weekend 1 log
Weather: Saturday AM and PM - cloudy and warm. Sunday AM - rainy, PM - cloudy.
- The Move-In
You’ve spent the week adjusting to island life by getting to know one another, figuring out what to do with all those presents, gathering your resources and selling them off to Tom Nook. The weekend is finally here, though, and that’s something to celebrate!
...But when you wake up on Saturday, whenever that may be, the environment you’re in is not the tent you remember falling asleep in. Rather, you’re inside of some kind of house with a white wall and ceiling, wood lined across the bottom of the walls. The floor is wood, too, shiny and glossy as the sun rays shine through the one window in your house. Whatever you had lying out in your tents is still arranged in the same general order you had your things in before. Furthermore, you’re still lying on your camping cots with the same people who fell asleep in the tent with you, but if you decide to get up and investigate, you’ll find two other rooms other than the one you’re in.
Facing the door from the inside, if you look to your left, you’ll find...a bathroom! It’s got a basic toilet, sink, and a bathtub with a showerhead for you to use. There are also enough bath towels for each person hanging on a towel rack. The walls are white but the floor in here is tiled instead of wooden. The room across the bathroom, however, is empty. It has the same wallpaper and flooring as the main room you found yourself in.
It’s a small, comfy place you’re staying in, but the real question is… When did this happen? Only one way to find out.
And sure enough, if you’re awake by nine AM, Tom Nook will rally everyone to Resident Services for his morning announcements.
“Good morning, everyone, and welcome to your first weekend on Isle Sonrisa! As you’ve all probably already noticed by now, we were able to upgrade your tents last night into houses! Don’t worry, there is no fee for this upgrade -- but now you finally have a place where you can decorate your house with all the furniture you were able to get in the mail. For any excess items you may have… Might I suggest a yard sard of some sort, hm?”
He tilts his head a little. He thinks this is a good idea!
“Alternatively, houses all come with storage. There’s a small little storage shed in the back of everyone’s houses that can fit many, many items. If you don’t want to sell your items to me or hand them off to someone else, you can store them inside of there.”
Tom Nook nods his head. “Yes, yes. I’d like to suggest that you all take this weekend to decide how to arrange the items you’ve gotten in the mail...and one more thing about those items: You can put them outside, too. For example, oh, an exercise area might be nice…” He sounds a little wistful when he says it, but promptly shakes his head afterwards.
“Ah-! Before I forget...erm… It seems as though one of our friends has unexpectedly left the island. We don’t know where or how he left, you see...but Heimdall is no longer here. We’re still working on figuring out a way to send you all home, and we’re trying to track him down, too.”
He looks very guilty about that, at least. But the moment passes, and he perks up again, smiling at everyone as best as he can. “Alright, that’s it! You can spend the weekend however you’d like to, but with your new homes being built and all the furniture some of you have received, well… It may be a good idea to work on that, no?”
(OOC: Welcome to your first event log! Any questions can be directed to the FAQ. We will no longer be posting log questions and will be funneling them to the FAQ instead for easier access.
Let us know if you have any questions, as always! NPCing will be available after ~3:30PM EST today.)

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Do you want me to pull you up every thirty seconds?
[ Good thing he was practically braiding stems all day all week by making flower crowns, so the braiding is more or less habitual at this point. ]
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How about...
[ He falls silent and starts counting in his head, ignoring anything Laurent says for the next ...40 seconds before he starts feeling discomfort ...50 and he has to breathe out but can hang in there a bit longer with empty lungs before...
At 60, he draws in breath and feels the pressure lift. ]
A minute.
[ And then Laurent has to pull up really really really fast before Minato drowns. ]
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50 seconds. I don't have super strength to pull you up that quickly.
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[ All those months of sprinting at and away from monsters, of climbing stairs, and of racing his dog, he's no slouch. But then he spent a week lying in the sand eating nothing but apples, so here he is. ]
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I hope you won't be using your wings in any way. It'll tire you out easily.
[ Dead weight. ]
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No, I don't think I need it. I've figured out how to keep everything flat behind me, so I think it'll be okay...
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Alright. Start moving to the center, so I can sit there while you go diving.
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Minato nods and starts moving to the center, careful not to slip off before that lifeline will have to become a fishing line. ]
...okay. Can you tie one end around my wrist? And I'll do yours.
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[ Laurent moves when Minato does, and when they meet up at the center, Laurent gives Minato one end of the string and ties a figure 8 knot around his wrist, making sure it's very secure. It's the strongest knot he knows... hope it won't fail him. ]
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Ganba, Minato. ]
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There's a heck of a lot of fish. Also a disappointing lack of bodies. He waits for his minute to be up for Laurent to reel him back in. ]
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He knows there are sharks in these waters, so he's still feeling pretty worried despite everything. ]
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...nothing. Let's keep going.
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We'll go a little further before you dive in again.
[ He gets out a vinyl umbrella, closes it and wraps the little tie around it. It's a makeshift paddle he uses to guide the drifting seaplane a little. It's better than nothing, he thinks. ]
mods!
There's a bottle bobbing in the near distance, and he points towards it. ]
Hey... 2 o'clock.
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Minato takes the bottle and tries to ease out the cork, but he isn't strong enough for that. Hmmmmmmmmmm...
It gets smashed against the side of the plane, broken glass shallowly cutting up Minato's fingers in the process, and he dips his hand in the water for a second to wash off the blood before shaking out the DIY recipe so he doesn't get it dirty. ]
A swinging bench. Cool.
[ From the depths of the sea, dark shapes take notice of the drops of red and start to congregate around their plane. ]
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Then he notices the dark shapes gradually surrounding the seaplane. Oh... oh no. ]
... Either the fish love your blood or you attracted sharks.
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It's okay. They're sea animals. Can't get on land.
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[ Though, Laurent no longer looks too worried. He has a plan for the worst case scenario, and he'll probably have to count on his luck for it to work. ]
It doesn't look like you can dive though.
[ Don't test that-- ]
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[ He looks from the water to the cockpit- still locked, with some regret he hadn't thought to ask Serval smash her way into this door too. ]
If we keep going, we'll get away from the blood. And then maybe you can dive?
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I'll have to pass. I don't want to be potential shark food even if we do get away from the blood.
[ For all he knows, sharks could mistake the seaplane as some awkward seal to munch on. ]
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Okay. I'll go, then.
[ They're papercut slices on his hand and nothing too deep, as far as he can see, so they'll heal up once they're dry. He blows on it a little. ]
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