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Priority Log - Part 1
Log 05 Priority (Part I)
Have you all been enjoying your weeks at the spa and/or getting chased by dinosaurs? Well, it's time to get a move on! The next car awaits: it's time for a new priority car. Like last time, passengers will not be able to leave this car for two logs, so buckle in!
The Big Screen Car
As characters enter the car, their phones will send them a new notification...
> OBJECTIVE:
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NAME: The Big Screen Car
TECHNOLOGICAL ADVANCEMENT: Earth-ish, 2021
DANGER LEVEL: [ERROR]
AVERAGE CRITIC REVIEW: 5/5 Stars
COMMON DENIZENS: Varied
CUISINE: Overpriced gluten-sensitive sandwiches, overpriced coffee
...What a weird spam text? There's a lot of those going around lately.
Well, time to get to work!
Passengers will arrive in this car believing that they've lived in this car their entire lives. Effectively a modern AU version of themselves, they will have no knowledge of their powers, their past, or any details about their original worlds. Instead, they will believe they grew up in the modern day, that this is a place called DANACA, and that they work with an entertainment management company, FONY, in some capacity.
Maybe that makes you a director, producer, agent, model, singer, actor, idol, musician, sound guy, make-up artist, e-sports hotshot, lighting tech, beleaguered script writer, overworked intern, some dude who delivers sandwiches and ends up as an extra all the time... As a media giant, FONY has it all! And you're expected to work together on a litany of up and coming projects: the FAMA Awards Show, which will preview several hotly anticipated albums, shows, events, and movies! And that means all hands on deck. Characters will have very little problem with their AU skills, even if they never had any relevant experience in canon.
LOCATIONS
When characters get a breather, the car around them is a busy metropolis city with warm, dry weather that welcomes several beaches and pools. (It's literally LA, but with public transpo.) Enjoy all the modern amenities, like you've never lived without them! Passengers can visit any location that makes sense for a modern city, but here are some hotspots:
Club L'Euntaerio: The hottest club in Danaca! They keep the temperature uncomfortably low as they play only Danacan artists, like The Tragically Lame, or Dreka. Regardless, the night life here is vibrant, so it's a great place to let loose a little.
CN Corner: Not a destination so much as the corner beside Club L'Euntaerio, unofficially known to be the place to make illicit connections. Shady dealings happen here all the time, so it's a great place for designer drugs, information on your enemies, and alley-way shankings.
One drug in particular is on the rise. Sand, which provides Denizens with a mild high, will cause passengers to see people as other other characters from their canon. Even if you're not a fan of drugs, it's called Sand for a reason: it gets in everything (e.g. drinks, gummies, cigarettes, etc).
The New Danaca Mall: A newly renovated mall with three floors of your favorite retail outlets like Danaca Moose and Aboots! The employees are all fed up though, and you may end up hired on the spot for a part-time gig, or to hand out samples and promo materials because you're famous. If you manage to avoid retail hell, maybe you can just grab some boba and a pretzel and chill out with your friends.
Zoo: A zoo and garden with all kinds of strange, interesting creatures! You have your stock tigers, lizards, etc... as well as the odd addition from your home worlds. Trying to remember where you recognize these creatures will give you a headache though, so relax and enjoy your time here!
There is also a particularly troublesome goat here that will try to eat your things, or follow you home.
NOTABLE DENIZENS
Denizens vary from your stock humans to aliens and sentient animals. No one really seems to bat an eye at this — it's simply life in Danaca, where people from all walks of life have ended up. Here are some notable denizens that players are welcome to use at their convenience:
Mister Beaton: Beaton is one of FONY's attorneys, and one slip-up away from being arrested for embezzlement. He only works on full moons, but when he does, he often plants suspicious wads of cash on people, leaving them to be chased by FONY's security dogs in his stead.
