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number_2 ([personal profile] number_2) wrote in [community profile] come_sailaway2023-12-01 07:53 am

Welcome To The Village

Who: Everyone who was signed-up for the excursion
What: The Village December Excursion
When: Dec 1st - Dec 23rd
Where: The Village
Warnings: Involuntary capture and confinement including immobilization and restraints, violence, injury, maiming, possibility of death, torture, coercion, gaslighting, mind control, drugging, scientific experiments, and extremely inaccurate depictions of mental health facilities/hospitals, among other potentially triggering themes. Please mark all threads appropriately.




"Good morning, good morning, good morning!" A voice that sounds very similar to Friday's chirps over a loudspeaker outside your character's home. Yes, their home.

Overnight, all the passengers who signed up for this excursion have been transported to their very own personal cottages. They will awake in a bed that is familiar to them. While this home of theirs does not necessarily have to resemble the place they were born or raised, it will be a perfect replica of a place they truly thought of as their home, down to the most minute details.

The cottages are self-contained, the size of a large studio apartment so, in some cases, they may only resemble the bedroom and living room of a person's home with a shrunken-down kitchenette and bathroom adjoined. But the heirlooms of their past are here. A favorite doll? A treasured family portrait? Trinkets you have long forgotten about? All of them will be here, somehow. (All except for weapons, that is.) They are indistinguishable from the real item, down to the molecule.

After that wake-up call, the voice continues on to express that the weather will be warm and sunny, with no rain forecasted. A brass band concert is announced, to start at noon on the lawn next to the living chess set. And once that bit of news is wrapped up, lively marching band music will begin to play. And it will continue to play. All day. From every speaker...including the ones hidden in their home.

Welcome to Your Village

It only gets stranger from here. Characters may be dismayed to find that they are without any of their original clothes or belongings. They awake in conservative button-up pajamas. The closet in their home is full of the latest Village Fashion to choose from. Everything is The Village label brand, including the tin cans of food that stock the kitchen and any of the groceries you could get at the General Store.

Your ship phone rings. When you answer it, you will be greeted, once again, by the voice of Friday. "Your number, please? Of course, you have a number. Look at your badge." If they look down at their chest, they will discover a small round number badge has been pinned to their pajamas. Was that there before? It bears the symbol of a Penny-farthing Bicycle, with a number in the spokes. This is their number.

"No names here," the voice of Friday chides, "Only numbers. Number 2 would like a word with you at the Green Dome. He requests you come for breakfast. Thank you!" Before they can protest further, the line goes dead.


Some Notes:
  • No matter how many times your character tries to take off and disregard their number badge, they will always find it re-attached to their clothes again the moment they look away and look back.

  • Your characters still have their phones but now they can only make calls instead of sending texts. They also do not take or store photographs anymore.

  • If your character destroys or damages anything in their home, or in The Village it will instantly repair the way things used to on the Serena Eterna.

  • The noise from the speakers can be muffled by covering it with pillows or other creative items, but cannot be stopped entirely. (Sorry Phil)
  • crushed_pearls: (Default)

    [personal profile] crushed_pearls 2023-12-15 09:37 pm (UTC)(link)
    "I dunno! A hug! Grab my ass? Retroactively take my name off the roster? I -"

    She stops herself, wrapping her arms around her body; Erin's almost doubled over.

    Shaking.

    "...Never should have come here..."
    myagic: (008)

    [personal profile] myagic 2023-12-15 09:40 pm (UTC)(link)
    [...If she heard about magically-reinforced salami, she would certainly have. Questions. As it is...well, she has Questions still-]

    A crypt? You're not...expected to sleep around a bunch of corpses, are you?

    [Because if so: gross! Weird!]
    redlightgreenlight: (cocky)

    [personal profile] redlightgreenlight 2023-12-15 09:43 pm (UTC)(link)
    The woman she's watching has been aware for some time before communication actually occurs. She nods at the waiter, picking up the note to unfold and read it. An amused expression flits through her eyes. She reaches up to slip a pen out of her waiter's pocket, indicating for them to wait as she writes a reply.

    It won't be mystery.

    She hands the note back to the waiter and indicates that they are to return the note to the sender.
    redlightgreenlight: (Unsure)

    [personal profile] redlightgreenlight 2023-12-15 09:45 pm (UTC)(link)
    Valdis crosses the final distance between them, wrapping her arms around Erin and pulling her close.

    "I'll protect you, I promise."
    pointofhonoria: (season 2; cragen)

    [personal profile] pointofhonoria 2023-12-15 09:46 pm (UTC)(link)

    "You don't give me orders."

    And oh how far he must have fallen to once again take any orders at all, to go from the terrorist that had Gallery by the throat to some lackey for Number 2. All that drive, driven right into the ground. It'd almost be a shame, if Crabb didn't so badly wish he'd stayed in the dirt.

    Still stubborn to the last, though. That checks out.

    crushed_pearls: (Vickie)

    [personal profile] crushed_pearls 2023-12-15 09:46 pm (UTC)(link)
    44 receives the note with no small surprise, having expected that her watcher would come over to talk. She knows she's playing chicken with curfew right now, but, hey. What won't 44 play chicken with? She reads it over, snorts a laugh, and gives Valdis an eyebrow waggle of Exaggerated Seduction; someone watches the same comedies Erin used to.

    There's a thread of lust in those feelings, yes. It is firmly in the grip of a murderous wariness, old and well-worn into 44's soul.
    crushed_pearls: (Vickie)

    [personal profile] crushed_pearls 2023-12-15 09:48 pm (UTC)(link)
    "Yeah, yeah. But I can do this."

