Intro Log: June

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Intro Log: June

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. 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 highers 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. "I suppose you were right again, love," the wolfish one says, voice a low rumble in the quiet night. The woman looks particularly pleased with herself, hands on her hips and elbow nudging at her companion, a quiet eh, eh under her breath. She goes ignored as the werewolf (?) lifts her head to assess the arrivals with her one eye. "Although the excuse of Boaltinn is absent, this time." "Just begs looking into then, doesn't it?" The woman gives her companion an even brighter smile, a little tighter around her eyes, then turns to those gathered in front of them. "Well then, no sense in keeping secrets! This here's Mhairi Ainsley, ambassador to the Parliament and my Bonded, and I'm Nerissa Bell, head Witch of the Coven - but you can just call me Miss Nessie, you can," she adds, winking. "The lot of you must be as tired and confused as the last batch - hullo to those who've joined us, too! - so just a moment, dearests, I'll set all you right up—" 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 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 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 a trek to where you'll be staying while Nessie and Mhairi continue to search for a solution to the situation. As you're leaving with a few Bonded for guides, 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. 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 - the Coven is currently handling expenses for the houses themselves in an 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 themselves 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 due to its roots as part of a district that already did. Much of the housing already has furnishing due to the speed at which homeowners were relocated; they were given enough time to collect their valuables, but standard furniture such as kitchenware, couches, beds, etc. were left behind for those moving in. Other houses appear the same, but the dust on the floors suggest these houses were left 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 it for - so long as the legality isn't questionable, on the surface. To help with filling up the larger houses - and even some of the smaller ones, and the shared rooms in the barracks - the Witches put together a little roommate finding service, on a smaller scale from the grand opening of the Haven. 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 seems like the prank previously attached to the spell has been fixed now, at least, so it doesn't read rude descriptions anymore - simply the information you've offered up yourself.

IV. CLASS ACTS Once is happenstance, and twice is coincidence - but Nessie won't take any lip about it, especially given some of those who arrived aren't turning out to be Witches, but the other half of the spectrum: Monsters. It's one thing to grow up knowing what you are and what you'll look like, and it's another entirely to be thrown into a world and have to deal with it without any idea of what to do. In the days following arrivals, Nessie gathers her best Witches and Monsters, and gives them a simple task: figure out who is what, and give them a little help. On a volunteer basis, of course; anyone who doesn't want to be tested for magical potential (or a lack-of it, signifying being a Monster) will not be forced to be, but they will be encouraged to check out the classes offered regardless. a. A LITTLE BIT OF HOCUS Those exhibiting magic potential - or who are interested in magic or Witches, regardless of if they were tested or not - are brought out to the Coven's courtyard. They're given a quick primer on magic, the different classes, and taught a few entry-level spells and concepts before they're set free to practice their new magic (with supervision, naturally). Try your hand at conjuring candy, evoking a little fire, teleporting a few feet, tossing a few enchantments on others or inanimate objects - get those flowers singing! But be careful: inexperience is a Witch's greatest enemy, and these spells might just end up going a little haywire. Your simple light spell might end up as bright as the sun, or maybe instead of a nice breeze you bring in a major windstorm - effects are either big or small, with nothing in-between. b. A TINY BIT OF POCUS Those exhibiting a lack-of magic potential - or those who are simply interested in Monsters and Bonds, regardless of if they were tested or not - are brought to the Coven's basement. Despite its below-ground existence, the area is well-lit and feels as open as the main room above. They're given a quick primer on Monsters and transformations, the full moons and their effects, and a key part in keeping them from going too wild: Bonds. Those attending are encouraged to form temporary bonds, which is done by the two characters simultaneously drinking a tasteless silver-colored liquid from the vial provided to them. This Bond will last up to a day and has the same effects as a real Bond, though lessened in strength and muted in feeling.

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 new characters will have to get settled in, you can go ahead and put your name on some by replying to the June 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

welcome party

[vytal]

[ hm. yang has a pretty weird feeling about this guy just because of the way he's talking? but she'll give him the benefit of the doubt. it's weird, sure, but they're all in the same boat. there's no point in making enemies out of anyone here. ]

Somehow holding us hostage seems to be their version of a good idea.

