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!

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The Coven

[ishisstrength]

[Justine is still trying to recover from everything that's happened. She's dressed in a set of borrowed mage robes that the Coven had given her and barefoot while sitting on the soft bed. She doesn't plan to stay here all night but just long enough for her to get her thoughts under control.

She inhales a deep breath and exhales only to have someone walk in at that moment. Her head turns and a pair of lovely dark eyes study the stranger who had come in.]

Do you think it's safe here? [Her voice is soft, sweet and kind.] I won't touch it but others might. [It'd be safer if he kept it with him or at least tried to place it somewhere out of sight.] I don't know- how long I'll stay here.

[She's still figuring it out. It's been a confusing day.]

[futhark]

[ Because of the Coven robes Caster hesitates for a moment- did he just walked into some actual Coven associate room, or what? But then when she speaks it seems she's just as new and confused as he is. ]

Beats me. "Safe" is relative anyway. [ Caster's answer is delivered in quite a casual tone. And then there are some who simply don't like "safe" ] I don't think they wish us harm, if that's what you ask.

[ The idea of not staying long around here, he can relate. But with the shift of his form that happened with coming here, plans to move out might have to wait. Exploring though is a different option ]

You might have a good idea with all that- blending in.

[ishisstrength]

[The corner of Justine's lips twitch into a slight smirk as she raises to her feet. It's too loud, the voices won't leave her be but speaking, the company, even the problem at hand; it all helps.]

While that is true- [Her fingers brush over the wrinkles of the robe as she takes a small step forward.] May I?

It might be a little safer stashed out of sight and there is room under the bed. [She's already looked. In fact, there isn't an inch of this room that Justine hasn't inspected. It isn't caution exactly but she had to know if she was alone.

Her hand is small, her fingers thin, delicate and lacking the callouses of a fighter. The only thing that's odd is the small bandage in her palm and the deep stain of scarlet along the bandages edge.]

[futhark]

[ It's just an old and worn-out oak staff, once magical but now none of that quality is to be seen. The idea Justine proposes makes sense if you're set on protecting something valuable. But Caster's grip on the weapon instinctively tightens to prevent it being moved-

There is one flaw in that idea ]

That's true, but sweetheart- there are festivities going outside. [ He isn't certain he will return sober, that's what he says. While knowing your limits when it comes to drinking is important, just knowing it doesn't mean it won't be crossed... ]

Me going through different rooms and digging under people beds- isn't a scenario I want to see happen. [ It's an amusing one, sure, but he'd rather not get kicked out on the first night for causing commotion like that. And hey, an occasion to change the subject presents itself when he notices the bandage- He tilts his head and direct his gaze there ] You got hurt?

[ishisstrength]

[She retracts her hand back to her chest as her lips curl inward in a nervous smile.] A little. [It's fine now though the ache in her hand entices dark memories that she'd much rather forget. It's easier to focus on this stranger, the mystery of this place and that odd piece of wood he has in his hands.]

If you think you might misplace it, then set it against the wall.

I'm sure it'll be fine.

[Her voice is sweet and kind but there is a new thin thread of tension that hadn't been there before. Weakness naturally makes Justine feel uneasy. She can't show weakness, not while she's alone.]

I've been told that we are sharing these beds. I don't know if you've heard.

[futhark]

[ It does look like the wound has been tended to, so he accepts the short explanation. She wouldn't be the first one to arrive injured ]

That was the plan. All rooms look the same late at night, makes it easier to find the correct one if something like this is by the door. [ Crawling under the bed to check if it's there puts one at risk of attack. Attacking side being the owner of the room, of course...

