January Intro: I Know the Winter's Getting Colder

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INTRO LOG: JANUARY

Who: Everyone!
What: New souls arrive to the archipelago of LifeAftr
When: January 5th and onward
Where: Chol and surrounding waters
Warnings: Mark as needed!

The Overview: New Lands
New arrivals will not be waking in the typical hub of activity; instead, they will find themselves coming to on the small island of Chol. While the island's fringes are little more than an unforgiving spread of craggy, canyon-like rock and coastal cliffs, the island dips down to form a fertile divot of edenic woodland in its center. The people living there will even be helpful and polite to you, should you inquire after them.

All new arrivals will additionally awake with knapsacks, their names stitched to the front. The contents of said knapsacks can all be found in your acceptance notices!

Icebreaker: This is the Winter of Our Youth
Unless you're someone with a fondness for the cold, you'll undoubtedly be waking with more than a slight chill in your bones. The appearance of the island of Chol has signaled a coming event of great import in LifeAftr, and unfortunately, the signs of that event's approach have already been set in motion. The temperature has begun to drop as the sun's rays begin to die, faster and faster, leading to an impressive cold snap in the ocean waters - particularly those surrounding Chol.

It is for that reason that you won't be waking on Chol, per se. Instead, you'll be waking on a thick crust of ice that's mantled itself over the ocean waters, freezing solid enough to bear your weight...for the most part. The ice won't hold forever; it isn't meant to. If you happen to be particularly vivacious in your waking, or especially active in general, thick cracks will start to spiderweb out from underneath those impacts with low, warning chunks and wrenches of fracturing ice. Better hurry to land soon, unless you care to take a little dip into those freezing cold ocean waters.

Mainland: When We Pick Over the Past
Should you make it to the land of Chol, braving the iced-over waters surrounding its craggy shores, you'll encounter something at least as startling - the people who have elected to set up a rudimentary encampment upon its lands. While a bit on the scalier side, the Jormun are nonetheless allied to you land-dwellers, and will welcome you to the island. Most will be preoccupied with preparations for an approaching siege, but many will comment idly that the cold is a sign of the coming battle. Some may point you to their leader, known to most as Munin, but others will venture hospitality based on the actions of those land-dwellers that came before you, who were successful in allying themselves to this sea-dwelling people.

Those who might have braved the cold a little too fiercely will quickly be offered some rather rough blankets - perhaps more on par with burlap sacks in terms of texture - as well as a hot brew that the Jormun call brrkshavak. Heated to a boil just prior to being served, the drink will be more than adequate in warming your weary bones, though it bodes mentioning that it is both scalding hot and made with a fleshy kind of undersea herb that is akin to crushed chili pepper in taste.

It'll warm you up, all right.

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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

[hyperlit]

[That's not precisely the answer they were imagining, but - it is an answer, and it is not one they will pursue. They are not one for arguing, or debating, or anything that requires an excess of words.]

[This is how it is, with creatures such as they.]

new?

[lightlessfuture]

[ They don't need to write to nod to that question. They had a dream about an island, and then a giant fluffy creature talked to them (???) and now they're here.

It seems straightforward enough, as weird dreams go.

how long ? They look up to watch for the Drifter's answer. They seem to be studying the other person, for...some unknown reason. ]

[hyperlit]

[How long...]

[They have to consider that for a moment. Marking time is difficult here, when the world does not turn on a regular axis. But eventually, they settle upon a number that seems right and agreeable. Their sprite chirps to deliver their answer, accordingly:]

approaching 6th month

[lightlessfuture]

[ They just nod. It was more of a passing thought than anything; they have nowhere to go, nothing to do, nowhere to be.

(They don't conceptualise time in more than the cycles of the moon as it passes through the sky; they live a simple, sparse existence, and they always have.)

Another long pause as they scratch away at the ground; they don't seem to be focusing on writing a question. Occasionally they look up at the Drifter, then quickly back down again.

It is, in fact, something that involves no words whatsoever.

They step back, apparently to look at what they've drawn. ]

[hyperlit]

[...it's them.]

[It's unmistakable. The sprite, the cloak, the helm - it's a neat, simple rendition, and for a long moment, they do not particularly know what to think or say of it. Does it have a purpose? Was it done on a whim? What understanding does this indicate? What...]

[Eventually, the scramble to manifest questions to ask falls short of the pathos that leads to the cupping of black eyes into pleased little crescents, and has the Drifter lifting one hand to form a vague u-shape with two fingers, held just over the mantle of cloth swathing the lower part of their face from view.]

[It's a smile.]

[lightlessfuture]

[ They walk over and pat the Drifter's hand, gently. It seems that they're happy with this interaction, and pleased with the reaction it's garnered.

In return for that smile, that crinkle of the eyes, they trace a curve on the smooth surface of their face, where a mouth could be. Despite the lack of certain, usually necessary components, it's a smile all the same. ]

[hyperlit]

[It really is incredible, the rate at which nonverbal language such as this can spread. They are a quick learner, to be certain, and the Drifter is quick to add:]

can teach you too
to speak in hands