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locomo mod acct ([personal profile] locomodo) wrote in [community profile] locomo2021-09-03 07:38 pm

Priority Log - Part 1


Log 02 Priority (Part I)
The Mine Car
As characters enter the car, their phones will notify them of a new message…

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> OVERRIDE: TUTORIAL MODE DEACTIVATED.
> OBJECTIVE:

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NAME: The Mine Car
TECHNOLOGICAL ADVANCEMENT: Gothic era
DANGER LEVEL: High
GENERAL STINKINESS: High
COMMON DENIZENS: Humans, ornithrops, bearkin
CUISINE: Peasant gruel, bird seed

There is no sender. Or objective?

But that's fine, probably! The car itself is completely functional, and features a fully developed society.

Passengers will arrive in this car and be immediately greeted by a fog that chills them to their core. The car around them is vast, and yet deathly silent. They'll find themselves starting off in a forest of petrified wood, the ground hard and unyielding underneath their feet, with flora and fauna in various stages of decay around them. While the fog around them is thick, the lights of a nearby village can still be seen from a distance, and as they travel, the dirt road will give way to cobblestone.

Eventually they'll be greeted with a signpost, welcoming them to the town of MINECRAFTIA.




While Minecraftia's denizens are harrowed and distressed, they're quick to warn the passengers traveling through of the ailment, a mysterious illness that is plaguing their town. It's been leaving even healthy youths bedridden, and while the town mayor has passionately declared that he will find a solution, it appears that there's no cure in sight.

Locations



Minecraftia is a foreboding little town, even in the daylight, with murky skies above and fog blanketing the roads. Still, the denizens persist through their daily routines, and won't stop the passengers from exploring.

Clinic: The town's only clinic with the town's only doctor. It's a small, rickety building that operates all hours of the day. Between the rapid spread of sickness and the steady depletion of supplies, it's a grim place to be nowadays. Anyone healthy who visits might be roped in to help, and those who look ill will be quarantined with an uncomfortable bedroll and thin blanket.

Cemetery: Located on the outskirts of town, the cemetery is home to dead bodies, even deader earth, and a deadpan gravekeeper. The exit door is here in a flower-covered plot, but cannot be opened.

Chicken House: A barnyard building home to the town's chickens. Lately they've been more worked up than usual, and taken to flying the coop and finding refuge by digging their claws into the scalps of bystanders. Agitating one chicken may cause a whole flock to descend on you!

The Dark Woods: The village is surrounded by what was once lush woods, but the trees now stand dark and eerie, an unusually thick fog rolling between them. While there are some of the usual, woodland creatures chirruping in the dense silence, they're hard to find. Monsters, meanwhile, are much more common.

The Mines: In the heart of the woods are entrances to the town's expansive system of mines. Stepping inside shows that the dirt and stone is laced with beautiful gems and minerals, but passengers will be shooed away by miners if they try to explore any deeper. It seems there's several dangerous mine shafts underfoot, as well as past attacks by what seems to be mole monsters.

Mayor's Mansion: The largest building in Minecraftia, situated on a hill. While Mayor Chadsef's staff welcomes guests, they will be cautioned not to explore past the lobby, which just smells a little like cleaning chemicals thanks to a diligent maid crew.

Denizens
Players may use denizens as convenient in threads, as well as these NPCs, except for the Mayor. He's a very busy man!

Madam Vermeer: The Madam is a human extremely afraid that she'll die before seeing her son marry. Which means that she is hunting the streets for eligible men and women, and whisking them in droves away into her mansion to be made over, trained in the art of serving, etc. before presenting them to her son.

Cassy Cassatt: Cassy is an ornithrop and the owner of the chicken house. She's shorthanded nowadays, but business-savvy enough to prey on considerate bystanders. She'll rope anyone she sees into helping out, whether it's collecting eggs, feeding or breeding.

Turner: Turner is a bearkin, and one of the nurses at the clinic. He's taken to drinking his weight in mead whenever he's off the clock, and it's not uncommon for his body to be seen unconscious on the road. He'll try to flee or swat blindly if anyone tries to help him, but he really does need help getting home.

