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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Y'don't look much like a fox.

[Admittedly, McCree is no expert on foxes, but he has learned a little bit about Japanese folklore. Kind of came with the territory when you started working with a guy who's family had an ancient tradition of spiritual dragon companions.

Granted, most of McCree's knowledge on other folklore and even the Shimada's deal came from reading up after getting curious. Genji wasn't exactly keen to talk about much of anything just yet.

Though as for what this new stranger is, he has new clue. Looks kind of like a really half-assed furry.]

Though I think you might got bigger problems than that.

[Like the water that doesn't seem like it's going to stop any time soon. Why this has all started, he doesn't know.

After what happened in the caves, he doesn't want to know. He's been here for all of a month and he is already so tired of all of these unsolved mysteries.]

Thanks, I guess. I don't feel much like one either. They're the only thing coming to me right now though...

[It's possible that it's because kitsune can transform. That almost seems somewhat familiar. But does that mean he can transform too? Try as he might, all Keaton gets for his attempts at remembering is one big blank.

He turns his head to look at McCree and... Huh. That sure is an outfit. There's nothing in all of Nohr and Hoshido that can really compare. It honestly looks almost a little cool to Keaton, though he's not going to admit that now.]

What's a bigger problem than this... Is it that I've gone and lost all my treasures? Now all I've got is this.

[Keaton lifts up the nag he arrived with, shaking it a little to let the contents jingle around inside. Losing his treasures is a pretty big problem... Maybe not quite as big as the water coming in, but hey.]

There's a lot a animals and species out there in the world that ain't just mythical fox spirits, though I wouldn't call myself a biologist.

[And, yes, okay, McCree hasn't seen a man with a fluffy tail and fuzzy ears before this very moment, so he doesn't exactly know what's going on here.

It's definitely odd and strange you wouldn't know what you are, but this place seems to have a funny way of messing with people. Whether that's all intentional or not remains to be seen.

His money is currently on "both".]

Most folks don't seem to come in with much, so I'm 'fraid you probably won't be gettin' none of your treasures back any time soon.

[Though treasure wouldn't do much in a place like this. Granted, when McCree thinks treasure he's thinking of it...very literally. Gold, gems, the whole kit and caboodle.

Also the biggest problem is definitely survival, but he's not about to go and question a furry's priorities.]

... Yeah. I wouldn't call you a biologist either.

[Mostly because what the heck is a biologist, that's not a familiar word.]

But really, you're not just yanking my tail here? [There's the most defeated sounding sigh at that.] Well, this is officially one of the worst days I've ever had. Guess it's goodbye to all the bats and bones and everything else in my collection!

[He drops the bag by his side and crosses his arms in a huff. It almost looks like he might be sulking.]

November Intro: Red Sun Rises Like an Early Warning

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