Intro log: Welcome to The Resort!

[foundationmods]

INTRO LOG

Before you even open your eyes, you can tell something is not right. It's cold. Not quite unbearably so, but cold enough that you can take notice of it. And as soon as you open your eyes, you will be able to see why it's so cold: you're in the middle of a snowy forest, with only a single two-lane road cutting through the thick trees.

Unfortunately, you seem to be without transportation. Fortunately, you are wearing warm clothes and snow gear, so freezing isn't an immediate problem. But without transportation, you're in for a long walk ahead of you.

There are others around as well. Other people, just as lost and confused as you are. Everyone seems to be lacking any memory that might explain why everyone is here. As far as anyone knows, all of you were just ripped out of your previous lives and dumped here on this snowy road, wearing snow gear and having any items that are important to you already on hand. And for some of you, you even have a new power, one that you somehow instantly know how to use...

Two ways to go: forward and back. Despite having no indication of which way is the 'right' way, you feel drawn towards one direction in particular. Going 'back' is possible, but you get the feeling that you will be even more lost if you try. And given that you have no food or water on you, it's best to keep moving forward.

So, are you ready to walk? Because you have a long road ahead of you.



((Welcome to The Resort! Your characters will have any objects or animals with them that they should have given their canon point, but are dressed in cold weather clothing.

This prompt is just the first part of the intro log. New top-levels will go up over the course of the weekend as everyone progresses from 'where the hell am I?' to the resort proper, and to getting settled in. For now, just start with this prompt. We'll link further updates here for easy access.))

Comments

[perfeccion]

Mmhmm... I'm waiting for the other shoe to drop. What's the catch?

[she's wise to be wary! About the Resort, about him, all of it.]

Well, much of it isn't really documented anywhere -- they're just things about me only I know.

[latebluemer]

I hope we don’t have to wait too long.

[She really hates being kept in suspense.

And alas, though she might be wary, she is not always wise. Who knows how any of this will go.]

... Things that aren’t documented at all? They can’t be reading thoughts, that’s ridiculous.

[perfeccion]

Well, I certainly haven't put my likes and dislikes in a written file somewhere, that's for sure. How could they know?

[latebluemer]

Maybe... they've been observing you? They could tell from that, couldn't they?

[It's not great to think that they've all been watched or something, for who knows how long, but in a sense it's still better than trying to contemplate thought-reading. Her own likes and dislikes aren't hard to suss out, though some of them are... more obscure than others.

She doesn't think about the weird ones too hard, for now. The fact that the profile exists is bad enough.]

[perfeccion]

[he pushes his glasses up, looking a bit concerned at that thought] I... suppose they could have been observing me, yes. I'm not sure how, though, since I strongly suspect we all come from far flung worlds.

[latebluemer]

If they could -- do something like that, with space-time and moving us here somehow, then they'd have to have a way to access our homes.

[Even if she technically didn't even come from home and she's sure there are other anomalies. It's a lot to wrap your mind around, even when your mind's already been moved into a different form entirely.]