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Lost Carnival Mods ([personal profile] ringleaders) wrote in [community profile] livinglot2018-07-25 11:13 am

⇨ Test Drive Meme: EDEN (Rescued Captives)

WELCOME TO THE SHOW!

Or, more specifically, Lost Carnival's test drive meme! We've changed a lot this time around and have introduced a whole new method of entering the game. Before we get started, let's lay down some details:
  • You can (and should) read the plot FAQ here.
  • Reserves and Applications are currently OPEN.
  • This round, new characters will be entering as rescued captives. Initially stolen away into this world by the leader of Eden, they will be rescued by current characters as part of an in-game event.
  • You can apply as a newcomer or as a "veteran" character who has been in the carnival for up to three years. In the case of veteran characters, you will need to come up with an explanation of why they haven't been around the carnival recently. They will arrive in the carnival grounds with no entry log necessary.
  • TDM threads can be used as game canon after the fact if both characters are accepted, the players agree to it, and it makes any sense contextually.


CURRENT SCENARIO
GARDEN OF EDEN

Eden is a magical, almost idyllic realm created by a powerful nephalem, with the specific purpose of finding a way to craft the perfect mortal soul. Above ground there are beautiful forest, gardens, and architecture that is otherworldly in its splendor. You, however, don't get to see most of that, because you have been brought to its underground prison, locked away like a zoo animal to be studied by the locals. This is extra weird because everyone living in Eden is some kind of uplifted animal - the beings attending to you are a diverse assortment of species, all with the ability to talk and apparently bend reality.

The underground garden you're being kept in doesn't look like a prison at first. Despite its lack of natural light, it's well decorated with plant life and various water features, its trees growing enough fruit to sustain you indefinitely. But there's no way out. It's just you and the other captives, and occasionally one of Eden's beasts coming in to check on you, or drag someone out to be examined. It's like being abducted by UFOs if the UFOs were talking animals, and the spaceship was a magical realm.

You may have noticed by now that, eventually, individual test subjects stop being returned to the garden. You could imagine this is because they've been released, but realistically, you suspect it's something much worse.

THE MIRROR: The first thing you remember of your stay in Eden is seeing a mirror, its pristine silver surface being all that you can focus on. You don't know how you got there, only that the reflection seems to reach inside of you and pull something out, as if it's splitting you in half to create your mirror image. Eventually, you lose consciousness, and wake up in the garden prison. It took you a while to get the chance to talk to any of the animals, and they are disinclined to give you anything but the most basic of information - what to eat, where to sleep. They don't seem to want to get attached.

THE GARDENS: There's not much to do in the garden, besides lounge around and maybe speak with your fellow captives. They have more information for you than any of the animals will - some of them are human, but some of them are obviously alien, telling tales of different worlds far beyond your experience. The lights dim at night and brighten in the day, but there's no outdoors to be seen. There are cushions and blankets laying on the grass for you to sleep on, but there are no beds. No one who has gotten violent towards the animals that attend to you has come back after being hauled off.

SOMETHING MISSING: Since the moment you've arrived, no magic or powers you had previously have worked. More than that, you feel like something inside of you is missing - like some part of your soul never came back from being split into that mirror you saw. Maybe that's an abstract idea for you, maybe you don't believe in souls. Yet, now it's an instinctive feeling that is hard to put out of your mind. What did they take from you? Can you get it back?

WILD CARD: Want to try some threads with the assumption that your character is already with the carnival? There are a lot of possibilities and you're free to explore them. Check out the rest of the game info or the locations page for additional inspiration. Want to run the obstacle course? Hang out in the Backyard? Choose whatever appeals! These prompts will be considered non-canon, unless you are applying as a veteran.

Recruits from this month will be signing on with the carnival in an entry log that will be posted around the start of August. You can view the in-game calendar here.

ENTRY STATUS
  • Approved characters will arrive as part of an in-game event log which will cover their rescue. TDM threads are meant to be pre-rescue circumstances, and current players will be tagging in as NPCs or other captured characters.
  • Characters rescued from Eden can have been imprisoned in the gardens for anywhere from a single day to up to three months. Good luck keeping track, though, there's no clocks down here.
  • Characters rescued from the gardens will be mostly depowered at the time, but will get their powers back by the end of the event.
  • Characters will be imprisoned with only the clothes on their back. All items will have been confiscated, but can potentially be retrieved in the event log.
kingsroads: (totally got this situation down pat)

[personal profile] kingsroads 2018-08-18 11:07 pm (UTC)(link)
"I think so." And he starts talking, counting off on his fingers as he does so. "Big pale lady with mismatched eyes, crow kid, half orc with scar, blue and purple tieflings who look fancy, a...halfling?" Shit, he doesn't know what that is either. "A halfling with a ceramic mask and bandages, and a person who looks like me but ginger."

