Intro Log: May

[moustre]

Intro Log: May, Game Start

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 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. Besides the new arrivals, however, there's one more person in the building, and only one. A young teen stands; previously bored and mulish, he's now owl-eyed and slackjawed as he takes in each arrival, either from the mirrors or coming from another floor as you try to get your bearings. In his hands he's clutching a broom like a security blanket, until - "M... Miss Nessie! Miss Nessie, something's happened!" he yells, as he drops the broom and turns tail out of the building. Leaving the Looking-Glass House makes it obvious that the clock striking three was for 3 AM - the night sky is clear, but the stars are dim in the face of two moons, regardless of their waning crescent phases. Follow, or explore the rest of the mirrored halls you've now found yourselves in? 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. "MISS NESSIE" Whether you've decided to follow the hapless young man, 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. The woman covers her mouth with a soft "Oh my!" as she surveys those who begin to crowd in, and she turns to the werewolf (?), lowering her hand once more. (The handful of others who'd come with her peer as best they can from a ways behind her with unconcealed curiosity, closer to the door out than not. The boy previously seen before he ran off can be spotted at the very back of the group.) "This is right unexpected, isn't it?" She not-quite whispers, delight and confusion in equal measure in her voice. Her companion makes a quiet noise in her throat, unscarred eye narrowed - it's hard to tell if that delight is one shared by both parties. "Well, they've always said the veil is thinner during Boaltinn... We'll have to talk to James and see if he was doing anything other than cleaning, we will, but for now, we've got a full house to attend to, don't we? Ah, if they're all Witches, that'll be something, it will!" Without wasting another beat - much to the fond irritation of her companion, certainly - the woman turns back to the newcomers of Aefenglom, clapping her hands together in glee. "Well then! I'm certain you all have many, many questions... As do we! First thing's first, though, first thing's first! I am Nerissa Bell, the Head Witch of the Coven - that's where this house is located right now, on Coven grounds - and this is my Bonded, Mhairi Ainsley. Don't worry, she's a right softie despite her looks! You can simply call me Miss Nessie - everyone does, short of those stuffy folks up in the Parliament, but, well, that's just how things are with them, I suppose." She pauses a beat, for breath, before continuing with a wave of her hand; dozens of chairs and stools, all surprisingly comfortable despite their wooden looks, are conjured in an instant, and Nessie smiles wide as she gives a small bow. "Take a seat, and let's get familiar with one another for a spell! The city'll celebrate without us one way or another, and we've already finished our business for tonight anyway. Isn't that right, Mhairi dear?" Despite the onslaught of information and excitement at three in the morning, Mhairi inclines her head slightly after a huge sigh; her voice is likely exactly as expected, low and akin to a growl. "Best to take advantage of the distraction. Let's begin, before I have to report this to Parliament." NOTE: If you wish to interact with Nessie and Mhairi, please comment here. You have the option of handwaving the IC interaction to OOCly ask what questions your character might have for them, for us to summarize an answer for, or you can request an IC thread. Simply specify in your comment's subject and we'll respond accordingly.

