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thefoundation2018-11-24 01:53 am
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Intro log: Welcome to The Resort!

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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[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.
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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. ]
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[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?
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So.
It thunks him in the forehead, and then lands in a snowdrift.
Face up at least.]
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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?
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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?
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Coffee, actually. Specially brewed by yours truly.
[a beat]
[. . .]
[no, he's not gonna tell her it's at least a week old]
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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.]
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done
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[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.]
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Do. . . you need a piggyback ride?
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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?
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. . .
[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.
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[ 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. ]
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. . .
Heeeeeey.
[trotting towards Roxas and crouching down next to him, like he has with so many others]
Are you still with me?
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Akira.
[she folds her arms at him]
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. . .!
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]
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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. ]
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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.
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I think an HP-Up or a Cold-Resistance Buff would be better right now... but it's better than nothing!
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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. ]
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[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]
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What the hell is SP?
[He's from a scifi horror movie, not a video game.]
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[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?
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