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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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maleviolent: (hate to see you go)

slams into your slammin

[personal profile] maleviolent 2021-09-24 09:16 pm (UTC)(link)
Hmph.

[That's better. Though Sukuna continues looking at Kaeya like he's a shit smear at the bottom of his shoe.

He's no fool. And only seems to step down harder, causing more gasps and gurgles and quiet pleas.]


What, not enjoying the show I'm putting on. How ungrateful. Here I am helping this town out and you want to stop me.
maleviolent: (m e g u m i)

justice for bea

[personal profile] maleviolent 2021-09-24 09:16 pm (UTC)(link)
[Crazy? Hoyeah. Especially when the size of his smile grows and his eyes widen -- excited. He's use to people going against him. Though he's not particularly impressed by her appearance, he's of hope that she's more capable than she looks. She's certainly got spirit.

He likes that.

Can he hold her hand? He's trying, stepping closer. The tip of the sword digs into him and draws blood but it doesn't seem to affect him at all.]


I didn't think of that! Kill them all at once. [He keeps... walking closer so the sword sinks deeper into the body, his blood spilling down his chest and to the ground.

No chill.]


Not bad. Alright, for that good idea I'll go outside like you want. Come on. [As suddenly as he was impaling himself on her sword, he pulls back and starts walking toward the door to go outside. Super casual and unaffected. Blood dripping and leaving a trail for her to follow.

As if she couldn't pick him out of crowd already...]
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[personal profile] testgasm 2021-09-24 09:27 pm (UTC)(link)
you would think

see? suspicious

i bet he's not busy at all i bet he knows if he talks to us we'll sniff him out
Edited 2021-09-24 21:28 (UTC)
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[personal profile] oomfies 2021-09-24 10:06 pm (UTC)(link)
My intern!

[ She responds in kind, a happy sort of smile to her lips at being able to talk (or brag?? Hard to tell!) about her life. ]

Who is also an editor, for me. Just to check for typos. And then we put it out on my website for all my fans to read! You do the same, right?
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[personal profile] oomfies 2021-09-24 10:16 pm (UTC)(link)
Ugh. Be careful with your glasses, especially if they're prescription —

[ Lottie says, awkward and forceful, somewhere under her breath and just loud enough to catch between all of Toko's jabs at herself. But then she just, gives up at trying to protect those lens (because she sure wishes she had hers — Lottie is a good blind half the time now). Instead, she just grips her wand beneath the table and frowns, suddenly feels a lot more older hearing Toko speak like she has the world on her shoulders.

Man, she can't believe she's going to say this, but, ]


Look. You're not a turd, okay.. You're just a [ Teenager.. Teen.. Student??? What word should she use.. ] girl stuck in a shitty situation. Shittier than it usually is in the real world.

And I understand! [ Mumbled, in a bit of a rambling daze because she's not sure where she's going with this tangent: ] I was a teen once.. I had a lot of growing pains and I don't always feel like an adult, either. But, I don't know, life sucks sometimes. People suck. It's just how things are, even for girls like me.
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[personal profile] oomfies 2021-09-24 10:31 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Lottie lets herself get swept away, happy to take some time and let the adrenaline rush of completely, convincingly, lying to Madam Vermeer's face fade (it wasn't that convincing, but it sure feels like an accomplishment to dupe somebody).

Luckily for the both of them, she's well versed in all types of walking in her heels, so it takes them no time at all to huddle behind the back of a building some streets down from their confrontation. Unluckily, it comes at the cost of Lottie's breathing acting up — she takes a few moments to inhale deeply, hand to her chest, after she checks around the corner to make sure they're clear.

Her cheeks are rosy, there's an ever so slight sheen of sweat to her skin, her heart is beating so hard she can feel it through her skin, and despite the obvious bit of trouble she's having taking a steady breath she sure is playing with her bangs to make sure they're in place (priorities). And, also, still holding onto Cal's hand the entire time.

