week one: mingle

[getawaymods]

WEEK ONE

The sun rises on your third day on the island. The hours have passed almost seamlessly since your arrival, though it's difficult to say what time it truly is. The previously roaring sea has calmed to gentle, rocking waves and the weather is prime for taking a swim. Have you settled into your camps? Made a few friends? Perhaps now is the time to meet and greet those you haven't spoken to yet...it's not as if you'll be going anywhere anytime soon.

Regardless of how you spend your morning, as the sun reaches the highest point in the sky all will begin to hear a low, deep thrumming sort of sound. The humming slowly turns into ringing, a drawn-out signal that grows louder and louder until it seems as though all other sounds on the island fall to a hush.

It's then all will hear an unidentifiable voice:

"Welcome aboard. Your arrival is no mistake, and your will is your own. All of you have been brought to this island to partake in an ancient ritual. No more than ten of your own may leave this island alive; eleven of you must be prepared and offered as sacrifices to ensure the survival of these ten. If you run out of time, the outcome for all will be dire. You have two weeks' time before all shall be lost."

Just as quickly as it came, the announcement comes to a close. No matter how hard one searches the island, it will be impossible to locate the source of the announcement. But don't let that stop you. Maybe it's time for a deeper exploration? Make the best of your daylight hours.

After all...when the night falls, things may be a little different. Watch your backs, everyone.

OOC NOTES

Welcome to week one! Congratulations on surviving the weekend, we're excited to get the game rolling!

At this time, characters are now free to further explore the island! All comments will be screened, but please be as thorough as possible in your requests.

On Wednesday, your modteam will post A THING that will impact all in-game. Stay tuned, and perhaps it's best to set your prompts for Monday and Tuesday...

...speaking of prompts, please specify if your prompts are in the day or during the night on this mingle! This may be in your header, or you may specify in your comment itself. There may be a fun surprise or two waiting for you.

And finally, please be sure to submit any weekend PCs to the appropriate subthread on the PC page, and please be sure to submit week one PCs as they're created! If you have not mass added everyone, please be sure to do so.

Please feel free to ask questions in the question channel on Discord, or you may DM Britt & Ty privately. We will also have announcements regarding curfew and body announcement on Thursday and Friday. Thank you, and have fun!

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Comments

[wowcool]

A: ANNOUNCEMENT (MORNING)

1. [That is...bizarre. Anaido looks around him, perplexed by the voice, but what the voice says interests him more than the source of the voice. As soon as the announcement is done, he squats down, using a finger to trace twenty one upright lines in a row in the dirt as he mutters to himself. If anyone saw him yesterday, one might notice that he's got a small bump on the right side of the top of his head, though it might be hard to see through the hair.]

Ah, so twenty-one...eleven gone...ten remaining...get rid of the odd for the even...

[He crosses out eleven of the lines, nodding. And then, right underneath that, he makes the twenty-one lines again, neatly.]

Twenty-one...but why twenty-one? Three groups of seven...ah, three...

[Yeah, he's just going to do this for a while unless you bother him.]

2. [After that whole...display is done, Anaido picks himself up and just wanders, his gaze a little distant. If he sees someone nearby who also looks confused, he'll just offer them a reassuring smile.]

Haha, well, if it really comes down to it...I think I'd be okay with being a sacrifice. That would make things easier for all of you.

[Is he being serious? It's hard to tell by his smile, but anyways...dude.]

B: COURTYARD (MID-DAY)

[Later, Anaido can just be found snoozing right on the edge of the fountain in the courtyard, his cheek resting against the stone. This probably isn't a good place to sleep, man, what are you doing? Maybe he's just really tired.]

C: WILDCARD

[If you want anything to do with this weirdo, please hit me up with whatever prompts you want! He probably will not want to explore unless someone asks or drags him into it. My plurk is @ vampirize and discord at crystal#4450!]

[deadened]

monday afternoon-

[well! that's unsettling! he hasn't seen signs of anyone else, or of any kind of magic that'd project a voice like that... the contents of the announcement are even more unsettling, and wen ning isn't positive what to make of that. he's already died, sure, but...

there was a way here. maybe there's a way out, because he definitely has to get back. he's just going to do what he does best, which is get to work and worry about everything silently instead!

if you check out the cavern, you might find wen ning has decided to grab that tent after all-- but he's not pitching it. he's busy using his knife to try to cut the cover into strips. it's not like he's going to use it for shelter, so... this is fine.

maybe he could use a little help though, he fumbles slightly on occasion. sometimes you're undead and don't have perfect muscle control.]

monday night-

[if you're around the cavern camp after dark, you might find a suspicious dark shape hanging around the walls, kind of lurking... oh, it's just wen ning, chilling. he's still not sure about staying around other people, but he doesn't sleep; he thinks he should at least keep an eye out.

if anyone else happens to be around, or joins him, he'll watch them a moment before asking:]

... not tired?

