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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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[ Alpha! Moist! Swordsman! Though, the mention of extra jelly seems to distract her for a minute, since she just closes her eyes and drools for a second.
Jelly...
But no, she blinks at him again. ]
'Tis not the kind of thing I normally see. Alive, anyway! I've eaten jellyfish but they don't have any blood!
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[Hell is empty and all the devils are here, yada yada, whatever!! He’s on a mission to prove the existence of Schrodinger’s swordsman (hold the moist and the alpha), so—
Wait, why is she looking at his daemon like that.
Just going to pick up a bit of gravel and throw it at her.]
And remember you’re not allowed to eat this guy! He’s mine!
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[ Weirdo. What are you talking about, is your brain water as well?
Agh -- and then she's pelted with some gravel. Oh yeah, his brain definitely made out of water. She swipes at the gravel, not that it does much, gravity pullilng it back down. ]
Rude! [ You THROW gravel at Power? You THROW gravel at Power like she is stray in lawn??? Oh!! Oh!!!! ] I don't want to eat your stupid jellyfish anyway! It doesn't look tasty!
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[Hey, his brain may be water but it isn't water presently. Actually, aren't brains mostly made of water anyways. Either way, he sounds a lot more like he's judging Power vs. nebulous hell, so they can just judge each other, sure.
At least he doesn't do any follow-up throws now that he's got her attention. He laughs at the gravel swipe, though, it just looks funny.]
It's just a little dirt, relax. Rain washes it right off. Just remember you're not allowed to eat anything that looks like it was fished up.
[Fish daemons forever. F.]
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[ None of her business! However, her version of hell does indeed have several screws loose, that cannot be denied. ]
I will eat anything I desire.
[ This is not a threat just to be petty. She WILL eat anything she wants. ]
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[Casually waving a hand at all around them.
He's totally still behind the afterlife theory here, and apparently just deeply not offended by being called names. Having a literal devil is just reinforcing the theory even if screws are flying everywhere and there are no screwdrivers on this bus.
Flicking more gravel at her in retaliation, though, because:]
Hey. You think we should tell her you're poisonous now or later?
[To his daemon, apparently.]
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[ Jessica Walters voice. She just is now smacking gravel out of the air mid-conversation, like some casual Whack-a-Mole. ]
Poison won't stop me! The only reason why I'm not interested in eating your animal is because it looks like it's made out of water!
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[That being said, he is not trying very hard to hit her?? Honestly this is just turning into a very stupid game of rainy catch.]
So you're saying you're fine with being poisoned? Or you're one of those people who eat so much poison you're immune? How'd you live this long...
[Note to self: keep an eye on the daemon, why are fish seen as food, they are friends.]
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[ Naturally! And also naturally, she is starting to shift into playing catch, yes. Except she doesn't throw the gravel back, she just pelts it over her shoulder to be lost in the roads. ]
I am invincible and powerful, that is why! Human systems are just weak in comparison.
[ Is this really true? ...Maybe??? ]
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