[ and yang is so not a fan of being held hostage. ]

Where'd they pull you from?

[scourged]

[ Such feelings wouldn't be amiss; there's been many a person who can't put their finger on what exactly is wrong with Ardyn. One more person on that list isn't going to be a concern and he glances over at the young person next to him.

Ah, it seems someone is speaking the same language.]

For all the niceties we're seeing now I have no doubt that it's all just a decorated cell. [ The question posed gets an eyebrow raise. If everyone here is from a different world then Ardyn is going to be even more ruffled than he is now.]

A world called Eos, if that means anything here. Yourself?

[vytal]

[ i mean, it's not wrong. she shares the same sentiment as him. ] Pretty much. No matter how you look at it we're still being held here against our will.

And, uh, nope. Doesn't ring a bell. [ she's honestly still trying to wrap her head around the idea that people here are from different worlds. ]

I'm from Remnant, but I don't think that means anything either, huh?

[scourged]

[ Ardyn could consider being thankful for others with the same train of thought; how tiring it would be to be in this place with others who think of it as a fun vacation.]

We can only hope they let their full terms and conditions be known at some point. [ There's issue when the other shows no recognition about his world. Ardyn is starting to expect it by this point.]

I don't know of a place called Remnant. Seems as if they have picked people from far and wide for whatever this is.

[vytal]

[ this is far from being a fun vacation. not quite yang's personal hell just yet, either. it's just inconvenient and confusing and frustrating. ]

I think you're right. I've been hearing about different places, like a world called "earth"? ...As stupid as it sounds, I didn't even know there were so many other worlds out there.

[ a pause. ] What kind of power do these people have to be able to pull that off?

[scourged]

Earth?

[ That's a strange name. Why would someone name a world after the thing they stand on? Perhaps they were going for something metaphorical and missed the mark? Either way just thinking of the phrase "I'm from Earth" has Ardyn shaking his head a little. Strange.]

I get the feeling we'll be hearing of many more world as time goes on, these people don't appear to be fussy in where their prisoners come from. [ As for powers....] Knowing who is in charge will give us an idea of powers.

[vytal]

Yup. Weird, right?

[ they're on the same wavelength, because yang was thinking the same thing. yikes. ]

I didn't even know that there were so many other worlds out there. I mean, outer space is a thing for sure, but...these are all worlds I've never even heard of. [ ... ] And I'm sure there's a reason why they haven't shown themselves yet. They probably can't be bothered with any of our complaints.

[ she lets out a sigh. under her breath, she murmurs: ] Bastards.

[scourged]

I must admit my own world has yet to travel further than it's own lands. Sometimes I wonder if that's not such a bad thing after all.

[ The room gets another look around, Ardyn taking quiet note of people who have seemingly been around a long time and those who look just as lost as the rest of them.]

They really are that, but for now all we can do is go along with what they are saying. [ Just like that Ardyn is all smiles, a picture of perfect courtesy as he gives a mock bow.] Ardyn Izunia at your service.

[vytal]

I don't blame you. I don't think we've really made much progress on Remnant either, but I really don't think we'd be ready for any of that.

[ but. he smiles, and there's something a little strange about it, but yang brushes it off. he's been reasonable so far, so there's no sense in dismissing him when he's done nothing wrong.

it's fine. ]

Yang Xiao Long, also at your service! [ she also gives him a mock bow, because why not. ] Nice to meet you, Ardyn, even under the weird circumstances.

[scourged]

A pleasure, even if the circumstances are anything but.

[ Seriously, this place is getting right on Ardyn's last nerve. He can feel how all his powers are now gone, not one part of him has his magic or starscourge from back home. He feels normal and boy does he hate that.

Hopefully no-one from the staff here comes to talk to either Ardyn or Yang.]

I suspect they'll be granting us accommodation from the way things are going. It makes sense if they're wishing to keep us here.

[vytal]

[ huge same. huge same. she feels so empty without her semblance, and thinking about it fills her with anger. she's making an effort to not do that right now.

hopefully the accommodations will be nice to make up for it. even if it's only a little. ]

It's the least they could do for us after everything. I don't count cells as accommodations, either.