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

[swordhandled]

Did Uncle Frederick teach you anything about clearing roads, Gerome?

[maskarang]

Why would he—! [ Whipping around and gritting his teeth??? Why this. ] Stay your tongue, Owain. I have no intention of speaking of the past and even less of reminiscing on the lessons of the departed. If your aim is to lure me into aiding you—you waste your breath.

I will not help you shovel snow. [ Walking away for real now, actual-bye. ]

[swordhandled]

--Ack, wait, Gerome!

[ totally leaving what he was doing and following after him, reaching out to grab his arm ]

What's wrong? I mean-- the departed? [ he's a little confused because he saw fred and cherche just fine?? before he left??? ]

[maskarang]

[ turning his head back when owain calls to him. ]

Keep your distance. [ harshly. ok, well, those versions are probably fine but he didn't support with them enough. ]

[swordhandled]

--Did I say something wrong?

[ keeping his distance but still following after him

and wow gerome?? you should always support with your parents/???? ]

[maskarang]

... Forget it.

[ this is why he needs minerva full-sized. too many people have made a habit of following him whenever he tries to leave.

and don't tell him who to support with??? let him live his best bat life in bat peace?? ]

[swordhandled]

[ except he won't, he's looking around, making sure there's nobody close by, but he's still getting slightly closer and speaking quietly ]

Is everything OK between you and Frederick?

[maskarang]

[ meanwhile he doesn't bother whispering. ]

There is nothing between us.

[swordhandled]

What do you mean? He's your father.

[maskarang]

No. He's the illusion of a man I knew for far too short a time. In face, voice, and manner they may be the same... but in the ways that count most, they differ.

[swordhandled]

What are you talking about? He's still your father, in spite of the fact that you haven't been born for him yet! The people we met, they're all our parents!

[maskarang]

When I look at him all I see are the eyes of a stranger. I will not pretend otherwise, nor will I delude myself into believing he's part of my family.

[swordhandled]

Why? Because he hasn't had the same experiences that you have?

[maskarang]

My reasons are none of your concern.

[swordhandled]

You don't think Uncle Frederick wasn't important to me either? I missed him too, but seeing him again and seeing he was the same man made that ache go away.

They cared for us as though we were they children that they will eventually give birth too.

[maskarang]

If you think you can change my mind by speaking of your own experiences, you are mistaken. Do not forget—I wanted nothing to do with this dream of the past from the start.

[swordhandled]

It's not just my experiences. I saw how he and your mother cared for you across the camps we made.

[maskarang]

[ he halts his steps. ] ... Enough.

[ for a moment, maybe owain can tell how pained his expression is beneath the mask. quietly, he murmurs a single word before stalking off again. ] Please.

[swordhandled]

[ he watches gerome walk away. he pushed hard, but gerome can't live like this ]