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[reparator]

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So okay, some things have changed in the colony. Things aren't as convenient as they once were. But you can get by! You've gone through worse, haven't you? ... H A V E N' T YOU...? But there is a pressure building. A whisper on the wind that bears down upon your very bones, and you hear it as though the speaker was dangerously close to you. "We are coming for our Bridge. You will give her to us. I have waited long enough. You should not have tested my patience."

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PHASE I [ 0730 ] You wake up, the echoes of that whisper in your ears -- but what had you heard? Had anyone said anything at all? Ah, well, not your problem, it's time to greet the day! ... Or throw your blanket back over your head, you lazy bum. No matter. Whenever you start your day, things are going to be a little... odd. Using the sink to brush your teeth or wash your face? You're going to get a strong blast of water that will probably be very painful if it goes up your nose. That nice hot shower will either turn uncomfortably hot, mood-ruiningly cold, or just plain refuse to shut off without a whole lot of struggle. Hope you brought your floaties in there with you! Or maybe just hope you have neighbors kind enough to hear your screams and come to your aid. PHASE II [ 1100 ] There is life outside your apartment! You can take a breath and enjoy the fresh air, and the... unfortunate arrival of hay fever, because there sure are a lot of flowers floating in the air towards you. Dandelions, daisies, the cute little pink ones that explode upon contact and cause bouts of hysterical laughter, uncontrollable sneezing -- or both, if you're that lucky soul. The Gardens aren't immune, either. Every plant with teeth (including the ones with soulful singing voices) will be craning to nibble your leg, and some of the braver plants will even try uprooting themselves to attack you. Good thing the majority can still barely reach your ankle and can be easily stepped on, and it doesn't exactly hurt to get a carnation to the face. PHASE III [ 1500 ] Okay. So maybe outside wasn't the best choice. Between bouts of almost-normalcy, there are increasingly worrying occurrences taking place all over the colony. An innocent step can lead a soul into a sudden rush of wind, where the voices of those you've failed in some manner are all screaming in your ears, crying out and asking why you didn't save them, why you didn't do enough, why you didn't let them cheat off your test-- Well, screw that guy. It's a bit hard to push past all that wind without help, though, so hopefully you've got a friend nearby to at least keep you from getting blown off your feet. But don't worry -- for those who managed to escape the Winds of Guilt-Tripping, the Will-o-wisps are here for you. They're just tiny little multicolored balls of flame that beckon you forward, promising you the truth, an adventure. They won't burn you if you touch them, but they will show you a most beautiful vision of your homeworld and all of your friends burning all around you. If you choose to follow them, they... ... lead you into the Pleasure District, where all of your friendly robot worker friends are happy to praise you for coming so boldly and confidently into their sensual clutches, clearly you really wanted to be a part of their sexy photoshoot, here's your thong!! The Will-o-wisp won't stick around, it's too pure for your sins. PHASE IV [ 1930 ] A fog seems to have spun out of nothing, and as the time passes, it only grows thicker and colder. It might not be a good time to be outside - unless you've flooded your apartment - but if you want to risk it like the foolhardy soul you may be... The ground itself is humming. It's a soft pulse at first, but as you try to make your way through the fog, it grows stronger and stronger, until the first of several very heavy, angry tree roots comes ripping through the ground. It's hard enough to see with the fog, but stay quick on your feet; the roots may not be lightning-fast, but they do hit hard, and there's an undeniable sense of fury coming from their single-minded aim to lash out. Try not to fight alone, they don't play nice, and it doesn't seem like they're willing to calm down anytime soon. Not until She arrives. BONUS [ why o'clock ] So the plant life hates you, and you shouldn't follow magical glowing balls of fire, but on the bright side -- bubbles! Lots of bubbles. Giant bubbles that have gently floated from the sky and... encompassed you. Aaaaaand floated away, taking you with them. It's fine, though. Hey, now you don't have to walk to your favorite haunt! You've got a great view from inside of a bubble! And it'll eventually let you go in the place you don't want it to, if someone doesn't pop it for you first. You wouldn't mind being dropped into a fountain, right? Or on top of that cute person who will totally understand you plummeting on them? Or on a roof? What thoughtful bubbles these are. [ Remember to apply proper warnings on threads with sensitive or inappropriate material and do let a mod know if your thread careens off into maiming or canoodling so we can lock the log. ]

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Welcome to Cerealia's October intro log! For your convenience, we have compiled the characters' arrival experience here, and should you have any questions, feel free to ask them here! You can also check the FAQ for more general inquiries. Should this event log hit Captcha, there is an all-purpose overflow here. Thank you!