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January Intro: It Grips Me

INTRO LOG: JANUARY
Who: New arrivals, and you!
What: New souls arrive to the archipelago of LifeAftr
When: January 5th and onward
Where: All over Ensō
Warnings: Mark as needed!

Shores of Ensō: The Sun's a Harsh Reminder Why
As dawn arrives - and with it, new adventurers to Ensō's shores. It appears the Storyteller is not about to allow a repeat of last month. The ever watchful pages that have guarded the shorelines the month prior now begin to move closer inland, circling the landscape in closing, careful arcs. To the particularly astute, their purpose may quickly become clear. Anything foreign to Ensō's natural ecosystem will be met initially with wary hovering, ruffled pages flocking to nearby trees and wheeling overhead. Now and again, a particularly brave little page will swoop down to tap against the top of an unsuspecting entity.

Foreign entities, in this instance, just so happen to include...well, all of you. These partially sentient notes can be found flitting across the entirety of Ensō and the neighboring housing islets, intent on surveying every little nook and cranny of the tropical landscape. While they may little more than a vague irritant, their attitude towards a person they’re surveying can absolutely get worse, depending on the response they receive.
Though responses may vary (and creativity, encouraged), the pages are looking for indications of anything that is not only out of the ordinary, but also that which is acting suspicious. Unfortunately, they're not quite experienced in determining what does and does not count as a genuine threat, and thus they might very well interpret even the smallest signs of surprise, anxiety, and (justified) irritation as signs of hostility.

Unfortunately, their response to this is likely to be just as unpleasant as it is abrupt. Those of you who protest a little too vigorously may find yourselves abruptly doused with a viscous black ink - a marker to return and inspect you again in future. Where more aggressive behavior is…noted, you may very well find yourself swept up in a tornado of angry paperwork, only to be abruptly (and not at all comfortably) deposited at the Storyteller's temple. A very weary Storyteller will do their best to apologize as they slowly smooth out the kinks in this new security system.

But surely you agree, dear adventurer, that this sort of security system is indeed necessary.

Ensō, Inland: Who Knows Where Our Limits Lie
Unsuspecting adventurers aren't the only creatures the pages seem intent on harassing, it seems. Across Ensō, the activity of the native fauna will become much more apparent as creatures are driven from their usual haunts by invading paper. From the smallest of snaplings to herds of cariborn, it will take some time for the wildlife to settle down as many disturbed creatures will find themselves displaced miles away from their natural homes, seemingly at random. Unfortunately, this also includes the creatures most would prefer not to have on the move.
For the unappraised, Ensō happens to play host to a particularly horrifying brand of wildlife known only as the fustercluck: a large swath of appropriated limbs with katamari-like qualities, if katamaris were more well known for digesting the majority of their victims and using what little remained (usually the hands and feet) to propel themselves towards their next meal.

Despite Ensō being home to two such creatures, very little has been discovered about them, aside from how unfortunately indestructible they seem to be. Magic, guns, bombs - name your poison, and a fustercluck will most certainly be impervious to it, including poison itself. Should you be unlucky enough to wander into the path of a fustercluck, your best option is to run - or lend the fustercluck a hand.

And another hand. And your entire body, since you offered so nicely.

The fusterclucks have a more directed path than most creatures - they can be found moving up and down the rows of G and H until January 10th, when they appear to settle down...unless they're diverted elsewhere first.



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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counterblows: (϶ when i look at the man)

[personal profile] counterblows 2019-01-16 05:16 am (UTC)(link)
More than killer robots?

[He watches the helmet slot back. Seems automated. Or...maybe it's a reflex thing. At least no one seems in danger of getting fried alive at the moment, which is a big plus, in Wash's book.]

[Change of subject, maybe.]


Interesting suit.
forwearemany: (Flashlight)

[personal profile] forwearemany 2019-01-16 09:44 am (UTC)(link)
Greetings, Faust-Doctor.

(They're a little weird about names.)

We are Legion, relict.