Eliza Faulkner: The daughter of the CFO's newest wife, who hates everything and thinks the media is overrated. She dresses in sustainably sourced, hand stitched Amish clothing, and often threatens employees into getting her food or other items by using her step-father's position at the company. She will also spread malicious rumours to cause problems, such as claiming that someone had an affair and is now pregnant. :)
Nettle Tale: A power-mom animal consultant at FONY, who sometimes will dump her charges on unsuspecting bystanders whenever parenthood calls. Her usual pets are an extremely amorous anaconda, and a miniature pony that will cry unless held like a baby, but she's known for leaving all kinds of creatures in unprepared hands!
Chad Chadsef: No matter how famous or successful you might be, the head of FONY entertainment, CEO Chad Chadsef, is a very busy person! In fact, you can't ever seem to get an appointment or spot them, no matter how you may try.
OTHER
It's like you've been here forever, but... sometimes, you wonder if that's really the case. Maybe it's a slip-up at work where you forget your lines, or a sense of ill-placed deja vu, or a reflection in the mirror that doesn't match what it should. Characters may experience glimpses of their real lives, but they will be joined by an unsettled agitation and chill. The longer they dwell on it, the colder and more disorienting it gets, until they finally pass out with a fever.
Opt-out: For a few, this 'new' life doesn't seem to take root. Players that would rather opt-out of playing an AU will have their characters wake up in bed, still surrounded by their AU life. However, they won't recognize any of it. Whether it's a call from your mom, a job as a singer you've never had, or the very world around you, you'll realize that it's all a fabrication of the car.
These characters will feel a slight chill all the time, despite the weather. The more attention they draw to themselves, and the more they try to enlighten others of the car mechanics, the colder it gets, as though the chill is physically gripping down on them. NPCs will start to stare blankly at them, and a sense of dread will settle in their stomachs. It may be wiser to try and play along until you know what's going on.
OOC Notes
- AU Plotting: Players are encouraged to AU their CR! Everyone can already know each other, whether in passing or more, so feel free to user our plotting post to collaborate on AU details. Consider also filling out your FONY employee profile in the comments for other players to reference!
- Powers: Characters may keep their powers or not, player's choice. Keep in mind that they will not cognitively be aware of their abilities, and may not know how to use or control them. Think of a "Spider-man discovering his powers for the first time" scenario.
- Transformations: The Halloween curses will no longer be effect this log. Non-human characters can opt to transform into humans, but it isn't required.
- Backstories: For ease of AU purposes, players can make up whatever countries they like, etc. Characters do not need to be from Danaca originally, but everyone should live a reasonable commute from work.
- Items: Characters' inventories will be in a trunk at the foot of their bed, though they may not remember what they are. All characters are allowed one free item from home.
Go wild with it, but feel free to reach out with any questions on Discord!
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USED NASTY PLOT
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USED BIND, let's do this
it's not swiping Celeste's swag if she isn't being lolita about itToko, who is being led away from the CN Corner, is still petulantly protesting her innocence.!]You don't understand, I w-wasn't doing anything! [Toko's footing flounders and she nearly tumbles into Persian. Why did it have to be the weirdest, grouchiest damn guard on the lot? Who gave him a permit for this crazy panther thing?] I'm j-just drunk, I didn't do anything! You're just m-making stuff up to humiliate me—ah!
[Must be the cat hair. Toko rears back, yanking her cuffed hands to her face. But alas, too late.]
Aa-CHOO!
[And quite suddenly, the stumbling, fumbling, Sand-addled starlet is no more.]
Oh me, oh my! Are we up to no good tonight? Or is this all just foreplay? Cops and robbers? Have I been a bad little glasses girl?
[In the blink of an eye those cuffed hands are knotted in the old man's collar, her face mere inches from his. Livid, long-tongued, and off her rocker.]
Well tough titty! I'm getting out of this train car and no sad sack coffin knocker's gonna stop me! Gimme the key!
