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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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[Doesn't make all the gawking and the incredulous looks any less grating, but...he's getting used to them apparently not having seen anything like him ever before. He doesn't know how it feels -- everyone looks so similar to the Hylians it feels like more of the same]
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[It's at least a little wry!! He has learned so much already, such as exactly how much various marine mammals weigh when you have to carry them around using your bare hands instead of your water hands. When will he have water again.
All this water here doesn't count. Terrible. Anyway he's just going to gawk to his heart's content, though possibly less than someone who doesn't see talking animals on a regular basis.]
You seem pretty calm for being the one bird guy here. I think.
[Are there more bird guys here. Hmmm.]
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[It doesn't seem like Revali gets it. As he sees it, that he's the only Rito means nothing. Hyrule has a lot of races, it's no different to being the only one of a race in a town or something. Nothing unusual]
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Though, I guess I haven’t seen anybody tryin’ to kill each other yet, so maybe it’s a friendly nest. You’re used to people?
[He does seem quite well socialized, punk attitude notwithstanding. The younger of the ninja summon clans are usually a bit more brash, anyway. Not that Suigetsu has any idea how old this giant bird is.]
How old are you, anyway……
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[At the question of age...hmmmmm...well what does he say? Hm]
Seventeen.
[Not the complete truth but also not a lie. Death doesn't make you feel any older than you were when you died, does it]
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[Not that it answered the question but really, getting an answer to that question wouldn't really get them much of anywhere anyway, so he isn't too fussed about it. There's a pause and then just a bemused noise.]
Dunno how I feel being the same age as a bird guy, but least you're not my senior. It's hard to take you seriously, anyway.
[Death is but the next great adventure, and also I guess they're just both being rude now.]
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[Oh, great, they are rude to each other now. Awesome. One not taking him seriously, the other dismissing as worthless conversation. This can only be fantastic times for everyone involved]
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[Slowly elaborating on how that's not a compliment!!!
But then again his tone of voice is never entirely serious, either because of the aforementioned not taking the guy seriously or because a bird is literally puffing itself up at him. Literally-metaphorically. There's always a bit of a lilt in it like he's about to laugh, and he doesn't seem to have taken offense so far.
Or maybe he's just that type of guy. A lazy wave of his hand.]
Well, maybe you'd do better in actual clothes. Do you wear clothes.
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[He extends a wing]
The sort that's specifically made to allow flight. Nothing that would be found around here.