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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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Sylvando lets out a dramatic gasp.]
Faris? Is that really you, Princey dear? [But the group was nowhere near Gallopolis before all of this went down! Another layer of surprise to the whole situation, really.] I have no idea what's going on, but I sure am happy to see a familiar face!
[The words are barely out of his mouth until his attention immediately shifts to Faris' new set of ears and tail.]
Oh, isn't this precious-
[Let him just...touch the ears...
(Has he even noticed the mass of feathers trailing behind him??)]
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And then Sylvando is up in his business and poking his ears (which immediately flick back, that's weird) and Faris has no idea what to do with his face. He should probably have some sort of reaction to this that isn't more high-pitched distressed noises?? But that sure is the only thing he can think to do, give him a moment—]
Sy-Sylvando! I was... not expecting to see you here...
[And then he notices the feathers.]
...Are you wearing a new costume?
[that's... a lot of feathers...]
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Sylvando gives those cute ears a little pat.]
Likewise! But now isn't the time to panic, okay? Remember your training!
[The knight training that Faris totally started to come around on. Totally.
...that question gives him pause, though.]
Hm? No, I haven't had a chance to pick up something... [wait, his backside does feel a little heavy, though] ...new...
[He tips his head to peer behind him.]
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Oh! [Tentatively, he reaches down to run a hand along the train of feathers. When he realizes that yes, those are totally attached to his body:] Oh my goodness!
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...Well, at the very least they do seem to fit you very well.
[s-sorry you're part-bird now, sylvando????]
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Oh, I like how that feels!
[Can he just...
Ah. With a flourish, he manages to extend them outward in a magnificent display of beautiful plumage.]
You are absolutely right, darling! This is just fabulous!
[Well, at least someone is enjoying this.]
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You certainly have adapted well! I cannot say I am surprised by this new addition, even if it is strange to end up with something like that.
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I don't know, Princey-poo, it's still plenty surprising to me! Unless you mean what animal you seem to have become...then yes, that is far less surprising. Your family is certainly fond of cats.
[He follows that up with another laugh and moves in to help Faris try to get his hat back on.]
Hm. Answer me this, darling: What is the last thing that you remember? Was anything strange happening in Gallopolis?
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Hah? Have you forgotten already? We were going to put an end to the Slayer of the Sands! Or, well... [He lowers his voice to a whisper.] You all were.
[And then back at full volume:] I imagine that everything will turn out just fine in my absence, but... Well, it would not do to be away from home for too long. I would not want my parents - or my people - to worry about me.
[He's caught somewhere between the princely act that he's been putting on in front of everyone here and... not really knowing how to handle Sylvando. There isn't much of a point in pretending in front of him - Sylvando already knows the truth. But at the same time he's not really sure how to talk to Sylvando. Of all people to end up here... He would've greatly preferred the quiet boy with perfect hair.]
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That gets Sylvando to stop with the hat-straightening. He glances down at Faris with eyes full of concern, then turns his attention to running a hand through the boy's hair.]
Oh honey, did you bump your head on the way down? We already took care of the Slayer of the Sands!
[That's right, they did. Not Faris. But that's no longer all that important to Sylvando. Faris learned his lesson. Or...well, he's sure he did.]
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[No, that's... That can't be right. Can it? Surely he'd remember seeing them take out the Slayer of the Sands? There isn't any way he could have forgotten, is there?]
No, no, it was... It was nighttime, we were retiring for the evening before confronting it... [because faris is a baby and doesn't like the heat] There is no way I could have simply forgotten that! Is this some kind of joke?
[It would be easier to believe that Sylvando's putting on an act, that maybe he's just trying to humiliate or embarrass Faris, but... why? He seems sincere about it, and though he's been overly friendly that just seems to be a Sylvando thing.
But the alternative - that he really has forgotten - is way worse.]
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But Faris doesn't remember any of that? That's worrisome. And yet Sylvando can't feel any bumps on Faris' scalp, so at least he doesn't appear injured...]
