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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[winter1982]

[The last thing he remembers is pain. Pain, pain, pain, pain, pain, pain. Incredible pain. Indescribable pain. His life is slipping through his fingers and there's absolutely nothing he can do to get out of such an awful situation.

But then the pain stops and George's eyes snap open.

He's still covered in the blood and jello-like orange goo, but now he's... wearing clean snow gear. And that scares him. He quickly pulls the coat off, throwing it into the snow. It doesn't matter to him if he's going to suffer because of it, he's not exactly in the best mindset to think about this clearly.

After he's finished with that, he finally looks around at his surroundings. A forest, a road, and other people here with him. It's clear thar he's not anywhere near the outpost now.

If anyone looks his way or approaches him, he'll try and kick the coat and snow at them, in an unsuccessful attempt to delay them and keep some distance between them.]

Stay away from me!

[duskhound]

[Well, it at least works in this case, as there is indeed a teenager who was looking his way who jumps backwards at that.]

I'm sorry, but... If you stay like that, you're going to freeze...

[moonlightbeast]

[Thaaaat sure is a traumatic freakout.

Atsushi has seen enough of those to know to stay the hell away and look as nonthreatening as possible. It's fine, he can wait it out. But he will be nearby, watching Bennings carefully for any sign that he's calming down.]

[xenoqueen]

[Ripley puts up her hands, trying to demonstrate that she's not a threat. Jesus Christ, all the adults here seem like a mess. She wants to ask about the orange slime (and, uh, the blood), but decides against it. Wherever this guy came from, he clearly was not having a good time.]

Jesus--calm down, we're not gonna hurt you. We're just gonna stick together and try to figure out where to go, alright?

[She's trying to keep her voice as level as possible--don't want to accidentally rile up this guy even more.]

[winter1982]

How do I know that for sure?

[He backs away a bit.]

Give me your word that you people won't try anything funny.

[xenoqueen]

You have my word. I don't have any weapons on me, and I don't want to hurt you.

[Ripley spreads her arms, as if trying to demonstrate this fact. Her voice remains firm and level. It'd be nice if she still had her flamethrower, though--it'd be useful in clearing something of this snow.]

Listen, none of us know where we are, or how we got here. It'd be better for all of us if we worked together to try and get to safety. Of course, that means you have to get it together, got it?

[winter1982]

[a flamethrower would always be nice tbh]

Okay.

[Bennings takes a deep breath.]

I'll put my trust in you for now. What's your name?

[xenoqueen]

Ellen Ripley. Ex-warrant officer of the late USCSS Nostromo.

[She tilts her head towards Bennings. Best not to make too many sudden movements and lose his trust. She needs at least One Other competent adult in her corner. Unfortunately, she's not going to find one here.]

Your turn.

[winter1982]

George Bennings. I'm a meteorologist stationed at U.S. Outpost Thirty-One in Antarctica.

[Wait.]

Or, well, I used to be.

[xenoqueen]

Well, just because you woke up somewhere other than Antarctica and started freaking out doesn't mean you're not going to be a meteorologist.

[She snorts, her voice turning slightly bitter.] What, did your outpost get attacked by an alien, too?

[She's joking, of course.]

[winter1982]

[Ah, jokes. Gotta love those! Here's a really good one he knows:]

Yeah, we did. It was the shape-shifter kind.

[xenoqueen]

[A pause. She actually didn't expect that.]

I can't tell if you're joking or not.

[Said in a flat tone.]

animal death mention

[winter1982]

It killed and tried to assimilate our dogs.

[Wait for it...]

And it almost got me too.

[blutsauger]

Hm.

[Medic frowns, tapping his chin. Hypothermia, maybe? Severe hypothermia can lead to shedding clothes under the mistaken impression that one is too warm... But this seems more like blind panic.

Hallucinations, traumatic response- those seem more likely. And what is that jell-o like substance?

Medic drops to his haunches and approaches Bennings slowly, trying not to startle him too badly.]

You're alright. Look, I'm a doctor. We're not hurting you, yes?

... Put your coat back on, before you start to freeze.

[His bedside manner needs some fine-tuning. It's an unfortunate side effect of working eith mercenaries for years.]

[winter1982]

Alright? I'm not alright.

[He tenses up as medic approaches him, but doesn't back away.]

And I'm not putting that coat back on. I have no clue if it's safe or not.

[Which might seem silly, but again, he's not in the best mindset right now.]

[blutsauger]

Hm. [Medic thinks it over.] Would you prefer to trade coats, then?

[winter1982]

[Bennings looks over at the coat on the ground, then back at Medic and his coat.

He silently nods. Yes.]

[blutsauger]

[Medic unbuttons his own coat, warning Archimedes first. The pigeon is more than a little offended at being unceremoniously removed from The Warmth, but accepts it as Medic begins to put on Benning's coat.

It's a little snug on him, but Medic doesn't mind. He hands his old coat back to Bennings.]

Better?

[winter1982]

Thanks. [Bennings takes a few cautious steps toward Medic, taking it from him.

Similar to Medic's situation when he puts the coat, it's a little big on him. Not that he minds, though. Bigger coats tend to make him feel more secure. He lets himself relax just a bit.]

You have a bird with you?

[blutsauger]

[Medic grins as Bennings accepts the coat- success!- and it only gets wider when his bird is brought up.]

Yes! This is Archimedes.

[Archimedes coos irritably as he pushes his way back into the warmth of Medic's coat. It's a tighter squeeze than he's used to, but in a good way. Very soft and snug.]

[winter1982]

Archimedes, huh? An interesting name.

[It's always cool when people don't give their pets super unoriginal names.]

One of the guys back at the outpost has a husky named Toothpick. [canon is fake and i can name them whatever i want because they have no actual names]

Anyway, what kind of bird is he? Dove?

[blutsauger]

He was technically named by his previous owner, but I kept it- suits him nicely. [Previous owner = the dude Medic stole his birds from] Technically speaking, he's a homing pigeon, but dove works too! They're in the same family, and the terms are often interchangeable.

[winter1982]

Now that's an interesting fact I didn't know.

[Medic is really valid for that.

Also, Bennings is finally going to offer Medic his hand for a shake. Accept his gross slimy hand if you wish?]

Thanks for helping me out, by the way.

[imstuck]

Already on it!

[Phil idly waves as he walks past him.]

[perfeccion]

[Szayel was going to reach out and see if the man was ok but GEEEEZ]

Goodness me, such aggression. Are you alright...?