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TDM: FEBRUARY/MARCH
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SCENARIO ONE
(CW: hospitals, environmental horror)
You awaken with a harsh shiver, goosebumps prickling your skin. Perhaps you've found yourself in a bath tub filled with ice. Perhaps you're lying in a walk-in freezer. Perhaps it's just a plain bed with no blankets- how fiendish! Regardless of where you awoke, cold seems to be the order of the day. Even outside the ice baths and freezers, the air temperature is more than a little frigid in here. Being dressed in no more than a short blue gown with an exposed back certainly doesn't help.
Venturing beyond whatever orderly, almost sterile room you awoke in, you find yourself in the hall of what appears to be a hospital ward. When you watch the walls with enough rapt attention, you may note that they appear to be pulsating, almost as if they are breathing. Despite its normal appearance, the floor feels oddly springy beneath your step. Where are the doctors and nurses, you may ask? They're nowhere to be seen. By all means, explore the other rooms and take whatever jello cups you can find. It's free real estate!
Don't get too comfortable, though. It's entirely possible that the staff vacated these halls for a reason. As you approach the ward's exit, you find a message haphazardly scrawled across the pair of doors. "Don't monster, open inside"...? That doesn't make any sense, now does it? What could be beyond? Or who?
SCENARIO TWO
You've stumbled your way into a city, and you're promptly besieged by the overwhelming sights and sounds. Cars honk at you to get out of the street, and strangers try not to look in your direction for too long. They see your lost expression and your clothes- so different from their own- and pretend to busy themselves with something else. Rarely, a look of pity is cast your way.
But some people try to reach out. Enterprising citizens and those that hope to curry favor with the newcomers pass out new clothes and bundles of food, asking if you have a place to stay the night, wondering about the details of the world you came from. A hefty laptop may be handed to you, with words of a ‘network’ used for communication. Wonder what that’s about? Then there’s the very confusing pamphlet stuffed within: "What To Expect When You're Expecting (To Turn Into A Monster)”. They may direct you to an organisation known as the Lighthouse, their members most prominently found at the 38-8 apartments and the Lighthouse Church. Or perhaps, if you're injured, they'll refer you to the Crowe Clinic instead. Unfortunately, the directions you're given are so very complicated that you lose your way in the streets after two left turns, a right and a left at the soup kitchen.
Take care when asking for more help. There are the people who aren't happy to see you at all. Glares and silent, judging stares if you're lucky, torches and pitchforks attempting to drive you out of the town if you're not. You may need a friend to help you.
SCENARIO THREE
Now that you've found a moment of peace, you open up the mysterious device that's been handed to you. Perhaps you'll recognize it as some sort of laptop, albeit an old and clunky one. Or perhaps you'll be astounded by this curious feat of technology, which is unlike anything you've ever seen before. Regardless, the moment the lid is propped open to reveal the screen and the keyboard within, you gain your first glimpse of the network.
Perhaps you'll want to choose a username and write your very first message, posing the pressing question that's on your mind at this very moment. The lettered buttons click and clack awkwardly beneath your fingertips as you type.
However, you may instead want to respond to today's most popular message.
WELCOME TO RSDOS. PRESS F1 TO COMPOSE POST. *** TODAY’S TOP POST *** 018.07.154.55 <JUSTSOMEGUY> Hey. We're all from different worlds, right? With different senses of humor? So who here has the best joke, not only in their own world but in every world represented? Let's settle this once and for all! Share your best jokes and come out the Funniest Person in the Multiverse! (No prizes for the winner apart from eternal glory.) |
SCENARIO FOUR
The time has come and you've found yourself becoming a monster. Is the change instant, or gradual? Are you familiar enough with monsters to know what's happening, or is it a complete shock? Does it fit you, or does it feel incongruous with your nature? Feel free to pick any monster type for this prompt, but note that you may not get the same one in game.
Mint Choco Cookie | Cookie Run Kingdom | OTA
[The cold seeps in, and Mint Choco Cookie struggles to wake. There's some hazy alarm building in the back of his mind, some vague awareness that he should not be this cold, but it's like his entire body is fighting him. He moves his hand, feels it brush against a hard, icy floor, and realizes he's wearing no sleeves.
