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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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alchemisted: (Default)

[personal profile] alchemisted 2019-01-19 02:32 am (UTC)(link)
The storyteller isn't it?

[Alfor nods.] But as dreams go, there was that other island as well...

[Strange and dreamlike as it was. It turns out to have been real, given that those he met there and met here remember it as he does.]
counterblows: (϶ or a fortune for your disaster)

[personal profile] counterblows 2019-01-19 02:36 am (UTC)(link)
You ended up on Mu.

[There's a note of quiet recognition in his tone - so that would be why he has something of a more solidified picture, then. In some ways, he's already gotten an introduction to his new surroundings.]

But - yeah. That's them. Everyone gets the dream with the Storyteller. Sometimes they end up on that other island, Mu, but not always.
journalname: (🔱 savior)

[personal profile] journalname 2019-01-19 02:43 am (UTC)(link)
Do you think so?

[He considers that for a second. It doesn't seem as clear as Beacon...but then, that was so much more intense.]

It certainly was that way in the last world. There were fewer of us there, though, and it was much smaller. We were forced to come together. Things here are much more spread out.
achievementhunter: (let me see the dark as well as the light)

[personal profile] achievementhunter 2019-01-19 02:44 am (UTC)(link)
[Oh buddy. He's really out of his depth, here- trying to sound authoritative, but cutting himself off, questioning his decisions. They'd be sorry about this, if he hadn't gotten them both into this mess in the first place.]

Tim. [Chara says calmly.] It's fine. I can lead it away easily- I can even stay in contact. We have the stones; my goal is to be the opposite of quiet.

Let me handle this.

[And stay out of it.]
catpiper: (i defy the shoulds and shouldnts)

[personal profile] catpiper 2019-01-19 02:45 am (UTC)(link)
Sometimes they leave. Sometimes they come back. That happens

[There's some mixed emotions in her response, stemming from having someone disappear despite how tight she held his hand that night, or having her friends vanish in a matter of days. The times they come back are great for her. Not always for them.]

You can ask me more things. I'm very good at answering questions.

[And the qs she doesn't know the answer to?? Easily passed off to some of her friends. Hit her.]
journalname: (🔱 hold on)

[personal profile] journalname 2019-01-19 02:48 am (UTC)(link)
I suppose so.

I do not have anything that requires charging myself - at least, it did not come here with me. So I am not sure how long it takes.
ideismo: (17. Among the thoughts and tears)

[personal profile] ideismo 2019-01-19 02:54 am (UTC)(link)
[Mm.]

Perhaps so. But my world was a rather complacent one - I'm sure it would have walked itself straight into ruin without the Empire to tell the people what to do. They're a handful, and it's not exactly in a good way - it's less that they're particularly productive and more along the lines of minding a toddler that's suddenly decided to play among the horses in a stable.

Was there some sort of crisis in the last world, however...? I would assume so, if the group was forced to form a united front like that.
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[personal profile] postictal 2019-01-19 02:57 am (UTC)(link)
[He's trying not to look at them, and he's failing, he knows he is, and he knows that his eyes are dark with the splintering indecision that he hates. This kind of thing never used to matter. This kind of thing never made him blink, or stop, or second guess himself, because he didn't care enough for it to matter.]

And clean up my mess. Again.

[Do they ever do anything else, with him?]

[Is that all that you're good for?]
journalname: (🔱 just smile)

[personal profile] journalname 2019-01-19 03:07 am (UTC)(link)
I am sure my people are doing well enough in my absence...

[He's never considered his kingship like looking after them. If it was, he has done a rather poor job.]

We were all imprisoned together and encouraged to kill each other in return for our freedom. [...] So yes, I suppose there was a sort of crisis.

[holy shit did trustfell teach him gallows humor]
ideismo: (11. To right what you have suffered)

[personal profile] ideismo 2019-01-19 03:13 am (UTC)(link)
[It takes him a moment.]

Why...?

