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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)
  • canineshamus: (Default)

    1/2

    [personal profile] canineshamus 2023-12-19 04:07 am (UTC)(link)
    "Jeeze, you ever heard of a Robot with a drinking problem, Max? Uh- I mean- what's your number again?"

    A suspiciously dog-shaped man in a suit with no shoes asks, from where he's knee-deep in digging through Bastion's stuff. A stein glass goes flying and crashes into the wall.

    "Wuh oh, company," he turns to look at Bastion in the doorway.

    "Sa- er, 33 and uh- this one. Freelance Goons," and he flashes a badge which is very clearly just the lid off a jar glued to the inside of a wallet, "we're just taking a look around the place."
    not_the_last: (Default)

    [personal profile] not_the_last 2023-12-19 04:12 am (UTC)(link)
    I'm sorry, there wasn't a better way to warn you. Valdis is giving us the link.

    "I'm sorry -- something to drink, please? Oh, I don't mean alcohol, if that's what you were thinking; that would be inappropriate." It feels like a weak cover, to her, but hopefully anyone watching will only think Steve prudish for being shocked at the suggestion.
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    [personal profile] not_the_last 2023-12-19 04:14 am (UTC)(link)
    "Being bitten by a spider?" That's actually more startling to her than the walking up the wall; she would have expected that kind of power to come from a more ordinary source, such as being in tune with nature, or having a relationship with a god or some other power, or studying really hard.

    "Of course," she adds, and hurriedly sets aside the broom to hand the sponge and water up to Gwen.
    leaningontheeverlasting: (Default)

    [personal profile] leaningontheeverlasting 2023-12-19 04:21 am (UTC)(link)
    "I know, child, I know. Trust me, I know. Breaks my heart, it does."

    He settles them both into the seats he's set up, pours her a glass of lemonade like a gentleman ought to.

    "She'll settle, I know it. Just needs somewhere calm 'n quiet. Too much excitement 'round here, especially when new arrivals come. It's taken a toll on her poor heart, I just know it. But she'll come good. The Lord always provides his peace inth' end."
    threefootrabbitything: (Default)

    2/2

    [personal profile] threefootrabbitything 2023-12-19 04:21 am (UTC)(link)
    "828" the small rabbit currently trying to manipulate the nutcracker into crass poses provides helpfully, "Or was it 710? Wait who am I?"

    There's distinct cracking noise right as his partner says 'company' and he whirls around to face Bastion with his hands hidden (poorly) behind his back.

    "Gotta make sure you're not up to something!" Beat, glance up "Can we arrest him now?"
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    [personal profile] decohere 2023-12-19 04:23 am (UTC)(link)
    The phone continues to ring in her grasp, though she slowly lowers it from her ear. Ava's eyes don't bother with subtleties in reading off the knuckles.

    "Yes. Fine, Number 69. What do you know of her whereabouts?"
    thismaskismybadge: (atsv; upside down neutral)

    [personal profile] thismaskismybadge 2023-12-19 04:26 am (UTC)(link)

    "It was radioactive." Said as if that explains everything.

    She takes the bowl and sponge without spilling anything, and sets the bowl atop the media unit where she can reach over to soak the sponge without issue. Then she 'crouches' and starts scrubbing off the paint. The black is already leaking into the bright watercolours that consume them both.

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    [personal profile] leaningontheeverlasting 2023-12-19 04:29 am (UTC)(link)
    It's fine. Nothing he hasn't gotten from new arrivals already.

    "Last I heard th' poor thing went plumb outta her head. Stress, you know, summat like that. 'm a man of a cloth, not one-a those psychotherapists. 'f I'd just gotten to her sooner," he sighs, and pinches at his brow- thumb to his temple, pointer pressing back and forth across his forehead.

    "Point is, she'll be needin' rest for a good long while afore she's up to any manner of company. You understand."
    crushed_pearls: (Vickie)

    Might Want To Migrate Soon?

    [personal profile] crushed_pearls 2023-12-19 04:40 am (UTC)(link)
    "I should technically reward you for such an antimaterialistic stance but I think I'll hold off on that until I actually figure out what the hell the official praxis is with that." 44 leans around from behind with the biggest grin, sunny and shit-eating. "Now..."

    It's not a perp walk; this isn't that kind of power game. But 17 is being walked to the pew 44 uses as a bed, and it's not a request.

    There are no names in Heaven. But...

    "How does someone end up being called Fever?"

    There's plenty of intelligence gathering. Which is definitely what this question is.
    decrypter: (wish.)

    [personal profile] decrypter 2023-12-19 04:41 am (UTC)(link)
    This man doesn't know Darcy. Calm? Quiet? Her beloved would rather chew her hands off like a trapped tiger. Even through the dullness that has made her so compliant, Helena knows this. They've taken her. And she needs to be the brave one now - the one who does what she can to provide escape.

    "...I need to see her. She doesn't like to settle, when it comes to strangers. But with me, she can."

    She'll find her, hold her. Whisper that they're going to get out.
    crushed_pearls: (Vickie)

    Bowing Vickie Out

    [personal profile] crushed_pearls 2023-12-19 04:42 am (UTC)(link)
    "7, 17, been a displeasure and a joy respectively. If you'll excuse me I'm going to chase those men down like rats."

    44 goes streaking out of the room.

    The screaming starts shortly thereafter.
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    [personal profile] redlightgreenlight 2023-12-19 04:42 am (UTC)(link)
    Valdis steps down to his level. Luckily he’s the same height as her so she doesn’t have to look up at him. His smugness is amusing. He got to her for a moment, but she’s going to burn his kingdom down.

    “There’s really not much to tell. She sent me a message with implications, I misinterpreted. Choice words were exchanged. I left. Did she tell you something different?”
    decrypter: (turn.)

    [personal profile] decrypter 2023-12-19 04:45 am (UTC)(link)
    "Please do. I hope these can help some - I'm so sorry this all happened."

    Taking Cassandra's arm, she'll let herself be led.

    "You at least haven't been hurt?"
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    [personal profile] leaningontheeverlasting 2023-12-19 04:46 am (UTC)(link)
    "Can't be done, 'm afraid. I had to wheedle and bargain to be allowed just t' minister to her m'self. Had to go right there alla way to th' top."

    Ungrateful little shit.

    "No excitement. Thems were the doctor's orders. But I can pass on a message, 'f you'd like. That, child, that I can do for you."
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    [personal profile] not_the_last 2023-12-19 04:49 am (UTC)(link)
    She's almost sure he thinks she believes him.

    "Oh, would you? That would be ever so kind. Or -- I don't suppose I might go with you? It would mean a great deal to me, to be able to pray with," she fumbles for it, seizes on it after a frantic moment, "Number 0202 again."
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    [personal profile] decohere 2023-12-19 04:50 am (UTC)(link)
    "No," Ava responds. Trying to keep her calm, she takes a few steps forward. Ring. Ring. "I don't understand. You mean they locked her away for the crime of being an annoying teenager?"

    Ring ring.
    treasonlikebeauty: (Default)

    exploring the town

    [personal profile] treasonlikebeauty 2023-12-19 04:51 am (UTC)(link)
    The beach is precisely the sort of place that people go when they want to be secretive. Oh, Garak is under no impression that the beach is any less private than any other part of the village, but it feels secretive, and therefore it's useful to know who else might want to go there at this time, and why.

    He observes Cassandra from a distance before strolling up with a smile. His badge reads 93. "And how are you enjoying our new home?"
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    [personal profile] abhorrently 2023-12-19 04:52 am (UTC)(link)
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