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!

Comments

[jingler]

"Talk and act like a person"? Are you insinuating that I'm actually a robot who thinks they're a human? That's preposterous. I can feel bodily sensations like my head injury. Those aren't feelings a machine made of nuts and bolts can have.

[The notion alone feels horribly offensive to him, for reasons he can't quite explain. Nevertheless he follows Sigma to the cupboards.]

Is there something else you need in here?

[siggey]

[ I shrug. ]

How should I know? You could be anything beneath that mask. I'm just saying forgetting about yourself but not how to talk and think is pretty weird. And specific.

[ There might be a name for that sort of amnesia, but it's not my field of study. ]

Just looking through again to see if I missed anything. I'm gonna take some of these back to my room with me before we head back to the petting zoo.

[jingler]

It's called retrograde amnesia Sigma. I have control over my motor skills, I just cannot remember my old memories while being able to form new ones.

[He still feels angry but equally saddened. It isn't like he wants to hide his face from Sigma. He can't escape the suit at all.]

Very well then. But please, do not say such things again. I'm asking you to trust me in the same way I trust you.

[siggey]

Retrograde amnesia, huh?

[ Never heard of it, but guess it can't hurt for me to remember it. ]

Kinda hard to when we don't know anything about each other - or well, I don't anything about you, since you somehow already know me. But fine, it's not like it's a big deal anyway.

[ I get on my knees, remembering that I didn't check the bottom cupboards. ]

[jingler]

[It's a big deal to K, because Sigma is someone he wants to have trust in. But if Sigma doesn't trust him the same...

He will bench this topic for another time and look down as Sigma checks the bottom cupboards.]

I wonder what use a bottom cupboard even has? Why would someone want to lean down to fetch something, when they can reach up to grab it easier?

[siggey]

[ Dunno why he's so hung up about the robot thing. Wouldn't it be convenient if he was one? Then as long as the main data storage core isn't destroyed, an AI can be backed up if anything happens to them. ]

A-ha! Potatoes!

[ There's a bag of rice too, but that's less important. ]

[jingler]

Potatoes? Why are you so excited about the potatoes Sigma?

[siggey]

Because they're potatoes. One potato, two potatoes three potatoes, four!

[jingler]

Five potato, six potato, seven potatoes, more!

[siggey]

Now you're getting it!

[jingler]

Hehehe. I suppose there are some things that stick with you even in the wake of memory loss. Interesting.

[siggey]

--Oh, yeah! Wait, so that made you remember, just now?

[ I always I had faith in the power of potatoes. I knew I wasn't wrong! ]

[jingler]

Oh. I suppose it has, faintly. Though I would rather remember my name than a song.

[siggey]

A little's better than nothing! If we find some oil and a frying pan, we could make fries outta these babies. They'll go through your mask too, if they're cut properly.

[ I can't remember the last time I was so excited about cooking. I wonder if today is catching up with me. Or already drove WAY past me... ]

[jingler]

Fried fries? That doesn't sound very healthy, but food is food I suppose.

[siggey]

Fried potato sticks! We call those 'fries'. [ I'm in a good mood now, so I don't bother telling K 'fried fries' make no sense. ]

It's only unhealthy if the oil's been reused a million times. Besides, if you're gonna keep walking around with that metal suit, you'll probably burn the calories away pretty quickly!

[jingler]

Hm, well I suppose it is fine to divulge in the unhealthy from time to time. I hope they will not make me sweaty. The suit is well insulated so far, but who knows how long it will continue.

[siggey]

[ I can't help but turn around to give K a proper Look, this time. ]

...K, it's just fries. Peeled potatoes chopped into sticks, put in a frying pan with oil, and lightly salted. Nothing like that is going to happen.

[ Probably. I'm not going to cut up a ton of potatoes, in any case. ]