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{ GAME OPENING LOG }

✵ GAME OPENING LOG ✵
Normally our TDMs serve as intro logs, but we have prepared a special character intro log for game opening! It is a massive, chaotic feast that can only be found in a dreamworld like Songerein. You can also use this to continue ongoing TDM threads, especially as it nears captcha. Reminder that any thread from the TDM can be carried over. Players are also welcome to make their own logs for things if they would rather skip this part. Be sure to read the Mod Announcement for other information and you can ask any questions regarding the log here.

I. THE FEAST

As the sleepy looking sun begins to set, the small little tapir fairies will buzz around to find all the new inhabitants and usher them to the plaza. There everyone will find several tables of various lengths, sizes, and shapes. Yes, that is a star shaped table along with a moon one. A special feast has been made just for them to welcome and celebrate their arrival. Some may even recognize decorations: leaves mottled and changing to an assortment of colors, festive streamers, popcorn strings, glittering garlands and bows, string lanterns, and maybe a few small gravestones here and there. Some areas might look a bit brown and withered while some of the trees take on a more cherry blossom look. It's a bit of a strange mashup, and yet the chaos seems to have a sense of harmony as well—especially when considering everything else that the feast has to offer. This is one divine feast that is going to be completely topsy turvy.

A. What's Your Sign? Everyone will find themselves mysteriously "tagged" with a special sticker and will suddenly gain special characteristics based off the animal: ears, tails, behavioral traits. They're mostly mild and to add flavor, but they may also feel different compatibility towards another, such as more attracted or opposed. The sticker will be hard to remove, but it is possible to swap with someone if they want to try a different experience.

B. Special Bowls. There are many tables and anyone can sit wherever they want. Just don't forget to pick up the special dinner bowl already personalized with their name on it. Of course there are some extra paints and decorations that can be added to it if one desires.

C. Wild Food. Every table has the same kind of food, and there is plenty to go around. Of course, that's only if the food can be caught and if one can keep an appetite for some of them. The boar's head is a bit talkative and might settle down if someone stuffs an apple in its mouth or tells it a joke. However, it might just get several laughs by the barrel of monkeys funnel cake nearby, monkey shaped pastries hiding within it to chuck out various candies and fruits. Not even the candy is safe, at least not the stringed ones. Licorice, chocolate coated taffy, and others will start slithering around and even hiss, sometimes wrapping around the arm of those who try to eat them. Playing some music might calm these sweet serpents so they can be eaten properly. How about that special carousel cake stand with the horse cookies prancing about?

D. Spice Up Your Li—Meal. However fear not. There is normal food around so it is possible to have a proper meal. However, some helpful little dragons may fly by to add a few herbs and spices to the dishes. They are quite friendly and will listen to requests, however if one is rude or too demanding, they may just dump a bunch of a hot pepper and other unsavory seasoning instead. Make a good enough impression and they might make house calls, even follow someone home. They live to spice up food, after all.

E. Drink Tea. Although there is an assortment of beverages, the prevalent one will be tea. They are similar to the ones found in the cafe and all will help bring out festive dreams and restful sleep later for everyone. However, someone is clearly making mischief as they have slipped in some rodentia tea. Drinking it will cause the drinker to shrink to the size of a rat. The only way to return to normal is to find the elusive cat cookies, which can be strangely hard to find; they seem to vanish and reappear at random, but only the ones with wide grins and “Eat Me” written on them can be eaten.

II. FUN & GAMES

Perhaps the food isn't up to one's tastes, or they just would rather have some fun. There are a few games around the plaza that everyone is welcome to participate in and they are encouraged to play to their heart's content. Just beware of the geese as they are being a menace not only at the tables but disrupting games as well.

A. Playing Chicken. A simple game, really, one that will test one's creativity and taste buds. There is a goat cheese fondue fountain surrounded with various platters of cooked chicken: grilled, steamed, boiled, baked, fried. This fondue fountain, however, is special. The flavor of the fondue can be altered depending on the kinds of emotions near it. Joy and love make it sugary sweet, anger and jealousy spicy hot, despair and distrust salty sour. And of course everything in-between including a chaotic mix. The challenge is one person will try and alter the flavor of the fondue, lather it on a piece of chicken, and then hand it to their opponent. The chicken must then be consumed. If not, the one who "cooked" it wins. If it is consumed, then the second person can now do the same to the other. This continues until one forfeits. It should be noted that the emotions of the one eating can also affect the fondue. (It is of course possible to take either the fondue or chicken without playing this stomach churning game.)

