day zero

[guestcontrol]

dreamland day zero 42 players remaining. [You wake up in a temporary barracks set up behind an amusement park. The weather is chilly but pleasant, and there aren't any lines for the rides - in fact, it seems you have this place to yourself. The entire park appears to have been abandoned some years ago, and though everything is in working order, it is overgrown with plants and seems rusted and unsafe. As for you, something has happened, though you aren't sure what. There's a throbbing pain in your head, and you can't focus, as though you're coming off heavy pain medications. However you think you should look, you look like a human now. Under the bandages wrapped around your temple, old and smelling like blood, you'll find a recently stitched up scar wound and the inability to focus on your memories. You have no knowledge of how you came to be here; you may even have forgotten certain aspects of your life, or feel confused about them. The fact of your missing memories is obvious, a dark blank spot. Under the bandages around your wrist, you'll find a brightly colored bracelet, decorated with the face of the smiling cartoon animal on your wall, embedded into your flesh. It beeps a merry tune and welcomes you to DreamLand Fun Park. Just then, a voice comes over the loudspeaker.] "Good morning to all of our new guests! The park is now open! We'll get started later, but for now, have a magical day with your new friends! Oh, and there may be a few nasty side effects to your medical condition. If you meet someone having trouble adjusting to reality, please be polite!" [In your room, you'll find a small box containing several personal items - no weapons, magical items, or technology advanced beyond the early 21st century, and nothing dangerous, but otherwise anything you would ordinarily find on your person is there. Of course, nothing with cell reception or internet connectivity can manage to pick up a signal. If you swipe your bracelet against the steel door, it unlocks. You may now explore your accommodations, or venture out into the park.] profiles character statuses setting This is an IC mingle covering the first day! Night roles will go up Monday at 4 PM EST, but you are welcome to continue to thread here once that happens. Make sure to follow any updates on plurk!

Comments

[jingler]

Exactly. Killing is illegal, immoral and dumb.

...Although unfortunately, not everyone will share our views.

[jingler]

If the VIPs do kill, we will have no choice but to retaliate. There is no need for any bloodshed so long as no one feels the need to kill at all.

As for your first question -- before coming here I was in the middle of another similar game. Different from time one in a number of ways, but similar too. I was worried when I awoke here that this may be yet another game of murder, but I did not want to believe it. Until now.

[jingler]

Before I came here I was in the middle of being trapped in a similar killing game. This suit I'm wearing was even built with that game in mind, you see.

[He extends out his left hand, which is where his bracelet is embedded into the arm.]

Before I came here this bracelet was programmed to respond to the game I was in. Whoever took us reprogrammed it to function as the guest bracelet for this game.

[jingler]

[K continues to remain far and still, although when Missile begins to start eating he will make a...well, it's a face. A face of wonderment and joy as he watches the cute dog eat. But he's doing nothing else.]

[shortcutter]

You don't have a choice.

[Levi's tone suggests he could just leave it at that, if Ciel would prefer to battle his thoughts alone.]

[shortcutter]

If they refuse to vote, which is an act of killing, then the VIPs will win, and innocent people will die. In some way, everyone here will have to fight for their lives.

[fanbase]

Well... yeah, but if you can figure out how one or more of the VIPs work then we might have an advantage. At least in figuring out their thought pattern. They're gonna fight to win, everyone else is fighting for their lives.

[paws_and_rewind]

[ Getting down from places is a lot easier than getting up to places! Off they go! ]

[photonement]

[HANG IN THERE, YOUNG MAN. Mahiru puckers her lips.] Let's see if there's anything else nearby.

[She takes a big step back - not turning on her heels, because first she's going to take one of her handy dandy pictures of the whole lake. With a wide lens. All these algae and weeds have cast a lot of shadows or something; a big exposure is what she needs. She takes the shot, apologizing mentally to Kuzuryuu if the flash gets in his eye.

She lowers the camera. This is when she finally notices that he has something on his face. Her observation is immediately obvious on her face; mouth twisted into a thin line, her multiple functional eyes big and wide. To cover her several seconds of palpable silence--]

You know what I... just realized? That darn locked clubhouse could be where the remote controls are!

[paws_and_rewind]

[ Missile has heard that before, but he'd be okay with hearing it a thousand times more every day for the rest of his life! ]

[shortcutter]

[Well, either way…]

Considering the situation, we have no reason to expect any mercy.

[photonement]

Now if our stitches covered up bar code tattoos, I could see your point.

[She puts down the pencil.]

Any luck getting into the tunnel of love? If it really is a tunnel, it'd be the only alternate way out, but it might just be a loop...

[jingler]

That would be very helpful if you could do that. Then none of us would be trapped here, though escaping will also include trying to find a way back to civilization. We have no idea where exactly we are -- I've never even heard of a park called Dreamland before.

Re: rules

[crueltobekind]

They wouldn't— . . . They don't seriously mean kill, right? It's just a stupid game, right??

[eventhandler]

Perhaps you accidentally pressed a button or turned on the power supply? It couldn't just...turn on by itself, no?

[eventhandler]

[This is the flattest look in the history of flat looks.]

...I'm not going to fight you for the rabbits.

[crueltobekind]

[He shrugs stiffly.]

None of this is pleasant in the first place.

[crueltobekind]

Maybe a group of crazed fans . . . ?

[eventhandler]

You missed.

[He blinks, before he pushes a nearby pile of balls towards her, gesturing to the next table with a stack of bottle.]

Here are three more. You can try...try again on the next one.

[shortcutter]

They will almost certainly be killed if they're discovered, so the risk is similar.

[He pauses.] How many people will have to die before we see a pattern? If they're smart, the seven are going to be as unpredictable as they can when choosing who to kill.

[eventhandler]

No, that's not quite correct. The Process...they'll never be human. They're just...protocols. The ones who do the work behind the scenes to build the buildings, you see, they...they aren't, er, actually part of the architecture. Do you see?

[A nod.] Yes. I came from a city called Cloudbank. Have you never heard of it...?

[paws_and_rewind]

[ Oh yessss. Missile rolls about on his back and does the happy dog leg thump. You know the one. ]

[eventhandler]

Oh, so...I see. This isn't how you look like, in reality.

...You say that as if you cannot take your own armor off, though. How come?

[fanbase]

That's a given, but this game sounds like it's not geared toward avoiding casualties. They wouldn't make these kinds of rules if that was possible.

People with experience might catch on to the VIPs quicker, if they're on our side.

[eventhandler]

Alright.

[A pause. Social interaction, how does it work.]

Do you need a can opener, perhaps...?