Intro Log: October 2020

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Intro Log: October

I. ARRIVAL Out of nowhere, a glint of light catches your eye; your heart thunders in your ears as your body moves on its own, your mind consumed with inspecting the source. Your reflection stares back at you, just as curious from the surface - a mirror, a pool of water, your most trusted sword, something fleeting that your mind can barely remember - then ripples at your touch. A moment later, you feel a tug, and you find yourself stumbling into a dark, musty room. Behind you, a mirror stands ornately decorated with reminders of home wrought in brass and wood: the faces of people you know, and symbols important to you; all things that send a pang through your chest with the desire to return to them. Touching the mirror's surface does nothing but leave the stain of your fingerprints. When you turn to survey the room, you find there are hundreds of other mirrors. None of them are as decorated as yours - they're plain and dusty, speckled with age. Then you realize a second thing: You're not alone. Distantly, the ringing bell of a clocktower can be heard. But no matter its distance, the time is clear to make out: it chimes three times, stark, resonating like a pulse of something in this mirrored hall that you and many others have found yourselves in. For those familiar with magic, they might feel the power of the witching hour upon them, though it will feel different from what they're used to - in fact, everything does. You're certainly not the only ones here, however. On the first floor, with the doors wide open behind them in the foyer, is a small group headed by two individuals. As people begin to arrive, to come from the higher floor, they're waiting - and they're waiting for you, and your questions. Explore the rest of the mirrored halls you've now found yourselves in, or proceed to the foyer? Leaving the Looking-Glass House makes it obvious that the clock striking three was for 3 AM - the night sky is faintly cloudy, but the stars are dim in the face of two moons, even so close to the new moon as it is. The Looking-Glass House is rather nondescript two-story cottage made of grey brick, sitting at the edge of The Coven's courtyard; stones which glow as you step on them mark the path to and from the two buildings. While fairly small and plain on the outside, the inside has been enchanted to be the size of a large library, with hundreds upon hundreds of mirrors hanging, standing, and resting inside its walls. Some are broken, some are cracked, and some seem completely uninjured - but all of them are just as plain as the cottage itself, showing age in the silver beneath their glass and in the greening of their metals... Well, all except a character's personal mirror; to characters, one mirror - the one they came through - will be decorated lavishly with metal-and-wood-wrought reminders of home, and the surface will be as clear as a brand-new mirror.

II. THE WELCOME PARTY Whether you've decided to find a way out of the building you've arrived in, or decided to explore the rest of the Looking-Glass House - and perhaps finding a few familiar faces among the crowd - you feel a pull towards the foyer of the first floor. It's like a firm suggestion, as if to take you by the hand and draw you to where it begins, and the source of it becomes quite apparent upon finding one's way to the front room: a tall, comfortably-dressed older woman and her even taller wolfish companion, along with those which feel to resemble yourselves in a world-traversing sense: Mirrorbound, they're called. "My goodness. In the middle of the month! We weren't expecting you, we weren't!" The woman smiles broadly, with her Bonded glancing over the newly arrived and those who may have followed them in to volunteer explanations and assistance to the newest addition of their Mirrorbound bunch. "Let's get through the introductions, shall we? This here's Mhairi Ainsley, ambassador to the Parliament, and of course, my Bonded. And I'm Nerissa Bell, Head Witch of the Coven -- but you can just call me Miss Nessie, you can," she adds with a wink. "I know you must all be tired and confused after all that. We're here to help get you settled, dearest. Let me just..." With nothing more than a wave of her hand, rows of seats are summoned; despite their wooden nature, they're all sturdy and comfortable, filling the foyer and spreading out a ways into the lawn behind them, making room for all of the new arrivals as well as the previous batch. After all, they'll find this just as interesting. The Witches and Monsters that accompanied Nessie and Mhairi move to make room, and some disperse into the building itself to see if there's anyone who needs tending to. Mhairi steps forward as the chairs materialize. "Please, those who are able, join us for a moment. There are many questions that I'm sure you have. We will do our utmost best to answer them, and you may take any that we can't as a promise to find some sort of solution or answer." NOTE: If you wish to handwave interaction with Nessie and Mhairi, please comment here. All responses will be summarized answers rather than an IC thread. For those that'd like a more player-based interaction, Aefenglom has its own Welcome Wagon! These are players who've volunteered for the role, and those that didn't sign up may assist as well if they'd feel their character would -- have fun, and make friends. Additionally, those with notable injuries or sickness will be attended to ASAP by Coven-based witches, and should anyone be curious about what they are -- namely, if they have magic potential or not -- then this can be done during this and the general hour or so the new arrivals are within the Coven's grounds. There are ongoing classes on magic, monsters, and Bonding as well, though they take place more during the day than at night. Feel free to have your characters attend them at any time!

