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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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I'm not going to steal something from someone. Just taking them not being here like it's free is cruel.
[ san lang chitters on his shoulders in agreement. ] I don't have much to trade, though, besides... I suppose this outfit.
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(He looks Xie Lian up and down. Like, really looks at him. From behind his habit, there's a twitter and a small magpie pokes its head out. It's enough to distract Tsurumaru who reaches out to brush the veil back behind his shoulder and let the bird sit out freely in the open on his shoulder.)
Then let's see what they have to offer. (Let's go shopping, Xie Lian. Or maybe not shopping. It depends on what they find.) You'll never really know if you just look in from the outside.
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...and then! once that's done, he nods to the suggestion after the silence! his daemon looks curious - the ferret leans out from his position on xie lian's neck, though he doesn't hop off, little claws curling into the front of the nun outfit. ]
Yes, lets.
[ and xie lian will go to open the door. it doesn't immediately budge. he frowns, and then turns, and one, two - hits his shoulder against the door. it pops open immediately. incredible. ] After you.
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He lets Xie Lian lead the way! Or at least, lets him lead long enough to open the door because then he's being let in first. This is fine. (Also, how strong Xie Lian is!)
He only smiles and goes forward, bowing his head just slightly in thanks.
The magpie on his shoulder flies ahead just a bit, swooping in circles until Tsurumaru catches up and then it lands once more.
Once inside... there sure is clothes and it probably smells musty. Tsurumaru makes a face at that! But he looks back at Xie Lian,)
What do you have in mind?
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frowning, he scans through the piles. ] Anything is fine, so long as its white. I'd like to be able to move in it, as well...
[ only-wears-white solidarity here. ]
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(He looks around.)
Something like that would get dirty easily. You might not be lucky. (But he skips forward in his heels. Click, clack,) But I understand. I'm the same.
(And he's just going to start going through the piles. Some of these clothes are pretty grody, mildewy, dusty, and no good at all. He holds up one shirt! It's mostly an off-white color but there's some gaudy graphic design in neon colors and geometric shapes on the front. )
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anyway, he just makes a little noise of disinterest at it getting dirty. it's fine. ]
Ah. [ that design is. something. ] Well... I suppose... though, perhaps something with longer sleeves. [ xie lian will start looking through his own pile! they can look for white clothes together - after a moment, he pulls up a swooshy windbreaker jacket in all white, and holds it out for tsurumaru's inspection. ] Something like this, perhaps...? Let's find something for the both of us.
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It's not fine, Xie Lian. Being dirty is gross and not aesthetic at all. Tsuru looks up over the t-shirt he's chosen and squints at Xie Lian. Wow, you drag your feet and then have the audacity to be picky...
He respects it and folds it neatly before setting it back down. Now it's his turn to judge Xie Lian's choices. He gives a nod of approval,)
Something like that will work. Nothing here is really my style... but it's exciting to try new things, don't you think?
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anyway, he doesn't really want to be dirty or in this outfit or stealing things from anyone, but, it is probably better than the nun thing, so. ]
...Mmm. I've never seen clothes even remotely like this, anywhere. [ no silk, no robes...
there's something that tsuru says that makes his smile go a little wry, as he looks at the fabric in his hands. a little helpless, almost. well, that's just how this is. ] But, I suppose you're right.
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(There are enough sword boys with questionable western fasion that he can recognize it,)
Of course. (He knows he's right!!) If everything is always the same, it's boring.