lifeaftr | November Intro: Red Sun Rises Like an Early Warning

INTRO LOG: NOVEMBER

Who: Everyone!
What: New souls arrive to the archipelago of LifeAftr
When: November 3rd and beyond
Where: Ensō
Warnings: Mark as needed!

The New Arrivals: Hold My Hand
When you wake, it will be to the lapping of waves, frothed with foam...pulling at your hair, your skin, your clothing. The sand is soft and wet beneath you, but it's several inches submerged. And the longer you stay here, the more obvious it will be that the water level of the ocean ringing this strip of island has begun to to rise, and not merely because the tide has started to come in.

And what's more? You can tell that something else about this entire situation is horribly, horribly wrong.

Perhaps you've lost some special power. Perhaps some piece of your memory is freshly and disconcertingly blank. Perhaps you've just discovered that one of your senses is missing, or that you've been rendered unable to speak, or you've been struck by a debilitating fatigue. Not only are you stranded in some unfamiliar place, stuck on a rapidly flooding beach, but you aren't even doing it in full possession of all your faculties.

For those who agreed to put themselves at a disadvantage for a stranger, these are your consequences. If you're unclear as to the handicap your character has been assigned, if any, please check your initial acceptance notice!

All new arrivals will additionally awake with knapsacks, their names stitched to the front. The contents of said knapsacks can also be found in your acceptance notices!

For All: It's a Long Way Down
The water isn't a problem for the newest arrivals, either. It seems that the waters all over Ensō have started to rise, slowly at first, and then with a steadily increasing rate. At first, you might be forgiven for assuming the tide must simply be unusually high, or maybe that the island's begun to sink. But the longer it endures, the more obvious it becomes that neither is the case.

The water has begun to rise. Something is wrong with the island itself, or the being living on it, and now there is nothing preventing the water's inexorable approach as it steadily washes over and over the mainland. In fact, if you listen closely, you might even be able to hear a peculiar sound tearing over the cold rush of the coastal wind; something akin to a desolate wailing.

Either get to high ground - and quickly - or find out what's causing this. But either way, we suggest you hurry...because there are a great deal of newly arrived, very disoriented folk on the beach that could really, really use your help.

As a final note to those who participated in the Test Drive Meme, bear in mind that those threads, if all parties involved would like, can be game canon in the form of dream-like memories involving a place very much like this one, though the layout is considerably different.

Feeling a tad adrift? Make sure to check the Locations Page, which has details regarding the starting areas and a handy map for those who feel better with a bird's eye view!

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I know.

[Connor doesn't say anything else for a moment, the fact that he's been asked a question not entirely registering.]

If I say no and tell you to leave me here are you gonna feel bad about it later?

[Komaeda has to pause a moment, as if he had to think about it properly before responding.]

Even though you're a stranger, If I was the cause of your death it would be rather upsetting. However, if that is what you truly want I won't get in the way. As long as it's your choice. Though, I don't think dying here will accomplish much for anyone.

[On the one hand: that is what he wants. He wants to be free of the burden of existing and failing to meet other people's expectations. On the other hand: when you're falling in a forest and when you hit the ground? All you want is for somebody to find you.]

Fine. [Connor raises one of his arms in Komeda's direction. It takes him a considerable amount of effort.] Help me up.

[He reached out to take Connor's hand with his right, pulling him up as best he could. There was a bit of effort to it that would have probably been helped if he had used his left as well, but he kept that hand behind him out of sight.]

There we go.

[Connor sways slightly, the sudden transition from lying in the sand to sitting upright making the world spin unpleasantly. When it stops, it suddenly occurs to him that this is . . . definitely not ~~Kansas~~ Pennsylvania. It looks like Hawaii or some shit.]

Two questions before I try to actually stand up and probably fall on my ass: one, is this the afterlife? Two: if the answer is no, then where the hell am I?

It shouldn't be the afterlife, I'm rather certain I haven't managed to die yet. As for where... that's a good question.

[He waved his hand a bit dismissively as he softly chuckled.]

I'm not convinced it's not all a simulation, but who knows?

Okay, but if I'm dead and you're alive then who's flying the plane?

[That doesn't even make sense, Connor.]

A mystery.

But then, I could also be wrong. There isn't exactly a lot to work with here.

So what you're saying is this is some Black Mirror shit.

[You know what? He's gonna get up. It takes him a minute, all of his movements slow and calculated, but eventually he's standing.]

Do you wanna, like, exchange names so we can pretend like we're friends or are you good?

Possibly?

[He wasn't familiar with the reference, but it seemed safe enough to assume yes.]

Ah... I suppose I've neen rude not to introduce myself. My name is Komaeda Nagito... former super high school level lucky student?

[It felt weird no matter how he introduced himself. Leaving out the title or keeping it, both felt wrong.]

Connor Murphy, former high school fuckup and all-around unlikeable guy.

[He holds a hand out expectantly, because he . . . used to be a nice kid, once, and the manners are still buried somewhere in his little black heart.]

[It takes Komaeda a moment to catch on, though he had traveled over sees he didn't exactly meet people formally that often. He reached out and took Connor's hand.]

That's quite the description for yourself. Most people usually try and put forth a positive look for others.

I just tried to drown myself, so I think we're past the point where I lie to you about myself.

[He was never a fan of lying to begin with, but he figures that especially when someone's caught you in the middle of trying your best to die you probably owe it to them to at least be honest.]

Ah, I see. I suppose I shouldn't judge too harshly, how can trash tell someone else not to call themselves trash as well.

[They were just different types of garbage.]

I always lead with the worst of me.

[Connor huffs out something that might have been a laugh, if he were capable of laughing. He bends down to pick up a waterlogged messenger bag, opening it and rummaging through it and dumping what seems like an endless amount of soggy index cards onto the beach.]

It keeps people from being disappointed.

I suppose thats a way to think about it, but isnt it more a way to keep people away? People will be dissapointed regardless.

[Slinging the messenger bag across his body, Connor shrugs.]

Maybe I like it better that way. [He tries for the same glib tone as the rest of his comments and doesn't quite manage.] Maybe I work better as a lone wolf.

November Intro: Red Sun Rises Like an Early Warning

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