III. THE COVEN 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, a solution is presented. Though they certainly can't answer every question, Nerissa and Mhairi promise to help find the answers, and open the doors of the Coven to all new arrivals in the Looking-Glass House. The walk from the quaint cottage to the imposing structure ahead is lit only by magic provided by Miss Nessie and the Witches accompanying her, as well as the path of stepping stones coming aglow with each step that's taken across them. Beyond the courtyard, with its high, opalescent walls, a city can be seen. There are torches accompanying the flickering light posts outside, and the sounds of life clear even this far from the heart of Aefenglom, something that sounds like... merriment? Festivities are in full swing, even this close to dawn. The rest of the world continues on, even though you've arrived, confused and perhaps missing a few aspects of your usual persons. But while they certainly weren't expecting to spend the festival like this, the Coven has worked as quickly as it can. Their doors, decorated in cowslip flowers, are wide open - welcoming to the public, and to new arrivals as well. The Coven's main building has a surprisingly large front room, compared to its outside; the ceiling stretches ever onward, with stairs of the solidly-flush-against-the-wall variety and floating-ethereally-in-the-middle-of-things variety both. Magic and mundane intermingle as if meant to, with brooms inscribed with runes to clean making quick work of dirt and dust, shadowy figures opening and closing doors as people enter and exit, plates of snacks drifting around as if carried by invisible servers. The brooms are especially attentive to the door as new arrivals step in - they don't apologize for knocking into anyone, and really, anyone particularly scruffy will get swept at until the brooms are satisfied. None of this seems to mind the Witches coming in, with small murmurs of gratitude given to the busybody brooms instead of reprimands. Doors lead this way and that, on higher floors and on the ground floor, but runes glow by their frames in indecipherable patterns. Peculiar-looking devices - watches, the native Witches explain, compliments of Parliament - are passed around to all the new arrivals; they're given a quick rundown on their functions and bid to test them out when they can, and Nessie waits for things to calm before she steps up the floating stairs and addresses the room. "We'll see to it you all have lodgings for a bit, we will, but for now, the festival's still going on - if you couldn't tell!" She laughs a little, hands on her hips. "There's nothing we can do about things right now, so you might as well enjoy yourselves, you might. If any of you want to stay in 'til morning though, well, we can provide - just mind your manners, magic's real particular about them. At least," she winks, head tilting with the motion, "that's how I teach all my classes, it is." Those deciding to stay will be lead to doors that seem to follow no real pattern by native Witches; the rule is "two to a bed," so get cozy with the person next to you. They're the ones you'll be sleeping with tonight. The beds aren't too small - enough to accommodate at least three humans - and they're fairly comfortable too, for their old-looking age.

