Week 1

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WEEK 1 LOG ♬
Weather: Clear skies all week!

Arrival

At 9AM Monday morning, Tom Nook will take his place at the microphone once more. He has several bins in front of him that are filled with tools. Shovels, fishing rods, bug nets, watering cans, and axes. They look...well. Functional, but flimsy. Next to the tool bins are foldable carts that you can wheel around, presumably for the tools, and some Nook Inc. knapsacks. And now that the sun is out, you can see all of the red, yellow, and white cosmos growing about the island alongside all of the weeds.

Now. Whether you’re around or not, he’s going to start his announcements when a sizable group is present.

“Good morning, everyone! Now, I know yesterday was quite a rough start for all of us, but while we’re here, let’s make the most of our stay, hm? We have a few things to go over today.” He gives everyone his best smile (though he isn’t expecting much in return) and continues: “I know a lot of you must be hungry; overnight, we had another plane fly over seasoning, milk, eggs, and vegetables for us! Soon, we’ll have more ingredients; for now, if you need anything, the food we have on-hand can be found inside of the fridge in my tent.”

Well, that’s one thing taken care of, at least. It’s not much, but it’s better than nothing.

“Next, the tools! These are what you have to start with, and, well, they aren’t exactly the most durable...but they will last for a little while. I estimate 20 uses each -- but when they break, never fear, for we have DIY Recipe cards for you to use in order to craft these tools again! I’ve included the DIY cards for your tools inside of your knapsacks; they give you the ingredients necessary to craft different things. You’re free to use the workbench in my tent to craft your new tools after they break. My best advice is to lay the materials out in the general formation of what you’re crafting and let the workbench do the rest.”

If you reach inside of your knapsack, you’ll find the cards in there...along with a cellular device of some sort. “Ah, yes,” Tom Nook says, “those are your Nook Phones. So far, you’re only able to send mass texts to everyone and receive text and call alerts from myself. Feel free to play around with those as much as you’d like, they’re solar-powered; just try not to break them, yes?”

And then, finally… “Lastly, I would like to talk about currency. I’ll provide you our currency -- bells -- and I will buy anything from you! Weeds, fish, bugs...anything! I have an ATM set up in my tent for you to easily deposit and withdraw your bells if you wish, yes, yes. If you’re wondering what you’ll be using those for...we’ll be having some special features for you starting next week! … If we can’t send you back home by then, that is.”

He looks nervous at that last part, but doesn’t mention anything beyond that regarding your situation. Tom Nook smiles at you and closes out the announcements; you now have several things you can do this week.



Possible Objectives

1. Gather natural resources to sell to Tom Nook and make some money! Bugs and fish list can be found here.
2. Use those resources to craft a variety of different things -- DIY Recipes will speed things up and make them more refined, but you're free to do your own variant of crafting, too!
3. Do some other exploration; the island section of the setting provides you with possible ways to get more resources (bottles, x-marks, balloons, etc.). Shaking trees and hitting rocks are also ways to get special items as well! If you are going to do these methods of exploration, please write “MODS” in your subject header and ping us on Plurk or Discord so we can reward you appropriately! All we ask is that you try not to go too overboard with this method of exploration (ten times a week per person, as an exaggerated example); use your best judgment!

As far as resource gathering + currency goes, we won't be keeping track of those so feel free to handwave as much as you'd like; as long as it's within reason (i.e. a character getting 1 million bells by the end of this week is...a little extreme).


OOC Questions
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(OOC: Welcome to your Week 1 Log! We apologize for the info dump; Mod Coco who plays Tom Nook has work and will not be able to NPC throughout the week, so we wanted to get the information to you folks as soon as possible. That being said, our OOC Questions top level is available for you to use!

And last but not least, we have a Weekly Plotting Post for you all to use. We aren't sure how these will shake out, but we thought we should give them a try anyway.

As always, if you have any questions or comments, please feel free to let us know! Have fun!)

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Comments

[aggroculture]

[It's the first day Theo really feels up to leaving his tent for any extended period of time, the disconnect from his magic and inability to communicate with the flora here leaving him so anxious he'd made himself sick. There'd been some confusing snafu where his tent was commandeered for jail(??) reasons -- still needed to figure that one out -- that got him haphazardly climbing a tree, and that's one of the spots he's hanging around today. Back against the trunk of a tree, he digs through his knapsack, past the cards and the phone, and pulling out a batch of the weeds he was supposed to sell to that weird raccoon.]

You look normal... I can't hear you, but if you can hear me, sorry about this. You were too close to the cosmos. I'll try to keep a place for you to keep your natural space...

[He'll be trying to make good on that promise, laying out splintered tools around his tent, tent five, and using them as a crude plot marker for more carefully-gathered weeds to grow.]

