day zero

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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!

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Re: carnival!

[paws_and_rewind]

[ YEAH MISSILE'S GONNA DO IT HES THE STAR. Normally having a person around would dissuade him from this kind of thing, but this loud guy sounds happy and he's not saying no or down or bad dog, so he must be okay with dogs on tables. ]

THUNK

[ ALMOST GOT IT ]

THUNK

[ NEVER GIVE UP, VIVE LE MISSILE. Maybe if he gets EVEN MORE distance...? ]

[harepiece]

Oh—! That one was really close...

[...But he doesn't want this poor dog hurting itself in its enthusiasm, either. A SOLUTION MUST BE FOUND.]

...Wait right there! [At which point he'll dash off for a second before returning with a small, empty crate from one of the other food stands. With this, he'll basically set up a little stepping stool leading from the ground to the bench to the table.]

Here, try this!

[paws_and_rewind]

SCRRRRTHUNK

[ Missile hit the top of the table with his forepaws that time, but still doesn't manage to get all the way up.

...Hey. What's this. SOMETHING HAS CHANGED. Oz can practically see both of Missile's little doggy neurons firing as he looks at the setup. Yep. He can work with this! Hop, hop, hop...

DOG ON THE TABLE THIS CALLS FOR A VICTORY BARK. KING OF THE WORLD. Although... He's not allowed on the furniture normally...! Is outside furniture different from inside furniture?! He looks at this guy, kind of unsure about whether he's going to get yelled at or not. ]

[harepiece]

[THIS IS THE BEST DAY EVER. HE HELPED A DOG. THE DOG IS SO EXCITED. Missile will definitely not be getting any scolding from this nerd, at least, who promptly bounces over as soon as he manages to get himself up onto the table.]

You did it! Good job!

[If Missile allows it, he'll reach out to scratch behind his ears, even! Outside furniture, inside furniture, Oz will ascend from the pits of hell to retrain every pet into thinking furniture is an okay place to be. RUN FREE, ANIMALS OF THE WORLD...]

[paws_and_rewind]

[ PRAISE. GLORIOUS PRAISE. He's going to jump onto ALL OF THE THINGS now good job man weeks of obedience classes down the drain. Oz can pet him but right now Missile's attention is on delicious meat objects! Now that he gets a good look at them, they're those things called sausages. But bigger! They're inside a hot thing. How hot is the hot thing.

...Maybe if he just sticks his nose inNOPE too hot.

This looks like a job for a human! Humans are good at dealing with hot things. He turns the full force of his adorable stare onto the guy who's petting him. ]

[harepiece]

[Here he is, single-handed destroyer of everything dog trainers work so hard for...

But since Oz isn't familiar with the weird sausage heater case thing either, he's a little confused for a second when he's suddenly blasted by the Adorable Beam.]

What's wrong, little guy? [Glancing over to the case. Maybe he just can't get a piece of food off the rolly tray??] You want one of these, right?

[He will reach in to grab one, then! And oh, wow, yeah... it's surprisingly hot in that case, but nothing that his human hands can't manage!! So he grabs the nearest one and will proceed to set it down in front of Missile, but not before tearing it in half so that it can cool off a little.]

[paws_and_rewind]

[ That's still pretty hot, but Missile doesn't care! It tastes as good as it smells.

And then there's that other half... You gonna eat that, new buddy? ]

[harepiece]

[MISSION SUCCESS. He goes back to gently scratching behind Missile's ears, only stopping when the second half of the hot dog isn't eaten yet.]

Oh— you can have that, too! I'm not really hungry.

[paws_and_rewind]

[ ...There's more of the big sausages, anyway. If he wants one, he can get another one. Wow, being a human must be amazing. Even if they do have to walk around on two legs and miss all of the exciting things on the ground.

Everything is sausages and petting. Everything is wonderful. ]

[harepiece]

[Life is good for Oz and dog. He'll pretty much keep petting Missile until he gets tired of it... And talk to him at the same time, because he's one of Those People that talks to animals.]

Did that taste all right? Huh... It's okay for you to eat stuff like that, isn't it? [Probably should have thought of that sooner, WHOOPS.]

[paws_and_rewind]

[ The wuffing means YES IT WAS DELICIOUS, the grease traces on his muzzle say PROBABLY NOT. But, you know. It's edible. Probably not great for his digestion, but that would be the case for most entities and most park food. ]

[harepiece]

[He will feel SO GUILTY if Missile ends up getting sick later, but for now, this is good enough...]

Good, good! Hey, are you thirsty? We can go back to the kitchen and get you some water there. The water out here is bad to drink.

[paws_and_rewind]

[ That bark means yes. Or it could mean I AM A DOG ON THE FURNITURE, LONG LIVE THE REVOLUTION. ]

[harepiece]

[HE WILL CHEER MISSILE ON IN THE CASE OF THE LATTER but he's assuming it's the former, so:]

Let's go get you some water!

[paws_and_rewind]

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

[harepiece]

[Before leaving, he'll snatch up a few more hot dogs from the concession stand and then follows off after him for more merry lunch shenanigans. Oz will make sure that Missile is well-fed and has plenty of water to drink YEAH.]