IV. BOALTINN For those who journey out into the city, they'll be sent off with a word of warning to keep out of trouble from Mhairi, to find everything still quite lively - and still quite unaware of what's taken place. There's very little left to the shadows, with dim light filling in the gaps between the flickering streetlamps and the extra candles and such people have put up themselves. Curiously, small bonfires seem to follow a pattern, culminating into a wide plaza in the center of the Residential District where a larger, brighter one burns, with people dancing around it, their clothing jingling softly with little bells hanging from their hems. The same is mirrored on the direct other side of the city - the only difference is in who's dancing. The Eastern Bonfire has more visibly humanoid beings enjoying themselves, while the Western Bonfire has creatures more monstrous in looks. Regardless, they all seem to be happy- And the reason is this: Boaltinn, a festival lasting the next two dusks. The nights and early mornings are filled with flickering firelight, while the morning and daytime have all but the small fires leading the way to the giant bonfires extinguished; the bonfires, however, stay lit. - and in general, it seems the city is quite happy, quite cheerful, and quite close. a. The Bonfires The main attraction of Boaltinn, as they are with any fire festival, the bonfires on each side of the city are tended to by various Monsters every hour of the day. While much of the scenes are similar - there's plenty of food to be shared, with those partaking in it cowed into sitting with someone else regardless of how familiar they might be, and children of all kinds play together and invite those sitting or watching to come too, in all manner of games, such as jacks, hopscotch, and running ribbons around the tall poles at the bonfires. But there are marked differences, too. The Eastern Bonfire primarily has humans or those that can pass as humanoid in attendance, and they're much friendlier to those who look similar to them; to those that look a little more monster-like, though, their replies are far more curt and their shoulders colder. The area around the bonfire is also littered with trinkets and baubles, all shiny and new and utterly forgotten by their playmates; the ribbon poles are similarly new, made professionally as if by commission. Characters are invited to try and jump through the bonfire's flames to burn away any poor relationship experiences, be it romantic or platonic, past or present; to aid them in this, those at the Eastern Bonfire will give those participating rune-etched accessories to protect them from the fire. Meanwhile, the Western Bonfire has primarily those who are more monstrous in looks, and they're similarly friendlier to those who resemble them, with a similar brusque and cold manner to those who look more human. The area around the bonfire is carefully kept clean, however, and the ribbon poles look handcrafted from lumber and grass, with tightly-woven knots and clumsily-made paper decorations. Those attending here are also invited to jump through the flames, but no such protection is offered; it's simply assumed that, as a Monster, you're likely much better at handling a little fire. b. A Little Entertainment It isn't only the bonfire celebrations that one can participate in, however. All throughout both the East and West Residential Districts, as well as a portion of the Shopping and Entertainment Districts, there's a number of stalls, stands, and stores available for perusal. Take a gander at the rest of the city and find something to do. Of note: Divination readings are available in various stalls, set up by Coven-official Witches as well as homegrown ones, with tarot cards that vary from pristine art pieces that one would almost hesitate to touch to the personally drawn and cut. They offer free readings, enticing all who pass by to join them at their table. Good or bad, the cards seem to bring with them lessons and words of wisdom, interpreted expertly by those handling them... or as expertly as possible; some readings seem a little unsure and muddy. Regardless of belief, those who take part in these readings will suddenly find their day going either exceptionally well or incredibly poor, depending on the overall feel of their reading. Carts and booths are available for one to partake in more food, however there's a stipulation to taking anything from these vendors: one must share this food with others, either in pairs or a group. While relations between humans and beasts seem to be a little frosty, they can be seen intermingling a tad more freely when it comes to this portion of the celebrations, sharing the treats and small meals that are being offered to everyone. The food available all seem to be those easy to hold in hand, not unlike modern-day food trucks; of note, the thin pancake wraps seem to be the most popular, with a bubbly drink similar to a milkshake filled to the brim with drinking straws for best sharing experience coming in second. Flavors are plentiful and varied, though they err closer to the fruits, vegetables, and spices side of the spectrum. Finally, the more pleasure-based businesses offer the chance to relax one's weary feet and take a chance with a little aromatherapy with their rose baths. While traditionally this had its roots in imbuing the bather with good tidings and blessings for the upcoming seasons (or so they'll say when asked), nowadays, it's simply become a luxury treatment for those needing a little TLC. The waters here do have the added bonus of making those who share them friendlier and more talkative with their partner(s) - and yes, all baths are a shared experience. Rather than being split by sex, baths are split by monster and human; co-ed bathing exists for those who don't mind mingling with the opposite species, and if really pressed, they can offer separate baths for different sexes, but their focus seems elsewhere. c. Impulsive Compulsion Throughout the whole festival, new arrivals, particularly those with magic talent gifted to them by the world, will feel like they can do anything and will push themselves to the limit. While not inherently detrimental, those who feel it will become more reckless, their inhibitions lessened and impulses heightened; trying new things is easy as pie, with any thoughts of fear left far in the back of their minds. While magic is highly discouraged on festival days, given their rest day quality, those under the spell of Boaltinn's madness will feel the temptation to try some anyway, regardless of knowing the proper way of performing it - perhaps it's about time to try out what one discovered in that strange dream... Those found doing magic will get a firm scolding, but no actual punishment; it's only looked down on, and they'll be cautioned against using too much. If any property damage occurs due to reckless magic use, however, there are fines; those without any money to their name can be recruited to pay it off by working at the buildings and stalls they may have accidentally damaged, serving people, looks, or whatever else the business might offer.

Welcome to the intro log! While mingling on the log itself is highly encouraged, feel free to make your own logs; take the prompts offered and go wild, go crazy, go stupid, have fun. 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 now as well! While technically most of them won't start until after festivities, you can go ahead and put your name on some by replying to the May Quest Pickup thread on the Quest Board. Finally, if your character is getting into any Shenanigans, let the mods know and if you have any questions about the log, ask them here!

