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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[foreverafter]

[ Sachiko is as cold as ice. As cold as the ocean around her. For all intents and purposes, it certainly must feel like touching a corpse's cheek. Sachiko rolled her lidded eyes, and though the indignity of being spirited away herself is certainly festering with a desire to lash out at the first person who touches her cheek, she can't stop herself from spitting up the saltwater, sand, and what-have-you that built up in her lungs and stomach. Stranger still, it's all at once, not in gags. Like she was a sponge wringing itself.

A few strands of seaweed hang from her mouth, which she rips out with no hesitation. She hasn't made a single groaning noise or sound of pain or choking sound through the whole ordeal.

She had already been agitated back home. If this was the result of those students messing with her source of power, then nothing could make this worse.

ThinkThinkThinkThinkThinkThink. What if the whole shitshow hinges on play nice and you'll get to go home? That means it's probably a bad idea to stab this girl and fix up her own dress with her arteries. There's also the fact that there are multiple people around... some don't even look human. She knows how to act, but it's so completely at odds with how she feels that she keeps her face down so this girl can't see her twisted-up face. ]