World Log: Tundra Arrival

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Who: All characters in the city
What: The log for the city's arrivel on the ice planet
Where: All around the city
When: November 21st-November 30th
Warnings: None

You all get some warning to prepare, which is great. A little time to stock up on supplies, make sure everything's where it supposed to be, call your friends in from their fishing boats. And then the city moves. It happens in the blink of an eye - one moment you're on islands, surrounded by ocean, and the next? The next you're surrounded by frozen ground, the temperature has dropped significantly, and even the sky looks different. The air has a bite to it, that familiar feeling telling you it's thinking about snowing soon. Maybe not today, maybe not tomorrow, but someday soon.

The city has rearranged itself back into that old, familiar shape, instead of spread out across islands like it was a moment ago. Maybe that'll make things easier for you, maybe it won't, but it also means the return of the lake and river that used to bisect the city - only now they're frozen over. This climate also means it'll be hard for any plants not otherwise protected to survive - and that you, too, will start feeling that cold if you're away from a warm place for too long.

And warm places might be in short supply, because when the city moved the gods did not. What does that mean for you? Well, whatever supplies are in the shops at the moment the city moves are the only ones left. No new food supplies, no new clothing, nothing. In addition, the power across the whole city is out, including water and heating. Anything else powered or supplied by gods (the hot springs, the mopeds, what's left of the orchard, the armory, the GPS) will not work.

You're on your own. Try not to die.

► This log covers November 21st-30th.
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Comments

[fogsong]

[ Sharon gives a rough shake of her head. ]

My control isn't the best. [ She attempts to form the fire into a neat ball but it resists, licking her fingers and singeing the edges of her sweater. ] It's probably something I should work on but, I don't know, I kind of hate what I can do so...

[ A shrug. It's probably why she doesn't practice. ]

[knifecollecting]

[Jo might not have approved of it back home, but here... Well, she's learned. It's not always the bad thing she thought.]

Why do you hate it? It's part of what makes you you.

[fogsong]

Why wouldn't I hate something the world hates about me? [ She isn't defensive just sadly factual. ] I'm a demon or a witch or sin incarnate back home, all because of how I was born and what I was born into; it kind of ruins the whole fantasy of magical powers, you know?

[knifecollecting]

[Jo sighs quietly. She remembers what she saw when they bumped into each other a few weeks ago.

Hell, Jo might have believed it herself if they were in her world. Before.]

The world isn't always right. [Another sigh. It's not fair. Sharon deserves better.]

It's all bullshit. No one ever lets people do what they really want.

[fogsong]

[ The fire in Sharon's hand flickers out and she doesn't bother bringing it back, instead stuffing her hands into her pockets. ]

It's bullshit that's shaped and controlled my entire life before I got here. I don't hate what I can do as much as I used to—it gives me some advantages here—but there's still a part of me that always remembers that what I can do is the reason I'll never get to live a normal life. It's the reason I lost my parents.

[knifecollecting]

[Jo kind of understands. Not about the powers, but most everything else. A little.]

I'm sorry. [Hmm. She didn't mean to turn this sad.]

I think they'd be proud of you. You're pretty badass.

[fogsong]

[ Sharon can't always be sure if Rose and Chris would be proud of her—not after her merge with Alessa—but there are times she thinks they would be. Chris seemed proud when they'd parted.

The compliment surprises her though and she smiles awkwardly, surprised. ]

I, uh, badass? Really? I've always felt that lame was my category. [ Jo, on the other hand, she was by definition a badass; Sharon just pretended. ]

[knifecollecting]

[Jo laughs at that.]

Come on. You're way too young to already feel like you're lame. [Jo's just getting there.]

[fogsong]

You mean feeling spiritually eighty doesn't mean I actually am? [ Because she's had the whole lifetime of suffering thing to play with and she feels old af, old and lame. ]

[knifecollecting]

That excuse didn't work to get me behind a steering wheel early, so I'm pretty sure it doesn't work here.

[fogsong]

Eh, and it didn't let dad let me drink early, either, but it feels like it should work.

[knifecollecting]

Maybe it'll work one day if you keep using it.

[fogsong]

I guess I'll have to keep trying until it does.

[knifecollecting]

Let me know when that happens.