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Entry tags:
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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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[ He shrugs, trying very hard to pretend this whole thing is fine and he's not at all bothered or upset. ]
Anyway, you can tell your angel friend. The missions are always kinda fucked up, we'll probably be forced to talk about it in some way.
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[ now more than ever he wishes Sam were here and they had a true arsenal in the bunker instead of friggin cosplay toys and tonka cars. ]
Anything can be killed. Except HH Holmes, but that’s only because we couldn’t get to his actual grave.
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[ he doesn't understand the mechanics, he just got to see the army. ]
Who's HH Holmes?
[ that's more fun than talking about Chucky. Chucky sucks. ]
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[ All he wants to do is go to this kids home and kill some dolls. ]
He was considered America's first serial killer. He was, uh - pretty fucked up, to put it bluntly. [ doesn't know if the kid wants the gory details, so he'll kinda wait there to see if any elaboration is needed. ]
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[ If anything, he's calmer talking about that than about literally anything else. ]
spn makin shit up about historical figures ftw
[ He thinks maybe they're getting close to their house by now, glancing from paper to house numbers. ]
So the deal with the ghost - buddy of mine Jo, [ that he got killed, along with her mother, moving on; ] connected all the dots that he was haunting this apartment building, snatching blonds and, well. [ DOING REAL BAD THINGS TO 'EM. ]
Anyway, we figured it out, but the problem with ghosts is you gotta find their bones, salt and burn them. That's what sends them on to...heaven or hell, I guess. And his grave happens to be sealed in granite in plain sight. So we trapped him in the sewer with a ring of salt and sealed the exit with concrete.
chucky 🤝 spn: making shit up
[ That sounds like a cool job to have, especially if you're recently orphaned due to a shitty ass voodoo doll and have no way to take revenge on it.
He looks at the paper Dean's holding then up at the house. It's gonna be so weird for him to be in a house again. ]
gotta love it lmao
Yeah, actually. Family business. Me and my brother travel all across the states chasing down monsters and ghosts.
[ He points, gesturing towards their little slice of suburbia. ]
I think it's that one.
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[ He's walking a step being Dean, not even sure of what he's afraid of but if anything comes out, Dean's a monster hunter, he can probably handle it. ]
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Don't worry. I got this.
[ He'll go in first, pave the way. He's got his gun on him, so hopefully that doesn't freak the kid out, because he's drawing it and going up the walk first, carefuly opening the door and slipping inside. ]
Wait here. I'll do a sweep.
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IF YOU DIE I'LL BE TRAUMATIZED FOR LIFE!
[ There's humor in it because he's already traumatized for life, but you know, some incentive not to die can't hurt, right? ]
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[ He calls back, chuckling to himself as he moves through the house, checking every room, every closet, under all the beds. It doesn't take long, he's an expert at this, and a few minutes later he reappears in the open door, tucking his gun into the back of his jeans. ]
Coast is clear.
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Cool. Normal home?
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A little Stepford for my tastes, but I like the kitchen. Wanna check it out?
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[ He's stepping inside to look at the place. ]
How many bedrooms? Are you sleeping with the angel?
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There's three. And no, Cas doesn't sleep, but I guess they gave him a room anyway.
[ HE IS NOT SLEEPING WITH THE ANGEL ]
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[ Look at him, happy to relinquish the big bedroom if they were sharing. ]
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[ Dean's used to motel rooms and a bunker, this whole house is friggin' luxury. ]
Enjoy.
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[ He's running upstairs to check out the bedrooms and claim the biggest one. ]
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Uh, hello.
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But Dean said he was cool and wouldn't smite him or whatever, so maybe he doesn't need to have some sort of panic attack over it. ]
... hey. Hi. I'm the government-assigned minor or whatever.
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[ Castiel has to acknowledge the humor in it at least, and his face softens from its usually stony expression into something more self-aware and humorous.]
My name is Castiel. I apologize for not being more available to meet with you sooner.
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Do angels know that? ]
It's. It's cool, Dean caught me up to speed. I'm— Logan. I used to go by Junior but we decided that was gonna make things weirder.
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Castiel has learned over time spent with the Winchesters, and on earth, that things weren't always so black and white. Demons weren't only abominations, and spending time in hell did not a monster make.
It's the farthest thought from his mind now, though, he's doing everything he can to maintain conversation and be social with the child, but his successful interactions with people were abysmal and his track record held up even in Etraya.]
Would you prefer I call you Logan or Junior? You can call me Cas if it's easier for you.
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[ Since he's not currently being sent to hell maybe he can be curious. ]
... so what was your job? As an angel?
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