Welcome To The Village

[number_2]

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)

Comments

[professionalriot]

"What's with the shitty music non-stop? Some kind of black site CIA tactic to torture us?"

He keeps eating. Still staring. Ash hates not knowing what all of this is about. Worse is being made to wait.

"You know me, I love sausage."

[number_2]

"What do you mean? I love this music. It's motivational. Helps you keep marching on." He swings his arms at his sides, but he still hasn't unfolded his legs.

"Yes, I do. Your file is full of interesting little tidbits."

[professionalriot]

"If you're trying to motivate murder. Sure."

He shrugs. A single brow quirks up.

"Oh yeah? Glad I'm entertaining."

[number_2]

"Oh, no, we don't like that sort of thing around here. But, if you find the music that distasteful, I'll see what I can do. The band is going to be very insulted. They practice very hard. A shame, really."

[professionalriot]

"I'm assuming you know what I am. It isn't safe for anyone, especially your band, if I am sleep deprived and irritated. That isn't a threat but I can only muster so much control."

[number_2]

Number 2's tone is suddenly low and hard, "We have cures for that, dear boy."

[professionalriot]

"Watch it, Kevin. I might not win in this scenario but I will put up one hell of a fight." He knows when it comes to these fun outings he's not meant to win but to suffer. Doesn't mean he's not going to fight back. "Seems like the reasonable thing to do is dial back the band music."

[number_2]

"Fine. I'll make you a deal. All of you. Stop this silly name-calling and I will have the speakers turned down. What do you say?"

Drive By

[redlightgreenlight]

"No."

Re: Drive By

[number_2]

"We'll put it to a vote. We have one no. How do the rest of you feel?"

[professionalriot]

"Turned off, Kev. All the way off." He's trying so hard not to laugh right now. "Let's vote on that. You turn them off and don't turn the music back on and we stop calling you Kevin. That's the deal."

[redlightgreenlight]

"Don't drag me into your deals, werewolf."

[number_2]

"It's funny that you seem to think you have any real power to negotiate here. Deal's canceled."

[professionalriot]

"Clearly I have the power, correction, we all have the power to get under your paper thin skin, Kev." Ash smirks and shrugs. He rips off a bite of his flapjack. "Let's be real though. Is Kevin really that bad? Number 2? You are okay with basically being called shit? If I were you I would rethink your position."

[number_2]

"You can choose to act like naughty children all you like. So long as you are willing to accept your punishment later."

[professionalriot]

"Going to put me over your tiny little knees later, sweetheart?"

[number_2]

"If I do, it will only be metaphorically."

also drive by.

[abhorrently]

"That's fair."

Re: also drive by.

[number_2]

"Thank you. That's one yes now."

[not_the_last]

"Master Kevin," brightly, "suppose instead you offer to have the speakers turned off? A complete cessation for a complete cessation strikes me as a reasonable exchange."

A pause. "Or I suppose you could turn the speakers down, and in return we could only call you Kevin some of the time."

[yournewsidekick]

"Yeah, Kevin," chimes in Nimona. "Seems fair to me too, Kevin. You stop the music and we stop calling you Kevin."

A beat.

"Kevin."

[number_2]

"I suggested that deal as a sign of goodwill. It is not a negotiation. And it is now canceled."

[not_the_last]

Delicately: "I don't know if anyone's ever told you, but that isn't generally how signs of goodwill work."

[number_2]

"Things in The village work exactly how I tell them to. This discussion is over."

[not_the_last]

"Oh dear me," she sighs, just quietly enough for him to pretend he hasn't heard if he's of a mind to, and begins buttering a piece of toast.