Need a "do not pick" sign... Or "pwease no steppy"...

[His tent isn't far from the river, so he ends up rolling his pants up and letting his legs dangle into the water while he fusses about with the flimsy rod. Doesn't have anything to show for his efforts except for a hint of red burning into the dark skin of his neck and shoulders, and a mouth full of curses. Help...]

tent;

[transfusionem]

[She's following the river, shitty fishing rod in hand when she finally makes her way close to tent five. She's not surprised to see someone there - there's so many people on this island and it's really not that big, running into people is inevitable - but she can't deny she's curious about the little plot he's set up.

Huh.]

Doing some transplants?

[aggroculture]

[The small island vibe isn't all that different from the small town vibe he's used to, but people actually questioning what he's doing... That's new. Most people of Caller's Glen were like him and only bothered when they were looking for something for him to grow in particular, leaving the ones outside the secretive community to dismiss him as a rude punk. The fact that this is a cute girl... Even more baffling.

He blinks up at her, squinting into the light -- he really needs a damn hat if he's going to keep having to look up at people.]

Yeah, something like -- holy shit, you're tall.

[He's keeping crouched by his makeshift garden for now, but...yikes. Standing next to her might be humiliating.]

[transfusionem]

[Well, unfortunately, Theo hasn't established himself as a rude punk in the eyes of the islanders. And maybe he never will! Who knows.

Adelaide blinks, and it surprises a laugh out of her. She was...not expecting that.]

I- yeah, I guess I am?

[She gives him a crooked grin.]

Never really noticed.

[aggroculture]

You never really noticed? What the fuck? Are you from a land of giants? Some Scandinavian place is like that, right?

[hm...the odds of the islanders not seeing him as a rude punk is dwindling at he machine guns the incredulous questions out. She's tall!!!

Oh, wait, or she's fucking with him. He doesn't know her tall people secrets, so maybe that's something she does.]

Don't think they got that drawl over there, though.

[transfusionem]

I’m not blonde enough to be Scandinavian.

[She’s definitely fucking with him.

She puts her hands on her hips, tilting her head.]

Originally from Texas - and considering you know Scandinavia I’m guessing you know Texas, too.

[aggroculture]

[He doesn't know her natural color! It wasn't as obvious as his, with his roots starting to peek through, and -- well. If he asks, she might take it the wrong and make him eat his teeth. She looks strong enough to do that...]

Uh, yeah? Who the fuck doesn't know Texas, be real.

[Giant yeehaw land is famous worldwide, right? That and New York. He's pretty sure.]

...Heh, they do say everything's bigger in Texas.

[transfusionem]

[She could, but that doesn’t mean she will.... She’s a nice person!!]

I’ve met people here who haven’t.

[She shrugs, rolling her eyes.]

Yeah, I guess they do.

[compendiem]

[ Minato has said nothing about his volunteering the tent up the first night and will continue keeping his silence, scarce as his presence is at the tent anyways, whether day to nap or night to sleep. In the passing days, he does a fair amount of napping elsewhere, though, flopped on the ground and sunning himself like a cat whenever he isn't sitting on one of the plane's wings and staring off into the distance, but today! for interaction's sake! he returns to the tent midday just in time to eavesdrop.

Silent, he twists to pull his knapsack closer to him, and digs out the notepad and pen, holding it out to Theo. Make your sign dreams come true. ]

[aggroculture]

[The offer makes him practically jump out of his skin, having not heard Minato creeping up on him like the creeping...creepy kid he was.]

Jesus, hell... [Don't do that? Alright now, what is this... Pen and paper, huh?

He doesn't take them, instead looking up, crooking an eyebrow, and signing DEAF YOU? Is he actually going to get use out of that online course he took in high school? A different kind of sign dream...]

[compendiem]

[ The soft grass is great for that, little difference between footsteps and the rustling of the breeze that brings Minato forward, wings back and relaxed but not quite folded- just sort of held out of the way so he can stand, shift his weight from one foot to the other, and not knock Theo or the tent over with the smallest of movements.

And his movements are that: small, slow, following the signing with his eyes and then meeting Theo's before tilting his head in a non-answer. Instead, he clamps the notepad under an arm and mirrors the sign. DEAF, YOU? ]

[aggroculture]

[...]

Okay then, what's with the notepad?

[Unless he should be speaking Latin because this was some sort of demon that didn't know how to fit in properly? Certainly had the looks for it, but with his magic having withered away in this strange place, it was hard to know for sure. Besides, other people had ears and tails and things, himself included...

Maybe he should stop going in circles in his head and actually focus on this maybe-hellbeast of a teen.]

