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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quatre raberba winner.
[ the classes over in CERES academy don't teach alien biology 101. he isn't sure how doctors would treat reflexive impulse like this, anyways. probably shoot him up with enough tranquilizers to stun a live elephant where it stood. ]
You too? Maybe it's not as uncommon as it should be —
[ but quatre's guess is as good a indicator as any, since makoto arbitrarily crumples after a particularly heavy swing, nearly smacking his head against the trunk and plausible sending his companion down in the process. ]
I guess it tired me out just now? I can't move a muscle. I ... might need some help getting back up, though. Sorry.
sorry for the delay on this, life killed me out of the blue 8(
He loses his footing a little in the process, and the other boy is definitely bigger than him, but he's a gundam pilot. He's got this.]
Mm! Not a problem. [He hopes. He'll start with getting himself up and reaching down to get a good hold on Makoto.] It's probably not good to be this exhausted in a strange place either. We should find something that'll do for shelter. [Before Makoto gets eaten.]
np, np!! feel free to pick up/drop any of our threads at your leisure
[ thanks for saving him from a potential concussion there. he'd pretty much be a goner, otherwise, six feet of good intentions and splintered focus.
unconsciously exerting most of his weight on quatre wasn't his intention, but it's hard to keep track of his feet with his attention span on the slow wane, already receding from the immediate environment. he shakes his head in a halfhearted attempt to suffuse concentration into his staggering tread, one hand palmed heavily against his head. ]
Sorry, I can't seem to get my thoughts straight. I just need to close my eyes for a bit.
[ the path's clear enough, though, which is nothing but a godsend in a place where the animal and plant life have a sworn vengeance against anything that so much as moves.
with any luck, they'll find a way to shelter before makoto straight-up keels over and loses consciousness, which becomes more and more probably with every passing minute. ]
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[Because while Quatre can offer support, so long as Makoto is moving, the laws of physics aren't going to bend quite enough to let five foot one on a tall day Quatre carry or haul him around.
So he's looking about as they move -- trying to keep a steady pace without moving too fast -- for something that'll do. And maybe luck will hold out, because Quatre sees what looks like a fairly defensible clearing, flanked by rocks to one end, something to shield them from at least one corner. It'll have to do. Maybe he can get a fire lit too.] Over there. Come on, let's get you to sitting. Then you can rest.
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[ good thing quatre's the responsible type. makoto would've succumbed on his own a while ago, giving into the fatalism of a universe that didn't give two shits about the swimming anime boy, only to be saved with a mecha pilot who deserved a better lot. it's like his a subliminal message for good samaritans everywhere.
but even if he lacks the expedience of quick reflex, he falls into his companion's pace just long enough to drop (or slump, depending on the context), the moment his feet scrabble over the clearing. ]
Thanks. I'm really sorry for the trouble it's causing you.
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[The blond laughs with a brief shake of his head, teasing just a little. But really, this is nothing. His friends back home are much more troublesome really. Nothing's blown up yet, so it's a quiet day.
Quatre will help him through the slump, make sure he doesn't slump head first into a rock.]
It's fine. All of this is strange, but the most important thing is getting your strength back. There's no telling how long we're going to be stuck out here.
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[ But even Makoto can't disguise his partially deprecating, partially grateful smile when he's lowered without the risk of concussing his head on a particularly sharp rock. Lashes at half-mast, Makoto laughs, chuckles issuing from his mouth. ]
I'll just close my eyes for a bit, so — ... thanks for your help. It's nice seeing a familiar face out here.