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foundationmods ([personal profile] foundationmods) wrote in [community profile] thefoundation2018-11-24 01:53 am
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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.))


perfeccion: (030 we're makin weird science)

[personal profile] perfeccion 2018-11-26 02:29 am (UTC)(link)
[Szayel finds his way into the room just in time to hear the Medic's proclamations about the skeleton]

Such incredible forensic skill, Medic! You certainly live up to your credentials. [Szayel crouches by the bones, running his gloved fingers over them] This poor young man, cut down in his prime. I'm sure his family will want to know what happened to him. It's only fair, don't you think?

[without waiting for a response, Szayel pilfers a few phalanges and sticks them in his pocket]

Yes, this should be quite enough for DNA testing later on.
blutsauger: (A garden of riches rots in the ground)

[personal profile] blutsauger 2018-11-26 02:39 am (UTC)(link)
[Medic glows under the praise, rocking back on his heels.] Yes, well, thank you! I appreciate the-

[And then Szayel takes the bones. Medic blinks.]

... Excuse me.

You could at least ask first before taking my bones.
perfeccion: (011 behind bolted doors)

[personal profile] perfeccion 2018-11-26 02:41 am (UTC)(link)
Oh, I promise they'll be reunited with the rest after this is all said and done. But, you're right. May I please take these beautiful little finger bones with me~?
blutsauger: (Theres a grave robber at large)

[personal profile] blutsauger 2018-11-26 02:52 am (UTC)(link)
Yes, yes, alright. [He waves him off.] Though if you have anything available for DNA analysis, do let me know- I haven't found anything suitable yet.
perfeccion: (020 is it real?)

[personal profile] perfeccion 2018-11-26 02:54 am (UTC)(link)
Unfortunately, not here... But my lab back home is more than adequate! But... I will keep my eye out and let you know as soon as I find anything of interest! We are colleagues after all.
13thpromise: (Swallowed up)

[personal profile] 13thpromise 2018-11-26 03:03 am (UTC)(link)
[ ... what ... ]
perfeccion: (009 we're making weird science)

[personal profile] perfeccion 2018-11-26 03:40 am (UTC)(link)
[his science senses were tingling]