lifeaftr | 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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The good doctor ceases up mid-headbang, index and little fingers drooping a little. LifeAftr, Enso, archipelago...no response from his memories. He really is completely lost. And apparently, literally unable to retreat back to the waking world.

"...I see. That's certainly not what I was expecting. Oh well, I was considering retiring here anyway!"

The deflated, saddened tone lasted all of two seconds before the cheer and humour are right back in full force. If he can't do anything about it, then what's the point of moping over it, eh? With all this in mind, Faust approaches Asgore proper, adding weight to his footfalls in case the Capricorn's ears aren't in peak condition either.

"So what's there to do around here, good sir? Where do we eat? Where do we sleep? Oooh, oh, oh! Where's the entertainment???"

I'm sorry. It is said that someday, though, we will be returned home. It will be as if no time has passed.

[Asgore's sympathetic to that kind of reaction. So perhaps it's a little surprising when Faust is fine two seconds later.]

Oh...well, there were only ruins here when people first began to arrive, so there are not a great many buildings. But we do have one restaurant! It is called Denny. Sometimes people will play music there, or we will have bonfires on the beach.

As for housing, most of us live on the smaller islets surrounding this one. I am not entirely sure where all of the empty homes are now, but I could show you there if you like?

Faust mentally runs through this new information: So there's some semblance of civilisation here, most likely comprised of many individuals and species from other walks of life, if Asgore is anything to go by. And they're clearly doing well enough for themselves if they have a suspiciously familiar-sounding restaurant up and running...

"That would be highly appreciated, thank you very much."

He tactfully avoids asking if Asgore knows the way - he seems to have been around here long enough to know his bearings one way or another - and makes to fall into step behind him. He won't mention that he's far more interested in the rest of the 'ruins' and their denizens than a place to sleep, for the time being.

"So, how long have you been here, Asgore?"

It is this way.

[He turns with his stick to lead the way. He does seem to know this particular path well enough. It's probably a common one; before long it's clear that he's on a well-trod trail.]

A little under a year now, I suppose. I was sent back home for a while in the middle - it did not seem more than a day to me, but over a month passed here. That is known to happen, but it felt very strange.

Faust follows Asgore's lead, continuing where he left off and once more taking in the scenery. Or at least he's trying to, what with more and more pages taking an unhealthy fascination with the bag. Is it because it's made of paper too, he wonders?

"That all adds up with my own knowledge, so far. It is strange, though...it feels like I just took a wrong turn on my travels and, bang! I'm here now. I'll need to talk this out with whoever's in charge at another date, but until then...ooh, what's that?"

Faust indicates the nearby building as they pass, only to remember his company is blind, so he amends his statement:

"I can see a building due...north? North of us. And I can see a small forest of sorts off to the east of it, a little. I think the trees are bearing fruit?"

Oh?

[He considers where they are for a second, Certainly not near Denny - he's been walking a while, they must be too far north.]

Ah, that must be the clinic! It is a public medical center of sorts.

And with that, Faust immediately digs his heels in and screeches to a halt despite only going at walking speed. It's a talent.

"A clinic, you say? You have medical care here as well? What's it like? Is it well-staffed? Well-equipped? Does it have physicians or clerics?"

He manages to rapid-fire these questions before suddenly remembering what tact is. A moment too late, unfortunately - he's going to have to deal with all this excitement sooner rather than later if it's going to make him all giddy like this. Something mundane will quickly settle him down, something like...hmm. Perhaps an opportunity has presented itself.

Immediately forgetting his tact, after literally just remembering it no less, Faust barely catches what Asgore says before he breaks into a light jog for the clinic. He at the very least has the decency to yell over his shoulder:

"Thank you for your help, Asgore! Go on without me, I'll find my own way! TALK TO YOU LATER!!!"

If they meet again, maybe he could offer to help with his eyesight. But right now, he needs to find out if he even has the equipment readily available for that kind of treatment to begin with.

Well, Nari was the one who -

[Oh, is he leaving? He's totally leaving. Asgore lifts a hand in a hesitant wave.]

Ah...you're welcome? Goodbye! [That was...very strange. Guess he'll just keep on going? Homeward!]

January Intro: It Grips Me

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