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Nanu is still in shock but manages to get both his wrists over hers. She's got a strength in her now that seems divorced from the Toko he knows--even this weird memory-altered one who didn't know him the same way. More startlingly, it seems eve that piece of knowledge just got thrown out the proverbial train window. She knows. She knows which means she's been playing the long con better than him or something else entirely was going on. Either way this is a bad bad time and place. ]
Toko Furton-Cartier-- [Said very much with the stern disapproval of a thousand uncle-dads. ] You need to shut your mouth right now.
[ He wrestles with her for a moment before managing to secure both wrists between one of his hands, enough to free up his other which he promptly uses to shove over her mouth... tongue be damned. Gross. He presses hard and growls in her face through grit teeth, a hushed tone that implicates both of them are going to get into trouble if she keeps acting out. ]
You can't say things like that out in the open. [ Even speaking as vaguely as he is, he feels a cold chill on his neck. ]
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That gives the old coot enough time to nab her wrists. Jill snarls and yanks, sneering as he scolds her.]
That's not my name! I'm sick of hearing it!
[A shiver that has nothing to do with the chill of night licks her gooseflesh to life. Every time she's spoken up about how this is all horseshit, some kind of winter wind kicks up out of nowhere. She's beginning to take it a little personally. It's enough to make a girl want to bolt for the exit, before she winds up sneezing or conking out so Gloomy can waddle their ass straight back to their gilded prison.
Just as Jill lifts one spike-heeled boot to belt that kooky panther in the face, the guy spits out something interesting. She holds. Foot still poised midair. Her balance is incredible for someone who'd taken a big ol' rip of Sand earlier.]
What things? [She says low, glaring beneath her bangs. That heel meets the ground once more, but her grip on his collar does not relent. She twists it instead, as much as she can within his own hold.] You weren't shy about trussing me up to start with, so it can't be that. Filthy old man.
Whatever could it be? Coffins? Keys? Or trains?
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The latter. [ He all but growls. She's crazy but still lucid somehow. Maybe even more than when he caught her with Sand, somehow. This Toko--or whatever she wants to call herself--talks like she knows. ]
You feel that cold on your neck, don't you girl. I haven't met anyone else who knows what kind of ride we're on. Someone who's not employed by FONY. [ Even as he still tries to keep it subtle he feels cold, feels eyes unseen on him, and paranoia urges him to grab her by the shoulder. ]
Walk and talk, whatever name you're going by now. I don't care. [ Whatever keeps her comparatively calm andor occupies her mouth if she can't manage to keep it shut on her own. ] Just act natural and I'll treat you to... I don't know, whatever's open right now.
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He namechecks the curious cold, their "ride", the dubious nature of FONY. Her only interjection?]
Ooooo— I just got that one! Phony.
[Which makes it doubly insulting. Especially since there's an icy swipe up her spine the second she spits it out. She grimaces, and once again he takes the manhandling with a feral snarl.]
And what? You're really gonna leave me tied up like this? You're so cruel. What if I refuse to walk or talk? [She could sling her wrists around his neck, use the chain for leverage. Garrote him into compliance. Puss in Boots might take a few chunks out of her whole she's at it, though. Jill's eyes slide to the curious cat. It doesn't act like a regular beast. Much more attentive. Intuitive. It's following without extra commands, dogging her heels. He didn't even need to tell it to lay off her clothes.
If she wants to turn the tables on the old coot she might have to deal with it first. She's never fought a jungle cat before. Who knows? Maybe before the sun rises she can scratch that one off the list.]
It's Jill, by the way. Not Furtive-Crapper or whatever the hell they're telling you. Aaaah, but I don't know your name, Grandpa! What should I call you? I'd like to know before you're whisking me off in your unmarked van. I'll need something to scream to the heavens while you're stabbing me in your sexy murder dungeon.
[He says they're getting something to eat. She hopes he means it. She feels weird. Her head desperately wants to spin and only force of will is keeping it in check. Just what was Gloomy up to before this?]
