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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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[Her ears tinge pink and she averts her gaze again. Right. That would be the logical assumption. Not, "Are you having fun out there, bud?"
God, she's so stupid. Her and her big mouth.
Still, she chooses to fidget in her seat rather than apologize. He's a very steadfast sort, he doesn't look put off by her bluster. That's nice. It might be a by-product of his situation. How rattled could you get by some idiot teenager when there were zombies around every corner? And that wouldn't count other threats, like lack of resources, competing survivors, perhaps a nomadic lifestyle. You wouldn't last a week if you were the sensitive type.
It's why she smiles when he draws his conclusions. Still sheepish of course, but she's grateful. In Towa City, it's just her and Komaru, and she's the senior of the two. They get by just fine, their strengths and weaknesses nest neatly together, weaving a veneer of competence neither could achieve on their own. But boy, life would be so much easier with a reliable adult around.]
Oh, I'm counting on it. That b-blood trick was just the start. And now the supernatural is on the table, too? Anything could happen. [She grumbles and, to her own surprise, finally draws a fry from the box. She passes on the ketchup and pops it in au naturel.] M-maybe we should raid a church, or shrine or something. St-stock up on holy water while we have the chance.
[Thanks to Bram Stoker and his ilk, they all had a handy compendium of classic monster how-to's. And if they really are in America, she'd wager the threats will lean on Western folklore.
Good, because yokai were all capricious pricks.]
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[ Daryl has definitely seem some vampire movies, but they've all got different rules; he knows, between the outbreak and having seen a chupacabra once (shut up, everyone he knows, he definitely saw it and it was definitely real, how can you think it's not when there are zombies) (they're not called zombies on the show but I can't go around not calling them zombies) (they call them 'walkers') (get it, because of the show name), that 'supernatural' is just a placeholder.
Like when people worshiped the sun. They just didn't know.
But maybe there's a practical use for holy water. He can't imagine what, since god isn't real and the way to end reanimated corpse is to physically destroy its brain, not magic spells, but. His sphere of awareness is small.
Across the food court, a toddler squeals in its father's arms, and Daryl ticks his gaze over to the sudden sound. Nothing noteworthy, though, and his attention drifts back to Fukawa. Wondering about her life, and if she's got anyone left. If curses are real, and why they were each pulled in.
Not any of his business, though. Daryl tries not to make a habit of asking people questions that he wouldn't want to answer, himself. ]
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[All this useless trivia might finally see some practical use. Not that she's a fan of horror. Not in the slightest, it might be one of her least favourite genres. But mythology and all its derivatives? That's the sort of ephemera she'll have knocking around her head until she goes senile.
Still, having to consider gathering wooden stakes and garlic is enough to make her senile. Fukawa pulls a face.]
Though I hope we won't have to take that crap seriously. I'd rather eat glass. This whole set up is a joke. If it w-weren't for the trick with the door...
[Or with time-travel. She lets the thought settle between them unspoken.]
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Rusty gears in his brain turn. Hrm.
(Daryl's favorite genre is drama. He won't tell, though.) ]
... It's all weird.
[ Understatement of the century. ]
Reckon we should be ready for anything, though. Trying to argue about whether or not the thing trying to kill you can be real or not just means you're gonna be dead, right?
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I'll say. [Understatement indeed. They're not flush with choices here, are they? She thinks back to what Vasiliy said on the roller rink, how there might be someone trapped with them who's an expert on these matters. Astrophysicists, paranormal investigators, maybe a literal sorcerer. She damn sure hopes there is. So far she has a frilly Shakespearean fop (who she will later learn is an ancient sea captain), an EMT, a zombie hunter, and herself, a prodigal schoolgirl novelist turned freedom fighter. Not a lick of intergalactic know-how among them.]
Y-yeah. No matter how ridiculous it is, it's better to face the truth than deny it. Or hide from it. [Fukawa takes another bite, a touch bigger than before. It's nice, this frankness he has, this anchoring ease. Daryl's still a stranger and a much older man, there's no world in which Fukawa would implicitly trust him. But she feels better now than she did skulking around the mall alone. He just gets it. The unease, the pessimism, the knowledge of what the worst could be and how close it is to happening. Everyone else is always telling her she's crying wolf.]
Um...I g-guess if we're stuck here, I'll let you know if I see anything. Or find some d-decent information about this Mayor asshole, or the curse. You're staying at the hotel, right?
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She's smart to stay on her toes. Keep people at an observable distance, and watch out for herself. You never know. Hell, Daryl doesn't know with her, even. His placid demeanor doesn't mean he'd ever be shocked if she pulled a knife on him.
No one's predictable. Humans are animals. That's just life. ]
Yeah. [ Unless the blood thing turns out to be a daily gig. That it looks clear so far is no promise it won't take an abrupt turn sometime. ] For now, at least.
[ It's the 80s, it can't be that hard to hustle a place to stay and undocumented income to make it work. He was a teen in the 80s, just beginning to learn about the outside world past the dregs of Appalachia, getting his first shitty tattoos, but he remembers it well as the last throes of truly easy layperson criminality. Interesting. ]
We should all make sure we talk, probably. Case some shit happens to one of us.