Chadsef: The mayor of Minecraftia, who is notably wealthier than the rest of the citizens. He's young and inexperienced, but carries a Birds of Economics degree, and is determined to bring jobs to the town. He'll just need to make sure people are alive to do them first!

Other
The longer that passengers remain in the car, the more they'll learn, and soon they'll realize the following:

  1. They are not immune to the illness. They can't determine what it is that triggers it. At first it's a sense of fatigue, then hunger and irritability. Then, the numbness will begin, starting in their extremities and spreading up their limbs, until that numbness turns into pain. Eventually that pain will lead to madness, a state of delirium where they begin to behave erratically, endangering themselves and those around them.

  2. There is something in the woods. Though the passengers saw nothing when they arrived in the woods, at night they can hear growling. Venturing outside will reveal grotesque creatures emerging from the fog, rampaging into the town and tearing flesh and stone with their massive claws. These creatures appear rabid, familiar but warped, and they swarm the town with no regard for their own safety or benefit. Examples: (1) (2) (3) (4)

  3. Corpses are disappearing. Despite deaths, the cemetery isn't seeing any more business. Rumour has it that a certain wealthy denizen has been paying to have the corpses taken away. But to where, and why, remains unknown…



Numbers
Numbers! Everyone starts with one that glows on their bodies — as a fun thread mechanic, we suggest they're somewhere visible, but it's up to you!



Because while this is not IC knowledge yet, numbers are determined by how troubled your character is. This may be based on their past actions and crimes, but also alienating habits, regrets, personality flaws, trauma, etc — a higher number does not necessarily mean they're a bad person, but it may signify a difficult time in their life, or substantial personal issues.

As passengers enter this car, they'll notice that their numbers may begin to change in response to certain actions and decisions. The general rule is that numbers change as characters work through their issues. If they make a decision that serves to better themselves, their number will decrease. But if they make a decision that is ill-intentioned, their number will increase. Players can change their number as they see fit going forward.

OOC Notes
Exploration: Players may submit on-going threads here to get a short mod tag with further discoveries in any given location. Characters can potentially earn items or clues as to the car's objective this way. Please limit your explorations to one per player; we will let you all know if we have the capacity to do more!





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catsy: (pic#13769154)

[personal profile] catsy 2021-09-07 06:59 pm (UTC)(link)
Do you mean she's a lady that's a chicken?Or a lady that owns chickens (that aren't people)?

[Apparently, you need to be more specific here.]
catsy: (pic#13090604)

ii.

[personal profile] catsy 2021-09-07 07:12 pm (UTC)(link)
[Rounding up filthy, (probably) disease-carrying birds is not Selina's idea of a good time, so even while she's called to assist, she's just going to lean on the fence once she meanders over, safely away from all of... that.]

I don't know. It looks like you're doing a fine job by yourself.

[It does not look like she's doing a fine job by herself.]
neriticism: (15)

more like with the player screaming THE CHAIR GIVE HIM THE CHAIR

[personal profile] neriticism 2021-09-07 07:14 pm (UTC)(link)
[ He might be twice her age, but his reflexes are better than this. That's almost the scariest part of her seizing him by the hair and raising the scissors: the fact that by the time he's throwing up a hand in defense, the blades have already swept their arc, missing his fingers by a hair's breadth. ]

[ There's a noise somewhere in his throat between a pained snarl and a panicked wheeze that he bites back, breathing hard through his teeth, but the piercing, blossoming heat doesn't follow through. The only sensation beyond the wrenching across his scalp is his shirt falling open, snipped clean through, which he reaches to tug closed again on instinct before a hint of cool metal presses up beneath his jaw. ]

[ Reluctantly, Vidal falls still. Deathly still. Call him Sigourney fucking Weaver with this tongue-lolling alien sniffing up the side of his throat. His mind's still racing though, racing up to the moment she lets him go, thudding him back up against the wall. But it doesn't rattle anything loose this time, except for maybe his temper... She's definitely not the sort of person to rile up, a better part of him knows, but he definitely does not have the clearest head at the moment. All that's up there is disengage, disengage, disengage. ]

Yeah. Real sweet baby angel good samaritan, she was, [ he spits out, eyes locked on the scissors again. ] Wouldn't put it past you though.

