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intro log
Whether you were in the middle of battle, on a grand adventure, or simply relaxing somewhere comfortable doesn’t matter. Whatever it was you were doing is suddenly interrupted by time suddenly going still. Everything around you freezes. The rest of the world seems to come to a standstill. The only thing that appears to be in motion is you -- though any temptation to try and figure out what’s going on is suddenly interrupted by the presence of something...small. Something light, like a piece of paper, floating down right in front of you.
A closer inspection reveals that this mysterious piece of paper is actually a ticket of some kind. You can’t quite decipher what it says, but judging by the layout of the text and the clear image of an airplane on it, you can tell that this is a travel ticket.
Not that you have much time to inspect it anyway, because when you reach out and touch it, the world suddenly starts to warp.
- Arrival
You blink, and the next thing you know, you’re falling. You aren’t falling quite as gracefully as that strange ticket was; no, you’re descending very rapidly towards the ground. You can make out that your body is...glowing...a bright shade of yellow, and the ground can either mean the sand on the beach or the ocean itself. Regardless of where you land, the impact is not painful. You can feel the thud or the splash depending on where you end up, but it doesn’t hurt whatsoever.
Those in the water are not far away from shore at all. A quick swim will get you to land! For those of you who can’t swim, well, you may want to consider calling for help, given that you aren’t alone. The glowing seems to have stopped, but you can clearly make out the figures of other people nearby under the moonlight.
The land above the sand is thick with grass and overgrown weeds. There are some bugs here and there (namely tiger beetles) that skitter about, but unless you’re willing to use your bare hands, you don’t have anything to catch them with. For a light source, you can try to make a fire on your own using some twigs lying about from the trees, both apple trees and non-fruit-bearing trees alike, if you wish. Nobody’s stopping you.
There are also assorted tents throughout this part of the island. Each tent has a number on it and a little mailbox to accompany it, and there are eleven total. There’s nothing inside, when you go in, however.
The only other notable thing here is that smack down in the middle of the area you’re in seems to be some kind of man made area. There’s a large rectangle of dirt, and sitting on top of that dirt are three things: A wooden bulletin board with nothing on it, a large green tent with a leaf-like emblem above the opening, and a tall speaker next to the tent. Seems like someone’s been here before. If you step inside of the tent, nobody’s there. It’s completely empty inside, too. Below that tent are two large red tents, one with a "Women's" sign over it and one with a "Men's" sign. There are so many tents.
The airport to the south is locked, and try as you might, the seaplane docked behind it will not start up.
But before you venture too far out, you might want to gather your bearings first and chat with those who’ve been brought here with you. Maybe try to figure out a way to survive the night...assuming help isn’t already on the way.
And maybe some of you might need the help, considering you might not be like how you were before…
The Nook
Some time passes into the night. You’ve met some of the others, maybe did a little bit of exploring and set-up; but moments later, there’s suddenly a little seaplane up ahead. You can hear the plane from wherever you are, and it starts to descend near the airport. It descends rather quickly; you can’t quite see who’s operating the plane, but the passenger door opens.
If you happen to be near the airport, raccoon-like figure emerges from the plane and looks at you expectantly. He’s wearing a white collared shirt with a turquoise leaf-like pattern on it; he also has some khaki shorts on. Finally, he’s got the same emblem on his shirt that the sign above the entrance to the large green tent had. He smiles and it reaches his eyes.
“Ah! You’re all here already, hm? Yes, yes, it’s nice to see you here.” He walks towards the rectangle of dirt, and from his pocket he produces a microphone. Then, he speaks into it, and his voice echoes through the speakers: “Please report to Resident Services near the airport. Thank you.”
Whoever does decide to gather around will be met with an introduction from the tanuki: “Let’s see… First things first, welcome, everyone, to your new island! My name is Tom Nook, founder and president of Nook Inc. This is our first ever Deserted Island Getaway Package experience, so please bear with us while we make adjustments to our program as needed. Now... Today is your first official day -- er, evening on the island. Nook Inc. will always be available to ensure your comfort and safety.”
He then goes on to do roll call. This may take a while, but at least you’ll start learning the names of the other people you’re here with!
“Moving on, I have some camping supplies for each of you that I’ll be delivering to your tents tonight. I do have some assignments for each of you, you see, to ensure that there aren’t some people who are without a place to sleep in…”
Tom Nook then proceeds to read out the tent assignments. Yes, you all have those now, apparently. Hope you get along with your new roommates!
“There will be more announcements for you tomorrow, after you all get a good night’s rest. Yes, yes! Please get to know each other, and I will see all of you at nine AM tomorrow morning.”
A pause, then: “Ah-! Before I get to distributing the supplies, if there are any questions that I can answer now, go ahead and ask them.”
