November Intro: Red Sun Rises Like an Early Warning

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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.

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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.

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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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Comments

[souris_keteer]

[Mickey blinks, that macabre sense of humor making no sense to him.]

Huh? ... It sure is! Welcome to the island.

[yourattention]

Do you always look like this? [Oh my god, Connor, you can't just ask people why they're cartoons.] Like, is this supposed to put me at ease for afterlife orientation? Because I'm not.

[souris_keteer]

[Yep, he still doesn't get it.]

I'm startin' to wonder how many places out there don't have people like me... Oh well.

[he offers a hand to shake.]

My name's Mickey Mouse. What's yours?

[yourattention]

. . . Connor.

[He takes the offered hand warily. This is either the weirdest afterlife or he is literally talking to Mickey Mouse and honestly Connor doesn't know which is worse.]

If this isn't the afterlife, where am I?

[souris_keteer]

[He shakes Connor's hand, and of course his touch is nice and soft.]

It's nice to meetcha, Connor. This is the island! We all kinda wound up here without really knowing why, but we're working on finding the answers.

[yourattention]

Great, I always wanted to be on Survivor.

[There is actually half an emotion in his voice when he says that. It's not about the island situation, though: it's because it dawned on him that he probably didn't know anybody here and therefore nobody would know he was Connor Murphy who threw a printer at a teacher in second grade.]

So, uh. What's happened so far this season?

[souris_keteer]

[Once the handshake is good and over, he pulls back.]

Well, uh... we've had to fight off giant apes, some kind of wind-sucking monster, and then we got trapped in a crystal cave.

I think that's about everything?

[yourattention]

[He should say something sarcastic, something to deflect from having to critically think about anything that's going on, but he can't actually think of anything to say for a moment.]

. . . Sounds. Sounds wild. Uh, quick question: where does everybody live?

[He was joking about the Survivor thing, but apparently that's just gonna be how it is. That's. This is fine. Camping is fine.]

[souris_keteer]

There are a bunch of empty houses and cabins all along the islets. And the gorillas had homes too that you can take if you want!

[yourattention]

Cool. That's . . . cool. [So far, Connor gives the afterlife a -10/10. He hates everything about it, thanks.] Um. I'm just gonna grab my bag, get up, and pretend like none of this is happening.

Because it isn't.

[souris_keteer]

[Ah, this attitude. He's seen it before too.]

That kinda thinkin' ain't gunna get you far. I know it's not a nice situation, but denial doesn't do a thing.

[yourattention]

I'm super dead, talking to Mickey Mouse, and in what sounds like the worst survivalist reality TV show in the history of reality TV. [He's already grabbing his bad and dumping index cards on the beach.] Even if this is happening, I don't want to deal with it.