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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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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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beatrix | ota | what do you even put in subject headers these days man

[personal profile] sociably 2021-09-04 12:54 am (UTC)(link)
(A)DVANCED MATCHMAKING 201
[ Here you are, just minding your own business, when suddenly a woman with side bangs, a high ponytail, and a big-ass sword strapped to her back comes barrelling up to you, a (metaphorical) fire burning in her eyes. She has one very important question to ask. ]

Hey, you! Are you married or seeing someone?
(B)EAR-LY THERE
[ There is a bear lying on his back in the middle of the street. Next to the bear is a smaller woman, also lying on her back. The bear is unconscious. The woman is not. They both, however, smell strongly of booze. The woman is saying (more accurately: slurring) something. ]

...mish toast. And jam. [ Hiccup. ] Toashty jam. ZetaaaAAAAAAAAAA, come get meeeeee. You p-promised to take me [ hiccup ] shopping.........

[ The woman has started crying. Are you really just going to leave her there, this poor defenseless drunk woman? ]

(C)UTTING YOUR FRIENDS OPEN
@ ✨ BEATRIX ✨

i need someone to let me swing my sword at them
it's really important i promise!!
(D)ANGER, WILL ROBINSON
[ Complex mathematical equations? Not her forte. Solving the root of this mysterious illness spreading through the town? Not great, but she's doing her (dubious) best. Fighting monsters though? Hell yeah, this is what she was born for.

So what if she feels desperately like she wants to take a nap, she's toughed out worse than this. What's important is keeping the town safe and if she can't do even that one thing then what's the point of her even being here? Her usual joy over getting to prove herself has since winked out of existence, replaced by a dogged determination to protect the people of these town. Unfortunately, these creatures are Big Bois and she is but one woman which means—time to recruit some help.

There's a figure nearby, someone else with (hopefully) the same idea as her. She calls out, voice carrying through the dim night: ]


Hey! Help me take this thing down!

[ Alternatively she can come save your character, I'm just too lazy to write that out. Also because I like HURT/COMFORT, someone is getting injured if you pick this prompt. So sue me. ]
(E)XPLORATION WILDCARD
[ Give me a location and I'll write you a customized wildcard so our characters can SNOOP. That's it, that's the prompt. ]
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[personal profile] philandery 2021-09-04 01:05 am (UTC)(link)
[ One might be surprised how often this exact scenario happens to Sylvain. He takes a step back as Beatrix charges towards him, arms raised defensively because he is very familiar with women chasing him down to (rightfully) accuse him of "seeing someone" (read: cheating)... ]

Uh... nope! Why? Are you offering?

[ Doesn't seem like it but it doesn't hurt to ask- ]
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[personal profile] sociably 2021-09-04 01:10 am (UTC)(link)
[ Hello, for your undie meta records, Beatrix is definitely a virgin. Thanks!

Beatrix doesn't answer immediately, scrutinzing this guy like a farmer might scrutinize a prize horse. He's tall (always good), handsome (also good), and seems to carry himself with a good amount of confidence (also very good). Perfect!

Now for round two. ]


What would you say your type is? Like the kind of people you're interested in.

[ Sorry, did he say something? She is casually ignoring his questions for the moment...... ]
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[personal profile] philandery 2021-09-04 01:27 am (UTC)(link)
[ Thanks! Sylvain has definitely noted this! :^J

And their convo is moving pretty fast... He's not sure why he's getting grilled all of a sudden, but since it's a bonafide cutie doing it he's not too fussed. ]


Well... I like girls who can hold their own in a fight [ he's looking at her sword ] and isn't afraid to speak her mind. [ e.g. accosting strangers and asking them their 'type'. ] If she's got long brown hair and wears fancy blue armor, that's a plus in my book, too.

[ Guess who...!! ]
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[personal profile] sociably 2021-09-04 01:32 am (UTC)(link)
[ 🤔 Who could he possibly be referring to!!!1!

Actually, the obvious insinuation here flies right over her head, Beatrix too focused on finding the perfect someone for Madam Veneer's son to even insert herself anywhere near this equation. Her expression clouds the more Sylvain talks, lips pursing as she takes in all this new information. ]


Oh.