Should you not have any questions, you're free to turn in for the night. Get to know your roommates, arrange your camping supplies when they're delivered to you, and enjoy the sweet tunes on the radio. Or...you can get up to mischief outdoors, too. Nobody's stopping you! This is your island now and you get to do whatever you want.
Isn't that swell?
(OOC: Welcome to Vella’s intro log! Any IC, NPC questions can be posted under the “NPC QUESTIONS” top level; any intro log questions can be posted under the “OOC QUESTIONS” top level! Don't forget to turn in your threads for rewards, too. We hope you have fun!)
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Because she's too nice to shove him into the river--Adelaide sees the attempt at building a fire, and she's already on her way over before Laurent can even ask for help. She crouches down next to him, newly-acquired tail flicking behind her as she looks at the gathered wood.]
I can try, but I've only made fire with sticks a few times.
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Thanks, Adelaide.He watches her come over and he's honestly relieved. He saw some people soaking wet and thought warming up next to a fire would have been a good idea. Though... that tail...
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Laurent couldn't help but stare. ]
Yeah... I'm sorry, is that real?
[ He points at the tail. ]
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What, that?
[It twitches again, and the ears on her head swivel.]
Yeah, apparently. It's pretty new.
[Maybe she should be more worried??]
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But a recent addition. Laurent feels his the top of his own head and looks behind himself. No ears. No tail. He's glad that he's not one of the people who's had this recent development. ]
Are you used to this sort of thing?
[ He's Seen Things, and maybe she's the same. ]
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But when you've been brought to some mysterious island and had animal bits stuck to you, can you really afford to not tell the truth?]
Sort of...? I mean, this is a first for me, this sort of...dimension hopping? [She waves a hand in front of her.] Or whatever you'd call it. But weird shit happens all the time. You just gotta kind of accept that.
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It's a good skill to be able to adapt quickly.
[ He puts a stick through an apple. Yeah, he's gonna roast apples with the soon-to-be campfire. Then he gives Adelaide the sticks to make a fire. ]
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[She sounds amused, taking the sticks from him and getting to work on trying to make something happen. Don't let her down, sticks...!]
Guess so. Are you used to this sort of thing?
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[ He looks a little pensive as he watches her. Small sparks start which ignite a small flame, which is definitely much better than what Laurent could have done. He fans it a little with his hand in an attempt to make the fire last. ]
I had friends who used to dress up.
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[Adelaide has never actually met a werewolf, or any sort of shapeshifter before. She's just...heard about them. From a reliable source! But stories are still just stories.
She's pleased with the building fire, though, letting out a soft yesss.]
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[ That's really the only way he feels like he can put it. He puts an apple over the ever growing fire after shoving more kindlings into it. ]
I won't deny the existence of werewolves, but I've never seen one in person before.
[ He hands her an apple. ]
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[She takes the apple, leaning back on her heels and rolling it between her hands thoughtfully.]
What sort of things exist in your home, then? Vampires? Witches?
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[ At least... until Concepts come into the fray. But. Though he's interested in te examples Adelaide gave. ]
Do they exist in yours?
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[Sounds...honestly kind of boring. Adelaide did spend most of her life thinking there were just humans, but still.]
Yeah. Though you have to know where to look to find any.
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[ Oh, his roasted apple is done. He starts roasting another one. ]
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[She taps the apple against her knee, before piercing it with a stick and finally holding it over the fire.]
Most people don't know that kind of stuff exists, honestly. Everyone has their own reason for why things are kept secret, but I think most of them are just afraid of breaking the status quo.
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I see. I think I can understand that. If there's even a single faction full of disagreement, it could be bad if they revealed themselves. It would be nice if people could see each other on equal footing.
[ Alas. He knows that's not how species are. Hell, that's not even how humans work. ]
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I guess so, but I feel like people would be happier if they didn't have to hide parts of themselves that are so important. To have people know what you are...
[She sighs.]
Though I know it's not that easy. People will be scared or hate that which they don't understand... [...] Sorry, hah, this conversation got a bit heavy, huh?
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[ Laurent smiles a little more in an attempt to look reassuring. ]
In the meantime, let's just enjoy ourselves when we can. Maybe the ears and tail gave you some skills.
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[Her tail swishes.]
Some skills... Like what, extra good hearing? That'd be nice.
[Would it really, though...]
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[ Even if people had vaulting poles, not everyone would be able to use it... ]
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[ Laurent isn't a furry, but it honestly... makes people a lot easier to read. And that's always useful as long as you know how animals usually communicate. ]
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Her ears perk, and she blinks at him stupidly for a moment.]
Oh, uh, thank you? That's...nice of you to say!
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Did you think otherwise?
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Well... I mean, they're just. Things. That are on me.
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