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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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She gives Natsuno a last look, full of hurt. There's so much she wants to ask - how could he, what happened him, did he rise without anyone's knowledge because how else could he survive the stab wound... but she was given an order. Megumi shoots Rita a nasty glare - sucks for me, but you will suffer so much more - and leaves.
Natsuno stands up, eyes flashing red-on-black in distress. When did Rita show up? Reckless, stupid, sweet Rita, she must've fought like hell for him.
"I don't... need it," he rasps through injured vocal cords. Why isn't it healed already? No matter, it's not lethal. "...'m fine."
Number 2 let Shimizu be his observer. Like hell Natsuno trusts anything he offers. He looks at Rita, but it seems all they did was restrain her, even if none too gently.
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"He says he's fine, so just let me look after him," she orders to Number 2, punctuating it with another attempt at yanking an arm away from one of the goons still restraining her.
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"Both of them to the hospital, please." This, Number 2 directs at the goons still standing around. The ones holding Rita will lift her off her feet if necessary.
"If you struggle, I'll be forced to sedate you. Come along nicely and we'll have you in and out within the hour. I'll even throw in some ice cream."
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"I'll come if you leave her out of it," he rasps painfully. An idea half-forms in his mind. Let them hold him, it's better if they're close. "She's not even hurt, so. Doesn't need the hospital."
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"Na--hey, wait! There's no way they're taking you away alone! What are you thinking?!" Sure, it's obvious that he doesn't want anything to happen to her, but--she can't just accept that without protesting!
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"All right, off with them."
The goons will now begin taking them both in the direction of a mini moke that has driven up on the scene. It will carry them to The Hospital. If Natsuno tries to resist, he will find the cross shoved back in his face.
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He doesn't resist when they shove him into the mini moke, doesn't resist when they drive off. Natsuno is acutely aware of the cross' presence in the goon's pocket, but if he's quick about it...
It's just as well that the man still has a threatening hand Natsuno's shoulder. The moment they turn a corner and Number 2 vanishes, he turns to sink his fangs into the man's forearm. A quick bite, just enough to pump venom in.
"Stop the car and attack them," he specifies the men holding Rita by number.
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The mini moke comes to a sudden halt, and one of the goons loosens his grip enough in surprise that Rita wrenches an arm free and finally gives him a well-deserved smack. The other gets tackled by the now-hypnotized goon who climbs over the seats, and she uses her now-free arms to brace herself and kick them both out the side of the car. "Ha! Jerks."
And finally, the most important- She scrambles over to Natsuno, reaching for his cheek. Arguing through a few glares or not, she's still really worried about the sluggishness of his regeneration. "Hey! Are you okay? Did you-?" She glances back to the goon who's attacking his fellows.
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"Don't hold back," he orders the hypnotized one, "none of you can follow us."
He grabs Rita's hand. C'mon babe, let's make like a banana and split -
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They jump off the car and start running across the grass. Maybe if they head towards the woods, she starts to think, but then she thinks she hears a distant roaring. "Do you hear someth--what's that thing supposed to be?" Her question turns incredulous at the white sphere that abruptly drops into their path. It doesn't even look all that solid, almost like a great big balloon. She clicks her tongue, because she's sure her magic would make quick work of it--if only she could use it here--but they can just go around a big dumb thing like this!
--Except that no matter what direction they run in, it rolls to cut off their route.
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"It's a security feature. It'll shove us all the way to the hospital." His hand tightens around Rita's. "Pretend to go the right way, then run."
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"It's following," she announces flatly, though he probably already knows. But at least it's not cutting off their route anymore. "Okay--let's go!"
Time to start running! As soon as they take off, the roaring noise starts up again.
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"Under these bushes! If it's too small for it, we might slow it down - "
But the rover is already upon them. The surface stretches like rubber and engulfs Natsuno's free arm. He yelps in surprise and anger - they can do THAT, too?!
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"What the hell--they can do that?!" she shrieks, and steps forward to kick the rover--but it only absorbs her foot, and now they're both caught.
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But no one will ever get to here the rest, because the rover swallows him whole, with Rita soon to follow.
It will bounce jauntily all the way back to the hospital, just to rub it in. It's gonna hurt before they pass out.
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She wakes groggily but with no headache, strangely, since a splitting one is the last she remembers. The memory is almost enough to make her feel ill again--that was the worst ride she's ever had, damn that Number Jerk! Wait, speaking of which--she sits up quickly on the cot, starts to demand to a nurse, "where's Natsu-" but the demand is cut short as she spots him on the next cot.
"Natsuno! Are you awake?"
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"Yeah," he grunts and sits up. He holds a hand to his throat, realizing it no longer hurts.
"...they fixed it," he says, staring at the nurse. No pain, no hoarse rasps. All this just to - actually heal him?? "Rita, are you okay?"
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"Yeah...I am." Her skepticism and confusion is evident in her voice. "Not that I'm complaining, but why are we okay?"
The nurse gives them a placid smile, looking down at a clipboard. "Because you're in the hospital and we fixed you up, of course! That's our job. I think you ought to be a little less reckless...but you have a clean bill of health!"
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"Good, then we're leaving."
Rita can question the nurse if she wants, but Natsuno doesn't want to stay there for another second.
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Outside, it's morning. Rita rubs her temples--she doesn't have a headache, but there's something she doesn't like about it, either. She glances to Natsuno. "You okay? I wonder if we... Did that balloon thing seriously kill us?"
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"I feel okay," he says, "but that doesn't mean we didn't get 'taxed.'"
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The only remotely satisfying thing was that Number 2 guy telling her off. Rita hopes she got some deserved punishment. "What was she? 158? Hmph...she'd better finally take the hint and back off."
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Natsuno scowls, angry at himself more than anything. "She hasn't changed a bit. I shouldn't have let her get to me like this."
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She is going to commit both Shimizu's name and number to memory, though. Just in case.
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"Think we all have designated observers?"
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finally I can throw all subtlety to the wind