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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)
  • saltwaterlungs: (Pained grin)

    [personal profile] saltwaterlungs 2023-12-10 10:29 pm (UTC)(link)
    Looks at the bag of salt still in hand.

    "Is this a trick question?"
    saltwaterlungs: (Dramatique)

    [personal profile] saltwaterlungs 2023-12-11 01:22 am (UTC)(link)
    "WHAAAAT?!" Darcy screeches, at a volume to make him physically wince.

    "YOU KNOW THINGS ABOUT ME AND MY INTERESTS?! WOW, I AM SHOCKED BY THIS, CARREMENT, I WOULD NEVER HAVE GUESSED YOU WOULD KNOW THINGS. HOLY SHIT, I AM SO UNNERVED RIGHT NOW."
    saltwaterlungs: (Gigglefit)

    [personal profile] saltwaterlungs 2023-12-12 09:46 pm (UTC)(link)
    It just takes them a minute to recover from giggling at number 69. It's never not funny.

    "Yeah yeah, this is your domain and while I live under your roof you control the salt. Whatever. I'm thinking peanut butter on every railing I can find next? What are your thoughts- above or below your notice?"
    Edited 2023-12-12 21:49 (UTC)
    saltwaterlungs: (Coral Sea)

    [personal profile] saltwaterlungs 2023-12-14 03:37 am (UTC)(link)
    That's.

    Not quite a flinch, but Darcy's mirthful rebellion is suddenly a bit less mirthful.

    "Almond butter then."

    The more mentally stable spread.
    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 -> 🇬🇧

    saltwaterlungs: (Chinhand)

    [personal profile] saltwaterlungs 2023-12-18 08:28 am (UTC)(link)
    "Mais, you're offering to cook for me? I thought you didn't even like me."
    saltwaterlungs: (Um actually)

    [personal profile] saltwaterlungs 2023-12-19 05:01 am (UTC)(link)
    "Yeah, exactly. I have some peanut butter to spread on some railings."

    Darcy turns to leave, flipping him off over their shoulder.

    "Peas beaning you."