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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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postictal: (sounds fake)

[personal profile] postictal 2019-01-08 06:12 am (UTC)(link)
How big a hole?

[Transmutation's come in handy, sure, but he's only ever seen it employed in small amounts. Small being the operative word here; if he's going to try to make something big out of it, someone's going to have to make sure he doesn't end up passed out in the damn thing's way in the process.]
solperierat: (Wary)

[personal profile] solperierat 2019-01-08 09:45 pm (UTC)(link)
'Bout seven or eight foot wide and deep. And that's just moving the earth out of the way, making the walls of it smooth or hard would need it to be at least a foot smaller in both directions.

[He's silent for a moment, chewing on a thought.]

I'll be honest, I don't know how bad it's gonna hit me doing something this big. I might not be able to move for a few minutes afterward.
postictal: (gimme a dang minute)

[personal profile] postictal 2019-01-08 11:22 pm (UTC)(link)
Are you sure that's a smart idea? We don't even know if that'll be enough to hold the thing.

[A big hole, a passed-out goatman that Tim will have no hope of carrying free from the fustercluck's path of destruction, and no guarantee that it'll be worth the sacrifice? He's heard better plans. He has also heard worse plans and facilitated plenty himself, but that doesn't mean he doesn't have some goddamned standards.]
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[personal profile] solperierat 2019-01-09 01:24 am (UTC)(link)
No, the smart thing would be to spend a few days making something we know would be big enough and making sure I have juice enough leftover to seal the thing inside.

[Ed growls under his breath, frustrated, and peers down at the Fustercluck's path.]

Which I'm not exactly opposed to doing, but it's here now.
postictal: (u like eating so much??? eat shit)

[personal profile] postictal 2019-01-09 01:39 am (UTC)(link)
If you pass out, I'm not gonna be able to carry you away from the thing, so you'd better have a good idea of what your limits are.

[Not easily, anyway. Not if the plan is for them both to avoid joining the mess of rotating limbs carrying the damn thing around.]
solperierat: (UGH)

[personal profile] solperierat 2019-01-12 05:07 am (UTC)(link)
[Ed growls under his breath, and goes quiet for a moment.]

...I could try to get out ahead of it, make the trap before it gets there. I doubt I'll pass out, just won't be up to running off. But if you don't wanna risk it, we can table the idea for when we have more set-up.
postictal: (gdi jay)

[personal profile] postictal 2019-01-12 05:30 am (UTC)(link)
[Tim blows out a sigh. It's not ideal, but - they're running low on options here. So, fine. Fine.]

Set it up before it gets here. As big a window as you can get away with. If you pass out and I have to carry you out, that's gonna ruin my whole day.
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[personal profile] solperierat 2019-01-21 04:15 am (UTC)(link)
If I pass out I've earned my fate at this point.

[He's only like, half joking.]

Making it won't take long, just gotta go find a decent spot. I won't be long.

[And up in the air Ed circles one last time to determine the path the fustercluck is taking before flying off to get ahead of it. Being a monster sucks sometimes, but there are occasional advantages.]
postictal: (.hea'ds poudning.)

[personal profile] postictal 2019-01-21 05:57 am (UTC)(link)
Great, [mutters Tim, who sets about tying the end of his rope to his spear in the hopes of jury-rigging an improvised harpoon. If he ends up needing to get the thing's attention, he won't be able to tow it away, but it'll certainly do to harass it.]

[Flare gun's still here, in case he needs to call for help. So that's nice.]


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