the prism (
saturations) wrote in
chroma2022-01-24 03:50 pm
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WEEKEND ZERO: MINGLE
GREETINGS

Unnerving. That may be the best word to describe how the vibes feel as your sight begins to clear and you find yourself on the ground. The air is chilly, and you don't see anything that may represent the sun or the moon for a sense of time. You look around expecting to find some sort of buildings, wildlife, or anything of use, but your immediate line of vision only shows a sprawling monochrome landscape.
Are you feeling adventurous? As you get to your feet, you have the opportunity to wander further and begin assessing the situation. You'll quickly find that the only thing on your person are the clothes on your back. Traveling will eventually lead you to a few areas, though none of them appear very promising either.
Don't stray too far, however. While there are few hints of plant life (nothing nourishing, nothing satisfying), you won't find much else. There's no food or running water; resources seem scarce. The further you go, the more you begin to feel colder and weaker. Your eyes begin to play tricks on you, and everything ahead of you looks unfocused and even more gray than before. An imminent sense of danger hangs above you...you can't quite pinpoint why, but your gut instinct says there's something else out there just lying beyond your reach.
Perhaps you'll have luck another day. For now, it seems as though your only option is to make use of the areas you do have access to and try to settle in. But don't worry, you aren't alone. There's 35 other people just waiting to see what you'll do next.

Welcome to your weekend zero intro to
Things of note!
► You can find food (cotton candy, stale hot dog buns with no hot dogs, etc) in the carnival, but none of it is filling. It's monochrome, and you're hungry again five minutes later.
► There's water in the mansion but it's kind of grey.
► Seriously, it's cold.
► You arrive in your canon outfit. It is also monochrome, like someone drained the dye out of your clothes.
Stay tuned for more updates throughout the weekend, and happy settling!

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[ Good job, Estinien. Anyway, he offers a paw. ]
It may not assuage your doubts, but I am confident in not being an illusion.
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[ He's still frowning at Aymeric's hand. He's a bitch so he doesn't take it, but looks at his old friend in the face instead.
It's as... well, Aymeric as he remembers it, even if the bizarre monochrome contrast is jarring. ]
I'd expect you'd find it fair that I wouldn't easily trust you given that I seem to be in a very strange, unworldly place, with nobody else I recognise and no spear upon my back.
Say something only we both would know.
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I believe you’re the only one to know of my scruple when my late father bestowed unto me the Borel heirloom. ‘Twas summers ago.
You also prefer your omelette fluffy.
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But then he mentions the omelette thing and that's apparently what properly convinces him because he would never say that out loud and had, frankly, forgotten he'd told Aymeric that once up until this very moment. All those days of Aymeric pestering him for the omelettes paid off in this very moment, actually. ]
Fine, it seems you're real, though quite frankly, that may be worse right now. How did you get here?
[ Leaves him hanging still, because he's crossing his arms over his chest in his favourite default pose. ]
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Anyway, since his hand is out here, he gives a hefty pat to a non-pointy part of Estinien's shoulders. ]
I'd ask you the same. [ He doesn't know shit, man. ] Ere being summoned, I was discussing with the Warrior of Light and Lord Artoirel the state of matters. One wink and here I am.
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With the Warrior of Light? About what?
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Those matters aren't paramount while we're in this realm... But it would be a lie to say it isn't at the forefront of my mind. [ Crosses his arms. ] Let us speak elsewhere.
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[ Crossing his arms, at any rate. Alright, well -- there's plenty of places to choose from, since it certainly seems they've got a wide berth of monochrome places to go. ]
Your pick, then.
[ He'll shelve his thoughts for private conversation. ]