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

[photonement]

Sounds like a plan.

[They make it to the kitchens in relatively short order because Mahiru is brisk!]

Are you in the mood for a Western-style breakfast? [I read about your struggles with setting I HOPE THIS IS ADEQUATELY VAGUE]

[billows]

Oh, that's what all photographers say. Next thing I know, you'll catch me yawning or something even worse. There's plenty of other people here for your business.

[obeytherod]

Hmmm... [Well, he does see the bandages.]

Fine. You're too cowardly to be behind this anyway.

[eventhandler]

It is indeed very strange. An abandoned amusement park...I wonder why we've been brought here?

[He folds his arms with a frown.]

Do you have any clue...? Or are you, erm, like the rest of us?

[obeytherod]

I'll try. [He smirks, bitter and hateful. There's no doubt that he plans something nasty for whoever's behind this.]

[paws_and_rewind]

[ Missile gives him a few passing glances in between bites. How about that, he's not moving at all! When it comes down to it, after all, the character of a fellow... living creature (?) should be judged in more than just scent. ]

[eventhandler]

Hmm. We will just have to keep looking, looking...

[He scratches the back of his head.]

If you are so nervous about entering the shops, perhaps we, ah, could enter one together? As the saying goes, "two heads are better than one"...

[billows]

[ He just hurriedly stuffs his supplies into his pockets and follows along. The cafeteria doesn't seem to have much of anything, so the kitchen is the next best place. ] Goodness, how are we meant to eat anything here? Oh, hold on.

[ It isn't hard to spot the crates of water, but the warning is a little... ]

[billows]

I've heard stranger. [ With a pointed look because obviously she is the strange one. ] It's all very chemical, didn't you go to school?

[cheats]

[ the joke comes full circle... ]

[ Ciel thinks it over, then nods ]

I think I know which one you're talking about, and it looks dreadful. Is that really supposed to be fun?

[eventhandler]

[That...oddly sounds very much like the Process back home, except for those never had the ability to ever speak. (That is, if they weren't infecting a person, and even that was only somewhat understandable.) His wide eyes narrow and he puffs a bit on his cigarette, filing all that information away in his mind.]

[He stands back up, pulling the cigarette out of his mouth with bony fingers, breathing out the smoke before he speaks again:]

You are a collection of programs named...Legion. A hivemind, I presume?

[cheats]

[ He stares at the can for a few more moments, then admits reluctantly: ]

...I wouldn't know how to use it.

[billows]

[ He is just glad to have someone tell him where to go. ] Oh, yes. But I need preparation, you know, a few ingredients from the grocery store, and my aunt's cookbooks. Also, a good selection of wine. [ As they get to the cafeteria, he sniffs. ] Which I presume isn't on hand.

[cheats]

[ Ciel listens with interest as he explains, but his ultimate verdict, is, uh. ]

...That sounds terrible.

[ Charming. It seems insulting at first, and kind of is, but after a pause, he continues. ]

I don't like traveling even with my butler. I can't even imagine traveling in such a spartan way. It must have been difficult.

[chainjailer]

Hmm... Maybe there's a way we can look inside without necessarily going in. That shouldn't set off our bracelets, unless they're watching us.

[chainjailer]

[WON'T IT BE GREAT WHEN THEY LEARN ABOUT THE VIPS?!]

If we work together, I'm sure we can turn this around. You seem like you know your way around--I'm sure we're not the only ones.

[5_9]

This is an acceptable term.

[ But apparently not a completely correct one, but there's also not really a term for what Legion is beyond "Geth." ]

[5_9]

[ Legion pauses for a few moments, the plates on its head moving up and shifting before it speaks. ]

Database entries indicate 10,200,000 entries for "Dreamland park." It is not uncommon. Further data would be needed to pinpoint this park's location.

[5_9]

Correct. But organics receive priority.

[ It looks back to the door, like it's considering opening it again to get the mattress for Oz... ]

If it is desired, we will give it to you.

[edealistical]

I hope so! Things would be a lot easier if I could get any of my Asterisks back... even just something like the Performer would be nice.

[It's so hard having hundreds of different abilities and losing them all at once alas. Edea will pause at the train station as the train comes along.]

How do you think they get this to operate when there's no one actually here? It's a little mysterious, isn't it?

[edealistical]

Or you can come find me! ...Or that nice girl in the purple.

I'm going to make it my duty here to defend and protect as many people as I can... and that includes you.

[edealistical]

Of course I did! And I learned not to breathe in strange vapors - or to set things on fire, either, even if they're little things.

...And I'm not sure it makes me very relaxed. I just feel asphyxiated.

[eventhandler]

That's understandable.

[About the whole "do not kill and you will not be killed" thing, that is.]

The middle? So wait, someone...kidnapped you from your kidnapper?

[Kidnapper rivalry????]

[eventhandler]

That would be a good strategy, except...well, wouldn't the person who runs this game have thought of that? If we try to interrogate the VIP, they could simply kill them before we do so, and that would be that...

[billows]

And four legs can outrun beasts, probably. How very brave of you to offer. [ With a glance around, he spots one of the clothing shops, and inclines his head toward it in suggestion. ] Maybe we can pick up something useful, if there are no maps.