Comments

[wylderrant]

[ "Quixotic spirit of chivalry" is honestly pretty close to the truth. Although she never considers herself a spirit of anything. She just is. She is Iramaat and that is all she will ever be. Or at least that's how she thinks of it. Perhaps she is a spirit, though. Regardless, her gaze is forward, not back. After her attempt to go 'home' was foiled, the only way out for her is through.

She steps into the hallway, glances one way and then the other and is about to speak up again when the bell sounds.

That's different. It sinks into her. Resonates in her bones. She's not sure she likes that. There's a visible shiver or a shudder and for a moment her expression twists before it's back to its usual carefree attitude.

She does not enjoy being compelled. ]

I... do.

[ She cocks her head, listening. ]

-that way, I think.

[ She points down the hallway. ]

Shall we investigate?

[wylderrant]

Well. Tell me how I can keep them quiet then.

[ Her smile is sharp again. Edged. But there's other things to do here - more cloth to examine, outfits to consider. Iramaat drifts through at Justine's side, lazily taking in the colors and the fabrics. And then she pauses when Justice finds that purple. ]

Oh, yes, I think that would suit you. What do you want to do with that? Leggings? A tunic?

[ She is absolutely prepared to browbeat this shopkeep into giving her a line of credit. ]

[actuallyadork]

[This is going to be a trend, isn't it. Why don't any of these worlds have chocobo?]

She's a chocobo.

ooc handwaving

[warfares]

1. What is the purpose of the Looking Glass-house?
2. Inside he saw a number of different mirrors, some of them broken. How might that have happened and what does it mean if your mirror breaks?

[lonewanderer]

For what little Lex knows about witches, which is mostly that they don't exist, robes seem like a good fit for clothing. Still, the stories definitely hadn't mentioned anyone advertising that they were witches. The stories hadn't mentioned a lot, though, so Lex forgives them for that. No relying on stories; this is real, now, and she has a lot to learn.

Like trying to put a robe on over combat armor. "Oh- yeah, I can do that." She pauses, though her eyes track Yako's movements. "Thanks."

[wylderrant]

Who can tell?

[ Iramaat sighs softly. ]

She had problems with another Spring courtier, I think. Some sort of... spat... that she overreacted to. But it's the way of things, you know?

[ She waves the rest of the story away, happier to focus on other things as the conversation moves on. She reaches out to prod his shoulder with a nod. ]

Honorable combat is one thing, but imagine - fighting the Winter Court just because they're Winter? No, no, that would never do! They have their place and so do we. No need to fight wars over that.

[justbeingknife]

And I'm Majima, nice to

[ A slight pause here, just the tiniest feeling of deja vu ]

meet ya.

[ The girl took a running start with a shout, jumped, and managed to knock over one of the posts they'd put up to cordon off the area. "Fiddlesticks!" she cried, improbably, kicking at the earth. "Will I never get that accursed Heathcliff off my mind?"

A few of her girlfriends rushed over to comfort her as she stomped off to the side, and Majima took off on his own leap. And wouldn't you know it, it was a rush, feeling the flames lick at his heels as he sailed across the fire like a fucking gazelle. The heels of his boots hit the ground on the other side, and he raised an arm, caught up in a kind of wild joy. ]

Hell yeah! Suck it, bonfire!

[wylderrant]

Whatever he means, I'm sure we'll handle it. No need to worry!

[ Iramaat nods knowingly. She's not worried in the least. She's handled quests before and this is likely to just as simple as all of the rest of them! She's rattling her fingers against her sword hilt as the Wilder continues.

"Well, what you're looking for likes to burrow. So if you're not careful you can fall right in..."

Iramaat's eyes widen and then she leans over to stage whisper to Majima. ]

Sounds like we're getting our hands dirty.

[interlucere]

[ Her tired smile mostly obscured by the mask, it catches in her eyes as she slowly releases the patient's hand; placing it gently at his side. She stands, her gaze slipping back at Akira's question, focusing on the space between herself and the old man. Lux shakes her head. ]

We've never met.

