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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.

I hope you enjoy my gift!! And don't worry you're ALL beautiful. ;)

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!!

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.

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:

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Hotel Nido di Gazza

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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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[ hmmm. he puts the bag down and Gestures. ]

Go ahead. [ give him a show. ]

[ Here she goes, grabbing it with one hand to lift it as easily as he did.

And it doesn't budge.

Tug, tug.

...

Now she grabs it with two hands and yanks at it, and oh -- it budges! But only just a tiny bit off the ground, and the effort causes her to tumble backwards down onto some other people's bags. Oopsie, sorry. ]

[ timmmmbbbeeeeerrrrrr…… ]

Ooh. Close, you almost kinda had it for a moment there.

[ She's sitting up... rubbing her head. ]

Ow ow ow... what the heck! Why won't it move for me?!

Maybe I’m the chosen one?

Chosen for what?

Bearer of the bags. Lifter of the leather receptacles.

Or maybe that one just likes me more than you.

Don't be ridiculous, 'tis nothing but a leather bag! It can't like people.

So how come you can't pick it up then?

.............

[ She unslings the bag over her shoulder

and holds it out to him. ]

[ hmm.

well.

he goes to take it and--- HE LIFTS IT ABOVE HIS HEAD BECAUSE HE'S YURI GODDAMN LOWELL AND HE CAN'T BE STOPPE--nah it drops into the ground like it weighs the same amount as a literal shit ton of bricks. ]

Huh. That's interesting.

Edited 2021-09-26 09:52 (UTC)

That's what I thought! It's not just me!

[ Said like a victory! ]

[ he puts a hand to his cheek, shocked. ]

Does that mean you were taking something that wasn't yours?

[ SHOOKETH.

he does look very shooketh. ]

Huh? But your name isn't on it, and there's nothing that says only one bag per person!

[ THEREFORE? ANY OF THESE BAGS COULD BE HERS IF SHE COULD JUST TAKE THEM, YES? ]