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

[whomthebelltolls]

Maria. [She doesn't seem to have a surname, so she doesn't give it.]

I'm not sure it worked for me, but perhaps for you it will be more fortunate, sir. [Actually, her pride's still a little hurt after she couldn't stick the landing, but... she hasn't tucked tail and retreated yet, as much as she initially sort of wanted to.]

[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!

[whomthebelltolls]

[He certainly told that bonfire who's boss.

... If Maria had a sense of humor, this is where she'd probably laugh at his reaction, though there is a rather miraculous effect in that she quirks an eyebrow and the corner of her mouth twitches up in response.]

Perhaps you will need to jump a second time to sever your relationship with the bonfire, so your heart doesn't break when they put it out.

[justbeingknife]

It's okay, I'll get over it eventually.

[ Majima's mood seemed much improved, actually -- though why this should be was anyone's guess. ]

Hey, I feel like celebratin'. Feel like gettin' something to eat?

[whomthebelltolls]

[She quirks an eyebrow. Something to eat, hm? That seems to be all she's been doing here, but the break feels kind of good. Almost... normal, considering what her life - or unlife - has been so far.

It makes her suspicious that something else, worse, is coming, but she doesn't tell about that. Not yet, at least.]

I suppose I could find something else to eat. It might help how ill I've been feeling of late.

[justbeingknife]

Great, because some of those vendors won't give ya a thing unless you're accompanied by someone.

[ Eh, local traditions. What could you do? Majima started heading towards the smell of food. ]

Whattaya like best today, sweet? Savory?

[whomthebelltolls]

Oh yes? I wouldn't much know. [Up until she tried to give fire-jumping a try, she was of a more wallflowery mentality. Not that she didn't like socializing, she just wasn't comfortable with this place yet.]

I think, perhaps savory. It will probably be better for me.

[justbeingknife]

Savory it is.

[ And oh, there were so many options. Dumplings, fried dough that smelled like they either contained or had been cooked in pork fat, bits of chicken in delicious sauces...

The world was their oyster! ]

Let's get the dumplings and whatever that thing with the bacon is. Sound good?

[whomthebelltolls]

Sounds like a meal, to me. [Probably the best one... and maybe only one... she's had in... decades? Not quite sure, but there wasn't much use for eating in the Nightmare. Not when she knew she was already dead and cursed. At least the hunger never seemed to hit her very hard.]

... They're not expecting currency, are they? [She didn't exactly wake up from death with any.]

[justbeingknife]

[ "Not at all, madam," said one of the store owners, beaming at them as he handed them a fresh plate. "All we ask is that ye share! Spirit of the occasion, you know!" ]

Hey, thanks.

[ Majima took the plate; eavesdropping or no, he couldn't much complain about the enticing aroma of the food. ]

Would ya like to do the honors?

[whomthebelltolls]

[Strange, but perhaps not too much so given the situation. There are other festivities, in many places she's been, where that was the rule, though just as many that aren't.

And from there, she looks at the food, then over at the tables.] I think I should need to sit down before I can eat. [She still feels like butt after that resurrection.] But then, I would be happy to.

[She doesn't really wait for much of a response, as she turns and slowly - like her legs or back are all stiff and sore - toward the tables.]

[justbeingknife]

Of course.

[ So he followed her, tray in hand, until they settled at one with empty seats. Pretty hard to miss that she was walking like an old lady, though. ]

Say, you all right?

[whomthebelltolls]

Mm... [She releases a slow breath. She's still not sure who all are her allies and who are her enemies here, so it's not clear who she can show signs of weakness to, but she shakes her head all the same.] I have been sore and exhausted since we arrived here. Like I have spent a very long time unmoving, and then was tasked to complete very difficult training. Except... all I've done is walk around.

[justbeingknife]

Sounds like a great reason to take a load off.

[ He placed the tray between them both, then took one of the bacon-wrapped skewers. What was this, anyway? Tasted like... scallop?

Savory and salty like the ocean, anyway, and as he took a bite, he raised his eyebrows, impressed. Who knew? ]

...By the way, does this seem familiar to ya?

