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∎ ETRAYA MODS ∎ ([personal profile] etrayamods) wrote in [community profile] etrayalogs2024-03-29 09:40 am

MISSION 001

WHO: Everyone!
WHEN: March 29th-April 20th
WHERE: Everywhere on Etraya
WHAT: Mission 001!
NOTES\WARNINGS: Potential violence, death.




⏵ mission prep ⏴

On the morning of the 29th, characters will receive a notification from Aurora to come to the hospital’s ground floor to prepare for their first mission. On this floor, pairs will be given slips of paper with matching numbers. If characters have chosen their partners, they too will receive small slips of paper with matching numbers, as these numbers match the room assignment they will be asked to please step inside.

The rooms themselves are bare. There’s a cot, two chairs pushed up against a small table, a miniature fridge set up below a sink, and a television that only plays static. On the table is a note, which simply reads:

Welcome. To prepare you for your first mission, we are giving you time to get to know your partner. You have a twelve-hour time limit to discuss your lives together. We recommend talking about moments throughout your life that have defined the person you have become. In addition, we have included several ingredients inside the miniature refrigerator. You must, without telling your partner specifically what it is, create their favorite drink using the ingredients within and above the refrigerator.

Do not attempt to cheat. Do not make your own drink.

If you pass, you will both be given two points and the door will unlock. If you fail, you may try again with the same partner or a new partner may be reassigned to you.

Good luck.
Within the mini fridge will be numerous ingredients - these ingredients could be anything, from Bantha milk to dragon fruit - whatever their favorite drinks are, they will find all the correct ingredients to make them. There will also be numerous extra ingredients. Maybe a character’s favorite drink is a nice cup of peppermint tea. The kettle, and the tea bags, will be present on top of the mini fridge, but there may also be soda bottles inside the fridge and various milk substitutes. Cheating by making their own drink will result in the game being reset, and a new partner being assigned or no partner at all being assigned and they will simply be removed from this part of the exercise.



⏵ the secret's out⏴

Numerous notes can be found throughout Etraya’s populated areas - falling from the sky, taped to doors, slid under them, or perhaps being handed out by a few of the companion bots who will eagerly note how these are meant to help, but a quick read may show that they’re not things anyone wants to be given out so freely.

After all, on the notes are secrets, untold truths, things that were never meant to be shared nor wanted out in the open. Some of these aren’t notes at all, but small packages that are not addressed to anyone in particular, or addressed to the incorrect party. Inside the packages are items that may be associated with a particular event: a knife that had been used to betray a friend still stained with blood, a mask meant to conceal identity, a picture featuring a moment in time that had best been left forgotten.

The goal of the game becomes clear by the notes written on the back or thin slips within the packages: match the secret to the person. You could simply ignore them, but the note also includes an addendum: more notes will continue to be sent until the person is matched to their secret.



⏵ cracked reflection ⏴


Every person is an intricate mosaic, composed of numerous facets that shape what makes them - themselves.

After all, one person is not simply one picture, but rather, a puzzle comprised of myriad pieces. These pieces may shape their strengths, their sense of humor, the influences of their upbringing, and who they admired in their formative years. Together, these fragments coalesce into a singular form: you.

But what if those pieces were rearranged? What if the fundamental aspects that define who you are simply… didn’t exist? What if, rather than being a courageous hero, you were cast as a formidable villain? What if, instead of pursuing the path that led you to greatness, you veered in a different direction?

A new dawn breaks over Etraya. The artificial sun rises over the horizon, accompanied by the melodic chirping of birds. As the denizens of Etraya awaken, they sense... a shift in the air - a feeling of dissonance, as if a piece of themselves has suddenly gone missing. Because it has.

Doubles of every current inhabitant of Etraya roam the corridors of the apartment building and the surrounding facilities. They let themselves into Roxx to get a few new outfits, get themselves a meal at the hospital cafeteria, or maybe they’re raiding the snack shelves at Kwik Trip. They may bear a striking resemblance to their counterpart and act very similarly, but there is something off about them. A quality that sets them apart. Remember that step you took, that led you to your current career? The step you’ve kept secret for so long, that has defined your actions ever since? They didn’t take it. They went down a different path, something darker, or perhaps something lighter. They took the path you most feared, the one you knew would turn out terribly. And they in turn - turned out for the worst.

Characters will find they are facing one of their worst fears: themselves, but their worst selves. The version of them that they fought so hard not to become, that they strove against rather than towards. And the mission? They need to take out their worst selves.

But there’s a twist: interaction with their doubles isn’t possible. Both halves are cognizant of each other’s existence, yet they are incapable of verbally or physically interacting with each other. And while the double understands what they are, the original? Well… how do you truly know you are who you’re supposed to be? What if you were the double all along? What if you are your own worst self?

There is one way to be sure: the color of the copies’ blood is slightly darker than what it should be. Running closer to a red-black than the red you would anticipate. Or for some, perhaps their blood is red where it should be running black. While they feel and look real, driving a unique blade straight through where their heart would be will cause doubles to dissipate into nothing once the knife penetrates deep enough. As for the genuine articles, well, the blade is sharp—and it’s going to hurt.

