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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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antepone: (thehollowedartists at tumblr (125))

[personal profile] antepone 2019-01-09 03:11 am (UTC)(link)
They are.

[ She's smiling lightly as she says it. At first she'd been unsure about calling them friends--maybe they wouldn't feel the same--but she knows now that definitely isn't the case. They care about her, just like she cares about them. ]

I think I know Lance the best, but... they're all incredible people. I'm lucky to know them.
alchemisted: (34)

[personal profile] alchemisted 2019-01-09 03:18 am (UTC)(link)
They seemed it. And the Lions would not choose their Paladins lightly.

[A pause and he laughs.] I realize how self-serving that sounds, but I still think it's quite true.

[So yeah. That said.]

In any case, I hope we can come to be friends as well, Mira. It seems I'd be the only Paladin left off that list otherwise.
antepone: (thehollowedartists at tumblr (249))

[personal profile] antepone 2019-01-09 03:20 am (UTC)(link)
[ She shakes her head and smiles. ]

Not at all. Actually... I told Lance something similar a while back.

[ Her expression softens, for a moment. ]

I hope so. I think we're off to a good start already, don't you?
counterblows: (϶ come in like a sugar cube)

[personal profile] counterblows 2019-01-09 03:55 am (UTC)(link)
I've got no idea.

[Nothing's been successful thus far. He has two frag grenades left in case of an emergency, but he doubts both would have much effect on the thing aside from maybe altering its course.]

Maybe a ten pound block of C4, if you happen to have anything like that on you.
coincollection: (Your Danny DeVito dad yelled at you.)

[personal profile] coincollection 2019-01-09 02:13 pm (UTC)(link)
a;

[She wakes up on a beach, and isn't that just the strangest thing? It's unexpected for sure, but...she has vague, fuzzy memories of a dream. It seems such a dream might be coming true, if the unfamiliar beach means anything.

She brushes herself free from sand, spying the knapsack with her name embroidered on it. Which is curious - not as curious as the things inside of it. (A random assortment of goods, a flower made of metal, and a pair of kitschy horns? What on earth is she supposed to do with all of this?)

Lunafreya shrugs, hoisting her bag onto her shoulders. Time to get to the bottom of this and find someone who knows what's going on. If anyone else is on the beach when she arrives, prepare to be interviewed.]


I beg your pardon, but...what's going on here?

b;

[The pages are...interesting. It's not a degree of sentience one would expect from paper, but Lunafreya gets the feeling unexpected things are just the name of the game here. She is, after all, alive and well, and that's about as unexpected as things get.

(She was supposed to die, but it seems there are other plans for her. Fancy that.)

She raises a hand to the pages that are intent on investigating the Oracle, bemused at the way they perch.]


You're rather curious, aren't you?

[She's having a full on princess moment - just, you know. With paper trying to figure out if she's a threat.]

c;

[Wildcard option! Lunafreya will be out and about on the islands, so feel free to hit me up (at [personal profile] daintily or discord) to work something out or just go nuts!]
prettypurpleparlor: I have within my pantry (Table ready)

[personal profile] prettypurpleparlor 2019-01-09 04:00 pm (UTC)(link)
Assuming it hasn't digested them yet...

[A thoughtful pause.]

You know, now that I come to think of it, I can't recall seeing any eyes or ears anywhere in that mass- or anything that wasn't some sort of limb. Can you?

[Like, she's pretty sure there weren't any, but she's also willing to believe that she missed some by virtue of not wanting to check over the fustercluck too closely.]
postictal: (just pretend you're not lying)

[personal profile] postictal 2019-01-09 06:19 pm (UTC)(link)
I've never gotten a real good look at it, but I'd believe you. Doesn't look like it, uh - wants much else.

[Just getting bigger and using what it "eats," for lack of a better term, to keep moving it forward. Yeah, that sounds about right. He'd put it down to a single-minded predatory instinct: consume and move on. Reproduction, thank god, doesn't seem to be part of that.]

It doesn't seem that smart, at least. We can use that.
yallstupid: (/squints)

[personal profile] yallstupid 2019-01-10 12:49 am (UTC)(link)
[The repeated answer only sours Guzma's expression further, and he snorts. One hand raises up and he actually lets it fall right between the Storyteller's ears and horns, giving him a firm but affectionate pat. Shit, dude, does he have to spell it out for you? Aren't gods supposed to be, you know, intelligent and wise?]

