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January Intro: I Know the Winter's Getting Colder

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.

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.

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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[With the arrival of the new island, Mickey has begun to head over to see who could use his help. He follows the sound of the cracking ice, and begins heading toward the large man - but once he gets a good look at that face, he stops.

Because my adoptive father liked to murder children.

Oh yes. He killed several children- my age, younger. A horrible notion, is it not? To strike down the innocent, those who couldn't fight back.

The memory share hadn't been too long ago, and out of all the horrible things that had been discovered, that one clearly stuck out - especially the way that child had smiled so darkly when revealing this truth about a man who looked so warm and kind. Mickey's mind goes blank. He doesn't know what to do.

You could say he's frozen.]

[Luckily, or perhaps unluckily, Asgore is pretty quick to notice a fellow creature out on the ice. A monster? Maybe not - he's not so quick to assume that of non-humans anymore, and though there are monsters that look very much like that, this isn't somebody he recognizes.]

Oh, howdy there! [He smiles, only a touch strained.] Have you also just woken up out here?

[UHHHHHH.

Mickey's fingers twitch, unsure if he should go for his sword or not. But that's a pretty friendly introduction.]

... Not exactly. I mean, I've been here a couple of months now.

.....goodness. Is this something that happens often?

[Asgore asks with a bit of a frown; it isn't a totally unfamiliar phenomenon to him, but last time was not on such a scale.]

... About once a month, if I'm keeping score right.

[The guy's supposedly unarmed...]

For how long?

[He scans the ice again - there's definitely other figures out here with them, but none close enough to really make out clearly, or else he might have considered trying to reach them before heading for land.]

And how many?

For a long while now... It's hard to keep track here. And there are plenty of people, of all kinds. Humans, monsters...

... Children...

[He says warily and slowly.]

Hmmmmm.

[He acknowledges that with a rather grave nod. Children...there were those, in Beacon, who he did consider children after a fashion. But he knows they are (were?) basically adults by human standards. Certainly they were too old for stripes. Are these ones very young, he wonders...?

But wait, there was something else in there.]

Monsters? [Asgore scrutinizes Mickey for a second.] I'm very sorry, but are you a monster? [Recognizing every one of his subjects on sight would probably be impossible, but he still feels badly that he may have failed in that here.]

[So children isn't a trigger word there. Was Mickey wrong? Was he mis-remembering? Maybe the guy had a twin? This is getting confusing.]

No, sir, I'm a mouse. Mickey Mouse is the name.

It is nice to meet you, Mickey Mouse! I am Asgore Dreemurr.

[well there's that]

There are some among my people who rather resemble you, but I must confess we do not have your type of "mouse" in my world. [just the animal kind, which is maybe not the kindest comparison]

Yeah, I figured. My world seems to be a rarity in these parts. Humans are the most popular ones here, I think.

That seemed to be the way in the last world I visited, too. Though I suppose there were reasons, there...

[In retrospect, he's surprised they weren't all human. But then, they probably didn't have such fine control over who came...well, that's nothing that needs to be rehashed here and now.]

I hope they are all friendly, at least? [He'll start off believing the best, but hoo boy does he know how that can go]

[Wait wait wait, back up. Something important was said, can't be dismissed.]

Hold on, what do you mean "last world I visited"? You've been to other worlds before?

Twice, yes! The first time was...not intentional on my part. Rather like this, but with fewer gods and...explanations.

[Also the gods thing is weird but like, he's not gonna quibble about that.]

Shall I tell you about it as we walk? [His paws are getting cold, let's get moving.]

[Oh boy. This is going to be a long one.]

Yeah... let's head to one of the camps, they've probably started a good fire by now.

[He's actually not all that interested in relaying the entire thing. There was a lot of murder. It's a little much, probably, for a first conversation?]

The first world was rather like this - a number of us were brought suddenly to another world. We have since made peace with the ones responsible, and now we have access to their technology. That is how we traveled to the second world.

If time were not frozen back home, it could be a way back from here. But as things stand... [It doesn't sound like anyone is going to be able to even think of coming to help them.]

[Time frozen back home... That does sound a little bit like what the Storyteller had said...]

Then how were you brought here? We've been trying to figure that out, how we all come here and why we keep coming here.

Gosh, I don't know. If the Storyteller does not know yet, then I certainly could not guess. It is probably not quite the same thing...

[He trails off, and is quiet for a second or two.]

The previous method did not affect time in the worlds we left, to anyone's knowledge.

... So we're still at square one.

[A little depressing.]

... All right. In that case, you should know people from your world might be here. Your home world.

Oh?

[The question is pure surprise, asked before his sudden worry can set in. He hadn't planned to return, to possibly see his people again, for a little longer yet. He is not prepared.

Maybe it was foolish to think he could be.]

There's Muffet the a spider-woman... A goat child named Asriel, and little human boys who know you.

[He bites his lip, anticipating which will get his reaction.]

[Asgore goes very, very still. It's at Asriel's name, if you're curious; the two boys are probably - but they are not his.]

I beg your pardon.

[A-ha. There we go. Hand on the sword, but he doesn't draw it out.]

Muffet, Asriel, two human children. I meant what I said. They're here. They've been here a while.

Asriel is here?

[He raises a shaky paw to cover his mouth. There are tears in his eyes, and the hand on the sword honestly goes completely unnoticed.

It's not impossible. He knew that - he is still standing here, isn't he, months after his own death? But it has been so long, it felt impossible. He hadn't considered the notion once; it wasn't something he could have allowed himself to dream of.]

[... So this man is the real deal. He is the father to those children.

But he was called a murderer, and that can't be ignored, no matter how many heartstrings those tears tug.]

He's safe, and he has friends. But I... can't bring you to him.

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