[It's said with all the...incredulous and somewhat alarmed patience of a parent who's been called into the principal's office to discuss the fact that their child has been suspended for climbing on the gym roof? Like, that's obviously dangerous and a terrible idea and who the hell does that, but you know what, he's...going to await an explanation. Yes. Right.

...no really asgore what the fuck]
journalname: (🔱 uncertainty)

[personal profile] journalname 2019-01-19 03:18 am (UTC)(link)
[Yeah, he uh. He gets it!!!!]

It is a bit of a long story...?

[He doesn't seem averse to telling it; that's just sort of a warning.]
ideismo: (17. Among the thoughts and tears)

[personal profile] ideismo 2019-01-19 03:21 am (UTC)(link)
Well, we've come this far and I...have nothing but time...

[how badly is this gonna dock his faith in humanity, asgore

how badly]
journalname: (🔱 hashtag aesthetic)

[personal profile] journalname 2019-01-19 03:42 am (UTC)(link)
Well...gosh, where to begin...

[Trustfell: As Asgore Understood It!]

I do not know who started it, exactly. There was another session before ours, but that was not being run by the originators either. One of the people drawn into it was a young girl named Alex. The people in charge did not realize that she was sharing her body with a conglomerate of ghosts called the Risen. At least, if they did, they did not realize how easily the Risen could kill them, too. They killed everyone there.

After, the Risen decided that they would run their own session. They thought that once people died, they could inhabit their bodies instead, and be living individuals again. [.....] Oh, it all happened inside a computer, I should have said that. So the victims were not truly dead yet. We all ended up escaping with our lives, even though there were...quite a few murders.

[He doesn't even understand what the Matrix is, please have mercy]
ideismo: (03. But powerless I watched)

[personal profile] ideismo 2019-01-19 03:48 am (UTC)(link)
[...]

Computer...?

[He's. He's from bullshit medieval fantasy land, Asgore, he doesn't...understand...

Anyway- ]


...Are the dead truly revived so casually? Aren't there repercussions - I'm under the understanding that such a thing is an abomination, there's no way that it doesn't come with at least some sort of internal trauma and crisis following? Once one dies, that's not something that can just be taken back or undone with no consequences.

[...okay look he may have done some weird shit with corpses in his time he knows these things]
journalname: (🔱 price)

[personal profile] journalname 2019-01-19 04:39 am (UTC)(link)
[He can't see you, for all he knows you've got a computer on your head right now.]

None of our people had truly died yet. It was all...like a dream we had been forced into! All they had to do was wake up.

[Also, Asgore himself has died a few too many times to even clock it as weird that you have such well-formed opinions about necromancy!]

The Risen, though. What you say is very true for them. I am not sure they will ever again be the people they once were.
ideismo: (05. My purpose is set; my will defined)

[personal profile] ideismo 2019-01-19 04:54 am (UTC)(link)
[Rest assured that whenever you can actually see this man and run across him again, he looks like he got lost on the way to Ren Faire. He hasn't quite gotten the memo that it's okay for him to not be in full regalia at all times.]

I suppose if their desire to return was so strong, perhaps they would handle it better than most, but I can't imagine it to be easy either way. Even those that were in the...dream, I suppose - the memories of dying surely would leave some sort of mark...

[He has not yet raised someone from the dead that hasn't been Extremely Mad At Him for doing so?]

...My apologies, it's just a bit surreal to me is all.
journalname: (🔱 remote)

[personal profile] journalname 2019-01-19 05:02 am (UTC)(link)
No, I understand. It was a strange situation all around.

[...should he bring this up? He probably shouldn't bring this up.]

There were some of us who had died before being brought there at all. Something in the process of being transported from one world to the next allows for that, I suppose. I hear it is the same way here.
ideismo: (18. Of those I've served)

[personal profile] ideismo 2019-01-19 05:05 am (UTC)(link)
[...That's.]

Might I ask if you were among those that are unfortunate like that?

