WEEKEND ZERO: MINGLE

[saturations]

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 chroma! While characters have access to the locations available, they do not have access to anything else including their home items. Please note that characters do not know what their primary color or complementary colors are as of yet, and IC profiles are not in-play at this time.

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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[georeject]

[






clarte gently follows?]

Excuse me, sir... I don't mean to be a bother, but are you looking for someone?

[vedrskogul]

[ His immediate first wish is to groan out loud that he's being followed, gods be good. But everything's alright. He'll hold it in. Barely, given the way he talks that follows next. ]

Nobody.

[ Giving Clarte a look up and down... looks fairly hyur, aside from the, uh... wings. ]

What place or star are you from?

[georeject]

[clarte does not seem bothered by the attitude.]

If you say so...

[they will let the matter drop, but. anyway, they seem to be pondering their answer to that question, as though it's not exactly a simple one.]

The moon, I suppose?

[vedrskogul]

[ Choices. He just stares at Clarte for an even longer time given the response of the GODS-DAMNED MOON, and the aura that comes across from him may best be described as a 'oh fine, another one, may as well' sort. ]

You don't have rabbit ears...

[ This seems contradictory to what he was told. ]

[georeject]

[









well]

Um... should I?

[vedrskogul]

That's. [ Pause, like he's taken aback by this. Good point, Clarte. He's never been on the moon so how should he know anything.

How about a subject change? ]

...What are you? The closest thing to a winged race I've seen is the Ixal and it's not even on their backs. Adding that they look more birdman than hyur.

[georeject]

[... estinien just asked a very complicated question, so clarte's just. trying to figure out how to answer the spirit of it without confusing this poor man.]

The race has only ever been called the winged people. Not very creative, but simple enough.

I'm not familiar with the Ixal or hyur, though.

[vedrskogul]

[ Of course you're not... another alien civilisation or whatnot, all he's heard being on the moon are the Loporrits and one giant shade of a man and also the Embodiment of Darkness, Grand Opposition to their world's central goddess, but why not a mysterious winged race of angelic people? Why not.

Thinking about it is only going to give him a headache. ]

Right... points for simplicity, then.

[ Good job. ]

Suppose you wouldn't if you're on the moon...

[georeject]

[WHY IS YOUR MOON SO COMPLICATED]

Well, I've been to one planet other than the moon, but I'm really only familiar with the Zerberiya continent. I wouldn't know much about anywhere else.

[vedrskogul]

[ You can fish on the moon. Nothing else is more important. ]

You've lost me. [ If it wasn't fairly obvious already. ] I suppose you haven't heard of Eorzea.

[georeject]

[you know what, that is very important]

I'm afraid not. I only know of the Zerberiya continent to the west and the central continent of Miglance.

[vedrskogul]

...Being fairly well-traveled than most of my peers, all these names are still very foreign to me.

[ Though given the pretense that it's apparently parts of the moon, he wouldn't know shit. ]

...

Are you alive?

[ Sorry for the weird questions, he just. There's a lot going on. ]

[georeject]

[honestly it's a fair question.]

I was just resurrected, so I would hope I am. [anyway] Do you think this is the afterlife? It doesn't look like the Purgatory I visited once, but I think that doesn't mean much right now.

[vedrskogul]

Suppose it may be a form of it, though unpleasant if so -- and furthermore, I don't understand why I still have a conscience if I'm dead.

[ ...He briefly has a grim expression on his face and a scowl.

That is, unless we're shades speaking to shades... ]

[georeject]

Hm... well, do you recall dying recently?

[vedrskogul]

. . .

[ Just staring at him like. ]

Suppose we're all on the brink of a worldly decimation.

[georeject]

I've heard that one before... Are you speaking hypothetically or practically?

[vedrskogul]

?

[ It can be hypothetical?! ]

..Literally, with meteors falling from the sky and monstrosities abound.

[ I GUESS. ]

Suppose it doesn't sound familiar to you, either.

[georeject]

Not the kind of potential doomsday I know of, no. And I wasn't aware of any that was soon impending...

[vedrskogul]

Then whatever end you met, it's not the same kind facing us now.

[ Which is... fine, he supposes... but now he's even more lost. ]

You're not some sort of guide, are you?

[georeject]

Guide? If I am, I certainly don't know it.

[vedrskogul]

[ With every turned question, he's just getting more tired and it shows. ]

Then I suppose you're just as lost as I am.

[ Foregone conclusion but it's not like he puts that much thought into the words he says. ]

[georeject]

So it seems. It's too bad neither of us has answers... but being lost together isn't so bad either, at least.

[vedrskogul]

Isn't it worse if more people are lost?

[ BEING ALONE SUCKS BUT OBJECTIVELY SPEAKING? ]

[georeject]

Well, it'd be nice if someone knew something... but at least it can offer a sense of camaraderie?