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cursedrp2022-09-01 08:01 pm
cursedmods) wrote in cursedrp2022-09-01 08:01 pm
Entry tags:
- ace attorney: gregory edgeworth,
- cyberpunk 2077: v,
- danganronpa: fukawa toko,
- dceu: harley quinn,
- marvel comics: peter quill,
- mcu: wanda maximoff,
- oc: deely newburg,
- oc: vasiliy yegorovich ardankin,
- oc: wren fulton,
- ofmd: edward teach,
- ofmd: stede bonnet,
- oliver twist: nancy sikes,
- shadowhunters: alec lightwood,
- stargate atlantis: dr rodney mckay,
- stargate atlantis: lt col john sheppard,
- stranger things: billy hargrove,
- stranger things: chrissy cunningham,
- stranger things: eddie munson,
- stranger things: jim hopper,
- stranger things: joyce byers,
- stranger things: steve harrington,
- twd: daryl dixon
IC INTRO #1
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.Roller Rink
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.
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.Mallrats
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.
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.Extra Info
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.
All the same guidelines from the TDM still apply. You can continue your TDM threads here or start new ones! And of course, you can start making your own prompts in the log or network communities at your leisure.
Our first event will be going up in about a week!
Please do not add character tags to any posts just yet, we'll add them to this post manually.
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Later, yes. Once they've become acquainted. Luckily for her he agrees, even took the effort to make note of the style of her skirt. That's so kind of him! Incredible! That he could bear looking at her loathesome body long enough to notice, she's never offered that level of consideration.
"Oh! Th-that's so — well it doesn't have to be this style exactly," she laughs, somewhat breathless. "I mean I'm not in school anymore. It w-would be nice to get s-something that isn't a uniform. Heheh..."
They quit the food court as one (she's assuming he'll lead the way) and Fukawa isn't quite at his side. She takes care to stay at least one step behind in deference. He's obviously superior to her, his own clothes may be out of touch but they look expensive, and she's got to take a chance to admire the weapon strapped to his back. No wonder he was so well muscled, you'd have to be to wield such a thing with accuracy.
"I trust your j-judgment though! I'm not exactly up to d-date on the fashions here."
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She would absolutely bust something laughing, probably.
"Right," he hedges, realizing that it probably wouldn't be right to lead her so far astray: "I don't know about that. I haven't even been born yet, if this actually is the 80's." So up to date is definitely the wrong way to conceptualize it. This place is so weird, and as much as he's trying to make sense of it he's also largely just trying not to think about it. Either way, it doesn't take long to get back to Ruby's, which had seemed like the least offensive clothes store in the mall when he'd wandered through it earlier. (He is very much not over Paradiso's terrible aesthetic.)
"How long have you been in those clothes?" It's got to be more than a quick crash in a helicopter during a riot and then waking up here, right? Surely.
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Already they're finding parallels! Perfect! Perhaps they read some of the same books, too. She knows by now that it's less likely, alternate universes and such, but she likes to think the most notable works ripple across all realities. Imagine a world without Abe Kobe, Charlotte Bronte, Victor Hugo. Perish the thought.
Then he strikes her unawares. Once again she flounders, scuttles back, glances left and right. The wind isn't fully gone from her sails, but it's still humiliating to admit:
"T-two years..." Barely whispered. As if that would soften the blow. Worse that it's not even her high school uniform, but her middle school one. Humiliation of all humiliations. "But it's not my fault! All right?! There's just been a few d-difficult situations, and I'm...I was..."
Oh boy. Fukawa snaps to the nearest rack, rifling through the offerings of the best discounts Ruby has to offer.
"Well, we're getting new clothes now! So it doesn't matter! How about this?"
She pulls loose another long skirt, no pleats, high waist. Please have mercy on her, sweet prince.
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He can't even imagine.
"It's, um, nice," he murmurs without actually glancing over at it, clearly a bit shell-shocked by her answer. Then his brain finally kicks back on and he does look at what she's holding out, and— never mind, actually. "No, not that one." The shade would clash with her hair, which is long enough that it's actually a problem. He wonders half a second how she fights with it, before reminding himself that some people don't fight, necessarily. This isn't the Institute, mundanes exist, and while he's only had about half a conversation with her he's already pretty sure that Fukawa is not the fighting type.
Some day he'll learn not to make snap judgments. Not today, obvious.
He points to the one still on the rack, behind the skirt she pulled out. It's a similar style, if slightly shorter—maybe knee-length—but black. Black goes with everything, Fukawa!! "That one."
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Which has her realizing how much her feet have been killing her. They're not the most practical shoe to be left running for your life in, especially with a heel. If she has money left over, maybe she'll slink into the shoe store and quietly purchase something more forgiving.
Or, in light of meeting this boy and being thrust into a functional society again, something a bit dressier? She'll never be beautiful, but perhaps she can aim higher than a ghoul who skulks in the shadows.
He rejects her skirt (why?) and offers something a bit more svelte, a few inches shorter on the hem. How bold of him. Does he prefer a slender pair of legs? Something to show them off in? Fukawa flushes anew. "Um, if you th-think so...I can try it..."
She takes the skirt demurely and clutches it close. "So! I don't have your name yet. Sh-shouldn't we be properly introduced?" Is it her fault if her lashes are prone to fluttering? "I'm F-Fukawa. Fukawa Toko."