A blade is provided for every authentic copy. Those who were sleeping through the night will find it beside them upon awakening. As for those who remain vigilant throughout the night, the blade will manifest beside them in the early hours of April 2nd.

Guess someone is going to have to kill your double.



⏵ quicksilver has no sense of tact ⏴


Aurora’s announcement left out several crucial details: the existence of the doubles, for one. But also the looming deadline to take care of the mess that has been dropped onto Etraya. Inside the characters’ wrists, they will discover a timer gradually counting down. The timers are only visible for the person who dons it, as is the amount of time given. Every person is given an individual time limit, but it cannot be longer than two weeks. As the numbers dwindle, more black marks appear going up the inside of their arms toward the inside of their elbow. And what are the black marks?

With each additional black mark, they begin to feel… less like themselves, and more like their doppelgangers. In the beginning, maybe they barely notice the change. Maybe it’s a favorite food they loved that they now hate, or perhaps it’s an event that has shifted: something small but important - a decision to save a life changed to taking one. Maybe they’ll feel like a piece of themselves is no longer the same, replaced with another feeling or sensation. Where something would have usually made them empathetic to another's blight, now they find their suffering funny. Regardless, the longer their doubles are around, the longer they slowly begin to become their doubles - and their doubles begin to become just like them.

If their doppelganger is not taken out at the end of their provided time, it will simply dissipate and the original will remain changed. The only way to return to normal is to kill the original. After death, the character will remain dead for twenty-four hours before returning to their normal selves as if the death had never occurred. While killing them to return them to normal is information Aurora will readily share, no one will inform them that they will simply return to normal by April 20th.



⏵ OOC ⏴

Welcome to the first mission! For any questions relating to this mission please reply below. All other questions can be directed to the FAQ.

Please note that while ICly, characters are not given a choice, players can choose which missions they wish for their characters to participate in. They may have missed receiving room assignments, or their secrets may not have been dropped, or a copy may not have shown up for them. This may not always be an option in future missions!


FULL NAVIGATION

cultivatingsin: (When I am trapped in the past)

[personal profile] cultivatingsin 2024-04-02 10:45 am (UTC)(link)
Are you saying I have to be less dramatic now?
captainplanet: (02)

[personal profile] captainplanet 2024-04-02 10:46 am (UTC)(link)
It kind of felt like you were forcing it. Just saying.

Dramatic is more of a "go with the flow" sort of deal.
cultivatingsin: (Satisfied and empty inside)

[personal profile] cultivatingsin 2024-04-02 10:52 am (UTC)(link)
Now you're calling me a bad actor.

Hold your punches!
captainplanet: (97)

[personal profile] captainplanet 2024-04-02 11:06 am (UTC)(link)
What?

Can't handle the truth?
cultivatingsin: (and I)

[personal profile] cultivatingsin 2024-04-02 11:19 am (UTC)(link)
I didn't know a kid could be so mean! Are you going to use a tornado on me now?
captainplanet: (105)

[personal profile] captainplanet 2024-04-02 11:22 am (UTC)(link)
[ he shrugs. ]

Nah, that'd be overkill.
cultivatingsin: (He didn't take the time to lie)

[personal profile] cultivatingsin 2024-04-02 11:32 am (UTC)(link)
Wow. You won't even put me out of my misery. Cruel.
captainplanet: (21)

[personal profile] captainplanet 2024-04-02 11:35 am (UTC)(link)
Sorry. It's a personal thing.

I don't like using my bending on people.
cultivatingsin: (As soon as I wake up)

[personal profile] cultivatingsin 2024-04-02 11:37 am (UTC)(link)
Why? Seems like it would be useful. Someone pisses you off, whoosh~
morethan084: (armscrossed)

[personal profile] morethan084 2024-04-02 11:37 am (UTC)(link)
[So he has one wandering around. Daisy takes a mental note of that.]

Sometimes they’re more subtle with their changes.

[She won’t tell him that she hasn’t seen her own. She really hopes it stays that way too.]

Doesn’t exactly seem like a fun time to me.
captainplanet: (07)

[personal profile] captainplanet 2024-04-02 11:40 am (UTC)(link)
And then what?

[ his expression is somber. ]

Once you've whooshed everyone away, do you stop being angry?
cultivatingsin: (There's a beast)

[personal profile] cultivatingsin 2024-04-02 11:41 am (UTC)(link)
[One in white robes and a proper Cultivator hairstyle. Xue Yang wants to punch his lights out.]

I guess I'm not a subtle person.

[Which...fits...actually. He purses his lips.]

What happens if I spread these rumors around? Is that more fun?
cultivatingsin: (How cruel is this bumpy fate?)

[personal profile] cultivatingsin 2024-04-02 11:42 am (UTC)(link)
They fly away?

[He mimics "wings" with his hands.]

