ARISE

[wooliefrand]

Who: Everyone
Where: The Pasture
When: Day 1, WAKE UP

[WAKEY WAKEY PEOPLE!! Wow, no matter who you are, you feel like you're starting to wake up from a really bad trip! At least the ambience is really peaceful and the grass you're laying in is dewey and sweet smelling? Really, this doesn't seem all that bad.

...at least it wouldn't, if you weren't also probably surrounded by strangers. Characters will find themselves sitting with 5-6 other people; and all but one of you have color coded collars with bells on them. Try as you might, you can't remove them. One member of your group however, will wake up clutching a tall shepherd's staff, with a team colored bell attached to it. There's an innate feeling they should hold on to it.

Maybe you will immediately try to introduce yourself! But, you might find that difficult, as you can't remember your name. Some may have forgotten even more than that. Whoops! Also curiously, if you had any powers prior to coming here? You can't seem to use them at the moment. All your belongings aside from whatever you were last wearing also seem to be missing.

Well. This is a mess. But hey, maybe.............all the dozens and dozens of miniature sheep just STARING at you might be able to help. In particular, a small pink sheep and black ram waddle up, looking a bit alarmed.

And they start talking.]

THIS, THIS IS SO MANY PEOPLE. THIS IS TOO MANY??? I HECKED UP, I HECKED UP--!

Baahaha! It's fiiiine, we just have toss one, right? Shouldn't be too hard.

[And suddenly, you're all struck with a brief bout of silence as they continue to chatter. Well! Maybe listen very carefully to what they have to say.]

[OOC: All supernatural/magic/special abilities (including sheep powers) are sealed until characters go to their respective barns and activate them! If you try to enter a barn that isn't yours right now, your character will be immediately crippled by a massive migraine. Go to your own barn!

DECISIONS will be due no later than Friday May 5th at 9PM EST. Blossom and Stormy will take the answer from each team's Shepherd HERE. Whatever happens will depend on what team ends up chosen!

Otherwise characters are now loose to do whatever! Ping me in discord or on plurk if characters wander into the mist or if you want an npc encounter in the forest! GO FORTH YOU'RE ALL FREE NOW. You can also use this post as a mingle.

Decisions| Introduction | Talk to Sheep | BARNS: DAFFODIL, BLUEBELL, LILY, ROSE, THISTLE, CLOVER]

Comments

[antichthonia]

[patting his clothes absently]

Where's my knife . . .

[survivaltricks]

[looks at purple bell, then at purple collar. purple?? flock?? . . . group? what was the pink sheep even saying]

"Missing," I'd assume.

[very helpful]

[antichthonia]

[VISIBLY RESTRAINS HIMSELF FROM BEING MORE SARCASTIC] Thanks. I've put that much together.

So we're in the same group, it looks like?

[survivaltricks]

[VERY IMPRESSIVE]

Iiiii think so. . . for whatever that's worth.

[gives his staff a little shake to purposefully jingle the bell]

[antichthonia]

And you're the only one I see with that staff, so I guess that makes you the boss.

[survivaltricks]

[. . .]

[SWEATS. IS THAT WHAT THIS MEANS??]

. . . I think my first action as "boss"- [the air quotes are audible] -- should be to ask you how you feel about possibly being a blood sacrifice??

[literal_trainwreck]

Tch. My things were taken as well.

[antichthonia]

Kidnapped and robbed in the same day . . . seems excessive.

[literal_trainwreck]

With a blood sacrifice as icing on the cake.

[pauses to look him up and down]

How well can you fight without that knife?

[antichthonia]

Well enough.

[literal_trainwreck]

I see. Ideally it won't come to that. Our fearless leader is the charismatic type.

[finalbows]

_{[ tugging insistently at his own red bell-- ]}

If you find it, share.

[antichthonia]

Not a chance, sorry. That's my knife.

[finalbows]

One cut. One little tiny cut, I ask you. Look at this, it's just ribbon!

[antichthonia]

Fine, fine.

Just have to get it back first. Which I'm not hopeful of.

[finalbows]

You never know. Maybe a sheep stole it before you woke up. Maybe it's nestled between one of these lovely, endless clumps of grass, just waiting for some unlucky soul to trip and accidentally make that blood sacrifice for us.

[adorabrawler]

[ with a huff: ]

Mine's gone too.

[antichthonia]

[squints a bit. you're like twelve]

Complete travesty.

[adorabrawler]

[ don't worry about it ]

Maybe there's a spare one lying around. There's gotta be, right?

[antichthonia]

[he's worrying]

We can only hope.

[adorabrawler]

Or scissors, or something. Trying to tear it off is no good.

[shortforever]

[That makes him think of something and he pats down the pockets of his pants.]

Ah. Heck.

[He doesn't sound too put out by the loss of what he was looking for though.]

[antichthonia]

Heck indeed.

[shortforever]

I guess calling for backup's out of the question now too.

[He has never needed backup in his life. Ever.]

[antichthonia]

I can't really see it working out, no.