster.]

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[Ah. That sure is a spider.]

Don't believe so, ma'am. [He tips his hat, because even if it's a talking spider person that's no reason to be rude.] Name's McCree.

[He's new.]

[She smiles, always appreciative of someone with good manners, and gives him a polite little curtsey in return.]

My name is Muffet. A pleasure to meet you, if under unpleasant circumstances. I assume you're one of the most recent batch of newcomers?

Pleasure's all mine, ma'am. [He nods, lowering his hand from his hat to wrap back around the spear. He's using it now to lean against, the pointy end stuck in the dirt.] Yeah, woke up in one o' them cages not too long ago. Y'been here for very long?

[Angela talks in things like....weeks. Months. Long enough for her disappearance to be noticeable, despite nothing seeming all that different back home.]

Ah, my apologies for the unkind welcome. This island generally isn't the easiest place to be, but it usually isn't quite so harsh.

[She nods at his question. It's hard to be sure, but she's been doing her best to keep track of the days.]

Yes, my group was the first batch of castaways to arrive, as far as we're aware. I've been here for... goodness, it must be coming up on three months, now.

Eh, could be worse. Came out mostly unscathed, with all my parts intact. Good to know it ain't the norm.

[And it is. If things aren't normally as chaotic and wild as the camp battle, then...Maybe living here is doable. Still not something McCree is too keen on, but. Surviving is never a bad thing.]

First batch? [The phrasing is...odd.] Y'mean people always show up in big groups, not one at a time?

[And, lord, being here for months already? Suppose that means if she's one of the first, she knows the island better than anyone else would, but...Something about people showing up in batches is odd. It seems...purposeful. Calculated.]

~~[Intact for now, at least...]~~

[Muffet sighs, grimacing slightly.]

Yes, I'm afraid so- at least, everyone has thus far.

[She runs down the list, idly counting them off on her fingers.]

First my group woke up on rafts in the ocean, just off the main island's coastline. Then the islets appeared- made by the Storyteller, we presume- and the second group was on them when we investigated. And now there's group number three, scattered all over the place in the middle of an already difficult situation.

[Her tone is calm and polite, but it's clear she's not any less suspicious about the situation than McCree is.]

Well twice'd be a coincidence, but after three it's a pattern. Reckon this means there'll be a forth on their way in soon.

[He rests his thumbs in his belt loops, digesting the information. It doesn't really say much of anything - people appear at the same time, land apparently just...forms out of nowhere, and nobody seems to know about how any of this works.

It's...

Well. It doesn't make things look the best, that's for sure.]

Never heard of anythin' like this ever happenin' before.

[It's not quite a question, but it is an opening - surely a talking spider would have more insight into all of this weird magical hullabaloo.]

I suspect so, although I admit it would be nice to be wrong on that.

[She sighs quietly and nods at his response.]

Nor have I, unfortunately. My own world is apparently a very strange and interesting place by many people's standards, but even we aren't used to dealing with more than one world at once.

[Magic, she gets just fine. But this shit? This shit is weird.]

Well, maybe third time's a charm and we'll accomplish whatever it is we're supposed to here.

[Though he doubts it. There has to be some rhyme and reason as to why they're here, and that...would mean a mission. Everything that happens has to have some sort of resolution.]

Reckon everyone here would come from somewhere just as strange as everyone else, but I'm glad I ain't the only person who's been caught unawares by this.

[Though maybe there are people who don't think this is all that strange.]

One can hope, certainly- although that does raise the question of what, precisely, that goal is...

[From what the Storyteller has said about it, Muffet has her own suspicions, but she still hasn't managed to uncover quite enough information to be sure of them yet.]

Oh, far from it- with the exception of one or two people who claim to have been taken away to other worlds before this, everyone was terribly confused about all this. And even those with such unfortunate experience didn't anticipate arriving here, specifically.

Seems like the powers that be really just want tall tales.

[Or maybe that was just a dream. Either way, that was the song and dance McCree remembers.

Though he can't rightly say he believes it. It's all too abstract, so while McCree can't exactly refute the Storyteller's honesty...]

You think you could do me a favor of pointing those folk out to me? [Though if they were still surprised to end up here, they might not be all that useful...] Not that I don't value your information, ma'am, but neither of us are exactly experts in this, now.

No offense taken- I've spoken to them both about the situation often, for precisely the same reasons.

And I'm willing to send you their way, of course, although I do have to add that it's up to them to decide whether or not they wish to speak of their experiences to you. It's their lives, after all. Both are human men, as far as I'm aware- Newt is a rather energetic man with light brown hair and interesting tattoos, Tim is dark haired and tends to be more soft-spoken. I believe both of them live on the islets, although I don't recall exactly which houses they've chosen.

[She deliberately doesn't mention Sans, for his own sake- she can still remember their conversation, and that he seemed more reluctant to say anything about what he went through than any of the other more... unfortunately experienced castaways. She suspects it's better not to push him.]

Nothing like the smell of rotting ape corpse in the morning

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