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

[allyship]

[what the fuck is a zombie

anyway, after watching her some more, he just sighs.]

Well, I'm hardly so impolite as to watch a young lady struggle with a task.

[(also because he suspects that bag's his thanks)

but he walks over to try and pick it up.]

[powerplay]

[ And up it goes in Rocha's hands like it weighs absolutely nothing. She is stunned. ]

...

...

I did most of that work! [ That's how this works! ]

[allyship]

What? You didn't do anything!

[powerplay]

Yes I did! I moved the bag from there [ she points at like. a meager few feet away at absolute best ] to here! I loosened it from its sedentary nature!

[allyship]

That's not how bags work! And I could've done that!

[powerplay]

Too late! I already did it! [ SHE WINS?! ]

[allyship]

You did it pathetically!

[powerplay]

I did it awesomely! The one who is pathetic is you for taking credit!

[allyship]

I deserve the credit! [he waves the bag around.] At least I managed to pick it up!

[powerplay]

You may have a little credit! But do not forget the one who helped you find your bag to begin with!

[allyship]

Because you were trying to steal it? Don't think I'm unaware of your intentions here, sharp-fanged lady!

[powerplay]

..........

You cannot prove anything. That's something I learned, humans have something called a court system. If you can't prove it, I didn't do anything.

[allyship]

That's as good as a confession if I've heard any.

[powerplay]

I didn't confess to anything though! Is this bag so precious to you that you'd accuse someone of theft?

[allyship]

Why were you even trying to take it? I can't imagine whatever's inside is worth much.

[powerplay]

I didn't wake up with anything. Just these clothes and this dumb cat.

[ The orange tabby mrrows offendedly. ]

Who knows what's coming? Isn't it better to be prepared?

[allyship]

Hm... well, I can't disagree. Let's see what this contains, then.

[time to open the bag up...]

[powerplay]

[ Sorry, she is totally in Rocha's space to peer into the bag. Her curiosity is abound! Her sense of personal space is nonexistent! ]

[allyship]

[he's going to shoulderbump her a little because wow?? his personal space??? but ultimately he'll let her after that show of annoyance.]

Hm... a first aid kit—that seems useful enough. A coin, [he takes that] some slip of paper... desserts of some kind...?

[a pause, before he holds out the dessert box to power even though she arguably doesn't deserve it. :/ ]

[powerplay]

[ Rocha you fool. Now she has assigned you Giver of Sweets.

But no, she gasps delightedly and immediately takes the box. The bag is forgotten and forgiven, this is all she wants from Rocha's bag. ]

Yes! This is mine!

[ She will insist that 'til the end of her days, opening it and looking at one of the pretty flowers in admiration -- and then immediately popping it into her mouth. Affixing Rocha with a sparkling happy stare. ]

[allyship]

[NO HE DOESN'T WANT THIS ROLE]

... Well, you seem quite happy with that.

[glad she's a woman of simple pleasures]

[powerplay]

[ Extremely simple. ]

Of course. Who wouldn't be happy to have pretty things and snacks? Flowers are quite good, but these ones are even better!

[allyship]

... Try not to go through them too quickly. It's not as if there are any more in the bag.

[powerplay]

Yes, yes. I hear you human.

[ She does not have any sense of saving food for later, though. She is just enjoying this as it is. ]

You may have my coupon in return.

[allyship]

What am I supposed to do with that...? But fine, I accept this exchange. [a pause] Wait. What did you just call me?