[ And it aches, but at least he can still move fast when he puts his mind to it. Clamping his legs together on the ankle between them, he aims a simultaneous strike to the side of her knee with the heel of his hand, following through to shove her off balance and trip her on his thighs. Disentangling himself, he twists, gathering his legs up and pushing to his feet, lunging for the door—if he could just close her in— ]

[ —He gets about a step and a half and his calves fizz like a freshly cracked soda, his feet fill with static as if he'd been sitting on them for hours and it all liquefies beneath him, pitching him swearing back down to his hands and knees. ]
testgasm: (pic#15100909)

B. im sorry lucretia

[personal profile] testgasm 2021-09-07 07:14 pm (UTC)(link)
[Somehow, Wheatley is here. Don't think too hard about it. Perhaps he's been sitting at the entrance to the mines after having asked someone to drop him off (probably because he was too scared to go in), though he's starting to get the idea that he's not going to be able to avoid the mines forever.]

Do we?

[He knows they have to. He's just going to put it off for as long as possible, first.]

I mean, ha. Have you tried talking to them? I could do it, if you don't want to. It's just...well, it's a bit creepy down there, innit?
himbomb: (139)

[personal profile] himbomb 2021-09-07 07:24 pm (UTC)(link)
[To call him Mark would imply that there was some sort of clear divide between his hero self and his spacey, naive persona. And perhaps there is. Off the battlefield, Rex can't say he's too impressed. Not only is this kid a total killjoy, he is clearly a child, and not the brightest tool in the shed. In a way, the incredible capacity of strength that he possesses seems almost wasted. Then again, it is probably better this way. The guy is well-meaning, too well-meaning. He is empathetic to a fault, and it will absolutely get him in trouble, but it is also makes him likable.

Which is what Rex despises most of all. He is not capable of that kind of trust or kindness, and why should he be? The world was cruel to Rex before he could do so much as open his mouth to ask for a glass of water.
]

Haven't you been paying any attention? Like at all? Ohhhh, right! You showed up with your brains half-bashed in.

There's a directory, or some shit like that. I'm pretty sure if you wanna creep on the other losers who got stuck here or look around for Omni-Fucker, you can just do it online. Why waste your energy?

[One thing that Mark may or may notice is that, when it comes to technology, Rex is suspiciously proficient.

He crouches down to examine the firewood following his exit from the tent.
]

Look it up before I head out. Although, I'm tellin' ya, it's lame as fuck! The user interface is just garbage. I wonder if it was cooked up by, like, aliens with jellybeans for eyes!

[hush!!!! the tech is cute af rex? not everybody is an ex-hacker who prefers cool coding tricks, u loser]
sulahnan: (5)

monster hunting

[personal profile] sulahnan 2021-09-07 08:19 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Night seems to descent upon the town eerily fast, though that's probably just because the town is surrounded by forest and fog and foreboding. It's the latter that has Tessa patrolling rather than holing up in some semblance of safety within the town's various establishments, peering out into the woods and trying to see something -- anything -- that might explain some of what's going on around here.

There, just ahead, she spies something. No, someone. Somebody familiar...Ruben, his name was? ]


Oi! [ Her voice doesn't carry as well as she expects, the fog dampening the many sounds that ought to inhabit the spooky woods. No matter, she'll announce herself more properly when she draws nearer, waving and trying on a friendly smile that doesn't quite cover the unease. ] You wanna come for a walk with me?

[ Yes, just a walk. Nothing sinister about a walk, even if the small creatures in the woods are growing quieter by the minute. Even if there's a low, rumbling growl somewhere in the darkness replacing them. Everything is fine. ]
sulahnan: (7)

[personal profile] sulahnan 2021-09-07 08:31 pm (UTC)(link)
Are you mad?! What about this -- oof, fuck, ow! -- seems like a fine job?!

