INTRO MINGLE

[grigori]

cittàgazze: week 0 intro the city of magpies

40 Remain

Whatever you were doing previously, wherever you were, you come back into yourself very abruptly, after going through a haze. Quite literally, as it turns out. You and your daemon are left to wander through a thick, cloying fog, where sights and sounds are muffled. All attempts to call out don't result in much, and your voice is just swallowed up. At least you're not alone—no matter their form, you know who and what they are, and they stick close to you, just as without answers as you are. How unfortunate.

But your feet carry you until, finally, the actual fog clears—at least, enough to let you see the street you walk along—and now your surroundings are a little more apparent. Even if you're far from home, maybe in less than ideal condition at the moment, at least you're not alone in this? Turns out it isn't just the two of you. As if they've walked right out of the fog, themselves, there are others on this long boulevard lined with palm trees, breathing in the stormy sea air, just like you.

Hard to say where you've wound up, and just when in the day, with the storm overhead. It's not night, that's for sure, and it's some sort of city, though it looks a little... worn down. Abandoned. Weird. Where are all the people, besides you? There's movement, occasionally, but whoever it is skitters away and disappears before you have a chance to get a closer look—at first, anyways. Maybe you can catch them after exploring a bit?

... though, maybe you want to change, first? ( 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6 ) Wow, you're really dressed up for... well, what sort of occasion would warrant this...

Some further walking on the boulevard leads you along storefronts of various kinds, but one in particular stands out. Looks like there's a message that's been posted up on a shop bulletin board, standing out due to intent. Just pinned in place, after the rest of it was obviously cleared out in a hurry, with some pages having been torn off and leaving corners and bits behind.

The note's colors seem to change dependent on the angle you're looking at it from, either shimmery gold or silver, with a faint sheen of another color that varies depending on the penmanship.

In handwriting that barely seems legible will read the following: I hope you enjoy my gift!! And don't worry you're ALL beautiful. ;)

In loopy but legible handwriting, with little hearts for the dots over their I's: We'll try to get some answers for you guys, since I'm sure you have a lot of questions. For now, check out the shop for some bags! I'm sorry that it's not much, considering the situation, but if there's anything else you need—there's plenty of other shops around the city. Looking forward to seeing you all soon!!

Just below that in neat handwriting that almost looks straight out of a text book: I know it might be scary to find yourselves in a new place, but I promise that things will be okay. We'll make sure it's okay. Maybe there's something here that you can find out before we can get to you. Try to get along the meantime—we'll talk to you as soon as we can.

And in bubbly handwriting at the bottom: Sorry we can't welcome you in person yet, but we'll be there soon! We're trying to work out some things right now, like how to get your stuff back to you. You're in a safe place, though, so try to take it easy and stick together until we get there, okay? See you soon!

Inside the shop, it's as the message says: there are bags neatly lined up. There's something... enchanted about them, almost, that leads you to the one that is apparently yours, and prevents anyone else from picking up someone else's. (Literally, like they weigh a ton, even if you're normally capable of lifting said ton.) The enchantment wears off once you've claimed your bag. Each one contains:

★ a travel size first aid kit, with bandages, gauze pads, and a little tube of antibiotic ointment
★ a small dessert box of edible sugar flowers
★ a coupon for a meal at the Hotel Nido di Gazza
★ a golden coin, specific to you and your daemon alone

Attached to the side of each satchel is one of those small, single-person umbrellas that come in a variety of patterns and are prone to turning inside out in a stiff breeze or yeeting off the handle when the button is pressed when used too frequently or not just right. There's a note attached in that loopy but legible handwriting saying: sorry, there weren't any better ones in the city. :(


At present, a thick fog and threatening thunderclouds have encased the city. Rain is intermittent, as are the flashes of lightning, but it's a rather oppressive atmosphere to welcome you in with. Any attempts to leave the city walls, or to step off of the boulevard into the unknown (even if you can clearly see the sand of the beach, hear the waves beyond, see a beacon of light cutting through the thick fog), will be met with a feeling of dread and your steps turning you back around into the city proper again. Your daemons may even tug at your clothes with a self preservation instinct that kicks in for the both of you. Isn't it safer here?

welcome to cittàgazze

Hello, everybody! Welcome to the start of the game—please enjoy the weekend zero intro to the fullest, as we get everyone settled in, and feel free to explore the setting to your heart's contents. Additionally, please note two things of particular interest as your characters familiarize themselves with their new home away from home:

The first, of course, being that IC profiles are not ICly available yet. Once they are, we'll let you know. Just make sure you're filling them out this weekend!