[compendiem]

[ Latin would have earned him an even blanker stare, if that's even possible, but a direct question has Minato dipping his gaze and taking grasp of the notebook again, extending it another time as if the visual aide will help. ]

For your sign. I can write it, if you don't know how.

[aggroculture]

[eyetwitch]

I can fucking write?

[Which he'll demonstrate by snatching the items away from Minato and poising the pen in place, and...hm.]

This is gonna be a real shitty sign for a real shitty garden... If that whackjob wasn't buying everything up with his fake currency, I wouldn't even have to worry about this -- I mean, like the average person gives a fuck about wild weeds?

[Still...

UNDER PAIN OF FOOT
IN FACE DO NOT
STEP OR DISTURB
THIS GARDEN
- THEO

Perfect.]

Sharpie would be way better.

[compendiem]

[ He does pride himself in making a bad impression any time he tries to be considerate, and there's some comfort in knowing that nothing changes, quiet as he slips his hands, now free, back into his pockets while he watches Theo pen down the note. ]

"Under pain of foot... in face do not..." Nice poem.

[ Something to be said about poetic form forced by the confines of paper size. ]

So... what's up with the garden? Cultivating wares for Tom Nook?

river

[hypnowhip]

[Sylvando's wandering alongside the river today, looking for promising fishing spots. Once he comes upon Theo, well...he knows a struggling angler when he sees one.]

Need some help, darling?

[Oof, that looks like some nasty sunburn forming, too... Hopefully Tom Nook has something for that.]

[aggroculture]

[It's hard to say whether his incredulous look is more from being called "darling" or the implication that he needs help. Both are a bit bewildering out of nowhere, and neither...particularly flattering. Maybe the former, a bit. He's not going to spend too much time thinking about it, instead reeling the line in again and jerkily casting it out. Way too much of the line coiling loosely and away from any fish.]

Depends on what you're supposed to be helping with.

[hypnowhip]

[Ohh, that's a prickly response. Sylvando takes it in stride though, and gently waves his fishing rod.]

With fishing, of course. You looked like you were struggling.

Tree trunk

[whereswalder]

[...you know, it’s kind of hard to miss hearing something like that as he passes by...]

Hm... we probably should see if we can move some of the weeds to better parts of the island instead of selling them all, shouldn’t we...? It’s better to have a variety of plant life around, I think.

[aggroculture]

[THIS GUY... This guy gets him.]

Yes! Thank you, someone else giving a shit, I'm so relieved.

[Although, ah. That means this stranger just heard him sweet talking some weeds. Oops.]

Uh... [heck. well!!] I mean... Not fair to kill off half the flora around here just because some weird raccoon says to. As long as we're careful about it, a transplant shouldn't be too hard on 'em.

[whereswalder]

Hey, no, I get it!

[...he genuinely doesn’t seem to think it was at all weird that Theo was talking to plants.]

I’m a forest ranger, so I feel a little uncomfortable with the idea of trying to get rid of all the weeds, you know? They’re important for biodiversity! I can understand maybe trying to clean up pathways and living areas, but just because they’re not pretty in the same way flowers are doesn’t mean they’re bad.

[aggroculture]

[blink]

Like... "Only you can prevent forest fires"...?

[that kind of forest ranger... He sort of thought those were a myth, even if he logically knew better.]

Not like all of 'em aren't pretty, either. Just, uh. Get out of hand... [Fields of dandelions come to mind.] Either way, who knows how much all this shit he wants us to do is gonna ruin the natural balance here? That, and the fake money, and the giant plane... Typical rich guy doing whatever the hell he wants. Not sure why everyone else likes him so much.

[whereswalder]

...kind of? I guess? Though they’re actually kind of beneficial if you keep them under control...

[...wait, uhhh...]

But that’s not the point! I don’t know if Mr. Nook is trustworthy or not, but he is kind of leaving everything up to us for the time being. I’ve mostly been trying to do things solo, but we might want to talk to everyone else about it so we can stand together if things start to get dicey!

[aggroculture]

[He nods his agreement, even if he's still picturing poor Walder as Smokey the Bear. And here Theo was with little fluffy bear ears...]

Dodging culpability, probably. [No he will not slow his roll when it comes to Tom Nook. Not yet, anyway.] I dunno, really... People should know by now not to litter, but they still do that. Guess it's better than not telling 'em and just hoping they don't raid the personal garden I'm gonna set up, though. Financial security's a siren song.

[whereswalder]

Well, we just have to keep repeating it! Repetition helps people remember what to do, after all. And maybe like, fine them or something.

[hm...

...

Aha!]

Perhaps we ought to bring it up to Mr. Nook to see where his true allegiances lie? If he doesn't agree with us... we can be vigilantes!