[ She's pretty sure this mysterious son doesn't have brown hair. Or wear fancy blue armor. HMMMMMM but all hope is not lost!! She has to keep pressing on. ]

Well, what about other guys? Guys with [ shoot, what color hair does the son have, she can't remember ] nice blonde hair?

[ That doesn't take the shape of sad pasta noodles, sorry Dimitri. ]
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[personal profile] philandery 2021-09-04 01:51 am (UTC)(link)
[ Oof. Does she... does she really have no clue... It's as if he can see the cogs turning in her head... ]

Guys? [ Uhhh... Sylvain believes in the philosophy of trying most anything at least once (probably), but this is a bit of a departure from what he had in mind... ] What do other guys have to do with it?

[ Dimitri's fettuccine hair... pours one out for it...

Okay, he'll need to be direct here, won't he? He can do direct. ]


What I'm saying is... I'm interested in you, gorgeous. What's your name? How have we not met on this train yet?
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[personal profile] himbomb 2021-09-04 02:01 am (UTC)(link)
[In the midst of his explosive outburst, Rex is looking for a lot more than just objects to burn. He is no stranger to being a prisoner of sorts, as he has been trapped in this science experiment of a body since he was too young to know that it was more of a curse than a blessing, and so he decides to let off some steam the way he always does- By trolling. Such is the life of a superbully. Bullyhero. Jackass.]

UN: BOMBAF

that depends. what kinda artillery are we talkin here? and, ooh, ooh!

just how big is it?
sociably: having to make my own icons....disgusting (pic#15068717)

1/i'm already tired

[personal profile] sociably 2021-09-04 02:02 am (UTC)(link)
[ What do other guys have to do with it? She opens her mouth, fully prepared to give a jumbled explanation as to exactly what they have to do with it when— ]
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[personal profile] sociably 2021-09-04 02:02 am (UTC)(link)
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Is he.

Is this flirting. Is this guy flirting with her? ]
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[personal profile] sociably 2021-09-04 02:03 am (UTC)(link)
[ Oh Astrals, this guy really is trying to hit on her, noooOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO— ]
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[personal profile] sociably 2021-09-04 02:03 am (UTC)(link)
[ HOW COULD HER (AMAZING, GENIUS, PERFECT) PLAN BACKFIRE SO HORRIBLY, WHERE DID SHE GO WRONG ]
Edited (oh my god my SPELLING) 2021-09-04 02:04 (UTC)
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[personal profile] sociably 2021-09-04 02:04 am (UTC)(link)
[ Her eyes are a whirlwind of activity, darting back and forth in search of someone to come bail her out of this mess. Tragically for her, there is no one. ]

I—that's—I mean—there was—
sociably: (pic#15037615)

i'm going to fill out my drop form now, goodbye

[personal profile] sociably 2021-09-04 02:05 am (UTC)(link)
[ Her panic becomes too much for her to handle.



She punches him in the face. ]
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[personal profile] sociably 2021-09-04 02:09 am (UTC)(link)
[ Sweet, naive Beatrix takes this person's words at face value. Also, she doesn't understand euphemisms. ]

it's my sword

[ She literally just typed that? ]

also it's almost as tall as i am so maybe four feet long?
i promise it won't hurt though
at least not a lot
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bye forever...

[personal profile] philandery 2021-09-04 02:13 am (UTC)(link)
[ He is waiting for it...

And waiting...

And—OW that is a STRONG right hook. Sylvain lands right on his ass—thankfully it's got the extra padding now. He brings his hand up to rub tenderly at his cheek, and mumbles something to himself along the exact lines of 'should've seen that coming'... ]


...You could've just said you weren't interested...

