weekend 1 log

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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?”




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[conceptualize]

[ You think he's scared of you--you would... be kinda correct. It doesn't deter Laurent from continuing the piano playing though. He plays Pinky Swear and other soothing songs... then this. ]

[regression]

[ He seems to stay calm... Until he punches the tree right next to him with enough force for an apple to fall and he catches it.

That's it for now. He's still meditating. ]

[conceptualize]

[ Enjoy that free apple, Joonghyuk. Laurent continues to play. His hand had plenty of exercise braiding flower stems to make flower crowns all week during fishing, but this is kinda invigorating and fun. So the songs being played on the piano takes a little more of an upbeat turn a little more consistently, but they still sound nice--no trolly meme songs and whatnot.

At least, until this. ]

[regression]

[ And as that song begins, he chucks the apple straight through the window at Laurent. No matter what corner he is in, the apple is somehow angled properly to hit him. ]

[conceptualize]

[ It hits the side of Laurent's head, which... doesn't deter him from finishing the song. But once he does, he looks out the window to see who threw the fruit. There is no language barrier here, but he'll speak in Korean in a way how young ladies would say: ]

< Oppa~ That hurt so much~ I'm not Snow White so you can't propose to me with an apple. >

[regression]

[ A second apple is thrown at him, but now that Laurent knows what will happen? He expects him to catch it.

So he aims at his throat. ]

[conceptualize]

[ He slightly misses his chance to catch a second apple, so it ends up being smacked down onto the grass outside. ]

Tough crowd, huh? Anyway, Joonghyuk. I know you can hear me--do you have any relationship with fish?

[ hello my name is laurent heath and despite being an english teacher i speak like this to intentionally aggravate people ]

[regression]

I eat them.

[ It's fine. Joonghyuk also speaks the way he does... They both aggravate people, though one more intentional than the other. ]

[conceptualize]

No nicknames or anything? Or perhaps once upon a time, you were once something like a mermaid--

[ Just throw another apple at him. ]

[regression]

[ Dokja... Did just blurt out he's a sunfish, but he has no idea what that has to do with anything. Let alone Laurent knowing.

But he frowns anyway and chucks another apple at him. ]

[conceptualize]

[ Laurent hits that away with the apple he's already holding. Another one lands on the grass. When he looks at the apples that fell on the ground, he sees a considerably sized dent in them. These poor apples... the throwing power must be high from Joonghyuk.

Anyway, Laurent leans on the windowsill with his elbows resting on them and all. ]

"Sometimes to kill a star you must become a star"... was that something Dokja did?

[regression]

[ They can still plant them. No worries. Joonghyuk continues to meditate, but he can also hold conversation with his eyes closed and in his still position. ]

I'm not Kim Dokja.

[ So why would he answer? ]

[conceptualize]

I was under the assumption that you hated them so much, but as long as it's him, it's okay? Since you're "life and death partners".

[ Whatever that means. ]

[regression]

[ ... Someone told him this before, actually. He still remembers it clearly in his mind—a familiar yet unsettling voice, staring him down, "Why are you trying to rescue Kim Dokja? At the end of the day, isn’t he just another Constellation you hate so much?"

Back then, he gave an answer that went against his entire purpose. It was an answer that made no sense to anyone reading his story, including himself, but he understands his answer better. It has always been the right answer. ]

"Kim Dokja" is human.

[conceptualize]

[ That really answers nothing.

Laurent is well aware, but he won't call him out on it. Though... ]

Even if he's considered as something like an "Ancient Star"?

[regression]

That guy...

[ Joonghyuk's expression twists so fucking much it seems to have triggered something in him. ]

He wants to be an idol.

[ Ugh. Gross? What a useless goal... To be popular and well-liked. Dokja "kissing constellation ass" Kim. ]

[conceptualize]

Oh? If anything, I thought he'd be the pop star's manager.

[ He laughs a little and is well aware of the other definition of an idol, which would probably fit better with the current conversation. ]

From the look on your face, you really don't like that idea, do you?

[regression]

[ The flattest stare... Because no. He does not like that idea. ]

There's no reason to be an idol in our world.

[conceptualize]

[ Poor yjh... at this rate, Laurent wonders if he's something like Dokja's manager instead. ]

Do you know why he wants to be one in the first place?

[regression]

[ He scoffs... He knows why, but he doesn't really know it all. ]

To get what he wants is all I know.

[ Dokja is that kind of man. ]

[conceptualize]

Don't we all want to become something to get what we want?

[ We are all That kind of person. ]

[regression]

Some methods are tasteless.

[ Though, to be honest, if that was the only way... Joonghyuk could probably be persuaded to be Idol. ]

[conceptualize]

[ kyaa joonghyuk-ah so cool ]

Sometimes, people don't have the luxury to choose.

[ Haha.

Anyway. ]

Got a song request?

[regression]

That's when you force a way.

[ And then when it doesn't work, you do the thing you don't like. That's how it works, totally. ]

I want a calming song.

[ Which is obvious. ]

[conceptualize]

[ yeah that landed him in a dimensional jail!!! Laurent laughs a little. ]

I meant anything specific. I know quite a lot, so feel free to choose.