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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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REGICIDE AND BRAINWASHING, HUH, WHAT A COMBINATION
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"Soooooo totally changing the subject -- " She examines her nails. "Did you know blasting music twenty-four-seven so nobody can sleep is a brainwashing thing? I was gonna tell Kevin later just in case he didn't know. Give him another chance to shut it off and not be a government worth overthrowing. Wanna come along?"
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"Why, no, I don't think I knew that." Pleasant and bland, with a touch of mild interest. "Perhaps he doesn't know either. I think that's an excellent idea, someone ought to tell him."
Cassandra's teeth are only of average human sharpness, but her smile, as pleasant and bland as her tone, somehow makes up for it.
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Her smile grows, even more murderous.
"You busy now?"
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Her own smile grows, in turn, even more pleasant and bland.
"Pardon me just one moment, please?"
And in that one moment she withdraws from the window, pulls on this place's best approximation of a jacket, and steps out the front door.
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Kevin's taste is just so, so awful. For everything. It's almost impressive.
She shoves her hands in her pockets as they walk toward the Green Dome, the tinny sound of the marching music all around them. Up ahead, somebody unfurls an umbrella, even though the sky's completely cloudless.
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It's more than just how terrible the look is; it's that everyone has to wear the same limited palette, the same three or four styles of garment. It's that the entire town has a single collective wardrobe dictated by a single man's taste, and it would be dreadful even if his taste were better.
"I think I might need to make some new skirts if we're to be here much longer."
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"I could show you," she says brightly. "Bet I can still turn into a tarantula even though Kevin'll nerf my fangs."
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Nimona can't become the horse-sized spider of her dreams -- thanks, Kevin -- but she can manage a chihuahua-sized one, at least. With a shimmer and a pop!, she drops to the ground as a pink, fuzzy tarantula, all eight eyes glinting with the bright glee of an arsonist handed a pack of matches.
"Guess what?"
She hops to put her back to Cassandra.
"Tarantula butt!"
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"Pretty hideous, huh?"
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"...You know," she says. "I could probably take us on a little shortcut like this."
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"What do you have in mind?"
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From the side of the dome, a trio of silken threads gently sway in the breeze. Dangling from one of them is an inside-out umbrella. Dangling from another is a large squash carved in the shape of Kevin's head, wearing a jaunty little bowler hat.
Dangling from the third is a human-shaped Nimona wrapped up in her own tarantula webbing.
"Okay," says Nimona eventually, half-muffled by the spider silk. "That didn't work. My bad."