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thefoundation2018-11-24 01:53 am
foundationmods) wrote in thefoundation2018-11-24 01:53 am
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Intro log: Welcome to The Resort!
Before you even open your eyes, you can tell something is not right. It's cold. Not quite unbearably so, but cold enough that you can take notice of it. And as soon as you open your eyes, you will be able to see why it's so cold: you're in the middle of a snowy forest, with only a single two-lane road cutting through the thick trees.
Unfortunately, you seem to be without transportation. Fortunately, you are wearing warm clothes and snow gear, so freezing isn't an immediate problem. But without transportation, you're in for a long walk ahead of you.
There are others around as well. Other people, just as lost and confused as you are. Everyone seems to be lacking any memory that might explain why everyone is here. As far as anyone knows, all of you were just ripped out of your previous lives and dumped here on this snowy road, wearing snow gear and having any items that are important to you already on hand. And for some of you, you even have a new power, one that you somehow instantly know how to use...
Two ways to go: forward and back. Despite having no indication of which way is the 'right' way, you feel drawn towards one direction in particular. Going 'back' is possible, but you get the feeling that you will be even more lost if you try. And given that you have no food or water on you, it's best to keep moving forward.
So, are you ready to walk? Because you have a long road ahead of you.
((Welcome to The Resort! Your characters will have any objects or animals with them that they should have given their canon point, but are dressed in cold weather clothing.
This prompt is just the first part of the intro log. New top-levels will go up over the course of the weekend as everyone progresses from 'where the hell am I?' to the resort proper, and to getting settled in. For now, just start with this prompt. We'll link further updates here for easy access.))
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There is something on the table itself...a note.
it reads:
'We've cleaned and returned these to you!
-The Resort'
On the back, there's an angrily written 'FUCK YOU'.]
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[UUUUUH]
They returned them. . . to a dead person?
[picking up the note, flipping it over to the back, and-- he snorts a laugh. HE CAN'T HELP IT THAT'S KIND OF FUNNY]
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There's also another piece of paper under the note.
'I cant take it anymore
please
let me out of here
please
please please please pleasepleasepleaseples-'
The writing devolves into incoherent scribbling at that point, but the writing before is a match for the 'fuck you' scrawled on the back of the card.]
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[. . .]
[sets his jaw again and pockets both notes, before he searches the desk for anything else of interest. drawers, weird pens, more notes, etc etc]
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There's also something written on the underside of the desk, in the same handwriting, a little more coherent this time.
'Don't forget any of the people you love. Not the people at home, and not the ones you met here.
The moment you forget them, is the moment you die for good.']
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Who were you. . .? And how long were you here?
[he asks in a low voice, mostly a mumble]
[and then he reaches into his nifty bag of items he brought and pulls out. . . AN ETERNAL LOCKPICK. with a surreptitious glance around the room to make sure Medic isn't watching, he starts poking at one of the locked drawers, trying to pick the lock open]
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But then he moves onto lock picking, and everything is silent - right up until akira opens the lock, and -
a glitter bomb and ink bomb simultaneously hit him in the face as he opens the desk drawer.]
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[and then the drawer opens]
[AND THEN THERE IS GLITTER AND INK EVERYWHERE]
[Akira stands with his hand on the drawer, glasses covered in sparkling inky blackness that drips down his cheeks and onto the floor at his feet. a few more moments of silence pass, before he just. . . casually lifts a hand]
[plucks off his glasses]
[and begins to clean the ink off of the lenses with his shirt]
[ps there are rings around his eyes where his glasses blocked the ink]
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the inside of that drawer only reads 'don't go in my shit without my key next time, moron.']
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[just. fucking. closes the door]
[and flips off the thin air]
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...What just happened?
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I think this place is haunted.
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