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

[postictal]

[A kid and a bird. Unfortunately, that doesn't exactly narrow it down. They've got a whole mess of stab-happy kids here. Seems like the Storyteller has a knack for fostering a child army in the same vein as Ozuma. Hilarious.]

Next time someone decides to set up an island tabloid, I'll be sure to let them know. [There's a dryness to the tone that doesn't quite undercut the faint amusement there, veiled as it is. He adds the last bit casually, like it's no big, like he's not the least bit curious:]

Kid give you a name?

[yourattention]

I was a little busy to ask a name, but the shirt they were wearing was striped, which I thought was weird because . . . he always wore stripes.

[Connor says the last bit more quietly, without the flippancy he normally has.]

[postictal]

[Striped. Narrows it down to two, though the fight part kind of implies that it'd be Chara - "Kidwun," as far as this guy here is concerned. Gotta remember the kid's cover, even if the kid themself doesn't seem to always.]

[The shift in his demeanor as he says it is immediate enough for Tim to take notice, lifting one eyebrow.]

He?

[yourattention]

Some guy I knew.

[The way he says it is evasive, but not in a way that seems like he wants to talk about it. Then he overcompensates into being aggressively nonchalant.]

He always wore blue-striped shirts, and it was lame just like him.

[postictal]

[The tone he uses for "some guy" is the same sort of tone Tim uses whenever Jay comes up, which isn't often - not as often in conversation, anyway - which implies...]

[Well, it implies a whole hell of a lot, actually. Not that he feels up to touching on that now. Meaning it's time to focus on the part of this conversation he feels he can follow.]

Green and yellow stripes, short hair?

[yourattention]

No? [There's an edge of confusion to the word because he just said blue, but then he realizes what Tim's actually asking.] Oh, wait. The shithead kid? Yeah, green and yellow stripes and like something out of a conservative's nightmare because fuck if I was going to assume their gender and be wrong about it.

[He's been called "Connie" enough times that he's well aware how much that shit sucks.]

[postictal]

[He'd laugh at that if he could. Really. That might've been exactly the kind of ambiguity they were going for.]

That was Kidwun. And you're probably better off not assuming anything about them.

[yourattention]

Kidwun. [Is that like. A tumblr url they go by in real life???? That sounds like a tumblr url they go by in real life.] That has to be made up. Please tell me that's made up.

[postictal]

[Funnily enough? Tim would be one of the only four people on the island who can say with confidence that it is, in fact, made up, because he could issue their real name. But this is their story; he's sticking to it.]

Hey, what'd I just say about assuming? It's what they go by, all right? Seems to make them and Kittu, [he pulls the word out with considerable relish] happy.

[yourattention]

Assuming makes an ass out of you and me, yeah yeah. Thanks, dad. [It's possible Connor Murphy is an absolute hypocrite who will do the exact things he gets mad at other people for doing.] I'm just asking because if it's what they want to be called and they made it up then that's legit but I have a personal rule about unfortunate legal names.

[It's not a rule, they just make him uncomfortable because he nearly got stuck being Larry Murphy Jr. and that's something he doesn't like to be reminded of.]

[postictal]

They're a kid with a lot of knives and the ability to use them. Just putting it out there? Probably best.

[Granted, he already knows that if they realize Connor is here properly, they'll probably make a point of ensuring that he knows they're armed. He definitely seems in the teenager range, but he's far enough past the realm of "child" to count as an adult when it comes to threat level.]

[But, hey. These things are relative.]

Far as I can tell, they definitely seem to prefer it that way.

[yourattention]

I'll keep that in mind for the next time I want to die, I guess. [He's joking, at least in this moment.] Bleeding out after being stabbed by a child can't be any more embarrassing than overdosing in a park.

[postictal]

Speaking as someone who's sorta managed to do both of those things, I'm pretty sure neither is the best way to go out.

[Not that he'd minded, particularly, when Chara put a knife through his soul as it beat red and glistening outside his chest. He didn't necessarily mind tearing himself apart for their sake; he just minded the fact that he apparently faded out indefinitely afterward, and left them stranded with the knowledge that he wasn't coming back.]