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

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[thejaw]

[Asgore may pose a somewhat intimidating figure, but the, uh, 'MR DAD GUY' sweater is helping to offset that. Plus, Brian is cold, so after a brief moment of hesitation, he accepts the offer and sits down opposite Asgore. It's a deliberate decision to sit as far from him as possible, and one leg remains folded underneath Brian, ready to spring himself up if needed.

He's been seeking out heat, but he's not seeking a conversation, and so Asgore will be met with awkward silence.]

[journalname]

[well that's too fucking bad, you have fallen into his CONVERSATION TRAP]

Howdy! My name is Asgore.

IM BACK, OOPS

[thejaw]

[NOOOOOO, he should have seen it coming...

Brian startles a little when Asgore speaks, and rocks up onto his feet, as though he plans to run. There are a few moments of very uncomfortable silence where he remains in his position... before sinking back down onto his knees. Embarrassing.

He just nods in reply. After a moment, he digs around in his pocket, pulls out and unfolds a piece of paper, and holds it up. It reads;]

i am brian

[There's a small grin on his face, hidden under his mask. I am Brian. It's a funny joke.]

[journalname]

.....oh. Hello, Brian.

[His voice is much softer now, having already scared Brian - he's already seated, though, and Asgore's just not sure what else he can do to look less threatening. He's wearing the dad guy sweater.]

Would you prefer to sign? I have met some other speakers here, and the form they use is one that I also know...

[thejaw]

[Yeah, he's probably already reached peak non-threatening behavior. Don't take any of this too personal, Dadgore.

Brian grimaces and shakes his head. He scribbles again:]

i dont know it
not any kind

[He wishes he did.]

[journalname]

Ah. Well, that is alright. This is working just as well.

[...........say something oh my god]

Are you quite warm enough?

[thejaw]

sure

[He shifts uncomfortably, but doesn't make much effort to fill the silence past another short scribble.]

horns? cool

[journalname]

Oh, ah, thank you! [He smiles, displaying possibly too many sharp teeth.] Monsters of my type grow them as we age, though women's are much smaller. It is much more convenient for them, I think, on the whole.

[How many times has Asgore banged his horns on doorways? Too many to count.]