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Downtime Log - 04
Log 04 - Downtime
Outcome to The Mine Car
And so, Minecraftia is saved! Overall, characters opted to focus on closing the mines. Passengers will receive a summary of their results on their phone (though there's still no sender), and will see it play out around them.
- With the deep mines closed off, the fungus responsible for the plague will no longer escape to the surface. Thanks to your thorough efforts, the dynamite has exposed new silver ore and treasure that the townsfolk can live off of, and the ancient mole civilization has also been laid to rest. They pass along this message:
- Totally radalicious for ya to do us a solid like that bros. You wouldn't believe how bad those acid spores were harshin' my buzz. See ya on the flip side. Cowabunga, dudes!
- Mayor Chadsef has been slain. The people of Minecraftia are grateful that his devious plots have been revealed, but are unsettled by some of your behavior. They are left without much leadership.
- Continue to fulfill objectives. Do not dwell on completed cars.
Though passengers can stay in Minecraftia for a while, the exit door is now open! Because presumably some of them killed and ate Chadsef, the denizens will eventually chase them out for being weirdos.
Numbers: All numbers will change as a result of this log. Overall, those who focused on the mines will see their numbers go down, and vice versa. However, this is character-driven: a character that went to the mines solely to loot for treasure may still see their number go up, and likewise, those that attacked Chadsef may still see their numbers go down if it coincides with character growth.
Illness: Those who fell ill will have lingering effects, but the plague will clear without exposure to the spores. Symptoms can fade as quickly or slowly as players wish.
Then, as characters exit Minecraftia, they will receive another new message.
FROM: clownductor one
Well, that was unexpected.
Regular train cars will now resume. Please note that to end your journey aboard the Existential Express, the numbers located on your body must go down to zero. Indulging in your bad habits will cause your number to increase indefinitely and infinitely. Do not think of it as a prison sentence, but...
...A journey along the railroad of self improvement.
And from here on out, we're back to our regularly scheduled downtime log! Good work, everyone!
The Dinosaur Car
As characters enter the car, their phones will notify them of a new objective…
That's not really an actionable objective, but you probably don't have much time to worry about it because in this car… there are dinosaurs! They seem to be engulfed in a vicious turf war between bickering herbivores and carnivores, and in the middle of the fighting is a flock of baby dinosaurs separated from their parents. :( Their size easily dwarfs the passengers, but compared to the adults, they're small and helpless and could use someone to take them back to their dens.
Unfortunately, not all the babies are cooperative. Some have no sense of danger, and others have too much sense of danger. While others won't stop crying, and some have decided that you're their new mother! Navigating them through the bickering adults won't be an easy task.
All carnivores except velociraptors have poor senses, so they'll only see you if you move. The herbivores will largely leave you alone... because they won't notice your presence at all, and will stomp on you with no reservations. Both sides will react poorly to violence against their own, so be prepared to run or fight if you're the hack-and-slash type. That said, these oversized reptiles are no pea-brains, and may actually be open to diplomacy…
The Crystal Car
As the characters enter the car, their phones will notify them of a new objective…
The inside of this car is peaceful and #aesthetic — everything is made of varying types of crystal, geodes, etc, and the pink sunlight glitters across every surface. What does this have to do with the objective? Nothing! Not everything in life has a meaning, you know?
However, there is one particularly shiny crystal not far from the door here, with a few fairly obvious hand-shaped indents. When touched, the crystal will shimmer and shine to an emotional song. But not just any song — it has to have sentimental value to the singer. That's right, you can't just pick the classiest tune of your Sp*tify to pretend you have good taste to your friends. This is about a mother's lullaby, or the horrible mix tape your first boyfriend made you, or the randumb song you made up with your friends as a kid. Once the crystal is satisfied with your performance, the exit door will open.
The Otome Car
As the characters enter the car, their phones will notify them of a new objective…
The assorted NPCs of this neo-noir world are occupied with solving grisly murders. Passengers will find themselves in roles such as jaded private investigator, lackadaisical forensics tech, vigilante hacker, bright-eyed and bushy-tailed dame, etc... but more importantly, above every character's head is what looks like a progress bar.