Her eyes finally glance up to him the second she thinks she looks convincingly as cool as she did barging in to save him, and even with a breathy sort of quality to her tone, she asks casually: ]


Do you think she'll follow us for long? I didn't see her but she's super desperate.. Yikes.
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[personal profile] 7edacted 2021-09-25 12:36 am (UTC)(link)
[The woods are quiet and creepy in the darkness. She won't say it, but it's a relief to have backup with her - Lucretia never was the fighter of the group but she learned to do so in a pinch.

She raises a brow at the glow from Persian's head that zaps the mouse half-dead. That's one way to get an electrified mouse. Impressed and definitely not minding a little bit of violence against undead mice.
]

Impressive. [Giving Persian an approving nod.] On the contrary, the average housecat doesn't have electric powers in my world. But I'm willing to guess she's not just a housecat.
shiftybladesofcray: (137)

[personal profile] shiftybladesofcray 2021-09-25 12:40 am (UTC)(link)
[He commands. And she has no choice to obey, does she?

Toko stills but her panic never subsides. The hand snaring her thigh seems like a hot iron, branding new scars to mar the flesh. She's acutely aware of the tapered black nails. Like talons, like a bird of prey, pinching the glowing number into a small pucker. Primed to rip, pierce, shred. And all the while he leans over her, a monster of muscle and menace. He wouldn't need magic powers to destroy her. She's practically nothing. Swallowed by his shadow in the dim pub light.]


I'm n-not lying... [The same protest, and the same truth. No one died in that game by her hand.

All the same, the theory makes her eyes widen. A count for people they've hurt. Could that really be what the marking is for?

The change is subtle, just one breed of fear for another. Her life is still on the line, but now she wonders if it's not on display in more grotesque capacities than she imagined. Her gaze flicks down to his knuckles, where his own digits burn bright in jaw-dropping figures. Toko's always been the highest number no matter who she met, but she's leagues behind someone encroaching on seventy thousand. He's only a few hundred off.

When Sukuna brushes higher her whole leg flinches. Toko's eyes weld shut. It's all mockery. His laughter about the tallies. The intimacy of touch, treading further beneath her skirt than anyone's dared and just to make a fool of her. Her bottom lip's been wedged between her teeth and close to splitting in two, but even that doesn't keep her grounded. When she dares to open her eyes again one tear runs loose, then another.

But she won't avert her eyes. It's with pure bile and gritted teeth that she answers him.]


It's not me c-counting. Those are hers.
unrepentant: (5)

[personal profile] unrepentant 2021-09-25 01:16 am (UTC)(link)
[It isn't the first person he's watched die, and there's a grim knowledge in the experience that can't be learned any other way. Their breathing changes, takes on a new rhythm in the hours before, and in the Force he can feel their fear. Their anger, frustration. Confusion. Until that too starts to wane- and even when there is no acceptance, eventually the effort is just too much.

Anakin quietly sits vigil. He doesn't know this person and now never will, so he holds the man's hand instead of searching for words. And as his breathing changes, in those last moments- there's a strange light. Little particles that seem to come... come out of him at the very end.

There isn't much time left to him after that. He carefully withdraws his hand, looking at the dead man one last time before he's- summoned. The sight visibly startles him in its newness, but instinct urges him into motion. Anakin follows the shadow soldier as quickly as it can go, reaching outward into the living force to search for danger as he rounds a corner. And is relieved to find Jinwoo there, unharmed. The line of his shoulders softens as he jogs forward, closes the distance.]
What happened? Are you alright?
unrepentant: (93)

[personal profile] unrepentant 2021-09-25 01:44 am (UTC)(link)
Good question. Like you said, they don't seem surprised to see us. But I haven't found anybody talking about leaving.

[His head cants thoughtfully to one side. Anakin has always been expressive- and while he wouldn't say he wears his heart on his sleeve, he's well aware that he's more... emotional than his fellow Jedi. In moments like this he devotes less time to maintaining that veneer of composure and by extension, is a little more transparent for it.]

We probably aren't the first ones on this train.

[Anakin's eyes lift to the man's face.]

