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.

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[compendiem]

[ Hey, hey, the pocket gravy was great. Sometimes you're just that desperate for a midnight snack. ]

Everything I need, huh... And the universe thought I needed my nailbat? I have it 'cause it was in one of the houses.

[ Where did he get it from originally? doesn't matter, bless the universe for granting him this here ]

[cyclists]

If this gets dangerous, a weapon isn't the worst idea. Unless you have another weapon you think would have worked better?

[compendiem]

Hm... There was this really cool one, a club with a skull at the end of it. A pair of gloves, with skulls over the knuckles... A sword that was on fire...

[ He had such cool weapons, he misses them ]

[cyclists]

The nailbat sounds more efficient. [Just saying.]

[compendiem]

I guess. Not as cool, though... You're not the one who set it in the house, then? Do you know who I should talk to to get my gravy back...

[cyclists]

That wasn't us, no. And I'm not sure you can ask them for gravy, but what's so special about it? Can't you get other gravy?

[Does this gravy have magical properties? What's the big deal.]

[compendiem]

[ Not being able to get any of his gravy back is a bit disappointing, but he shakes his head slightly and decides he has no choice but to deal. ]

It's just... gravy. I've had it for a while, and thought it might be useful someday. But maybe it's not good to eat anymore.

[ Maybe it was rancid when he'd first picked it up, and that was in April, and it's December now. ]

But if you can guess whether I can ask "them" for gravy... that means you have an idea who "they" are?

[cyclists]

I just don't see how that would be useful. Sorry. [Especially if it's gross. Minato stop.]

It's...the universe. It's not really a physical being or anything.

[compendiem]

It's food.

[ And the universe has decided it's an abomination that should never be allowed to exist, or something. ]

[cyclists]

Are you hungry? [Why else would someone carry pocket gravy?]

[compendiem]

...A little hungry. Do you have any apples?

[ He will not be eating the apples ]

[cyclists]

[Why are all of you like this. But Sol dips a hand back into their cloak and pulls out a large green apple.]

[compendiem]

[ Holy shit, Minato looks delighted. He takes the apple and this will immediately be given to Swift Wind next time he sees the horse. ]

Thanks. Do you also carry food around in your pockets?

[cyclists]

[The worst part is Sol already gave Swift Wind an apple. This horse is spoiled.]

No, that would be weird.

[compendiem]

Not that weird...

[ Swift Wind deserves all the apples. Minato has like 3-4 threads dedicated to finding apples and flowers for that horse. ]

Just a coincidence you have an apple, then...?

[cyclists]

I wouldn't call that a coincidence. [There's something funny about this, but Sol's reaching into their cloak again and pulling out what looks like half of a pb&j sandwich?] More like opportunity.

[compendiem]

[ What... He wants this magic food-producing cloak. ]

Does your cloak take requests, or... [ Or did Sol just spirit away some poor kid's sandwich and that's why it's here now. How does this work, help. ]

[cyclists]

[Sol is doing their best.]

It might. [It's not hard to hear the amusement in tone.] Did you want something besides an apple?

[compendiem]

[ Sol is the best, Minato's favorite if they can fulfill his heart's deepest desire: ]

Do you think you can make gravy?

[cyclists]

Maybe? [...] Do you want a bowl of gravy?

[compendiem]

A two-for-one deal... [ Honestly, he just wanted the gravy, but a container to keep it all in would be very useful too. ]

If you could, I'd love a bowl of gravy.

[cyclists]

[Please stop keeping gravy in your pocket.]

Okay...[Give it a second and yeah, he's pulling out a little bowl of gravy. Congrats, it's not rancid!]

[compendiem]

[ It could be useful one day...

Minato is equally surprised and pleased at seeing the bowl of gravy— give it a little time in the sun, and it'll become properly rancid, he's sure— and takes it into his hands. I guess he's just carrying it around all day and into tomorrow, or something. ]

That's pretty amazing... I wish I had a power like that. Is it just food you can create? Not something like... nailbats?

[cyclists]

[I hate everything about this but also I'm dying. Sol is also dying but for a whole other reason, flabbergasted that Minato's apparently appeased by this gravy.]

I'm not giving you another nailbat. [Just throwing that out there, though there's a bemused sort of tone.] But it can be other things besides food, too. Nothing really big though.

[compendiem]

[ I'm also dying, but Minato loves this, he loves everything about this and Sol is his favorite, even if his nailbat request gets denied.

This has now become a game of "how much can I ask for until Sol just walks away" ]

Hm... Can you create a cactus? One of those little spiky ones, in a pot. With a pink flower on top.