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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[eventhandler]

Shot at?

[Sorry, calculations, he can look at you in a bit, he's going to turn his stare towards her instead.]

Your job was that dangerous?

[photoshot]

It's a journalist's duty to pursue the truth, no matter what the danger is!

... Also, they aren't usually fatal shots. Not to worry!

[eventhandler]

...What, exactly, were you investigating?

[Because that does not at all sound like the journalism where he comes from, which focuses on things like the new flavors of flatbread at Junction Jan's or the latest vote by the Administrators.]

[photoshot]

[ <-- not a shifty journalist at all or is she. ]

I cover all sorts of stories. Flowers blooming in abundance out of season, the arrival of a new shrine and goddesses to my home, the occasional puff piece... I'd offer you a paper if I had any copies on me.

[eventhandler]

[...Huh.]

I still...I don't understand why people would shoot at you for stories such as, well, those. And...goddesses?

[photoshot]

People tend to be very trigger happy, where I'm from.

Are there no gods and goddesses, where you're from?

[eventhandler]

[Making a mental note to never go where you're from, lady.]

[At the question, though, he frowns. He's not exactly a very...religious man.]

Ah, well...there are some that believe in the presence of a god. But it is really, at its core, just a belief...

[photoshot]

Belief is what sustains them. Maybe it works differently in your world, but we had a pretty delicate political situation with our newcomer goddesses for a while. I think they've settled in now.

[eventhandler]

Is that so.

[He frowns, uncomfortable, because just the fact that gods and goddesses just can randomly exist in other places is strange, to say the least. Logically impossible, even.]

But there are no gods here. At least, as far as I know of.

[photoshot]

[ logic and common sense, also a rarity where she's from. ]

Perhaps, perhaps not. Let's both continue to do some further investigation here, shall we?

[eventhandler]

Yes. Let's.

[He says, before squatting and starting to add another equation to the scribbly mess to the ground. Numbers and figures...those were where he could find the answers.]

[photoshot]

Good luck with those figures! I'll see you around. [ aaand off to bother more people for her, laters. ]

[eventhandler]

...See you.

[He says, his voice almost a whisper.]

[He would get to the bottom of this as soon as he could. As soon as possible. The more he's left in the dark, the less chances there were to figure out how to get out of this mess.]