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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[tothemaxwell]

FIRST MEETING;

[Milla is in the meeting hall only moments after awakening, turning on her heel and making a beeline for the building's interior as soon as she has her bearings.

You can find her taking a long look at the profile scrolls on the walls, scrutinizing their contents and images. On your approach, she turns her head to lock eyes.

It's an intense look, with the kind of laser focus that pins people to the spot.

After a beat, she releases her gaze, gesturing to the objects of interest.]

This is a considerable amount of personal information to be written so casually on a wall.

SHRINE MAIDEN;

[Whether on purpose or by accident, you find yourself at the shrine! It's a relaxing, calm space—and you're immediately aware that you're sharing it with someone else.

Cross-legged and facing the shrine itself, Milla's eyes are closed, hands extended to either side of her. There's no sound—but suddenly, there's a flash, a shine of something, obscured by her torso—and it's gone again. A momentary feeling of some power used, and extinguished.

There's a sigh, and her hands drop to the ground, pushing her back to her feet, expression thoughtful.]

Hmm. So I only have access to one of the four's power? That's hardly ideal, considering. This is what humans would call being "back at square one".

HAUS OF MAXWELL;

[Perhaps you're looking for your house, or maybe you're a nosy type, who's just seeing what other people have got going on.

In any case, when you open the door, step in, and start looking around for more than a cursory glance at the only item (a cellphone) resting on the table--

--the door closes behind you. There's the smooth sound of a sword being drawn, and if you turn in reaction to it, you're greeted with the firm, nearly-expressionless face of the young woman holding it out.]

Is that yours, or do you make a habit of investigating other people's belongings?

WILDCARD;

[EASY LIKE SUNDAY MORNING!!! hit me up on disco (nijikai#7421) or nijikai for whatever you want!!]

hausmate.............

[specialdog]

[ akane freezes but doesn't turn around to face Milla. it's hard to call that self preservation when she still replies a bit snappish... ]

Nothing is labeled, no one can know they're 'intruding' until it's too late.

[tothemaxwell]

[She doesn't lower her blade, but she seems to consider the statement.]

That's true. However, it seems only logical to be on your guard upon entering an unfamiliar building.

[specialdog]

I guess, but we're all just trying to figure out where we are.

Or are you from here?

[tothemaxwell]

No. I arrived here today.

[There's a moment as she gives Akane the once-over, and hums out loud. Dropping the blade, she starts making her way towards the other girl, movements brazen and unafraid.]

As did you, correct? I recognize you from the scrolls.

[specialdog]

[ Akane will sidestep if she gets tooooo close, but mostly just to grab her cell phone. and we'll pretend it's not a time paradox that in other threads she has it but hasn't met Milla yet WHO CARES, DWRP IS JUST LIKE THIS SOMETIMES OK

She offers Milla a smile, now that she doesn't have a SWORD POINTED AT HER. ]

All of us just got here, from what I can tell.

First Meeting

[omegathree]

[It might pin some people down, but Val doesn't really seem bothered by the staring.]

I would've disclosed all of this on my own.

[tothemaxwell]

"Sardine facts"?

[omegathree]

[oh boy]

They're full of omega three fatty acids and B vitamins! Omega three fatty acids are thought to prevent heart disease and B vitamins are essential for proper digestion of nutrients.

Sardines belong to the family Clupeidae, which also include herrings, shads, sardines, hilsa, and menhadens. The thing they all have in common are their ray fins.

In some cultures, sardine heads are thought to ward off evil.

[tothemaxwell]

[hol' up]

I see. So sardines... are a kind of delicious fish?

[omegathree]

[For a given value of delicious? They're tiny oily fish.

What Val actually says is:]

They're delicious and nutritious. They should be part of any balanced meal!

meetings

[autocatalysis]

And a fair amount of it would be fairly outlandish if not unbelievable too, under different circumstances.

[ hello this is definitely not someone with the same last name as the genesis sage attempting to make light conversation.

julius for his part dealt with the laser focus examination by doing the exact same thing back, rather than backing down or anything like that. ]

[tothemaxwell]

[There's no immediate reaction to the response, as her focus goes directly to Julius' profile.]

Outlandish... yes, perhaps that's the best way to put it.

[Turning her entire body, she faces the younger man face-on, hands on her hips.]

You certainly have an interesting last name. Is it simply coincidence, I wonder?

[autocatalysis]

I wonder.

[ Is there an echo in here. Julius slowly shifts his weight, then crosses his arms over his front. ]

I could say the same about yours, I'd think. That, and... 'Human literacy,' Maxwell?

[tothemaxwell]

There is no deceit in my name. I am Milla Maxwell, Lord of Spirits. [it's said firmly, resolutely—and nearly matter-of-factly.

she tilts her head, hand on her chin, still watching his movements, expression.]

But I suppose your surprise at my ability listing is understandable. Although it is my belief that a thorough understanding of both humans and spirits is essential to the lord of spirits' position, there have been others that did not necessarily share that belief. And of course, I am always learning.

[autocatalysis]

[ His expression doesn't flicker at all, though his appraisal becomes less guardedly so. More obviously on display, anyway, rather than anything more subtle. ]

... If the records are accurate, you were among the few who were more sympathetic to humans to begin with. Summing the entirety of that up as 'human literacy'... well. There's probably worse ways to phrase it.

But if you are in fact who you say you are, then you mean to tell me that whatever force was responsible for us all having been pulled to this place has enough power to subvert even the Lord of Spirits?

haus

[compendiem]

I make a habit of investigating other people's belongings.

[ yeah... ]

Is it yours?

[tothemaxwell]

How bold. At the very least, I commend your honesty.

[She's nearly smiling over the sword. What an impertinent boy!!]

The small device? No. Do you recognize it?

[compendiem]

[ Part of him wishes she would put down the sword, but either way, Minato glances back down to the phone. ]

Looks like a phone. Fancier than mine... [ If it's not hers, then- ] Sometimes, it'll say whose it is, if the profile's filled out.

[ The owner isn't here, that means the phone is open for snooping ]

[tothemaxwell]

A phone? The profile?

[??? ?????????]

What is that?

[compendiem]

Like... [ He holds his hand by his ear, telephone gesture. ]

What you use to call long distance. Or take pictures. Or play games.

first meeting

[withsadness]

I don't mind mine. Does yours make you feel sad?

[Mary first points to her own tapestry, but then looks at Milla's. Abruptly, she puts one of her small arms in a muscle flexing position.]

Can you do this?

[tothemaxwell]

[She blinks, and considers.]

Hmm... sad? I don't know. I don't think so--

[what is

this child doing

all further musings are cut off by the weird flex

but ok]

--Oh! Yes, I can!

[Completely seriously, Milla flexes her own biceps, the corded muscles solidifying.]

[withsadness]

[With Milla's much less weird flex, Mary jumps up and grabs hold, her legs swinging beneath her. Unsurprisingly, her tiny body is easily supported. Mary lets out a delighted squeal, then bursts into happy laughter.]

Yay! Hooray!

[tothemaxwell]

[what

nonplussed, Milla simply lets it happen.]

Hah, my strength is more than enough for this.

Are you having a good time, child?