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thefoundation2018-11-24 01:53 am
foundationmods) wrote in thefoundation2018-11-24 01:53 am
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Intro log: Welcome to The Resort!
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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. . . yeah. I hope we run into some shelter sooner rather than later.
[as bundled up as they all are, they wouldn't be able to survive the cold come nightfall]
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[ He kind of pauses. ]
Actually, it's kind of hard to tell. But probably not very long or we'd be frozen over by now.
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[he sets his jaw firmly and begins to walk forward, gloved hands dipping into the pockets of his heavy coat]
But I have none for how we even got here in the first place.
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I don't know either, but whoever brought us here must be pretty capable. Probably not as much as they should be if they accidentally left us behind, though.
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[them all being dumped in one single place in the forest seems pretty purposeful]
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... I'm not saying I think the whole thing was an accident, but maybe part of it was.
If someone's kidnapping a bunch of people [ Since he's assuming this is what happened. ], it doesn't make much sense to then decide to leave them out in the wild like this, right? Or I'd think so anyway.
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[but now he's staring at the pathway in front of them again, gaze narrowed]
Unless there was only one place for us to go.
[forward, march]
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Roxas' lips purse together as he recalls about the time before he joined the Organization - it was still different from that, wasn't it? Or it was technically the same idea, leading them to believe that there was only one place they could go. But the methods were ultimately different. ]
...I guess that's possible. But if they're doing some kind of mind game, they're not going to get what they want.
[ He's reluctant to subscribe to the idea, even if he acknowledges it's possible. Any first sign of trouble though and Roxas is prepared to take whoever might be behind this all down. ]
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[if Roxas is paying attention. . . he may catch the slightest glimmer of a sharp smile on Akira’s features. but he hides it well behind his scarf, and even pull the article of clothing over his mouth to keep it from being seen]
You’re right. They sure as hell aren’t.
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I don't think we traded names, right? It looks like we're going to be in this together, so might as well. Mine's Roxas.
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[honorifics and formalities were a pain in the ass, especially in circumstances like this. Akira doesn't trust easily, but even he could admit that they were all in this together. in. . . a sense]