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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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Taking the card from the human she grimace at it.]
Uhh this says it takes three hours to make. No way.
[riiiiip goes the recipe card.]
Let's just make some cookies and put them in a pile.
[Same??? Difference????]
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[Jill throws her hands in the air, brimming with glee.]
Screw the man! Down with the establishment! You can't tell us what to make, asshole!
[Haul Pollywood gives them an uneasy look. What hath his competition wrought.]
Okay, how do you make cookies? [She looks up at her companion, sweet as sugar once more.] Is it too late to say that I've never been in a kitchen before?
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Hell yeah! [Screw the man! Susie pumps her fist, then pauses - fist in mid air. Ah.] I don't cook either.
[Hm. That's a snafu.]
How hard can it be? Just put some milk and eggs in a bowl. Oh and sugar. [And all these things are right here! Convenient!] Check it out-
[Susie takes an egg between claws and very carefully- oops no. Her thumb went right through it and now there's yolk everywhere. But also in the bowl.] It worked. Now what's next?
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Whatever.]
A whole bunch of that powdery crap? [She sweeps the flour container over and dumps a generous dose in. A mini mushroom cloud puffs out and Jill, wary of her nose and unwilling to tap out just yet, hurls the jar to the wall and covers her nose.
SMASH!]
Aa—aaah...
[Pause. Three, two, one...
Jill whirls back around triumphant. She snatches a wooden spoon and pushes it at Susie's chest.]
All right! Whip it together, like you're scrambling some brains. We're outta chocolate, so...what else...
[Excuse her while she pulls open every cupboard and drawer and starts throwing things behind her. There goes the almond extract. And the teaspoon measures. And the Madagascar vanilla beans.]
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[Susie doesn't know why we're throwing things but she's getting into it. Her stirring motion is way more like some kind of combination of stabbing and shaking the bowl all at once, flour and sugar spilling over the sides in the maelstrom.
STIRRING FASTER NOW]
It's a susienato! Throw it all in there! We're not eating this crap!
She pauses to take one... secret lick of the spoon when Jill's back is turned. Mmm sweet.]
Not half bad!
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[Good flavour is still won't save the judges from food poisoning, but hey, all's fair in love and train war. She hopes.
In the meantime, she's found some mixings. Jill rises from the cupboards and slaps down a bag each of candy corn, white chocolate chips, fruit-flavoured marshmallows, shrimp crackers, and black licorice nibs.]
Move over! [She butts into Susie's side like an aggressive belly dancer (with surprising force for such a wee twig), swiping something from under her skirt.
A pair of scissors.
Unreasonably sharp ones. All she has to do is hold a bag by the corner and swipe the blade through, and there's a cascade of candy corn flowing into the bowl. The cut is as clean as an ink stroke on paper.]
These guys won't know what hit 'em.
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Great, lets put it in the oven at 1000 degrees!
[Wait.] Looks like it only goes up to 500.
[OH WELL. Looks like they're cooking it at 500. After the batter is whipped, the little candy corns sticking out like some kind of terrible mace made out of dough and candy corn, Susie lifts the bowl....
….and holds it over her mouth.]
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[Jill gives Susie's arm such a whack and snatches the bowl (there was some NBA level jumping involved, fuck you very much) and holds it far away from her sous chef gone rogue. You're lucky she's feeling magnanimous, the scissors are still poised on her knuckles.]
Eat the other crap! This is our meal ticket out! Literally.
[And with that she slaps heaps of dough onto an ungreased sheet. Into the 500 degree oven it goes!
Haul Pollywood and Bary Merry look on in fear.]
no subject
[Susie grouses, but can’t complain too much since the human is taking care of the rest.
There’s a tin of crushed almonds and she’s depositing them into her mouth by the fist full.]
We made a pretty good team. Guess I'm a natural human-whisperer.
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[Suddenly she's a chipper as a chickadee, clasping her hands in front of her skirt and giving a wee moe smile. Still with the tongue out. Inevitably.]
Sure we did! But hey, what if it was the other way around? Maybe I'm a —
[Slight pause. Chin scratch.]
What are you, exactly?
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[Apparently not. Susie points a thumb at herself.]
I'm a monster. Guess there aren't that many around here though.
[It's WEIRD.]
We can handwave the rest of this I think?
Whaddya know? So am I!
[One literal, one metaphorical.
Oop, something was smelling great! Also, a bit burnt. Jill all but slaps the oven open, fetching their half-singed glop and dumping it onto a fresh pan. It bursts. The outside is extra crispy, the innards are medium rare.]
Perfect! Let's go shove it down their throats.