Welcome To The Village

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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

[decohere]

"Klaus," Ava warns tiredly, knowing it's not him she's actually upset with but... he's not exactly helping at the moment. "I don't care." She climbs in through the window, into the dark home.

[busball]

Klaus walks through the door and sighs. "About the situation or the door?" Because they know she cares about something. That's why she's here breaking into the house.

[decohere]

"The damn door," she huffs out, stumbling about in the dark before finding a lamp to flick on. And then she simply sits in a chair, staring blankly at the walls.

[busball]

Klaus resists the urge to sigh, quietly standing there for a moment. "What do you need?" Cause she seems moody and being themself seems to be a negative. So they don't really know what else to do. "I can't do the main thing right now, but if there's something else..." The main thing being Peter. Cause they figure that's the main response.

[decohere]

"I don't know," Ava whispers. "For people to stop telling me that my husband will be fine, while off he's being tortured."

[busball]

Klaus nods. "I don't...know if my abilities work at all, but if they do, I'll try to find his TV. To try to make it easier. But if not, then...I dunno."

[decohere]

"Mine don't. None of them." She's still flickering unsteadily, but it allows her to pass through nothing. "There has to be something. Preventing us."

[busball]

Klaus hums softly. "So...where do you think we'd find something like that?"

[decohere]

"Central, probably." If there's something suppressing everyone... it'd make sense that it'd be somewhere in the middle.

[busball]

"You wanna look for them together or should I look and report back if I find anything?"

[decohere]

"You can." She sounds far too tired. She worries that anything she does will be closely monitored anyway.

[busball]

Klaus nods. "Okay. I'll try to figure something out without seeming like I'm doing anything."

[decohere]

She stays silent for awhile, because it's difficult to trust herself to speak. This is her husband's home, but also isn't. His things, but not. But it's more of him than she has, and she feels so lost.

"Be careful," Ava finally whispers. "I don't want... to lose you too."

[busball]

Klaus slowly moves closer, carefully wrapping their arms around Ava and resting his chin on the top of her head. "I'll be okay. It's hard to get rid of me. Also he seems to not care about me too much except to make me feel little." Which is sort of working, but they are trying to mentally talk themself out of listening to it. "Maybe if I work too hard to get attention, he'll keep ignoring me while I find whatever we need."