INTRO LOG

[cyclists]

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.

main navigation.

locations ✧ powers ✧ profiles
private conversations ✧ audiences ✧ faq

Comments

[globs]

[ he's squishy and fleshy!! Close enough. They don't know the difference. With a sigh, they stop in their tracks, turning only halfway to look at him over their shoulder. ]

Why? You're all weird... None of you are gems. It's better if we stay apart. I can't think of any way we could help each other.

[omegathree]

[Unfortunately he's very trapped in this form. Oh well.]

Nobody here seems to be a demon. Why would it be best if we kept apart?

[globs]

It's safer that way...

[ they don't explain further, though. Their tone remains curt and flat, as if they're wary of everything he says. ]

What's a "demon?" I've never heard of that before.

[omegathree]

A demon is something or someone who is native to the Netherworld. We generally spend our time working.

[globs]

[ Of course they do. Everyone has a job they work at that means something - other than Cinnabar. They frown a little more, but don't explain. ]

I don't know what the Netherworld is... None of this makes any sense. I hate it.

[omegathree]

It's where sinful humans go when they die. Humans may call it Hell or the Underworld.

[He raises a hand up to his chin and thinks.]

Nobody seems to know why we're here. Perhaps we'll find answers soon, but if we do it's easier to share if we can speak to each other.

[globs]

[ the other gems don't really have an understanding of death, but Cinnabar does, thanks to their toxin. Which means that his comment is weird to them. They ignore his suggestion of cooperation to question him instead. ]

Are you trying to say that you're dead? I'm not an idiot.

[omegathree]

I am not dead. I work with the recently deceased.

[globs]

... What? Do you throw the bodies in the ocean, or something?

[ they're not sure what else you can do with the dead... ]

[omegathree]

No, I work with their souls. When a sinful human dies their soul is stitched into a prinny. Then they have to be trained to act as a proper one.

Their bodies are probably rotting in the earth.

[globs]

"Prinny...?"

[ they repeat the word, clearly not familiar with it... but the things he's saying are interesting. Relevant to their situation, even. For the good of the other gems, maybe they should ask. (And, maybe, because they're worried about Phos... not that they'll ever admit it.) ]

... I heard that when a human dies, their soul stays in limbo unless someone prays for it.

[omegathree]

[Prinnies are bizarre looking penguin-like creatures but he doesn't have the stuffed toy one with him at the moment.

Val shakes his head.]

No, at least not where I'm from.

When a human dies the natural cycle they take is reincarnation. They may stop and become a prinny to pay off their sins, but once their debt is settled they reincarnate as a blank slate. They keep no memories of their time dead or of their past life.

[globs]

[ that... sounds bad. ]

Wait. What's "reincarnation?" They didn't mention that.

[omegathree]

Essentially their soul is reborn as a baby. They live a new life with a clean slate.

[globs]

What's a baby?

[ things are rapidly spiraling out of hand ]

[omegathree]

It's a tiny human.

[ Don't make me give the sex talk. ]

[globs]

... They die, and they come back as a smaller person with no memories?

[ they sound really skeptical. ]

Are you making fun of me?

[omegathree]

I am not. I have no reason to lie about how my world's reincarnation system works.

[globs]

[ Cinnabar stares at his face for a few seconds, like they're trying to tell if he's lying or not, but they're awful at being able to tell these things, anyway. ]

Ugh... Whatever. That wasn't helpful at all. What's a prinny? [ a beat. ] ... Is that what you call the people on the moon?

[omegathree]

A prinny is what a sinful human soul is sown into while they're paying off their sins. I have one that doesn't have a soul in it in my lodgings.

[globs]

You brought one with you?

[ now they look interested. They finally turn to face him fully. ]

Can I see it?

[omegathree]

It doesn't speak and it can't move on its own, but if you wish to see it I can show it to you.

It's in my lodgings.

[globs]

I want to see it. It's... It might be useful.

[ or not. The least they can do is try to be useful to their fellow gems. That's all they ever wanted out of life. They look at him expectantly, waiting for him to lead the way. ]

[omegathree]

[Then Val will start walking off to his house. Time to show off his prinny!

It doesn't even take them too long to get there.

The three foot prinny on the table.]

This is a prinny.

[globs]

[ they remain several feet behind him for the entire journey, including once they're in the house. ]

... This is it?

[ it is... definitely not a Lunarian. Not even close to a Lunarian. They can't even believe that it's a new type of Lunarian they've never seen before - that's how divorced it is from the concept of a Lunarian. ]

It looks... pathetic.

[ this sounds more like an observation than a condemnation. ]