AUGUST INTRO LOG: MORE THAN MEETS THE EYE

[asgardmods]

Who: EVERYONE
What: the August intro log and first god house competition, More Than Meets the Eye
When: August 8
Where: Gladsheim Palace for breakfast, around Asgard for the game/curse
Rating: PG-13; please take anything higher than this to a private log!

morning: a warm invitation

Everyone wakes up to a friendly invitation to breakfast at the castle with the gods. For most of you, this comes as a message on your bracelet, reading:

Join us at the castle today to welcome some new Wanderers into our midst. Breakfast will be served and a lively game will be available to all of our guests, both new and old.

New Wanderers are curious on their own, and this is the first there's ever been mention of a game. Perhaps it's enough for you to make the trek to the castle, to see what all the fuss is about, or maybe even to see if there's someone you know. Perhaps you want to learn more about the game, or maybe you just want the food.

For our new guests, this comes as a bit more of a surprise. Wherever you were before in your world, without even realizing it, you wake up in a strange new place. No time or space inbetween, just an awareness of There and then Here. A matronly figure tries to explain your circumstances with a sympathetic smile, but ultimately invites you meet them all for yourselves: the Gods of Asgard, and the Wanderers that arrived before you.



The sight that greets you on the castle grounds is a rather festive one, regardless of where you're coming from. Colorful streamers and flags are draped above large tables with room for several guests. Natives bustle about, cheerfully offering food and drinks to anyone that wants some. Everyone is welcomed to mingle and greet the new Wanderers on this bright summer morning.

the game: a friendly competition

Among the brightly decorated tables are ones highlighted in a specific color for a specific god house, and most of the gods themselves can be found sitting behind it with a few of their district's natives. They are here to welcome the new Wanderers into Asgard - but they're also here to explain the rules of today's game. There are coins hidden throughout the city and disguised as mundane items, and the god house that returns the most of their coins will win an upgrade to their god housing! No hints will be given, but the natives are excited to help facilitate the activity and happily invite you to wander through their districts to find what you can.

But you don't have to know about the rules to be playing the game! The coins are already hidden throughout the city, and no one knows what they are until they've been picked up. Whether you're banding together with friends to find as many coins as you can or blindly stumbling over an unpleasant surprise, the game and the curse are in full swing!

evening: a fair prize

At sundown, all of the coins in the city disappear at once, whether they're in your pocket or still disguised as a bowl. Points will be tallied and a winner will be announced (OOCly, on August 17) - but Asgardians are keen to celebrate regardless of who wins a rather inconsequential game. The same colorful display of tables and chairs is still spread across the castle grounds, although now they twinkle with fairy lights haphazardly blinking throughout the air. Snacks and drinks are made available, as well as more dinner-shaped meals for those that request it. Mostly the natives simply want to bask in the strangeness of these Wanderers from other worlds for a moment longer - but they're also eagerly listening to any stories from the day's mischievous game. Relax, enjoy yourself, or again, just stock up on some freely served food. Whatever suits your needs today. Welcome to Asgard, dear Wanderers.

[ OOC NOTE: This is the intro log for August, as well as our first god house competition/curse: More Than Meets the Eye. You are free to play with the curse prompts and searching the city in any way you want! If you would like to submit a map to earn points for your god house, please check out the rules to learn what to do. We will accept maps until August 17, at which point a winner will be announced and members of that god house will be allowed to vote for an upgrade to their god housing. As always, please let us know if you have any questions or need any help on the mod contact page. Enjoy, friends! ]

Comments

[advivo]

[ She has the joy of approaching Dante as he grabs a drink, not bothering to check it, and taking a quick drink. He pauses, screws up his face, before looking at said drink. A second after he shrugs. It's not alcohol but right now he really isn't complaining. ]

Ha, about a month. [ Is he joking? Hard to tell. ] That amount of time makes a man mighty hungry.

[zombra]

Wow, the sad thing is, I dunno whether or not you're joking.

[ Because magic? Is a real thing. She has it now. People from other dimensions, parallel Earths, and other species of intelligent beings? Real things. Her metric for the unbelievable has definitely skewed since her arrival. Well, truth be told it was starting to shift before arriving too, what with all the zombies running around back home. ]

When I got here, I couldn't believe they had fresh fruit. It'd been months since I had any.

[advivo]

If it makes you feel any better, it's true.

[ It would be great if he could said he wasn't used to it, that being comatose for a mother was not something he already felt accustomed to. Sometimes things like that happen when you're a Son of Sparda. ]

Really? [ Eyebrow raised. ] How come?

[zombra]

Well, that bites the big one. At least there's no lack of food here.

[ She's honestly curious about the circumstances surrounding that, but at the same time, if he doesn't offer the information, should she go poking? It's a question that has to wait, because he asks one of his own. ]

Oh, well uh, society just... tanked. It collapsed, so we lost electricity, water, gas. All that stuff. There definitely weren't shipments of fruit coming in anymore.

[ It's not like she's against telling people what happened, but Tessa isn't sure if there's a point to explaining it all. She's out of there and she doesn't need pity, so getting into the nitty gritty details seems pointless. ]

I'm Tessa.

[advivo]

[ Another shrug and Dante takes another swig of his drink. Man, that'd be better if it was whiskey. ]

Makes sense. Food's always the first to go when the world goes to hell.

[ That's what he's heard anyway. Never really had to deal with the aftermath of apocalyptic scenarios after all, always managed to stop them ahead before they got that far. ]

Dante.

[zombra]

At least we had stuff with a ton of preservatives in them.

[ Nothing like a bunch of chemicals to keep you eating cookies and chips long after most of the population was dead. ]

You're not planning on going another month without eating, are you dude?

[ Because man, it's like he's storing up food and drink reserves now before going into hibernation. ]

[advivo]

Good old canned foods.

[ A laugh. He drains the rest of the glass before putting it aside, giving the room a quick glance. ]

No, had enough sleep to last me a while. Besides I've left something behind that I should really pick up.

[ More someone. ]

[zombra]

Is it a giant shield to go with your giant ass sword?

[ Tessa at least knows that swords and shields go together like peanut butter and jelly, but beyond that, her experience with weapons are guns and whatever's in reach that can be a melee weapon.

Though she's grabbed a pretty sweet hand ax from the armory here. ]

[advivo]

Ha! Nah, it's my brother.

[ The last time he was in Hell on his own didn't go too well, and he'd rather not have to fight a mind-controlled Vergil again. ]

[zombra]

For real? [ There's a momentarily look of surprise. ] Maybe there is a pattern to people ending up here. You're definitely not the first with family that all got brought in.

[ It's not the case with her, but she doesn't expect it to happen. Her family's dead; or as good as dead. ]

[advivo]

Maybe. [ Dante shrugs. ] Or maybe they figured; 'Already got one devlishly handsome son of Sparda here, might as well make it too.'

[zombra]

Heh. Good genes, huh? So your brother was already here? What's his name? Maybe I know him.

[advivo]

Amazing genes. [ According do Dante at least. ] His name is Vergil. Looks like me but with different hair.

[ He runs his hand through his hair then, doing his best to style it in the same way Vergil tends to wear it. ]

[zombra]

Hmm, nope. Don't think I know him. Sorry. Are you sure he's here?

[advivo]

[ The shaggy strands of hair are quick to fall back into place once he lets go, partly obscuring his vision. He really should get it cut. ]

Yeah, he's here. [ Shouldn't be sound happier? ] Probably a good thing you don't know him, he can be a dick.

[zombra]

Heh. Of course you're the cool brother. Guess I lucked out, huh? Well, good luck finding him. I won't keep you from him by talking your ear off.