[ Squawked indignantly, much like the chickens' own protestations. Tessa reaches up to snag the chicken attacking her head and hurls it over-handed towards the open barn doors. The chicken, flustered but unharmed, gently flaps its way to the ground as if it was never aggro at all. The others, though, have scattered like college students at the sound of a cop knocking on their party door. ]

Aw, for fuck's sake...
fluxing: (( 38. ))

forest

[personal profile] fluxing 2021-09-07 09:13 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Jack has, once again, found himself in Tessa's company. Likewise, he's also taking in the smells by flicking out his tongue a few times, very a-kin to a slimy serpent (which he is) and it looks like his eyes are also faintly glowing? Oh. Night vision buddies. ]

Nope.

[ NOPE. ]

Don't like this place. Can't we go back to the dog world? Oooooor, like, where is the free alcohol car? OR, imagine—

[ Jack spreads his hands out, gesturing. ]

The Kinky Car. With EVERYTHING you could ever need or want.
sulahnan: (3)

[personal profile] sulahnan 2021-09-07 09:28 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Night vision buddies, eyyy. Tessa looks behind them, around them, ahead of them towards that glow. ]

Doesn't look like there's an option to go back anywhere, really. It's just fog and trees and stink.

[ She shrugs and starts walking, assuming Jack will follow. ]
fluxing: (( 18. ))

[personal profile] fluxing 2021-09-07 09:44 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Of course he's gonna follow! He's been in rough situations before and he knows damn well sticking together is better than being alone. He trots after her until he's by her side again. ]

Now would be a pret-ty great time if I could transform.

[ But he can't! He knows there's plenty of tech inside of him that is preventing his true powers from coming out, but also, he's unaware that the train has taken that gift away from him. ]

I'd feel a lot stronger that way, you know! Alright, let's think here.. what is it that you can do since I know you're not a human either.
sulahnan: (6)

i. since we both referenced the same saying wrt chickens...

[personal profile] sulahnan 2021-09-07 09:59 pm (UTC)(link)
There was a time, long ago, when Tessa -- back when she went by a different name -- was quite good with animals. Horses, deer, hunting dogs (but not guard dogs), birds...it's all part and parcel to being a woodland elf, after all. Or, that is, it was, before everything changed. There wasn't an attack from a fire nation or the like, but times do tend to change when left to their own devices for hundreds of years.

Also, animals tend to be able to sense when someone is technically a vampire, or a demon, or both at once, which is all to say that at this very moment, Tessa is trying her best to wrangle these escapee chickens with little avail. When she gets hold of one, another rushes to defend it despite the lack of real danger, and if she drops the first to snag the second, a third appears to flap and peck indignantly at her silver-streaked hair.

Amid the flurry of feathers and beaks, she manages to catch sight of Clark, someone she doesn't know but can see by virtue of the bright red cape isn't from around here.

"Oi, you in the tights!" She calls to him, holding one bird at arm's length and trying to shield her face from the scratching talons of another. "Mind helping a girl out over here? I don't wanna accidently hurt 'em!"
sociably: (Default)

[personal profile] sociably 2021-09-07 10:04 pm (UTC)(link)
i'm not sure
i don't think so?
but it heals people when it hits them

that's what the note said at least
sociably: (pic#15037613)

[personal profile] sociably 2021-09-07 10:04 pm (UTC)(link)
oh i wanna meet him!
he doesn't bite right?
sulahnan: (Default)

[personal profile] sulahnan 2021-09-07 10:06 pm (UTC)(link)
[ She looks at him, aghast, with brows raised, and points at her ears. ]

You mean these aren't human ears?? How many lies have I been living?!

[ Melodrama aside, she shrugs. ]

Nothing remotely close to transforming. Not on me own, anyway. I'm mostly a punching, kicking, fast-running, heightened-senses kind of girl. And I can see in the dark, o'course.

