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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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A.

NOT AGAAAAAAAAIN!

[Kersplash! With that pathetic cry, an avian form plummets out of the sky in exactly the way birds aren't supposed to, plunging into the water with a thick smack that would have made everyone around wince in sympathy if these landings actually hurt.]

[Soon enough, the figure struggles to the surface, wings flailing at the water till Zeke realizes that he can actually stand right here. He immediately pops up, folding his wings in front of him as if daring anyone to acknowledge they'd seen anything.]

[Wait.]

I'm a BIRD?!

[Zeke flails again, a few feathers puffing comically out to drift through the air.]

What kind of bloody ticket was that? Is this the Divine Nopon's idea of a joke!? AAAAAAGH!

[He isn't yelling because of frustration -- as he scrambles out of the water, it quickly becomes apparent that a large fish has chomped onto his tailfeathers and has no inclination to let go.]

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[Having adapted remarkably swiftly to his new circumstances, Zeke is standing on the edge of the grass, flapping his wings while hopping up in the air. ]

Come on! Come on! What's the jolly point of being a bird if I can't fly?!

[Nope. He didn't get lucky during this transformation. After a moment, he huffs, unconsciously ruffles his feathers and fluffs up, and puts his wing-hands on his hips indignantly.]

[Then he pauses, curls the feathers that serve as fingers, and scowls.] How does this work, anyway? Hey! Does anyone have something I can try to hold?!

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[Camping, eh?]

[Zeke von Genbu, BRINGER OF CHAOS!, is no stranger to roughing it in the woods. And if he's learned one valuable lesson from doing so, it's this:]

[DON'T STARVE TO THE POINT WHERE YOU HAVE TO CONSIDER EATING TURTERS.]

[Which is why, almost immediately after the introductions are made, Zeke is up an apple tree, cheerfully plucking apples from the limbs to tuck into the crook of his wing.]

Hey, anyone else want some while I'm up here?

[ Mood, Zeke. Minato, with his six dragon wings that are about as useful as you'd imagine soggy leather to be for flying, has his trailing behind him instead of trying to figure out how to get them all properly folded again. ]

Hold... Like as a kite string?

I mean any thing! I've got feathers instead of fingers!

[He splays all those primaries dramatically.]

I need to know if these things have any jolly STRENGTH to them! What kind of a Driver can't even lift his own sword? I'll be stuck kicking bitballs around. You might as well just pluck me for dinner if that's the case!

[ So... The Dumbo route, with a magic flying feather, is the most sense Minato's able to make from all of this, but he doesn't really have much on his person to test any of this out. All he has is whatever he's wearing, and much of it won't be any good for testing strength, even as Minato pulls at the ribbon around his neck, deciding the sheer fabric won't hold, and eventually undoing the leather strap of his watch and holding it out to Zeke for appraisal. ]

Don't give up yet. How's this?

[ The glass over the watch face has smashed, and the time is stuck at midnight. ]

Well, if I can hold it, it'll be right three times a day.

[Zeke uncurls his feathers. Then curls them again. Then folds his wing slightly. Then splays it out. Then somehow manages to fluff all his feathers so he looks like a puffball.]

Hang on. How do these things WORK anyway?!

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