(A sad introduction for a sad robot from a sad timeline.

Though they know it is not the case everywhere, in their universe of origin, they are the last.)
story_teller: (What will you do?)

[personal profile] story_teller 2019-01-16 09:53 am (UTC)(link)
That is correct. They're proving to be- oh, you know that those are not a security breach. Come now.

[A snapped comment at the papers, who seem to be delighting in harassing the two, small mosslings that have taken residence in the temple as much as they're enjoying harassing everyone else.]

...A few more days, and they should be better behaved. Forgive me for the disruption, my dear.
story_teller: (My little horse must think it queer)

[personal profile] story_teller 2019-01-16 09:55 am (UTC)(link)
Unless you have some manner of throwing ink at them, I doubt that's applicable in this scenario.

[It's not really eye for an eye if you're not copying them, is it?]
story_teller: (i carry your heart with me)

[personal profile] story_teller 2019-01-16 10:00 am (UTC)(link)
Oh my dear, you really shouldn't-

[Not because it won't work.



But because it's absolutely going to? With a flurry of motion, the papers collect beneath her rump, smoothly picking Ren off the ground- Storyteller and all. They hover a few feet above the ground for a moment--

And then fly right out the door! TO ADVENTURE!!!]


Hm. [The Storyteller, in the meantime, is not impressed.]
achievementhunter: (♥ I won't forget you.)

[personal profile] achievementhunter 2019-01-16 10:06 am (UTC)(link)
[I have no idea what you're talking about. Sarcasm helps Chara greatly. =) ]

Ah, my apologies. [You're right, Tim. Standing in front of a fustercluck like a dolt is an absolutely terrible idea. Who would ever possibly be that stupid?] Shall I follow your example, then? Perhaps if I stand very still, it will assume I am a rock, and leave me be.

[Jogging back a little, they peer around the mass of limbs, expression deadpan.]

I could shoot a flare at it. I'm sure that will be incredibly effective.
achievementhunter: (♥ I won't forget you.)

[personal profile] achievementhunter 2019-01-16 10:11 am (UTC)(link)
[Hey Faust, question!

What the fuck. Chara watches him speed off towards the treeline, expression openly surprised then amused. Alright then. They're certain they'll see him again in future, if he becomes one of the more long-term residents.

In the meantime, they've got something more important to tend to. Later, beagle-man.]
achievementhunter: (We're running out of space)

[personal profile] achievementhunter 2019-01-16 10:14 am (UTC)(link)
[He wasn't part of the original plan, admittedly, but he is absolutely the next distraction- thanks, skeledude, for your dedication and sacrifice in the line of duty.]

No can do, sir! [Chara laughs. Attempting an abrupt change of direction isn't their smartest move today- sand goes flying as they dig in their heels, practically falling over themself as the sand catches all their momentum.

Annnnnd then they're making a beeline for him. Again.]


Holy places make me very uncomfortable!
barberian: (>:|)

[personal profile] barberian 2019-01-16 10:25 am (UTC)(link)
(Aw, beans. Yasha blinks, embarrassed.)

I'm sorry, I– didn't think that that was going to happen. (Where did the paper get the ink from? Yasha didn't see any writing on them. It looks like her companion has missed out on a more thorough splashing thanks to her garb. Yasha sighs, and gently removes her shawl from around her shoulders before it becomes splattered.)

I don't need a robe. (Case in point: she's wiping the ink from her face with her hands. It's leaving behind some impressive streaks across her cheeks, but it really isn't all that different to deliberately painting herself with her tribe's markings before going into battle, so Yasha doesn't think that much of it.)
achievementhunter: (but the dead don't talk)

[personal profile] achievementhunter 2019-01-16 12:25 pm (UTC)(link)
Really?! [Amazing observation skills, Beau, just- fantastic! They're completely out of breath, both from running and laughter; there's a stitch in their side that is Demanding they stop, but hey. Determination, so on, so forth. Since when have they ever stopped???] Thank you very much, ma'am! I hadn't noticed!