[ A beat. ]

Now, when you say kinky, I'm assuming you don't mean like curly, right?
sociably: (pic#15037616)

[personal profile] sociably 2021-09-07 10:06 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Can't a drunk girl get a little comPASSION around here?? Just because her vision is a little spinny right now, gosh. She opens her mouth to protest, then closes her mouth briefly to stare at Toko with wide eyes.

Then opens her mouth again. ]


W-what? What is it?

[ She barely gives Toko a chance to answer before she starts shaking whatever limb she's grabbed onto. ]

Tell me!!
philandery: (pic#15081248)

[personal profile] philandery 2021-09-07 10:13 pm (UTC)(link)
[ C'mon... work with him here, Cal...! (Though it's not entirely his fault that the Madam is so desperate to find a match for her son.) ]

Now ma'am, I'm afraid my baby brother here already has a family of his own to look after. [ He turns to Cal, and fake-marries him to the first cute girl that comes to mind: ] Oh yeah, Mercedes wants you home early tonight. I saw her on the way over.

[ (Sorry, Mercie...) The Madam frowns at this, claws loosening somewhat from Cal's arm, but before she can fix her attention on Sylvain instead— ]

No no, I've already got someone at home as well. [ Fake news! ]

—But you know what? I do know someone who would be very interested in your upstanding son. He's hard to miss—tall and healthy guy, white hair, wears an eye mask. Goes by the name of Gojo, you'll know as soon as you see 'im.

[ Madam Vermeer hesitates again to consider this new prospect, and in that moment Sylvain roughly yanks Cal out of her grasp and towards the mines, bidding her a very hasty adieu. Better walk fast!!! ]
shiftybladesofcray: (099)

i have other tags but i hate you the most

[personal profile] shiftybladesofcray 2021-09-07 10:17 pm (UTC)(link)
Waaugh! Stop! [Toko tries to wrest free, but Beatrix is a granblu frantasu whereas she only has ridiculous anime powers when she becomes Miss Murder. So. It's futile. Her legs are forever ensconced in Beatrix's grasp.

She takes a bracing breath.]


The quickest way to become f-fatally sick is...

[Toko leans forward, looming over the breasty human barnacle.]

...lying around drunk, in the fog, next to bears.
sociably: (pic#15037616)

ii

[personal profile] sociably 2021-09-07 10:20 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Beatrix is hovering nervously by the door of the coop, having also been scouted into helping usher the local escape artist chickens back into their cozy home. She is looking decidedly worse for the wear, scratches littering her bare legs and forearms, and there are clumps of hair falling outside of her neat ponytail. ]

But I already had to chase after chickens today! I don't wanna...

[ Unfortunately for her, she does not get a say in the matter; one of the chickens has decided that hassling Tessa is no longer entertaining and has set its beady little sights on Beatrix. With a squawk, it puffs up and immediately hop-flies over to its new victim, who promptly shrieks and falls to the ground. ]

Nooo, wait, I'm sorry, I'm sorry!

[ This is a mess. ]
sociably: (pic#15037612)

get OUT of my inbox

[personal profile] sociably 2021-09-07 10:23 pm (UTC)(link)
[ ................

..................................................................

Hang on, give her brain a few more seconds to properly register those words before she latches on even tighter and starts crying again. I had high hopes for some kind of bonding during this thread but my dreams are now dashed, just like Beatrix's are. ]


NooooOOOOOOooooooOOOO!! I don't wanna die! You have to help me! [ Punctuated by another shake of Toko's legs. ] Please....!
sociably: (pic#15037615)

iii

[personal profile] sociably 2021-09-07 10:30 pm (UTC)(link)
[ The downside (upside?) of having a magic sword that heals is that she's gotten roped into helping out in the local clining, easing the suffering of the numerous patients that fill the beds. It's tiring work, to be sure, but the satisfying feeling of helping out and being useful gets her through the day.

The definite upside of having a magic sword that heals is that.....she also has a sword with her in the clinic, which she brandishes when some annoying jerk walks in and starts bullying her patients. ]


Hey! Leave him alone, and everyone else! If you keep that up, you'll be the one needing help.