So far all of these cars have had exits, and an objective we need to complete before we open it. Maybe this place is waiting on a cure.
onlyhope: (73)

[personal profile] onlyhope 2021-09-25 01:50 am (UTC)(link)
[ Slipping through is easy enough, much easier than anticipated. It would be enough to make Obi-Wan suspicious if everything else in this town wasn't equally bizarre. Choosing not to look a gift fathier in the mouth, he elects to let bygones be bygones until they reach the kitchen and the journal.

Of course they're interrupted before being able to really flip through the book, but those samples are far too valuable to just leave as is. When the owner of the bag arrives, Obi-Wan snatches a vial into his palm using the Force, so he never reaches into the bag, even as he's turning to ackowledge the person, putting both hands at parade rest and giving them a little bow. ]


Lets be on our way, my dear.

[ He doesn't bother giving an excuse to the staff, the best way to get away with something is to look like you belong, and instead puts a hand on Zuko's back to steer him out of the kitchen. ]
unrepentant: (84)

[personal profile] unrepentant 2021-09-25 02:05 am (UTC)(link)
[Anakin's own number is at the nape of his neck, hidden by his hair- and so far from sight he often forgets that he has it at all. It's only the sight of someone else's that brings his thoughts back to it. Though with it comes the reminder that this is the second time he's been branded by a place. Like property. The thought is too easy for him to stew in and the anger stokes like coals in his belly.

He turns away, brows creased. Is is possible they've been leaving people behind? Or that there are people that arrived even earlier?]


No. A group of us showed up here four train cars ago- [And then he turns back, expression visibly shifting as he sizes the stranger up again. Just his luck, another old man. The corner of his mouth tugs, unfortunately fond.] This is the first time we haven't been given an objective to move forward.
shiftybladesofcray: (143)

cw: mention of child abuse

[personal profile] shiftybladesofcray 2021-09-25 02:08 am (UTC)(link)
[What is this girl? Her mom?

Well, no. Either of her moms were likely to slap her if she put on the waterworks in public, but they'd never be taking her to a pub in the first place. Still, Toko manages to convey the peevishness of a regular disgruntled teen, pointedly pulling the frames free to dangle in one hand. They are prescription, she's got a point. That doesn't mean she's got to be happy about it.

She will also be conducting the rest of this conversation in a slight squint. Near-sighted blues.]


They are? [She sniffs, covering her nose with her sleeve. It's hard to imagine a living fantasy like this girl being a gawky outcast. Not unless one part of her face grew in before the rest, or she's had like, thirty plastic surgeries. She doesn't look fake, though.

The real clincher is the humble mumble she spills her wisdom in. It could be the truth. It sounds like the truth. If she were faking there'd be some kind of cloying energy to it, none of this shame or shrinking away.

Doubtful, maybe still bitter, but more curious than anything, Toko peers closer at her company.]


...H-How?

[Make it good, Lottie.]
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[personal profile] oomfies 2021-09-25 02:56 am (UTC)(link)
[ Where can she begin? Should she begin? Does spilling her life's problems to this random ass teen, on this random ass train, even matter? Does any of this matter? Lottie mulls over her reply as she stares at Toko — now without her glasses and looking a strange mix between herself and Charlene. She remembers when she'd take her glasses off and stare at herself hard in the mirror, willing the Lottie she wished she could be into existence.

Suddenly, she feels stupid, wearing this gaudy gown in this rundown bar. What is she doing, even? ]


My ex-boyfriend broke up with me after five years together. He's the only guy I ever dated. [ She frowns, ] I still haven't told my family because it's easier to just let them think we're still together.

I had a stalker, who wanted to be me. He dated her when we were on a "break". She said when she was trying to be me she felt so miserable. And then she kissed me and Caroline pushed her off the roof. Allegedly. [ A pause. ] Going to court sucks.

And, actually, honestly, all my friends suck. And probably will never believe any of the stupid crap happening right now, even if I told them. No one listens to me. I can't talk to people. I play myself all the time. Everyone in my family thinks I'm crazy for being a blogger.