I promise you that I am not joking. We truly did defeat the Slayer of the Sands.
[Sylvando sounds entirely serious. None of his trademark goofiness is present right now. He sounds more concerned than anything.]
I'm not sure what's going on right now, but I don't want you to worry yourself sick over it, okay? [Faris isn't good at hiding his emotions, so he has a feeling he'll let this get to him.] We can talk more about it once we've gotten our bearings.
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[Sylvando does seem sincere, and Faris really can't see what he'd gain out of lying like this. So the only conclusion he can draw is that it's real, and that he really is missing memories. But Sylvando's also right - there's a lot going on here, and maybe figuring out the rest will help determine what happened to his memories of that event.
Part of him wants to ask about what happened, but... Well, he's not sure he wants to fixate on it that much right now. After all, focusing on the situation at hand is going to be more difficult if he's distracted, right? Right. A good ruler has to project confidence! So he shouldn't be letting himself get distracted and should instead be focusing on how best to help those that have found themselves here, even if they aren't Gallopolitans.
He nods a bit to himself before straightening up.]
We will learn precisely what happened in due time, I am certain! Until that point, I will not allow this to deter me!
[...okay it's like 95% for show and it's obvious on his face, but he's Trying.]
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Well said, darling! We'll get to the bottom of this.
[And he does mean we. Faris is not allowed to give good ideas and then make someone else enact them!
Now, back to getting this hat back on...aaand there! Well, he's not sure how comfortable it is for those cat ears to be poking out the sides, but at least it isn't in danger of falling off again for the moment.]
But if you do start feeling overwhelmed, you can give me a holler.
[Dealing with the Slayer of the Sands was one thing, but this is another matter entirely. Has Faris even been outside the Celestial Sands? The whole situation must be like sensory overload.]
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Well, that's a problem for future Faris to deal with!! He reaches up as if to check that his hat's on right once Sylvando's done (though of course Sylvando did a good job, it's mostly just so Faris has something to do with himself) and he finally nods.]
I appreciate the support. I am sure I will be just fine, however.
[prrrrrobably... right.... it's not like he actually has to be a knight here or anything, so it should be okay...]
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[Because Sylvando is assuming not.]
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[Ohhhhh boy. Yeah, Sylvando's absolutely got a point.]
It depends on how untamed we are talking! I should... presumably be able to fend for myself. If things are not too dangerous.
[He glances around as if to confirm that there aren't any monsters in his immediate vicinity (which he probably should have done before) but for the time being things seem peaceful, at least.]
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Glad to hear it, darling. I haven't seen any scary beasties, but it doesn't hurt to stay vigilant.
[Not being vigilant and getting attacked definitely hurts, though.]
How about basic survival skills, though? Making a fire, foraging, making shelter...?
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[He says, like none of that ever occurred to him...]
Well, such things were... never truly a necessity in Gallopolis... a-and I haven't been outside the city much. At least not without my guards. S-So they are more things I will endeavor to learn, h-haha...
[So much for this being a vacation, huh...]
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Don't sound so intimidated! Really, they're nothing compared to facing the Slayer of the Sands. And you were more than prepared for that, right?
[...okay he'll be a little mean.]
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I-I was, of course! Haha... hah...
[rip his dignity, there will be none as long as sylvando's here...]
Well, at any rate, this island seems less likely to kill me, so I am certain that I will be able to overcome any and all challenges that it presents!
[Okay, at least he's trying to recover, even if it's still kind of a lackluster job.]
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But on a more serious note:]
Good! If this does turn into an extended affair, I look forward to seeing you grow from it.
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[That's mumbled to himself, but he's not exactly good at this stage whispering thing. Anyway, Faris nods.]
I will do what I can, then. You have my word.
[Not that his word really means much to Sylvando, but he's going to at least attempt, that much is a promise.]
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Going from serious to beaming in an instant,]
That's my Princey-poo.
[He'll pretend he didn't hear that mumbling, just this once.]