♪ Our house ♪ in middle of this tree ♪ our house

[npcsofmana]

Who: Everyone
What: The first morning of an adventure begins.
Where: Home
When: Day 1
Other: Be courteous and warn for any of the usuals in your thread subject title if it gets to that point.




You wake up to a serene and idyllic morning.

Outside, a pleasant glow from the sun fills the room including the small crannies in which the beds are tucked. All windows have been latched close, but it's easy to see a gentle breeze ruffling the leaves of branches which loom overhead. Faintly, bird song can be heard from outside. In this place, it'd be a simple matter to close your eyes again and drift back to sleep.

There's simply one problem: this is not where you last went to sleep.

Waking up properly will display not only how the picturesque and cozy little room stands out in stark contrast to where you should be, but that you are sharing this space with someone else. Depending on things, they might be very mundane or very... unusual. Either way, they seem just as bewildered as you are. The good news is that at least all the things you immediately had on you at the time are right nearby the foot of your bed along with what seems like a small gift- a small pouch of some sort of coin. (500 Lucre, although that might not be immediately realized anytime soon.)

Exploring the rest of the house shows it to be otherwise quite empty, except for some writing utensils and paper in what appears to be the study along with basic kitchen tools in, well, the kitchen. There's no food, however, and no decoration. Venturing outside onto the grounds reveals an expansive but not particularly well tended estate including another building that is fairly run down. Attempting to venture down the path from the front door out into the world reveals... well. Nothing. It's a fruitless endeavor.

However, not for long.

Hajime Iwaizumi will be the one to find what appear to be a few discarded children's toy blocks. The Colorblocks immediately seem off in some way, strange even as they should seem inconspicuous. Something about them will compel him to pick them up. The nature of this apparent toy will not be obvious until he ventures near the edge of Home himself. A sound, almost like distant bellchimes, will start to emit from the Colorblocks.

When exposed to the air, suddenly they emit a glow and shoot off into the sky with all the brilliance of a falling star. Its trail is both noticeable and easy to follow, curving an arc through the sky until it falls some distance away... and its impact bursts an aurora of colors through the distant and dimmer sky, encircling the site. As the whirlwind of color fades, what appears to be a town can be just made out...

That is the town of Domina.


Some OOC notes:
➸ Prior to the activation of the Colorblocks, the only books which will be filled out in the Study will be "Artifacts" and "Visitors".
➸ After Domina has been unlocked and some characters have explored the town, "People" and "Locations" will be filled out in the Study as well.
➸ To see who your character is initially rooming with, check the Home page. These rooming assignments are not permanent or mandatory by any means, and characters can change them whenever. Officially letting me know will be present and explained in the next mod post coming in a week's time, but for now we can play it relaxed and loose. Just don't burn down the tree in the meantime.

Comments

[junkyarddog]

[Ken's startled gaze snaps to the cat, and he stares blankly at him while he speaks. About a second after the Judge finishes, he points an accusing finger at him.]

Hey! You're a cat, byon! Why are you talking?!

[He says this in a tone like he thinks he's caught the Judge out in a logical contradiction, and he's expecting an apology and retraction of this affront to how he understands the world to work.

The Judge may need to...scale back his speech a bit. To perhaps a fifth-grade level. Ken's above picture book level, but only grudgingly.]

[chattychat]

I possess the capability of speech, and thus it would be a waste not to use it to its full extent. Why are you talking?

[junkyarddog]

[That was slightly less incomprehensible. Ken's able to follow it.]

Because humans are supposed to talk, byon. Cats aren't! [Ken huffs.] Are you an illusion, too?

[chattychat]

Perhaps those of the feline persuasion have simply never had just cause to speak with you.

[The Judge swishes his tail around a bit, grinning broadly up at him.]

Despite the questionable debate which could arise out of qualifying whether or not my place of origin is in a state of existence, I am quite corporeal.

