Intro log: Welcome to The Resort!

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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

[dereban]

[ Inaba was just hit with a snowball earlier, and now it's a thermos. Today is not her day, apparently as she goes down a second time, but this time she's just going to stay on the ground this time.

The ground is her new best friend. ]

I think I'll need more than that... probably a full revive...

[ Her words are groaned out as if she's dying, even though she's. She's remotely fine, in spite of thermos hitting forehead. ]

[purrtagonist]

[. . . . SHIT]

[there's a significant pause, before Akira trots over towards her, crouching down at her side and saying, perfectly evenly]

Sorry. . . I'm out of revival beads. Will a helping hand up suffice?

[dereban]

It'll work, but... [ of course there's a 'but',giving him a rather pointed look now that she's stopped making RPG jokes ] next time, warn me before throwing something like that, even if I know you had your heart in the right place.

[purrtagonist]

[. . . extends a hand towards her to help her up, expression turning blase and neutral]

Right. The word "fore" exists for a reason, after all.

[dereban]

[ She is thankfully going to grab that hand and pull herself up with a bit of an oof and sigh as she just dusts herself. ]

It does. Please use it. [ Moving on! ] So, what was in that thing, anyway?

[purrtagonist]

[hoists her up easily! and then lets go of her hand to scoop up the fallen thermos]

Glowing yellow nuclear waste that'll give you superpowers if you drink it.

[AKIRA. . .]







Nah. It's just coffee.

[dereban]

Thanks.

[ For helping her up, anyway. Although she does show a slight tinge of (fake) disappointment at it just being coffee to the point where she even dramatically snaps her fingers to make a show of it.

She may also be pouting a little. ]

And damn, I kind of wanted to see what kind of superpowers I'd get. [ No, she actually doesn't. She kind of has quite a bit of vitirol towards powers, and for good reason. But, coffee? Huh. ] What kind?

[purrtagonist]

[handing her the thermos as he answers]

Top secret formula. You'd have to sign a nondisclosure agreement for me to tell you.

[dereban]

I'm kind of scared to see what that kind of agreement would entail.

[ She does take the thermos this time, however, but has one more question: ]

You didn't drink from this already, did you?

[purrtagonist]

Nothing serious. Just your standard signature in blood, selling away your soul, sort of thing. Boilerplate language.

[pushes his glasses up with his thumb as he speaks, lenses flashing]

And of course I didn't. I have eight of them.

[dereban]

If that's what you consider "nothing serious", I don't think I want to know what your "serious" would be.

[ spoken completely flatly ]

Why do you even have eight.

[purrtagonist]

[what a weirdly specific number, right?]

Just in case.

[just in case of what. . . ]

[dereban]

[ It is extremely specific and she's suspicious, and well, the brackets just took the words out of Inaba's mouth. ]

Of what, exactly?

[purrtagonist]

I run out of fuel.

[OBVIOUSLY]

[dereban]

But eight?

[purrtagonist]

I have a pretty big tank.

[she won't get the real reason out of him no matter how hard she pries]

[dereban]

. . .

[ She's doubting this, but she knows when not to press too hard. So she sighs, instead coming up with a not-so-serious quip: ]

Your bladder must love you then. Am I allowed to keep this?

[purrtagonist]

[heh]

Of course.

[he answers easily, and then he tugs his hat further down on his head, so it covers his ears]

Don't drink it all in one go. Keep it to warm you up when you get a little too chilly.

[dereban]

Thank you, mysterious cat stranger.

[ She's half-serious about that comment. ] And I wasn't going to. I actually like savoring my drinks.

[ Although she is going to somewhat skeptically take a sip of it to see if she likes it or not. Hopefully it tastes fine and she's not somehow poisoned... ]

[purrtagonist]

Kurusu Akira. But I do like the sound of mysterious cat stranger.

[ha!]

[the coffee is fucking delicious, despite being like. a week old. not that he's telling her that]

[dereban]

I'm not calling you that this whole time, Kurusu.

[ Good to know that coffee is good, though. Still pointedly not introducing herself. ]

It's too long. [ That's why?! ]

[purrtagonist]

You were the one who came up with it.

[you could've picked a shorter name, Inaba!]

[dereban]

That might be true, but I wasn't going to plan on calling you that the whole time! At least, not until I found out what your name was...

[ Inaba Himeko is absolutely trying her best. Her best isn't great. ]

[purrtagonist]

As you very pointedly don't tell me yours?

[yep, calling her out on that one. but he sounds more amused than offended]

[dereban]

Yep.

[ Takes another small sip of coffee, as if she's not going to even bother telling him her name, but after a while: ]

It's Inaba Himeko, by the way.