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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

politicallyinclined: (❦ puzzle)

[personal profile] politicallyinclined 2024-04-27 11:13 am (UTC)(link)
(Padmé has been motherly since she was very young. It comes naturally to her, which makes it all the more tragic that she never gets to hold her twins.

But hugs are always welcome!)


Probably? You don't sound very sure. (Mal, you're sweet. Let her fuss.)
cultivatingsin: (Bang bang that awful sound)

[personal profile] cultivatingsin 2024-04-27 12:02 pm (UTC)(link)
Then you're wrong. [He is less amused now.] Don't jump to conclusions.
cultivatingsin: (Let's give this another try)

[personal profile] cultivatingsin 2024-04-27 12:09 pm (UTC)(link)
[Oh he really is a cute kid. Xue Yang pauses, Jiangzai draped over his shoulder, and smirks.]

Aang?
captainplanet: (110)

[personal profile] captainplanet 2024-04-27 12:16 pm (UTC)(link)
[ he jabs a thumb at his chest. ]

That's me!

Soooo. Can I touch it?
morethan084: (looking up(2))

[personal profile] morethan084 2024-04-27 12:21 pm (UTC)(link)
[A small smirk tugs at her lips, knowing she’s struck a nerve.]

I don’t think I’m jumping to anything. Not when it comes to you.
cultivatingsin: (Satisfied and empty inside)

[personal profile] cultivatingsin 2024-04-27 12:32 pm (UTC)(link)
Did you bring a treat? [He narrows his eyes suspiciously.]
cultivatingsin: (I've been a mistake)

[personal profile] cultivatingsin 2024-04-27 12:33 pm (UTC)(link)
I hit you and maybe that was wrong, but you were gonna attack me too.

[He is now thinking about repercussions and it sucks.]
morethan084: (smugsmirk)

[personal profile] morethan084 2024-04-27 12:35 pm (UTC)(link)
And why was I going to attack you?

[Daisy asks, pretending not to know. She wants to hear him say it.]
ebrius: (ggfdfd)

[personal profile] ebrius 2024-04-27 01:57 pm (UTC)(link)
And what if I just don't know enough about tea to guess the freaking specific tea you're going for?

[ Maybe Kilgrave had mentioned tea a time or two but she does her very best to forget that time of her life. ]
ebrius: (4u15KZi)

[personal profile] ebrius 2024-04-27 02:12 pm (UTC)(link)
"Maybe."

She looks up at the sky, something pricking at the back of her mind. He's shared a lot with her and he hasn't asked her anything. She appreciates it more than he can know.

Jessica closes her eyes and shakes her head.

"I knew a man who wore that color. He...was fucking shitty. Did shitty things. I hate that color now."

She doesn't think she can go much further than that but, of all the people she's met here, she does trust him the most.
venatoris: @cornballer (undefined - Imgur (26))

[personal profile] venatoris 2024-04-27 02:31 pm (UTC)(link)
"Nicer, I guess. I was, uh - a demon at the time."

Metaphor? Literal? Hard to say with his tone.
ebrius: (grefef)

[personal profile] ebrius 2024-04-27 06:13 pm (UTC)(link)
"Demon."

She repeats the word because how can she not? She repeats it and then just stares at him, trying to figure out if he's saying he was an actual demon or just equating himself to some shit person.

"Literally or figuratively?"

Better to just ask.
neverleave: (zzz)

[personal profile] neverleave 2024-04-27 06:44 pm (UTC)(link)
[He feels nothing watching the life drain out of her, unable to even imagine this anguish on the other Clarke's face. She's just another meaningless human who happens to have a familiar face.

He's finishing wiping the knife clean on the corpse's pants when she deigns to approach and... dabs black blood behind her ears like perfume. Okay then.]


You'll have to re-apply it if you want the scent to stick.

[Not commenting on her cheerful thanks. He's well aware that she's praising him like you would a loyal attack dog, but it's fine. Everyone's using everyone to survive, after all, and you might as well find someone who understands that.]

Let's just throw her in the dumpster. Hopefully she'll get buried under the debris when the robots go back to work.
equivo: (pic#17106081)

[personal profile] equivo 2024-04-27 07:23 pm (UTC)(link)
Krouse doesn't know what it is they're doing here, exactly, in this conversation held inside of tacitly understood boundaries.

Is it just a relief to be talking to anyone without an angle? Someone who gets it enough to know where the live wires are, and generous enough not to pry? Her whole job is finding out things about people they don't want her to know, and she's respected his privacy like it's her own.

It occurs to him that it'd be useful to be the kind of person someone wants to unburden themselves to, in her line of business, but it's a thought he discards. He'd be able to tell if that was what she was doing. He's been the subject of that kind of invasive feigned sympathy before.

She's not telling him this because it'll get her anything. She's just telling him because...

Maybe sometimes, you just want someone to know who will keep it to themselves. Catholics have confession. People like them make do with this.