III. THE HAVEN After an hour or two of general chaos, questions that the natives attempt to help with, and injuries tended to for those who arrive in poor condition, it's time to make the trek to where you'll be staying. As you're leaving -- with Coven and/or Mirrobound escorts as guides -- you'll be given a peculiar-looking device. It's a very special watch, the native Witches explain, compliments of Parliament. These watches are passed around to all the new arrivals, who are given a quick rundown on their functions and encouraged to test them out when they can. They can even do it as they make their way out of the Coven's courtyard and to the Haven. Formerly part of the Aristocratic District, The Haven is just as well-kept and brightly-lit as the district it hails from. The houses err on the tall and ornamental side, large enough to fit several families (or, according to the upper class, their one family, several dozen servants, and guests), especially closest to the Aristocratic District. They become a little more modest and smaller as one gets away from the realm of high society and nearer to the Residential District proper. Newcomers are shuffled here and invited to find somewhere to live, free of cost. The Coven is currently handling expenses for the houses themselves in a program implemented by the Parliament, though if your character wishes to have anything extra -- like maids, chefs, and so on -- they'll have to pay for them with their own earned money. Much of the landscape and fixtures are the same as in the Aristocratic Districts, though it lacks formal emergency services. Much of the housing already has furnishing as well: standard items such as kitchenware, couches, beds, etc. were left behind by the relocated owners for those moving in. Though some are fairly newly-unoccupied, the dust on the floors of other houses suggests they were left long before the new arrivals even showed up -- a reminder that the Cwyld can strike just about anyone, regardless of standing. Another portion of this district has been opened up to the new arrivals: the barracks, the row of buildings pressed against the very edge of the Bright Wall. As the city's military force no longer has the same presence it previously did, the barracks have gone into disuse, and a cleanup effort has been in place since before the new arrivals came through the Looking-Glass House. For those who desire something a little less opulent, the barracks might just be the answer. The barracks can also be used for business, for a welcome center, a communal space, for anything that the residents of the Haven see fit to use them for -- so long as the legality isn't questionable, at least on the surface. To help with filling up the larger houses -- and even some of the smaller ones, or the shared rooms in the barracks -- the Coven put together a little roommate finding service, on a smaller scale from the grand opening of the Haven a while back. For those who aren't entirely sure who they want to shack up with, they have a small survey for them to fill out and post on the board they've magicked up in the center of The Haven. The board also very helpfully reads aloud each form for everyone to hear in a cheerful, monotone voice. It isn't able to be shut up, nor is it easy to ignore, being imbued with a kind of amplification magic. It simply reads the information you've offered up yourself -- or that someone might have written up for you, should that be their idea of fun.

Welcome to the intro log! While mingling on the log itself is highly encouraged, feel free to make your own logs if you prefer! The network system is free to use once characters have their watches as well; information on that can be found at the bottom of the Setting page, while any extra questions about it can be found in the FAQ index. Quests can be picked up throughout the month as well! While new characters will have to get settled in, you can go ahead and put your name on some by replying to the October's Quest Pickup thread on the Quest Board. Finally, if your character is getting into any Shenanigans or if you have any other questions, just let the mods know here!

Comments

[fuelingfire]

Enraged in which direction hardly mattered, none of it is returned save with indifference.

"No. I want it if it has value, objectively. If it does not, I care not how much it glitters or what sentiment it holds. Whether or not you value anything yourself is not attached to the ...transaction. Though there might be something to said for the price of sacrifices over things simply thrown away.."

Which is how sacrifices should work. If it costs nothing to the one doing the sacrificing, is anything truly surrendered? Is a price really paid?

But that didn't quite apply to this. Lahabrea isn't interested in a sacrifice, he's interested in valuables. And not sentimental valuables, who's worth is their history or origins. Something precious, that could be placed somewhere secure far from thieving hands..

A ruby twined in gold may do.

Maybe.

[glitzandglamour]

The ruby part is undeniable.

