♥ September Intro Mingle Log

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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]

[Congratulations, Noctis, that’s legitimately the best thing he’s seen in two thousand years.]

Oh—that’s quite the charming thing, I used to whistle for mine as well. Wearing one might have made it a bit easier.

[carbungle]

[Your bar is obscenely low, dude.]

I guess they just like the sound of it.

[He gives the whistle a little blow, mostly out of habit, and then hastily tucks it back into his shirt, slightly embarrassed at having done something that transparently... silly. No chocobo comes, of course, but he hadn't expected one anyway.]

[scourgingstars]

[it was a very bad two thousand years]

Perhaps so. [Ardyn almost smiled at that, a general look of 'less miserable' seeming like the best he could do at the moment.] Are there not any here?

[carbungle]

[It's such a weird contrast to the smirk of Ardyn: Izunia Edition. He's not sure if this is a thing he can get used to.]

Doubt it. I haven't seen any, and this place barely has any animals at all. If they exist here they're locked behind some research-and-preservation walls.

[That's what the robots have said when asked, anyway.]

[scourgingstars]

That's a terrible shame. Then again, if people are to keep appearing here like this, perhaps eventually animals may yet follow suit.

[he would hug a chocobo long before a person at this point]

[carbungle]

Maybe, but I hope not. They'd hate being stuck in a city all the time.

[He loves and misses his birb, but he wouldn't want her to be trapped and miserable, either. She's too much of a free spirit for that.]

[scourgingstars]

...A fair enough point. Perhaps that was just my own wishful thinking for a moment.

[carbungle]

Not like wishful thinking's gonna make it happen, so it doesn't matter. [Still, it would suck for them.] ...Maybe a chick would be okay.

[scourgingstars]

That mightn't be so terrible. Truthfully, I would just like to see one again, even briefly.

[carbungle]

...Definitely got loads of photos of them.

[It's probably half of Prompto's camera storage.]

[scourgingstars]

And that's, ah...how do those work again? I know it's something to do with a camera, but I don't...quite know what that is.

[carbungle]

Oh, geez. Hang on, I think these things work the same way.

[He drapes his jacket over an arm and pulls out his communicator device, poking through the options for a moment before shifting over and holding it out over the both of them, pointing up at the screen. He's not too close, but y'know. Slightly in personal space.]

Look there.

[And whether Ardyn looks or not, after a second or so he snaps a photo.

....Gods did he just take a selfie with Ardyn. This is the strangest place ever.]

[scourgingstars]

Oh-

[Well if that’s not apparently fascinating , then.]

Really, such a thing is so easily done? How astonishing.

[carbungle]

It's pretty common in Lucis these days. Or it was, anyway.

[He backs off, tucking the tablet away awkwardly. Insomnia isn't going to be producing any of their high tech the same way they used to, that's for sure.]

[scourgingstars]

...Hard to believe, truthfully. I know there are advancements I've the barest idea of, but I can scarce reconcile the idea with the capital I once knew.

[carbungle]

I can't imagine it being anything less, so I guess we're even there.

[He holds his jacket out and gives it a shake. Probably a lost cause... he'll need to find someplace sunny to let it dry in. Going out into the rain again will just make it worse.]

[scourgingstars]

A fair enough point. Still, of the two of us I suspect I would be the one further out of his depth.

[carbungle]

What, you want a contest of who's having the worst time?

[They're all equals when soggy and soaked, here.]

[scourgingstars]

Hardly, just...rather trying to cope with the situation, nothing more.

[carbungle]

...Whatever.

[Maybe he's being unfair, but he's not sure it's possible for him to separate the man of the past from the man of the future- not yet, if ever. It's too wrapped up in what he knows and has been told.

Regardless, it won't do anyone any favours if he's needlessly aggressive about it, so after a long moment he huffs a breath and shrugs.]

You met the king yet?

[scourgingstars]

I have. He was...rather insistent I take up residence with him for the time being, though given his guard's clear apprehension I have difficulty thinking such a thing will last long.

[your uncle's living with your dad, noct. rip.]

[carbungle]

[Yeah the incredulousness in his expression upon hearing that is... substantial.]

You're living with him?

[He can definitely imagine Cor being piiiiissed. Poor guy.]

[scourgingstars]

Believe me, I'm certain reservations are harbored on all sides except apparently His Majesty's. I have yet to determine if it should be compassion, foolishness, or both on his part.

...That, or an elaborate lie in which he's going to stick a very ineffective knife in my back to try and be rid of me. But that's a distant third possibility.

[Ardyn, please.]

[carbungle]

[Noctis narrows his eyes at that.]

That's something a Niff would do. We're not like that.

[His dad isn't the one who breaks peace treaties- he just sees it coming ahead of time, apparently. Hopefully he'll see it coming this time, if Ardyn's the one lying.]

[scourgingstars]

[Flatly:] You'll have to forgive my apprehension, when the last of our bloodline I interacted with before this blatantly murdered me.

...But that said, the situation's preferable to going back to deal with Verstael. That much is abundantly clear.