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

[messianic]

[You know, it sucks to be dumped in the middle of a forest all of a sudden, it's true. Minato's extremely disoriented, but as is his way, he's just kind of rolling with it, hands shoved deeply into his coat's pockets (thanks for the winter gear), and glancing around.

He can be found poking at the trees to see if they're real (they sure are, nice), getting a pile of snow dumped on his head from one of the branches for his troubles (he takes it with a flat face and a shudder, and looks absolutely ridiculous), or meandering over to say hello.

With a pile of snow still on his head.

Don't worry, though, he's ignoring it as he lifts a hand reluctantly out of his pocket and:]

...Hello. You're real, right...?

[whirlingmace]

[ She looks up up at the snow, then at him, and then at the snow again.
She's smiling like she thinks it's pretty funny. ]

Hey, hey. Cinque thinks so. What about you? Are you sure you're real?

[messianic]

... Mm, probably...?

[He's honestly not sure.]

It's too cold to be a dream, right?

[whirlingmace]

Hmm. There's one way to find out for sure!

[ She'll reach over with both of hands to pinch each side of his face. ]

You feel real and very cold. Maybe you shoudn't wear snow as a hat.

[13thpromise]

Why wouldn't I be?

[ Roxas isn't looking Minato directly in the eyes though, giving a snort as he noticed the pile of snow on his head. ]

[messianic]

[...Well...]

... No reason. It's just kind of a weird situation, so...

[AHEM.]

I'm glad you're real.

[He tilts his head. Some of the half-melted snow slides off.]

[13thpromise]

Yeah it is. I'm glad you're real too?

[ This is a serious situation...probably but really part of him is glad to have his own body again. But the other part is kind of obscenely wary because as far as he can tell, Sora, his friend, and none of his friends are around.

That being said... ]

By the way, you missed a spot.

[ He totally assumes Minato tilted his head to get all of the snow off. ]

[dereban]

Nope, I'm just a figment of your imagin-- [ Okay, stop messing around, Inaba. ] Okay, no, I'm real. I'll even let you grab my hand if you're still unsure.

[messianic]

[There's a long, long pause where he seems like he's considering taking her up on that offer.

And then he shakes his head, mostly because it's cold and he doesn't want to take his hands out of his pockets.]

I'll take your word for it. Thanks, though--that helps.

[...]

And for not leaving me in suspense for too long.

[dereban]

Suit yourself.

[ She shrugs her shoulders. ] And you're welcome. I wasn't going to, anyway. Just isn't in my character.

[justfists]

[she's already... a little concerned about you. Minato. Just saying.

But she nods at the question.]

Yes, though you... may want to get rid of the snow on your head. It'd be a bad start of things if you caught a cold.

[messianic]

[... ... ... Hm. Well.

Minato slowly lifts his hands from his pockets, and dusts the snow from his hair.

A pause, and:]

Thank you. I didn't notice.

[How.]

[justfists]

[... is he... a yusuke type...?]

It's no problem.

Though, I do have a question. Why would you think the rest of us could be fake...?

[delusive]

Of course I'm real— [katherine just gives him a small smile as she approaches] I doubt this is a dream even things would make more sense if that case.

[messianic]

[Well... he smiles back, though it's a small expression.]

That makes me feel a little better. It's just... it was warm and sunny where I was last, so this has been kind of a shock.

[delusive]

Yeah— [she just nods at that, definitely understanding that much given what she last remembers too] I know what you mean. The weather definitely wasn't anything like this the last I remember either which makes this even more strange.

[geckodad]

...of all things to be asked...

[Well at least Iwai can't say it's an unoriginal first meeting. Hello, kid. This man doesn't seem to mind his presence, letting him stick around because, despite the response he just had, Iwai is actually slightly amused]

Yes.

[messianic]

[A long pause...and he nods.]

I don't think I'd be able to dream up someone like you, it's true...

That's a relief.

[geckodad]

[The lollipop goes from side to side of his mouth while he's staring at Minato. This kid...is kind of intriguing, in some strange way. Not the kind of responses he thought a teenager in a strange situation would have. Nerves of steel, perhaps?]

There have to be better dreams than a bunch of people with snow up to their calves, in the middle of nowhere.

[It's not that high, Iwai, geez]

[relentlesslyonwards]

Well, unless we're both dreaming about waking up in the middle of nowhere during a blizzard... I'd say so, yeah.

[but more importantly--]

Are you sure you're okay like that? [just. glancing at the pile of snow.]

[messianic]

... Like what?

[Yeah.

He's just blinking.

What snow.]

[relentlesslyonwards]

[Truly Minato, your chill knows no bounds... up to and including the actual chill on his head. He manages to hold back from blurting out something along the lines of 'Wait, seriously?' at least, although he can't really hide the flicker of disbelief that passes through his face.]

...You have a little something on your head. Here. [And to punctuate this, he gestures to the top of his own head with a hand.]

[wrongtiming]

[He might be more wary as Minato approaches if it weren't for the pile of snow on his head, but the question throws him slightly nonetheless.]

I'm pretty sure...?

[There's a glance down at himself before he continues.]

I think, therefore I am?

[That probably works as an answer, sure.]

[messianic]

[Oh... that's...

Minato tilts his head (some snow slides off with a wet-sounding plop, warmed by Minato's head), and answers:]

That's...Descartes, right?

[wrongtiming]

Oh. Uh, I don't know. Probably? But I've heard it in other stuff.

[A beat. Said a bit sheepishly:]

They used it in Blade Runner.