Event: A Prelude

[trainmasters]

Who: Everyone!
When: Day 8, evening
Where: around

[It's a beautiful evening in the jungle tonight. It's warmer than usual, and some new plants have appeared, black vines that climb up the trees near the Aurora, opening hundreds of tiny white flowers that glow in the darkness. They let of a sweet smell that's soothing like a chamomile tea, and are filled with a dew that, if consumed, leaves characters feeling relaxed and just a little more likely to act on positive impulses.

However, the vines of this plant aren't so harmless. When broken they drip a milky white substance which irritates the skin, leaving red welts that burn and last anywhere from an hour to a full day, depending on how long the substance is in contact. Eating this won't kill you but it'll give you really intense heartburn and nausea for a few hours.

Additionally, if you're walking around in the nearby jungle, you might trip over one of the small cracks that have appeared in the forest floor. Mostly they're not visible underneath the grass and underbrush, but the bigger ones have caused a slight unevenness in the ground that can catch careless toes. There doesn't seem to be any particular pattern or origin to the cracks, nor do they have any other affect on their surroundings. They're just there, suddenly, in a roughly 100-foot radius from the train.

But there's plenty of reason to ignore these natural phenomenon, because there are some new teammates waking up in your carriages! In response to this new wave of arrivals, existing players will hear a cute jingling ringtone come from their Chain. Upon checking, the screen displays... a silly animation of balloons and confetti and the words "WELCOME NEW HEROES", which goes away on its own after a few seconds or when characters tap it. The same display is shown on the big screen in the lounge, in which trays full of colourful drinks have mysteriously appeared. The drinks taste like Kool-Aid and change some part of you the corresponding colour -- pink hair, blue skin, purple eyes, or maybe just a literal green thumb!]

[[OOC NOTE: Newbies can review the arrival scenario on the navigation page if necessary. The drinks in the lounge come in any colour you want, and cause colour shift in whatever and however large an area you want. It could just be a strand of hair or it could be your entire body, whatever you feel like playing with.]]

Comments

[bowtiedbones]

[yips]

Are you going to turn everything purple??

[ewestmarch]

Yes.

[Another sip. Nothing visible. She peeks under the neckline of her dress and grimaces.]

[bowtiedbones]

Maybe just— chug it??

[ewestmarch]

Mm.

[Chugging is so...undignified. But so is this whole situation.

She drinks the glass as fast as she can without spilling. Purple creeps up her neck.]

[bowtiedbones]

This is like watching a real life color filter...

[ewestmarch]

[She stops when she's all purple except for her dress, wipes her mouth on her sleeve.]

Mmph. Couldn't just have it be ears.

[bowtiedbones]

Ears were weird, but now it's more fashion! An aesthetic choice.

[ewestmarch]

[Serious nod.]

Yes. Yes it is. ...I hope it's not permanent.

[bowtiedbones]

Oh for sure! Pink and purple are cute now, but they're not professional looks.

[ewestmarch]

[Emilia laughs. It's kind of a scratchy noise.]

Not good to stand out in my profession, either.

[bowtiedbones]

Oh yeah, your necromancy is more secret?

[ewestmarch]

Mm. Yeah.

[and the organization she works for has been committing war crimes.]

How does yours work?

[bowtiedbones]

Necromancy still isn't exactly popular where I'm from, but my practice is legal and I'm accredited. I'm in university for it and I actively use it as a research tool.

I don't do anything with memory or with humans, though.

[ewestmarch]

Mage schools won't teach necromancy on Azeroth.

[Shakes head.]

Probably because it's almost always humans. Humans and horses are the easiest, it's rare to see someone study the anatomy of something else closely enough to raise it.

[Then, after a moment of consideration:] And rats. But they're mostly used to teach newbies.

[bowtiedbones]

Mage schools aren't really a thing for us... There's a few technical schools or departments that will focus on a practical branch, but necromancy is just so specialized. A lot of necromancers are purely theoretical, and then kind of like you said— the rest of us focus on whatever we've decided to study the anatomy of. I specialize in dragons, but my tutor is a veterinary pathologist.

[ewestmarch]

[Emilia's purple eyebrows shoot up.]

Your group raises wyrms, and that's legal.

[hasn't even considered that Eliza could be raising them alone. Emilia has never heard of a frostwyrm or magmawyrm being raised by less than thirty people working together.]

[bowtiedbones]

I don't really have a group, and wyrms at home are a species that I don't work with much, but sure, it's legal. There's paperwork to protect the fossils, but I have four familiars and they're all properly and legally mine.

[ewestmarch]

Wyrms are - what we call undead dragons, I guess. Would the living ones not kill you for owning the bones of their ancestors?

[Maybe there are none left alive.]

[bowtiedbones]

Oh. We don’t have any particular word for animated dragons. “Undead” isn’t really used professionally either... But I don’t think the dragons care? Bones are just bones to most animals. A live flowerdrake could be able to recognize my Lori as another kind of flowerdrake, but that’s going to be an individual interaction.

[ewestmarch]

That sounds like- mm. Our dragons aren't animals. They're smarter than most humanoid races and have been around a lot longer, too. Very much against reanimation. I don't blame them.

[Emilia adjusts her gloves again. The rot can't itch, her sense of touch is dead, but sometimes, psychosomatically ...]

[bowtiedbones]

We don't generally say reanimation either. Our worlds seem very different.

[ewestmarch]

What do you call it?

[bowtiedbones]

It's just animation. We're not "bringing back" the dead. The soul that inhabits the host is a new construct, not the old memories.

[ewestmarch]

[Emilia flinches.]

A new soul in the old body?

[bowtiedbones]

We can't restore the old soul. There's multiple reasons, but for my work, the souls have been dead too long. They're shredded, tattered, and there's undoubtably pieces missing. My Isildur died over 8000 years ago— even if some of his pieces came back to his body, I'm not going to try and make them remember themself.