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IC INTRO #1

A Blood Offering

You wake up cozy in bed at the Saturn Motel. As you observe the room you may realize that it looks a little dated. Or, perhaps from your point of view the lamp and TV are wildly futuristic. Or, like Goldilocks, it may seem just right: close to the world you just left behind. Either way, you just had a very strange dream (see the arrival scenario) and now you're here. And you're not alone: there's a bed next to yours and someone else is waking up just like you are.

You can chat for a while if you like, but if you try to leave you'll find the door is firmly locked and no amount of kicking, punching, or hitting it with an object will do you any good. Instead, there's a letter on the nightstand which reads:

"Good morning and welcome to your new home!

You may be wondering why you're trapped in this room. Fear not, the door will open easily if you offer a bit of blood. More than a few drops but not enough to be a serious wound. A handprint's worth will do, let's say, and it only needs to come from one of you.

I'll let you sort that out yourselves. See you on the other side.

Sincerely,
The Mayor"

And indeed, a handprint's worth of blood pressed against the door will unlock it and let you out into the world. Do you volunteer your own blood? Do you take it from the other person by force? It's up to you! But there's no food in here, so you better figure it out eventually.

Roller Rink

As a celebration of your new lives here (and an apology for the whole blood offering thing - they were just testing something out, really) the Mayor has invited everyone to the Crazy Eight Roller Rink for a private, after-hours party.

Attendance isn't mandatory, but it is heavily encouraged so that you can meet your fellow Cursed and know who's in on the whole secret. It'll help you down the line at some point if your Curse gets out of control and you need someone to wrangle you.

As a reward, everyone who shows up and completes at least one lap around the roller rink (you must be wearing skates, but you can crawl the lap if you can't get the hang of them) will receive a free walkman with a mystery tape inside. The color, style, and mystery tape your character gets are up to you.

Mallrats

Everyone loves the mall! Right? Right! And this group of newcomers is lucky enough to be here for the White Pines Mall Grand Opening celebration! Feel free to walk around the mall and partake in sales galore, check out the attractions, or just get to know the layout of the place.

The Mayor has given everyone a gift card for $100 that can be used anywhere in the mall as long as they attend the Grand Opening.

They also strongly suggest that you familiarize yourself with the mall and its layout, just in case you ever get stuck there for a while and have to compete with others for food and resources. But that probably won't happen.

Extra Info

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[Continued from here!]

It's not that Alec never explores... it's just that it isn't his instinct until he's got a mission he's preparing for (and then he, you know, looks for reports first and does the field work himself second.) Instead, his paranoia just mostly manifests in being constantly armed, even when going out for a snack.

Still, he can appreciate the tactical usefulness in their actions, and he folds his arms across his chest, appetite already forgotten. He eyes Wren with more interest than before, very much not the kind of man who would have thought of recon as a weird thing to do. "How far have you been outside of town?" That might have been a really weird question for a local, but Alec isn't thinking about that right now either. His first instinct after not being able to reach the institute of Magnus or even Idris by phone (or whatever weird beige thing his smartphone had been transformed into upon arrival) had been to try to walk out of town. Perhaps whatever spell brought him here and kept these people trapped, thinking it was still the 1980s, had a limit.

Only he'd gotten quite a hike out, and then found himself inexplicably walking back into town instead. Weird and unnerving, to say the least.

"Not far," Wren answered first, which was the truth. They'd gone only as far as the first forested area they could find to test if their powers worked and found the answer was a resounding 'no'. Past that, not being caught alone and unprepared seemed a better bet than seeing how far their shoes could take them - especially since for Wren, home was about two thousand miles away. So, sticking to populated areas, learning the town, and coming up with a plan.

Looking again at Alec's bow, still very obvious and very much there, out in the open, Wren risks being a little more explicit with their own potential paranoia.

"...I was thinking of getting a map and doing a more thorough search of the area. There's no way we're just allowed to run wild in a world with a supposed curse attached to us - even full access to the pacific coast wouldn't be smart."

"I think we're being contained," he starts, and then stops as the table they're standing nearby suddenly fills up with a chattering family laden with food. Right. They're supposed to be keeping a low profile, and Alec's stealth runes aren't working here. Just anybody can simply look over and see him looming there.

He's not a fan, even if hadn't necessarily been intending to follow the direction of the strange voice in his dreams...

Better safe than sorry, right? Casting a glance at the exit, then back at Wren, he jerks his head towards it. "Actually, I could use some fresh air," he blurts suddenly, like it's not a complete non-sequitur, figuring that they'll probably get the hint if they're as willing to be cautious as they sound. Alec likes having a game plan after all, and he has been totally without one since waking up here. If that could change? He's all about it—even if it means, horror of horrors, socializing.

Wren raises an eyebrow but doesn't complain or comment on the non-sequitur, just gives a nod and an agreement about "Yeah, same - guess we hit the lunch rush, it's filling up in here."

That said fresh air is a good excuse - smoking was still fully legal on airplanes, nobody thought twice about doing it indoors and in the mall food court. So they do a little idle chatter on the way to the doors outside, not anything that needs paying attention to, just enough so that they look mildly less suspicious walking along with purpose like they are.

Outside and a few steps away from the doors there's far less foot traffic.

"Contained?" Wren asked, keeping their voice low. They were in agreement with that, but wanted Alec's thoughts about it further.

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