[ Now he's got a broken heart AND a broken face... (Beatrix was 100% right to deck him don't let him say otherwise!!) ]
Edited 2021-09-04 02:14 (UTC)
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[personal profile] himbomb 2021-09-04 02:17 am (UTC)(link)
ch'yeah! i had a fuckin feeling

[Oh. Oh so this bitch is talking about a real sword, probably. Iiiis he interested? Sort of! If she's good with swords, that means she's got nice arms! But also? Less boobage probably, if she's too muscular-]

no worries, babe! i've got accelerated healing! so that shit probably won't hurt me as much as those regular wimpy assholes, and aaaaah

a d d i t i o n a l l y?

good luck pinning down a guy like me

getting outta dodge is my whoooole fucking bag, baby


[Beatrix? Beatrice? Also sounds like a grandma name! But she could be a bodacious babe with an ugly moniker.]

that bein said, i'm very flexible ❤️
Edited 2021-09-04 02:17 (UTC)
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[personal profile] sociably 2021-09-04 02:24 am (UTC)(link)
[ Those thotty bloomers pulling their weight....

As soon as she punches him, she feels a massive surge of remorse. She doesn't know anything about this guy but he doesn't seem like a bad sort. He definitely didn't deserve to get punched in the face for saying a few extremely cheesy words. Her face is contorted into a picture of despair, her hands hovering nervously by her face. ]


Aaack, I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to do that!

[ Is that a spot of red by his nose? Did she give him a nosebleed? What is real and what is fake, who truly knows at this point. But it doesn't matter, because for once she is perfectly equipped for the situation at hand. ]

Here, don't worry, I'll fix it [ fix what ] just hold still—

[ As this 5'3" girl grabs the sword off her back and proceeds to swing it right at his face.

Does Sylvain:
> stay where he is, ass on the ground
> run
> he really should run ]
sociably: having to make my own icons....disgusting (pic#15068717)

1/2

[personal profile] sociably 2021-09-04 02:25 am (UTC)(link)
[ why is this happening to her again ]
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2/2

[personal profile] sociably 2021-09-04 02:28 am (UTC)(link)
[ After her escapades with Thotmaster The First (Sylvain), Beatrix has finally grown one (1) whole brain cell as a defense mechanism against the unwanted advances of the (apparently many????) himbos populating this train.

She reads the message once. And then three more times. And then a fifth time for good measure. After maybe like, six minutes, Rex finally gets a reply back. ]










are you trying to flirt with me
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kurapika | ota | i also don't know what to put in headers

[personal profile] constrainer 2021-09-04 02:30 am (UTC)(link)
I. chicken wrangling
[ Are you, or is someone you know currently being attacked by an angry horde of chickens? You may be entitled to compensation. But really, the chickens at the chicken coop truly are quite aggressive, pecking and clawing at most people who even pass by and have a negative thought.

You are one such person. There's a chicken vice gripping your lovely locks with its talons, and it won't let go no matter what you do. There's feathers everywhere? And probably strands of hair everywhere, too. Anyway, Kurapika here has been helping feed the chickens at the chickens at said chicken coop for quite a few hours now, and looks on at your predicament with little more than a furrowed (slightly annoyed) brow. ]


Don't— don't thrash around like that. [ is he about to mansplain to you what you should do while being attacked by a chicken? yes ] You're going to attract more of them.

[ He says this like it is COMPLETELY OBVIOUS, why would you ever violently try to get a chicken off your head?? He doesn't lend a hand to help you with said chicken, but he does try to usher you off further away from the flock he was feeding with a bucket of dried corn. ]
II. mayor's house fancy food and snooping extravaganza
He hardly hides how wealthy he is.

[ Look, you've both taken the little wagon ride up the hill to come see what the hullabaloo about the Mayor's house is. You were greeted at the door with all the typical fanfare of someone who is extraordinarily wealthy; hors deouvres, champagne in little flutes on silver trays. The very mysterious expectation that they're only meant to stay in the lobby, with its velveted seats and high chandeliers. And the equally mysterious almost mirror like floor, polished to perfection.

Kurapika whispers this to you in a hushed voice once the servants leave the two of you with your drinks, his eyes narrowing on the hallway that leads out of lobby, where the servants retreat to. Also, those servants gave you each a little crostini, with caviar and beef tartare or the ye olden equivalent of fancy schmancy things like that. ]


I mean, can we really eat this?

