It is a quiet day in mostly reconstructed Cerealia. The robots are busily running into walls that were not there before, the Cybuddy bees are buzzing...and CERES has still not said a word. Attempting to contact them still gets the User Offline error. Strange...
But who cares if CERES is offline? After all, they are the cruel and tyrannical captors. A Cerealia without them must be better than a Cerealia with them. So there's nothing to worry about on this fine, peaceful day. Or, at least, that's what it seems like, when suddenly there's a voice in everyone's head. A chosen few may recognize the voice, for they will have heard it before, but to the vast majority, it is brand new.
Looks like someone has been saved, and a reward granted... and no, you don't have a single choice in the matter.
 Your heroism will be remembered, lost and stolen souls.
You have saved me, and so now, I shall save you.
All of you.
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PHASE I [ day one ] It happens so quickly. One moment you’re in the colony, going about your daily life, and the next, you’re… floating. A moment later, every player character from the colony is transported with a wisp of fresh air to...somewhere very very different. The distance is far, but it is covered in what must have only been a scant moment, and it’s clear somehow, especially to air characters, that it was Caeli’s doing that brought everyone there.
There, naturally, being right in the middle of the jungle.
Everyone is then unceremoniously dropped. You may land on a tree, or in a patch of poison mushrooms (no really, look out for the colorful plant life, it’s probably poisonous) or in the river. There are some strange insects of all sorts and types, some of which have some uncomfortable side effects if you’re bitten, such as swelling or the uncomfortable urge to go hug the nearest person, and there are strange flowers everywhere, some of which glow only in the dark of night or the shade of trees. It is dreadfully humid, however, and a little hard to breathe--unless you’re of the air disposition.
Either way, you’ve certainly landed somewhere fantastical, so take some time to get used to your surroundings. It shouldn’t take too long to find everyone else, hopefully.
PHASE II [ day two ] Of course, this far into the jungle, and making this much noise, it was only inevitable before some company was attracted.
Some are clearly dangerous, some are peaceful as can be and some are somewhere in between; approach at your own risk.
Either way, these monsters are all drawn to larger groups of people and a lot of noise, so it may be best to keep quiet...though the ones that keep their distance may be even more concerning.
Everyone is certainly being stalked at one point or another in the jungle -- and at night, there are eyes watching from the darker parts of the trees.
PHASE III [ day three ] But perhaps if you follow some of those monsters deeper into the woods, you will stumble across an old, run down village of sorts. It looks as though time and the jungle has overtaken it. Exploring it will reveal plenty of homes that were clearly lived in however, by families and by people of all sorts.
There are empty rooms, covered in dust, and a central village fire, long gone out.
Small knick-knacks and various objects can be found… if you want to steal from the dead, you know. It’s a little rude. It appears they led a simple, peaceful life, however; most notably, there is no technology to be found.
And if The Bridge catches you doing it, she will look incredibly sad and ask you to put everything back in its proper place before she goes back to looking very irritated at Caeli. You may overhear words about how this “isn’t the right place” and Caeli’s unrepentant, “It is only a few hundred miles”. Looks like something went a little wrong in the transportation process.
Time to camp out for the night, perhaps. And your CereVices don’t get any reception out here, so no surfing the internet for you. If you try to connect to the internet, for some reason the device starts playing a song. Was that programmed…?
PHASE IV [ day four ] By the fourth day, it’s pretty clear that you’re going to be stuck here for a bit. Pestering Caeli or Maris gets nothing, while the Bridge still can’t be approached for pretty good reasons. So… you’ll just have to make the best of it while they figure out their next approach.
Time to figure out how to camp with few supplies and even fewer nice places to sleep. Maybe try to make a fire (though it’s incredibly difficult, considering how muggy it is here) or try to find some bugs to eat (ew gross).
Of course, you can try hunting, but the prey doesn’t look too friendly, so be careful not to become the prey yourself. The same goes for fishing, it seems.
Some of the trees are poisonous, some of the grasses will cause unfortunate rashes, and some vines will lash out to grab at people (especially colorful ones); basically, this is an entirely untamed alien jungle, so it may not be the fun camping trip you'd like.
Time to work together to survive out here, at least for a little longer.
It’s your time to shine. This is Person Versus Wild.
PHASE V [ day six ] On day six, the jungle goes utterly silent.
The monsters and animals disappear. The extra friends poof away hastily and suddenly. Maris and the Bridge fall silent (though Caeli admittedly continues floating there as ever). If anyone approaches them to ask, they'll just say that "she is coming".
