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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distraction

[story_teller]

[It appears that Chiffon may be onto something.

Though faint, the wailing sound that has haunted the island since the flooding began is beginning to change direction- something that a smart, intelligent dog such as Chiffon could certainly pick up.

Whilst not rapid, it is clearly heading in their direction, something Luna may be capable of picking up for herself, several moments later.]

[holdmyhand]

[ Chiffon backs toward Luna, head lowered down defensively, and growls in an unsure tone. It's always hard to get used to this protective side of Chiffon, though it's never a surprise that it could happen. Luna sinks her shoes into the ground and stands behind her loyal companion, who begins to bark the closer the wailing gets. ]

Chiffon, it's...it's 'kay. Stay calm. [ Relax. You can't think if you're hot headed. Something she's picked up from someone here on the island. What good character development!

The wailing grows louder and louder. Luna's skin starts to crawl, and she tries to keep her focus up front, watching the area in front of them.

It's just...somewhat unnerving. The crying.

Perhaps someone's lost? ]

[story_teller]

[Hard to say. What is very easy to tell, however, is that it is not a happy sound. Through the trees, she may even catch sight of something- a cream color, flitting in and out of sight.

Well, Luna? Chiffon?

Will you investigate?]

[holdmyhand]

[ yes. The answer to adventure? Always yes. In unison, the pair steps toward the noise. A blur of soft color flashes about in the darkness, and Chiffon's stone mane stands up, trying to be somewhat threatening.

Luna's hand on her companion's back almost forces Chiffon to be calm. ]

...hello?

[story_teller]

[There is no verbal response to her query. However, something immediately swoops out from the treeline, making a beeline towards her as if carried upon the wind.

Despite the fact that the wind is blowing in the opposite direction. It's smart enough, at least, to give Chiffon a wide berth, dancing around the pokemon so that it can land safely on Luna's face.

Congratulations, Luna. You've found +1 torn page. The parchment is old, and blank- and perhaps, familiar.

And not even remotely a good sign.]

[holdmyhand]

[ she yelps when the page hits her face and pulls it off with haste.

A paper?

Chiffon loosens up and sniffs at it from her place at Luna's side. Smells like someone hasn't been coloring enough. Luna's brow furrows...it does look familiar. From that time when she was able to speak with them in the woods. Asking what the blank pages were for. ]

Storyteller? [ she pauses for a second and then shifts the page in her hands to look at both front and back. Nothing.

A chill rushes down her spine. What the heck?? Won't they miss this?

She wanders further in the direction the page came from. ]

[story_teller]

[And the wailing grows ever louder. The world is an overcast, dreary place- made all the drearier with the lack of animals calling through the jungle. No birds, no insects.

Almost as if Luna and Chiffon are completely alone in their venture, until, finally, there is a flicker between the trees once more. A second page, practically ripped in half with the force of which it had been removed from the spine of a book.

It is also blank.]