When someone encounters another passenger, the bar will fill up according to how much they trust and/or like them. (Yes, this will out anyone who's been sneaky or dishonest about their feelings.) In order to fill this 'trust gauge' to max, characters must pick the right dialogue options with each other (i.e. not piss each other off, flatter one another, etc. You may also interpret this as literal otome dialogue prompts, if you like), or otherwise convince all the NPCs that they care for each other. Maybe it's by holding hands, or fake dating, or pretending Wheatley is your beloved son orb (sorb).
Once both bars are completely full, characters will abruptly discover the murderer was the cop all along. They'll receive a bag of Sn*ckers for their detective work. Good end! If characters do poorly at this get-along task, they may get various Bad Ends, which will usually result in them nearly dying (or actually dying) before starting over from a previous checkpoint. Successive bad ends will turn more and more ridiculous over time.
The GBBO Car
As the characters enter the car, their phones will notify them of a new objective…
Upon entering the car, passengers will find themselves in a large tent. The tent contains rows of baking stations, equipped with ovens and a variety of kitchen equipment. Along the sides of the tents are fridges and freezers, and at the back of the tent is a pantry which will manifest any ingredient a passenger can think of. As passengers bake however, they'll find that they need to work together as access to the gadgets and ingredients is split between individuals. Whether it's the oven refusing to start, or eggs consistently slipping from their grasp, passengers will need to rely on a partner regardless of skill level. Characters that try to work on their own will consistently end up with a terrible tray of brownies, no matter what they're trying to bake.
Passengers will have 3 hours to create the dish listed on their station before being subjected to the scrutiny of celebrity judges: Haul Pollywood and Bary Merry. Ready... set... bake!
The Hand Holding Car
As the characters enter the car, their phones will notify them of a new objective…
Upon entering this car, passengers will find themselves in total darkness. There is nothing around them except, visible by the light of their phones, a single torch. They'll find that they can't light it using magic or matches, and that it only blazes bright when they hold the hand of another passenger. As soon as that contact is lost, the torch will go out.
There is no path or indicators as they trek forward—nothing but the black nothingness, their fellow passenger and the torch. But eventually, whispers. A cold sensation crawling up their spine, and the sudden, unshakeable fear of the person whose hand they're holding. A voice will warn them of the evil hidden in their partner's heart, the weapons they carry, and describe to them in vivid detail all the ways they could end their life, or worse. There's nothing more terrifying to you than this person, but if you let go, then there's only darkness.
One final catch: this connection goes beyond fear. Characters will find themselves able to read each other's thoughts while holding hands.
The Vacation Car
As the characters enter the car, their phones will notify them of a new objective…
The vast interior of this car is filled with a white, sandy beach. Clear water stretches as far as the eye can see, and the shoreline is dotted with everything you'd find at a popular boardwalk: food stands, cool drinks, tacky swimsuit huts, a brightly lit ferris wheel. Vendors don't accept money, but will gladly share their goods in exchange for good deeds. The beach is open to all, and sports all manner of coral and sea creatures.
(This may include flying sharks and giant octopi.)
And to top it all off, there's an enormous seaside spa! There are various different rooms, providing all kinds of treats to relax: bathing pools both hot and cool, luxurious showers, wet and dry saunas, lounging areas with refreshing drinks and snacks, and even several outdoor hot springs! Above them is always a clear night sky, with auroras dancing against the darkness if you get lucky. How does this all work in the same climate? Don't worry about it.
The spa is largely autonomous: bathing products automatically replenish themselves, food and drink appears and cleans itself up on its own, and there are somehow always warm towels and fluffy robes. This also means that no one is actually running some of the stations — namely the manipedi and massage rooms — so you may have to lend a helping hand or two.
OOC Notes
Car Order: While the cars are linear and in the order shown, characters can freely move between these six cars for the next three weeks — players may assume 1:1 IC:OOC time ratio.
Locks: Passengers may follow other characters out of cars after they've been unlocked — so in general, players can assume optional cars on downtime months are unlocked if they don't want to play in them. Likewise, if your character ICly would not participate in a car but you still want to play with those prompts, you can assume they're locked in and must complete objectives. Feel free to pick and choose what you'd like to play from any downtime log!
Update: We will also have a small update in the coming weeks — the setting won't change, but there will be a few more (optional!) aspects to play with later.
Feel free to direct questions to our Discord help channel. Have fun!
