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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[No. No, she did not. Oceans are new, okay? Tides and rising waters and waves-it's just too much to keep track of, honestly, especially when your mind is focused on garbage expansion.

She doesn't expect anyone to come up from behind and the noise startles her, causing her to twist around to see what the heck is going on. For a moment, it looks like she's going to bolt out of there.

But within seconds, she recognizes the clearly exhausted Ed and turns back to find her bag finally within her reach. Even if she doesn't say it, she's clearly grateful to have it back by the way she clutches it to her chest.

Treasures she could live without. The medicine in the front pocket is another story.]

The water took it. I wasn't looking and it went away.

[She wasn't fooling around...much.]

Just keep a better eye on it, okay? Now come on, we gotta get you to higher ground.

[The bag hadn't been too heavy, honestly...he could probably carry it and Ren together on a short flight. And it would be worth the strain to get her further inland. Ed looks at the rising tide line and the jungle between them and the mountain, and starts to unfold his wings.]

Hey, you willing to trust me right now?

Okay. I won't lose it again.

[She slides the bag onto her back the moment he speaks again. She'll take his advice to heart. Never again will her bag go for an ocean joyride.

The second question makes her pause and she watches his wings unfold, looks back to his tired face, and tries to make sense out of all of it. It's not a matter of trust, so much as concern over him and a fear of anything new.]

What are you doing?

Gonna fly you inland a bit. It'll be faster than walking, save a bit of time.

[He looks down and sees her concerned expression, and responds with a small grin.]

I won't fly very high, promise.

That won't hurt you?

[She's not thrilled about the prospect of flying, in general, whether it's high or not. She's a heathen that prefers having her feet touch the ground in some manner, but the rising water is making her nervous enough to consider it. Her main concern is the guy in front of her now. She's no expert on wings or monsters or birds or things like that-it just seems difficult to manage.]

You can fly and I can run. It's okay. I'm good at running from scary things.

[The rising ocean being The Scary Thing of the day.]

[Ed might be exhausted to an extreme degree, but he's not about to let that on to Ren. She doesn't need to be worrying about him--and besides, he's muscled through worse than this. It's not a huge deal.]

Nah, I'll be fine. You're not that big, kiddo.

[But if she doesn't want off the ground, he won't push it. His wings fold back up again, and he holds out his hand.]

I'll keep you company on the ground. Sound fair?

Okay.

[That does sound fair. For both of them. It eases any concerns she has about him and pushes away the fear that had started to set in. The moment she takes his hand, a smile appears on her face. This is better. Monster hand or not, it's warm. It's nice. And she's glad to have it.]

Does Ed like to fly? Does that make you happy?

[His ears flick slightly with his surprise at Ren's question as he sets off with her, keeping a slow pace for her smaller strides (or so he tells himself).]

I enjoy it, or I wouldn't have asked for wings where I was before, but I don't know I'd say it makes me happy, specifically. It's more...useful, I guess would be the best way to put it. It was dangerous where I was before, and I needed any advantage I could get.

[?????????

You can ask for wings? That's how it works? Maybe it's a situation similar to the one they're in, where there's a storyteller that can exchange items for wild tales. Only it was...wings for stories, maybe?]

You're from a scary place.

[-too. Is what she wants to add.

It's weird that he would be from somewhere scary-dangerous-when his appearance almost makes him the frightening creature most would run from. He had startled her at first, but when he was willing to go on the 'treasure hunt' with them, her view of him softened considerably.]

Did you have to hide?

[Maybe-]

In the clouds? Were you safe in those things?

November Intro: Red Sun Rises Like an Early Warning

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