Probably not. Anger stays no matter what you do.
Edited 2024-04-02 11:42 (UTC)
morethan084: (upset/annoyed)

[personal profile] morethan084 2024-04-02 11:43 am (UTC)(link)
[Jaw going tight, Daisy’s hand quickly reaches out to try and snatch the paper from him.]
captainplanet: (106)

[personal profile] captainplanet 2024-04-02 11:44 am (UTC)(link)
Exactly.

That's how I was taught. Not to use violence to express my anger and rage. And I'll follow my teachings.
ebrius: (jj102_0918)

[personal profile] ebrius 2024-04-02 11:44 am (UTC)(link)
"Yeah."

She coughs into her hand and shakes her head, fingers playing over the patch of fabric.

"Pretty sure this one's me."

She fucking hates admitting that but it is what it is. She doesn't more shit being sent that belongs to that man. She can't handle it.
cultivatingsin: (Believed in the fictional)

[personal profile] cultivatingsin 2024-04-02 11:45 am (UTC)(link)
Ah ah! [Xue Yang dances back, dodging her, his smile widening.]

You are upset!
ebrius: (yCnjwv0)

[personal profile] ebrius 2024-04-02 11:47 am (UTC)(link)
[ It prickls even if it's true. It probably just pisses her off because it's coming from the lips of an adolescent. ]

Yeah. Why spend money if I can get what I need for cheap?

[ She rolls her eyes. ]

It's not untrue.
cultivatingsin: (Crowded streets all cleared away)

[personal profile] cultivatingsin 2024-04-02 11:50 am (UTC)(link)
Boring. [He sticks out his tongue.] Why follow someone else? Forge your own path. You'll feel better about it.
captainplanet: (109)

[personal profile] captainplanet 2024-04-02 11:51 am (UTC)(link)
And I'll do that anyway.

[ a brief pause. ]

But I'll keep their teachings too.
ebrius: (AM6PvOi)

[personal profile] ebrius 2024-04-02 11:51 am (UTC)(link)
[ There's the slightest bit of curiosity that pricks at her but she doesn't ask further. ]

So, this isn't the same thing.

[ Too bad. Would have been nice to know how to deal with it. ]

Don't know what I'd do with two of you.
morethan084: (yelling/angry)

[personal profile] morethan084 2024-04-02 12:17 pm (UTC)(link)
[Hand coming away empty, Daisy doesn’t hide her frustration this time.]

Give it to me. Now.
venatoris: nidavellir @ ij (pic#15076459)

mission prep and secrets galore and me late with starbucks lmk if this works

[personal profile] venatoris 2024-04-02 12:28 pm (UTC)(link)
[ These secret things he finds are odd; the gun in the box is nice and kind of reminds him of his own 1911 colt, a thing he keeps very close at hand, tucked into the back of his jeans because he's insane.

He's carrying the box with him when they're 'paired', and he sets it down on the cot and makes a beeline for the fridge. ]


Yeah, sure. You look like a fancy dude, let's see what we're working with.

[ Dean himself is in his standard steel toe boots, very worn jeans that look like they've been through the ringer ( not unlike dean himself at the moment), a black tee with denim overlay and his trust green jacket.

Not exactly 'fancy dude' material. ]


Scotch, huh? Johnny Walker blue label?
shabuir: (profile)

[personal profile] shabuir 2024-04-02 01:09 pm (UTC)(link)
He says nothing as the Jedi begins to taunt him. In some ways, he can understand her prattling on and gloating the way she is. She's young and still full of hot air, facing a long-reviled enemy of her people. Of course she's going to crow her disgust to the stars, like it means anything at all to him or anyone else.

He moves towards the vidscreen in the room as she continues to speak, crouching beside it to take stock of the basic controls lining its underside. There's just three sets of buttons: power, volume, and channel. Convenient. He looks back up at the Jedi, waiting for her to finish with her mockery, his black visor as inscrutable as ever.

"You talk too much," he tells her.

With that, he switches the TV on, filling the room with the harsh hum of static. Yes, he thinks, that will serve their purpose well. He stands and turns to face the Jedi more fully, and then:

"My father was killed when I was ten. I watched it happen."

His voice, just audible over the static, is completely detached, like he's delivering a report of something that happened to someone else, someone he's never met. He nods at the Jedi, curt and almost challenging.

Her turn.
equivo: (tell me that you love me like it matters)

[personal profile] equivo 2024-04-02 01:41 pm (UTC)(link)
Everything Krouse knows about Jessica could fit on an index card. She's a private investigator. She picks fights when she's on edge. She's more comfortable with getting stabbed than she probably should be. She wears her cynical attitude with the brittle fuck-you of someone with a reason for it.

He can add a couple new things, now. Drinks like it's a habit. Hates purple. Has a secret that makes her look like she all she wants to do is drop off the face of the Earth, misery etched in the unhappy hard line of her mouth.

Krouse pulls his lighter out of his pocket. It's a plain black plastic Bic, disposable and replaceable. He offers it to her held between two fingers like a magician presenting a card.

"Then I guess you can do whatever you want with it," he says, quietly.