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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?

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[In the Firmament, a gentle snow fell and carried...something else with it. Lost skybuilders' scrips, maybe? Weird, she was pretty sure most folk held on to those. She called out over her shoulder, 'hey Francel, I think someone los-']

[Then her hand brushed the slip of paper, and the next thing she knew she was a shooting star hurtling through space. A sensation that was less unfamiliar than she wanted it to be, to be sure, but definitely not an expected one. About as expected as crashing into the beach and somersaulting a few times before managing to catch herself in a three-point landing that was much less graceful than some. She stood up and dusted herself off, ears and tail flicking as she appeared to look for something that should have been on her belt and clearly was not.]

[Seven hells. She looked to the sky with a sharp frown, holding out her hands as if to say 'really, again?']

[Once things had relatively settled, she could be found investigating the airport--specifically, the seaplane in mild confusion. And as the day wore on, she would be hiding out in one of many trees as if trying to survey the island and its inhabitants, eventually finding her way to her tent around evening.]

So. Roommates, I guess?

[Cheerfully oblivious to the presence of someone else in a tree, a shoebill starts clambering up. His goal: those sweet, sweet apples. Though actually he hopes they're tart apples. Nice and crisp!]

[Of course, as soon as he grabs his second branch, it promptly breaks off and beans him in the head, leaving him dangling dizzily from one wing.]

[Honestly, being accosted by a sudden shoebill is the least strange thing to happen today. Of course one would follow her here, because that's just how it shakes out--]

[...Until the dumb thing made an idiot of himself, at which point she jumped down to try to untangle the poor creature.]

Agh! Two catgirls!

[Zeke blinks twice, then squeezes his eyes shut.]

Jolly sorry, there's only one of you, isn't there. Don't suppose you would mind grabbing the other hand... wing, thing that I've got, and giving a pull?

[He sticks said other wing up, vaguely in her direction.]

Tree's got some dry rot or somesuch!

Miqo'te, and hold still.

[byregot's anvil, none of this is how she expected today to go. Least of all pulling a shoebill out of a tree.]

Can't say I had a problem getting up there myself.

[Well, he's lighter than he looks, but he's heavier than he should be, because when you're a strange humanoid-looking bird what the heck is biology anyway?]

You must've missed that branch. Or I pulled it too hard, what with all the incredible power I've got!

[sir you are a bird, but okay]

[let's just gently put you on the ground.]

...Sure, if you say so.

Heh. I most certainly do! [Properly grounded, now, Zeke sweeps a wing through the air, twisting it in front of his body as he bows slightly, only to step back and draw it in front of his face, the tip over his patched eye.] You heard the name and surely remember it, but those mere words are only a taste of my true self. Bear witness to Zeke von Genbu! BRINGER OF CHAOS! Call me Zeke! Or the Zekenator! Or -- [Um. He drops that wing, curling feathers around his bill as he thinks.] Hmm, how does the Dread Bird of Alrest sound? Dramatic enough? Cool enough?

[She's just going to stare at this display for a hot minute, blinking eyes with slit pupils in a complete deadpan.]

[Gods, she's walked into a Hildibrand questline.]

...Scintilla's my name. Scintilla Caminus.

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