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.))

Comments

[xenoqueen]

[Ripley shrugs, looking determined to keep trudging along the path.]

All I know is that I was lying in stasis, floating through deep space, and now I'm not. There obviously had to be some point in which I was taken out and plopped down in the middle of nowhere, unless I'm dreaming.

[She says it all in a matter-of-fact tone, not looking towards Medic.]

And I sure as hell hope it's neither, because I'd like my wits about me.

[blutsauger]

Oohh! Interesting, interesting. Tell me, what was stasis like for you? I've never had the pleasure, myself.

Oh, I agree, but they're both certainly possibilities, with different methods of reversal.

[xenoqueen]

[...That's not unsettling at all, Medic, thanks!] It's just like a long, dreamless sleep. Helps when it comes to traveling for long periods of time without anything to occupy yourself with.

[Ripley can't help but cast a weirded-out look towards Medic--and then she sees a moving lump in his coat. For a second, her brain jumps to that chestburster--but...no, it's probably just something like a snack or...she doesn't know.]

What's that you've got in your coat, there?

[blutsauger]

Interesting- so while you're in stasis, you have no idea of anything that's going on around you? How do you wake up? What? Oh. That's Archimedes. [Said matter-of-factly.]

[xenoqueen]

The computer wakes us up depending on--

[She pauses. Then, in a flat tone.]

You say that like I'm supposed to know what that is.

[blutsauger]

Hm? Oh, yes, right. He's my pet.

[xenoqueen]

[don't trust like that. ripley gives medic a wary glance.]

Your pet. Are you sure he's safe in your jacket?

[Y'know, like, just in case he suffocates? Also, if that alien followed her out of stasis....]

[blutsauger]

He doesn't like the cold very much, so he prefers riding along inside my coat rather than dealing with the weather. Probably safer for him here than out in the elements, ja?

[xenoqueen]

Right. I wouldn't exactly want Jones out in this weather.

[She's kind of glad he didn't show up, actually...]

Just curious, what kind of animal is Archimedes?

[don't say chestburster she'll deck him right in the face]

[blutsauger]

Oh, right! I almost forgot- He's a homing pigeon!

[xenoqueen]

A pigeon?

[Ripley actually perks up a little. Animals are nice. Worth talking about to get her mind off of trudging through the cold, cold snow.]

That's a unique pet. Mind if I see him?

[blutsauger]

[Medic grins- the way to this man's heart is truly to show interest in his flock. But in a platonic way, because Ripley is clearly a lesbian and he supports her.] Of course! [The bird lump wriggles up to Medic's coat collar, and after a moment, a little pigeon head pops out in front of his scarf. Archimedes is wearing his own tiny scarf and hat. Ripley can't see the rest of his body, but Archimedes has his own coat, too.]

[xenoqueen]

[gay/lesbian solidarity. up until she finds out what medic actually does for fun.

She can't help but let out a quiet 'awww' when she sees the pigeon's head pop out from his coat.]

Oh, he's adorable. Did you make that hat for him? My crewmate, Dallas, tried putting socks on Jones so he wouldn't cut his paw pads on any loose bits of metal, but he hated them.

[She's gonna carefully try and pet Archimedes with one finger, if he'll let her.]

[blutsauger]

Unfortunately, my knitting skills are subpar. A few of my teammates, however- they made little clothes for my flock a few years ago. They're lovely, yes?

[Archimedes accepts the head scritches! He coos softly and leans his head into them.]

[xenoqueen]

They're amazing.

[A small smile greets her face as she gives Archimedes one last scratch before pulling her hand back. Ripley doesn't want the little guy to get too cold!]

Never really was one for knitting--my wife knows more about it than I do. I'm decent at sewing, though. Useful skill to have in case my uniform got torn or whatever.

[blutsauger]

[Medic just lights up at the mention of her wife. Solidarity!]

Yes, my boyfriend is one of the ones who helped make these. He helps with torn uniforms as well.

[xenoqueen]

[Likewise, Ripley quirks an eyebrow at the mention of his boyfriend. Solidarity....!!!!!]

He must be a very talented man.

[She eyes the...numerous red plus signs decorating the man's outfit.] I'm guessing you're a medic of some sort? Military, maybe?

[blutsauger]

He certainly is.

[Just the thought of Misha has this man looking more at ease than he has all day. Of course, there's still the concern of Where Misha IS, but he'll figure it out.]

You have it exactly on the nose, my friend! Most people call me Medic. And I am... [He thinks it over for a moment.] I suppose you could call it a war that I am in, yes. It barely counts as a war, if I'm honest. But there's quite a lot of bloodshed.

[xenoqueen]

You must be quite busy, then.

[He seems...rather chipper for someone who's supposedly a medic during wartime. People handle pressure in different ways, though. Ripley doesn't think much of it.]

Well, at least we know that if anybody gets hurt, there's at least one person competent enough to help.

[uh huh]

[blutsauger]

[Medic is absolutely competent, he's just very excitable and likes making new additions to a human body]

Oh, certainly. I may not have most of my supplies, but I can make do! At least I still have my Medigun, though I am not a fan of how it's looking right now.

[The Medigun in question is strapped to his hip and is periodically sparking and smoking. Various pieces are either missing or barely hanging on.]

[xenoqueen]

...You mean that piece of junk?

[Honestly she had just thought it was a piece of broken equipment. She frowns, tilting her head to the side.]

What on Earth is a Medigun? Looks kind of like a really clunky wound sealer.

[listen i don't know how 22nd century medicine works so i'm just going to go with this for now]

[blutsauger]

Hey! I built this thing myself, you know. [With scrap metal, duct tape, and a prayer.]

It doesn't normally look so... distressed. Honestly, I wouldn't be surprised if it was sabotaged by whoever brought us here.

Wound sealer is accurate enough, I suppose. It's capable of healing most non-mortal wounds and a few mortal ones. It can also provide temporary invulnerability to all forms of damage when charged up enough.

[xenoqueen]

Oh! Oh. [oops] Sorry, it just...looks kind of like a mess, right now. [A pause.] You could probably sell that tech to the government, if you wanted, though I'd doubt they'd use it for anything good.

[A medic and an engineer...impressive.]

Guess they didn't want to make things too easy for us. [She grimaces, tucking her jacket slightly tighter around herself.] Whoever they are.

[blutsauger]

Hah! As if I would trust any government with anything I've made. I've seen how that plays out enough times. It's bad enough that our Administrator keeps a hand on everything we do. The last thing I need is my life's work mass produced in a military to fight more useless wars.

[xenoqueen]

[She lets out a dry, humorless laugh.] Oh, believe me, I agree with that. I just wish I had realized it before I joined the merchant navy.

[Cus what's better than doing army stuff than doing army stuff with capitalism?]

So, what exactly are you fighting for? Or...uh. What were you fighting for?