And here's the biggest clue that he's just trying to play off like he knows what he's doing and probably needs a bit more details: Strange mispronounces 'tiefling.' He's trying to mimic how Beau pronounced it the best he can, since again, no clue what that word is, so that word is a bit drawn out and in a weirdly American accent.

"Did I get them all right?"
impatientdefense: (there's weird and there's this)

[personal profile] impatientdefense 2018-08-19 08:22 pm (UTC)(link)
She purses her lips, regarding him for a minute. Considers her options, then lets the air out in a gust of a sigh, before continuing in a too-mannerly voice. "Hey, so, you're at least halfway there, so, good job! Yeah. But, it's 'tiefling,' not... whatever you just said."

The mannerly tone wears off as she talks, until it's back to blunt with 'whatever'. He knows plenty about this place, sure, but wherever he comes from must be - equally, appropriately - strange. No tieflings. What the hell. Does he at least know what demons are, or what?

"Look, man, if you don't know that's fine, just say it so I can make sure you've got this." Beau waves her hand in a circle, "you know, describe them a little more."
kingsroads: (urrrrrrrrrgh)

[personal profile] kingsroads 2018-08-19 09:59 pm (UTC)(link)
Strange can't help but give Beau a little frown as she calls him out. He would appreciate it if she didn't do that! Come on, Beau, cut him some slack!

"I don't know what a tiefling is," Strange admits, like the fact that he had to admit not knowing someone is the end of the world. "But how many blue or purple colored people could there be?"

That's what she meant by blue, right? A blue person? Strange, who's dealt with people who were furry, scaled, or feathery, is at least assuming that's what Beau means by blue and purple.
impatientdefense: (canon art)

[personal profile] impatientdefense 2018-08-19 10:42 pm (UTC)(link)
No, she can't cut him any slack. Wanting to know everything and have everyone know you know it is a great goal. But it just looks stupid if you're not open to correction when you're wrong. That's like, the most basic thing, man.

"...You know what? That's fair. That's super fair." Beau nods slowly, conceding the point with some grace. Mild grace. "You're not wrong about that. They also have horns and tails, so. Just in case."

Well, if he goes looking for fur, scales, or feathers, he's going to be misled. Fortunately for him, they're not even here to be found, so there's not likely to be any mistaken identity.
kingsroads: (maybe staring makes it work)

[personal profile] kingsroads 2018-08-20 01:10 pm (UTC)(link)
Strange nods. At least now he looks a bit more comfortable and a lot less confused. Blue and purple, kind of fancy, horns and tails. He knows that this might be splitting hairs, but he's curious, so he asks anyway, "What kind of horns?"

When you're in a carnival full of different styles of horned people, these things tend to matter.
impatientdefense: (wanna fight)

[personal profile] impatientdefense 2018-08-20 05:42 pm (UTC)(link)
"Uhhh... Spiraly things. Like this." Beau raises her hands to her head, curling them to try demonstrating the ram-like spirals. It... Probably conveys they have horns. Not much besides that.

She makes a face as she does, realizing what it must look like - even without benefit of her own reflection to see, and adds, "don't make fun of me for explaining like this, got it? Even if you're a puddle, I'll find a way to punch you, somehow."
kingsroads: (small cheeky little smile)

[personal profile] kingsroads 2018-08-20 06:18 pm (UTC)(link)
Strange doesn't say anything, but the annoying little smile on his face shows that yeah, he realizes what it looks like, she's making the universal sign for 'someone's a little bit crazy.'

"I'm not normally a puddle," said like it's the most obvious thing ever. "I'm just one for the time being. But I'll do a search for your friends and return here or to a different reflection should I find them." After all, Beau can't hang out by this water forever.

"Is there anything else I need to know before I depart?"
impatientdefense: (shit)

[personal profile] impatientdefense 2018-08-21 08:03 am (UTC)(link)
"Gnnng." She digs her fingers in her hair for a minute, because that's an expression that super needs punching and she brought it on her own damn self. "Nope. I got nothing. You go do your scrying thing."

She'll just be here, in this comfortable prison cell, taking a nap by this pool.