INTRO LOG

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Week Zero
32 in Competition

The transition from unconsciousness to the waking world is practically seamless. Though you're certain this wasn't where you meant to end up, for a few brief moments it's hard to grasp the situation and take in your surroundings.

A soft twilight lights your way, casting a glow over the sprawling village that fans out around you. Just outside of the large meeting hall you'll find yourself awakening among several others who have found themselves in this place. There's a sense of peace that looms over the area, the only sounds being the cheerful chirp of a stray bird or two and the babbling brook that runs through the village itself.

Stand up, dust yourself off and set out. There are plenty of places to explore and should you venture far enough you'll even find several little houses throughout the village. It may take some time, but as you check out each house you'll soon come across something that belongs to you...along with something that doesn't. It seems that this new residence is yours to share. As for the village itself, the other buildings appear open and well-stocked, providing you with a variety of amenities to utilize. The paths leading out of the village, however, are guarded by four ornate wooden gates. No matter how hard you try, they will not let you past. It seems that the time isn't right yet.

Speaking of, the only way to truly track the passage of time is by charting the movements of the sun but that can prove to be quite difficult as well. As the sun dips below the horizon and the night sky fills with stars, the bell at the shrine rings out to signal the end of your first day. No one else has arrived. It's only you and these strangers for now.

It seems as though you'll have plenty of time to get acquainted with your fellow companions. Make yourself comfortable; when the time is right, answers will appear.



Welcome to the soft intro of Subdivided! This is your intro mingle and the current conditions will last through the weekend until Monday, June 3rd at which point the weekly log will go up. Your characters will not know anything about the partner system, how powers work or any plot-relevant information until Monday. However, characters are free to discover their power through trial and error and will have access to their item from home immediately.

Please note that an additional top-level to introduce NPCs and Game Mechanics will go up on Sunday, 4 PM EST.

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Comments

[compendiem]

[ There will be plenty more stupidity where this came from, don't worry. ]

Hm... Sounds like it. But... I don't think they mean harm. Nothing here more dangerous than I am. [ Is that comforting or worrying? he doesn't know ] I think it'll be alright.

[globs]

You don't know who or what took us here, you've barely been here for any time at all, and you think it'll be all right? You're an idiot. You're in danger just talking to me. That's how much of an idiot you are!

[ with an angry shake of their head, they turn on their heel, beginning to walk away again. ]

[compendiem]

Yeah.

[ Yeah... that's not news to him, though, being an idiot. His hands go back into his pockets as he trots after them, uninvited and unpreturbed. ]

Why am I in danger talking to you, though?

[globs]

[ if he knows he's an idiot, why is he still inflicting himself on them?! Cinnabar rudely doesn't even deign to look back at him. If they walk far enough, maybe he'll leave them alone. ]

You're an animal. You'll die if you get too close to my poison. So go away.

[compendiem]

[ Because he's an idiot, probably. At least he's fairly confident that they're locked in from all sides in this place, so he can trail after Cinnabar as much as he wants. ]

So it's for my sake... [ He gives Cinnabar a little more space, but not much. He also doesn't stop following, because he's an idiot. ] What kind of poison is it?

[globs]

Says who? [ they snap back, seeming annoyed at the suggestion that they're concerned for him. Even if it's true. ] How should I know? Poison is poison. I ruin everything I touch... Knowing that is enough.

[ it's an especially powerful and fast-acting variant of mercury, but they don't know that much. They don't care to know, either. It's embarrassing and they hate it - that's all. ]

[compendiem]

[ Endgame: Minato is going to hold Cinnabar's hand and die trying. ]

Not everything... The ground you're walking on doesn't look poisoned, after all. And I've been chasing after you all this time. I'm okay too.

[globs]

[ well, it might not look poisoned, but it's definitely easy to see where they've been going - even with shoes on, they've left a small trail of silvery liquid in their tracks due to their agitated state. It's clinging to blades of grass here and there like morning drew. ]

What are you talking about... Fine. Then you can just die. It's not my fault if you can't see what's right in front of you.

[ still plodding along and pointedly not looking back. ]

[compendiem]

...Alright. I'll be here dying, then. See ya.

[ Captcha is Cinnabar's savior... Minato lets them go, and remains standing in place for a while, slowly getting mercury poisoning or something. ]