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A) JEFF GOLDBLUM'S HEAVING CHEST (Dinosaurs)
[Something has been pursuing you through the underbrush. When you hit a dead end, it emerges. It's not as big as some of the other creatures here, but it's got a hell of a lot of teeth.]
Awwww, is this where you've run off to?
[The creature quivers, tail wagging and spinning around to face the girl sidling out from behind a tree. "MAMA!" it croaks. She thrusts her arms out and it presses its snout into her waiting hands for precious scritches.
Turns out it's just a ten foot tall baby.
The girl, who is half its height and whose tongue hangs from her mouth regardless of what she's doing with it, dips to the side and gives you the once over.]
Oh look! Did my big boy find a snack?
B) NATIONAL LAMPOONS (Vacation)
[Wherever you're headed on the magic of this beachside sojourn, there is a hand snarling in your shirt.]
Hold it!
[The girl accosting you is none other than your adorable murderous fiend in residence, Jill! Not that you might know that yet, haha whoops. She's got a bright smile on her face, though her eyes are a little too intense to just be soaking up the sun.]
Hi there! Sooooo sorry to bother you, but this cheapskate over here— [Her sunniness turns into a sudden snarl, pointing lividly at a humble swimsuit vendor. He raises his hands in surrender and glances to the side like he wants to make a break for it.] —won't sell me a bikini unless I do something "nice."
So! What would you like? Keep it reasonable. Do you prefer legs, or ass? I'd offer to flash some tits if I had any, but you're shit outta luck there.
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C) YOU KNOW HOW TO WHISTLE DON'T YOU? (Otome)
[Toko, who has felt more ridiculous in her life but still feels pointedly stupid, has been assigned the role of some, uh. Sexy librarian? Sexy computer geek? She'd call herself an out and out old movie dame with her hair piled high in a bun and the cat eye glasses, but the pencil skirt's too short, the knee high boots have spikes on the heel, and her silky blouse is missing WAY TOO MANY BUTTONS. And what for? She's practically all ribs, this is just more humiliation!
What's worse is that in the middle of her (?) library, there's a corpse that's been brutally stabbed to death at its desk.]
No no no no! [Toko's wedged herself in a corner, eyes closed, hand over mouth. Good thing she doesn't faint at blood anymore.] Not again!
[When some intrepid gumshoe approaches, the panic gets even worse.]
IT WASN'T ME! I j-just got here! I have n-n-nothing to do with it! Maybe you're suspicious, you ever think about that?!
[Those relationship bars are likely looking pretty low, partner. Help a girl out.]
D) HOW COULD THIS HAPPEN TO ME.wav (Handholding, melodramatic angst)
[The news about their numbers. Her recent instability. The all encompassing tar of darkness. It's a deadly combination.
Toko's got a litany of phobias, but the biggest has always been the dark. When she steps into this latest car, she is swallowed by it. Her phone barely lights up at all, save for her to find a torch and no matches to light it. Then the battery dies, and there's no one who answers when she calls for help. She'd taken a few blustering steps too many, and now she can't find the door.
Now she's wound up on hands and knees. Shaking, suppressing tears, feeling her way around in pitch black. On top of feeling witlessly terrified (she can't shake the imagery of the Pit and the Pendulum, wondering when she's going to feel the edge of the precipice and tumble to her death), Toko is awash with shame. What kind of a grown woman loses her mind over something so childish?
A worse thought strikes her then: could this be a punishment car? What if you could only pass through if your number was low enough? Like they were weeding out the chafe. It makes sense to get rid of hopeless cases. She can't make up for what she's done — what that bitch has done — and so she's got to rot away here. Alone. Unseeing. There could be anything in here with her.
There could be nothing at all.]
H...hello? [Her voice is small and tremulous. No one had answered before and she hasn't heard the door open, but she has to try. They can't leave her here. It's not fair. It's too dark.] Anyone?
[If they have to leave her, fine, just please don't let her be alone...]