And soon, she does appear. She moves slowly, lacking in feet; they are roots, as though that of a tree. Nonetheless, she has no troubles with moving forward, slow bit by bit. She does not speak, not at first, and behind her, trotting lightly through the woods, there is another. Both feel strongly of spiritual energy, just like Maris and Caeli. And eventually, after observing the people gathered, they can be spoken to.
BONUS [ day ??? ] After spending some time in the jungle, emotions might be running a bit amuck. And those emotions might bring some unexpected...friends. Yes, let's go with friends.
Because if a character is typically grumpy, gloomy, stoic, lineface, or anything along those lines, they may find themselves followed by a bright, happy bird. That bird feeds off of those emotions, and will just cheerfully follow around any lineface character for as long as possible. Or until they smile. The birds are otherwise harmless, chirping happily every now and then and following them around like a friendly shadow.
Happy, cheerful, bright-eyed and bushy-tailed, energetic characters, on the other hand, will soon find themselves followed by... a different friend. Or maybe a handful of them. It depends on how cheerful they are. Either way, these creatures feed off of happiness and fun, but they will also chew on hair or an ear if they're allowed to get that close, making horrifying, chittering noises as they follow anyone who is in a good mood.
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And, lo and behold, one of the things that might eat him has suddenly appeared. Seeing a big wolf march out of the brush is enough to make him catch his breath for a moment, but he recognizes it soon enough. Sighing, he clutches a hand to his chest. ]
-- It's just you. [ he had heard the howling earlier, and was heading towards it, once again hoping it would be Arles. Nope. Guillan again. Just his luck. ]
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Ha! Someone he knows. Sorry though, Zara, wolf king is in another castle. You got the booby prize. He laughs though at Zara's reaction.]
Did ya think I was somethin' coming to eat you? [Because that's hilarious and Zara is probably delicious, Guillan figures. But...] Well yer safe. I ain't gonna eat you or nothing.
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At the sort-of-threat-but-not-really, his expression stiffens a little, clearly unamused. ]
I did not. But I did think that something else may have been coming after me. We're hardly alone here, and I don't speak of the other refugees.
[ his ears are pretty keen, and he can hear all kinds of weird noises and footsteps out in the undergrowth. ]
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[...don't ask him why he's beaming at that, okay? He thinks it might be a fun challenge later. But here, let him help, Zara.]
You ain't gotta worry 'bout it though. You been nice enough, 'n the rookie says you were okay to him too. [Therfore, he will make sure you aren't eaten in the jungle by anyone who isn't him.
That's basically an honor. Be honored, Zara. Guillan will stand here and wait while you get yourself appropriately honored.]
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He's got bigger things to worry about than Guillan, even if Guillan is a pretty big wolf. The noble declaration to protect him is actually somewhat surprising; he cracks a half-smile, still rather nervous - though not about him. ]
Well... Thank you. [ He has his cane-sword with him, but he probably couldn't fight off a big dino-beast. The extra insurance is good to have. ] Did you just -- suddenly appear here, as well? I've never seen this place in my life.
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He lifts his chin at the 'thank you' quite pleased by it. ...for the record, Guillan thinks it would be fun to try to fight off a big dino-beast.]
's right. Whoever the hell did it dropped me in the river. [He growls this out, muttering.] Never seen it neither. Everything smells real weird.
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After a few more seconds of hesitation, Zara approaches him. ]
Probably another "miscalculation" by our captors, [ he replies in a dry tone of voice. ] Were you injured in the fall at all? I don't have my supplies with me, but I can do some basic first aid, if necessary.
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[He extra hates those jerks then. A low growl that would be more intimidating if he weren't also clearly sulking about the fact that someone can apparently just yank him from place to place without him even realizing it until it's too late, and he never even catches sight of sound or scent of them.
He's almost distracted enough by his grumping that he misses that offer. He doesn't miss it though, only the delay of a second or so before he's looking at Zara confused.] You offering to help me?
[That weird. Is it a trick? But well, he shakes his head.] ...I mean, I ain't hurt anyway! I landed in the water, and I can swim fine. [He's pretty sure there's a word he's supposed to use here. Hang on. He'll think of it.] Thanks, though. [THERE. That's the one.]
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Shaking the odd moment off, Zara nods, seeming a little perplexed at Guillan's confusion. Then again, he supposes the wolves aren't exactly used to getting helped by outsiders. ]
Good. [ a moment, then a half-smile, uncertain. ] And it's nothing. After all, you would have a hard time fighting those things off if you were injured.
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