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Entry tags:
- baldur's gate 3: fever,
- changeling the lost: erin peters,
- changeling the lost: giles,
- changeling the lost: okie,
- changeling the lost: oswald wuthridge,
- critical role: cassandra de rolo,
- far cry 5: deputy pratt,
- far cry new dawn: sharky boshaw,
- farscape: john crichton,
- geist the sin-eaters: darcy lejeune,
- generator rex: césar salazar,
- groundhog day musical: phil connors,
- homestuck: karkat vantas,
- identity v: helena adams,
- kolchak the night stalker: carl kolchak,
- lavender jack: honoria crabb,
- mcu: ava starr,
- nimona: nimona,
- original: flan fraser,
- original: siffleur,
- original: valdis,
- overwatch: bastion e54,
- overwatch: maximilien,
- rwby: ruby rose,
- sherlock holmes: john watson,
- shiki: natsuno yuuki,
- skulduggery pleasant: skulduggery,
- spider-verse: gwen stacy,
- star trek ds9: elim garak,
- stranger things: steve harrington,
- tales of vesperia: rita mordio,
- the elder scrolls: sheogorath,
- the prisoner: number 6,
- the umbrella academy: klaus hargreeves,
- werewolf the apocalypse: ash cromwell
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)
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:
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He shakes his head. "Looks like my place in New York but smaller."
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"They were in the midst of a prison break when I got spat out right in the middle of it. I helped them escape, and became one of the fugitives in the process." That was before Scorpius even knew about him. It always went from bad to worse.
"Oh, those? I had them in my ship with me at the time. Some of the few personal items I got to keep. I used to do voice journals. I'd talk to my dad, tell him what was going on, just in case I ever got the chance to... give it to him." He never did.
"New York? How big was it to begin with?"
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"Did you feel like you were at home with them?" He's trying to figure out the meaning behind where they are. Why did they replicate these rooms?
"So if I want to listen to your dreamy voice to fall asleep at night I'll have listening material?" Ash teases. "Have you listened to any of them yet?"
He shrugs and almost looks a little bit ashamed. "The city or my house? New York is massive. There are so many people. One of those places you are never alone but still feel alone. And my house was...overboard. But, I was as close to my pack as I could be and I had a cat."
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"Not at first, but after everything we went through together, hell yes. They're my family, Moya included. They say home is where your heart is, right?" His heart is defintely still aboard that ship. Her name is Aeryn.
"I checked to see if they play. They do. Can't really bring myself to sit down and listen." He's afraid he won't recognize the voice on that tape as his own anymore.
"The house. Space goes at a premium there, I know that much. Guessing you were loaded? So why couldn't you be closer to your pack? Did you get put in the dog house?"
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Ash kind of nods along as he looks around the room. This was home for Crichton. The way he explains his own found family reminds him of how he became part of his pack. It didn't work at first. He doesn't feel like his heart is still there though. At first all he wanted was to get back to there and off the ship. Now he dreads it.
"Afraid of why you might hear?"
He makes a face, his eyes wide. "Yes, loaded. Kind of high profile in certain circles. Too high profile for the work my pack does. When you're trying to fly under everyone's radar living with a guy who sometimes pops up in the tabloids doesn't mesh. And...I broke some rules that..." Ash raked a hand through the back of his hair and huffed out a breath. "It's forbidden to have romantic relationships with our own kind. Rules were broken and she...we...decided there needed to be distance."
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"What? Were you a celebrity? You're handsome enough to be a movie star." Not that he's been looking or anything. Shut up.
His flippant posture dissolves immediately when he hears that last part. Oh, now he's mad on Ash's behalf.
"What do you mean you're not allowed? Seriously? Who the hell gets to decide that?"
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Yes, maybe he feels bad that he was a dick when they first met on the ship and rubbed alcohol in his face. His ex-husband was an alcoholic who tried AA but was never able to get sober. It was painful to watch him struggle. "I never apologized for that, man. I really am sorry I pulled that shit with the drink when you were struggling."
That gets a chuckle. "Not a cool celebrity. Typical Silicon Valley tech billionaire. More attention then a pack operating outside of the law a lot of the time wants on them." Ash sighs. That's a can of worms. "Our kind...it isn't safe for us to have children together. They end up deformed and most tribes won't accept them. It's a rule for a reason. Still sucks."
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"You didn't know until I told you. But, thank you. I'm doing okay. Actually sticking it out. Helps that the Lakah I was using is gone so I couldn't get more even if I wanted. And Johnny's been pretty helpful for getting me hooked on non-alcoholic drinks when I'm in that mood. That man can make a margarita without a drop of alcohol in it and somehow it still burns on the way down." It's like magic.
His brow raises a little higher. "What? Your pack never heard of using birth control before?"
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There is a faint smile and he nods at that. He knows logically he didn't do it on purpose but still, he felt bad and wanted that guilt gone. "Good. We made a deal right? About not quitting. I'll hold you to it."
He shrugs. "Dude, birth control isn't perfect. It's just too big of a risk. Doesn't matter anyway. Not anymore. I think I finally found the right people."
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"That's right. We made a deal. I keep my promises." He wants to be held to this one, especially when they make it back from here. If they make it back...
"I'm really happy for you, man. I don't know too much about that Max guy, but he seems sweet. And Valdis is as good as they get. I'm rooting for ya."