realmofstories | Character Introduction Log: May 2020

Intro Log: May 2020—

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¶ I. Adjusting to a New Life. Even after being told by the Storyteller about everything, there's still a lot to learn. There's also the satchel and journal to investigate, and figuring out where they live. The Index itself is a large, vast city inhabited by a large variety of characters from numerous stories. Because of this, there is no uniform style to the city. One street could look like a normal street plucked out of a Victorian, English fairy tale and then the very next is made of candy. It makes for an interesting mishmash of cultures that somehow manages to get along. Most of the time, at least.

A. Brushing Up on the Lore. Perhaps a trip to the Grand Library to read up on the essence's stories wouldn't be such a bad idea. It might help give the Aspect some ideas as to what they can do. But you know, it would be their luck to have a large tome dedicated to their stories way high up on a top shelf. And the ladder is rusty. Might need some help.
B. Magic Journals. For those of the modern era, needing to write is going to be an interesting exercise. But after reading the instructions, maybe they want to reach out, see who else is out there. Or troll people with dumb doodles.
C. Watch What You're Doing! Testing out a new spell or weapon? Great! Just be mindful of the surroundings—this is all new and no one has thought to create a special training area for everyone (yet). And while most of the locals are happy and hopeful about their potential heroes, broken windows or almost burning one of them won't go over too well.
D. House Hunting. Among the items found in the satchel is a set of keys. These keys will magically lead their new owner to the house they will be living in for as long as they are in the Realm of Stories. The home will be styled to fit the essence and the location will also be fitting of that essence. It could be within the main city of the Index, outside of town, underwater, in the air—anywhere! Now if only the keys didn't take their own through...interesting, winding routes. Like through a random bakery or down someone's chimney. Who knows, maybe they will want to come back and visit the stores for clothing and other housewares.

¶ II. Rabbit Season, Duck Season. There are two new cafes that have opened up: Hare de Lune Teahouse and Bistro de Saison de Canards. The Hare's owners hail from the Book of Kaguya and wish to spread the joy of eating their local treats with the bonus of having a cute, fluffy rabbit as a dining companion. Canards, however, are more local and are competing against them with their own special delicacies focused on duck and eggs. A fierce competition is brewing between the two, and hair and feathers may end up flying before the day's out.

A. Hare de Lune Teahouse. The inside of Hare de Lune's is brightly colored (almost a bit too bright and chaotic), but the perfectly brewed teas and beautifully crafted wagashi served are surprisingly elegant, adding a note of serenity to the riotous surroundings. … At least at first. After eating certain cakes or drinking certain teas, patrons will suddenly find themselves either suddenly growing or shrinking in size. The effects only last at most ten minutes, but it's still a bizarre change that sends many in a panic. Could the Canards across the street have sabotaged their food!?
B. A Hareful of Trouble. Not only that, but even the cafe's rabbits are acting strangely. While most are still docile and enjoy a nice warm lap, others are acting rambunctious and are attacking cafe patrons. It gets worse when a few nibble on a few of the size-changing cakes. If they grow in size, they become a more dangerous threat while those that shrink make it harder to find. The owners don't want the rabbits to be harmed, however, so great care is needed to try and catch or calm them down! Perhaps a big carrot will help? Or figure out which size-changing food will reverse the effect—and hopefully not make it worse.
C. We Ducked Up. Bistro de Saison de Canards has gone all out to be as fancy as possible in every way. Duck-shaped flower arrangements and topiaries, ice sculpture ducks enchanted to "swim" in the center of the tables and quack pleasantly, linen napkins folded like swans, menus inexplicably also folded into a duck shape (good luck trying to re-fold them), and very pretentiously named dishes which… might have concerning amounts of duck eggs and rabbit meat in them. To help attract customers, they are hiring volunteers to be their mascot who must wear a special costume and try to draw anyone who is heading towards Hare de Lune to their side instead. Unfortunately, sometimes the mascots are a bit too zealous, and one even tries to steal a rabbit! Perhaps it's someone working for Hare trying to sabotage Canards? Whether trying to have a meal, roped into being a mascot, or a witness to the ridiculous actions, it's a chaotic mess. (Was that a small flock of ducks that just waddled out onto the street with a chef chasing after them?)