"...it's kind of funny, the parts that stick with you." He says, softly, still not looking up at her.

Calm voices. Meticulous organization. A looming stretched out shadow, or a casually familiar hand sometimes settled on the bare back of his neck.

"Stuff you'd think shouldn't matter. But that's how it goes, right? One thing messes you up, and you can't - I don't know. Ride the bus without thinking about it." He thins his lips, inhaling smoke to breathe it out of his nose. "I get it."

I've been there, implied between the lines. And he probably hasn't been there, exactly. What happened to him was mostly his own fault. But he can fudge it, if it makes her feel less like she's alone.
thorncrown: (015)

[personal profile] thorncrown 2024-04-27 10:14 pm (UTC)(link)
[Hayan shakes her head some but soon just looks somewhat sad.]

Well ... yes and no. I don't really get it, my parents didn't live long enough to explain this sort of stuff to me. He was human and my parents turned him and I think that usually makes someone a pureblood but it didn't with him.

[She shifts a little, her heart heavy.]

And after -- [she hesitates a moment, not knowing how far she ought to go] -- my parents died ... he didn't fully change, I think.
thorncrown: (128)

[personal profile] thorncrown 2024-04-27 10:16 pm (UTC)(link)
[Hayan is generous with the whip cream at least. Handing his milkshake over to him she looks back to the can itself.]

Oh, it's pressurized. It's got something to do with the gas inside the can and chemical reactions, I think? You can blow these sorts of cans up if you puncture them just right.
myagic: (063)

[personal profile] myagic 2024-04-27 11:09 pm (UTC)(link)
[Another little huff, this one edging closer to mild exasperation compared to the outright offense from earlier.]

Please, have a little more faith in me than that.

[Rita doesn't know that Clarke's viewpoint in her own relationships has been different, so she is kind of assuming they share that same sort of loyalty. Any discussions regarding it are waylaid before Rita can even think to begin them, though, as Clarke's next comment brings a flush to Rita's face. Sincerity just does that!

But she is quite happy with their relationship, so:]


Yeah, well...we do make a pretty cute pair.

Anyway, back to what you were saying before--something about girls and swords?

[Because actually she hasn't forgotten that!]
ebrius: (jj102_0726)

[personal profile] ebrius 2024-04-27 11:42 pm (UTC)(link)
"Yeah."

That's exactly it. There are so many things that she associates with Kilgrave and that time in her life that turns her stomach. If she thinks about them, she wants to be sick. It's the biggest reason she drinks, wanting to keep every intrusive thought out of her head.

It's not the best way to cope but it works for her. Even talking about this now, vaguely as she's doing it, makes her wish for a drink. Jessica blows out a breath.

"I had a thought that maybe this place wouldn't pull that shit and then." And then it had.

"Stupid of me to think that all things considered."
nonvoting: (i am your dog)

[personal profile] nonvoting 2024-04-27 11:58 pm (UTC)(link)
[ a faint, razor-sharp smile tugs at the corner of tseng's lips, there and gone in a blink. ]

Ask for it back, will you?

[ it's so thinly-veiled a threat that it's almost amusing. very well, then. tseng tilts his head slightly as if considering the request (insofar as it is a request; they both know it isn't, not really). he weighs the pros and the cons—being honest about the secret of the full cure materia versus finding out what happens if he says nothing at all.

the calculus is brief and easy to resolve. other equipped materia aside, it's too early for tseng to make enemies of anyone who doesn't need to be so. ]


I shot my mentor and his daughter each in the head, point-blank, to prove my loyalty to the company that employs me. [ delivered very much in the tone of someone who doesn't have a problem with this decision. ] And this materia is the one I used to revive them, when all was said and done.
captainplanet: (22)

[personal profile] captainplanet 2024-04-28 12:47 am (UTC)(link)
Sure did!

[ aang digs around before pulling out a box of egg custard tarts. ]

These are my favourite.
brat: (they think i'm crazy.)

[personal profile] brat 2024-04-28 03:39 am (UTC)(link)
I didn't choose the activity.

( he's just picky. damian leans back, lips pressed together. )

There are other hot drinks, aren't there? Ones with less variety.
skaikru: (pic#11655190)

[personal profile] skaikru 2024-04-28 03:43 am (UTC)(link)
Flint is a really nice synonym for flippant, and genuinely good of him to put in most of the work when it comes to standing up. Clarke can provide a hand, and the arm connected to it taught as a support cable, and she can keep herself upright and speaking in solid sentences, but counterbalance is not entirely in her wheelhouse right now. She ends up taking a slight back-step anyways, re-planting her feet just at the threat of stumbling. And while Krouse overthinks how long he's holding onto her hand, all Clarke really takes note of is how the muscles in her entire left arm burn from earlier strenuous activity. And for the first time with a mind unclouded by the confidence and emotional distance flowing in from that odd mental link between them and their doubles, she truly has to marvel at the fact she made it out of those killing grounds alive. The pH imbalance of lactic acid reentering the bloodstream hadn't been something she'd been alive to experience in past dire situations.

