♪ 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

[mithrarin]

...all right. [That actually tells him nothing, but whatever. He can work with it, he supposes. What would have explained anything anyway?]

I'm sure you're not from Falana.

[kokuyoyo]

[That isn’t a name he’s familiar with. If this is an illusion, it’s definitely going all out with creating new names for things.]

Earth. Falana isn’t familiar to me…

[mithrarin]

I don't know what to make of that. [Earth is no more familiar to him, after all. With a frustrated little noise, Dust rubs a hand down his face.]

It'd make sense if I woke up here -- but not everyone else, like this.

[kokuyoyo]

[Well, that’s an interesting statement to make. Might as well pursue.]

Why?

[mithrarin]

It's... my destiny. I think. [Dust glances down at the sword in his hand, but Ahrah has no comment for the moment.] But that doesn't explain the rest of you.

[kokuyoyo]

It doesn’t.

[His shoulders roll up in a shrug, apparently apathetic to even the concept of destiny.]

Have you gone to see what’s out there?

[mithrarin]

No. Not yet. And I'm not certain we should. If there's anything out there, we're taking a big risk leaving sight of here. This is at least habitable. For now.

Maybe the smarter move would be to climb to the top of the tree. Improve our vantage point.

[kokuyoyo]

[Chikusa cranes his neck to look upwards. This tree is larger than many buildings he’s seen, which is impressive as it is.]

Can you get up there?

[mithrarin]

Probably. If I can jump up the branches... [No real way to know from here if they can hold his weight or not. Is the tree even still really alive, when it's all hollowed out as it is? ] Though finding a way up to the branches themselves might be difficult.

[kokuyoyo]

If you’re not exploring past the borders… There’s not much else to check, is there?

[mithrarin]

Not much at all. Not having been around the grounds here. So we just have to find a way.

[For Dust to get up; he's assuming he's the only one willing and able to do it.]

[kokuyoyo]

[Chikusa certainly won’t discourage him from this line of thought.]

...Are you going to need help getting up there?

[mithrarin]

Maybe. Stabbing the trunk repeatedly seems like a bad idea.

[The tree could probably handle it, buuuut for all he knows he'll be putting Ahrah into someone's room.]

[kokuyoyo]

[Chikusa makes a considering noise. That’s a fair enough point, he supposes.]

There might be rope somewhere...

[mithrarin]

That would work, if we can get it up high enough... [He's pretty sure he can manage to climb a rope, even if he isn't feeling quite at full strength yet.] Maybe I need to climb out a window.

[kokuyoyo]

There’s enough of those.

[And the rooms certainly go up high enough, it seems.]

...And blankets can be made into rope.

[mithrarin]

[Dust isn't sure how he feels about that one. While practically true, they might also find themselves stuck here for a while -- long enough to want those blankets, and regret damaging them for the sake of momentary intelligence.]

Hopefully we won't need to. Let's see how close we can get to the branches first.

[kokuyoyo]

[What, doesn’t everyone sleep curled up in corners bereft of basic comforts like that? Still, Chikusa shrugs.]

Lead the way.

[mithrarin]

[How did he get into the leader position?]

[Mentally shrugging, and wishing Ahrah would speak up, Dust turns to head back to the tree.]

You don't know if anyone woke up on the top floor, do you?

[kokuyoyo]

[He got there because Chikusa is lazy.]

[Shuffling after with his usual atrocious poster, he considers the question.]

No… But we could look.

[It’s not really any of their rooms, is it really trespassing? Probably but guess who doesn’t care. Probably the guy who still thinks this is all an illusion anyway.]

[mithrarin]

[Dust agrees with that point, but conversely, doesn't want to anger someone who holds the opposite view. Still... who can tell?]

[Shrugging, Dust pushes his way back into the tree, making for the stairs.]

[kokuyoyo]

[Chikusa is quiet and just shuffles after him the whole time, until they reach the top of the stairs and there’s just a sheer wall where the landing to another floor would be.]

...This seems like this is it, then.

[mithrarin]

[Picking a door at random on the side most likely to give results, Dust leans it open -- then steps in.] Looks empty. You get the feeling we should be worried there's room for more people here?

[kokuyoyo]

...It’s not really my concern…

[But then he has a minimum amount of fucks to give, so that’s normal. He inspects the room somewhat.]

It doesn’t seem different from any of the other rooms.

[mithrarin]

How many people are going to get drawn here? And are they all going to be friendly?

[But these rhetorical questions have no answers, just worries, so Dust makes his way over to the window and opens it.]

If I was feeling my best... but I'm not. Something about being here, or maybe just dying, means I don't think I can make the jump on my own.