[whomthebelltolls]

[In Maria's case, it seems that first bite kickstarts her appetite - her stomach still aches a little, but it's easier to just... eat.]

I'm not sure what you mean. The place? It reminds me of the same thins I've seen at home. But I... don't think I've ever been here before...

[justbeingknife]

To be honest, I ain't sure, either. Just been feeling a kind of deja vu, is all.

Maybe it's nothing.

[ Or maybe it was something, but either way, he wasn't going to let it get in the way of enjoying the savoriness of the pork. ]

I'm pretty sure I haven't been here before, either. Would've remembered wolf-people.

[whomthebelltolls]

Hm... no, I think you're right. Which means I think it is something more than just a coincidence or deja vu. [Something else is at play, but she can't put her finger on it.]

I wish I could say my home was so different. The difference is, you just kill the wolf-people when you see them, before they have a chance to harm anyone else.

[justbeingknife]

I could see how that could make a wolfguy a little cagey.

[ Get it, but seriously, it hadn't escaped Majima that things seemed a little tense when he'd headed toward the wrong bonfire. Though the wolf-person that had greeted them with Nerissa seemed well-inclined toward her, that clearly wasn't the whole story here. ]

Where's home for you? Doesn't sound like anyplace I've heard of.

[whomthebelltolls]

Most of the time, it didn't matter. They were too far gone to be able to reason... all they lived for was blood and flesh. A hunger that tore them apart, and put everyone in danger.

[She takes a breath, lets it out slowly.]

Yharnam. No one I have met here has ever heard of it.

[justbeingknife]

Can't say I have, either.

[ He glanced over at one of the monsters, as another one of them wove their way through the crowd towards the food stalls. He didn't have a history of fighting wolfpeople, so for him it was more surreal than anything else. ]

Can I take that to mean you're a little on edge here?

[whomthebelltolls]

I see. Expected, but I still feel a bit of disappointment. [She's not having a great time of it, of late. She watches the wolf go, as well, icy blue-green eyes following every movement, every little bit of body language for a tell it was about to attack.

And then she relaxes when she realizes none is forthcoming, but only a little.]

Yes. You hunt Beasts. Not live with them... among them. The bloodlust takes us all eventually, but until then, you can't have the Beasts among everyone else... Or there would be no one else left. And so this place is very... strange to me. Do the Monsters not experience wilder inclinations? A need to hunt and eat? They must... they are animals, because humans feel it, too, but... then why do I not hear of more attacks?

[justbeingknife]

Maybe they don't wanna eat or kill people any more than we do. Maybe it's easier to keep a hold of yourself here.

[ If Majima knew he was bound to start killing people -- innocent people, even -- he sure as shit would do anything he could to prevent it. Hunting wild animals, tying himself down... whatever it took, really. ]

Does seem like they do all kindsa magic here, too. There's gotta be a couple ways to resist givin' into a killer instinct, or else it'd be chaos instead of celebration.

[whomthebelltolls]

Perhaps. Or perhaps the impetus is just not right yet. [THEY SHALL SEE WHEN A FULL MOON COMES. That was when things tended to get worse, in her experience. Wonder if it's the same here. Though there's no reason to cause any undue panic just yet, as cautious as Maria is playing this whole thing.]

But... you do notice... the Monsters are rarer where there are more humans, and the humans are rarer where there are more monsters. They are wary of each other. Perhaps it's not all as it seems.

[justbeingknife]

[ A wry smile from Majima, then, as he took another bite. ]

I'd be surprised if I didn't see that much.

But we'll see what happens, won't we? If this's really business as usual, or just a blip. Even if it's all some kinda show, no one can keep up the act forever.

[whomthebelltolls]

It's true. Many places make themselves out to be the best they can be to people on the outside. The truth will come out eventually. Hopefully, it is not as violent as it was back in my home.

[Less people-eating, too. But... well, she will see.]

... Well, I suppose, if it is, I don't have any reason to uphold my promise to behave myself anymore.