[ There's a moment where she doesn't say anything, clearly about to let loose something ("And I think I killed my crush one time, but she's alive so I don't even know anymore.") but chooses not to. ]

..And more, obviously. A lot of stuff has been going on.
sulahnan: (04)

[personal profile] sulahnan 2021-09-25 03:39 am (UTC)(link)
Yeah, fine, absolutely peachy — [ She pushes up onto her knees and brushes the dirt off her front. ] Pulled my tackle too early.

[ Snorts. ]

That's what 'e said, innit?
sulahnan: (Default)

I guess we should submit and exploration thing??

[personal profile] sulahnan 2021-09-25 03:54 am (UTC)(link)
Don't worry, I've gotcha!

[ Maybe she doesn't have him as securely as she ought to, but she's going in that mine. She darts in as fast as she can, dodging around obstacles left and right. She leap-frogs over someone, ducks her head to avoid being brained on a support beam, and nearly loses her footing on some loose rock but manages to recover and keep up the pace. ]
sulahnan: (07)

🐔

[personal profile] sulahnan 2021-09-25 04:17 am (UTC)(link)
Tessa looks a bit bewildered by what just happened, holding stock still until she realizes she's being spoken to in words instead of cussed at in clucks. For all the fuss, she doesn't have many scratches, and those that are still present on inspection heal within moments.

"Yeah, fine, I think," she answers. A few feathers are plucked from her hair and released to flutter to the dirt below. "They probably think I smell funny or sommat. But never mind about that, how'd you do that so bloody fast??"

Asked the girl who also has superhuman abilities...
sulahnan: (03)

[personal profile] sulahnan 2021-09-25 04:32 am (UTC)(link)
Right? If I weren't stuck with a consistently pickled ponce I'd never set foot in one again, honestly. The smell alone is bad enough, innit.

[ Tessa slows just enough to let Ruben catch up and then resumes pace, peering out into the dark and fog. ]

I guess I oughta ask if you can fight, eh?
sulahnan: (08)

[personal profile] sulahnan 2021-09-25 04:35 am (UTC)(link)
that seems like an important step

whaddya think we should do?
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[personal profile] sulahnan 2021-09-25 04:36 am (UTC)(link)
if it's under your control can't ya just command it to tell you its name?
sulahnan: (05)

[personal profile] sulahnan 2021-09-25 04:45 am (UTC)(link)
[ Oh dear. The truth is too complicated to get into right now. ]

Oh, uh... Yeah, I got kind of a nasty bump on the head recently, [ It's probably true, anyway. She was technically murdered, and... could have conceivably hit her head. ] probably knocked some things loose, eh?
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[personal profile] sociably 2021-09-25 12:40 pm (UTC)(link)
[ can't believe wheatley is already winning her over with this horrible reasoning ]

maybe someone should try and break in to his house
or follow him around and see where he goes
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[personal profile] sociably 2021-09-25 12:56 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Ardbert is a man of great (?) talent, surely he is more than capable of inspecting flowers and holding a conversation about a completely different topic at the same time.

Unlike Beatrix, whose singular brain cell can only handle one thing at a time. She peeps over her shoulder at Embrasque, soothed by its familiar weight and comforting sight. ]


I think it had to do with the survey the train sent out awhile back. You know, the one that called us weird names?

[ Hers called her something weird, at least. Maybe his was nicer about it. Maybe he also got the (faked by Gojo) result that he's perfect. ]

Well, I did everything it told me to do and then my phone told me later to go to the shopping mall app and I got a fancy pommel and a note that said if I put it on Embrasque that I could heal people with it.

[ Holy run-on sentence Batman. ]

Anyway, I'm not sure how it works yet. The note only said to put it on. Maybe I just have to hit someone very lightly?
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[personal profile] sociably 2021-09-25 01:26 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Alas, the choice phrasing is completely lost on Beatrix, who blinks owlishly and without a trace of recognition. ]

He did? Who? One of the chickens?

[ Maybe this woman is a chicken whisperer??? Weirder things have happened. ]