That, somehow, is enough to jolt him fully back to consciousness. Mint sits bolt upright, and immediately starts shivering hard. It's dark, wherever he is, unlit, though he can dimly make out a small, squareish room, and what might be shelves nearby. He's not certain he wants to know what's on them. This... this is not a large freezer, is it...? He pulls his arms around himself, feeling that he's only wearing some thin slip of something that he'd barely call clothing, and wonders vaguely why his dough doesn't feel stiff a second before something on the ends of his hands automatically curls about his arms.]
What...?
[He clumsily feels about himself, difficult to do when he's shaking so hard. His dough feels wrong, what has happened to his hands? What... has happened to him?
...He needs to get out of here, and the cold is fogging his mind far too much. Focus. Look. Stumbling to his feet, he feels along the icy wall, and it's good the space is small for a room - soon his new hands find something that must be a door. He pushes - it does not open. There's a bar, but no click when he pushes it. He tries again, harder - still nothing. Taking a deep breath of the sharp air, Mint steels himself. The kindness of others has gotten him far - should he hope now there's someone to aid him?
Mustering as much strength as he can, he pounds on the freezer door for all he's worth, shouting out.]
S-someone, anyone! Help!
B: City
[There's music on the streets.
If you're passing by a certain well-traveled corner today, you may hear the sound of a violin drifting towards you - and at its source, a young man, eyes closed as he plays passionately, the battered case open at his feet for any donations from those who stop to listen. It's immediately apparent that he's extremely skilled at his craft, even though the instrument he's using looks old and worn.
Mint misses his own violin dearly, but he can get by, and his years of practice have not failed him yet - he's not sure what he would've done if he'd not found a shop owner kind enough and impressed enough to lend him a violin in even this condition.
A strange thing for someone clearly freshly arrived to do straightaway? Perhaps. But right now, this is what he needs, for more reasons than just the coin.]
C: Wildcard
[Hit me with whatever, or bring me your ideas at
B why can't I hold all these cookies
That and his scent, which especially worries him. Caviar's wolf nose has always been real good about picking up unique scents, Pure Vanilla and Clotted Cream were very similar, but he also knows humans well enough by now. You can't just go and accuse people of being cookies without looking crazy, no matter how minty they might smell.
So he waits, he isn't about to interrupt a performance, but when Mint Choco finally finds the time to pause, the captain finally speaks up.]
Listen, I don't wanna tell a fella how do handle their problems, but dontcha think there's more important things to worry about right now?
[Does he even have shelter?!]
Only 100 allowed active in the kingdom at once you know!
There certainly are, sir, though I believe that bringing some art and levity to the world is an important thing itself. A city like this seems to need it, perhaps more than I do.
[He gestures to the small amount of money he's already collected - he may not have shelter yet, but he's working on it. And he knows a thing or two about doing without - well, so he thinks.]
I do appreciate the concern, though.
B
...but all thoughts of picking up groceries or following up on his renovation plans for the bar get tossed immediately out the window when he realizes that tune he'd been humming wasn't just a far-flung memory. It's something he's actually hearing, for real.
And he recognizes it.]
...what?
[His heart, if it were beating any longer, would have long lept into his throat as he pivots on his heel to try and figure out where the source is coming from. Undoubtedly Mint has managed to gather himself a bit of a crowd, and once Sparkling finds it...he carefully worms his way in, standing high on his talons to try to get a better view of the man busking on the street-corner.
It's almost too much. And he's already apologizing as he's shoving his way through the crowd, taking advantage of his wings to cut a path to the front.]
Mint!! Mint Choco, is that you-?!
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He'd know Sparkling's voice anywhere. He'd know Sparkling's hair anywhere, even, he'd like to think, as one of these strange people instead of a cookie. He's not exactly expecting... everything else.
It's not the wings that throw him the most - nor the ears, or the red of his eyes, or the white fur, or how pale and sickly Sparkling's dough - no, not dough anymore, skin - looks. It's the awful scar practically taking up half of Sparkling's face that makes Mint's expression both confused and pained, and suddenly all he can do is stand there awkwardly, frozen in place.]
