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INTRO LOG
Who: Everyone
What: First intro log ever. Welcome to Tortuga!
When: Upon characters' arrivals.
Where: Tortuga: The jungle, the town, the docks, the beach.
Warnings: It's Tortuga. There are prostitutes and pirates and a bunch of losers from somewhere else entirely. If something needs to be warned for, let me know and I'll edit it in.
ARRIVAL: When you come to, you're surrounded by tropical forest that's thick enough to make the whole clearing look like late afternoon, though it's impossible to tell what time of day it is in reality. There are the sounds of strange animals and birds from every direction, and to one side the land starts sloping steeply upward. No matter how you try, there's no way to scale it: You'll slide back down, or those with the powers of flight will find themselves tethered to the earth. In fact, the longer you stand in this clearing, the more you feel the pull to turn from that steep slope and walk in the other direction. Which is wise; this jungle is full of things that would probably like to eat you.
TORTUGA: While Tortuga usually believes in the addage "there's no such thing as a free lunch", after an assortment of strange-looking characters start emerging from the jungle, looking like a disoriented group of greenhorns, some enterprising soul is staking his livelihood on you newcomers to either have something good to trade or remember that he did you a good turn down the road after you stumbled out of the jungle. He shoos the locals and pirates away, but near the edge of town closest to the jungle where you emerge you'll find a nice set up with food and booze, if you want it. Seriously, there's no catch. Just remember him when you come back into port again, will you?
Elsewhere, there are plenty of employment opportunities, if you're already thinking that far ahead. Taverns are looking for wenches and cooks, those with carpenter experience are welcome to try down at the docks with the shipwrights, the brothels are, of course, always hiring, and there are no limits to the crews looking for more members. You'll see them, especially, hanging around outside of taverns, dressed in their fanciest getups, boasting about how much money they've pulled in on their last haul, how well they eat, and aren't they dressed so nicely? The captain's inside, go on in and put your name on the articles.
As for lodgings and other assorted things, they're around, but you'll need coin to actually obtain anything. If you've found a job, you'll probably get paid at day (or night's) end, so you're set. Otherwise, the beach is a good place to have a little camping trip, even among all the pirate camps set up. You might even make some friends down there, but check your back for the knife in it come morning. If neither of those suit your fancy, maybe someone who arrived with you and is doing better in the luck department is feeling generous and will let you share theirs. It never hurts to ask around, after all.
There are ships that come and go at all hours, and that's always viable, too. If you have found yourself enough money for passage, some might take you on as a passenger, but since this is a pirate port, the majority are going to expect you to work for it, because you will, after all, be using resources like food. It's good on the job training, with the added bonus of the threat of the different European navies patrolling the waters looking to bag themselves some pirates. Think of it as an adventure.
And of course, there are the big questions of why and how. Why are you here? How are you suddenly in a different time and place? And for God's sake, why are you in a freaking pirate port? While you guys are going to stick out like a group of waddling ducklings if you stick together, here it might be the best plan of action, to see if anyone knows what's going on.
NETWORK: Or you can post a callout on the network inpyratacodex, if you'd rather not meet and greet. That, maybe, is a good way to get everyone's attention all at once, once you figure out how the mirrors work.
What: First intro log ever. Welcome to Tortuga!
When: Upon characters' arrivals.
Where: Tortuga: The jungle, the town, the docks, the beach.
Warnings: It's Tortuga. There are prostitutes and pirates and a bunch of losers from somewhere else entirely. If something needs to be warned for, let me know and I'll edit it in.
ARRIVAL: When you come to, you're surrounded by tropical forest that's thick enough to make the whole clearing look like late afternoon, though it's impossible to tell what time of day it is in reality. There are the sounds of strange animals and birds from every direction, and to one side the land starts sloping steeply upward. No matter how you try, there's no way to scale it: You'll slide back down, or those with the powers of flight will find themselves tethered to the earth. In fact, the longer you stand in this clearing, the more you feel the pull to turn from that steep slope and walk in the other direction. Which is wise; this jungle is full of things that would probably like to eat you.