¶ III. Untitled Swan Princess. It's a lovely morning in the Index… unless you happen to be the latest princess cursed by a rogue sorcerer. Unfortunately, this particular magic user was under the impression that swans are lovely, serene birds and make complacent captives. He was proven very, very wrong very quickly. Now the princess-turned-bird has a lot of anger to unleash, and quite a few acts of chaos on her to-do list.

A. Write Your Story. Apparently either the princess or her new bird brain has quite the case of kleptomania. Everyone wandering the streets today will want to keep a close eye on their valuables: lunches, keys, potion supplies, even journals and quills! As a result, some might find themselves on the receiving end of squiggly, angry beak-writing from strangers, or chasing after the thief while dodging bubble traps or ice slicks from potions dropping out of a snatched satchel!
B. Hot Fuzz Sundae. Somehow, the swan has managed to orchestrate a massive accident involving broken barrels of caramel sauce, a teddy bear parade, and a cart full of down pillows. Thankfully for anyone caught in the crossfire, the caramel is room-temperature, but now the whole intersection is covered in a sticky, fuzzy, feathery mess! Are you a passerby, a volunteer for the clean-up crew, or a stunned victim? And more importantly, is that caramel making you stick to something (or someone) else?
C. Wild Goose Chase. Finally, after hours of chaos, reports come in of the swan storming the Grand Library, stealing artifacts from the four Drafts the Aspects have restored thus far: a Jack-o-Lantern from A Hollow Christmas Carol, a bamboo sword from The Legend of Princess Kaguya, a pearl necklace from The Little Mermaid, and a rose-decorated dragon egg from A Midsummer Rose. It's up to the Aspects to stop the swan before she leaves the Library with the relics, but it won't be easy. The swan has planted rotten egg bombs all over the place, some even ready to fall on the unsuspecting. They do not smell until cracked open and are camouflaged to match their surroundings, especially the carpeting. Then there are some that are large and tick ominously once someone is within range, counting down until they explode. Either get those eggs out before they explode or somehow neutralize them, or the Grand Library will really be a mess for months to come.

¶ IV. Of Tea Leaves and Dragons. Somewhere outside the index is a newly opened nursery farm focused on raising tea dragons — special little dragons that produce leaves on various points on their bodies. Teas brewed from their leaves will reflect the temperament of these dragons, and although friendly special care must be taken for them. As they are a new addition to the Index, both the dragons and their caretakers are still learning to adjust and thus need a little extra help. These are the mains types of dragons and their teas at the nursery:

Rooibos. Active, curious dragons who tend to get into trouble. Drinking Rooibos tea will lead one to being unable to sleep or sit still.
Earl Grey. Easygoing and protective dragons, they are the largest of the group. Drinking this will lead the person wanting to be around those they care for, making sure nothing bad happens to them.
Hibiscus. Although calmer, they are willing to try new things and socialize with others. Drinking this tea will make one want to explore new places and or become more talkative about what they discover.
Ginseng. Very sensitive, these dragons can read the emotions of others and are loyal. The tea will help strengthen bonds between relationships as well as have an odd side effect of allowing one to read each other's thoughts.
Chamomile. The smallest of the dragons, they love to take long naps and just laze about, not really caring about what's going on around them. Similarly drinking their tea will make the drinker more apathetic and prone to sleep more often.

A. How to Bribe Your Tea Dragons. The dragon tea leaves are ripe for "plucking," and while the process is painless for the young dragons, they can still be a little ornery about it. After all, no one likes being manhandled by a stranger. One has to earn their trust, and fortunately it's not too difficult. As they are young, playing with them will go a long way in forming that needed bond. Tossing balls for either a game of catch or fetch, playing chase (the flyers are cheaters), hide and seek (they love hiding in bushes), and other similar games. Another good way is to offer them their favorite treats; fruits, veggies, and specially cooked biscuits are all part of a balanced diet, and will add some delicious notes to the final tea.
B. Harvesting Tea Leaves. Once settled in, the dragons will allow their leaves to be plucked and harvested. The process is really more like "grooming" the dragons, using special brushes to gather the loose leaves before hand plucking those that remain. First a special oil is applied to loosen the leaves and then a rake-like brush is used. It's a simple enough process, but the real problem comes from the dragons. While one person could possibly harvest a dragon on their own, they get so comfortable and cuddly while grooming that more often than not they end up pinning the holder's arms or keep butting their heads against the brushing hand which can hinder gathering the loose leaves. A second person is usually needed to either help distract the dragon or to collect the leaves.
C. Taste Testing. At the end of the day, everyone is welcome to try a taste of the finished tea. They all have different effects, and everyone can carry a small sample home with them.

