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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)
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    [personal profile] not_the_last 2023-12-17 12:41 am (UTC)(link)
    "Well, that's the tricky part; I'm not at all sure it will. Generally things repair themselves almost immediately, once you look away. This mess doesn't seem to be doing so. Which is interesting, and I'm a little curious about what it might mean long-term, but in the meantime I think I'd prefer things a little tidier than this."

    A beat, as she surveys the room again.

    "Perhaps we could start with gathering up the kitchen utensils? Half of them seem to be on the floor."
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    [personal profile] inhairently 2023-12-18 07:40 pm (UTC)(link)
    Steve nods and sets to work, gathering up utensils and setting them aside on the countertops to be sorted as he goes.

    "Any idea why someone would do something like this?"
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    [personal profile] not_the_last 2023-12-18 09:56 pm (UTC)(link)
    "To start a fight, perhaps," she says, kneeling by an overturned drawer and beginning to gather spoons.

    "Or out of a belief that a fight has already started. Or just to ..." She waves one larger spoon in a little circle in the air. "Stir things up, as it were."
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    [personal profile] inhairently 2023-12-19 12:01 am (UTC)(link)
    "Yeah, but why?" Steve picks up an overturned drawer and moves to slide it back onto its track in the counter as he considers what might have brought on this sudden attack. "Did something happen?"

    It's a useless question, he knows. They can't exactly speak freely.
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    [personal profile] not_the_last 2023-12-19 12:40 am (UTC)(link)
    She shakes her head with a slight warning look. "Not that I know of. I did have an argument with Master Two, and I regret to say I was very rude; I suppose it could be that."

    Not the faintest note of actual regret there.
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    [personal profile] inhairently 2023-12-19 05:11 pm (UTC)(link)
    "Yeah, that'll do it," Steve mutters.

    He goes quiet as he continues collecting clutter from the floor, apparently lost in thought. A moment or two ticks by before he seems to remember that he's not alone.

    "You should be careful," he says with a meaningful look. "At least until... uh. Well. Forget it." The rescue attempt. That's what he was going to say. "Seriously, though. These people don't play around. I mean —" He gestures broadly to the mess surrounding them. "Obviously."
    Edited 2023-12-19 17:11 (UTC)