lifeaftr | 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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That's a new tune, to me, but I'm glad you're keeping warm.

[Muffet greets Guzma cheerfully enough, although she's a little concerned at how shaky he looks. This man needs more layers, jeez...]

Ugh. [He grumbles beyon the rim of his jug, taking a long draw of wassail. It does its job in warming him up pretty well, and Guzma sighs as he wipes his mouth with the back of one hand, corks the bottle, and hugs the warm glass to heat his chest.] Song's been popular back where I'm from for over two decades...any trainer--nah, any human being knows the tune.

And I'm 'bout as warm as a Walrein...tch. [He curls his tigershark skin blanket tighter around himself, grimacing.] Ain't never been this cold 'fore...not in Alola. M-Maybe on top'a Mount Lanakila, but no where else...

Well, I'm disqualified on two counts, then.

[Not a trainer or a human being. She eyes Guzma's shivering with some concern, eyes narrowing slightly as she gives him a thoughtful look.]

Hm... About how broad would you say you are in the shoulders, dearie? Roughly speaking.

[Guza scoffs, shifting a bit uncomfortably. Did he say something insulting? He didn't mean to - it's the truth, and he...may be a bit cranky from having his teeth chatter together like they are. He hates this, he absolutely hates this, and wants to just punch the sun awake or whatever the hell he can do. Would throwing grease on or work? Probably not.

The questions makes him lift his head, pausing from reaching to take another draw from his jug of wassail.]

Huh? Uh...I dunno. I'm pretty big - 'bout six-foot-three, give or take, and I ain't no flabby shmuck, neither. [He's well built and stocky, with a good amount of muscle to him, though not in the way of someone like, say, Kukui. No, Guzma's more built like a wall, or a tank, than a canon (or a wrestler).] If you want my size, I wear extra-large in shirts most times, or large...

Why you asking? [He narrows his eyes, half knowing what the answer is going to be.]

[Muffet genuinely isn't offended at all- she's not a trainer, she's a baker, and she's perfectly happy to be a spider monster instead of a human. It doesn't make her any better or worse than him, it's just a simple fact.]

[Nodding briskly at Guzma's answer, she reaches into her pack and pulls out a bolt of warm-looking silk cloth, twisting her fingers into the unfinished edges and making some careful adjustments with practiced hands.]

Because I brought extra, unfinished material out with me for a reason, and you clearly could use more layers. Now, do you prefer shawls or ponchos?

[Zero to mom friend in five minutes, tops. New record?]

[Whoa, that's another person that's gotten cloth in this place. I mean, he's got his own Ariados who can weave silk from her mouth and abdomen alike, and the silk can be made into luxurious and very durable clothing, but he doesn't...weave or sew at all. Never has, probably never will. Though he'd gladly supply anyone who asked, so long as they make him clothes.

Speaking of, Guzma stares at Muffet with a gaping mouth, boggling at her.]

Uh... [Girl, you are asking the wrong person those questions. He has a very specific sense of fashion - grungy punk that probably hasn't slept properly in ten years - anything outside of that is foreign to him.]

[Yeah, she's belatedly realizing that asking a man from a tropical island about his preferred kind of winter gear has an obvious flaw.]

I'll just make it a poncho, then. Should be nice and warm~.

[Credit where it's due, she seems to be working quickly. Having had some stuff made in advance probably helped a lot.]

Right...whatever you say, Muffy. I won't say no to anything that keeps me warm in this frickin' mess... No bright colors, though, I ain't a stop light.

[His aesthetic is pretty dark, all things considered. Cool colors like black, indigo, and deep purple have been his favorite...though gold is indeed high up there on his favored list of warm colors as well.]

January Intro: I Know the Winter's Getting Colder

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