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(Final!) Priority Log - Part 1
Log 08 Priority (Part I)
As passengers enjoy their time drinking hot chocolate and/or getting dive-bombed by bats, they may realize that the usual strange survey is nowhere to be seen
Eventually, everyone receives the same text:
FROM: clownductor one
Hello. This is your conductors speaking.
Due to your (frankly very rude) reviews of Danaca, we have decided to leave the train. While I suggest all of you stay until your hearts change, bud, and blossom to their fullest potential, we know that you all likely miss your family and friends as we do.
As you may have noticed, much of the time the train works beyond our influence. Because in the end, we too are nothing but passengers along this eternal journey of enlightenment. But we have worked to find our doors home, and have succeeded brilliantly.
FROM: clownductor two
It's a little more than brilliant, Yusuke. I mean, just closing up shop, hanging up our hats and going our separate ways… That's a little cold, isn't it? I'm sure all our friends here know exactly what I'm talking about.
Which is why we've figured out a way to hold onto our bonds. :J This way, we don't have to choose between our fans on the train and our fans back home. Just watch— this is something you need to see for yourself.
Sincerely,
The Conductors
The Door Car
As passengers enter, they will find themselves in a vast, lonesome space with pure white walls. It gives off the impression of a blank canvas, especially since there is no objective. However, this seemingly unfinished car is not empty: it's filled with doors.
In the distance, passengers will see two suspicious figures…
Clownductor 2: How do we know which one is the right door?
Clownductor 1: If they truly point home, then our hearts will lead the way. Also, they have our names on them.
Clownductor 2: Of course! Brilliant as always— Okay, we've got the doors, and I've got the string. This should let us both go through the same door together.
Clownductor 1: Wonderful.
… But not for long, before they open up a door and disappear inside it.
The typical exit door is lost in the sea of other doors, all free-standing and coming in a huge variety of shapes, colors, and sizes. Amongst them are doors passengers will recognize: doors to their rooms, stores they frequent, etc., painstakingly recreated to look like the real things. Others have small name plaques and welcoming decorations. Opening the door and stepping through will, as promised, take characters back home.
...Or some version of it, anyway. They'll find that the worlds beyond the doors are not right. Here are some examples:
- The dominant species is suddenly different (i.e. talking fish instead of humans).
- Instead of speaking with words, everyone communicates with charades.
- The food chain has reversed! Now cheese eats you.
- Walls exist, but they're invisible.
- For some reason people are asking if you're an alpha, beta or omega?
- Whatever you want! The bizarro worlds are your oyster.
NOTE: Players are welcome to create their own bizarro worlds — they do not have to be from your character's canon — but we've included a few as prompts below. Also, characters that are ICly resistant to opening doors can be suddenly sucked inside one with no warning.
The Ire Femblem Door
As characters pass through the doorway, they might just receive a text...
> 𝕬𝖈𝖍𝖎𝖊𝖛𝖊 𝖆 P𝖊𝖗𝖋𝖊𝖈𝖙 𝖙ea 𝖙𝖎𝖒𝖊.
This perfectly pleasant world consists of only a courtyard garden. Lush rose bushes surround a stone gazebo, which shelters a table truly fit for high tea! As they settle in, characters will find that the lovely sweets, snacks and teas do more than just satisfy their appetite: some have magical effects. There are scones that make you unbearably sweet (or unbearably mean 🙁), teas that turn you into cats, dogs, and horses, sandwiches that will make you feel tipsy... The possibilities are endless!
And if they wouldn't do so willingly, characters will feel compelled to sit down with a partner... and they'll be stuck there, of course. Tea time is mandatory.
Alongside an expansive tea menu is a seemingly endless list of questions. From here on out, it's basically the newlywed game. Characters will need to try and guess their partner's answers correctly to achieve a perfect tea time and escape! Small, thoughtful gestures like brewing their partner's favorite kind of tea or giving them the last scone will count towards their total as well. Once passengers have reached an (indeterminate) amount of points, they'll be free to go!
The Dang it, Grandpa Door
As characters pass through the doorway, they might just receive a text...
It's the Despair High opening ceremony!
Upon tumbling into this world, characters will find themselves paired (or more) with another passenger, standing in an abandoned classroom. On the blackboard, they'll find the profiles of other passengers, along with the instructions: One must die to live! and a cutesy bear face. After selecting their victim from the pool, there are three sections where they can chalk in the murder weapon, method, and body disposal.
The windows are boarded up with metal sheets, and the doors are locked — no amount of superhuman power will damage the room. Looks like there's nothing to do but play along!
After their murder planning, most passengers will be free to go. But for a little optional spice, some characters will hear a clatter behind them: the murder weapon they specified will drop innocently atop a desk. They will not be able to exit unless someone dies. Powers will be nerfed enough to allow both a fair fight and death to any immortal beings.
Characters that are killed this way will immediately be revived back on the train, but will feel violently ill for the rest of the day. For the squeamish, getting rid of doppelgangers also counts!
The 'Digimon' Door
As characters pass through the doorway, they might just receive a text...
Welcome to the wonderful world of Pokemon! This is a world where creatures known as Pokemon roam free, capturing the humans (and other passenger species) to live and battle alongside them.
In this world, passengers will find that they're… smaller. Tall grass and Pokemon of all species will tower above them, so their first challenge will be making sure that they're not stepped on!
The second challenge will be avoiding capture! Pokemon trainers can appear without much warning, unleashing powerful humans from small circular devices in an attempt to defeat and capture you.
Or perhaps you want to be captured? In which case, welcome to the team and good luck on your journey toward championship!
