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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[The tone and words don't bother her. She understands, quickly, that it's meant to keep her off the frozen waters. Her mind had started to wander on ways to get closer to this girl, so she could grab the stick. Grab her hand. Grab onto anything she could until they could get back to shore.

But fear keeps Ren firmly in place and her words solidify her existence there. Her eyes dart between the frozen ground underneath the newcomer, stick lowering in turn. Throw it? She doesn't have any confidence in her ability to toss this stick across the frozen ice, but-

Without answering, she slides her bag off her shoulders and starts digging through. Are you ready for a LA quick-time event?? Because it's coming. She pulls out a slingshot, presses the small stick into and uh

Well, there you go friend! It gets some distance at least! Way closer than what her grubby little hands could've managed. It's still a walk, but not a long one and Ren has her eyes on the ground underneath her. She'll watch for cracks.]

❰ and clementine watches this whole thing go down, brow knit in wary skepticism. all she wanted was for the girl to toss her the stick, but suddenly there's a slingshot and then a really bad shot, and if clem knew it was going to be this whole big production, she wouldn't have even asked.

but whatever, it's done and the stick hitting the ice doesn't seem to have done any more harm than her weight itself would do. so: ❱ That's, uh... that's good. ❰ the shot. she's not very convincing, but at least she tried?? anyway, that's all the effort she has for diplomacy right this second, and her attention's back on gingerly making her way to shore.

she does, of course, stoop to pick up the stick on the way by, testing it a little in her hands. ❱ Thanks. It feels pretty sturdy.

[That's your life now, Clem. This is what happens. Lesson 1: Don't ask for a raccoon to do something.

The tension in her body remains, even as this newcomer grabs the stick. Especially as she grabs it. The pressure under her feet may cause the ice to crack and Ren attempts to keep her eyes trained on that area to warn her if it does. Please hurry, lil peanut.]

I can find you more. If you need that kind of thing, I can get it.

[A thousand sticks for your ice journey. She doesn't know how more would help, but the offer stands.]

Don't fall.

❰ as if clem even really needed the stick in the first place, the girl's already offering to go find more. quickly: ❱ No, no - it's fine. I've got this. Just a little bit farther. ❰ okay, more than 'a little bit', but definitely not nearly as far as it was when she started. ❱

[Sticks are so important, lil bean. Don't you know that? Ren's not convinced she doesn't need 200 more to protect her from the ice in some way, shape or form, but she's not going to leave. Not going to wander off and let this girl potentially die on her walk over.

She sort of paces on the shore for a second, as though trying to get a better view of the ice. Not there's anything she can do about that.]

You're doing-

[Maybe...encouragement? Helps?]

Very good!

❰ oh god, this encouragement is somehow palpably awkward (at least for clem), so she drops her gaze to the ice again and makes a decent attempt to talk about literally anything else. ❱

What's your name, anyway?

It's Ren.

[Good, stop this heathen. The distraction is welcome-she doesn't mind silence, but concentrating only on the sound of cracking ice was starting to be Stressful. Be careful, peanut.]

Who are you?

Clementine. ❰ and, as much to keep it from going quiet again already as it is to actually gather information: ❱ Where are we?

It's an island. A cold one.

[It has a name, but she can't recall. She didn't pay attention to what the Jormun were saying outside of 'dying sun', which wasn't great.]

There's another island where all the people stay.

[If she makes it over in one piece, then-]

I can show you where that place is.

January Intro: I Know the Winter's Getting Colder

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