[It's carefully-asked - not hesitant, but there's no force behind it, either. If it's not for him to know, it's not for him to know.]
journalname: (🔱 thoughtful)

[personal profile] journalname 2019-01-19 05:28 am (UTC)(link)
[For a moment, Asgore isn't sure what to say. Washington had a good point. Why would he tell people, if he doesn't want it to get back to Muffet and Chara? Far better to just never say anything at all.

But there is a lot he would prefer they not hear. Is he to just keep everything to himself, for another year or more? It may be the right thing to do, but he misses the familiarity of Beacon. There was comfort in everybody knowing the worst about him, and still being there. He knows he cannot have that back so easily; there was far more to it than sitting in a circle and trading secrets one afternoon. Those bonds were hard-forged.

Still. He misses it.

...his hesitation has probably already answered for him.]


I was.
ideismo: (19. All the years I've walked unknown)

[personal profile] ideismo 2019-01-19 05:39 am (UTC)(link)
I see.

[Alexei is usually composed, and now isn't much of an exception; his voice remains even, at least, though some small, horrid part of him thinks that it's good that Asgore can't see anything - it keeps him from noticing how his fists have clenched at his sides, how his eyes have slid closed because he doesn't know what to look at and that seems as good an alternative as any.

He hasn't told anyone. Asgore is still a stranger to him; even if he weren't, he would ultimately have no reason to care, Alexei is fairly sure.

Perhaps that's why, then.]


Before I was brought here, I...

[His words trail off a bit; the thought doesn't seem to want to finish itself in any reasonable capacity. It frustrates him, momentarily, but not as much as the break in his voice before he cut off does.

Disgraceful, really.

He shakes his head a bit, more to clear it than anything else.]


...Likewise.
journalname: (🔱 regrets)

[personal profile] journalname 2019-01-19 05:49 am (UTC)(link)
[There's benefits to telling strangers things like this, perhaps. Alexei isn't bothered by Asgore dying. Alexei certainly has no reason to go gossiping about it. He couldn't even possibly know that Chara is any relation to Asgore at all.

Maybe they both just needed to talk.]


Oh. I see. [Asgore bows his head. He doesn't know Alexei well enough to be deeply moved, true. But the man has been decent enough thus far, and any death is a loss.] I am very sorry to hear that.
ideismo: (05. My purpose is set; my will defined)

[personal profile] ideismo 2019-01-19 05:56 am (UTC)(link)
...Don't be. I made a rather grave error; I won't be remembered fondly by history. It was deserved.

[He shifts a bit, however; this is awkward and he's fully aware of it.]

What a thing for me to be telling someone I hardly know - I do hope you can forgive me for it.
mamaterasu: (sobbu)

[personal profile] mamaterasu 2019-01-19 05:10 pm (UTC)(link)
[Yeah, that has to wait a bit, bwcuse you know what a dog does when it's wet? It shakes. As if on reflex, the wolf shakes off the clinging, wet ink, splattering a new mess every which way - trees, earth, and even her new friend here, if he's in range of her. It does little to rid the poor wolf of her black-grey color, but at least it's not as drippy. Still, there's really nothing else she can do about this.

She--well, they, it seems like. Have to...t-to...

Ba--

B...

Bbbbbb--








bathe.]


Mmmnnn...
catpiper: (i defy the shoulds and shouldnts)

[personal profile] catpiper 2019-01-19 06:58 pm (UTC)(link)
Okay, I'll find a place for us. You have to follow me.

[No problem, Acxa. She's got this. Hiding is her ninja way and she holds out a hand for the other woman to take, so as not to lose her in the paper hell around them.]

It's close. You won't have to fight anything once we get there.
catpiper: (what if my soul leaves my body)

[personal profile] catpiper 2019-01-19 09:28 pm (UTC)(link)
[They already have a busy god who needs to do things and that fluffy pooch is still on Nuidan. Outsource the work to them, they'd figure it out real quick. It's fine. And while Ren doesn't express that exactly, the smile on her face sure says Shh, it's fine, but she knows how this goes, so-]

When we get to camp, I have something very important for you to do to. Can we do that first?

[And then she will Free Them from this hell of her own making.]

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