yuggoth | ( A BEGINNING

SURVIVORS: 42

There's a rush of confusion as you awaken in a place you don't remember. The visuals in front of you don't quite catch up with your brain, as your mind tries to work through the foggy haze enveloping it. You smell cinnamon mixed with the foreign spices. You smell the zest of lemon but also the heartiness of a stew. These smells rouse you awake and with good reason.

When you open your eyes, you'll find someone has set you down at a dining chair. Those unfortunate to have woken up with their heads resting on the dinner table might find themselves with mashed potatoes in their hair, or perhaps marinara sauce up their nostrils. Either way, you will soon recognize your current location as a dining hall — only large enough to comfortably fit forty or so individuals. It's fairly dingy, a few lights flicker with a dying glow and there's some dust on the tablecloth. If you gaze around, it looks like you aren't alone. Among the assortment of food in front of you, there are easily at least 41 other people here... The faint sound of a piano carries in the air and a low gurgle of noise sounds behind you. A tall man in a waiter outfit leans forward, his face distorted with — with what? With nothing? It's as if his face never existed.

Don't stare too hard, he's only trying to pour you some sweet tea.

When everyone is properly awake (and perhaps properly alarmed), there's a sudden buzz of static and you hear a new voice echo over a PA system.

"Good morning and welcome to the Innsmouth Motel. You'll forgive me for my absence, I'm overseeing the preparations to assure everything is up to working order. It's been a little bit since we've had so many visitors. Please, enjoy your meals and if you have any questions... hold them until my arrival. You'll find underneath your napkin a key to your rooms. It would be wise to find those that you are sharing a living space with before I get there, I would hate to have to repeat myself."

The intercom shuts off and you're left alone. Be it the clamor of confusion and anger or the clanks of knives and forks on the porcelain plates... it looks like you'll have some time until your host shows his face. Though everyone is free to explore the motel, it seems like the fog is too thick in the area around the parking lot to truly permit you to leave. But at least there will be some light reading to be done once you enter your room.

Welcome to the arrival mingle, everyone! You may use this to top level, explore and start building that precious CR, but there will be no NPC interaction on this post. That will have to wait until Sunday, when Week 1 will officially begin. Similarly, characters will not learn of their personal roles until Sunday morning. The IC Profiles will not yet be available, but the IC Rulebook can be found in every motel room.

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[ violet wakes up and is instantly on a mission to find klaus and sunny, but when she heads outside to hear. whatever she just heard, she pauses. ]

I-- sorry, who's... pyramid head? Why do you think would they want to attack us?

[ she presumably knows what ass kicking and what misogyny are. also what are you wearing. what is happening. why is the outside of this motel worse than the inside already. ]

[Look she got the important words. Dirk glances over at her.]

It's just a reference from a video game. Silent Hill?

[ now I have to wonder if video games exist in the asoue universe. like. you would think not but there's jokes about streaming television and everything is #timeless in it. this is a true mystery and I hate it. ]

I've... never heard of it. [ of silent hill or of video games either probably. ] So, it's not a real person?

[I'm sorry for doing that to you, I'm sorry for the mystery of ASOUE.]

Hopefully not. Better to keep out of the mist anyway.

[He says this entirely because he would rather solo it than risk someone else's life.]

[ it's not your fault I picked the prompt about a video game I am the failure here.

violet nods, and misinterprets dirk's reasoning as being something reasonable. ] Exactly. At least until we know where we are, and what's nearby that we can get to that isn't... this.

Also until we know it ain't some kind of supernatural horrorshow mist that'll mess with our heads or somethin' much worse.

[He glances at her, realizing she isn't much younger than him. Maybe Dave's age.]

I'm Dirk.

[He has figured out a bit about introductions here.]

I... hadn't thought of that.

[ but now she's thinking more like chemicals that alter the mind in mist-form because. the supernatural doesn't exist. ]

Violet. I'd say it's a pleasure, but this situation isn't exactly pleasurable.

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