Still, it has Mettaton curling a fist under his chin to think about, because... He sure does have a house full of valuables. Things of luxury both in price tag and in simple fancy... and this pineapple was about to join it. He considers this a bit more deeply, and decides he'd bring two objects of fascination: one with a higher objective value, and the pendant which he preferred. He could part with something that had more value, as long as it was in a color or style he took issue with. Green-golds, yellow diamonds — there were plenty of serpentine-themed jewelry around that he didn't care for, but came in eighteen karat, embedded with different precious stones that just didn't fall in Mettaton's absolute favor for wearing. But they were the kind of things that could be appraised for worth. The robot closes his eye, weighing price, to sentiment, to...

...pineapple.

Puca... are easily bribed. Tragically easy.

"I'll even bring you options, then! Just in case you don't want the pendant I fancy," he says, though he'd be insulted in some way regardless of the choice Lahabrea made, as insult was bound to be there when picking from Mettaton's stash of expensive jewelry. He knew this would just be one of those things Emet-Selch would stare at him dumbfounded for, if he knew about it, but he can't resist...! "If objective value's your only demand."

He was sure he had something more objectively valuable that he'd prefer to part with, but would be insulted to part with because it meant his ruby was somehow considered less good. It was prettier. Sometimes, things that are expensive... etc.

Mettaton skips a short distance away. "See you when I see you, darling!"

He'd be able to track Lahabrea down easy, if he's just wearing that mask all the time. Mettaton would use it to track him down, as he promised.

[fuelingfire]

"I wouldn't wait too long... these tend to not keep." Like most fruit, really! For all that Mettaton's a robot, he's likely aware of how fast produce can go awry, if only in the decorative sense for surely he had no reason to try to eat any of it.

The amount of self control this entire thing is taking is really pushing Lahabrea's limits. The chances that he might suddenly in a fit of pique just eat the damn thing was pretty high, and warred with the desire to gain something of worth from what had originally been an idle curiosity. But he manages, after a fashion, the only sign of his opinion on the matter being a disdaining sneer. The less he saw of this ridiculous creature, the better.

Honestly, what did Emet-Selch even see in that thing? It wasn't required for him to know, and he's certainly never going to ask, but there were surely other options besides such a mindlessly self-serving machine. Never mind that Lahabrea's own universe mostly revolved around himself, when it didn't revolve around his God, this is entirely different!

He was going to have words with Mettaton's creator, sooner or later. If he could find her. And where she's from. And politely rain fire down on the lot of them for inflicting something like the pucabot on the universe at large.

But first there is a pineapple to be rid of, and profit to be made off of it, and then they can both be on their merry ways. It was, he supposed, the best he could hope for. While it might be appropriate to give some form of a goodbye, Lahabrea isn't going to bother; Mettaton's already leaving, presumably to try to find something worth the value of an entirely unique fruit in this misbegotten city.

"And you may wish in the interim to ask Emet-Selch what Dravania's climate is, and its neighboring nations." That this comes with a low chuckle might well be a tiny bit ominous.

lahabrea: don't wait long, (me: 🤪 what's time?)

[glitzandglamour]

Good thing Mettaton is timely not naming names, prince and understands that fruit... theoretically goes bad? Were he new to Aefenglom, this may have been a more abstract concept to him. His only exposure to food otherwise is to monster food, which is made of magic. (Even the food he manufactured under his brand was magic, as it's intended for monster consumption; even if he'd love to have ventured into more human cuisine, monsters would still probably balk at something requiring a digestive system to process.)

Monster food doesn't even go bad. (He also couldn't really eat monster food before getting here. Only... ghost food. For ghosts. (It's pretend food.))

Their parting words has those tall silvery ears of his rising, the idol performing a half turn with the indignant flick of his tail at so much as the sound of Lahabrea's voice. He knows where pineapples go! They're tropical! Whatever Dravania is... He could ask anyway, because he loves to chat about whatever with Emet-Selch and see what he responds to, but surely a Faun could be resourceful with the thing and help him into cultivating it. (It would be so difficult to refrain from trying it prematurely...)

But Mettaton snorts. "Dravania... Sounds tropical!" Yes, a name will provide all of the answers he needs. (It doesn't actually sound like anything.) Mettaton rolls his eye, and bolts off without another word to fetch his offerings.

As a Puca, his departure is speedy, allowing not a moment for retort. Incredibly speedy. Those legs, even beheeled, aren't just for show, apparently. But he would be back, and it would be within mere hours, and even with options, of different golds and different gemstones. As long as Lahabrea's mask is within his possession, it's the easiest way for him to track the Ascian down in the end with a variety of choices rather than just the red ruby that he'd be offended to lose OR keep.