[ people are dying kim?? ]
III. time to come up with some sophisticated lies
[ Madam Vermeer is truly desperate, because she's even taken to approaching people walking in pairs now, instead of just roping off innocent standalones. While she's pleading her case to the two of you, Kurapika raises his hand, shaking his head firmly. ]

I apologize, but we can't help you. [ His words are blunt, like he didn't even consider going along with learning to serve tea and be good spouse material to Madam Vermeer's darling son. ] We're already—

[ That's when she cuts Kurapika off, exclaiming already what?! and looking to you to complete his sentence. Hopefully you've got a good enough excuse up your sleeve to escape tea serving school!! ]
IV. yoink!!
[ Don't you hate it when you get attacked by a huge rabid pig in the middle of the night?? Yeah, that's the worst. It doesn't matter whether it looks like you had things handled against the pig, or were just cowering for your life - you'll still feel a cold, hard chain wrap two or three times around your midsection and arms, and then the extremely uncomfortable feeling of being yanked away from the pig's snapping jaws.

Following where the chain goes will lead to: Kurapika's hand! Yes, he's temporarily immobilized you to better Remove you from the danger. His intentions are pure, but there's definitely ample room for misinterpretation, because the chain is quite durable and difficult to break; if that pig catches up, you'll be defenseless unless he releases you! Plus, he totally just pulled you into a desolate and abandoned alleyway, where he's standing above you atop an overhang. He pulled you pretty hard to make sure you wouldn't get hit by the evil pig, which may mean you crash into the alley wall with a big oof. Sorry! ]
V. wildcard
( honestly i'm game for anything.... feel free to ping me on disco if u wanna plot anything!! )
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[personal profile] himbomb 2021-09-04 02:35 am (UTC)(link)
i dunno, babe

you tell me


[Luckily for poor Beatrix, Rex, while ever the horny bastard, is moreso looking to pick on people than pick up people right about now.]

i was over here, wrackin my wrinkly, lumpy lil 🧠, wonderin if you were tryin to 👊🏽 me or 🤬 me

[Translation: fight or fuck]

you made it sound like it could be, ehhhh

either/or! i'm good at both btw
Edited 2021-09-04 02:39 (UTC)
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[personal profile] sociably 2021-09-04 02:44 am (UTC)(link)
[ '👊🏽 me'? '🤬 me'????? Her medieval brain is not equipped to deal with this. ]

i guess i can fight you if you really want
but mostly i wanted to test out this new thing the train gave me
the message said if i hit someone with my sword i can heal them!


[ Wait, hold on— ]

oh but if you already heal up fast then there's not really a point using it on you
i guess i should find someone else
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[personal profile] himbomb 2021-09-04 02:48 am (UTC)(link)
[Oh wait, shit, he's injured actually-]

wait, wait, wait! HEY

i may heal up FAST but not immediately? my arm's fucked and also my back has been killing me 4eva yO wAIT fuckfuckfuckfuck


[But, before he trusts this random ass person-]

ur not planning on sellin my organs on the black market or some shit, are ya? cauuuuuse uh

good like tryin to knife me fam, you're gonna have 2 cut through a LOT also i think my liver is a lil iffy ill be honest, don't try to pawn that one off
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III, i'm so sorry jams

[personal profile] sociably 2021-09-04 03:03 am (UTC)(link)
[ In her defense, she's really not good with social situations under pressure. Doubly in her defense, she's spent way too much time around Sergeant Ilsa on a bad day, forced to listen to the older woman complain about the lack of good men out there while at the same time lamenting about how she'll never get married.

Is it really any wonder that the first thing her brain (and mouth) supplies upon being asked this very leading question is: ]


—Married!

[ why do fake dating when you can skip straight to fake marriage, i ask u this

As soon as she blurts out the word she slaps a hand over her mouth, but it is already Too Late. Madam Veneer stares at them silently for a long, agonizing second before clapping her hands together and ushering them forward.

Then you must simply come over for tea and tell me how the two of you met! Maybe my son can learn something from the two of you....

She keeps talking but Beatrix has already tuned her out, staring sideways at Kurapika in growing horror as the realization of what she's done finally hits her. They've saved themselves from tea serving lessons but at what cost. ]