Consider this post our ribbon cutting ceremony, NEVER RPG is officially open!! Feel free to start flooding the dash with memes and threads! Remember to tag all open starters with #nrpgstart. This mini plot drop is a way to set the tone; however, you’re welcome to do interactions in the past before these events would be taking place.
The Beginning of the End to a Harsh Winter
Nothing is so dangerous in Neverland as when the soft muds harden, the greenery wilts away into nothingness, and the crystal waters surrounding our island turn frigid and inky black. Pan is volatile, exploding at imagined slights or disappearing altogether. Wildlife becomes confused, changing their behavioral patterns and becoming more predatory as a panic for survival sets in; so too do the more sentient inhabitants of Neverland. While the pirates and Lost Boys call a temporary and unofficial truce, keeping to themselves to conserve their own resources — the mer- and small- folk turn feral. No one is ever certain for how long a Neverland Winter will endure.
This particular Winter is the first several of the Lost Boys and a few aboard the Jolly Roger have ever experienced. Some have already been claimed by frostbite, some to malnutrition due to the scarcity of food. Lucky for the survivors, it seems that the ice is finally beginning to crack and melt away, soon to reveal the luscious paradise anew.
This Winter began about a week before Peter Pan departed suddenly for the Other Place. Only two inhabitants, Tinker Bell and Alana, had any clues about his motives. For more than twelve sleeps he’d been gone and once he’d finally returned he wasn’t alone. One might imagine that with Pan’s return, Wendy in tow, the island would have melted back into a paradise at once. But it was not so. Typically, it would have gone exactly thus. However, it’s been three nights since Wendy and Peter’s return and yet the cold is still trying to cling the island. Winter is giving over to Spring ever gradually, the weather’s hold on the island’s inhabitants slow to loosen its grip.
