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Entry tags:
- !mission log,
- baldurs gate: shadowheart,
- dc comics: damian wayne,
- dc comics: dick grayson,
- detroit become human: connor,
- dimension 20: fabian seacaster,
- original: samil,
- the sandman: hob gadling,
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- ✘ dceu: clark kent,
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- ✘ final fantasy vii: aerith gainsboroug,
- ✘ mcu: natasha romanoff,
- ✘ mcu: peter parker,
- ✘ my hero academia: izuku midoriya,
- ✘ neon genesis evangelion: asuka langley,
- ✘ original: nuvia,
- ✘ worm: francis krouse,
- ✘ xmcu: laura
MISSION 004 (part 1)
WHO: Everyone!
WHEN: July 19th-July 27th.
WHERE: Moorecroft Village
WHAT: Enjoy life in your new suburban neighborhood!
NOTES\WARNINGS: Potential death.
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:
 ⏵ 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. 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. |
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Except, well…]
No, but we have time travel.
[She intentionally says it in a tone that doesn’t give away if she’s being serious or not.
Sighing through her nose, Daisy steps towards the counter and asks for two tickets to Taylor Swift.]
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He trails after her, tossing some cash down on the counter, two tickets acquired, easy peasy. ]
Want popcorn? Candy? I was always an m&m thrown into popcorn fan. Salty and sweet.
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She doesn’t expect him to pay, despite him asking her out on a date.]
Oh, uh…
Thanks.
[Taking the tickets, she follows him over towards the concession stand, looking at the selection.]
That sounds good. I’ll pay for it, what size do you want?
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[ He squints at the choices, glancing over at the actual buckets. ]
Definitely the big one. How d'you feel about butter?
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[In other words: She likes it.]
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Awesome.
[ Huge and drenched in butter it is - and a whole sleeve of napkins, thanks very much. ]
Soda? [ gotta have a drink with the popcorn or you'll leave with a dry mouth pucker ]
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[Daisy asks, stepping up in the line. There's only one other person ahead of them now.]
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[ he definitely probably mostly likely has Jack to dump in it, but hey - that’s noooot exactly date behavior is it? flask stays in his jacket. ]
And the m&m’s. Can’t forget those.
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Can't forget those.
[She echos before stepping up and ordering everything. He hands him the soda, tucking the box of m&ms under her arm so both hands are free to hold the bucket of popcorn.]
What theater are we in?
[She asks as she steps away from the counter and towards the person collecting the tickets.]
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Looks like three. So down the hall, on the left. Need some help with that? [ candy or popcorn, he’s got a handle on the soda. ]
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How many times have you been here?
[Once they usher has ripped their tickets, Daisy follows him towards their theater.]
Thanks, but I got it.
[Once inside their theater, Daisy sees quite a few teenage girls dressed up and trading what appears to be bracelets.]
...Something tells me we're not the target audience.
[She says, following him to where their assigned seats are.]
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[ a matinee for old people like him. ]
Hmm. [ He’s eyeing those bracelets curiously, and once they sit he’s gonna lean over and ask the closest teen what they are, successfully obtaining one for both himself and his date. ]
That’s cute. Here. [ he dangles it in front of her with a grin. ] Will you do me the honor of being my friend?
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I didn't take you for a 'Gone With the Wind' kinda guy.
[Not that she knows him well enough to make anything other than assumptions based off of his appearance. Once they're in their seats, Daisy places the popcorn between them and is about to hand him the box of m&ms when she turns to see him talking to some of the girls in front of him.
She opens her mouth in protest when he dangles the handmade bracelet in front of her, but with a few of the girls watching them and giggling she feels pressured into saying...]
Uh, sure. I guess.
[Daisy has had some interesting first dates, but this might make the top 10 by the end of the night. Once the bracelet is placed on her wrist, she turns her arm so she can read it. What the hell does 'Evermore' have to do with Taylor Swift?]
What does yours say?
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Let’s see..
[ He looks down and examines the one he kept for himself, and wow. That’s a lot of pink.
Oh well. His now. ]
Lover?
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I'd offer to trade, but I think I like mine more.
[Even if she has no idea what the hell either of these mean. Well, she doesn't until one of the teens turns around to explain that it's titles of songs.]
Can't say I've ever heard of Lover,
[Daisy teases, looking down at her bracelet again.]
Or Evermore.
[Her admission was a big mistake, because the teenagers in front of them start talking their ears off about their favorite songs to them. In all honesty, Daisy kind of zones out until the lights start to dim and they turn around to face the screen. Screaming in excitement.]
What the hell did you get me into?
[Daisy asks dreadfully.]
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[ He hasn't heard of either one of them either, but he...has a feeling they're gonna find out in the next few hours. Dean listens to the girls but for the most part he's clueless.
The screams catch him off guard a little, but the clock ticking down and the background music are kinda cool, though he's gotta wonder if they'll be able to hear anything with all the hollering. ]
I...don't know.
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[Daisy says in surprise, a smile tugging briefly on her lips. He just keeps surprising her, and she’s beginning to realize that maybe she should just stop making assumptions. At least with him.
She thought this was going to be some documentary on her career, but it quickly becomes clear that this is…
A concert.
Everyone else in the theater is singing along to a song she’s never heard before, and Daisy looks to Dean again. She’s hoping he also thinks this is stupid and they’ll go ask for a refund and see something else.]
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(sam. he means sam)
And, well. Probably much to her disappointment he looks fairly invested in it - he hasn't made it farther than 1989, so the Lover set he isn't gonna know - but Fearless, he sure does. Please believe he will be singing Love Story under his breath.
Still, there's a lot of screaming teenage girls, so a song or two in he's gonna bust that flask out and wiggle it in her direction. ]
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It’s not that Daisy has anything against the woman, she just doesn’t care enough to go to a concert of hers. Or a movie concert. So when Dean flashes what he had hidden in the pocket of his jacket, she’s relieved and holds out a hand to take it from him. By this point the girls in front of them are standing up, dancing and singing along.]
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And he's enjoying the hell out of it, passing the flask over with a little grin. Partake, by all means. He's just gonna sing a little you belong with me under his breath. ]
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...You know her music?
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[ he is enjoying himself immensely. ]
Some of it. A lot of this is newer stuff I haven't heard before. I like it. [ shame she hasn't updated the movie with ttpd yet, alas. ]
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Why didn’t you lead with the fact that you’re a fan?
[She can guess why, and while maybe she’s judging him a little, it’s not because he’s a guy whose into Taylor Swift. It’s just not a movie she would’ve willingly sat through if there had been other options.]
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Would've you have actually seen it if I told you?
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No. Definitely not.