B. Gravity of Luck. There is a special wheel lottery set on a table decorated with rabbits. In fact there are a lot of rabbits congregating here and would love a few carrots. Anyone is free to spin the wheel one time per round to determine what kind of special "gravity" effect they receive. Each time the wheel is spun, a ball will drop and the color will indicate the type. A gold ball will cause them to lose all sense of gravity, their bodies starting to float away and although they can fly and float around, they'll need help being tethered down. White balls allow them to jump higher, small mushrooms appearing at their feet so others can follow. A black ball will cause them to be stuck in place, even fall flat all the way to the ground and need help standing up. Those imbued with the power of the different balls can help balance each other out until the effect wears off in half an hour.

C. Ox Go-Kart. For those who really want some speed and action, there are ox driven carts stationed by various streets. Two people can partner up with one driving and the other serving to help try to slow the other cart down. In this race, all non-lethal, non-destructive abilities are allowed to try and disrupt the other racer. Perhaps utilizing dreamotion based abilities may fare better. Just beware of other obstacles, especially any random crying dodos that create giant pools of tears as water hazards.

D. Tiger Fishing. There are special colorful ponds filled with sparkly gummy koi fish. At each one there is a little round tiger(?) with a pair of tiger mittens. In the same vein of fish scooping games, players must wear the tiger mittens and catch the gummy fish with them. It won't be easy as the gummy fish are even more slippery than normal. Perhaps some other skills could be used...but the little tiger will be watching and will latch onto anyone's heads who try to cheat. But if caught, they will make for a delectable treat—or interesting pet.

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We survived another day and we should make the most of it!

[ It is fortunate that they're both alive. That must count for something!

Maybe for now it's fine if they just eat so he can stop thinking about things like guilt and his strange disposition. Nier nods and holds up another kebab eagerly. ]

Let's eat!

[ He's so hungry and the food looks appetizing. Sharing a feast with Kainé is nice and it might be one of the more normal things they've done together. ]

I'll do my best to manage when the time comes. That's all we really can do.

[ Nier might act tough but even he gets afraid of things once in a while. Kainé is something else though.

She can already sleep in the dark and not be bothered by it so much. Nier would never say it out loud because it's embarrassing since he thinks it's incredible that Kainé has so much fortitude and resilience. ]

How do you see when it's so dark? Are you using magic?

[ no. ]

You spend just long enough selecting your breakfast that it starts to feel like all there is, but in the end you always remember that any escape is temporary and the boredom is eternal.

[ That idea sucks and they may both be lingering a little bit to long on it, but that's okay. It's an interesting thing to turn over in your head as they watch the 'fish'. ]

What do you believe in, if not luck?

I understand where you're coming from, but wouldn't that also mean if this stick isn't a person that we're be doomed from the start?

[ Satan is very doubtful they could make an inanimate object speak. Granted, he doesn't think it's impossible in this place, just very, very unlikely. Plus, if they were successful, then they'd have a sentient stick on their hands, which means they would be responsible for its wellbeing.

And Satan is not going to be responsible for a stick he made "come to life," thank you very much. ]

Don't get me wrong. I'm willing to try, but I think our chance of success is abysmally low -- because if it is a person and we, perhaps, give it a mouth and it speaks... that means we've done it. But at what point do we figure we've done all we can and call it a day if we can't get it to speak?

[ A beat. ]

That's your plan. Practicing our magic here in the most benevolent yet efficient way possible, right?

Alright, I do concede you remember quite a bit of it.

[ You're like the Pied Piper...

Well, it's not the time to linger on this. Their tea and candy time is wrapped up soon enough and then it's time to sleep. Their bedrooms are not yet comfortable, but it's Day One and nothing else can really be expected. They have slept on worse during their training anyway.

McGillis regards the little tapirs with quite some suspicions before he manages to fall asleep. Eating nightmares, huh? His nightmares have been with him so long that they feel like a part of his being. But if they could really be soothed... it would be one way to have a fresh start in this life after life.

Lost in such thoughts, for the first time since dying, McGillis sinks into a deep slumber.

.... a few hours later, Gaelio might find himself woken up from his own sleep by the insistent sound of blood dripping from the ceiling. If he comes to check up on McGillis, his dream crystal is glowing and his dream can be entered.... Hm. ]

I think a mirror might be better suited for that.

[ The amused laughter he really hasn't been doing a very good job of keeping contained stops almost immediately after the insult. ]

What?

