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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[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]

[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]

[she stares him down.

in fact, it's pretty immediately obvious that she doesn't quite buy his excuse. She's still not sure what to make of this but she knows... that's a waste of coffee. and there was a good chance, everyone might need some at some point. It was good coffee.

She'd hate people to get the wrong impression, just because it went straight at their head]

... I'm a little doubtful.

[a lengthy pause]

[and then he just holds a thermos out for her to take. coffee, Queen??]

[is this a stareoff?

well. she doesn't take her eyes off him, and then reaches out slowly to take the thermos.]

Thank you. That was helpful.

Don't mention it.

[if it's a stare off, Akira loses when his expression softens and a smile twitches up the corners of his mouth]

[but the smile vanishes in an instant, because there's something important he has to ask]

Are you okay? You're not hurt, are you?

[she's actually going to pull the thermos in a little-- she's not optimistic that it'll be warm, but, it's something.]

I'm fine, don't worry. I've even managed to avoid stray snowballs so far.

I haven't seen anyone hurt, actually... And we're not the only ones confused.

[more relief, and he sets his jaw and nods at her firmly, his expression taking on a business-like edge]

That's good, but. . . weird. Is this. . . a mass kidnapping?

I... think so, somehow.

The other strange thing? These aren't my clothes.

[she would have bought them, but... they're definitely not ones she owns.]

Ah.

[right. the one thing he wasn't trying to think too hard about, because who changed them]

And these aren't mine. Even if I do kind of like the hat.

[FIDDLES WITH THE CAT EARS]

[unfortunately she... was bound to notice and comment on it, though she does offer a very, very small smile at the cap, but... honestly, the situation's a little too weird for her to roll with it, at least right then.]

... Mm. But you still had coffee?

Not just the coffee.

[he rolls his bag to his elbow and reaches inside to pull out. . . a very familiar buchi calculator]

I have everything I had on me at the last moment I remember.

I can relate...

[she reaches into her pocket, and pulls out her brass knuckles, or at least one of them]

Very interesting...

[a flash of amusement appears in Akira's expression, but unfortunately he didn't arrive with any weapons. what's up with that??]

So whoever brought us here didn't bother disarming us first.

Huh. That's cocky of them.

I think it's safer to say that they bothered giving us weapons.

[given the clothes situation, after all. and she figures the intent is different enough between those two statements that it's worth clarifying.]

It's still cocky, but...

A slightly different implication.

[he takes a step forward, foot sinking into the snow. time to walk]

. . . what even lives in these woods?

[too bad it's not the snowy forest he has to worry about]

Exactly.

[she doesn't know what to think, except she still doesn't like the directional nudge she's feeling.]

I'm not sure. I hope it's normal things, like foxes or bears. [and not yurei or other evil spirits... she shifts a little closer to him at that thought.] By the way, do you feel like there's a "right" direction to go in?

[Akira jerks his thumb towards the path ahead]

Like something is pulling us forward, right?

Yes, exactly like that.

[her face clearly says she doesn't like it.]

[yyyeah he doesn't either, evident by the way his own expression hardens]

. . . what lies ahead of us, I wonder?

Intro log: Welcome to The Resort!

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