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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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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:
- 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.
- 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)
- 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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[ He returns easily, immediately, and orders from the bartender two of what Lucretia is drinking. As they move to fill the request, Obi-Wan turns his entire body to face Lucretia, resting his elbow on the countertop to lean on heavily. The corners of his eyes crinkle at her, warm even with the shadows underneath them. ]
I did say as much.
[ Then he nods at her open journal. ]
What are you working on?
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The writing itself was two-fold. With one hand she jotted down notes and thoughts while the other extrapolated and put them into sentences. There’s some drawings too, of people and places that she’s seen. It’s worth noting that her art is nearly as impressive as her ability to write, perfectly capturing the landscape of the Corgi town, and the lake they drank tea beside.
She clears her throat,] It’s a record of the adventure so far. This is what I used to do before- [She gestures, and her expression goes a little soft,] Before I was a director of anything. I kept records. Wrote biographies for people who did interesting things.
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Oh.
[ A touch of wonder slips into his tone and expression. On this page alone he can see the meticulous way she has gathered her information in neat cursive; the illustrations seeming as if they will move any moment as a holo might. It looks like one of the ancient Jedi texts with it's carefully crafted images folded into the text. Flimsy still exists, but it has fallen out of favor in the Core worlds and most of the Outer Rim as well. Obi-Wan has handled precious few books outside his own small collection at the Temple. The scholar in him flutters with excitement.
Without thinking, he starts to reach out, but freezes with his hand a breath from the journal. His eyes flick back up to her face. ]
May I?
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[She nods and relinquishes the journal the rest of the way, fully settling in to set her pen down and enjoy her drink for awhile. It's been awhile since she's talked much about herself let alone let anyone read her journals, but the wonder in his eyes was nostalgic somehow. It made her think of Barry or Davenport, when encountered with something amazing and new on their journey.
The journal is freshly new, with no details beyond their journey on the train so far, but Lucretia's attention to detail is without reproach. Each car has been carefully catalogued with details and names and places, including a small, growing list of names with numbers beside them, with a note jotted beside - the numbers change.]
Just a forewarning but I wrote about you on page two. [Embarrassing. But it's only factual observations. Names and locations that he's mentioned, the comment "Ben??", with a rendered sketch of his face beside it.]
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Obi-Wan turns the page in question to renderings of the Korogu car and traces his fingers over the detail of the lake, then over the word Jedi. Seeing it in print, knowing that some measure of their history will go into the universe, makes his heart squeeze. Regardless of how the Sith want to wipe them out, somewhere they will live on in the pages of Lucretia's journal, even if just as a story in a galaxy far, far away. ]
These are very good.
[ Though he's sure she knows that; this is what she had done before becoming a Director, if he remembers correctly. They spoke of it during their... very long tea time. But he smiles as he sits back, taking his hand off "Ben??" and reaching for his drink. ]
Ben is an alias.
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It’s why feeding it to the Voidfish had been so effective.
Her throat goes a little tight thinking of it but her vision focuses on Obi Wan, back to the present and she smiles at the clarification.]
We thought it might be another name, Toko and I. Obi Ben Wan?
[It’s not the oddest name she’s heard!
Other entries of note to Obi Wan are that she’s run into both Cal and Anakin by now. The former in the Corgi car and the latter on the network.
Handwaves that this took place after the network conversation.]no subject
Obi-Wan Kenobi is my full name. Ben is the name I use if I need to be undercover.
[ It's what he had used with Satine (is that who she reminds him of? he wonders in passing) on Mandalore, so long ago); what he's used on a handful of missions with the Council, what he used when he had faked his own death. What he knew he would use to hide from the Empire. ]
I had no idea what to expect when I arrived, so caution felt appropriate.
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[To use a secret name, especially if you had things to keep hidden from a group of strangers.] Excuse me- [She leans in, bumping shoulders with him in the process before apologizing and pulling the journal closer to maintain some social distance between them and flips back to the page about Obi Wan and adds the full name - Obi-Wan Kenobi.]
Does it have to do with your Jedi [Heritage? Lineage? She's still learning here.] training? Not all people have a secret name ready to go for when they get kidnapped on an interdimensional train.
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In a sense. I only used it when I needed to hide my connection to the Jedi, which had never been that often before the Clone Wars began. When I arrived...
[ His gaze slides away, down the bar, skittering along the bottles and the antique designs without seeing any of it. ]
Well, anyone looking for me would have known me on sight, truthfully, but it would have been harder to track Obi-Wan down around Ben if they started asking questions.
[ He swirls his glass of wine and slants her a self-deprecating smirk. ]
In retrospect, it seems a bit foolish. There aren't many places to hide when we must move as a group.
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There's power in anonymity, regardless. I don't think it's foolish.
[For all they know, other members of their group could be concealing anything about their identities or purpose. The person responsible for all of this could walk among them.
Like Zero Escape.]I would be more cautious myself, if we were still on my planet. But as far as I can tell, there's nobody here who can carry back any secrets about me.
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I suppose your line of work would preclude a certain degree of secrecy. Despite the circumstances, you must feel as though you can let your hair down some.
[ Not looking over one's shoulder all the time held a certain degree of freedom. ]
There are some unsavory characters around here but thus far I've not seen them make any real moves.
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It’s odd isn’t it? To feel a certain sense of freedom here when, by all accounts, we are trapped against our will.
[Something something the prisons they build for themselves. She takes a long drink.]
I wouldn’t put it up there with a vacation, but it’s a little nice. To worry about something different for awhile.
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Here, he only has to worry about getting to the next car, and about saving Anakin from his fall. (His number ticks back up).
Turning his attention around, Obi-Wan smirks and raises his glass in a toast. ]
To kidnappings allowing us a brief holiday?
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May the next vacation be a little more willing. And a little less spooky.