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

[yallstupid]

[Oh yes, he's absolutely, 300% thinking about himself as he tirelessly looks for two children that can't swim during a period of rising water. How selfish of him.

Tut fucking tut. Bad Guzma.

He curses under his breath, then rubs his fingers through the short, black hair on the back of his neck, closing his eyes and furrowing his brows. He really shouldn't work himself...he shouldn't. Those kids are way more capable than--...well, than this asshole, that's for damn sure. Amsonia, the more sarcastic one Guzma nicknamed, especially. There's way more to those kids than they let on.]

Tch...they smart kids. Knowing the both of 'em, they'll head to high ground, so the mountain, prob'ly. [They know the terrain, too, considering they were all in a search party together to explore it.] But Amsonia's a stubborn piece'a work. If you can do anything right, then drag their hide up a tree and rope 'em to it.

[A pause.]

...Turn 'em upside down and shake 'em first, though. [To loosen the KNIVES.]

[aurabble]

I hope that high ground has a boat.

[Jaune grits his teeth before he can voice that they might be too late. That maybe all of this is pointless. What happens when the island's gone? They all move to those islets? They'll just die a slower death when they do.

He also thinks sticking anyone in a tree where they can't escape as the water rises is a terrible idea.]

You can stop telling me what to do now.

[He's pretty sure he's seen more shit than this overgrown brat. He has the right. But he does head to higher ground, without saying anything else.]

[yallstupid]

[For the love of god, Guzma just wants to punch this guy in the face and hold his head under the water. One less idiot to worry about, one less mouth to feed, one less person to use up their resources. If only he could kill him and he'd stay dead though, alas.

With a roll of his eyes, Guzma shakes his head with a sigh. God, what a moron...oh well. Hopefully the kid actually does stab him. Guzma'd high five him, for sure, or maybe give him something as a reward. Seriously, just shut this idiot up for two damn seconds, his head is filled with nothing of value, and all that escapes his mouth is garbage.]

A suggestion, but take it as you will, Lillipup. [Guzma shrugs lazily, then diverges their path, because he plainly can't stand to be in Jaune's presence another second. Besides that, he does need to collect a few resources for himself and Luna before they do get destroyed, and staying with this brat won't get him anything other than a fistfight...or worse.]