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Entry tags:
- 9s,
- azula,
- cinnabar,
- constantin d'orsay,
- dimitri alexandre blaiddyd,
- dorothea arnault,
- dr. ivo 'eggman' robotnik,
- eichi tenshouin,
- eren yeager,
- felix hugo fraldarius,
- goro akechi,
- harrowhark nonagesimus,
- haymitch abernathy,
- historia reiss,
- intro log,
- leone abbacchio,
- lottie person,
- misa amane,
- prompto argentum,
- raylan givens,
- rei sakuma,
- ren amamiya,
- ruby rose,
- schuldig,
- silver the hedgehog,
- sylvain jose gautier,
- villanelle,
- wataru hibiki,
- zuko
INTRO LOG #1
INTRO LOG #1
Welcome to Collected’s first Intro Log! The information we’ve provided about the setting is not exhaustive - feel free to interact with the setting as you see fit. Rather than have specific prompts, our event posts throughout the game will generally have information listed out like this and players may come up with their own prompts.
If you have questions about the setting or the intro log, please ask them HERE in the comment thread! And most of all, have fun, shoppers.
PROMPTS
The first thing anyone does is gasp for air.
It’ll feel like the first breath you’ve taken in years. That’s right; before you can even become aware of your surroundings, the most immediate thing they’ll process is that you’re in water. Foul smelling water - like rotten eggs and decay. It’s pitch black, and you’re swimming in it with only your head above the surface. If the smell doesn’t deter you, the longer you stay in will; the water stings to have on your skin, chemical in nature.
So - you need to get out. This water can’t be okay to stay in. Once you’ve gathered enough about your surroundings, you’ll see that you’re inside a mall, of sorts. There’s a large (non-functioning) escalator in front of you that will lead you to the semi-safe havens of the second floor - but be careful, because everyone’s going to be gunning for that only exit.
» Once on the second floor, exploring will lead you to a few notes of interest: Long windows and tall glass doors show the conditions outside. The sky is a burnt orange, and there is a thick sort of fog on the horizon. Nothing for miles in every direction - just an empty parking lot, completely devoid of life or any sign that anyone has come across this place in many years. Even so, you’ll find the windows and doors unlocked, so getting outside is easy… the problem is what’s out there.
A trip outside will make it instantly clear why you see no life outside the mall’s walls: exposure to the radioactive sun outside causes your skin to bubble with welts, and the thick, toxic air of the outside is impossible to inhale without keeling over. It’s blistering hot, too. Even non-organic creatures would melt or be eroded by the sun’s radioactive qualities. One thing is abundantly obvious: you cannot survive outside. Not now, at least. Those who receive a burn or other damage from the conditions outside will discover that strangely enough, upon returning inside the mall, the wound begins to heal up on its own. Slowly, and extremely painfully, but it’s healing. That’s strange…
» Another thing of note is that there’s a food court on the second floor. There, you’ll find a variety of abandoned restaurants that have varying amounts of non-perishables inside - canned vegetables and preserved meats, as well as dusty old jars of sauces and the like. There are a few walk-in freezers with hefty locks on them, but if the locks are broken or picked, there’s actually some frozen rations, as well! Many of them are not labelled, so the dining experience will be pretty hit or miss. None of the stoves or cooking appliances in the food court work anymore, either, so you’ll have to get creative when it comes to cooking up these ingredients. (Or just, you know, eat them cold.)
» Throughout the mall’s bathrooms, water fountains, and gym showers, you’ll find that all the water in the mall is suspiciously clean. Like, way too clean to be normal in a place as run-down and clearly abandoned as this. You’ll find that toilets flush completely fine, and shower water heats up (eventually). Should you be grateful, or concerned?
» There’s an electronics store on the second floor, as well, along with a internet cafe. Should you try to turn on the computers in the internet cafe, you’ll find that it only opens to the same forum page: a site called Mall Watch. It’ll prompt you to make an account and password if you try posting to it. In the electronics store, you’ll also find that any phone you forage for and try to boot up will also only open up to this forum page. Weird!
» If you’re looking for a place to sleep, the department stores of the mall still have a variety of furniture sets collecting a lot of dust. Then again, no one’s around to tell you where to sleep - and maybe you don’t trust all these new faces you arrived with. If you’re okay sleeping on the floor of a random store, more power to you.
» You’ll probably want to do something about your clothes that were stained by the black water on the first floor.. try foraging for some clothes! Looking around, you’ll find that some clothes stores have some stock left over, though everything’s generally a mess in clothing stores - it’ll take you some time to find anything that’ll fit you. Looking around enough on this second floor, you might end up stumbling across some of your own belongings or clothing, or those of your peers.
