MISSION 004 (part 1)

[etrayamods]

WHO: Everyone!
WHEN: July 19th-July 27th.
WHERE: Moorecroft Village
WHAT: Enjoy life in your new suburban neighborhood!
NOTES\WARNINGS: Potential death.

⏵ welcome home ⏴ Welcome to Moorecroft Village, where the sun casts a gentle glow through soft white clouds. Pavement paths wind around the village, adorned with wildflowers in every hue. Birds sing a soothing melody, while a few content cats lounge in sunspots or on benches along the streets. Cars hum by, ferrying residents to work, the store, or back home after a busy day. It looks almost perfect. The ideal little village, occupied by individuals from all over. Orcs, elves, faeries, werewolves, vampires, and dhampirs coexist harmoniously, each contributing to their quaint little town. Despite their varied backgrounds, they appear to embrace this place as their own. They take their baby carriages out during the day for a stroll, chatting with friends and neighbors about current happenings, discussing their most recent mission (a ‘game’ of Whodunit, in which one of theirs, Theo, was tasked with killing one of their own each day and they all had to figure out who had killed them before they could come back to life) and the difficulties therein, new job assignments, weird things the teens in their houses are getting up to... generic, neighborly conversations. The village is full of life. There are numerous facilities to wander and things to do! The library houses a vast collection of books spanning history from countless other worlds and whimsical children's tales. Teens gather at the ice skating rink, while the movie theater screens films spanning generations. An aquarium full of wonders: glowing rainbow fish, miniature great white sharks, a colorful octopus with patterns running over it that almost look like ivy, and numerous others. In the daytime, everyone can explore clothing stores, indulge in gourmet cakes from the grocers, and partake in leisurely pursuits without financial concerns; just like on Etraya, money does not exist here. ⏵ help wanted ⏴ Moorecroft surpasses Etraya in its development, offering attractions and activities to engage its inhabitants throughout the day. But with these advancements come additional responsibilities. By day, at least one adult from every household is expected to fulfill their shifts at 'day jobs', lasting anywhere from four to eight hours. Meanwhile, the youth are expected to go to school, absorbing knowledge in various disciplines. Each job duty requires different skillsets, but whether or not those required skillsets are matched to those who are expected to work them... well. They’ll have plenty of time for training, won’t they? Or perhaps they’ll get dropped right into their job and be expected to figure it out all on their own. For the younger residents, education is structured into two main institutions: "Sandalwood Lower" for those twelve and under, and "Maplewood Upper" for older students. These schools offer a broad curriculum encompassing Language Arts, Mathematics, Science, Physical Education, Technology, Fine Arts, and a diverse array of Foreign Languages. Electives range widely, from specific sports to Survival Training, Creative Writing, Journalism, and Sociology. At lunchtime, the school cafeteria presents an array of choices. Options range from standard fare like school pizza to other offerings such as vampire's blood, brains, and hearts—just in case an unexpected guest should drop in. After all, one never knows who might show up in Moorecroft. ⏵ honey do's ⏴ But life extends beyond work and school. A structured routine of what is expected of each household is kept on digital calendars, and installed on the wall in the kitchen of each house. These calendars update daily with smaller tasks, and weekly with larger ones, detailing what is expected of those residing within its walls. Typical tasks include simple activities such as: Take the child(ren) for a walk outdoors. Visit the local park. Bake a pie for the neighbors. Tell your spouse(s) how important they are to you. Share a secret. Shop with your child(ren). Mow the lawn. Don’t forget to attend your child’s school’s PTA meeting! Help with homework. Take family photos. Go on a date. More complex tasks are found under weekly checklists, and may involve: Host a neighborhood barbeque competition. Volunteer at the hospital. Teach your child a sport. Start a soccer league. Create a garage band. Get a part time job. Join a club. Eos will check off each task as it is completed. At the bottom of each calendar, a tally records the completion of tasks, providing a visual measure of productivity and community involvement. ⏵ night watch ⏴ As the sun lowers over the horizon, everything shifts. Every long-term resident understands the consequences of curfew and the threats within. They retreat to their homes, urging those unfamiliar to them who may not understand the rules just yet that they, too, need to return indoors for the night. Within the confines of their houses, life continues under a fragile veil of normalcy. A peek into some of the homes of long-term residents will find them playing board games with their family units, completing homework or work assignments they were unable to finish during the day, watching a few family-friendly shows on their couches, or enjoying a late dinner. Eventually, they’ll return to their beds and wait for the sound of their alarms. In Moorecroft, no friendly companion bots roam the streets during the day. In their place, highly advanced robots emerge to enforce curfew once the time comes. They silently make their way through the streets, sweeping away anything that isn’t part of Eos’ design: trash left out on the street, bugs left by suspicious men wearing cowls that have ears on them, graffiti, new decor that Eos decides she doesn’t like. No winds shake the trees, there are no cars on the road, but noises can be heard coming from outside that don't sound... normal by any means. Croaks, whispers, scratches against doors and walls alike. Those who defy curfew will be asked, once, to return to their homes. If they opt not to listen, they are met with force: physically restrained, subdued, and dragged back to their homes. If they decide to fight, the bots are not above killing them and dropping their limp bodies just inside the front door of their houses. They will revive after 48 hours but not without cost. Each return carries an absence—a missing memory, a lost skill, or a fragment of their very essence, stolen away in the process of their revival. Even those who manage to evade capture will awaken in their beds with no recollection of their death or what they may have witnessed before dying. They will instead have a vague feeling that something horrifying happened. ⏵ NOTES ⏴ Daily and weekly tasks can be chosen by players! We won't be listing these out for each household, but relying on players to choose what's most fun for them to play with within their households. As noted on Mission Plotting, we're open to one group successfully staying out past curfew, but would like to keep this to one thread. We have a separate log for NPC interactions for this mission! For any questions relating to the contents of this log, mod queries thread on the initial plotting post to assist us in keeping all mission-related information in one place. All other questions can be directed to the FAQ. ⏵FULL NAVIGATION⏴