Sparkling...?
[And it is, most undeniably, Mint Choco Cookie. That very scent drifts in the air around him even now, and the matching green of his hair and eyes is unmistakable. He's wearing an ill-fitting shirt and slacks instead of any of his usual impeccably tailored outfits, he's no longer a cookie, but it would be difficult for any who know him to mistake him for another regardless.]
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He feels emotion welling up in his throat already at the thought of it, but he has to tamp it down. There's a crowd here, they're all staring, and the last thing he needs to do is to cause trouble for Mint.]
Mint, I...I know this is sudden, but I need you to come with me, if you will. I will try to explain everything, I just...
[...]
I am Sparkling Cookie, I promise. Despite...my appearance, currently.
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[Mint cuts himself off, suddenly finding it difficult to gather his thoughts, biting his lip and glancing downward as he takes a second to unscramble them. So, the talk of turning into monsters, changing more than he already has... it must be true, then? He shakes his head.]
Of course I know, who else could it be? I... one moment.
[The crowd has already begun to thin, people leaving who don't want to wait to see if he might start playing again, or who don't want to stick around now that there's a monster involved. Mint addresses them anyway, giving a practiced but hurried bow.]
Thank you all for staying to listen, truly. I hope I've managed to brighten your day a little. I'm afraid I must take my leave now that I've met with a friend, but perhaps we shall meet again another time.
[It does the trick of starting to disperse everyone else, and Mint quickly gathers up the old case, pocketing the few solars he's earned before gently returning the violin to it. When he straightens, the expression he shows Sparkling is far more harried than he dared to show the crowd.
It's at once a massive relief and extremely worrying to meet someone he knows here, like this. For once, Mint Choco Cookie finds himself unable to string together an appropriate pleasantry, so he simply holds the violin case to his chest, takes in a large, even breath that he lets back out slightly too quickly, and nods.]
Lead on. Explanations are... very much appreciated. Doubly so if you're taking me somewhere with juice.
[Which, if he knows Sparkling, is extremely likely, and Mint would be thoroughly glad for it.]
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As a matter of fact...we are going to my bar.
[He states simply, even though he's well aware that Mint is going to be left with heven more questions. A bar? His bar?
But Sparkling has no plans to linger with all of these rubbernecking humans as he sweeps a wing out to shield Mint from them as well as herd him along at his side, all while carefully keeping himself situated up underneath his umbrella. He's fortunate that if a little sun accidentally touches him he won't instantly become stone like a Gargoyle might, but...it would hurt. Terribly. He has to be careful, even if he is in a bit of a hurry.]
The pier is a few miles outside of the city, so we'll be taking the bus. It's, ah...a bit similar to a train, but it functions a bit differently. In the meantime...
[He looks at his friend sidelong, trying to manage something of a calm smile even though he feels anything but calm.]
I cannot tell you how wonderful it is to see you, my friend. I am only sorry I didn't find you sooner.
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[Mint has not, no, but...
He's putting things together in his head. The pamphlets about turning into monsters. The fact that he has become one of the "humans" who seem so prevalent here, but Sparkling has appeared to him changed so far beyond even that. The scar - no, scars he's realizing now, his eyes catching healed over tatters on the edge of the wing that swoops around him as he falls into step with his old friend.
"My bar." Sparkling is ever the entrepreneur, yes, but...]
...But you have, haven't you.
[His throat and voice feel dry both, a rough cracking around the edges of his words that's quite unusual for Mint. He's doing his best to at least put up a veneer of calmness as well - even expression, even breaths, even steps - and he certainly believes that Sparkling will explain and help as much as he's able. There's something in his eyes that betrays him as he looks back at Sparkling, however.
Mint doesn't know what any of this is, and it's so, so strange, and on some deep level... he is very much afraid.]
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Well. He isn't going to lie.]
Yes. I have.
[He puts it simply for the time being, his gaze centered forward to ensure they're headed in the right direction. And after saying that, there's a pause until they reach the bus stop, another two minutes down the street. Not because Sparkling doesn't want to talk about it, but because he wants to make sure he explains everything carefully.]