Caster's gaze follows the bed since it has been mentioned and he wonders if that's the source of the tense note in her voice. He hums lightly before he speaks ]

Back in my days bed just for one person was a luxury- [ He's very Not Concerned about the concept. Whole families slept in one bed. And that "bed" wasn't even close to the one that is here. ]

[ishisstrength]

[Her lips twitch into a bit of a smirk as her gaze meets his. Justine is on edge and tense since her arrival but she can't help but find amusement in this stranger.] It sounds as if you plan to come back stumbling. [She doesn't know what alcohol this world has but its a party and Justine imagines that there is a lot of it.]

You might have the right idea.

[Justine's head tilts to the side, dark hair falling over her thin shoulders.]

I'm accustomed to sharing a bed as well but I imagine that it's different. [She'd often find herself in the bed of others, sometimes many others, but there is never very much sleeping.]

[futhark]

[ Ah yes, that kind of sharing of bed- far from something Caster is unfamiliar with. Given his long list of flings and lovers from the far away times when he was alive. ]

Method of bed sharing depends on who you're sharing it with, right? [ It can mean multiple things, and be taken in quite a number of ways. But she's tense and on edge already, no reason to add to her discomfort by bringing potential double-entendre to the picture. ]

Okay, that came out wrong. Look, you wanna me out of here, don't hesitate to say so. [ He did just admit that there is a possibility of him getting hammered on a party and then returning— that could be stress inducing to potential new roommate ] We can go and find you a ladyfriend to share the room with.

[ishisstrength]

Yes. It does. [Her eyes soften around the edges and the set of her lips relaxes as she slips into the pleasant distraction of her memories. It's easier for Justine to focus on those distractions, to pull her from the madness teeming at the edge of her thoughts.]

I admit. I usually prefer it. It's warmer.

[Justine's voice lightens as her lovely dark eyes rise to meet his.]

I'm not picky. I find both men and women to be pleasant company. [Which is probably not what he meant.] But please, don't worry about me. [Justine gently shakes her head.] I think I'll follow your lead and find something to drink. I need to relax and sitting here alone won't help me do that.

[Her shoulders are still tense but having a plan, even on as simple as finding herself a drink, helps her relax. It is something less stifling to focus on.]

But thank you for your concern. [She isn't used to people really caring about her comfort.] You would know if I didn't want to sleep here or with you or any other. I try not to do things I don't want to do. [Which is sometimes harder than it seems but Justine tries. Having a choice, that's important to her.]

[futhark]

We're all in this together, might as well take a chance and live this night to the fullest. I heard the party just started and it's supposed to last two days. Doubtful anyone in the Coven will truly start looking into what brought us here before those two days are over.

[ Caster is going to take her word at face-value. If she says she's okay with the arrangement means she is. But as they converse he also realizes he had forgotten something very basic- ]

Name's Caster by the way. [ I n t r o d u c t i o n s ]

[ishisstrength]

[The corner of her lips twitch as if to lift into a smile.]

I'm Justine. It's nice to meet you Caster. Situation aside. [Introductions aren't very important but it's nice to hear that people here aren't so constricting about giving out their names. Names have power and a wizard can use that power but the magic here seems... different than that.]

I think we should both live this night to the fullest.

[She exhales and then glances down at her borrowed robes.]

Maybe I can find something else to wear. [Justine doesn't dislike the robes but they aren't her first choice in attire.]

[futhark]

[ True Names are power, even doubly so when it comes to beings like him. That's why he sticks to the Caster moniker, too many unknown people and unknown circumstances. ]

Maybe if you volunteer to join the dances they will have options to choose from? [ Festival does means dances, at least for him. The other option would be simply buying clothes, but— they're not really with the local money, right? ] You'll never know!

[ishisstrength]

[Justine exhales a soft breath before gently shaking her head from side to side. She steps towards the doorway, her motions delicate and elegant as she places her hand on the door frame.]

I'm sure I'll figure it out and maybe after a few drinks I'll dance. [She has no shame but she can joke, a little.]

Um... thank you. I was a little lost. [Sitting and stewing inside her own mind.] And you helped. Even unintentionally. [Justine knows that he hadn't meant to help but she's grateful anyway.]