[junkyarddog]

[Ken makes a sound of pure, raw frustration.] What the hell is the point of you talking if nobody can understand what you're saying, byon?!

[The Judge might as well be speaking in tongues. Has Ken even been schooled? At what point did the Estraneo decide to make him a test subject, and where has he gotten his education since? All mysteries, but what can be said with certainty is that there hasn't been much of it.]

[chattychat]

Oh? I have never encountered any who have had trouble deciphering my speech.

[With a long lazy stretch, he sits up properly.]

Shall I simplify my vocabulary for the ill-used organ resting in your skull?

[junkyarddog]

[Ken actually growls. If the Judge has natural cat instincts, he'll probably detect some notes of borderline canine warning in it.] Hey! You calling me stupid, byon?!

[His case for not being stupid isn't helped by his needing nearly five whole seconds to puzzle through the wording of the insult.]

[chattychat]

[Promptly, the Judge’s ears flick back and he makes one of the trademark Weird Demon Hell noises all cats are capable of when upset.]

Do you wish to argue that you are an academically inclined sort?

[junkyarddog]

I'm saying you talk funny, byon! You use big dumb words and then act like I'm stupid for not understanding you when you could just speak normally, byon!

[For all Ken's attitude and genuine lack of vocabulary and intellect, some inkling of a point is buried in there somewhere.]

[chattychat]

[His ears are still flicked up, but he seems to ease up a little bit.]

I have never had an individual find difficulty with my words before.

[....But then, for the most part, that’s been a very small and particular group of people, so.]

[junkyarddog]

Yeah, well, you have now, byon! [Ken's definitely sulky.] Even Mukuro-sama doesn't talk like that and he's the smartest person ever, byon!

[Love is truly blind.]

[chattychat]

Well, I enjoy the sheer complexity of language and its many variants to describe the same thing. However, if you are finding difficulty with my speech, there is a simple solution, my canine affiliated contemporary.

[junkyarddog]

[Ken scowls at the Judge. It's clear that if he says something that annoys Ken at this juncture, Ken might fly off the handle. Ken's never been particularly well attached to the handle in any case.]

...what's that?

[chattychat]

You could ask.

[junkyarddog]

[Ken stares at the Judge for a moment, then growls. His words almost come out as a bark.]

I've BEEN asking, byon! I asked you to stop using big dumb words! [Technically, he demanded rather than asked, but...semantics. Which is probably another big word Ken doesn't know.]

[chattychat]

You ordered, as a matter of fact. If I ordered you to do something, would you be inclined to it?

[junkyarddog]

No, but that's 'cause you're a jerk. [Ken huffs. Ken, you wouldn't follow an order from anyone but Mukuro, and maybe a very forceful Chikusa on the outside. The Judge's attitude toward you is irrelevant.]

[chattychat]

So if I were to be polite, you would do as I wished?

[junkyarddog]

You're not doing what I asked, byon. [How is that relevant, Ken? It's not like you asked him politely.] Besides, I only take orders from Mukuro-sama.

[chattychat]

Then whether or not I am polite or lower the complexity of my vocabulary is irrelevant, it seems.

[junkyarddog]

Except for the fact that it makes you a jerk, byon! [And Ken, a paragon of maturity, sticks his tongue out at the Judge.

Granted, Ken never needs much excuse to stick his tongue out.

On the other hand, Ken seems to be improving at working out the general thrust of the Judge's remarks from context, and the few words he does know.]

[chattychat]

And you would call yourself a paragon of virtue?

[junkyarddog]

Hell no! [Ken doesn't know what a paragon is, but he knows what a virtue is and he takes a sort of perverse pride in not having any to speak of. He may be terrible, but he owns being terrible.]

[chattychat]

Then I see no reason why I should restrict myself to the general social niceties of which civilized individuals hold themselves to if you shall not partake in the same.

[junkyarddog]

At least people understand me, byon. [Now Ken just sounds sulky.]