    44 leans back and drops her head backwards to look directly at Number 9: "Hey, Detective, you wanna blow this joint and head to my place? Got some news to share that might be of interest, and as just the tiniest side benefit we'd be cucking Captain Daddy Issues here."
    abhorrently: (repeat.)

    [personal profile] abhorrently 2023-12-15 09:53 pm (UTC)(link)
    "I like making my own judgement calls on that sort of thing. But say you're right - it's only been you standing watch. Seems everyone else just doesn't agree with you, or they have other problems."

    And because she's in a mood, she decides to dig her nails in, just a bit.

    "I've heard the key to stopping an obsession is to cut it off before it really starts."
    Edited 2023-12-15 21:53 (UTC)
    pointofhonoria: (season 3; -_-)

    [personal profile] pointofhonoria 2023-12-15 09:54 pm (UTC)(link)

    "And now we're back to the treatin' me like I'm stupid thing. Come off it, lady. Game or not, I ain't a fan of the way you're playing."

    She huffs, shifts on the spot and folds her arms a little tighter.

    crushed_pearls: (Vickie)

    [personal profile] crushed_pearls 2023-12-15 10:02 pm (UTC)(link)
    "Ain't a matter of smart or stupid. 23's been doing this for a long, long time. The pirate with the pearl eyes...the fuckin' boogeyman. Every one of her victims knew better, they were hardened survivors, killers all, and she got 'em. This is what she does, and it's what I'm here to ensure she doesn't do. Just my job, Number 9. Best one here for it."
    redlightgreenlight: (Over shoulder 2)

    [personal profile] redlightgreenlight 2023-12-15 10:02 pm (UTC)(link)
    "It can be."

    Valdis pauses, trying to decide if she can outright say it, if it's even why Cassandra was acting as if she had something to say but wasn't saying it.

    "I think the most useful skill was being able to coordinate the pack over long distances by connecting to their minds. Can't do that as a human."
    crushed_pearls: (Vickie)

    [personal profile] crushed_pearls 2023-12-15 10:06 pm (UTC)(link)
    "Only me on watch. Interesting belief you have there." 44 digs out her smokes and lights one up, sparking the match to life with her thumbnail. "Why do you care?"
    redlightgreenlight: (cocky)

    [personal profile] redlightgreenlight 2023-12-15 10:07 pm (UTC)(link)
    Curfew's not the only thing 44 is playing chicken with, except her opponent is a Hellhound, not any kind of poultry. Valdis senses that lust and sends a sly smile in her direction, then gets up and walks away, leaving the tea untouched.
    crushed_pearls: (Default)

    [personal profile] crushed_pearls 2023-12-15 10:07 pm (UTC)(link)
    "How?" Erin hears the accusation in her own voice and hugs Valdis back tightly, gabbling half-audible apologies through the tightness in her throat.

    She's shaking.
    abhorrently: (gesture.)

    [personal profile] abhorrently 2023-12-15 10:07 pm (UTC)(link)
    Thank gods, no. There's no corpses. Just a sarcophagus which is empty. I checked.

    [and that she happens to be sleeping in. cozy!]

    It's just bizarre. I can only assume they want to mess with my head more by making my living inhospitable.
    crushed_pearls: (Vickie)

    [personal profile] crushed_pearls 2023-12-15 10:08 pm (UTC)(link)
    44 snorts softly. "Be seeing you, black widow. Same time tomorrow?"

    Yeah she's not following Valdis to any second locations.
    redlightgreenlight: (Unamused)

    [personal profile] redlightgreenlight 2023-12-15 10:14 pm (UTC)(link)
    "My demons and I are on the same side at this moment, so you at least don't need to worry about me. If that helps."

    It hurts to feel Erin shaking in her arms, how she's almost on the verge of tears. It's not fair, and it's all Kevin's fault.
    abhorrently: (happen.)

    [personal profile] abhorrently 2023-12-15 10:16 pm (UTC)(link)
    "Do I need a solid reason? Maybe I've got some affection for all the people I'm sailing with as my companions. Maybe I just think everyone involved in 2's establishment needs to learn what it feels like to breathe with their lungs in my left hand and their liver in my right. Maybe, 44, I'm just picking on you."

    Maybe she has that image in her head of Erin nearly breaking down from panic, and it fuels the already prevalent spite.
    saltwaterlungs: (Profile)

    [personal profile] saltwaterlungs 2023-12-15 10:16 pm (UTC)(link)
    "Can't expect a Brit to keep decent ingredients in his realm. I'm genuinely surprised we're not just eating pig food."

    Natural enemy -> 🇬🇧

    myagic: (050)

    [personal profile] myagic 2023-12-15 10:16 pm (UTC)(link)
    [A little sigh of relief. Still creepy, but leagues better.]

    Probably. And because of their stupid rules, they won't even let you find somewhere to sleep that's not for dead bodies.

    [She huffs and takes another sip of tea, then after considering the jar of gels for a moment, she pushes them across the table to Fever. Because there's no way anyone could find it cozy to sleep in a sarcophagus, right??]

    Anyway, you should take these with you. You need them more, after all.
    crushed_pearls: (Vickie)

    [personal profile] crushed_pearls 2023-12-15 10:18 pm (UTC)(link)
    "Don't threaten me with a good time, hot stuff. I'll bet on my speed over anyone's here in a heartbeat and I haven't had a good excuse to just kill somebody in a hot minute. My balls are bluer than the sky over the sea."