E) WILDCARD, BOTH GALS
((Don't play coy. You know the drill. PM, DM, surprise me, request me, I'm game for it all~))
Jeffy G take the wheel
[ And the can only see movement model of evasion only works as long as the predator doesn't make a lucky bumble almost directly into its prey. Vidal darts through trees and brush like a field mouse flushed from its burrow, break line of sight, he just had to break line of sight and— just like that, there's a steep, rocky outcrop to the left, a knot of gnarled trees impassably thick to the right, converging on a point, and he's skidding to a stop before he wedges himself in too tightly. ]
[ Swearing under his breath, he turns and freezes up again... Not out of pure fear, but something more along the lines of dread as a gratingly familiar voice calls out, and completely transforms the dinosaur's body language into something almost puppy-like at the drop of a hat. ]
[ It shifts his own from flighty to almost hostile, more indignant than it is apprehensive. The lady of the hour, huh. Last they'd met, it had hurt to roll over in bed, now he's light on his feet again, ready to throw down, and she's got a ten foot murder machine nuzzling her hands and vying for pets. ]
[ He had fully intended to approach her with civility the next time he caught wind of her with working legs, but frankly the sheer equal-if-not-exponential power imbalances of their encounters is enough to spark his immediate ire. ]
Oh come on, sister, were the scissors not enough for you?!
you don't want to end up like Sam Jackson
Jill can't help cackling at the sight, a full-bellied affair. What did this idiot do, crack his ass on a stack of mirrors? His luck is phenomenally awful. Really, the only way it could be worse is if he were just a titch younger, and she were a titch less benevolent.]
Awww, quit your whining! I didn't plan any of this! It's just kismet. We were destined to meet again! [The dino-baby chirrups and butts his head against her hands again. She dutifully continues to slather him with affection, eyes on the prize all the while.
Well. Prize is an exaggeration.]
Don't wet yourself. I'm not gonna hurt you. Or maybe you're into that, in which case I'm very happy to oblige. Really, just say the word. Unless...
[Here the grin drops. She leans her cheek against the dino's jaw, affecting a pout.]
You're gonna go crying to Gloomy again? What'd you say to her, anyway? She was so stern with me, so very cross, I thought she might smack me with a ruler like the bad girl I am...
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[ But in the face of a thousand razor sharp teeth, he's got two hopes to cling to here: the fact that at first glance, that scaly overgrown toddler seems to be attached enough to her to probably obey her to some extent... and that she's made a promise not to kill. To someone that matters, in theory. Someone whose opinion she respects, even when what they didn't know couldn't hurt them. ]
[ ... That doesn't diminish the fact that that's a big fucking dinosaur. ]
We just had a little chit-chat about your situation, all right? And I'm choosing to not shout it from the rooftops so long as you behave yourself.
[ Though his own expression winds up a little perplexed, backing up. ]
You two can communicate?
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Behave? How so? I'm already swearing off killing, what more do you want?
[She cocks a hip and cants her head, smile turned salacious.]
Don't tell me you're aiming for an easy squeeze.
[He probably isn't. Looks like he'd get a hernia if he came within fifteen feet of them. Still, can't help but poke him a little. He just says the darnedest things.]
Oh, yeah, she texted me. [The dino seems to be melting under her ministrations, or maybe he's just bored now that that the chase is over. Either way he's sitting down, tail swishing through the grass and fallen leaves.] They gave us separate accounts. Don't know who's running the place but I gotta thank 'em for that! I've never had my own phone or nothing, that Debbie Downer never let me do anything fun.
You don't know her password, do you?
[She tried six times to login in as Toko, then got herself locked out. What a pain.]
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hold hand
—Toko?
[ His voice is steady, if urgent in response to hers, trotting over to the sound of her voice. He's not especially graceful—he'd trip over her if he were going full-tilt here—but he's slowed by the fact that he can't see two inches in front of him, or any pits that lay below. It's hard to tell. Her voice might even be a trap.
But he pays those threats no mind, calling out again once he's closer. ]
Can you come towards my voice?
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D-Dimitri?!
[There is a furious fumbling and steady clunk, the torching thunking gracelessly with every move as she scrambles to the source of the noise. It's not long after he calls a second time that there's a hand latching to his ankle. It's followed by a sharp cry, and suddenly she's hugging his legs.]
Oh — oh th-thank god! Don't leave!
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[ She's very lucky that he doesn't kick her in the face in surprise? Don't just grab him like this?? It's kind of payback for the museum car, though. He wobbles for a moment at her suddenly grasp, though he manages to steady himself before he falls and crushes her.
But after that, he gives her a sympathetic look that she won't see. She sounds so relieved—her voice is enough to betray how fearful she is of the dark, even when he can't see her face. ]
I wasn't intending to leave you. [ He extends her a hand, trying to sound encouraging as he attempts to pry her to her feet. ] Come now, it's all right.
