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INTRO MINGLE
cittàgazze: week 0 intro
the city of magpies
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
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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[Susato is. Very perceptive, so she has a strong sense that she is not being told the truth, but she's going to go along with it anyway with politeness and only some resentment.]
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These are very pretty and good! Flowers that are actually real treats!
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They look almost too pretty to eat, but they taste delicious.
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[ Said as if she's gloating, for some reason??? But she doesn't ham it up and claim all of Susato's flowers are hers now. She is happy and vibing. But she is looking Susato up and down curiously... her 'dress'.... ]
You must be Japanese also.
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Um, yes. Mikotoba Susato. Are you also from Japan, then?
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This time around, I am in Japan, yes! You have those kinds of hairstyles they show in travel agency posters! [ In other words, she saw a Kyoto vacation advertisement poster a few times. She seems extremely satisfied she got this right, even though it should not be an impressive guess. ]
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Ah. But you are a visitor, then?
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[ Hmm. She has to think about this. ]
I live in Japan. But that is only for my current life, I don't know where I will wake up the next time I return to Earth.
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[No, she's so confused. But she assumes this is referring to some kind of religious belief.]
That is a rather lovely way of looking at it.
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'Lovely'? That's a weird way of thinking about it, human! But humans only have one life and it's very short, after all.
Hmm, do you think this place is an afterlife?
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[But. Okay. No avoiding it.]
Are you actually suggesting you are not a human?
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I am a devil, merely in a mortal body! That makes me a fiend!
[ The pride is out and blatant on her sexy sexy sleeves. ]
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[Looking at her like 'oh dear, poor thing.']
Well, that is not a very nice thing to call yourself or humankind.
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[ Goes right over her head, this one. Because she can't even fathom linking calling herself a devil and fiend to being 'not very nice'. ]
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[ Citation needed. ]
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[ You know that Ibuki Mioda pose with her hands on her hips and the long nose? It's that vibes. ]
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Do you really want to make us humans suffer?
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[ No thoughts head empty. ]
Though, it looks like being lost in a weird city is already doing that for everyone!
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. . . You know, if humans are suffering, they will be less able to create confections. Isn't that a problem?
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[ She's never thought of it that way. ]
.........Some humans may thrive.