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

[omegathree]

Where is... this "away"?

[He has... a few worries here, but also this isn't his kid to look after. Right?

Well he can say that.]

[leaberator]

Not sure. One of 'em left to find that out.

[ it's very dramatic ]

[omegathree]

How many of them do you have?

[Because despite being separated, he's not going to use past tense.]

[leaberator]

Missing friends?

[ he blinks ]

... Two, I guess.

[omegathree]

How long have they been gone?

[leaberator]

Not that long. [ for the most part. ] If they take too long to show back up, I'll drag 'em back. It's kinda my thing.

[omegathree]

That seems to be missing from your profile.

[leaberator]

Because it needs to be updated! [ very dramatically ] I made a promise to someone, and I'm not about to break it because a dumb scroll doesn't know about it.

[omegathree]

[Ah yes, promises.]

Good. A promise is a contract, it's vital to stay true to your word.

[leaberator]

... Yeah. I have so far.

[ incidentally, but. y'know. ]

I'm gonna keep it that way.

[omegathree]

Excellent. The pain of a broken promise... that will follow you for centuries.

[leaberator]

... I don't think I'll live that long, but noted.

[ he's immortal in people's memories and people's memories only ]

[omegathree]

Ah yes, humans do have shorter lifespans. Until you die, then.

[leaberator]

... You made it sound weird, man.

[omegathree]

Then don't break your promises.

[leaberator]

I won't, but you don't gotta word it like I'm about to croak at any minute.

[omegathree]

How long do you have to live? Isn't it something like 100 years these days? You have decades left.

[leaberator]

It's nice that someone thinks I'll die of old age, I guess.

[omegathree]

Would you rather I say your time is coming up?

You're sending mixed messages.

[leaberator]

Nah, like I said, it's nice, it's just-- not something I ever thought I'd hear anyone say?

[omegathree]

Is it because of the assassinations?

You still have the potential to live a long life.

[leaberator]

[ ... ]

Something like that? [ it's more because of all the dying. ] But thanks for the vote of confidence.

[omegathree]

Well, do your best to stay alive, lad.

[ Val looks 25 at most. ]

[leaberator]

[ it's a good thing axel read the profiles because that would've fucking floored him otherwise. still: ]

The name's Lea, actually. Got it memorized?

[ everyone of you who makes me do this is getting punched in disco ]

[omegathree]

I'll remember it, but that doesn't mean I'll use it.

[You did this to you.

How long will it take until Val actually uses somebody's name when he's taking directly to him? A mystery.]