TORTUGA: While Tortuga usually believes in the addage "there's no such thing as a free lunch", after an assortment of strange-looking characters start emerging from the jungle, looking like a disoriented group of greenhorns, some enterprising soul is staking his livelihood on you newcomers to either have something good to trade or remember that he did you a good turn down the road after you stumbled out of the jungle. He shoos the locals and pirates away, but near the edge of town closest to the jungle where you emerge you'll find a nice set up with food and booze, if you want it. Seriously, there's no catch. Just remember him when you come back into port again, will you?
Elsewhere, there are plenty of employment opportunities, if you're already thinking that far ahead. Taverns are looking for wenches and cooks, those with carpenter experience are welcome to try down at the docks with the shipwrights, the brothels are, of course, always hiring, and there are no limits to the crews looking for more members. You'll see them, especially, hanging around outside of taverns, dressed in their fanciest getups, boasting about how much money they've pulled in on their last haul, how well they eat, and aren't they dressed so nicely? The captain's inside, go on in and put your name on the articles.
As for lodgings and other assorted things, they're around, but you'll need coin to actually obtain anything. If you've found a job, you'll probably get paid at day (or night's) end, so you're set. Otherwise, the beach is a good place to have a little camping trip, even among all the pirate camps set up. You might even make some friends down there, but check your back for the knife in it come morning. If neither of those suit your fancy, maybe someone who arrived with you and is doing better in the luck department is feeling generous and will let you share theirs. It never hurts to ask around, after all.
There are ships that come and go at all hours, and that's always viable, too. If you have found yourself enough money for passage, some might take you on as a passenger, but since this is a pirate port, the majority are going to expect you to work for it, because you will, after all, be using resources like food. It's good on the job training, with the added bonus of the threat of the different European navies patrolling the waters looking to bag themselves some pirates. Think of it as an adventure.
And of course, there are the big questions of why and how. Why are you here? How are you suddenly in a different time and place? And for God's sake, why are you in a freaking pirate port? While you guys are going to stick out like a group of waddling ducklings if you stick together, here it might be the best plan of action, to see if anyone knows what's going on.
NETWORK: Or you can post a callout on the network in
pyratacodex, if you'd rather not meet and greet. That, maybe, is a good way to get everyone's attention all at once, once you figure out how the mirrors work.
Elizabeth of York | the white princess | ota
There's few explanations for what exactly is going on, for where exactly the Queen of England is now. One could be that the fever has returned and she fell ill without realizing it. While it may be hard to believe, there were few other explanations of her waking in a jungle so shortly after her coronation. Unless she had been kidnapped- but who could manage such a feat when she was guarded so carefully today more than any other? Regardless of how she arrived here, it wouldn't do to treat it as though it were a trivial matter.
Lizzie grabbed her crown from next to herself and stood up slowly, carefully. Placing it back atop her head, she pursed her lips and let out a slow breath as she glanced around. There was no climbing that incline, even if she had been in appropriate garment to do so. Therefore, she had no choice but to make her way down slope, skirts gathered up in one hand just enough to keep from tripping. She had no way of protecting herself- so she had find her way out of the wild, as it were, as soon as she could.
Maybe she'd be lucky enough to find an escort on her way down while she was at it.
b. - is for bar. tortuga bound
Whether or not she's found the escort down and out of the jungle, Lizzie does find her way into town. For the gentleman that has set up food and drink for the wandering masses, she offered her earrings. "It's not much," she explained softly. But if she could help, she wanted to. In exchange, she accepted some of the food and alcohol and found a clear spot to sit and eat. She wouldn't oppose company, she'd even offer up some food from her own plate, but she wouldn't go searching it out.
After having her fill of food (of what little she could stomach on such uncertainty, and roasting in the heat as she was), Lizzie made her way into town- the same cold, careful expression on her face as she looked around. There were eyes on her, she was certain of it, but she was the Queen- that was to be expected. Still, growing tired of the uncertainty, she paused just past the market and looked around to get a better sense of where she was.
The choice to duck into the nearest tavern to do just that, however, may not be the best choice for the once Queen of England.