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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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> OVERRIDE: TUTORIAL MODE DEACTIVATED.
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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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Keep your head in one place, my dear. Are we discussing your history, or our prospects? I'm game for either, but both at once would be an interesting challenge that I'm not sure even I would be up for.
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God knows how much time he has. Before Omni-Man comes after him and the rest of the planet. Before he starts to feel again, badly, for the poor residents of this doomed little village, who may be beyond his help. That doesn't mean he can't try, however.
At the risk of looking like a complete moron, he admits:]
I just be wanna be with someone else.
[Not alone. Not with Invincible.]
And, uh, not think too much about it.
What about you?
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That's an excellent plan and I'm very much in favor of it.
[ The smirk grows lopsided and pleased with itself, his tone drops whatever softness it had picked up. ]
And to answer your question, heating up stuff sounds quite convenient to me. And you — you've only known women, yes? Gods, and you acted so sure of yourself there for a moment!
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He-ey, whoa there! Girls are the tricky ones! If I'm good with them, how hard are guys supposed to be? We're all horny meatheads, anyway! Aaaand our anatomy is so much simpler, fuck.
[The bravado is back- Unfortunately.]
But if you happen to think I'm wrong?
[If Vanadi will allow it, Rex will reach for one of his hands and idly play with those pretty fingers. Hey, two can play at this whole Victorian flirtation thing.]
Why don't you prove it to me?
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Truly, though — how interesting for you, to know one body very well, and — well, the thing with the clones. And now you get to sample what the of the world has to offer, hmm? There are quite a few different shapes and sizes out there.
[ This is the inn, small and shitty as it is. Vanadi pulls them inside the poorly-lit main room and starts up the staircase at the back, headed for the little room he shares with Tessa. Maybe she's out — or maybe she's in, and hungry. That would be good timing. ]
NSFW tho that's this whole thread smh
Yeah? I'll bet.
[Just like on days where the bad guys nope out of situations entirely of their own accord, Rex finds that this kind of no-stakes encounter is wildly exhilarating in its own right. There's no need to guard his secret identity here or worry about government agents trying to get their revenge, and after this night ends, he could easily ditch this guy, crawl back into his tent, and forget any of this ever happened.
Instead of having to be punched in the face by the same person at target practice the following day.]
Would you happen to like 'em big, tan, and with a little bit of a curve?
[It's a bold move to assume that he'd be on the larger end of whatever this supposedly seasoned and promiscuous elf man might have encountered. Then again, peacocking is sort of Rex's bag anyway.]
'Cause if so, I might be able to make you very happy tonight.
[The state of the inn doesn't matter. Small or dark as the room may be, it's private, and is a major step up from sleeping on the ground next to Sir Drools-a-Lot.]
Or well! I can try.
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What a promise! I'm going to hold you to that.
[ He pulls a brass key from his pocket and pushes open the door, preemptively ready with a greeting — but it's not necessary, the room is dark and Tessa isn't inside. Ah, well. Dinner another time, maybe. He stands in the door to welcome the way in. ]
So then, what was that about — heating things up? I think you'd better demonstrate, that sounds fascinating.