thefoundation | Intro log: Welcome to The Resort!

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.))

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

You sound biased.

[he says blandly, but there's a flicker of amusement dancing in his eyes from behind his glasses]

It's a thermos of coffee, by the way. [he gestures towards Minverva's new chew toy] It won't bite or burn.

I only speak the truth. Take a closer look, if you wish.

[ don't you amused flicker at him when his mask obscures his gaze too much to see it! also, he looks down at the thermos and then kicks it over to the guy. gently-ish. ]

And take your thermos back while you're at it. Such a drink would only unsettle Minerva's delicate stomach.

[a soft snort, and Akira crouches down to scoop up the thermos and extend a gloved hand towards the wyvern all at once]

It was for you, actually. I've never had anyone turn down my coffee so thoroughly before.

... why? [ asked almost absently while warily watching that hand. it doesn't look like this guy is going to outright touch her, but... this method... he frowns deeply.

meanwhile, minerva doesn't react beyond watching him intensely. ]

[oh. he sure does know that wariness]

[Akira doesn't move, but he does keep his hand outstretched, mostly to see if Minerva will meet him halfway. if not? he'll just drop said hand down onto his knees]

Because you looked cold, and it'll warm you up.

[ minerva does not! when he lowers his hand, she raises her head high and almost seems to puff out her chest. ]

That's all? [ ... ... ... ] I wasn't cold. Minerva and I are accustomed to bitter winds and chilling cold. This breeze is nothing compared to the harsh gusts of an arctic sky. ... Still, I suppose I should thank you for your kindness.

[ so thanks or something. you appeased the rider but the wyvern remains untamed and haughty. su...ccess...? ]

[huffs a laugh at the way Minerva puffs up, but he focuses his attention on Minerva's prickly companion]

All right. If you insist.

[tucking the thermos back into his bag]

But it's here if you change your mind.

[ now that she's no longer receiving attention, minerva seamlessly slips into the background to do minerva things. like staring disconcertingly at people talking to gerome. ]

Another time. [ maybe. big maybe. ]

[with amusement]

Prickly, aren't you? Not that I blame you.

[he isn't offended at all]

Got a name you're willing to share?

A lone wolf doesn't need a genial disposition. [ A beat. Then, hesitantly (because there's little point in sharing his name but also no point in withholding it): ] ... Gerome, and my partner is called Minerva.

Kurusu Akira. Just Akira is fine, though.

[flaps a hand at him, annnnd then he's walking again]

Nice mask.

[ what the hell did he just do with his hands?? gerome is from medieval times, he does not understand these hip new hand gestures that the kids are bandying about! is that a wave? is that a goodbye???

did somebody just try to walk off first?? a compliment and dash... the worst kind of dash imaginable.

ok, ok. he's got this. best to say nothing so he doesn't look like a fool ] ... [ perfect ]

[oh, he likes this guy]

A simple "thank you" would suffice.

I wear a mask for my own reasons, not to garner undue compliments. Keep your flattery to yourself. [ turning on his HEEL. two can play at the stalk off game that he doesn't even know if akira is even playing. ]

Minerva, to me! [ he and minerva start wandering off somewhere. maybe in the right direction, maybe in the wrong direction, but definitely wandering off. ]

[. . .]

[HE WANTS TO BE THIS ONE'S FRIEND]

Hey, for the record!

[calling out to him, one hand curled around his mouth]

Pretty sure that's the wrong way!

[ don't listen to akira, minerva!! he knows what he's doing even if the foreboding sense that's he's going to get lost lingers in the pit of his stomach

minerva, accustomed to gerome's everything, swishes her tail and just follows him loyally and without complaint. ... about a minute or so later he turns around and eventually stalks past akira. when he passes him, he mutters: ] I don't need your help.

[swallows thickly to avoid cracking up, but Akira turns on his heel and trudges through the snow after Gerome. of course]

Of course not. You know where we're going.

[ bristling. he has the distinct feeling that he's being mocked but for now all he can do is grin and bear it. speaking more will only bring on further humiliation.

for now, he's just gonna keep walking. ]

[hehehehe. it's fine, though; that's the point where Akira stops poking. he does continue walking alongside Gerome though in awkward silence, broken only by the sound of the wind and the tree branches rustling in same]

Intro log: Welcome to The Resort!

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