♥ September Intro Mingle Log

[hugtopiamods]

September Intro Mingle Log
Welcome to Hugtopia, and to the city of Havenwell. This mingle is meant for new arrivals to get settled and meet the other inhabitants. New characters should be the only top-levels but everyone should feel free to tag around and make new friends. Who knows, you may find that Perfect Hug in here. You can use the prompts here, or create a wildcard of your own.

ICly, this takes place from the 2nd to the 16th and then we'll have a shiny new event post up for you all soon after that date range. The prompts below are optional, but are a way to get you started if you wish. To help you create your own prompts, please take a look through our Settings and FAQ. Click on each prompt's title to see the text. If you have any questions, feel free to direct them to the FAQ or to the Mod Question thread below.

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❥ PROMPT I: Awakening

When you awaken, you're in the last outfit you remember wearing, three of your belongings laid nearby or your animal friend curled up by you, waking as you do. It's not the most comfortable place to sleep, a stone slab, but once you're awake, a humanoid-looking robot comes in and explains you're in Havenwell and leads you out of the room and into the main portion of the temple where a welcoming committee of similarly humanoid-looking robots hand over a clear smartphone-sized tablet, some starting funds, and explain their dilemma. Then they release you into Havenwell to pick your new home from free housing in the city and give you the chance to settle. It might be a bit disorienting, but thankfully there seem to be a lot of robots and even some non-robots around. Maybe ask them for help?

❥ PROMPT II: Buddy System

With all the changes going on, it might be hard to be a new arrival to Havenwell. The natives understand! Sort of. When some new arrivals begin to appear at the temples, receive the welcome speech, get their communicators and the simple map of the city, they get taken to the front of the temple by a helpful robotic priest. Rather than turn the newcomers loose right away, they pull someone seemingly at random off the street and push the two people together with a cheerful, "Here's your guide to Havenwell! It's dangerous to go alone, so be buddies!" before going back inside.

They try to place a new arrival with one of those who previously arrived, but who can keep track of all that, right? Characters may find themselves thrown together with an actual veteran or with another new arrival who only came here a day or even just an hour before them! Good luck helping each other out, offworlders, and don't lose your buddy!

❥ PROMPT III: Weather Wildcard

Havenwell's weather is generally so well controlled, with beautiful blue skies and temperate climes that it's hard to remember that there's a whole world out there that might not be so nice. Every so often, however, the controls break and something not so nice and temperate comes through. Pockets of unpleasant weather happens all over the city at random intervals and new arrivals might find themselves and others caught without warning. Is that a snowstorm with green snow? Sure is. A windstorm that only seems to affect three streets? Yup. Did a deluge of rain just pour the equivalent of an Olympic sized swimming pool of water on you? Uh-huh, sure did. A deep cold fog that suddenly rolls in and blankets your entire area? Yeeaaah... hopefully there's someone around to help you get about and find shelter or just dry off and get away from it all. Good luck, offworlder.

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Comments

[scourgingstars]

And how, pray tell, might you know of any of that?

[unsunderworld]

It's as obvious to my kind as the color of your hair.

[He might rather ask how other people fail to notice all that, or would if he wasn't terribly used to it.]

[scourgingstars]

[Ardyn practically bristled at that, taking a small step backwards as though the comparison was somehow touching a nerve.]

And what of it?

[unsunderworld]

[Hands up, placating gesture. In the back of his mind, this all gets noted, but for the moment, smile. Reassure.]

It makes you interesting. I prefer the company of interesting people to boring ones. That's all.

[scourgingstars]

What a coincidence, for I prefer no company whatsoever.

[unsunderworld]

Hurt that deeply, are you?

[scourgingstars]

[jesus lucian christ himself is prepared to throw hands with you right now, emet]

It's none of your concern.

[unsunderworld]

[WE'RE IN CHURCH, JESUS.]

Just a guess, from your bit of cynical advice.

But if you seek to avoid those who would offer help and show concern, you may be in the wrong temple.

[scourgingstars]

I sought to speak with the god to which I have apparently been assigned. I wished nothing to do with their followers.

[unsunderworld]

By all accounts, a god of kindness, philanthropy, and empathetic understanding.

It's worth knowing what you've gotten yourself into, even if you want nothing to do with it.

["Worth knowing" probably explains enough about where Emet-Selch belongs.]

[scourgingstars]

Spectacular.

[he hates this]

[unsunderworld]

No doubt the faithful to be all manner of doers of good deeds.

[So what does that say about the man in front of him? Enough, certainly.]

Lest you wonder, it's not my place. It seems their god of knowledge staked a more appropriate claim.

[scourgingstars]

Then whyever are you here, instead?

[unsunderworld]

Oh, I was investigating the temple architecture.

[scourgingstars]

And you chose to then annoy me about my magic.

[unsunderworld]

[Dramatic, hand pressed to his heart, Emet-Selch leans back as if struck.]

Why, I haven't said a word about it except in response to your own questioning!

[scourgingstars]

Then it should scarce be a problem for you to leave me alone.

[unsunderworld]

One more question and then I shall - might I have your name?

[scourgingstars]

[Better to give that much, Ardyn decided, then to leave him to come up with an epithet of his own. Gods only knew what would happen to the next person to call him ‘Adagium’ in all seriousness.]

...Ardyn. Ardyn Lucis Caelum.

[unsunderworld]

[How rude. You'd get a pet name, obviously.]

A pleasure. I am known to most as Emet-Selch.

[He stands, brushing off his legs as though there was anything there.]

I hope your prayers grant you some measure of peace.