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Entry tags:
- !mission log,
- dc comics: damian wayne,
- dc comics: tim drake,
- final fantasy vii: rufus shinra,
- star wars — legends: mal durrish,
- supernatural: dean winchester,
- the 100: octavia blake,
- the untamed: xiao xingchen,
- the untamed: xue yang,
- ✘ avatar the last airbender | aang,
- ✘ blade of the immortal: asano rin,
- ✘ dc comics | jason todd,
- ✘ final fantasy vii | tseng,
- ✘ final fantasy vii | vincent valentine,
- ✘ hazbin hotel | angel dust,
- ✘ marvel comics | kate bishop,
- ✘ marvel — tv | daisy johnson,
- ✘ marvel — tv | jessica jones,
- ✘ original | joric,
- ✘ original | sylvie gallard,
- ✘ original | willa lisieux,
- ✘ shiki | natsuno yuuki,
- ✘ star wars | anakin skywalker,
- ✘ star wars | padmé amidala,
- ✘ star wars — legends | boba fett,
- ✘ tales of vesperia | rita mordio,
- ✘ the 100 | clarke griffin,
- ✘ unholy blood | hayan park,
- ✘ worm: francis krouse
MISSION 001
WHO: Everyone!
WHEN: March 29th-April 20th
WHERE: Everywhere on Etraya
WHAT: Mission 001!
NOTES\WARNINGS: Potential violence, death.
WHEN: March 29th-April 20th
WHERE: Everywhere on Etraya
WHAT: Mission 001!
NOTES\WARNINGS: Potential violence, death.
 ⏵ mission prep ⏴ On the morning of the 29th, characters will receive a notification from Aurora to come to the hospital’s ground floor to prepare for their first mission. On this floor, pairs will be given slips of paper with matching numbers. If characters have chosen their partners, they too will receive small slips of paper with matching numbers, as these numbers match the room assignment they will be asked to please step inside. The rooms themselves are bare. There’s a cot, two chairs pushed up against a small table, a miniature fridge set up below a sink, and a television that only plays static. On the table is a note, which simply reads: Welcome. To prepare you for your first mission, we are giving you time to get to know your partner. You have a twelve-hour time limit to discuss your lives together. We recommend talking about moments throughout your life that have defined the person you have become. In addition, we have included several ingredients inside the miniature refrigerator. You must, without telling your partner specifically what it is, create their favorite drink using the ingredients within and above the refrigerator.Within the mini fridge will be numerous ingredients - these ingredients could be anything, from Bantha milk to dragon fruit - whatever their favorite drinks are, they will find all the correct ingredients to make them. There will also be numerous extra ingredients. Maybe a character’s favorite drink is a nice cup of peppermint tea. The kettle, and the tea bags, will be present on top of the mini fridge, but there may also be soda bottles inside the fridge and various milk substitutes. Cheating by making their own drink will result in the game being reset, and a new partner being assigned or no partner at all being assigned and they will simply be removed from this part of the exercise.  ⏵ the secret's out⏴ Numerous notes can be found throughout Etraya’s populated areas - falling from the sky, taped to doors, slid under them, or perhaps being handed out by a few of the companion bots who will eagerly note how these are meant to help, but a quick read may show that they’re not things anyone wants to be given out so freely. After all, on the notes are secrets, untold truths, things that were never meant to be shared nor wanted out in the open. Some of these aren’t notes at all, but small packages that are not addressed to anyone in particular, or addressed to the incorrect party. Inside the packages are items that may be associated with a particular event: a knife that had been used to betray a friend still stained with blood, a mask meant to conceal identity, a picture featuring a moment in time that had best been left forgotten. The goal of the game becomes clear by the notes written on the back or thin slips within the packages: match the secret to the person. You could simply ignore them, but the note also includes an addendum: more notes will continue to be sent until the person is matched to their secret.  ⏵ cracked reflection ⏴ Every person is an intricate mosaic, composed of numerous facets that shape what makes them - themselves. After all, one person is not simply one picture, but rather, a puzzle comprised of myriad pieces. These pieces may shape their strengths, their sense of humor, the influences of their upbringing, and who they admired in their formative years. Together, these fragments coalesce into a singular form: you. But what if those pieces were rearranged? What if the fundamental aspects that define who you are simply… didn’t exist? What if, rather than being a courageous hero, you were cast as a formidable villain? What if, instead of pursuing the path that led you to greatness, you veered in a different direction? A new dawn breaks over Etraya. The artificial sun rises over the horizon, accompanied by the melodic chirping of birds. As the denizens of Etraya awaken, they sense... a shift in the air - a feeling of dissonance, as if a piece of themselves has suddenly gone missing. Because it has. Doubles of every current inhabitant of Etraya roam the corridors of the apartment building and the surrounding facilities. They let themselves into Roxx to get a few new outfits, get themselves a meal at the hospital cafeteria, or maybe they’re raiding the snack shelves at Kwik Trip. They may bear a striking resemblance to their counterpart and act very similarly, but there is something off about them. A quality that sets them apart. Remember that step you took, that led you to your current career? The step you’ve kept secret for so long, that has defined your actions ever since? They didn’t take it. They went down a different path, something darker, or perhaps something lighter. They took the path you most feared, the one you knew would turn out terribly. And they in turn - turned out for the worst. Characters will find they are facing one of their worst fears: themselves, but their worst selves. The version of them that they fought so hard not to become, that they strove against rather than towards. And the mission? They need to take out their worst selves. But there’s a twist: interaction with their doubles isn’t possible. Both halves are cognizant of each other’s existence, yet they are incapable of verbally or physically interacting with each other. And while the double understands what they are, the original? Well… how do you truly know you are who you’re supposed to be? What if you were the double all along? What if you are your own worst self? There is one way to be sure: the color of the copies’ blood is slightly darker than what it should be. Running closer to a red-black than the red you would anticipate. Or for some, perhaps their blood is red where it should be running black. While they feel and look real, driving a unique blade straight through where their heart would be will cause doubles to dissipate into nothing once the knife penetrates deep enough. As for the genuine articles, well, the blade is sharp—and it’s going to hurt. A blade is provided for every authentic copy. Those who were sleeping through the night will find it beside them upon awakening. As for those who remain vigilant throughout the night, the blade will manifest beside them in the early hours of April 2nd. Guess someone is going to have to kill your double.  ⏵ quicksilver has no sense of tact ⏴ Aurora’s announcement left out several crucial details: the existence of the doubles, for one. But also the looming deadline to take care of the mess that has been dropped onto Etraya. Inside the characters’ wrists, they will discover a timer gradually counting down. The timers are only visible for the person who dons it, as is the amount of time given. Every person is given an individual time limit, but it cannot be longer than two weeks. As the numbers dwindle, more black marks appear going up the inside of their arms toward the inside of their elbow. And what are the black marks? With each additional black mark, they begin to feel… less like themselves, and more like their doppelgangers. In the beginning, maybe they barely notice the change. Maybe it’s a favorite food they loved that they now hate, or perhaps it’s an event that has shifted: something small but important - a decision to save a life changed to taking one. Maybe they’ll feel like a piece of themselves is no longer the same, replaced with another feeling or sensation. Where something would have usually made them empathetic to another's blight, now they find their suffering funny. Regardless, the longer their doubles are around, the longer they slowly begin to become their doubles - and their doubles begin to become just like them. If their doppelganger is not taken out at the end of their provided time, it will simply dissipate and the original will remain changed. The only way to return to normal is to kill the original. After death, the character will remain dead for twenty-four hours before returning to their normal selves as if the death had never occurred. While killing them to return them to normal is information Aurora will readily share, no one will inform them that they will simply return to normal by April 20th. Welcome to the first mission! For any questions relating to this mission please reply below. All other questions can be directed to the FAQ. Please note that while ICly, characters are not given a choice, players can choose which missions they wish for their characters to participate in. They may have missed receiving room assignments, or their secrets may not have been dropped, or a copy may not have shown up for them. This may not always be an option in future missions! |
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huh.
well, there's no way to fake that feature about her in the coming days, so clarke is going to have to improvise and can already feel the wheels churning. she waits until the pool of blood around the body reaches that certain diameter where one knows there's no coming back from before stepping forward, avoiding the expansion with careful footsteps but bending down to dip her fingertips into the ink like liquid. it's cooled already with exposure to the night air, and clarke rubs the blood between thumb and forefinger before — lightly dabbing it behind each of her ears.
she sighs, then turns towards natsuno smiling. ) Thank you, ( she half-sings, half-coos. it's praise and gratitude that run dangerously close to the vibe of patting someone's head and saying good boy, but also — where would she be right now without him? )
Now we should probably put the body somewhere...
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He's finishing wiping the knife clean on the corpse's pants when she deigns to approach and... dabs black blood behind her ears like perfume. Okay then.]
You'll have to re-apply it if you want the scent to stick.
[Not commenting on her cheerful thanks. He's well aware that she's praising him like you would a loyal attack dog, but it's fine. Everyone's using everyone to survive, after all, and you might as well find someone who understands that.]
Let's just throw her in the dumpster. Hopefully she'll get buried under the debris when the robots go back to work.
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but first, body disposal.
natsuno once again coming in clutch with an excellent suggestion, and clarke smiles. ) That's perfect. Let's do it.
( and then... abject silence. completely unmoving. expectant eye contact, because as they already established with that little shoe-kick, not like she can actually be expected to help with that. )
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While she's stocking up on nightblood, the other Natsuno brings a tarp from the construction site. The least he can do is avoid leaving a trail or getting even more blood on his clothes. The corpse in its plastic shroud is tossed unceremonipusly into the nearest dumpster.]
I'm not cleaning up the stain on the sidewalk.
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she has to pause a few time — the thump of dead weight against metal is a little distracting — and hold the syringe up in the fading light and squeeze out the air bubbles, but in the end she's going to come away from this night with a vicious sort of satisfaction at having gotten the better of her worst enemy — herself — and enough nightblood to continuously dab behind her ears to fool the other version of her vampire.
but by the time her's is fussing about the blood smear on the fresh cement, clarke's picking herself up and utterly unfussed. she looks up at the night sky, tilts her head and takes a shallow breath in through her nostrils before ultimately deciding: )
Don't think you'll have to worry about it. Smells like rain.
( and, god — )
Been a while since we got to experience real rain, huh? I missed that about Earth.
( — this world is honestly beautiful for all it's authenticity. no more cookie cutter leaves and stupid root systems, no more incapable captain, no more having to deal with the emotional rational of the other passengers about how he mattered and should be saved. and potentially all that remains between the two of them and the ability to stay here is a lesser version of natsuno and that bonded version of rita mordio.
that comes tomorrow, though. and with the thrum of satisfaction running through her veins, this clarke isn't remotely tired enough to retire after this. so she smiles again, recaps the syringe and tilts her head at him. )
Do you wanna go get a milkshake?
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[He strolls to her sides, hands in pockets, already at ease.]
Sure. But first let's stop at Roxx, I need a new shirt. This one's got some blood stains.
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( it's funny and it's okay to laugh about it, natsuno. clarke's snorting right now in her own little aside before veering a little closer as they walk and looping her arm around the crook of his elbow. )