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Th-thank you...
[There's movement above, the kind that can safely be interpreted as extending a hand to her. She lifts her own, tentatively feeling in the darkness. She'd hate to have a repeat of what happened with Claude, but they make contact.
Then the torch in her other hand sparks to life.]
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cw: child abuse
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c we're going full otome
Then she looks at the body on the desk, oh right. there's a point to all of this, isn't there.]
Of course not, that would make this whole thing too easy.
[they have to go through the motions first!! she adjusts her too-big cap, and then starts rifling through her pockets for something useful. she pulls out a magnifying glass.... great]
omg i was going to come for you!!!! reaches for your hand!!!
D-don't sound so disappointed. [As if she ought to be guilty, just to make this girl's job a breeze? Please. Toko peels off the wall she'd been clinging to and advances, wringing her hands and trying valiantly to close the gap in her shirt. It's a futile endeavor, it's been tailored very specifically with "hot slut" in mind. She gives an envious glare to that baggy overcoat.]
Is that really all you have? [Re: Magnifying glass. This whole set up was ridiculous. Toko groans under her breath, chancing a glance at the corpse. Looks to be about seven stab woAAUAAUGH;LAKJSLDK god she hates this!!!] L-look, just check his pockets or something! Sometimes there's a note. M-meet here at this time, or an invitation...
GRIPS UR HAND... TWINS
Eunyoo does not object to this demand surprisingly, probably because she's kind of grimly fascinated with said body that's been shishkabobed, and duly approaches the scene of the crime... in that she starts rifling through said pockets. She pulls out a wallet, then tosses it over her shoulder at Toko,]
Maybe it's in there.
[the note, the invitation, or maybe a library card that will identify this person beyond CORPSE, in the meantime Eunyoo just sticks her hands into more dead man pockets. and pulls out
a fistful of dog biscuits and a bright neon leash, perfect for a small dog. She makes a face,]
Did you see a dog anywhere? [maybe it got up on its hind legs and stabbed this man seven times]
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[Toko fumbles the wallet. It plops to the floor. She has to perform a delicate dance in order to bend down in these high, high heels and not reveal anything beneath her skirt. Nor to let her top gape more than it already is.
By time she's done her wobbly bend and snap, the detective girl is asking about a dog.]
What? No. Th-this is a library. [GOD.] That is weird though.
[She flops the wallet open and pulls through. Some kind of phoney money, probably worth nothing beyond this car. A picture of him and said dog. Neither look to have a thought in their head.]
I d-don't think this dog is worth anything. It looks like a mixed breed. [You know. If he got murdered over a prize pooch or something. Animal enthusiasts are weird. She weeds out an I.D. and cants her head curiously.]
Oh...unless..."M-Moriai Kotaro, President of the International Sheepdog Society"?
[Toko pulls a face.]
This is weird. I don't like this. Can we p-pick a different murder to solve?
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Or use that shit for a sight gag.]
Well, hello nurse.
[He pulls the square frames on and off his face to simulate the cartoony eye boy-yoi-yoing motion... You know the one.]
You look cute today.
[His words towards her may be described as callous or even bombastic, but Rex's fondness for Toko is now very blatantly on display over his head. The 70 percent (look, a passing grade) quickly jumps to a 75, and he leans over her library desk to put a direct visual blockade between herself and he body.]
'Kay, so. Good news is? It seems like this is all a simulation or whatever so I'm pretty sure we can assume that's not a real dead guy. I'm workin' at the coroner's office. Actually, I think I am the coroner. Weird, huh?
[He takes a peek at the NPC investigators, winking. Murder and crime-solving is actually not at all a bad gig for him. While some would assume that the link between his competence in this regard stems from the superhero life, it's Rex's dark past that's given him a cutting edge. He successfully killed an array of decorated military heroes, foreign dignitaries, and high-ranking government officials all before he got his first pubic hair... And without getting caught.]
Can you believe this loser-town outfit they've got me struttin' around in? I know I could look hotter than hell in an old sack of potatoes, but this is just rude! I think somebody's got it out for me.
You doin' okay?
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Rex's arrival signals that A) she's less likely to be arrested on sight and B) that she needs to get her wits together. She's already looked like a complete fool in front of him several times, and now she's dressed like this and he's walking over, pulling out a pair of glasses.
