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

[foundationmods]

Oh, for a while, Ms. Inaban. Out here, the roads don't get cleared often. You'll most definitely be spending Christmas with us.

[dereban]

Christmas?

[ Actually, speaking of which: ] What's the date right now? Month, day, and year.

[foundationmods]

November 25th, 2018.

[The Staff member smiles after reciting that.]

[dereban]

. . .huh.

[ That's definitely not the date she remembers it being, but she has no reason to believe that they'd lie about something as simple as a date. She just sighs, pinching the bridge of her nose in annoyance. ]

Thanks, I guess.

[foundationmods]

No problem, Ms. Inaban. Anything else you would like to ask me?

[The Staff is polite, at least?

And also flipping through the Guestbook at the moment.]

[dereban]

[ She appreciates that politeness, to say the least. But if they're is continuing to field questions, she might as well go all out here, trying to keep her cool. ]

Who was that woman, by the way? The owner of this place?

[foundationmods]

In a way. She normally handles the more important things around here.

[dereban]

Does she have a name? I wouldn't want to be rude while I'm addressing her...

[foundationmods]

[The Staff....actually freezes. For a moment, they look....confused.]

The Lady. You can...call her by that.

[dereban]

[ That is definitely not a normal reaction and it's one that is going to be mentally noted mentally. ]

The Lady?

[ ... ]

I see. [ Although she does look a little quizzical. ] I didn't ask anything wrong though, did I?

[foundationmods]

No, it's fine. Please, enjoy your stay.

[The Staff member walks away without missing a beat, as if that moment of confusion had never happened.]