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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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Really, he doesn't care. There was unsupervised alcohol in his house from jump, and all his would-be substance problems started early. He's just glad that anything past drinking and cigarettes scared him too bad to get into. (Definitely got called some slurs over it, but fuck, you watch enough acquaintances have their teeth fall out or vomit blood while unconscious and you just pass. No thanks.)
Daryl snorts a laugh and takes the tumbler, raising it up in a mime of drinking it before returning it to Nancy's possession. No smile, but the bartender is already busy ignoring them, so. That's fine. The last time he had anything was at Aaron and Eric's, a couple glasses of red wine over home-made spaghetti, probably the best meal he'd had in years. Somewhere else, now. A world away. ]
There's all kinda annoying rules about how old you gotta be to do shit, [ he says. ] Smoke cigarettes, drink alcohol, operate one of them cars. So folks get a little card with their birth date on it. Reckon you'll have to get a fake one.
[ A beat, then, ] Reckon I'll have to get a fake one. Damn. Mine's long gone.
[ Even if it wasn't, it was issued in, what, 2005? Womp womp. ]
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Oh, that's awful! [She glances over at a car, wondering if she wants to learn to drive one.] Y'see, breaking rules and laws was never really anything I've paid much mind to. Back at home... Well, we did all of that since we can remember. [She's not going to pour out that she is a criminal and a thief right here and now.]
Of course it was all pipe tobacco or cigars. [She'd heard the term cigarette before, from some posh Frog she stole a cigarette case from.] I got my Bill a beautiful snuff box, once. [She touches her swollen eye, winces, but smiles wistfully.] Do they still have those here?
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Well, that sucks. Why are people always this way, to each other.
A bit of a delay on a response, again. A bad habit of his, being too reticent, his social inexperience pushing him to the edge of awkward somewhat consistently.
But: ]
Yeah.
[ Or close enough. Daryl's a smoker, but he's not well-versed in anything offbeat. Chewing tobacco was popular where he lived in the sticks, but he could never handle the spitting, somehow. Surprising given how gross he is in general, but everybody's got their lines. ]
If I find someplace that does good fakes, I'll make sure to get you hooked up. With the ID card.
[ Should be like 100% easier for her than him, given the accent. Nobody in America knows what the fuck a real ID from the UK looks like. ]
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Good, good.
[She's working on the gin and tonic. Straws are fun.]
Thank you! I appreciate that. A good forger's hard to find in any day and age, I imagine.
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[ If they're stuck here. He's talking like they are, because he doesn't know what else to do— he has no plan except see what the lay of the land is. If he can go back to sleep and wake up back home, then that's what he'll do, but the problem of what the fuck is going on feels too complicated for him to really look at in his own head. He needs a minute.
To that end, he points at a table in the cafe. ]
Why don't you hang here for a bit. Get something to eat, see if you can pick anybody else out in our boat. I'm gonna see what I see outside.
[ Is this a town? A city? Is there a wall just past the parking lot, and zombies on the other side? Is he just going insane??
Gotta figure it out. ]
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You know where to find me, when you're done. Be safe, won't you?
[She looks at him optimistically. Then, she's going to finish her drink.]