[ Formally, at least. She realizes how weird that sounds, and after briefly pressing her lips together in thought, she continues: ]

I was told thay he hasn't had anyone visit in quite some time. I thought it might lift his spirits to have someone keep him company.

[ It's sad, and his prognosis is grim. The last thing she wants is for someone to feel lonely at a time like this. Moving out of the way, she gives Akira space to do what he needs to. ]

Did you need help with that?

he loves karaoke tbh

[justbeingknife]

[ He really hoped it was just Yako's natural calm, and not the pitcher plant starting to digest her arm. oh boy oh no, Majima flipped the page. ]

Uh... music? It hates music!

(That doesn't make sense, who the hell hates music?)

Start singing!

[ Which was exactly what Majima was going to do, burst into a surprisingly strong, bright rendition of a 1980's era pop song about finding love. He had a set of pipes on him, and a little cluster of birds burst into startled flight at the sudden sound of it. ]

[clickclickbang]

Yep! Please save all "quick" and "promptly" jokes for later, I've probably got them all memorized. Be right back!

[He's laughing, so it's clear he's not actually too bothered by those sorts of jokes. But now, food!

While he's gone, Primula is going to try to steal Francel's feather. Sorry.]

[long_live_the_queen]

[A flicker of amusement went through Kaede's sallow expression at the brief interaction. Not unlike watching someone argue with their cat, if the cat was the size of a pony.]

Is she friendly?

[Kaede had perked up a little, with an animal to distract her. She was too existentially exhausted to care that another person was so close to her or had touched her, gross, but something else to focus her attention on helped in a healthier way.]

[wolfcorgi]

Stop treatin' me like a dog, dammit! I'll throw ya on the ground, you bastard....!!!

[ he won't, but good lord does he want to. at most he'll just shake his head and avoid those cursed headpats that he hates so much. leon follows by his side, and thank fucking god his room isn't too far. ]

You're so goddamn infuriatin'. At least take care of yourself in moments like these, dammit.

[topslug]

[ Now she feels a bit bad that she seems to have made him feel uncomfortable and highlighted a difference between them, but she's quick to offer reassurance, waving her hands in front of her. ]

Oh, but I think I'd probably do the same if I had fur! Getting it all wet all the time doesn't seem like it would be comfortable. [ As is painfully obvious, she doesn't have the ears or tail Konoe does. Sitting on the edge of the bed, she reaches up to unclip her barrette from her hair, setting it on the sidetable as she keeps talking. ]

It just comes down to being a cultural difference, doesn't it? It's not like all humans have the same bathing habits, either.

[starseedling]

Factually speaking it's a big, diamond cut stone inserted straight into his abdomen through some anatomical mystery, but from the outside that isn't as clear. There are tiny, pink, vein-like protrusions that circle it though - seemingly knitting the material into his flesh. That part is new.

"Kind of... magic... light energy? I think?" He's not totally sure he understands it himself. "I've had it my whole life, and usually I have these powers from it, but right now... none of it's doing what it's supposed to."

It's a feeling he's only experienced once before, and memory of it has him on edge.

[topslug]

[ Yako nods, because the answer is: yes. ]

The people living here seem... [ What's a diplomatic way to put it. ] --um, well-to-do? And they're just getting told to move out.

[catasstrophy]

I guess...

[Do humans all have different bathing habits? He'll have to take her word for that. And he doesn't mind doing so! She's definitely very nice! But the fact that she apparently feels the need to be nice makes him feel kind of pathetic, like he's enough of a sad case that she can't help but treat him overly kindly, even though they just met.

So he rushes to try and fix that, hurries his words in an unplanned and weak attempt to Be Cool.]

T-The same goes for cats! It's not like we're all... the same.

[He runs out of steam halfway through. Even if he says that... he's the only cat here, as far as he knows.]

