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Storybrook Island, a land of magic and nature, but also a bustling little village, a simple place where everyone knows one another. Kindness and happiness and peace are the norm. In fact, the island history has never detailed a tragedy of any sort. Even death seems to be comfortable. The inhabitants are satisfied and content with their lives at Storybrook Island, the epitome of the simple, country-and-island life. The island is perfect. Breezes flirt with the people, caressing them softly, kissing their cheeks. The sun never makes the land too
hot, gently laying its warming rays on the land, like a comforting hug. Even the water is kind, knowing exactly where to stop at high-tide, and where to rest at low-tide, creating smooth waves and being a wonderful temperature for a swim any time of the day.
Tired? Take a day to visit the many relaxing areas around the island, where you can meet new friends and take simple pleasure in life and nature. Hungry? Take a stop at one of the many restaurants, bakeries, devouring delicious foods and delicacies, while immersing into the culture of the area, and enjoying the always beautiful vistas of the island. Looking for excitement? Head over to the caves, or get lost in the woods! Maybe try surfing on the beach? Storybrook Island was a paradise, and the people loved it. And they had the Harvest King and Harvest Goddess to thank, for they were the reason the Island was so beautiful. They were the source of its magical and pristine atmosphere. All of the villagers, the townies, would thank them, and celebrate and worship them, and in return the Island remained such a fantastic and whimsical yet simple place.
Or so it used to be.
Recently, most of the inhabitants have moved away from the Island, transitioning to urban cities. The allure of simplicity has lost its potency, and the island has suffered from it. Nowadays, there are only a small, single handful of citizens, who now reside on a less-than-stellar island, as the Harvest King and Harvest Goddess disappeared when most of the population left. Some say they were rebuked by the citizens who left, cursing the two away from the island. Others say that the two turned evil, or compelled by some evil, to stop providing such blessings to the island. Still others even say that they disappeared because no one believed in them anymore. Regardless, now Storybrook Island is no longer a Fairy Tale; it's only depressing now. Sometimes, between trying to live day-to-day and sustain themselves, the people still come together to experience a fraction of the joy that used to permeate throughout the environment, but there attempts at the good life are beginning to die off. They need new people, who can face the Island's problems unfazed, and restore it. Or perhaps someone who will change the Island for good, and urbanize it. Then, maybe people would return with the joy of before! Either way, they need a new writer of the Island's story, as the current story is getting old. They need a new story for home, or the story will end for good.
Before the actual fun begins, I want to lay down some ground rules. This is the IC thread, where the actual roleplaying will be happening. Do not post, if your character has not been accepted. Now, I'm going to address time and post style. First, time will be dictated by me. We will not be using time, in the traditional sense (3:00am, 5:23pm, etc.). Instead, I will use 4 times of day (Morning, Noon, Evening, Night), and the Harvest Moon days. This is so that we are not caught up in the technicalities of having to deal with precise time, but it's structured enough so that each character is not in a different time of day. I will use the following format to indicate what time of day it is.
(TIME), (SEASON, DAY)
Here is an example:
Evening, Winter 15
Now, concerning post style, you do not need to follow my format. The only required portion of your post is the actual in-character roleplaying. Anything else is superfluous.
A parting word: Remember the rules, and have fun~! Now, let the roleplaying begin!
Noon, Spring 2
Tony Edward Maslow
Noon, Spring 2nd
The day was crisp and cool, with a soft wind dancing around the air. The sun wasn’t too hot, as it was spring, but it was warm. Almost magically, the wind did compliment the faint heat. The atmosphere had a thick tension, an anticipation. Something was different that day, and it was clearly felt throughout the island. The water was calmer. The animals buzzed with excitement, talking about some big news. The island was expecting a big change soon. A glimmer of the former magic of the land came to visit this special day. That day was the day Tony had been waiting since he first began getting word out about the island! No, it wasn’t his birthday. No, it wasn’t any festival either. The difference? The anticipation? The buzz? It was something bigger. It had to be something bigger. Something that was grander. Tony knew what day it was. He could not contain himself. 'Today my efforts of attracting new attention are finally coming to fruition! Today a new story begins!' Tony feverishly thought to himself.