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The grimace sticks and he doesn't answer right away, just shoves her by the shoulders and back and pushes her to walk forward. ]
No unmarked van's trashy enough for you, trust me.
[ Quickly, he goes over his head what the closest locales are that might be open at this hour. It's not ideal but it's something. And it's cheap. ] There's a Benny's one block away. We're going there. [ She's still in cuffs and while he considers offering to take them off in exchange for more information he exchanges one quick furtive glance with Persian first. Her ears flatten and she cants her head, clearly; Don't do it yet. She can eat with her face if she needs to. Right yeah, good call. ]
Tell me what else you last remember before this car. [ He's aware Jill might suffer some Cold for it if she obliges as he feels the ever oppressively chill around him for even asking, but if it helps keep her in line he'll risk taking advantage of a little cold pain on her behalf. ]
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Man, what a lousy attitude. What's wrong? Did you forget your Metamucil this morning? Feeling constipated?
[The name of the joint isn't ringing a bell. She angles her head back, still walking, tongue lolling about, looking a hell of a lot like she's possessed instead of plain old crazy.] What's that? A sex club?
[She'd ask if it was a gay bar, but then he wouldn't be taking her along, now would he?
Ah, but it's down to business now, and she gets neither her freedom nor his name. Jill's lip curls with displeasure and she harrumphs as she spins around. Walking backward for a few paces, just to face him and Puss in Boots while she gives them the business.]
All right fine! Be stingy! See if I give a crap! I'll just call you whatever the hell I want then!
But let's see... [She takes a jaunty skip ahead, a glance over her shoulder. Nothing she's gonna run over immediately, she can keep facing him for at least five more meters.] Where were we, where were we?
OH YEAH! There was this totally cool vacation spot, a real hit with all the young professionals and slacker students. Everyone was in their string bikinis and the sharks were flying around. It was a real sweet treat after that crap with the baking competition. But the one I really miss was the dinosaur car. I met the hottest guy there, you just wouldn't believe—
[She stops up short. Look, she's able to motor her way through a hell of a lot, but even under the wan light of street lamps the flush on her nose, ears and fingers is plain to see. Jill shivers, head to toe, and cinches her arms in around her middle.]
What the fuck? Why does it always get cold like that? Am I being haunted?
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Point proven, he raises his hand and his tone is reeled back, more soft. ]
Alright, alright that's enough. I get it. That cold's going to keep happening the more you talk. [ All it really does is reassure him Jill--or some deeply repressed part of Toko--realizes the truth and gives him a better "real" timeframe of when these events started happening, for all the good it might do. He keeps pushing her towards the restaurant but it's notably more gentle. She even feels cold to his touch. ]
Come on, I said I was going to feed you. Keep behaving I might even take the cuffs off.
Heal bell!
Her existential dread is forgotten when she spots a familiar face on the bench at the zoo - a security guard from FONY, but he looked different here. Not just from the lack of a uniform but his posture seemed relaxed. A rare smile cast to the strange crowd in front of him.
Drawing closer, she clears her throat.]
That's uncanny. [A pause.] Or... is it uncatty?
Re: Heal bell!
[ Because it's full of cats. He manages a laugh though it's stifled. Time and this fake life had given him enough reprieve to realize she didn't remember anything about their last awkward blood-curdling encounter but that simultaneously fills him with a solemn dread that means she doesn't remember anything else either. He catches her face and smiles, briefly, bittersweet from end to end. Looks just as odd on him as a genuine smile does.
He thinks he'd endure all that awkwardness all over again and again; whatever it took if it meant she could have her authentic memories back. ...If that's something she even wanted. Were he just a few train cars younger he might have more willingly indulged in a life that had him forget the worst parts of himself. He wouldn't have judged himself... but maybe if there's one thing he can thank this train for is now he gets an opportunity to rethink that now.
That is, of course, something he doesn't want to think about right now. He scoots over on the bench. ]
How's work treating you, Madam?