[fortunyx]

Yes, I suppose so...

[Ryoji presses his hand against the mirror, lightly pushing against the glass there but finds that it's solid.]

Well, there is certainly no going back the way we came. So it seems that there is going to have to be some other means of getting back to one's home.

[He looks back to Fordola, curious.]

Where is your home, by the way?

[usurpers]

[ kaede no he’s ignorant.

movies . . . probably don’t ring a bell, advertising, he could get (he imagines one would want to use a beast so magnetic for their interests), statues and paintings even more so.

stories. legends like what the sea and the desert used to be. not that it makes a difference here, especially when they existed. interesting. it was interesting, to see the contrasts. they were so small, a grain of salt compared to the universe that stretched over his head.

eren has become briefly lost in thought, wondering just how much more they’ve never known, or never lived to know, or wonder enough to make it an idea. right, though, he’s— still talking to someone. ]

Why?

[fortunyx]

Oh my, how cold. Do you always speak like that to your partners?

[He chuckles though, rubbing the sleepiness out of his eyes. He looks over towards the window, taking note of what could possibly be the time. Very very early, it seems. He looks back over to Waver.]

Did you happen to miss the explanation?

[He smiles.]

It's fine if you did. No worries. I'm going to be your bed buddy. Just for a little while, I promise. It's two to a bed around here.

[reenforces]

[Mikleo is an ice twink pass it on.

As Eren fumbles his way through an explanation, Mikleo can't help smiling a little. He's terribly reminded of someone.]

Well, I wouldn't call you dirty anyway; I was crawling around in the mud trying to get away from those monsters.

Speaking of which...

[He glances from one bonfire to another.]

Something about this really rubs me the wrong way.

[long_live_the_queen]

[Oh. This again. Her befuddlement faded into the tired annoyance of familiarity, and Kaede let out her next breath as an aggravated sigh.

She reached out to the side, feeling for the wall--an actual wall, not an opinionated one--and slowly started to pull herself up. It still felt like a light breeze would push her over again, but that spark of long-endured resentment gave her a little more energy. It was a terrible way to find strength, but it was habitual by now.]

People have called me that. Or ox, oni, monster. Strange animal. Bakemono. Which one do you want?

[She rattled off each name with the same tired, sluggish, jaded voice. Any new energy she'd found went exclusively to trying to stand, which she wasn't very successful at.]

entertainment;

[kaowont]

[ Uh, hello? Pancake is his favorite so he's not about to refuse as he nibbles away at the thing in line ( it's good? so good? ), but the question poised is something a little deeper than he signed up for with a stranger: a topic that's impossible to avoid when it concerns them too, now. ]

Is it that surprising to see a divide?

[ Let's be realistic, my guy. His gaze flits down briefly for a mark of the Coven, because someone sounds just about as green as Kaoru here. ]

It's not like the world is perfect, let alone this one. Well, not that I have any idea how long this has been going on or anything, but...

[justbeingknife]

The roof?

[ A second, as Majima considered the mental image of Kyo rolling off the edge of a house. ]

Oh, ya mean of your school, right?

[ WHAT A DELINQUENT. Maybe they'd get along, then. Also, was Majima propping a baseball bat up in the corner? Look, it was fine. ]

My name's Majima. I'm from Tokyo, and I'll also probably be outta your hair soon. I guess they weren't expectin' all these people to show up at once.

iv. boaltinn

[futhark]

[ The familiarity of the festivities isn't lost on Caster. Those are bonfires that mark the start of the summer. Where are they- when? But he doesn't get to ponder on it enough because suddenly he is on the receiving end of "hold my beer"

And holds the beer he does- surprised for a whole second, as a grin creeps up on his face ]

Sure, friend. [ Then he jokingly raises the drink up as if in a toast ] I can even drink to your luck...!

[ Now that he has a beer. Your beer, Diarmuid. ]