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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[paws_and_rewind]

[ He'd like to, but he doesn't have the faintest clue where he'd start!

...This place... this is the where he woke up! Maybe he missed something there? According to his nose... well, with so many people running around, it's impossible to tell who might have carried him in there in the first place, but he can tell which door he ran out of! He can't tell how it opens, though. Scratching doesn't seem to work, and there's no door handle to jump at. Doors, why are they such a pain. ]

[godwhisperer]

[Knocking on the door! But no one answers. And then of course, he considered the little bracelet on Missile's paw. Lifts him up to the scanner.]

Hmm, did they really fit you with one of these? Disgraceful. Then...is your master not here?

[paws_and_rewind]

[ It opened!! So if he wants to open the door on his own, he'll need to jump as high as he can! He wasn't really paying attention to how it opened the first time, but jumping at doors is usually how he opens them when there isn't a person around to help!

...That word again. "Master". Is he talking about Miss Kamila? Does he know Miss Kamila? They don't really have any scents in common - she doesn't smell like animals who aren't Missile and he doesn't smell like pastries and the stuff Miss Lynne puts on the clothes with water to make them smell like old flowers instead of sweat and other interesting things. Anyway, she isn't here. The most woeful of dog sighs. ]

[godwhisperer]

[Oh, okay. He's intuitive enough with animals to pick up on what Missile is thinking of when he sighs sadly.]

It's all right. Good boy. Even if he is not present, I will see to you until the day you may return home.

[Punctuating that by bending down and scratching his ears.]

I, too, am far from home. But I swear all of my powers to your aid.

[paws_and_rewind]

[ You... are a true friend! Missile twists his head around and licks his new pal's wrist. Friendship and support go both ways, after all! Consider it a pact written in the bonds of blood eternal nah it's just dog spit. Dog spit and possibly some sausage residue. ]