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.))

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[. . . uh]

I mean, we're not actually in a video game. Obviously.

[. . .]

I'm pretty sure?

[. . .]

. . . huh.

[WAIT MAYBE THIS IS A SIMULATION]

I don't think it's all that obvious.

[She is aware that there is some sort of disconnect happening between her own grasp of the situation and everyone else's, but she usually assumes either technological or cultural differences, so!

How do you figure out reality when you're running around as what should've been a digital avatar. Someone seriously needed to write a manual on this at some point.

And also I mean. She's sitting on a hoverboard and wearing what amounts to a double layer of cosplay.]

. . .

Unless this is a very hyper-realistic simulation. . .

[and he trails off, rubbing the back of his neck as he does so. surely this isn’t a simulation. . . right? or is he just taking advantage of his own understanding of reality?]

It's a pretty normal level of simulation for virtual reality, isn't it?

[It's semi-rhetorical, because see again: levels of technology and cultural differences. Blue Angel runs a hand through her hair too; there's so much uncertainty running through the present situation that really all she can do is mainline mystery coffee and attempt to parse it with what she's got.

Which.]

Except for the food...

[Is the food a progression or a regression? Mystery. I'm making up this tech stuff as I go along, don't look at me.]

I wouldn't know.

[considering he doesn't come from a place futuristic enough for simulated virtual reality]

Are realistic simulations common where you come from?

Yes. A simulation on this level is becoming commonplace, especially in my hometown. We're one of the most well-known tech hubs in the world.

[She shakes her head, which has the added effect of dislodging snowflakes. There's a faintly ironic tone in her voice when she continues.]

Some people have already started forgetting how to distinguish reality. But most of us try not to stay long enough for that to happen.

[It's been a while since she's been logged in long enough to feel any kind of pressing hunger or thirst, come to think of it. But logging out... doesn't seem to be an option. She didn't really expect it.]

. . . where are you from?

[he thinks. . . he would've heard of such an impressive technological advancement if it was really a thing back home?]

Den City, Japan.

[She glances to the side at him as she says it; is he one of the ones who will recognize or acknowledge the city, or even the country? She's not holding out great hopes, not here, or after their conversation, but one out of two or something would be nice.]

I get the feeling we should all be asking each other that, so. How about you?

Intro log: Welcome to The Resort!

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