Yeah, and s'our home now too, yeah? Y'know it ain't no thing to ask us for help here'n there, right? Pretty sure there's people here that like y'all a whole lot more'n I do - real tough folk - and 'preciate you a whole lot more, too. You ain't the only one here that can, and should, pull their weight, Flopsy.

[They still this idiot rabbit to stick around.]

I actually been meaning to ask you something. From back before all...this. [He gestures to the paper still wafting around them.]
vagabone: (and I apologize)

[personal profile] vagabone 2019-01-10 01:32 am (UTC)(link)
[He's seen a lot of strange things since being yanked out of the land of the dead, but somehow... a guy three feet taller than he is, wearing a paper bag on his head and wielding a scalpel, still strikes him as weird. Very weird. What unspeakable horrors are hidden beneath it?

Hopefully nothing creepier than a walking skeleton in a t-shirt and tattered pants. You can see his patellas, gross. But at least he's a cheerful skeleton!]


Guess so, yeah!

[Because it could be so much worse than annoying bits of paper.]
catpiper: (your brows will cut a man in half)

[personal profile] catpiper 2019-01-10 02:21 am (UTC)(link)
[The reasoning is lost on her, if only because memories themselves can be a reminder. If they have the chance to rid themselves of those scary flowers-

Of those pretty flowers-

Of flower she's not sure about, since they decorate their fur and bury into their skin, but it's their choice. She won't question it so long as they aren't sick.
]

Okay, but you have to tell us if you feel sick and we'll come help you.

[Then she pauses, looks to the papers and addresses them quietly. She has a terrible backup plan, in case their local god wants to be a stubborn punk.]

You can fly around really fast and that'll mean-'Ren, the Storyteller feels bad.' I'll understand something like that.
maxout: (002)

[personal profile] maxout 2019-01-10 02:42 am (UTC)(link)
What's that matter? I'm not exactly going to run out of electricity anytime soon!

Don't know if you noticed, but I kind of have a lot of it.
maxout: (002)

[personal profile] maxout 2019-01-10 02:46 am (UTC)(link)
Oh, I'm sorry! I'll disturb them?

[He has no problem shouting at the rabbit instead. Electro's not... the listen to reason type, unfortunately.]

Maybe I'd be calm if they could stop disturbing me for five seconds!
journalname: (🔱 golly)

[personal profile] journalname 2019-01-10 03:52 am (UTC)(link)
Oh - well, thank you. That is very kind.

[Asgore seems a little surprised by the offer, at least enough so that he's caught off balance.]

My name is Asgore Dreemurr. I am afraid I cannot do much at the moment, but please feel free to let me know if you need anything, as well.
counterblows: (϶ the bulls are sedated)

[personal profile] counterblows 2019-01-10 04:01 am (UTC)(link)
[Wash's teeth ache with how hard he grits them, but he forces his tone into something approaching steadiness.]

Great. Maybe you should stop shooting it off at people, then.
maxout: (011)

[personal profile] maxout 2019-01-10 04:11 am (UTC)(link)
Or maybe people should be smart enough to just get out of the way.
counterblows: (϶ the drugs just make me reset)

[personal profile] counterblows 2019-01-10 04:16 am (UTC)(link)
[Pointing a gun at someone who's very literally something of a live wire isn't liable to be a good strategy. Unfortunately, talking him down isn't doing much good either. Waiting for him to burn out is the best option, tactically, but it's taking too long, and it's too likely that someone else might get snared in the crossfire.]

[Besides, who's gonna wait two weeks for the kid to blitz out like a fucking magnesium flare?]


Stop and think for two seconds, will you? Are you familiar with that? Stopping? Thinking?
maxout: (009)

[personal profile] maxout 2019-01-10 04:24 am (UTC)(link)
[This guy's really pissing him off. Not that this is hard to do, even under normal circumstances, let alone right now. Being told what to do especially isn't making him any calmer. He's just about had it. Not with Wash specifically even, just. In general. With life.]

Right about now I'm thinking about how easy it'd be to electrocute you.

So yeah, I'm familiar.
counterblows: (϶ who would be king goes to the desert)

[personal profile] counterblows 2019-01-10 04:30 am (UTC)(link)
[Threat level raised.]

[He should talk him down. He could, maybe. He could draw his weapon, and - if his aim isn't hampered by a jolt of electricity that twists his nerves and stops his heart, maybe blow out the visor of the containment suit with a well-placed shot. He could take him out. He could.]