The second is that your character does not have their item from home or canon changes of clothes yet. If you'd like to change out of the clothing that you've been so graciously given—why? They're nice, aren't they? Don't you appreciate them? But I guess you can raid the homes and shops of the city, if need be, until further notice. Clothing styles are 90s function over fashion you might find in a humid climate like this one, though there are some... outdated, if simple, trendier styles available.

Let the mods know if you need anything, and enjoy!

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Comments

[perfectdistance]

Prefer somethin' with pockets, and with more uh. Cloth, generally.

[cranelike]

Ah.

(Just, "ah.")

Well, you look fine. (Really! He's also going to skip over in his heels. Clickity clack.) But let's see if we can find something that suits us more.

Pockets and more cloth, right?

(That's all?)

[perfectdistance]

I'm usually in a chef outfit.

[He misses it immediately.]

's pretty plain.

[cranelike]

You're a chef! (And he claps his hands together, pleased because guess who has ten fingers and is a disaster in the kitchen? This guy.) A good friend to have in a place like this.

We'll check the kitchens later too. We might find an apron for you.

(But he's going to poke around the room to see what they can find? Assuming this is a bedroom, there's probably a closet or dresser somewhere.)

[perfectdistance]

Yeah, had a whole restaurant back home too.

[A wistful sigh as he starts looking through the closet.]

With the city lookin' like this, though. I don't know how well the ingredients have held up.

[cranelike]

Don't forget, we have a ticket for a free meal.

(Which sounds promising.)

If someone is offering to feed us, then there must be food.

(Gonna check out the bed! I'm going to say there's at least one musty sheet over it which he'll start to pull back.)

[perfectdistance]

Have you seen anybody other than the kids? Who's gonna be manning a hotel around here?

[He does at least manage to find some pants.]

[cranelike]

Our mysterious writers, perhaps.

(Nothing on the bed! But he's still taking this sheet with him.)

Let's look in the other rooms while we're here. We might be surprised.

[perfectdistance]

You're taking the sheet?

[He does look through the other rooms though.]

[cranelike]

It might be useful.

(But he doesn't explain any more than that. But yeah sure they can check out another room and find some books and rotting fruit or something.)

Hmm, this city really is poor, isn't it...

[perfectdistance]

It's also unsettlingly abandoned.

[The rotting fruit is a personal affront to him.]

[cranelike]

And here we are.

(He's pretty chill about this entire situation but he'll stop to look at Nero. Like, really look at him now.)

I believe introductions are in order~

[perfectdistance]

Nero Turner.

What about you?

[cranelike]

(Not Japanese.)

Tsurumaru Kuninaga. There, now we're friends.

[perfectdistance]

That's all it takes?

[Where's Japan.]

[cranelike]

Would you rather be enemies?

[perfectdistance]

The fewer of those the better.

[cranelike]

Then we're friends. Ah, but don't worry. You can always change your mind later if you want.

[perfectdistance]

... Thanks.

[HE THINKS???]

[cranelike]

It's nothing.

(But this house seems to be a bust.)

[perfectdistance]

Are you lookin' for anything else?

[cranelike]

I lost some things when I arrived here. Some unimportant things but other very precious things...

(And a glance,)

Are you offering to help?

[perfectdistance]

[Thinking emoji...]

Don't got much else to do right now.

Just let me change first.

[cranelike]

Thank you.

(What a good bean. This one is good and he cooks. Tsuru is keeping this one.

But he'll wait! And whenever he gets back,

1. Why you should have run
2. Tsuru will be waiting,)

Where should we start... Ah, yes. I've lost my sword and lunchbox.

(His bento. u_u)

[perfectdistance]

[Unfortunately for Nero, Nero is a good(ish) boy.]

Your... lunchbox?