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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

neverleave: (meh)

[personal profile] neverleave 2024-04-19 05:50 pm (UTC)(link)
[There's a part of him that wants to jerk away when their shoulders touch, but he knows that's not him. He bumps his knee againat Rita's instead.]

It's like - pieces of me are being replaced. There's these feelings and memories, and I think they're not really mine, but it's getting harder to tell. I have all these memories of other versions of me, and sometimes I'm not sure what's me and what's them.
myagic: (014)

[personal profile] myagic 2024-04-19 06:45 pm (UTC)(link)
Damnit...that's...

[She grimaces. She thought--they could tell who they were supposed to be, but if who he is as a person is being replaced-

No wonder he feels confused. But she hates that this is being done to him, hates that all the time they've had together, all the efforts he's put in, are simply being taken away.]


Those jerks--they can't just go messing with who you are!
myagic: (073)

[personal profile] myagic 2024-04-19 06:48 pm (UTC)(link)
Ah-ha! So you don't actually know!

[Suddenly feeling triumphant, she plants her hands on her hips and huffs.]

There's simply no way--superhuman strength can only propel you so far. You still have to work against gravity, after all!
thorncrown: (032)

[personal profile] thorncrown 2024-04-19 06:52 pm (UTC)(link)
Not by experience, no. I mean I've jumped on top of buildings and ran from one to the other ... and I'm pretty fast too so I always figured with enough speed.

[She pauses a moment as she thinks. Was it that impossible to work against gravity?]

... Maybe I could find someone to try to play airplane with and see?

[That's sound thinking, right?]
myagic: (005)

[personal profile] myagic 2024-04-19 06:55 pm (UTC)(link)
They did, obviously!

[It's definitely convincing when her defensive reply comes immediately, right? Right?! But maybe anticipating that this isn't likely to go her way (really, they should have a better opinion of her!!), she opts for diversion.]

How did we get on this topic, anyway?! This is supposed to be about you and your picky tastes.

[That's definitely what they were talking about, right.]
myagic: (053)

[personal profile] myagic 2024-04-19 07:09 pm (UTC)(link)
From the parts that are vegetation, probably, idiot!

[This is what happens when the evil witch is so stubbornly anti-social that she wouldn't have batted an eye if Clarke had gotten herself eaten by a monster on this little quest. It would've been her own fault, after all, and she'd deserve it too after the increasingly aggravating headache this girl is giving her. Tracking mud into her house, interrupting her reading, dragging carcasses in here and demanding that Rita do every little thing-

People are so annoying. This is why she can't stand them, why notions like "teamwork" and "cooperation" are so laughable--because she just knows that Clarke would stab her in the back the second she felt like it, and aren't all people that way?

Rita's glowering right back at her, unmoved by the other girl's contempt, because same, actually. Besides, Clarke looks like she's probably gutted plenty of carcasses in her life, so what is the problem here?! Rita's teeth are already gritting as her patience comes dangerously close to calling this whole thing off, and then--suddenly Clarke's changing the topic. For a moment, she simply frowns...and then she outright scoffs.]


Help? Is that what call it? No, you're just using me, like I'm using you. What, do you think I want to work with you?! The day I team up with you is the day I die.
thorncrown: (117)

[personal profile] thorncrown 2024-04-19 07:21 pm (UTC)(link)
[Hayan gratefully tucks the picture away then. She's like to look back on it if she can, as long as it doesn't evaporate or something.]

That must be rough then. Have you met anyone here from your own world? Or something similar?

Hayan Park. Just Hayan is alright.
myagic: (063)

[personal profile] myagic 2024-04-19 07:26 pm (UTC)(link)
Someone? Well, you can count me out.

[She's not doing that...but also it's impossible. But she's still not doing it.]

Besides, carrying another person would just make it harder, you know--that's more weight to lift off the ground.
equivo: (there ain't nothing that can save me)

[personal profile] equivo 2024-04-19 08:44 pm (UTC)(link)
That's more like it. Krouse flicks his eyes to the ceiling just short of an actual roll, half-smirking around his straw.

"Thought of what? Lying?" He lifts his eyebrows in mock shock, putting his free hand roughly over his heart. "I'm not jealous. I'm hurt. I thought we were building a rapport here, then you take my budding trust and use it against me like that?"

He shakes his head, saddened by the state of affairs in this sorry world. Where will any of them end up if more people follow Rita's treacherous example?

For his part, he takes a casual step door-ward, very aware of where her hands are even if he's not obvious enough to actually look at them. First sign of a spark, and he's not beneath beating an expeditious retreat.
revengeisalie: (FFS?)

[personal profile] revengeisalie 2024-04-19 09:20 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Whatever's happening, it clearly has this girl pretty upset. Rin, having had the fortune (?) of not running into her evil double so far, doesn't know what's going on, but it's not like she hasn't been in plenty of upsetting situations.

She snaps to attention when the girl confirms the bracelet is hers. ]


Oh! Uhm, here you go, then.

[ And Rin holds out the bracelet for Clarke to take. ]
myagic: (089)

[personal profile] myagic 2024-04-19 09:26 pm (UTC)(link)
That hint of a smirk is already setting her irritation off. And then...

"Lying? Me?!" She gapes, half-shocked and half-furious before settling fully into the latter as he keeps talking. Oh, no. Oh, no way is he turning around and making her out to be the liar here-!

"Oh, you're about to hurt, all right, you-!"

Her limit hit whether the door's open or not, he is absolutely about to see a spark forming in the palm of her hand--alongside some red glowing particles that begin to coalesce as she starts to cast a real and proper fireball.
equivo: (there ain't nothing that can save me)

[personal profile] equivo 2024-04-19 09:56 pm (UTC)(link)
Krouse grins, his hand shooting out to grasp the door knob with spring-loaded swiftness.

