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

[purrtagonist]

[for being plucked from his home world and dumped into the snow dressed in an unfamiliar outfit with no explanation as to why he's here. . . this guy? is remarkably calm. possibly because he's done this whole song and dance before. . . nothing really beats randomly waltzing into a weird castle and almost getting killed on your first day at a new school, right?? right???]

[he's wearing a cute winter cap and has a brown bag slung over his shoulder as he trudges through the snow drifts. and if you look like you're flagging, or are particularly cold, or are otherwise panicking about this new change in circumstances? he'll call out to you in an even voice]

Yo.

[and then chuck a thermos at your head. PLEASE CATCH IT. OR LIKE. . . LET IT THUNK YOU IN THE FOREHEAD, IT'S ALL GOOD]

You look like you could use some SP.

[dereban]

[ Inaba was just hit with a snowball earlier, and now it's a thermos. Today is not her day, apparently as she goes down a second time, but this time she's just going to stay on the ground this time.

The ground is her new best friend. ]

I think I'll need more than that... probably a full revive...

[ Her words are groaned out as if she's dying, even though she's. She's remotely fine, in spite of thermos hitting forehead. ]

[purrtagonist]

[. . . . SHIT]

[there's a significant pause, before Akira trots over towards her, crouching down at her side and saying, perfectly evenly]

Sorry. . . I'm out of revival beads. Will a helping hand up suffice?

[messianic]

[Yeah Minato can't unearth his hands from his winter coat pockets quickly enough to catch that.

So.

It thunks him in the forehead, and then lands in a snowdrift.

Face up at least.]

[purrtagonist]

[GOD DAMN IT]

Ah-- hey!

[t-trotting over towards the downed Minato, standing over his prone form and looking down at him a little sheepishly]

Was that a critical hit? Are you okay?

[rosebridled]

[ Well, she doesn't catch it, but she does manage to step back quickly enough that she doesn't get hit in the face with it.

She kneels down to pick it up from the snow and looks at it, then to Akira. SP, SP... SP that could go in a thermos... ]

Spiced porridge?

[purrtagonist]

[oh thank god. maybe, like. chucking these thermoses at people is a bad idea]

Coffee, actually. Specially brewed by yours truly.

[a beat]

[. . .]

[no, he's not gonna tell her it's at least a week old]

1/3

[moonlightbeast]

[In a display of unexpected dexterity, Atsushi catches it.

Blindly. Without even looking at Akira.

No really he just sticks his hand out behind himself and catches it perfectly.

And then he turns, and Akira will be able to see a glint of something dangerous in his eyes, and he looks ready to throw the thermos back with deadly precision.]

[moonlightbeast]

[But then he sees something and he just stops.]

[justonezero]

Ow!

[It definitely thunks into his head. This kid's just... on the verge of collapse, it looks like. His hands are on his knees for now, but he could very well faceplant into the snow at any second.]

I'm dead... This is what I get for being a no good shut in who can't even do five pushups!

[WHEEZE.]

[purrtagonist]

[NOTE TO SELF: yell out fore before throwing things next time]

Do. . . you need a piggyback ride?

[duskhound]

[Why do the people here... keep throwing things at people's head's... Well, she at least manages to catch the thermos. Or at least catch it well enough that it loses its momentum before slipping out of her hands and into the snow. She goes to pick it up after, even while she's talking.]

My star power should be fine. Even if I'm like this, I'm still an Elite, after all. I appreciate the thought, though. How are your reserves holding out?

[purrtagonist]

[FINALLY, SOMEONE CATCHES THE THERMOS. kind of. at least the coffee won't spill even if she winds up dropping it to the ground in the end!]

. . .

[also, he understood absolutely nothing about what she just said, but. hey. sure. he'll roll with it anyway]

I have enough for about. . . [mmmmmm tilts his head towards his bag] Eight people? After that, we're out of luck.

[13thpromise]

Huh--?!

[ He catches it with his face, and Roxas gives a surprised yell as he falls backwards into the snow. The thermos also slides down his face or something.

Thanks, Akira. ]

[purrtagonist]

[this is the worst]

. . .

Heeeeeey.

[trotting towards Roxas and crouching down next to him, like he has with so many others]

Are you still with me?

[justfists]

[honestly, while he's throwing thermoses at people, Makoto sees him from afar, and well. At least there's one person she recognizes? Which is good because, well, it's a little bit easier to keep her cool if she's not alone... in the figurative sense, as well as the literal one.]

Akira.

[she folds her arms at him]

[purrtagonist]

[he has knocked out SO MANY PEOPLE, Makoto. . . so many. so damn many]

. . .!

Makoto!

[the initial reaction to hearing that voice is pure, soothing relief. because, uh. yeah, having a familiar face here helps Akira stay calm, too. even if it's a bit of a double-edged sword because he wouldn't wish this sudden shift in his surroundings on any of his team]

[but then he whirls around, a thermos still in hand, to face her. and that relief washes away for the shame a child might display while being scolded by their mother]

. . .

[um]

I'm helping.

[he's trying to help]

[maskarang]

[ Catch it?? Please, as if he's gonna try catching some foreign projectile. It could be dangerous. When he feels it coming he steps to the side—and then his trusty wyvern companion leaps up and catches the thermos like a frisbee. Which is fitting because Minerva is now the size of a large dog.

After that, she just kind of... starts chewing on it before dropping it at Gerome's feet. ]

Explain yourself. [ SP makes no sense, say it better this time. ]

[latebluemer]

[This girl is maybe semi-dressed for this weather, so she's given up and snagged the best of both worlds: she's currently sticking by the group on her hoverboard, sitting on it and curled around her legs, because the price of being cute and birdly apparently does not include leggings.

Thanks, cosmic joke life.

When Akira calls out, though, her head comes up and she reluctantly reaches a hand out of her cocoon to snatch the thermos from mid-air. She'll open it and sniff at it curiously. What on earth is it and where did it come from?? Is he just pulling thermoses out of his clothes like Thermos Oprah.]

What's this? I've never heard of a drink called SP.

[jumpedtheshark]

[Tsumugi squeaks and awkwardly catches the thermos.]

I think an HP-Up or a Cold-Resistance Buff would be better right now... but it's better than nothing!

[delusive]

[katherine has pretty good reflexes being a vampire and all so she easily catches the thermos he seems to throw at her and she just gives him a questioning look] SP? What's this supposed to be?

[enter_the_darkness]

[ Guy who's throwing a thermos at random people meet guy who's been pushing random people down.

Fortunately, his reflexes are still functional, so he manages to catch it with ease so he can just...

... stare. at it... for a moment. He's giving the stranger a smirk as he casually drops the thermos onto the ground. ]

And you look like you could use a good punch to the face.

[ Loosely translated to: What the fuck is an SP. ]

[geckodad]

[The moment he saw Akira, he approached because what the heck are you doing here, kid. And then he gets thrown a thermos]

...

[Iwai catches the thermos easily, staring at Akira all the time, until finally:]

You never stop getting in trouble, do you.

['Why are you in here, Akira', he'd rather to ask, but he doubts Akira knows. All Iwai is sure about is that he doesn't like Akira is here]

[winter1982]

[Bennings only barely catches it.]

What the hell is SP?

[He's from a scifi horror movie, not a video game.]

[wrongtiming]

Wait, I wasn't ready for—

[He says, after it's already out of Akira's hands and predictably hitting him in the forehead.]

...Yeah, that seems about right. [As he bends down to pick it up:] SP?