lifeaftr | May Intro: We're Going Down, Down

INTRO LOG: MAY

Who: Everyone!
What: New souls arrive to the archipelago of LifeAftr
When: May 4th and onward
Where: Ensō...and above
Warnings: Mark as needed!

Floating Islet: And Sugar, We're Going Down Swinging
While new arrivals may generally be expected at this time of the month, one factor that has continuously failed to maintain consistency is their point of arrival. And indeed, it appears that this month has once again exceeded even the Storyteller's expectations as to where arrivals may take their first steps on this world.

Those who were with us in February will most certainly remember the floating islands hovering far, far above the mainland. While they currently remain inaccessible, they are still steadily floating overhead, shifting appearance as if made of the clouds themselves. And so while waking up on top of the world may be a surprise, at the very least new arrivals will have a bird's eye view of Ensō to enjoy for a time...until they take notice of a rather sinking sensation.

In fact, that sensation would be the island itself, starting to sink out of the sky.

So that's nice.

On a crash course for the ground at F6, the Storyteller will eventually slow the island's progress to the ground below, though a rather profound impact is, simply put, inevitable. Characters with the ability of flight will find the island skimming low enough to reach on their own. Others may wish to utilize their resourcefulness to find an alternate means down.

Or, perhaps, you'll simply deal with whatever awaits you at the crash site.

F6 and Beyond: In An Earlier Round
Thankfully, the Storyteller's intervention will ensure that no one still on the not-so-floating island upon impact will escape with minor injuries at worst, the island itself crumbling to pieces and taking down more than a few thick trees. The pieces of the island will very quickly begin to blacken, crumbling underfoot as the floating island turns to dust. Anyone still aboard may wish to make a very quick departure.

The ripples of this impact, however, are far more significant than two pieces of land bumping up against one another.

Previously, visitors to the floating islands may have experienced some...oddities, during their time above the clouds. For the next few days, these oddities will spread across Ensō itself, leading to some rather awkward scenarios:

[ ♆ ] Some may find their weapons are... behaving oddly, though all are still functional. Weapons, in this instance, may also include fisticuffs, if the intent is to use your fists as a weapon.

[ ♆ ] Equally as irritating are those who find themselves coming down with a severe case of NPCitus: periods of time in which they find themselves incapable of saying more than one or two lines of the same, repetitive dialogue.

[ ♆ ] Equal parts nostalgic and irritating for some are the instances of lag (walking forwards, only to find oneself back where they started), Swimmer's Ear (incapable of movement unless swimming through the air), and clipping (suddenly stuck halfway through the nearest rock are all common, regrettable side-effects).

[ ♆ ] Other unfortunate side-effects may also transpire, as varied and wild as one's imagination.

Though many of these may be hindering or even dangerous in the right situations, they are, for the most part, passive. The Storyteller will assure anyone who asks that these oddities will disappear in the next few days.

You are free to create or utilize glitches you are particularly fond of, though keep in mind that any potential content warnings should be mentioned in your toplevel! You may peruse some of the past glitches here, or create your own along those lines! And a special thanks to our local Donn-mun, Jake (

venesection), for the first glitch on the list!

All new arrivals will awake with knapsacks, their names stitched to the front. The contents of said knapsacks can all be found in your acceptance notices!

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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[It's a goddamn relief to such in lungfuls of air, unobstructed, and he has to roll onto his side to start coughing into the grass all over again. At least this time it's not blood and literally every bodily fluid he's spitting out - it's just phlegm and the kind of shit you start hacking up when you've got smoker's lungs.]

Jesus christ. [Trying not to hyperventilate. Trying not to lose what remains of his composure. Trying to breathe, and not pass out from the sheer chemical imbalance, adrenaline screaming in his veins without anywhere to go.]

T-told you. It's just...the islets.

Yeah... [He nods, just the islets. Islands fell from the sky and something about them caused Tim's body to break, his organs to fall out and him to be twisted and broken and wrong. Like that was normal. A normal part of life.

It was though. They probably weren't real. That was probably the answer but Shion had no real evidence, and Tim probably didn't want his theories. Not now, not while he was recovering.

He was still stood ready to help Tim back to his feet, he's patient though, Now that Tim is out of danger, whole once more there is no reason for Shion to rush him.]

[His shirt still clings stickily to his side; he might be healed over, but there's still no small amount of his...fluids splashed over across the grass, and no one's gonna be fixing that anytime soon.]

[As if he wasn't revolting enough by default.]

[Tim sits up. Scrubs at his chin with the back of a hand, swiping away the phlegm and vomit and stomach acid that dribbled down his front in the midst of him hacking up half a lung.]

Hopefully that won't...d'you know if anyone else was hit like that?

You're the only one I've seen [But he would not be surprised if there was more, he just hoped that they were found, that someone helped them. Once Tim was somewhere where he could rest he would go back and search, now that he knew that the solution was to get out of the radius of the crash site.]

I found someone stuck in a tree... in the trunk of a tree... but no one else like you.

[Tim hums his acknowledgment, now surveying the drying blood stuck in gummed flakes to his hands and wrists. He's gonna need to spend at least an hour cleaning this shit off him, and then off his clothes - it's not like he's got a whole lotta clothes.]

Maybe...stay away from the place until this clears up.

There might be other people hurt. [Tim though, Tim had to go and get cleaned up and then rest, because even if his body had fixed itself he was bound to be exhausted. Such things left marks emotionally, in your mind, even if they did not leave any physically.]

Do you want to go back to the islets to clean up, or somewhere else?

And if you go after them, you could end up the same way.

[Fingers combing through sweat-slick hair doesn't make him any less of a mess. There's no ironclad resistance against any of this - particularly when just about everyone here has a hero complex a mile wide. Shion is, as it stands, no exception.]

But I know how to reverse it. [Therefore it didn't matter much if he were hurt, because he could fix it. He could help other people, otherwise they might suffer unnecessarily. Like Tim had, he should have thought of this. Gotten him out sooner.]

I'm taking you home first though. [Or wherever Tim wanted to go. He wasn't leaving him until Tim was somewhere where he could wash and rest though.]

Yeah, that's not gonna happen.

[The words are flat. He squeezes his palms against his closed lids until the lights sputter out behind them, like fireworks. Feels like longer ago than it was - shooting sprays of smoke and powder into the sky under the cover of darkness, with bruises mantling his face and his arm in a sling.]

I can make my way from here.

I... [He was going to argue, to insist that he accompany Tim until he knew he was somewhere safe. But the tone made him pause, stop. Remember. Remember that Tim thought him a destructive force that destroyed worlds and cared nothing for those in them. Remember that he was awful and Tim didn't need to be dealing with him on top of everything else. He had gotten Tim out of the blast radius, he should go back in and find others. Tim was strong, stronger than Shion.]

Okay... [He nodded] Okay be careful... get help if you need it. [He wouldn't, Shion knows Tim well enough for that. He should probably ask Ceej to check up on him in the next few days, Ceej and Tim were friends and Ceej might have better luck with making sure Tim was looking after himself.]

[He's physically fine now that he's out of it, and the concept of trying to recover and smooth over Shion's own palpable anxieties is far from an appealing one. He needs a minute to just - not have to think about this, and clean himself off, and figure out how to be a human fucking being again.]

[The severity of the injury without any of the recovery time isn't doing him any favors, equilibrium-wise.]

Yeah. You, uh - you too.

Yeah... [He blinked at Tim a moment before turning back into the trees, to go back and see if there was anyone else who needed help.]

May Intro: We're Going Down, Down

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