"Promises, promises," he chides, yanking the door open and slipping out through it with the hasty ease of a practised ne'er-do-well. He snags the handle on the other side to slam it shut behind him, the thud almost eclipsing a sound suspiciously like a breathy laugh.

He hasn't actually had to flee from the scene of a crime in a while, but it's like riding a bike. All he has to do is catch his balance, and it comes back thoughtlessly, instinct steering him down the shorter stretch of hallway to the nearest hard corner as he books it, milkshake still in hand.
myagic: (051)

[personal profile] myagic 2024-04-19 10:12 pm (UTC)(link)
"Stand still!" she shrieks after him as he flees, and she lets loose the fireball anyway--not far behind Krouse, there's the boom of a small explosion and the thunks of debris hitting the floor, the fireball having blown a hole in the center of the door.

By the time Rita furiously slams the door open and dashes out into the hallway, she can't tell which way he's gone--so she picks a random direction and starts charging, leaving an angry echo of a shout: "You are so dead, you idiot!! Just wait'll I get my hands on you!!"

Odds are, of course, that she ends up exhausting herself sprinting around looking for him.
revengeisalie: (Surprise surprise.)

[personal profile] revengeisalie 2024-04-19 10:47 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Look. Rin has gotten somewhat used to carrying random limbs around, but she's also still grossed out by it. Those truths can very much do coexist.

She is a bit surprised when Rita says it's her own limb. ]


But you have both hands... did it grow back?
myagic: (002)

[personal profile] myagic 2024-04-19 11:16 pm (UTC)(link)
[She starts to move away from the refrigerated items, because having a severed limb around the food is kind of gross too. At least it's wrapped, so nobody else needs to know what it is...

She glances back to Rin and although she grimaces slightly, she supposes it is kind of a valid question when she does very clearly still have both hands intact and attached.]


Well...yeah, I guess you could say that.

["It was back when I died and came back to life" is probably not the sort of thing she should bring up out of the blue to a random person, though.]
equivo: (pic#17106068)

[personal profile] equivo 2024-04-19 11:20 pm (UTC)(link)
She is not fucking around.

That knowledge comes with an illicit thrill that almost makes him wonder if she's not entirely wrong about his inherently criminal nature. He's not happy he's being chased by an enraged pyromaniac, because that would be insane, but the stuttering rush of adrenaline at least feels like being alive.

He slides around another corner as the echo of the explosion bounces off the walls and beelines for the classic refuge of the discreet: an unsecured maintenance closet. He throws the lock once he's inside and sinks to the floor between a mop bucket and metal shelves stacked with potential fire hazards, ears perked for the menacing yowl of a genius on a rampage. He can wait her out. He's got time. He's even got a refreshing drink to tide him over.

The cherry actually isn't half-bad when he pops it between his teeth, slight tartness cutting through the richness of dairy.
captainplanet: (35)

[personal profile] captainplanet 2024-04-20 12:46 am (UTC)(link)
I'm . . . less good in the joke department but I'll try!
captainplanet: (116)

[personal profile] captainplanet 2024-04-20 12:51 am (UTC)(link)
[ hmm. ]

I think if you don't trust them, that's fine. But it's still information right? So we can compare it to something else if we learn more.
Edited 2024-04-20 00:52 (UTC)
captainplanet: (103)

[personal profile] captainplanet 2024-04-20 12:55 am (UTC)(link)
Huh.

You know . . . the monks see it that way too. It's crazy how similar your stuff and my stuff is.
captainplanet: (109)

[personal profile] captainplanet 2024-04-20 01:11 am (UTC)(link)
[ the avatar seems to be distracted, maybe even thrown off by the gadgets which is good because it gives aang an opening to send spirals of water as chains to drag the avatar down. he infuses it with earth to make it harder to break, doing his best to drag this unearthy double to the ground. ]
bad_habit: (lets get comfy)

[personal profile] bad_habit 2024-04-20 02:05 am (UTC)(link)
Alright you got it.

[There is a whole like, coffee machine combo thing in this space. He's gonna do his best to figure this out. They got this, they totally got this.]

I mean, it is where I'm from. Cause I'm in it.

[And now he's here making coffee, what a world. But hey in some way this place is way better, I mean it's hell for a reason.]

So what about you, where you from?
ebrius: (jj102_0461)

[personal profile] ebrius 2024-04-20 02:24 am (UTC)(link)
[ Jessica glares at him. ]

Do I look like someone who enjoys tea? Or anything like that?

[ What other kind of tea is there? ]

Earl grey.
ebrius: (jj102_0077)

[personal profile] ebrius 2024-04-20 02:57 am (UTC)(link)
Oh, shit.

[ She doesn't want to deal with this. She already has a headache and she just does not want to deal with this.

But, it looks like she doesn't have a choice. Grunting, Jessica hits the ground hard, trying to avoid the blow. She scrambles away and gets to her feet, holding her hands up. ]


The hell is your problem?
brat: (cold to the core.)

[personal profile] brat 2024-04-20 04:10 am (UTC)(link)
Doubtful.

( ben holds out his hands, and damian inspects his palms for a moment without reaching out to touch them. looks for callouses, scarring, any noteworthy marks. )

Just as I doubt your tastes run expensive. Sweet, or sour?
brat: (there will be blood in the water.)

[personal profile] brat 2024-04-20 04:13 am (UTC)(link)
You look like someone who drinks not for the taste, but for the temporary intellectual impairment.

( so, no, she doesn't look like someone who would drink tea. )

What teas do you see? You may want to start the kettle.