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.))

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[whirlingmace]

Huh? Our tablets?

[ Cinque is here carrying a moogle stuffed animal. ]

What's a tablet?

[maskarang]

[ this is exactly what he's thinking and he turns his head to listen to anything anyone tells cinque. minerva also turns her head, she's a good wyvern like that. ]

[whirlingmace]

Whoa! [ It's a dragon. ]

There's a dragon next to you. Hold still.

{ Just going to make her mace appear in her hands. S'up ]

[maskarang]

What are you— [ And then there's a mace and hell no. Immediately, he holds up his axe. ] Minerva, behind me!

[ Minerva obviously doesn't obey and instead SCREECHES at Cinque. She's a proud, noble wyvern don't need no rider. ]

[latebluemer]

[Look, she is absolutely not Cinque's babysitter and would never want to be, but fresh off reading those damn rules and seeing two people about to go at it in the middle of the lobby and a discussion that she is trying to have (though really it's just a complaining session, probably)... Yeah, it's not like Blue Angel can just ignore this.]

--Hold it!

[There's a cracking sound, and a glowing blue snake of a whip flashes into existence to wrap itself around the head of Cinque's mace. She could probably still swing it if she was really determined, but Blue Angel has enough leverage to at least interfere.]

What do you think you're doing? Some of us are trying to talk here!

[whirlingmace]

I'm going to-

[ Whatever she's about to say is cut off as she winds up for the swing and snags something? ]

Whoa! [ She sees the whip and follows it back to Aoi. ]

But there's a dragon here without it's rider.

[ You look too big to ride, Batman ]

[maskarang]

I'm her rider! [ not that she needs a rider, as has been established in meta. ]

[whirlingmace]

Huh? But you're such a huge dude! You would squish her.

[maskarang]

Er... Yes, well, ordinarily she is not this... small.

[whirlingmace]

[ It's okay sometimes a dudes dragon is smaller in cold climates ]

Huh? Did you switch sizes with her?

[maskarang]

[ minervas never had this problem before, he swears ]

No.

[messianic]

These here.

[Modern protag to the rescue for both Cinque and lurking batman over there...!!

He'll show her his.]

These have everyone's profiles on them, and everything.

[thejusticewagon]

Oh, these slab thingies?

[she kind of waves hers around like it's not expensive, fragile technology.]

But I don't really see anything on it. Do we have to take this shiny thing off?

[she points at the screen.]

[messianic]

[UHHH.]

Be careful, please... they're pretty fragile.

[Anyway:]

You have to turn it on first. You see this button here...?

[He'll gesture to it, and let her actually press it.]

If you press it, you'll turn it on.

[thejusticewagon]

Oh, okay. Let me see...

[she pushes the button...

...

...

!!!!!]

Whoa! That's so cool!

[messianic]

Right...? It's pretty impressive how they work.

Just try to be careful with it, since the screens can shatter pretty easily if you drop it.

[thejusticewagon]

Oh, does that let all the magic out, then...?

[whirlingmace]

Thanks, Mimi. You're the best.

[ She scans the page and then... hmm! ]

What type of ramen do you prefer?

[messianic]

[A slow blink. He supposes it does say to ask...]

I like all of them, so it depends on the day, really... tonkatsu ramen, maybe, right now?

[....]

I don't know why it says to ask.

[whirlingmace]

Maybe they want to take you out on a date?

[ The whole staff. All of them. ]

[messianic]

[A slow, slow blink.]

... No, I don't think that's what it is.

[HE HOPES THAT'S NOT WHAT IT IS.]

[whirlingmace]

[ There's already a dude covered in ink and glitter checking you out ]

Hmm. Then maybe they just want to be your friend.

[messianic]

I guess we'll see.

[He tilts his head.]

It'd be nice to think that's it, wouldn't it?

[whirlingmace]

Making new friends would be nice.

[ Hmm ]

I know. Let's see what it says on my profile.

[ Let's poke his screen to pull it up. Ignore the dislikes and whole business about being used to bloodshed, Mimi. Her focus goes to the part about them getting chocobo merchandise. ]

Hey, they have put chocobos in here. Maybe they do want to make friends.

[messianic]

[Uh... huh...........]

I... maybe. It can't hurt to be hopeful, I guess.

Just be careful too, okay?