Comments

around town — OTA

[daughterofliberty]

a. I love I love I love my calendar girl (cw: slighty nsfw linked photo)—[ She hadn't thought being a firefighter would be so bad — there's a reason why so many elementary school kids pick it as a possible career and that reason is: sometimes you get to drive a really big truck — but there aren't really that many fires in Moorecroft. What there is is an embrace of the humble small town fundraiser that would put her mother's old charities to shame. Case in point: the calendar. The modeling isn't so bad, really; it's the door-to-door sales pitch that's really starting to grind her down. Sharon knocks on each door, holding up a calendar when the homeowner responds and delivering her scripted lines with all the enthusiasm of someone going to get a root canal. ]

"Would you like to support the Moorecroft Firefighter's Association today? All proceeds go toward buying a new oven and fridge for the firehouse."

b. career day —[ The last thing any spy wants to do is tell people they're a spy... or anything else about them, really. So she certainly never expected to be where she is right now — standing in front of a class of children — with her name on the board behind her: Sharon Carter, firefighter.

If she had ever thought about it, she'd have assumed it would at least be an occupation she knows how to explain. ] "So... who has questions?"

c. hello, neighbor —[ She's grateful to be next to Jean on one side of the little bungalow, but apparently Eos demands she meet and greet more than one neighbor. Perhaps she knocks on the door, asking if she can borrow a cup of sugar, or maybe she walks by with Harry in a stroller and checks in to see if you'd like to join them for a walk in the park. Neighbors she knows well — or friends from before — are always welcome in her kitchen for a cup of coffee... or a strong martini. She'll shake it up and pour it into a glass fresh from the freezer, music drifting from the stereo in the living room. Regardless of where you meet her, Sharon will start the conversation in pretty much the same way: ]

"Kind of feels like Eos has a sense of humor, huh? How're things going for you so far?"

d. our house is a very very very fine house — [ Even first responders get a day off now and then... which just means she's on baby duty to give Steve a break. But with Moorecroft's perfect weather, all that means is she can be found out on the back porch of the little yellow bungalow, idly rocking the baby in its sleeper with one foot while she flips through the newspaper or jots down notes. Should someone stop by to chat, she's likely to offer them some lemonade or a cold beer while they exchange what they've learned about this place thus far... or just while they pretend like they aren't watching Steve Rogers chop wood for the firepit that takes up the back quarter of the patio. ]

3. workin' on our night moves — [ But once the sun goes down, she puts away her firefighter's uniform and mom yoga pants and slips into the white tac suit that came with her from Etraya. She doesn't have any intention of getting caught or killed by any bots, but there's no keeping Agent Thirteen locked up when there's a mystery to solve. If she sees someone else outside, she'll grab them and pull them into the shadows, her eyes intent and her voice low. ]

"What've you seen so far?"