Priority Log - Part 1

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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...

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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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[unrepentant]

[Maybe he really is expecting timidity. In her work Toko has always played roles that are a little strange, a little unusual- a girl in sharp contrast with her blond, hyper-feminine contemporaries. Anakin has always thought that her characters don't give much away either, and for a long time he wasn't sure if it was because she was another stuck up artiste that didn't like to socialize with the crew- or if she was just shy.

In his lap, her slender legs curl around him. Anakin can feel where her bare heels come to press into him like an anchor only a heartbeat before her mouth drops open. All of that hesitancy, all of the places her gaze had landed, all of the space between them that had been carefully maintained- and just as carefully broached. What a way to get his answer.

Toko reaches for him and Anakin has to physically keep himself from following the motion- looking down at her hands on him just because he can. Because they're there. Her tongue is hot and demure inside his mouth, licking carefully as if she's the one trespassing. Anakin sucks a breath through the edges of their wet kiss and it lands as a physical blow- a warning of how close he is to toppling right over some invisible ledge. As though Anakin has ever hesitated to leap. Her fingertips rest on his chest, the single layer that separates her from the searing expanse of his skin, and between one new, slick kiss, and the next- his palms find the narrow taper of her waist.

She's so small.
So small that as his touch moves, travels down her waist, down the shallow curve of her hips, it's easy to take her in both hands. So he does. Anakin scoops her up effortlessly, palming the back of her thighs as he encourages her up into his arms. His understanding of the trailer and its layout are far off, unimportant things when Anakin is carrying her, when each slow, indulgent kiss is as reluctant to end as the last. He moves blindly, guiding the both of them further inside until he feels the soft edge of the mattress meet his knees.

Even though he's the one to have brought them here, who decided where they were going, the reality of it is reaching him anew. Makes him nervous. And giddy. Pink-cheeked and barreling into the future Anakin has to adjust his grip now- and he does. The difference in their sizes makes it simple to hold her in one arm, to cradle the dark crown of her head with the other. It makes a cage of their bodies as he slowly sinks back down- spreading Toko out atop the sheets. Following her on all fours, like an animal.]

[shiftybladesofcray]

[The slide of skin is pitted against the pull of plastic and metal. The prosthetic can't replicate touch, can't carry warmth with the same pulsating beat. It's got its own allure: something addictive about the cool casing, polished cold and prickling as it slips down the flimsy silken folds. Both hands come to rest at her middle. His fingertips nearly touch on both sides.

She's had dreams about this. There's been ample time to contemplate the gap in size. Men either take their own strength for granted, or they abuse it. When Anakin shifts, drags his hands down her hips, burrows them beneath her and hoists her whole, she's stricken with electricity. A surge that curls her toes and sends a helpless whimper from her mouth to his. Their lips never disconnect. Her arms have slung around his neck, his shoulders, greedy fingers ensnared in tousled blonde hair.

When he lays her down she floats on the goose-down duvet, like a crisp sheet of paper not yet soaked enough to sink. Not until his hands and knees press steep valleys around her. His shadow swallows her up. Anakin blocks the light. What must it be like to wear that skin, to shift the world around you like a knife carving butter? Toko's built like an afterthought. Assembled from the scraps of greater bodies. Her bones are birdlike, her muscle lean and sparing, and she needs a three inch heel to meet most anyone eye to eye. She affects so little.

Anakin fills all the spaces where she lacks. She's still pulling at his hair with one hand, unable to surrender their first kiss. The other sails below, looping beneath his arm and running nails down his spine. Her knees have propped up. They notch around his waist, ankles hooking beyond. Her legs and feet are bare, and the seams of his jeans scrape them so sweetly as she pulls him to her. Closer.

Her heart is pounding. Her body is shaking. She's so nervous. She's so thrilled. Can't he just put her out of her misery already? Consume her. Crush her. Rend her asunder with a flick of his finger. He has the strength to do it. He has the power to snuff her out, wipe her clear from the world and walk away clean. She craves him all the more for it.

Toko's next mission is to find the edge of his shirt. She tugs and tugs, both hands hard at work as she secures the hem and works it up to his shoulders, coaxes it over his head.

More. She wants to see more. Anakin was painted in broad strokes, a flat and angular brush to denote the swipe of his shoulders, the cut of his muscles. Finer details were penciled after. He could have easily been born a brute, if not for the lacey blonde lashes, the stone cut cheeks. The full pout of his lips. The opposing details are a teasing wink from some higher power. There's more to this man than meets the eye.

What else is he hiding?]