[rest is important.]

A2

[targon]

Oh, good! That makes this all way easier!

[ ....... Zoe. ]

[wowcool]

Haha!

[Anaido, why are you happy about this immortal child wanting to sacrifice you.]

I'm glad I can be useful in some way!

[targon]

Your life-patterns are so short to begin with, it doesn't really matter that much if some of you go a little early, huh?

[wowcool]

Spoken like a true messenger of catastrophe.

[A nod.]

Speaking of...looks like you were right. You being here really did lead to something bad happening.

[targon]

Aw, this is a tiny one! Just a couple people - that's hardly a catastrophe at all!

[wowcool]

That's a little more than half of the people. I'd say that counts for a catastrophe, especially with something as barbaric as sacrifice. But I guess you've seen a lot worse, huh?

[targon]

Any survivors makes this a pretty mild one, yeah. Usually the world changes forever, you know? Or goes kaboom.

[nautycal]

Monday, High Noon

[It's fucking hot as shit, so he's abandoned his school blazer and shirt, and tried to roll up his pants more. But he's going to burn, so he has this big, stupid palm leaf held up over his head by the stem while he sits at the edge of the water near Waterfall Camp.

He's trading dunking his hands in the water with a soft hiss when the noise starts out over the island.]

What the hell...?

[He freezes, moving the leaf, squinting all around until the voice pierces the air of the island.]

Is that for real?! Come on, man, this isn't come kinda joke you play on people!

Tuesday Evening, Jungle Camp

[It has taken him two days. But he has defeated the evil.

Anyone in, or near Jungle Camp will hear a pleased, cheerful holler. Ryuji leaps up from whatever he was hunched over to yell,] Hell yeah! Dude, I got fire! I got fire! [It looks like he has, much to the horror of his raw and blistered hands, rubbed a stick against the plate of another to make a lil spark, as a treat.

He's dumped some small, dry grass on it to try to get it started, but his spring gusted a little wind, and he yelps.] No, no, no. Come on, stay with me here!

[He, like, tries to shield it with his hands and sort of puff on it encouragingly.]

ANNA your WILDCARD

[i forgot this almost, but if you wanna do some pcs or another prompt with this fool, let me know!!]

monday night

[patisse]

[shrouded in the darkness of night, a transparent figure emerges from behind wen ning. there's a pregnant pause before a sound, not a voice, rings in the air.]

Waka.

[fabrefactions]

Monday, after the announcement

[ For whatever it's worth, before the announcement so lovely broadcast across the entire island, Yusuke had been hard at work. His pasty ass required some shade, so he'd be scouring the island for something to cover himself with while wandering.

Now the announcement is over, he can be found sat somewhere not too far from the ruins. A large leaf is held over his head like a very dramatic umbrella, but one that is certainly providing shade. He looks somewhat pensive. ]

I certainly do not approve of sacrifice, especially not when ordered from the mouth of someone too cowardly to show their face. What twisted sort of ritual could this be?

[ Yusuke does not approve. ]

Monday, evening.

[ Ah. Blessed coolness. Time for him to become nocturnal. Or he would, if the lack of light didn't impede his artistic vision and limit his window for transcribing his inspiration into the only canvas he now has - sand - before the ocean wipes it away.

In the midst of all this tragedy, he can be found close enough to the waterfall area, staring at the fall of water on the rocks with a far too intense gaze. ]

...

Have we considered the implications of being washed up here with no change of clothing? Mine have been unforgiveably stiff since our unexpected swim here, and there seems no other option but to suffer through the discomfort or find a way to wash them.

Do you think the power of this waterfall could mimic that of a washing machine?

[ SHOULD THEY FIND OUT?? ]

Tuesday, evening

[ I got nothing I literally just wanted Yusuke eating everything. So. On Tuesday evening, you might find him somewhere just off the beach to the east of the cavern camp -- and he sure does have a lot of fruit piled on a leaf to his side. Anything and everything from coconuts to starfuits and beyond.

In one hand he has a starfruit, and in the other, his katana. He's looking at them both fairly thoughtfully.

Please stop him. ]

Wildcard

[ finger guns ala anaido, come at me. also hit me up here or on discord for any pcs, aka my lifeblood. ]

[deadened]

[closes my eyes

he would blink at that if he were capable of it, but as it is, he turns to look--

and pauses, head tilted. it's difficult enough to see in the night; the transparency certainly doesn't help. but whether or not he can make anything out, it's not like he's unfamiliar with ghosts or spirits at home, so he's just-- assuming this is something like that.]

....hello?

[best to be polite to somewhat disembodied sounds. or fully disembodied. i don't know if there's any natural moonlight actually but it's not like that changes this tag tbh.]

[wowcool]

That's pretty drastic.

[He smirks at that, though.]