Glasses?
The gag has her slapping one arm over her chest and the other stretching to tug her skirt even a smidgen lower. It is not very successful. Toko has gone beet red at once, and he may note the flush extends past her collar.]
P-p-put your eyes away, pig! [It's not fair to say crap like that. She already knows he finds her vulgar, this is just cruel.
Oh, but he's getting to business. For once she seems to listen attentively. And did he — did he scoot squarely in front of the body? Funny, he pulled a similar move back in the tavern that one time.]
Do you actually kn-know how to deal with a body? Or just punch them? [She can't imagine superheroes are universally forensics experts. They probably make more messes than they clean up. Still, he's got a point. It's in the train's murky water between real and not real. Plus none of the passengers have been here long enough to be the cause of this horrible plot twist.] I c-can't believe this. Just as long as nothing starts pointing to me! I w-won't stand for being framed, you know!
[It doesn't sound like a passing fright.
When he complains about his costume, Toko's bar wobbles. If you'd asked her to call it, she'd put it at five percent. She wants Rex out of her hair, not in her face. She'd be sickened to know it's swelling to forty-eight.]
Here I was g-going to say you look better when you're not dressed like a traffic cone. [She scowls. It's...much better than his usual outfit. He dresses up well. Looks halfway dapper, even. Infuriating.] H-how do you think I'm doing?! A man is dead! And what's with this —
[She reaches up to slap at his status bar. It shimmers in the air, but does not budge.]
What is th-this thing? Get rid of it.
im sorry i responded so quickly
Ex-murderers, however? A professional hitman, one with hundreds of kills under his belt, someone who was never caught... To the credit of the investigators that were unable to pink him down, by virtue of being scouted, trained, and genetically engineered, his abilities were a secret to the world, and unique. Rex Sloan, and then Rex Splode, is and was one in a million as a result.]
Slow down, Booksquirm. I asked how you were doin'! Obviously, that dude over there has just had the worst day of his life, and the last.
[Fukawa digs her own grave as usual. Her gawking is nothing new, but Rex does not miss that little compliment for a second. He opens his mouth to address it, then tapped on his shoulder by one of his NPC "colleagues."
Annoyed, he turns to fire back at the poor bastard. Verbally-speaking.]
Oh, for the love of god, you lunatics! I'm tellin' ya, it's not her. If it was, she'd've been caught on camera! Look, look, look- You know there's a way to tell if that cinema reel was fucked with.
The cams they've got around here are pretty old-timey, so they've got a stamp at the bottom. If anyone screwed with the security footage, those minutes are gonna be missing. If little miss lewd library girl has an alibi for that amount of time, like if anybody saw her anywhere else, etcetera etcetera, we can probably rule her out!
And if that doesn't convince ya, I'm positive the autopsy's gonna give us some real clues.
[Rex waves a hand at Fukawa, resisting the urge to snap at her with his fingers. Baby steps.]
When you came to, is this what you saw?
[also these slacks are tight as hell have fun lookin at dat ass horny girl]
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me crying as i watch toko's meter dip
they're never getting out of this car
nsfw kabby if this is 2 much...
icki pls unless you're getting into coprofagia we're probably good
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cw: self esteem issues, unhealthy relationship dynamics, capital punishment, child abuse
not me spotting typos in the rex tag before this, *PUT UP WITH gomen
D!!!!
But when he hears a somewhat familiar voice break through the silence of the car, Jinwoo stops short, tilting his head in the direction of where he thinks it had come from.
If he knew what this place was capable of, he'd continue on without a reply. He's a bad match up especially in this car for any unfortunate soul who comes across him, but as it stands, he can't just ignore someone in distress. ]
Hello? [ he answers back. ] Who's there?
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The voice takes her aback. She hushes up a moment. Trying to match it to a face. It's been over a month since the first and last time she's heard it, and her paranoia has her teetering on a brittle ledge.]
...F-fukawa!
[He sounds familiar (and nothing like Sukuna, which is the absolute worst case scenario), so she'll take this chance. Toko shuffles forward on all fours, torch still in hand. Maybe he can hear that, too. She might worry about giving away her position but this is a desperate time if there ever was one. She just needs to find someone else. Preferably with a light.]