[ Okay. Look. He knows he looks ridiculous, thank you very much. The dumb horse ears? Even dumber horse tail that's long and floofy and just overall in the way? He's grateful that he doesn't have hooves for hands, but not too grateful because he doesn't want to speak such a thing into existence. ]

Who do you think you are talking to me like that?

[ As if he wasn't laughing at Jiang in the first place. ]

People who insult me like that tend to end up with the skin peeled clean off their bones. I might still consider it, even if we're in a dream world. Tch. It's no wonder you got slapped with a dog sticker. Maybe if you'd be more polite.

[ It was such a silly insult! There's absolutely no reason he should be this livid over it, especially because he kind of started it. But he is livid, and he doesn't have it in him to let it roll right off his back like he should. Living embodiment of the emotion of Wrath itself indeed. ]

[ gaelio slept earlier than mcgillis did, and had no problems falling asleep after such an exhausting day. everything is new, and he had devoted a lot of time being social and exploring their new surroundings as much as he can. he's tired, and he lays curled up in his bed sleeping soundly. all this, despite the fact that their beds aren't the most comfortable yet and he will certainly whine and wake up with aches and pains in the morning.

but he gets woken up at some time in the evening - something was wrong. he can smell it in the air and it makes him gag. it's the sharp tang of blood, intense in a way gaelio has never known blood in his life.

he and mcgillis don't sleep next to each other anymore as they were kids, which makes it easier and difficult in some ways, and now was one of those times that he feels he ought to have been beside him.

he'll consider what that means for him later. in any case, gaelio puts on his robe and gets out of his bed in a hurry to check on mcgillis in fear -

- only to trip on something on the floor. ]

What -

[ - he trips over galahad.

galahad seems to be doing fine, if a bit perturbed at the blood on the floor. gaelio tries to keep down his nausea. he hates the smell, he hates how it reeks. ]

- Mcgillis? [ he calls out, apprehensive. he heads out of his room, where the second tapir standing guard outside is agitated. gaelio was torn between setting down galahad and leaving him on the floor to take the tapir in his arms, but then he doesn't like the idea of galahad skittering around in blood either, so he takes both of them in his arms. he's really not qualified for this at all.

... this is a dream, though, right? he was worried about how this will play out with mcgillis' dreams, and now it's here. he tries to swallow his nausea and stop himself from puking as he moves towards the edge of his dream. ]

[ No... no, he gets it. He is genuinely sorry and he didn't mean for it to turn out this way!! Truly! He thought it would be a fun game. He didn't come here to kill humans with spiciness!! ]

"A bit." Wow, you must have a tongue of steel.

[ Satan is impressed, both with Ren's ability to handle such spiciness and also to chug down that much water in one go. Still... ]

But isn't it a bad idea to drink water to alleviate the spiciness in your mouth? It brings relief at first, but just coats your mouth with whatever it's called--capsaicin?--and makes the burning sensation worse.

I think.

[ Hopefully the water works for Ren. He will not be held responsible for killing a human by accident. ]

Perhaps there are...friendly ones but I have yet to hear about it. But is it so surprising our worlds are different?

[Dude your sun doesn't set that's already a red flag.]

[* There is a metaphor to be found in there. For their situation. For many things. There is no freedom to be found for them and there is no solution to their despair. Giving into that thought, allowing that to overtake them... that is the way to well and truly fade into nothing.

Despite everything, that's still not an outcome they desire.]

Fate. Luck implies a greater level of freedom than I think is realistic. We all have our roles to play.

...

[Yeah, okay, she'll bite. This is a bit like hanging out with Claude, so this development isn't at all a surprise.]

Hold that thought.

[There's a bit of discarded piping that can serve as a crowbar, so she wanders off a few paces to go and grab it. As she returns, she gives him a long, inspecting once-over and decides that she's going to have to be the muscle here.]

Whatever is in here had better be worth the effort.

[And with that, she gets to wedging the crate open. Luckily, the hold of the nails and wood are weak due to neglect, and she gets the top off easily.]

[It's not often that Hilda allows herself to feel vulnerable like this, and if she had her way she wouldn't be. Stupid snake thing. Why couldn't she be a fearless snake that didn't spook so easily?

And then Balthus boops her nose again, as if to add insult to injury.]

Stooooooop. [Her voice comes out as a whine, and she swats his hands away before pulling herself to her feet.]

You have to be nice to girls when they're scared like that!

[Hilda has her suspicions as to whether or not he actually read what he's talking about, but she's still impressed with him. Her eyebrows raise slightly as she smiles and tilts her head a bit at him.]