There is a very strong force at play here...magic, if you will, that draws in individuals from places all over. Not just Earthbread, but other worlds entirely. Other universes. It's an immensely powerful magic that none of us truly understand, controlled by a being that calls herself the Fog God. As far as I understand it, I was the first to arrive from Earthbread...but I have not been the last.
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That explains much and little all at once. She must be a truly powerful god.
[He has to take a moment to reorganize his thoughts before looking back up at his friend, trying to focus on the parts of him that are still very much Sparkling instead of the ones that make his heart twist. He knows exactly how much Sparkling values his looks.]
I, I must confess, I do not recall anything amiss back home before arriving here. I had seen you just a few days ago, and was planning to visit your bar this very evening. No one had gone missing that I was aware. How can that be? Dare I ask who else is here?
[A beat, and then he manages a small, sad smile.]
No, I best ask. If you were the first and have a place of your own here, I expect you've extended your infamous hospitality to them, after all.
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To hear that nothing bad is going on back home- or at least worse than the norm- is an immense relief. It was the same with Vampire, if he recalls...and things are a bit different with Caviar and Pure Vanilla due to their unique circumstances, but Mint? Sparkling knows for certain that Mint would be coming from his own home.
To hear that he'd just seen him mere days ago gives Sparkling a strange, disorientated sense that he wasn't expecting. Was it...really him? Or a version of himself from a past time?
It's hard to think about.]
As I mentioned, the magic here is very strong...so strong that it can pluck us from our worlds while those still living in them are none the wiser.
[He looks ahead as the bus stop looms into view.]
Vampire Cookie arrived a few months after I did, and stayed with me a few months after...before going back to Earthbread.
[He refuses to consider the fact he didn't, and went to the Sea of Stars instead.]
At the moment...Captain Caviar Cookie of the Vanilla Republic, as well as Pure Vanilla Cookie, are here with me.
B
You have no small amount of skill, sir. I'm surprised you haven't been hired as some gentleman's personal entertainment.
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Thank you, kind sir! I do take pride in keeping my skills honed to perfection. Who knows, perhaps such a circumstance is yet to come! It was a scenario not unlike that which brought me off the streets back home, after all.
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[he gives a lopsided smile before bowing his head in greeting]
John Childermass. Pleasure t' make your acquaintance.
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[Mint nods in return, his own smile practiced and bright. He'll do his best to commit the name to memory, but goodness, how does anyone here remember names that aren't linked to an ingredient or other intrinsic nature of their owner...?]
Mint Choco Cookie, at your service, and the pleasure is mine. Actually, if you don't mind me asking... are you a local, perchance, or have you found yourself brought here inexplicably as well?
outdated Victorian terminology in emotes
Living rough's a good thing t' know how to do, even if no one ever really likes doin' it.
[he nods in agreement, having had his fair share of those times, himself. at Mint Choco's question, he shakes his head]
No, I'm an Englishman - Yorkshire, to put a finer point on it. I woke up in some odd sort of hospital. Best guess is that something dragged me through the King's Roads while I was asleep, but I haven't figured out who or why, yet. Got a theory, but those aren't much good 'less you can put them into practice or prove 'em.
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[Mint is internally somewhat glad this man is either unfazed by his name or chooses not to address it. Though he's only spoken with a few people since arriving, having to explain the cookie thing or find a way to deflect the topic altogether has been exhausting.
He considers this story carefully, tapping a finger to his chin. So wherever Childermass is from, it's not so different from here that being merely relocated sounds unlikely. Which Mint certainly can't say about his own home...]
I see. I may have awoken in the same hospital, I believe, though clearly our paths did not cross before I made my escape. Unfortunately, I cannot say with such confidence that this is even my world - far too much is different, myself included. And I do not recognize the places you speak of.
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That doesn' surprise me, honestly. There are an untold number of different realms, all connected by what I know's the King's Roads. You may know them as somethin' else, or maybe not have known about them a'tall. Someone or somethin' with a lot've magic has brought us here ... but I am not certain if it was the same person or thing for both've us.