[Or maybe his nerves would be fried, inside and out, before he even got that chance.]

[He has something else. He has a shield, a reward for the shit back on Maati. It appears to be made of metal, which isn't fucking ideal given the conductibility of the material, but the possibility is that it's not simply metal but also something capable of stopping a jolt of electricity made manifest. It's not an unreasonable assumption.]

[It's on his back. Does he have time to grab it, put it between him and the kid before his nervous system becomes a twisted symphony of electrical discharge?]

[He tenses on the spot.]


You think about anything else?
sideswitch: (acxa 11)

[personal profile] sideswitch 2019-01-10 05:10 am (UTC)(link)
[ sorry, wash, but acxa's aiming to keep people out of danger if she can help it. that beast isn't stopping anytime soon, and seeing as though it's completely unscathed and unaffected by her bullets, there's no way she can take it on without forming some kind of strategy.

and her only strategy, for the time being, is to try and hide. run for the hills if necessary.

she drags wash into some nearby brushes, eyes locked onto the creature.
]

Do you know what that is?
counterblows: (϶ is on the television)

[personal profile] counterblows 2019-01-10 05:35 am (UTC)(link)
[Momentum carries him a good way before he registers that she's trying to divert him away from the thing, which isn't what he meant to happen, but it's fine because getting away from it is probably best from a tactical perspective. So he stops digging in his heels.]

[Though he does wrench out of her grip the minute they're in relative safety. Nothing personal. He just has hang-ups about being touched.]


I've seen it before. From a distance. [His tone is calm, steady. Assessing.] I've been trying to track it.
ideismo: (27. To walk among the living)

[personal profile] ideismo 2019-01-10 06:16 am (UTC)(link)
[And for all his differences to the beasts Alexei knows back home, "Asgore" seems exactly like the sort of thing an Entelexeia would call itself; rather than being disconcerting, however, it's almost nice to have something be vaguely familiar, sideways though it may be.]

Consider it my pleasure. Although, if I may be forgiven for saying so, I'll admit to a measure of curiosity as well - I'm not terribly familiar with any that are quite like you.
ratsinadaze: (Default)

[personal profile] ratsinadaze 2019-01-10 10:08 am (UTC)(link)
Thanks.

[The blanket does help to get some of the saltwater out of her eyes and off her arms. Tim's question comes as she's patting down her front, and she visibly slows to a halt. Gobbet's brow furrows briefly, mentally running through faces and names that don't match his, before she looks up at him with a blank expression.]

Nope. If I shot at you or stole your shit, it's nothing personal. [Shrug.] Girl's gotta eat.
flower_of_innocence: (hm pt 2)

[personal profile] flower_of_innocence 2019-01-10 12:52 pm (UTC)(link)
[It's about that time when the newcomers start to arrive. Lillie has done this before, bringing water to the beach along with a little bit of food, just to help those who show up worse off than normal. She isn't expecting the Storyteller to be there when she arrives via the mana pool. In all honesty, she hasn't had the chance to check up on them since...well. Since their temple was closed last month.

Gosh, it's been a while.

The sight of the flowers in their fur makes her heart skip a beat, though.]


Oh, Storyteller! Have you...been well?
story_teller: (Of easy wind and downy flake.)

[personal profile] story_teller 2019-01-10 01:30 pm (UTC)(link)
Oh, you shouldn't-

[Too late. Given an order, the papers immediately flock to Ren, swirling about her in more of those rapid, dizzying patterns. The Storyteller simply sighs, loping over and, with great care, leaping up to her shoulder.

Don't worry, Ren. They won't catch you with their claws.]


These papers will stop anything from entering the island that shouldn't be here- eventually, that is. Currently they're having... some teething problems.

[Just a few.]
story_teller: (This bridge will take you halfway there)

[personal profile] story_teller 2019-01-10 01:34 pm (UTC)(link)
[They start at the action, clearly not expecting it and unsure what to do once it's received. But it is received, much like Guzma's word- food for affection and for thought. He does have a point, however-]

I already ask a great deal of you. Limited as I am, the discovery of how you came to be here- how to return those of you who wish to return- that is on your shoulders. And it has already cost much.

I... cannot ask more from you. Allow me this much.

[They want to feel useful Guzma sue them? Sue them.]

And I will do my best to answer you.

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