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[ It's been a while but he remembers her (miraculously, but also she'd left quite the, uh, impression), and Jinwoo digs out the phone from his pocket to turn on the flashlight. It had been useless to him when he'd been wandering around alone, the beam of light just staring into more darkness, but maybe it'll help here. ]
Fukawa, it's Jinwoo. If you can see light from my phone, head toward it.
[ He's trying to make his own way over to where he thinks the sounds of shuffling are coming from in the meantime. ]
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Steady on, Toko, you're gonna rip it! I know it doesn't leave much to the imagination but I want it to stay in one piece, [ She pries the younger girl's hand away and smooths down the garment as best she can. ]
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Jill does unhand the gal, hands up in surrender and brows raised. Ah. So it's another one of Gloomy's best buddies. That girl has really gotten around, hasn't she? For a second, she debates correcting her.
Then she adopts a fretful furrow between her brow and clutches her hands to her chest.]
Oh, sorry! I duh-didn't mean to!
[Jill bats her lashes once or twice, wide-eyed as a lamb.
It's more of a mockery than an imitation, but no one ever guesses shit unless they're looking for something off. People just want everything to be A-Okay, they'll happily overlook a few quirky outbursts from that weird writer chick.
Or at least, they did when she was a complete reject. Here, the people seem to like Gloomy. How long can she keep up the act when there's a hint of familiarity involved?]
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Oh well. It's probably a joke or something. She laughs and waves it off. ]
Whatever, it's fine. What were you saying, before? It just kinda went in one ear and out the other, ya know.
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I can't sleep have a boomerang
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a!!!
Instead, it looks like its big lizards.
How did so many of them get separated from their parents? Maybe this is the real reason people get brought onto the train. Every couple of weeks some new group needs to come through for babysitting duty.
Anakin moves comfortably through the brush despite the size of the creatures they share the land with. And despite what he knows, feels, is happening. That he's being followed. But in time, the path he's following comes to an end and by extension, the creature pursuing him will be drawn out by the potential for an easy meal. It's another one of the lizards, another kid one he thinks? This time with a long mouth. Snout. Whatever.
And also with- oh.
Recognition softens his stance; Anakin's arms come up to fold casually across his chest.] You know we're supposed to be returning them, right?
WELP
In that singular, time-stopping moment, it's all over for her.]
Oh, my, my, my! [What was he saying? All she's hearing is the choir of angels, strumming their harps and harmonizing in heavenly key. Her scarlet gaze sweeps down (slick belt, runner's thighs, boots coming to a tapered point) and up (broad chest, shoulders set in proud poise, slender slope of the neck, good god that jaw! Brooding eyes! Lips, cheekbones, brow, rakishly combed hair!), slow and salacious as can be. As if the way her tongue was hanging out the side of her mouth were no clear indication of where her mind is at.
Jill claps her hands to her cheeks and pants audibly, a fiery flush singeing her complexion. Shit, when was the last time she had it this bad on sight? Was it her first love, back in Shikoku? Sweet Junichiro, who ran behind the fishmonger's and tried to make her stumble, toppling the bin of carcasses as he fled? Master Byakuya, svelte and trim and slim in his school day haze, reading with one leg crossed in the Hope's Peak library?
Ooooof, maybe even better than that. This crush has been stewing. Maybe it's this jungle heat, maybe it's the thrill of having a hundred razor sharp teeth and a bone-snapping bite at her beck and call, but man she is feeling it!]
Puh-leeeeease tell me you're unarmed. Or don't! Oh boy oh boy, you look like you've got some fight in you...what do you prefer? Swords? Knives? Hand to hand, skin to skin?! I'm burning up! I'm gonna blow my top!
[She giggles and takes a giddy spin on the spot, heels kicking high, squealing into her hands before they rake into her hair. Her eyes have blown feverishly wide. She looks like she might rip the locks out by the roots.]
TELL ME YOUR FUCKING NAME!
💖 💖 🚑
His chin lifts, not haughty, just unmoved. Unintimidated.]
Anakin Skywalker [He calls it out the way a battalion returns fire.
Around them the jungle is still warm and damp and breathing. There are still more of these creatures out there, like the one that bends to her touch before she withdraws. The air buzzes around him as she spins wildly, digging her fingers into her dark hair and gripping at it.]
Who are you?
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