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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Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

~~[Look, she didn't vote for you.]~~

[Muffet smiles impishly at his question, and answers:]

Last I saw of her, she and Dr. Alphys were quite happy together- they make quite a lovely couple, as it turns out.

[Okay, yes, there may be more important things going on here, but there's always time for shipping gossip.]

Gosh, really? It is long overdue - those two talk about each other nearly every time I see them!

[there is always time for shipping gossip]

I once saw the good doctor get so distracted by the captain stopping by to get a donut at the same time she did that she walked right into a table- which our gallant guardswoman then offered to suplex for her, in order to punish the offending furniture. I think the only people who didn't see this one coming may have been the happy couple themselves.

[Monster priorities are the best priorities.]

Apparently there was a betting pool on how long it would take for one of them to finally confess, although I don't know who was running it. ...Which, based on past experience, means the answer is probably Sans.

[Pretty much any quick money-making venture back in the Underground could be traced to either Sans, Mettaton, or herself. If Mettaton was responsible for it everyone would know, because he'd have probably filmed himself interviewing whoever made the winning bet, and she knows it wasn't her. So by process of elimination, this one was definitely Sans' fault.]

Ha ha ha! That does sound like him!

[Apparently Asgore knows Sans personally? Sans probably knows everyone, somehow.]

I remember when I was first considering Alphys for her position. Undyne had met her well before I did - she spent nearly forty-five minutes telling me very loudly why Alphys was "the greatest!" I believe I lost a chair to it.

She is a bit prone to property damage- though to give credit where it's due, I've never seen her fail to pay for a replacement for what she breaks.

[After all, she did pay for the table. ...Although given who signs Undyne's paychecks, technically Asgore may have paid for that table, by proxy.]

Gosh, no. She has grown into quite the upstanding citizen.

[His smile grows softer, more fond. He'd say she was raised well, but he did enough of it himself that it feels a little too prideful.]

Very enthusiastic, yes, but we all know that she means well for everyone.

[The smile, his almost fatherly fondness, is sweet to see... even if it makes her think of his children here, a quiet pang of sorrow at the thought.]

Ah, perhaps we should head further inland- it's cold out here, and likely will only get colder.

Ah - yes, I suppose so.

[Now that his bare pawpads aren't on the ice, he feels okay. But he has thick fur, and a sweater, and a cape blanket.]

Are you living somewhere on this island?

No, I've made my home on the islets- most of us are staying there, I can show you the way. We can get from island to island using this rather fascinating thing called a mana pool, it transports you instantly from one place to another.

[She's genuinely still curious about how those work, but she suspects the Storyteller is a bit too busy to answer questions about them.]

Ah, like a shortcut. [And he does means Sans's here, that's basically what this is] That is handy.

I wouldn't be surprised if they were something similar, yes.

[She's always wondered about those shortcuts of his, although she's never been able to figure out the trick of them. Sans, of course, never gave a straight answer.]

[She begins walking toward the location of Chol's mana pool, motioning for Asgore to follow.]

January Intro: I Know the Winter's Getting Colder

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