[ It's hard to tell if this guy is dead serious or just playing around, but she really doesn't want to find out. ]
shiftybladesofcray: (048)

*YOU* GET OUT OF MY INBOX

[personal profile] shiftybladesofcray 2021-09-07 10:34 pm (UTC)(link)
[Look they will bond okay just trust me

In the meantime Toko is losing her damn mind.]


YOU'RE NOT GONNA DIE! [She reaches to pry at the girl's fingers around her legs. Maybe succeeds in...holding her hands...or maybe they're wrestling for dominance now, ultimate bottoms lightweight championship. She tries to squirm her legs some more, loosen that grip a little.]

The only way you'll d-die is if you sit around crying and give up! Got it? It's your choice. As long as you're alive, you have a ch-choice. You can move your legs, can't you?
philandery: (pic#15081232)

[personal profile] philandery 2021-09-07 10:44 pm (UTC)(link)
[ He huffs too, cracking a smile even though he's visibly focused on the task at hand. But he can only really concentrate on one Big Thing at a time: either patching Aria up, or restraining his flirting, so the flirting inevitably goes free. ]

If I were, would you kiss it better?

[ Spoken as an offhanded comment. He's got an ugly scratch on his shoulder, but it isn't nearly as serious as the gash he's trying to seal up. ]

...Thanks for covering me. I will definitely never forgive myself if you get a scar from this.

[ Despite his rather light tone, he will feel genuinely bad if she has to suffer any sort of permanent mark after this. But instead of agonizing over it, he just redoubles his effort to help her.

The spell takes a little bit longer, but it accomplishes what it needs to, staunching the worst of the bleeding. ]


Think you can stand...? [ He'll help her to a better healer, or at least to the clinic... ]
shiftybladesofcray: (006)

maximum doubt....

[personal profile] shiftybladesofcray 2021-09-07 10:54 pm (UTC)(link)
[Her squint doubles in intensity.]

Are you...

[Ignoring me?

The thought doesn't finish. He's moved them both on to other matters. Toko gets the sense she's being railroaded by this bizarro cave genie, but still. He's right about the way back up. She doesn't fancy her odds there, even if it means (pause to gulp in fear) going deeper.]


Down there? It's really d-dark down there. And there could be more monsters...like the ones in the w-woods...

[Historically speaking, Fukawa Toko does not thrive in the dark. In spite of her Wednesday Addams chic she is actually quite afraid of it, and she doesn't want to deal with any supernatural nonsense when she can't even see. Also, she has no idea who this guy is.

Her hands fly to her hair. She pulls at the roots in indignant fury.]


Why does everything h-have to be an impossible situation?! I hate this car!

[But she does dutifully roll to her feet. She's still in a big time pout, still swiping the last of the cobwebs off and rubbing her rear where the sit bones had taken a bruising, but lo. She does not forfeit! In the face of danger!!

She just reserves the right to complain.]


You better not be some big pervert or anything...
shiftybladesofcray: (012)

III

[personal profile] shiftybladesofcray 2021-09-07 10:58 pm (UTC)(link)
[some people don't deserve the fingers they type with.]

*I heard about some bodies going missing, anyone else?
sulahnan: (8)

[personal profile] sulahnan 2021-09-07 10:59 pm (UTC)(link)
Well, I'm glad it's not -- oof! OW!

[ She's interrupted by a bird to the face, but luckily with it right there, she can easily grab it like a football and chuck it back into the coop, slamming the door behind it. The others are elsewhere, still loose, still attacking poor Beatrix, but at least that one is behind...chicken mesh. ]

Glad it's not just me, I was gonna say. [ Tessa jogs the few steps to the girl getting hassled on the ground and picks up the hen with two hands pinning its wings to either side of its body. It immediately pecks at her fingers to be let go, but she unfortunately can't let the damn thing go unless someone opens the coop door for her again, otherwise there'd just be one more chicken out and about and causing trouble. ]

You awright there?