Intro log: Welcome to The Resort!

[foundationmods]

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

[latebluemer]

Hmph, I'd hope not. I've had enough of memory altering or whatever they do these days.

[Blue Angel is good at faux-casual when it comes to these things by now, but there's still some stiffness to her reply, because too many things have happened recently for her to be sure of herself. It doesn't matter whether she's in Link VRAINS or somewhere else; the infiltration of technology doesn't stop or slow for anyone.

So she can't rule anything out. It's very annoying.

For now, she focuses on keeping warm where she's curled up on her hoverboard, looking curiously for the bird that was around earlier but not bringing it up for the moment.]

And I've never heard of brain-scooping, but I'm pretty sure I wouldn't want that either.

[blutsauger]

Fair enough, ja? Personally, I'm rather well-informed on brain-scooping, so I may be able to figure out ways to prepare memories removed through that. If I had an extra supply of brains, first, of course.

[latebluemer]

I wasn't asking for details, you know.

[It's a little bit sharp, because who just walks up to strangers (teenage girl strangers!) and starts talking about brain piles and removing memories with that kind of wording? And she may have implied a question, but she totally wasn't asking for that kind of detail??

He's going to get the side-eye from her for a little while before she gives a little huff.]

That's pretty creepy. I don't think any of us want you messing with our brains or anyone else's, if that's the way you do things.

[blutsauger]

[Medic looks confused.]

I... wasn't even going into much detail? Believe me, you will know when I go into detail about brain-scooping. Much worse.

And I wasn't planning on messing with anyone's brains? [He holds his hands up defensively.] You are all so jumpy. I'm not performing any experiments without permission.

[He's got standards, at least with civilians who didn't have a contract they signed explicitly saying they were cool with getting random animal organ transplants and invulnerability devices. And he's sure as hell not performing experiments on teenagers, God.]

[latebluemer]

... I didn't need to know that either.

[She doesn't need to know how much worse it would be!! Her imagination's going to run wild!!

There's a definite sigh there, but she doesn't bother to apologize -- of course she's jumpy, and she's fully aware of it, but she likes to think she's earned it with her history. There are plenty of people she knows a little too well who wouldn't ask or even think of asking. So...]

Just be more careful with your words. If none of us know how we got here, no one is going to be very happy to hear too much about brain-scooping or memory manipulating or human experimentation! Okay? [it's partly real advice and partly just her being petulant] It's good to hear that you have some standards, I guess.

[blutsauger]

[Medic didn't come here to get yelled at by a teenager for talking about his job ok] I'm just trying to offer an explanation for what might've happened based on my own experience! [Her advice go through one ear and out the other, though. He's never been careful with his words before and he's not starting now.]

[latebluemer]

[The teenagers in this outfit are salty as fuck, unfortunately frosted and possibly kidnapped, sorry Medic. He may get yelled at some more due to an inability to watch his words but that's just par for the course with her, she can be a bit high-maintenance under the right circumstance--]

What experience is that, anyway? You never said.

[blutsauger]

I'm a doctor, of course! A battlefield Medic, to be more specific. It's my job to know about things like brain-scooping replacements when there's a lack of supplies or other viable options.

[latebluemer]

A battlefield medic... So you'd know things about survival, on top of all the other things you mentioned. If we're stuck out here for long enough.

[She's still not sure she'd trust anyone here to mess with the inner workings of her current form, and she's also not sure how much 'medicine' applies in a situation like this, but hey. It's a better topic to be on, relatively speaking.]