Ah, but what if this is what the world is? What if we're in a place that's just this island and the ocean around it? Then the definition of "world" would be quite different in that case.

tuesday evening

[chemicalize]

[That's a lot of fruit you got there, buddy! And also a sword! Wow. But while Yusuke's ignoring his nice midnight snack, a transparent figure appears from a patch of sand not too far from him, approaching as she examines the starfruit.]

Waka?

[fabrefactions]

[ it is he's rather pleased with all this food. In fact, he's just about to take a bite of it when-- ]

...





Waka?

[chemicalize]

[An emphatic nod.]

Waka! [She'll approach closer and seems to be hovering. Also hopefully Yusuke doesn't mind that there appears to be a lot of lacerations over her arms and her face? At least they're no longer actively bleeding. Hm.]

[fabrefactions]

[ He.

Hm.

Well then. This doesn't look good. ]

You... seem to be injured?

[ .... ] And floating.

tuesday evening!

[illfatedgirl]

[That fire is impressive, Ryuji! So impressive that someone else is coming over to take a look at it. A ghostly, slightly see-through figure with long blonde hair and limbs that are bent in the wrong directions.

Walking must be hard for such an injured apparition, because she absolutely biffs it as she approaches the itty, bitty fire. Luckily, her impact doesn't stir up a wind that would put it out. It doesn't even throw up any dust.

It looks like what should come out of her mouth would be "Ouch," but what comes out instead is-]

Waka! Waka...

[...also her neck is bent at an odd angle. Yikes.]

monday night

[wowcool]

[Anaido just waves jovially from where he's sitting on a rock close to the cavern entrance.]

Not really, no. [He gives a light shrug.] Are you?

[patisse]

[the left side of his face appears to be just fine. the right side is, on the other hand, splattered with blood to the extent that it has rendered his right eye indiscernible.

he brings a finger to his lips, then moves to lean against the wall. although his shoulder phases through it by an inch, he carries on with the pretense of tangibility.]

i'm obligated since i'm camp dad....

[baori]

[ giyuu has been here all this time to help with fire but it's okay. everyone needs to be independent with their struggles so when ryuji is struggling with his fire, giyuu will be here to help.

by help, i mean by me googling about how to save dying fire. ]

Don't cover it too much; you'll suffocate it.

[paradoxity]

Monday afternoon post-announcement

[Oh. Oh that's bad. Akane doesn't look particularly surprised by the sudden appearance of a voice, but her expression clouds over as she listens to the words. This...isn't good at all, is it? That's killing more than half the people here. But at the same time she appears to be thinking this over before she speaks to whoever's closest.]

Do you think it's true?

Monday Evening, south beach

[Akane is at the southern beach instead of in the cavern camp where she probably should be? And she appears to be making a sandcastle. That's definitely what one should be doing at a time like this, but she's steadily working and seems to be keeping her eyes on the ocean itself. Over time, the castle grows larger and larger and if anyone approaches, they'll also find that it seems as though she's drawn a flowchart in the sand, seashells acting as markers. It starts at the top and branches down into different paths, and she hums in thought.]

Can I ask you a question? [This is to anyone who approaches, even if she's not looking up at them at all.] What were you doing before all of this happened?

Tuesday afternoon, ruins

[As Akane wanders through the ruins, the sunlight causing a slight gleam from the ring on her right hand, she'll find herself pressing on portions of the wall as if to check for its stability. Any supplies she finds are picked up and examined, and her eyebrows are furrowed together in thought.]

A spa suggests that people existed here before us. So what do you think happened to them?

Wildcard

[Hit me with your best shot. Akane can be found around cavern camp, lingering at the edge of the jungle, checking out the cliffs, and sitting on the beach trying to make a fishing pole with a stick. That will absolutely work. You can also hit me via plurk or Disco to plot things!]

[chemicalize]

[Give her a moment to look surprised before she floats on down to the ground.]

Waka!... [Which probably would have been "oops!" if she could speak. Sorry about that! But now that she's on the ground she appears to be a little more thoughtful, a hand touching an open wound on her face.] Waka...wakawaka.

[This apparently doesn't surprise her either.]

[ahappyaccident]

i. announcement

[ she's quiet for a few moments after that announcement, because hello?? what kind of bull is that? instead of talking to someone else about how crazy this is in what might be a sane reaction, rachel instead looks at the sky and yells at the top of her lungs. ]

Hey! Ellimist! Is this some kind of joke?!

[ he said she was dead!! ]

ii. crab rave - tuesday evening.

[ well. if this is some ellimist trick, if she's alive by some weird twist of fate, there's no reason not to try to adapt, right? so here is rachel, on the south beach, crashing the crab rave to try and grab one. she succeeds, but it pinches her for the trouble. ]

Ow! Hey! You're supposed to be in a trance, you little -

[ when it pinches her again, she just

yeets it into the ocean ]

wildcard.

[ hmu for this or pcs, i'll be on disco at arrays#3281! ]