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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?”
(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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I don't remember too much.
[ He runs his fingers through Dokja's hair to proof his fur, hoping to find no snags or tangles anywhere. The grooming ends with a shake to make sure the tail puffs like it should. There. ]
But you were there. [ He goes quiet. Expression darkening. ] And you smacked my head.
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Me? [ Brows knit, words quiet as he takes that information in. Dokja was.. there? For the 0th turn? But that didn't make sense. Not to him as of now. Quietly, he looks back only to catch that darken expression.
Um. ] Are you sure that was me? You must have imagined it. [ Kim Dokja of the 0th turn... what were you thinking? ]
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[ Joonghyuk has already known that this Dokja is the one that he left in the train and maybe time still flows the same for him. This only answers the question he never asked. His companion now is not the one to lead him to victory and happiness—at least not yet. Actually, he isn't too sure about the details when it comes to Dokja's future role in the universe. ]
You were reading my very first story.
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The Yoo Joonghyuk of the 0th turn... ] Likely, you would have no experience then. Did you pick a Constellation because of that? Hmmm.. If I was there-- [ Would he have been able to guide him? Imagine if he was able to persuade him to take him on as his Sponsor. Would he teach him exactly what path to take, what to avoid, where to get the best items from side Scenarios.. It likely isn't until that turn or the next few that earns Yoo Joonghyuk's hard distrust so if anytime was possible it would likely be the 0th turn. Unless Yoo Joonghyuk was always that way? ]
When we go back, I'll probably have a lot of time to read. [ ... ]
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No.
[ He remembers the fear of getting smacked again, so he decided not to trust any Constellations at the beginning. One thins is clear is that Dokja guided him through the scenarios. Turning back to him, he stays quiet. ]
... You can't tell me what it's like.
[ Because Dokja hasn't become it yet. Of course, Dokja wouldn't be able to give him answers and maybe hints at how he could save him. ]
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[ His tail shifts as he turns to face the other more, meeting him more as he brings his gaze to look at his companion. Even as Joonghyuk looks to him and says those words. He can't tell him. No, he can't, after all he does not know that story right now. As much as he can try and imagine, it is something unknown to him. ]
I'm sure it's a good story. [ After all, the story as a whole is a story he loves, hates... that's saved him. Of course, guilt shows in that gleam in his eyes. Because of Kim Dokja... Yoo Joonghyuk has suffered time and time again. Lips part, closing, ears slowly folding back before he says it again. ] I'm sorry.
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Kim Dokja...
[ His black tail curls around him as his ears sweep back, hanging his head a bit. How could you expect him to live on? When you were his reason for regressing and his reason for living... When that purpose is taken away from him. When it leaves him with one last question with no answer. What should he do? His heart is already sold on saving Dokja, but his rational mind thinks of the path left behind by failure. He knows better than anyone how cruel the universe is.
His dark eyes shake as he looks at Dokja, expression twisted in his scowl but only sadness is etched in his features. In his weakness, he can't help but think of what happens if Dokja will be their story's sacrifice. For a moment, he understands what Dokja must have felt when he visited the 1863rd word-line. He doesn't say more since the atmosphere speaks for him. All he needs is the comfort of his company since... When they come home, he will only be left with 49%. ]
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His hands raise before he even realizes it, fingers trembling lightly as they cup Joonghyuk's face with a shake of his gaze that flickers from one eye to another. Searching, looking.. ]
Hey. [ The word leaves him soft, quiet- it questions whether he actually said anything, taking in the scowl that reflects from Joonghyuk. An expression that is not too strange from the man but it's that gaze that has a shaky smile lifting his own lips. He doesn't know if he's able to help. If he can comfort him like this. ]
Happy thoughts. [ Familiar sounding words. Spoken once before, two times.. three now. His hands continue to hold him, feather-light as he searches that gaze for anything. Was this enough? ..Was he enough? ]
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Happy memories. There's a pang, but he raises his own hand to lay over Dokja's and follows his voice. Happy memories. The small lulls between scenarios with his companions... Then he thinks about what waits for them when this is over. When he saves Dokja, they will all have more happy memories. For now, he indulges in the comfortable silence and thoughts. ]
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He whispers it once more. Happy thoughts. Happy memories. As he did before, and how Joonghyuk returned the favor, to keep them going. The past, the present and the future. Not wanting to interrupt the silence, he does not say anything else. Forgets about the world around them and only looks at the man before him. Instead, focuses on the hand resting on his own, the other moving some black strands to the side with a lingering touch. ]