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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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Hey--HEY!

[There's a somewhat pissed off lesbian running after Snake as he starts up the snowmobile.]

What the hell do you think you're doing, heading off alone?!

[Pissed off lesbian, meet pissed off gay man. Snake barely looks over his shoulder to address her.]

Getting the hell out of here.

I don't think so! [Ripley is having a real tough time keeping up with Snake right now--her sentences are broken up by panting and wheezing.]

You asshole--! That thing's gonna run out--out of gas and then you'll freeze to death! We need--We need to stick together!

[Snake comes to a stop if Ripley is insistent on chasing him down. He's an asshole, sure, but he's not about to let her exhaust herself in the snow.]

I'm not going to die out here. [If nothing else, he knows how to survive.] And I work best alone.

[Well, at least he was nice enough to slow down. Jerk. She rolls her eyes, though the effect is lost through the ski goggles. Lone wolf type. Great.]

If you're so sure of yourself, maybe you can share a few tips with the rest of the group. We have literal children here and you're too proud to stop and help them get out of the snow?

Hrrrnn...

[Snake grumbles. Proud was really one of the last things he'd call himself.]

I'm no teacher. [What he had to do to survive, he's not going to make anyone else do.] I'm not about to risk them getting lost in this place by dragging them along.

[lmao tell that to the person who had to burn her crew members out of mercy

Ripley almost wants to tell him to fuck off and drive into the snow, see where that gets him, but it won't help anybody being petty and rude. She closes her eyes, sighing deeply and collecting her thoughts.]

Fine. If you insist on going alone, go ahead. You'll probably go faster with only one person on that snowmobile, anyways. But if you see anything, it's important that you turn back and let us know.

[Otherwise, she's going to assume that he's been ambushed or something....]

Besides, it's important that we try to keep the rest of the group calm. People are already panicking, and it's not going to help anyone out here if we lose our heads.

Thanks.

[Snake gives a slight nod at the instructions, they're not too different to what he had in mind.]

You can take care of them. You sound like a leader.

[She's got The Voice (tm). And general organisational skills.]

Military?

US Merchant Navy. Got a masters in engineering from the New York Aeronautics University.

[Which doesn't exist in 2005, oops! Her expression hardens, and she looks away. Weyland-Yutani doesn't know about this, does it...? Or maybe it does. She doesn't know.]

Guessing you know how to handle a tough situation when you see one.

[There's a grunt.]

Well enough.

[He sounds more dismissive than proud.

Then Snake raises an eyebrow.]

The New York Aeronautics University?

[He hasn't heard of it, which isn't of immediate interest, but then there was her reaction.]

Yeah. Said they have the highest employment rate in the United States. At least, regarding aerospace careers.

[She crosses her arms. Clearly, he knows about outer space, right?]

I've been in stasis for who knows how long, though, so....

...Aerospace careers?

[Huh.]

You're an astronaut?

...Technically, yes? I didn't do as much space walking as other people. Used to be a pilot for ships, actually, before I got promoted.

[i don't know how often they use the term astronaut in alien ok]

Pilot?

[Hnnrrhhrhghh?]

For spaceships?

[Ripley gets the impression that this guy gets talked to a lot, and doesn't tend to do a lot of talking himself.]

Yes. Though I've really only piloted one real ship during my time. It's a lot less exciting, now that we've got computers calculating these things for us, but it's still important to know these skills just in case we're caught in a messy situation.

Piloted? Computers?

[A contemplative hnnnrrrrhhhhghh]

Government must’ve kept that locked up tight, huh?

[Hes never heard of it, but no one was meant to hear about Metal Gear.]

[In response, Ripley just sort of. Stares. At Snake.]

...Are you feeling alright? It's hardly been kept a secret at all the past century or so.

[...Of course, corporate corruption is a different matter altogether, but it's not like that's a secret, either. Anyone with two brain cells to knock together knows that all corporations are corrupt.]

The past century?

[Squints.]

Space travel hasn't been an option for that long.

[????]

This might be a weird question, but what year is it?

2005. Why?

Huh. [...

There's a long pause. She just spoke to Ryoga, and he said it was 199...something.]

You sure about that? Because last I checked, it was 2122, and I don't think stasis makes you go back in time.

What do you mean, 2122? Stasis?

[He narrows his eyes.]

Is this some kind of joke?

Does it look like I'm joking?

[She crosses her arms, a deadpan expression on her face.]

Look, last I know, I was drifting through space on a life vessel and heading back into stasis.

[Snake doesn't know what to believe, but...she seems just as frustrated with the situation as he is. As ridiculous as it is, he'll give her the benefit of the doubt.]

Last I remember I was in Alaska, and our space travel wasn't that sophisticated yet.

[A grunt at certain...details.]

I can't tell you the rest.

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