Clarke refocuses on the conversation a beat or two behind Krouse, just in time to catch him shaking out the jacket he'd given her earlier and moving to object. "Oh, I can —" wash that, I got blood on it, please don't put it on, except he's already slipped an arm back into the sleeve. She winces visibly, but is then immediately sidetracked by a secret favorite past time.

"Oh. Her."

Trash talking the powers that be. It takes literally nothing but invitation to prompt Clarke into the beginnings of a full-blown tirade.

"What's the point of a 'friendly neighborhood virtual assistant' if she won't answer any of our actual questions, huh? Didn't warn us about the doubles, but gave us the means with which to kill them? 'Echo is elsewhere, Echo is elsewhere' with no indication of anything outside of this bubble, except — oh, all the other planets she's overseeing, which she also won't tell us about. Is she sentient, is it her choice to keep us in the dark? Is she actually Echo? And if she's just a line or two of code, why bother giving her a holographic form and human face, like that's supposed to make us all feel better."
skaikru: (pic#8799042)

[personal profile] skaikru 2024-04-28 03:53 am (UTC)(link)
( his advice is taken graciously and gratefully, especially considering it's the other version of him that she's going to all this effort for; the gears are already in motion for the next leg of this venture it wouldn't be like she could rely on her natsuno's help. he both can't touch his own double, and would likely keep sulking as far away from him as he could manage. clarke begins to pat down her pockets (it's a universal rule, you wake up in a strange new hospital, you gather any available means to aid yourself) and comes up with a capped, empty syringe. the puddle of blood is sizeable and thick enough, she could probably get enough...

but first, body disposal.

natsuno once again coming in clutch with an excellent suggestion, and clarke smiles. )
That's perfect. Let's do it.

( and then... abject silence. completely unmoving. expectant eye contact, because as they already established with that little shoe-kick, not like she can actually be expected to help with that. )
Edited 2024-04-28 03:54 (UTC)
skaikru: (pic#11461388)

[personal profile] skaikru 2024-04-28 04:03 am (UTC)(link)
( she actually has a lot of faith in you, rita mordio — more than can be said for most people still inhabiting her earth, let alone anyone still languishing on the serena eterna nor setting up a sense of life upon etraya. faith just sometimes needs to be questioned, to reaffirm the belief. and after the fact she can, if not happily, carry on knowing that at least the building blocks in her life (horrors, pain, suffering, natsuno and rita being adorable in the interim, etc) are solid and unchanging.

her conversational footing is easily shaken, however, and when rita inevitably drags them back to "girls with swords", clarke chokes on her own spit. manages to pass it off as a deep clearing of her throat. and, after a beat, puts her hands on the edge of the table and scoots to extricate herself. )


— actually, I'm pretty hungry. And should probably grab a lunch tray before they clear all of this out.

( does the mealtime buffer in the hospital cafeteria ever actually run out and get cleared? who knows! clarke's never checked! but windjammer had certainly never run dry in normal times, so this excuse to push back and stand up from the table so abruptly is so far outside the norm that it's noticable. )
equivo: (there ain't nothing that can save me)

[personal profile] equivo 2024-04-28 05:09 am (UTC)(link)
Clarke gets her shoes, Krouse gets his coat. Balanced division of labour. It's a little adjustment on the mental scales he can't help but keep weighing this encounter on, like he does with everything, for better or worse.

Watching Clarke slip into a rant, for better seems closer than ever. He turns up his collar as she rattles off her indignant questions, his smile turning up with it. He's listening like it's the most interesting thing he's heard all day, which isn't true. It's the most interesting thing he's heard all week. She's fun when she's irritated.

He shouldn't be thinking about her like that. When the buzz wears off, he'll regret it. But right now, all the reasons he should know better aren't quite as close as the tiny, fragile bubble of reprieve caught in his throat.

"Is it supposed to make us feel better?" He asks, with patently feigned innocence. "I've been thinking it makes it easier for us to project onto her. If she looks like she has feelings and intentions, it wastes our time trying to figure them out, right? If we were just dealing with lines of code, we'd approach it like code - but make her look like a person, and we treat her like one."

He half-pivots to track down his sad pillowcase sack and steps over to scoop it up, opening the top to rummage through. He pulls out his crumpled pack of cigarettes and his lighter first, returning them to his pockets, and follows them with his knife in its truly tragic handmade pleather sheath. That, he slides through his belt, and kind of hopes she doesn't think about him having set it aside for the duration. It's not a big deal. Just a minor concession to seeming like less of a threat. The rest of the pillowcase gets shoved into the pocket opposite his cigarettes, and he's good to go.

"It's smart," he glances back at her, eyes brightened with stray moonlight and wry amusement, "Fucking annoying, but smart. I'll give them that. Echo, or Aurora, or whoever 'they' are."