[It's not going to take her long to catch up with them. For all their youthful spirit, Chara's been flagging for the last few miles. Inevitably, they're going to get caught.

Or-]


Enjoy! I'm out!

[And with that announcement, they change course- sprinting straight towards the ocean, they run into the waves, up to their knees before simply falling forward to disappear into the briny depths.

Catch em now, you paper fucks.]
maxout: (002)

[personal profile] maxout 2019-01-16 12:31 pm (UTC)(link)
Electricity is literally all I got, okay!
achievementhunter: (free exp for you and me~!)

[personal profile] achievementhunter 2019-01-16 12:31 pm (UTC)(link)
[Oh my god Ren you are literally the last person they wanted to pull into these shenanigans? And yet here she is, contributing to their amazing yote with a yeet offering of her own and dashing after them with a helpful suggestion of finding the wonderful wizard of yeet. It'd be an absolutely flawless plan, if such a wizard existed.

As it stands, Chara slows just long enough for her to close the distance between them, reaching out for her hand to drag her along- or to be dragged. They're young and really not good at long distance sprints, sue them.]


Perhaps-- a magical hiding place is in order! Somewhere even-- paper can't find us.
flower_of_innocence: (Now the pale morning sings)

[personal profile] flower_of_innocence 2019-01-16 02:41 pm (UTC)(link)
[Lillie isn't hard to find. She's on her way to the beach to check on the newcomers when Karako and Dirk come upon her. She recognizes her strange clown friend right away, but his companion must be new. Her brief smile is almost apologetic. It can be a lot, to be dumped here.]

Oh, hello. You must be a new arrival, right?
postictal: (that boy needs therapy)

[personal profile] postictal 2019-01-16 02:45 pm (UTC)(link)
I'm trying to work out -

[He breaks off with a grimace. None of his plans are going anywhere. He's just one guy, and he's not armed particularly well for this. If he had a grappling hook, or something...but he doesn't. There's no point in wishing for things he doesn't have.]

[He just has to think.]


Maybe if we cut off its limbs, limit the amount of control it has over where it goes. [And then what happens when it starts rolling somewhere important, huh?]

[Keep it together.]
wanderingdoctorfaust: Faust narrowing his eyehole in suspicion or doubt. (faust_doubt)

[personal profile] wanderingdoctorfaust 2019-01-16 06:08 pm (UTC)(link)
Relict? They look like something the world's greatest minds would create a few hundred years from now!

"A...pleasure to meet you? Are you sure relict is the correct term? You, at the very least, look like you're more advanced then anything my world has. Significantly so, in fact!"

And they may even be sentient. That's a thought. Definitely a worrying one, but also a very fascinating one...
vagabone: (Default)

[personal profile] vagabone 2019-01-16 07:47 pm (UTC)(link)
Someone may have learned the hard way that you don't swat at the animate pieces of paper. (What has his 'life' become, seriously.)

"Close enough. There aren't that many people here, we all get along... but it's their island. Uh, anyone show you how to use the magic pools?"
mamaterasu: (Aw shucks)

[personal profile] mamaterasu 2019-01-16 07:53 pm (UTC)(link)
[Okay, that is all extremely fair - the papers were bugging her too - but perhaps maybe learn a bit of patience? Like, yeah it sucks and Ammy's going to actually have to....b-bathe... with all the black ink smearing pretty much the whole island and dripping into her fur and on her paws, but still! They're relatively harmless.

She gives a low groan then snorts out a breath of air from her nose, trying to think. Which is...difficult to do, considering the flecks of paper buzzing around her head like obnoxious flies, and Ammy finally begins to realize just how awful this can be fore some people. Maybe she can ask her sibling god what the heckie deckie is going on here - or this weirdo can.

Nodding to him, she trots back a bit and looks over her shoulder, barking at him to follow. C'mon, fuddy-duddy, we're off to see the Storyteller.]
forwearemany: (lights+flaps)

[personal profile] forwearemany 2019-01-16 08:42 pm (UTC)(link)

He is in error as to which definition of the term: relict, that they are using.