Whatever the case may be, this world seems to be particularly unstable, pieces of the environment disappearing and reappearing at random. Passengers will need to do their best to stay in one piece until they're eventually spit back out.
OOC Notes
This is the first part of our final event — time really flies! As such, there will be no AC this month. Go nuts, but feel free to reach out with any questions on Discord!
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just wait till the end of rots like everyone else!!
The air itself changes, and so does Jill's expression. This is what makes her so different from Toko, there's a transparency to the great swing of her dramatics. There's no filter it's running through, no editor trying to scribble out evidence and present the right final draft. Her lip curls, a flash of teeth, and Jill recoils on the legs of her chair- as far as the tether of his grip will allow.
But being confronted by her now is different than it was before. He can't separate Toko and Jill into their own categories, to take one without the other. And it's a realization he's only just now beginning to accept. It's imperfect. And so is he. The fairness feels right.
The chair's legs come back down like a crack of thunder; the cups wobble again, cream puffs tumble across the surface, a whole strawberry rolls towards him. If Jill is a storm, the only thing to do is weather her. And he can do that.]
Really? [It isn't sarcastic, but the opener doesn't hide his skepticism either. With his opposite hand Anakin reaches for the pot of tea and begins pouring her a cup.] How would you define love?
no she wants it now!!!!!!!!!
Nope. No way. Nuh uh. She's got an eye for this stuff. There's a boiling point there. He, like so many of the freaks and geeks on the train, is inured to madness and mayhem in a way her sweet civilian paramours had not been. He's meeting her overtures with confidence. He knows killers, and he's not afraid.
He's a killer himself.]
Me? [Her head tilts and her gaze drifts. Watching the tea hit the porcelain, pooling in peaceful swirls. She almost seems to melt with it, dreamy eyed and rolling her shoulders like some winsome lass of old.]
Obsession.
[She doesn't pull her foot back. She punches it forward, towards his thigh. How far it gets is up to him, but she needs to know the limits. Whether or not he's got inhuman strength, or if he'll pull some supernatural shit. You know, all the stuff she never had to worry about before. Oh how the mighty have fallen.]
When the very thought of that special someone takes you whole, consumes your whole body, your mind, your soul! When you just can't get enough, can't live without them. When the minutes drag in solitude, and quicken when they draw near!
[When he's quite done with the tea, she plonks in that fallen cube of sugar. Miss Morose might like it black and bitter, but Jill likes it sweet as honey.]
I cannot let you burn me up, nor can I resist you. No mere human can stand in a fire and not be consumed.
[Apologies to A. S. Byatt. Nobody likes the thought that maniac would co-opt your creative works. Just ask the Beatles!]
what do u think this is amazon prime??
Her foot pushes forward, a short burst like she means to kick him. Using his flesh hand, not the metal and gold of his prosthetic, its his own strength that keeps her there- not the brutal efficiency of the inhuman. Anakin brings her ankle to rest on top of his thigh the way one might settle a child or a pet on their lap. A sugar cube plonks over the side of the cup, rippling the surface and doing away with formalities; Anakin, playing the role of a server, lifts the saucer and deposits it gently on her side of the table. The thoughtful frown isn't just clear on his face, its in his voice too.]
So what makes it different from obsession?
Maybe.......
[That goes for both accounts. The foot and the philosophizing. She won't fight the hold any longer, seems pretty pointless for now. It's not a jailer's cuff so much as a...hmm. Well, if he's getting a stiffy over her lil ol' feets who is she to judge? It's just awful generous of him to keep the damn thing close. Most people would rather eat glass than let any part of her near. That's all.
No, there's a more pressing fallacy in the logic here.]
Didn't you ask me what I thought love was? I gave you my answer. They're one and the same. Two luscious peas in an amorous pod! At least for me. [Jill swishes a spoon through the tea then hooks a finger into the handle to raise her cup, pinky extended. She tips it ever so slightly to him. Cheers baby, thanks you're a peach.]
Sounds like you're the guy with all the hold ups. What's the issue, Ani my man-y? What's love to you? Or rather...
[She puts the cup to her lips, but her dark eyes are pinned on him. Sharp as needles and just as precise.]
What am I to you?
no subject
She lifts her cup to her mouth, watching him over the rim, and Anakin takes his time pouring his own cup. Like the tea served in the temple, the color and smell are nothing like the tzai of his childhood, and his preference these days is almost exclusively caf. But far be it from Anakin to decline ritual for ritual's sake.] I thought it was the things that made love different that made it special.
[Love and selflessness. Love and sacrifice. Love is supposed to make a person better than they are... isn't it? Anakin too reaches for a cube of sugar, putting one directly into his mouth only to drop another into his tea. It clicks against his teeth as he rolls it around on his tongue- but it's now that his eyes flick up to Jill's face, as if they're sharing a kind of private joke.] But I don't know what you are to me yet, Jill. It's only the second time we've met.
no subject
[As if that weren't immediately evident. Just watch her, watching him, plucking sugar from the dish and popping it onto his mouth. That ghastly tongue licks up her cheek, as if catching a rogue crumb, and she flexes her foot in his lap. The heel scrapes his linens, pressing a fine point into sheltered skin below.
Then she's rolling her eyes to the heavens.]
Maaaaan. Even I'm getting sick of hearing that crap. So nice of you to use my name, though, I can't stand being confused for Gloomy. But pretending there's no link at all? [She pouts, dropping her cup back to the saucer.] Are you really that naïve? I don't remember what she does, but I feel what she feels. We've got joint custody on this bag of bones! Heart and soul!
So let's try it this way. What!
Do you want.
With her?