That day a certain passenger boat was supposed to be arriving at the island. One with new people who could possibly help restore the island. They could perhaps finally fix the island, and have it return to the former glory that had been such a fairytale. Yes, it was a long-awaited for event, which most of the townspeople had been informed of as well. For Tony, the last month had been grueling and too long. He had been checking the dock every afternoon, hoping that perhaps the boat would arrive earlier than he was informed that is would get to the island He would stare at the horizon for about an hour each day, crossing his fingers in hope. He would pray silently to the Harvest King and Harvest Goddess, who he wasn't even sure were there to listen. For the many days that they did not appear, he would solemnly return to the day’s work, not letting the disappointment affect him but wanting for the next day to arrive hastily, so that he could try again. However, that day the boat did appear. First, it was a faint, white gleam in the horizon. Tony first thought that it was a reflection from the water, but he was fortunately prove wrong, for the gleam became a dot, a dot that grew larger and larger, with more detail observable each time. It was the ship!
Tony waited excitedly at the Storybrook docks. He gaze was fixed upon a small, white ship in the distance. The steel passenger boat was docking here to drop off some of the new visitors and soon-to-be residents. Tony was unbearably excited, his visage brimming with joy, his mouth widely stretched into an amicable smile. If he weren’t so put-together and composed, he would be fidgeting immensely. He did anxiously change his posture and fix his appearance, as he impatiently waited for the flat board that allowed people to get of the boat and into their new home. Then finally, for what Tony thought was too long, the board was slid off the boat and onto the dock. Tony was now beaming uncontrollably. This was an early Stocking Day for him.
Others were with him too, and they all had their own interpretations of the event. Most saw it as a positive thing, but not everyone did. They all had different levels of expectations, but Tony’s was one of the most expressed. Although some were as expressive as Tony, maybe even more or less than him. Regardless, this was an island-wide event and most were here at the docks with Tony to welcome the people on-board. There was even talk that Tony was planning on declaring a festival on that day to celebrate this wonderful event.
As the first new villagers began to leave the boat and step onto the dock, with their luggage and baggage, Tony shouted jubilantly and opened his arms wide in triumph and acceptance. “Welcome to Storybrook Island! I hope your ride here was satisfactory,” Tony greeted kindly, waving at the arrivals.
It was after he heard his own voice that he worried if his joy would be weird to the travelers, and maybe turn them off. Now that the original surge of excitement had passed, he was nervous and worried, along with joyful too. Mentally, he encouraged himself with positivity. He would do his best to make their first days pleasing, so to persuade them to begin their new lives here. Almost immediately, Tony would rush over to help the passengers.
"Does anyone need assistance with their luggage?"
Marcus Wilson Jefferson
Noon, Spring 2nd
Marcus stood alongside with some of the other townspeople, awaiting for the ship to dock. He had given himself the day-off to help celebrate the arrival of Storybrook’s New Hope, and was dressed more fashionably than if he was working. He wanted to give the newcomers a good impression; he didn’t want them to think he was a dirty man, as they would if he was in his more casual, working clothes, because he wasn’t. Marcus really expected to make some new friends, among the newcomers.
He smiled simply. Marcus was not as excited as his mayor, but joyful and optimistic for the future of the island. His visage was content. A type of satisfaction that he had not felt in a long while. He smirked for a second. ‘Today is a good day,’ Marcus thought to himself, crossing his arms in a comfortable, introspective way. He now waited for the passengers to get off, as the ship had docked. Marcus bent forward a bit, craning his neck, to see the people.
The arrivals began to come onto the dock, and Tony welcomed them all enthusiastically. Marcus couldn’t help but chuckle, at the pure energy that the mayor was exhibiting, He rubbed the back of his neck, from mild embarrassment. I mean, what other kind of mayor was like their’s? Regardless, Marcus enjoyed Tony. He was probably a better mayor than most others. He had been able to do so much with the unspectacular condition of the island. He had done very well, making the best with the little that he had been given. Marcus felt a swell of pride in Tony for a second, hopeful that in Tony’s hands, the island would improve again. Island pride began to take place, and Marcus became a bit more excited, as the mayor began to help the arrivals with their things. Marcus began to do the same.
He began to waltz over to the passengers, sturdy in step and slow in space. Once he got closer to the little crowd, he rose his voice a bit and asked, “Can I help any of ‘ya with anything?” Marcus intended for his voice to be friendly, but
Marcus analyzed the new faces as he waited for a response. They looked like nice people. Marcus was looking forward to getting to know them. Hopefully, their looks were not false indicators, and the people were as nice as they looked. Marcus understood if some of them were apprehensive, as they had only just arrived. He was sure some felt awkward, but someone had to help Tony break the ice.