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

meeting hall

[leaberator]

[ oh the bird is wearing clothes. that makes it talking and crying normal. ]

You alright there? Sounds like you're having a tough day.

j/k it's the shrine

[quailvering]

[his crying gets wrapped up in a sort of surprised, strangled sob]

[and he stares at this new person and- dyed, spiked hair. leather clothes. is this- is this a delinquent-]

[his birdie mind works into overdrive, turning the gentle question into some kind of threat. Sounds like you're having a tough day. It would be a shame if it got tougher.]

I- I don't have any money!!

[and he ducks down beneath both his wings]

im sORRY

[leaberator]

[ this is what being a clown with a tough guy speech pattern gets you, axel. crying birds. he scratches the back of his neck ]

... I wasn't... Oh man. [ this is such a weird misunderstanding. ] Hey, I don't want your money. I'm strictly pro-helping people now.

[ why did he say the now part. ]

[quailvering]

[only a delinquent would wear boots like that!!]

[after a few hesitant seconds, kazuaki peeks up from under his wings and seems startled that axel lea axel the delinquent is still there]

[he sniffles]

I don't think a birdie like me c- [hic] can be helped...

[leaberator]

You think so? A friend of mine would probably disagree on that. Thinks he can help everyone, no matter how big or small. He's usually right, too.

[ and, because that's too. fucking lame. ]

Besides, there's no harm in trying, right?

[quailvering]

A- A f- f- friend...

[watch that word course through his body, causing a fresh wave of tears to come up and his little body to slump into an even more dejected pile of bird]

Y- You have a n- nice friend! H- How lucky!

[CRYING]

[leaberator]

[ oh my god. he's bad at this? he made the bird cry more? please save him he can't deal with this ]

Hey-- I'm sure he'd be your friend too if he was around? So...?

[ what the fuck is he saying ]

[quailvering]

[weeeeeeeeeeeh, mr. fancy boots has a nice friend!! kazuaki just cries it out for a bit, unintentionally letting the situation inch up and up in awkwardness. if the level of awkwardness were a physical level it would probably be enough to drown the one-foot-tall bird]

I- [hic] I thought m- my friend was s- someone like that, too... since he was even helping somebirdie useless like me...

[please enjoy the juxtaposition of bird depression with "oh my god they say everybirdie?"]

[leaberator]

[ mentally, to himself: somebirdie? ]

... What makes you say you're useless?

[ every subject of that sentence seemed like a time bomb waiting to happen so let's just pick one and pray for the best ]

[quailvering]

[he's right, every single part of this everything is a ticking time bomb but thankfully it's more tears than explosions]

I stopped... going to class. I never got a job. Eventually I stopped going outside. I- I'm scared being outside here, too, but everything is scary!

[he buries his beak in his wings, crying more]

[leaberator]

A shut-in, huh...?

[ this is so over his paygrade? ]

Sounds to me like you had a rough time even before you got brought along here. [ he crosses his arms in thought ] But there's gotta be something you don't find scary, right?

[quailvering]

[a bird shut-in, who should really see a bird therapist or something]

Um... g- g- games...

[ugh, that's such a shut-in answer, it actually makes him curl up into even more of a little ball than before]

[leaberator]

Games, huh? That's neat. What kinda games do you play?

[ lea hasn't played a video game in. a While, but he at least knows what they are, ]

[quailvering]

[he perks up a bit]

Um, usually fantasy... the sort of games where you fight evil and monsters and stuff. The ones you can play online are fun, too!




... although most of my friends on those games have gotten jobs...

[aaaaand he looks like he might cry again]