November Adventure: The Good, The Bad, And The Dirty

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NEW ISLAND: MONSUN

Who: Everyone!
What: Monsun appears, and a new adventure begins.
When: November 24th
Where: Across the islands!
Warnings: Tag as you go!

I've Never Been Better- Or Worse
As per the Storyteller's advice, the morning of the 24th will find characters waking to the sight of land in the far distance; Monsun is now accessible for one-way travel. Your mission, should you choose to volunteer for it? Traverse to this new land, and locate the mana pool. All characters will be reminded on departure that they may not be capable of returning until they have, so pack wisely.

The land of Monsun, even from a distance, may strike travelers as a peculiar one. One half appears to be made up of lush, deciduous woodland entirely at odds with the coastal, tropical aesthetic that Ensō so boasts. The other half appears to be dry and bare, full of cracking cliffs and sandy wastelands. Indeed, once characters set foot on this new land, they will discover that this is precisely the case: the island is divided by a dark ribbon of water, an east side rich with life and a west side stark and rife with danger.

And yet, it isn't that simple.

Feeling prepared? Now is the time to make arrangements and collect what you'll need for the journey. Find companions, say goodbye to loved ones- and of course, take your first step forwards into new lands. Best of luck, adventurers.

You may need it.

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Welcome to the new island of Monsun! As the island is now accessible, feel free to begin preparations and explorations in this log- or create new ones of your own! For further information in regards to the island, or plotting, the following links may prove handy:

OOC info and plotting post

Group Arrangements and RNG Group Opt-ins

Monsun on the locations page

Search Requests

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Comments

[postictal]

What - by swimming?

[Something about that seems to horrify him. He can tread water, sure, keep his chin above sea level, but he doesn't particularly enjoy water, nor does he willingly go swimming around in it just because he can.]

You can't make me.

[thisisourfuture]

You're free to do as you wish. [His eyebrows come up again. That's completely out of what he expected.]

Your choices are yours to make.

[postictal]

No they're not.

[It's said darkly, rife with an underlying meaning he can't explain and doesn't want to explain. But he's shifting back, step for step, already eyeing Hinata like he expects him to go off on him at any second - waiting for him to lunge in apparent hostility, or to turn a phrase into an indictment against him.]

They never are.

[thisisourfuture]

...Were you trapped too? [None of their choices on Jabberwock were theirs. Everything was driven by the grinning, black and white bear with laughter that only stirred up dread. He takes a step back himself unaware he's done it.]

[postictal]

Trapped?

[The word carries a connotation that sounds like it might be specific to something - and Tim can't say what, but he's not sure he wants to know, really. Sure, he's been trapped in certain respects. In abstract ways, in literal ones, in terrifyingly physical ones.]

What...in what way?

[thisisourfuture]

...

[The words just don't come and he lets go of the stick, putting a hand to his forehead. He lets it fall and tries again.]

...By someone taking your choices from you.

[postictal]

Hasn't everyone?

[That's what happened in October, wasn't it? There was a whole stink about it. Everyone was furious, and rightfully so.]

[thisisourfuture]

[The caves were one thing. No one had to kill each other. It was awful and screwed up but-]

...I'm not talking about the caves. Nevermind. [He murmurs, the formerly flat voice having a slight note of exhaustion.]

You can keep going I'll look into this.

[postictal]

[He can speak for himself. Plenty of people did. Plenty of people felt they'd no choice but to kill each other. Kill - or be killed.]

[That thought doesn't belong to him. God, can't he do anything right? Can't he just stop dragging fingers across the contours of other people's minds and memories for fucking once in his life?]

[He doesn't need further telling. Tim backs up several paces, wavering, but then he twists and disappears into the foliage with a loud crackle of fading footsteps.]