Since when did you become so well-informed?

[Sorry, she didn't mean for that to come out so backhanded.]

We'll have to make sure and find you somewhere that has lots of space then. No more one-room living for you.

I see. Except for one thing: what's rap?

[Hilda's from a fantasy medieval setting. "Rapping" is not a thing that happens there.]

Your group sounds a bit like the Ashen Wolves, where I'm from. Although I think their leader and brains are the same person, so it's not a perfect comparison.

But you and Baltie? You have a lot in common. [It's mostly a compliment. For all of her complaints about her friend, she does like him quite a bit.]

And yeah, this place is really weird sometimes. Were you here for the 'oops, you're a pumpkin now' thing?

A pleasure to meet you, Yaotome Gaku-san.

[ Terrible. If Gentaro suspects anything, he's not letting it show. ]

Oh? Perhaps I will. I must warn you that once you read what I write, you may find yourself cursed. It is a terrible affliction--those who read my work run the risk of becoming hopelessly obsessed.

[Record scratch in his brain hold up hold up hold up...

...
...
..........how the fuck does he explain rap??

The gears are turning...]

Rap's a kinda music... but it's kinda like talking, too? Like... you rap the lyrics to the beat. And there's a lotta stuff to it, like freestyle and rap battles... I could show it easier than talk about it.

[He stretches his hands above his head, loosening up a bit more after crouching for so long.]

You're cuter and nicer than any of the ladies I know back home... Sorry they turned you into a pumpkin here though. Man, I just gave up and kicked back and waited til somebody bailed me out, once I got the idea. Nothin' in it for me to not be one then.

[ ... Oh dear.

Gentaro considers him for a while. ]

... Well, it was all a joke. Fortunately, there is no war with tyrannical rabbits back home.

[ It's almost tempting to keep the ruse going, but Gentaro ultimately decides to have mercy on the poor guy. ]

No, it is far more entertaining to watch you.

[ And Gentaro... reaches out to pat his head. ]

Could it be that you are unspeakably happy to see me? Oh, I may swoon, Dice....

Well yeah! Going to far away places in other lands was only possible in my world by using risky magic.

[ nier had heard there were many downsides to using powerful magic of that nature so he avoided the subject altogether. ]

I only know what I've seen but there's always something unexpected or new when it's like this. There must have been one or two things that surprise you, Eustace!

[ Rude, honestly. Hans is on his list. ... That's probably a joke. Really, he's mostly just annoyed that he's allowing Gentaro to wallow on the ground. How horribly unrefined. ]

I certainly have. And now I wish to find a way to get myself out of this situation.

Before I help instigate your demise, mind telling me your name? I can write it on your tombstone.

[He has a very annoying smirk on his face.]

[ Tenn turns with reproach on his tongue, only to come up short. It takes a moment to focus on her? his? face under the kaleidoscope of hair, and then his confusion only increases at the porcelain-like complexion. And when Tenn puts aside the general discomfort of having his new tail handled, he realizes those hands are cool and hard, but supple and not jointed like a doll’s.

Suffice to say, Diamond gets to enjoy a few seconds of uninterrupted cuddles while Tenn struggles to find the words to address this. Encountering new creatures in fairy tales usually calls for tact. ]

... Please be careful. [He tries for an explanation that is absent of the term ‘pain’, but if they have a sense of ‘soft’, then he can name something close enough.] It’s uncomfortable if you tug it.

[ Marui isn't oblivious to the fact only he has the option of taking off a sopping wet shirt if it's making him cold. And it definitely sucks for Leia that she's stuck in her equally sopping wet garments. But keeping his own shirt on didn't make hers any warmer or drier. It just made him cold with her, and suffering together needlessly for no good reason was not any healthy person's idea of camaraderie. ]

OK, let's try it. You tell me where you want me, and I'll follow. [ That was only fair, after all. She'd been a sport about his idea; she deserved a chance to try her own. ]

[* Chara's eyes grow wide, their pupils flashing a pitch black. They give their best slasher smile at the little dragon and reach their other hand up and place it on his head.]

Why bother? I'm sure we can simply tear his head off and find another of these lizards to help us. And if there's any cinnamon in his body we'll just extract it from his carcass.

[* They start gently twisting it back and forth. Better fess up quickly, dragon...]

[He's a little surprised by this development. Granted, it's not like he had a lot of friends outside the other Foretellers, and he wasn't about to worry his Union with his problems. He's grateful, and the mist lessens slightly from it.]

Thank you, then. Though, I should introduce myself.

I am Ira.

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