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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)
  • yournewsidekick: (i'm a lot of things)

    [personal profile] yournewsidekick 2023-12-04 12:49 am (UTC)(link)
    "It's Nimona." Flatly. "And these clothes suck."

    Just for that, she's gonna turn into the biggest, bulkiest elephant she can --

    -- nope she's gonna shrink down into a tiny pink elephant no bigger than a cereal box, dressed in a sickeningly cute replica of the exact same outfit, as her shapeshifting misfires for the thousandth time.

    "Fuck!" screams the too-adorable-for-this-world pachyderm standing where human-Nimona stood a second ago.
    angrycrabnoises: (Default)

    [personal profile] angrycrabnoises 2023-12-04 01:00 am (UTC)(link)
    “PRETTY SURE YOU CALLING ONE OF YOUR CAPTIVES ‘DEAR’ IS INFINITELY MORE DISGUSTING THAN ANY OF NIMONA’S FUCKING LANGUAGE,” Karkat adds flatly, deliberately choosing not to censor himself either.
    yournewsidekick: (i'm nimona)

    [personal profile] yournewsidekick 2023-12-04 01:23 am (UTC)(link)
    Nimona stills.

    "Take his voice how?"
    angrycrabnoises: (Rage)

    [personal profile] angrycrabnoises 2023-12-04 01:25 am (UTC)(link)
    Karkat sucks in his teeth. He was uncomfortable with this whole situation before, but now he is mad.

    He knows he can’t just stop talking the way he talks. Trying to do that is like taking his voice away already. Plus, Nimona is similar to him - and he knows full well that Number 2’s threat was for the both of them.

    He stews in anger, not sure what he’s going to say next but not wanting to make the situation worse for his friend.
    Edited 2023-12-04 01:25 (UTC)
    yournewsidekick: (say it.)

    [personal profile] yournewsidekick 2023-12-04 01:36 am (UTC)(link)
    Sotto voce to Karkat, Nimona mutters, "I'm gonna set that fucking chair on fire, I don't care how cool it is."

    She flops into the nearest open chair, angling herself so if anybody makes a move toward Karkat, she can shapeshift quick enough to rip their throat out. Or... try to. It'll be way harder if she can't shift into anything normal-sized, but whatever, insisting something tiny can't shred a couple humans to bits is quitter talk.
    angrycrabnoises: (Fear)

    [personal profile] angrycrabnoises 2023-12-04 01:45 am (UTC)(link)
    Okay, so Nimona is clearly just as pissed about this as him. Good. He’s going to hold onto his various streams of insults for the feelings jam later, since he can’t unleash them here.

    He just grunts in acknowledgement and settles into his own seat.

    He doesn’t know how he’s going to take it if this man calls Nimona ‘dear’ or something equally saccarine again. He’s pretty sure he’s going to fly off the handle, and it’s not going to be pretty.
    yournewsidekick: (oh COME ON)

    [personal profile] yournewsidekick 2023-12-04 01:17 am (UTC)(link)
    "Nimona," she repeats, scowling. (Unfortunately, that too looks adorable.)

    Ugh, she can't even climb into one of the free chairs like this. Nimona swirls back into human shape, a frustrated growl in her throat.

    "Why would I want to climb your dumb power ladder anyway?"