More than anything, the longer you explore and scavenge the mall, you’ll recognize how eerily silent it is. If not for you and your peers here, this place would be totally desolate. Clearly, there’s no one around for miles, and as far as you can tell, you’ll only be able to survive here for as long as the supplies here last. No one’s coming to save you - no one even knows you’re here. In every sense of the word, you are alone.
For now.
lottie studies the blade
And as Felix rounds this corner, having swept through yet another store without finding one of the things he's looking for, he spies one (1) green-haired girl swinging said stunning display of quality craftsmanship around like a lunatic.
But here's the thing about swords: they're heavier than they seem? Felix is used to their weight; this girl, however, is not, and thus Felix is forced to watch as his precious, beautiful, beloved Sword of Zoltan pulls to the side, connecting with the wall—and clanging right off of it, the loud noise echoing throughout this empty corridor.
It hurts, really. Like, sure, the girl's yelp means that the reverberation racing up through her arm is none-too-pleasant, but Felix feels a deeper sort of pain... because he's a sword boy and that is his favorite sword, holy shit, this is a personal attack and he is wholly unprepared for it. He had to dig through so many market stalls... to find his baby...
He's moving before he even realizes it, all but breaking into a run in his hurry to reach her. Hi, hello, please enjoy this angry little man rushing ur way, Lottie.]
Are you crazy? That's— [aaaaaaah] Put it down! Right now! Do you even know what you're wielding?
she has the power of rihanna AND anime on her side
Yeah, it's a sword.
[ Her tone says something along the lines of, 'Do you need to get your eyes checked, dude?' Very sarcastic, very entitled. And on that same note, Lottie looks like she doesn't want to deal with anyone, much less someone mean to her. So she simply holds the sword against her frame (not without struggle, of course, but she tries to act cool in her irritation), cradling it like a little brat as she turns to walk away. ]
And it's my sword! So go bug someone else. The weapons store is like, down the hall. Go there!
can't believe lottie is the most op character in this mall
...Felix feels it in his very soul. Truly. It's a visceral pain that temporarily roots him in place as Lottie turns and sashays away.]
Yours? [he yells after her, incredulous—and while there are many, many reasons that's not true, all his rattled mind can come up with is:] You can barely lift it!
[Take that! Or: That was lame, and Felix knows it, and thus Felix hurries after her, still keeping a five foot distance between them as he falls in step beside her. They're inventing social distancing? These mavericks.]
There isn't a weapons shop, [because he has Checked] and that is my. Sword.
[Appreciate that added emphasis.]
it's her destiny
[ You know, the one where everyone buys their big anime swords from? She doesn't bother elaborating, only walking a painstakingly slow pace to accommodate for the monstrous amount of weight in her arms. And, also, to make sure she doesn't cut or stab herself - two very likely things knowing how uncoordinated she is.
And while Lottie is a terrible, nasty mean girl, who is as stubborn as she is rude.. She isn't completely without sympathy. So, as she moves at a glacial pace, she decides to humor him - ]
Besides, how do I know you're not just lying to try and get this? [ There's no law in abandoned malls, Felix, you could be trying to con her! ] Why wasn't your sword with you when you woke up, huh?
no subject
...Oof.]
Obviously someone stole it. [Hmm.] Or it—slipped from its scabbard, somehow. I don't know.
[He's making himself look great, here! Really competent! He knows it—and thus he brings up a hand to literally wave it away.]
It hardly matters. You have the sword now; do you see the pattern around the edge? That's the mark of the man who forged it. Zoltan, [he says, like this is an A-list celebrity. He kind of is, to Felix? To people like Felix. Anyway, take this huff.] It's unmistakable.
[And there is a pattern on the sword, if she (carefully) takes a closer look? Elegant... swirls, or something. Someone took their time crafting this baby.]
no subject
But still, she does as asked.. Hesitantly. She looks at him with pure suspicion the entire time, until her eyes move from him to the sword in her hold. She doesn't know who a Zoltan is, nor does she care, but surprisingly.. He's right.
There is a pattern on the sword, one that clearly took a lot of time and effort. Once she's done inspecting the sword, quietly confirming his story, she shoots him with - ]
You're not stalking me, are you?
[ She's not accusing him of it, but.. She is definitely accusing him of it. What if he was watching her swing her sword this entire time and used binoculars to see the design (the design she didn't notice, oops)?! ]