¶ V. Wildcard. Make up your own prompt! Especially in regards to the festival, anything can really happen.

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

Brushing Up on the Lore.

[Shepard likes to think — well he knows, rather, that he's an adaptable sort. There's nothing he doesn't think he can get used to and there's few things that throw him anymore. That being said, all of this is maybe just the tiniest bit...much.

The library seemed as good as any place to start to really get his bearings. It's frustrating that he can't just scan for the information he wants and the one book he's actually looking for is up high, but what are you gonna do?

Used to calling on his biotics for obstacles of this nature, Shepard raises his arm towards the book just out of reach intending to use them to lift it. What happens instead is a shadowy tendril creeps from underneath a nearby table and grabs at the book, yanking it down from the shelf and into his hands.

His brow arches.]

Uhh, okay.

A Hareful of Trouble

[As always, he was literally just walking by minding his own business, trying to find the most normal cafe where he could get a simple cup of coffee. One stop inside told him this wasn't the place, and he had been ready to about face and leave when the rabbits start growing. Growing. What is this bullshit, honestly? He hasn't been here long and he's already sick of it.

At the moment he's facing off against two giant rabbits that barely fit into the store anymore, looking about as done with this as he can be while store owners yell for the safe retrieval of their hares.]

Should have kept your eyes on them if you didn't want them to end up as rabbit's feet.

[Ugh, this would be easier if he were facing thugs and mercs he could shoot in the goddamn heads.]

Hot Fuzz Sundae

[Shepard's used to getting caught in the crossfire, but this is ridiculous. How can caramel be this sticky?]

Alright, now I'm definitely pissed off.

[Doubly pissed off if he's stuck to someone.]

Wildcard

I'm too braindead to make more than three prompts so please feel free to make shit up or request a custom starter! HMU at

nicknacked for any plotting!

( continued from here! )

[ There's something intensely satisfying about watching the troll hurry away from the booth in frustration and fear. Felix doesn't bother to suppress his smirk, his fox-like tail flicking happily as the stranger-turned-potential-ally goes to retrieve the bag. ]

Well, I'll call that a win.

[ His smirk slides into something more like a smile as he adds, ]

I'm Felix.

[ Code names. Locus, that absent son of a bitch, should be proud. ]

Didn't even have to break a leg.

[He's already glancing inside the bag of coin, completely unused to this physical currency and it shows. God, he misses credit chits. Either way, he empties half the bag into his own pouch before closing it and lightly tossing it to Felix with the remainder for his part in this brilliant reverse shakedown.]

Shepard.

[No code names for him. That would be too subtle.]

[ Felix catches the pouch deftly, noting that it's a decent weight. Not that he can tell how much is in there from that alone. All this gold and silver nonsense is like something from the dark ages. He, too, misses the convenience of credits.

His smile widens at the mention of breaking a leg, and he laughs lightly. ]

It's always nice to get some cooperation, isn't it? [ He tucks the bag away in his pouch. ] You new around here?

[Well, there was someone likely equally if not more pissed off if the sound of growling was anything to go by, along with those long furry ears at the sides of his head pinned against his skull and just. Even with the mask could just imagine the scowl hidden under it.

So much caramel in his hair and fur and all over his jacket-]

This is why I don't come to town often.

[Or just sticks to the roof tops.

Goddammit.]

[Shepard already wasn't expecting to get caught in an explosion of caramel, but he definitely wasn't expecting to get stuck to something furry and fuzzy in the process. Can't say he envies the guy — shit's going to take weeks to get out.

He tries to pry himself off the growling fuzz-man, but to no avail, so he sighs in frustration.]

You make this bullshit sound like a common occurrence.

[If this is normal then Shepard wants a goddamn refund.]

Common enough.

[And by tat tone? Far, far too common for his liking. Even as he tried to give a pull away himself that only ended in some far more irritated growling just under his breath. Pretty easy to tell he was regretting whatever choice ad him coming in today.

There was still a huff-]

Pulling is going to make this worse- you got problem with river water?

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