"Relict: A surviving species of an otherwise extinct group of organisms. Alternately, a remnant of a formerly widespread species that persists in an isolated area."

They clarify.

"A similar term is endling. However it is not correct in this instance, as it refers to a singular individual: 1,183 programs exist within this platform."

The little lights on the side of their head flash red briefly at various periods during this explanation. There's also quite a bit of headflap movement.

"Geth originated on the planet Rannoch."
wanderingdoctorfaust: A mugshot of Faust, showing his 'head' and his suit. (faust_mug)

[personal profile] wanderingdoctorfaust 2019-01-16 09:50 pm (UTC)(link)
That definitely sounds like a leader, to Faust at least. He should probably be headed there first, even if this 'Storyteller' could very well be the creator of this peculiar aberration...

"...magic pools? No, I don't think so. Would you be willing to, good sir?"

...Or maybe he could take a brief detour first, to see what this 'magic pool' is. Perhaps whatever it is could give him more insight into what this place truly is?
wanderingdoctorfaust: Faust widening his eyehole in surprise. (faust_shock)

[personal profile] wanderingdoctorfaust 2019-01-16 09:56 pm (UTC)(link)
Ah, that kind of relict...well, that certainly makes a bit more sense? And the good doctor has heard of multiple souls existing within a singular entity, so perha-
-wait wait wait, PLANET? This Legion Construct isn't from Earth?!


"R-'Rannoch'?! You're from outer space?!"

Forget how absurd this entire situation is - THIS takes far, far more precedent than anything else right now! Is this one of those illegal BlackTech 'Robots' he's heard rumours about, spewing nonsense...or is it really an alien...?!
sealedvessel: (becomes the greatest strength in you)

[personal profile] sealedvessel 2019-01-17 12:50 am (UTC)(link)
[They'd only intended to watch, really. As the Hollow Knight had barely reacted to the papers at all, they'd been left alone rather easily. Others... not, it seems?

Chara's way of dealing with them is unique, if nothing else. Flashy. They aren't sure what to make of it. Or of that strange word they yelled. Something of cultural significance, perhaps. They would have to ask their sibling about it.

Then, of course, Chara is suddenly heading their way. With the--

Oh.

With the papers. They step aside to make sure Chara can pass in a straight line, but give them a curious glance. Questioning. They are running, after all.

Should...

Should they be running, also?]
barberian: (well...)

[personal profile] barberian 2019-01-17 02:41 am (UTC)(link)
(Yasha did notice, but she attributes it to the paper sentinels, and might have pointed it out if she didn't want to keep the stranger from slapping their clothing in response. No need to rustle any little paper feathers (again).)

I don't know. If it is magic, it is a spell I haven't heard of.

(... Caleb would know. Not for the first time, Yasha wishes he were here.) It seems complicated.
barberian: (hanging out)

[personal profile] barberian 2019-01-17 02:47 am (UTC)(link)
But it isn't alive.

(This must be some kind of spell. Yasha carefully removes her shawl from around her shoulders, and dabs at the ink beneath her eyes very gently.)

And if you don't ward them off, they get... pushy, you know?
crosslaced: (don't interrupt me)

[personal profile] crosslaced 2019-01-17 02:48 am (UTC)(link)
[It’s catty bitch hour up in here. Laurent shrugs, equal parts noncommittal and uncaring of the criticism. With a dash of playfulness. He’s willing to play, if Lydia wants to go a few rounds.]

I wouldn't touch the papers if I were you. [easy for him to say.] Where'd you get that horse?
deathfindsaway: (« [Judgement] NO visits to the astral pl)

[personal profile] deathfindsaway 2019-01-17 04:16 am (UTC)(link)
[Hey ST the bit about the ink doesn't offset the flower part, not even a little. He squints, pressing his lips into a bit of a line.]

'Affliction' is not oft a positive word. Are you saying you're ill? You took that upon yourself to bring us back? That certainly makes you sound sick.
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