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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)
  • theweakhavepurpose: (Before the Collapse)

    [personal profile] theweakhavepurpose 2023-12-15 01:33 am (UTC)(link)
    The smile seems good. He's going to assume it's good.

    "Yeah, I mean i don't know that we need our guts cuz -- wait sand? Uh.. The fuck?" That sounds familiar, but it wasn't sand was it? "Friday is made of dirt I think. Same sorta thing going on there? It wasn't the Captain right?"

    That'd make some amount of sense if one was sand, one was dirt.
    abhorrently: (chance.)

    [personal profile] abhorrently 2023-12-15 08:13 am (UTC)(link)
    "No, this was a man named Yufei. He had one of those plants start growing out of his arm, so I helped get it out and patch him up. Funny, he didn't feel like a construct at all..."

    But then again, how would she know, if he was a really good one? She had just taken him for what he was at the time, and not questioned further. It was more just having the right skills at the right time.

    "The point is, it makes more sense for us to have our insides than not. Why change what's already working well enough?"
    theweakhavepurpose: (Sit)

    [personal profile] theweakhavepurpose 2023-12-18 06:43 pm (UTC)(link)
    "Yeah. True. I've never tried to make a person so I don't know what I'd do. But making them the way they already are is easier." He's finally calm enough to lean against the metal cult symbol he'd been using like a sledgehammer earlier.

    "Right the plant thing. Kinda forgot about that what with everything happening all the time. Though usually the stuff on the ship is worse than the stuff on the excursions."
    abhorrently: (color.)

    [personal profile] abhorrently 2023-12-18 09:58 pm (UTC)(link)
    "Suppose if it's closer to home then it's easier for the man in charge to make it terrible. How bad can it get?"
    theweakhavepurpose: (Uhhhhh)

    [personal profile] theweakhavepurpose 2023-12-19 01:00 am (UTC)(link)
    "It can always get worse. There's no bottom to human depravity. Or inhuman either."

    He sighs. Okay he should probably ... get dressed. And not be smashing speakers while in pajamas.

    "Thanks though. For keeping me from sailing right off the deep end."
    abhorrently: (point.)

    [personal profile] abhorrently 2023-12-19 03:34 am (UTC)(link)
    "You're welcome. You needn't be a stranger, Deputy - I can't promise my accomodations are good for visitors, but I'll be around. Whether you recall me or not."

    And she's got a breakfast to attend, and a man to fantasize about the death of. But even so, there's a little note in her mind that when she sees Pratt, she'll make it a point to greet him, whatever the result.