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MISSION 004 (part 1)

WHO: Everyone!
WHEN: July 19th-July 27th.
WHERE: Moorecroft Village
WHAT: Enjoy life in your new suburban neighborhood!
NOTES\WARNINGS: Potential death.




⏵ welcome home ⏴

Welcome to Moorecroft Village, where the sun casts a gentle glow through soft white clouds. Pavement paths wind around the village, adorned with wildflowers in every hue. Birds sing a soothing melody, while a few content cats lounge in sunspots or on benches along the streets. Cars hum by, ferrying residents to work, the store, or back home after a busy day.

It looks almost perfect. The ideal little village, occupied by individuals from all over. Orcs, elves, faeries, werewolves, vampires, and dhampirs coexist harmoniously, each contributing to their quaint little town. Despite their varied backgrounds, they appear to embrace this place as their own. They take their baby carriages out during the day for a stroll, chatting with friends and neighbors about current happenings, discussing their most recent mission (a ‘game’ of Whodunit, in which one of theirs, Theo, was tasked with killing one of their own each day and they all had to figure out who had killed them before they could come back to life) and the difficulties therein, new job assignments, weird things the teens in their houses are getting up to... generic, neighborly conversations.

The village is full of life. There are numerous facilities to wander and things to do! The library houses a vast collection of books spanning history from countless other worlds and whimsical children's tales. Teens gather at the ice skating rink, while the movie theater screens films spanning generations. An aquarium full of wonders: glowing rainbow fish, miniature great white sharks, a colorful octopus with patterns running over it that almost look like ivy, and numerous others.

In the daytime, everyone can explore clothing stores, indulge in gourmet cakes from the grocers, and partake in leisurely pursuits without financial concerns; just like on Etraya, money does not exist here.


⏵ help wanted ⏴

Moorecroft surpasses Etraya in its development, offering attractions and activities to engage its inhabitants throughout the day. But with these advancements come additional responsibilities. By day, at least one adult from every household is expected to fulfill their shifts at 'day jobs', lasting anywhere from four to eight hours. Meanwhile, the youth are expected to go to school, absorbing knowledge in various disciplines.

Each job duty requires different skillsets, but whether or not those required skillsets are matched to those who are expected to work them... well. They’ll have plenty of time for training, won’t they? Or perhaps they’ll get dropped right into their job and be expected to figure it out all on their own.

For the younger residents, education is structured into two main institutions: "Sandalwood Lower" for those twelve and under, and "Maplewood Upper" for older students. These schools offer a broad curriculum encompassing Language Arts, Mathematics, Science, Physical Education, Technology, Fine Arts, and a diverse array of Foreign Languages. Electives range widely, from specific sports to Survival Training, Creative Writing, Journalism, and Sociology.

At lunchtime, the school cafeteria presents an array of choices. Options range from standard fare like school pizza to other offerings such as vampire's blood, brains, and hearts—just in case an unexpected guest should drop in. After all, one never knows who might show up in Moorecroft.



⏵ honey do's ⏴

But life extends beyond work and school. A structured routine of what is expected of each household is kept on digital calendars, and installed on the wall in the kitchen of each house. These calendars update daily with smaller tasks, and weekly with larger ones, detailing what is expected of those residing within its walls.

Typical tasks include simple activities such as:
  • Take the child(ren) for a walk outdoors.
  • Visit the local park.
  • Bake a pie for the neighbors.
  • Tell your spouse(s) how important they are to you.
  • Share a secret.
  • Shop with your child(ren).
  • Mow the lawn.
  • Don’t forget to attend your child’s school’s PTA meeting!
  • Help with homework.
  • Take family photos.
  • Go on a date.
More complex tasks are found under weekly checklists, and may involve:
  • Host a neighborhood barbeque competition.
  • Volunteer at the hospital.
  • Teach your child a sport.
  • Start a soccer league.
  • Create a garage band.
  • Get a part time job.
  • Join a club.
Eos will check off each task as it is completed. At the bottom of each calendar, a tally records the completion of tasks, providing a visual measure of productivity and community involvement.



⏵ night watch ⏴

As the sun lowers over the horizon, everything shifts. Every long-term resident understands the consequences of curfew and the threats within. They retreat to their homes, urging those unfamiliar to them who may not understand the rules just yet that they, too, need to return indoors for the night.

Within the confines of their houses, life continues under a fragile veil of normalcy. A peek into some of the homes of long-term residents will find them playing board games with their family units, completing homework or work assignments they were unable to finish during the day, watching a few family-friendly shows on their couches, or enjoying a late dinner. Eventually, they’ll return to their beds and wait for the sound of their alarms.

In Moorecroft, no friendly companion bots roam the streets during the day. In their place, highly advanced robots emerge to enforce curfew once the time comes. They silently make their way through the streets, sweeping away anything that isn’t part of Eos’ design: trash left out on the street, bugs left by suspicious men wearing cowls that have ears on them, graffiti, new decor that Eos decides she doesn’t like. No winds shake the trees, there are no cars on the road, but noises can be heard coming from outside that don't sound... normal by any means. Croaks, whispers, scratches against doors and walls alike.

Those who defy curfew will be asked, once, to return to their homes. If they opt not to listen, they are met with force: physically restrained, subdued, and dragged back to their homes. If they decide to fight, the bots are not above killing them and dropping their limp bodies just inside the front door of their houses. They will revive after 48 hours but not without cost. Each return carries an absence—a missing memory, a lost skill, or a fragment of their very essence, stolen away in the process of their revival.

Even those who manage to evade capture will awaken in their beds with no recollection of their death or what they may have witnessed before dying. They will instead have a vague feeling that something horrifying happened.




⏵ NOTES ⏴


Daily and weekly tasks can be chosen by players! We won't be listing these out for each household, but relying on players to choose what's most fun for them to play with within their households.

As noted on Mission Plotting, we're open to one group successfully staying out past curfew, but would like to keep this to one thread.

We have a separate log for NPC interactions for this mission!

For any questions relating to the contents of this log, mod queries thread on the initial plotting post to assist us in keeping all mission-related information in one place. All other questions can be directed to the FAQ.
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redheadcarrier: (duh)

[personal profile] redheadcarrier 2024-08-02 08:29 pm (UTC)(link)
No. What do you think I ought to be apologizing for in the first place?
revengeisalie: (evasive)

school

[personal profile] revengeisalie 2024-08-02 08:45 pm (UTC)(link)
[ See, Rin knows what a school is, but she's never been to one, either. And she sticks out like a sore thumb in her flame-patterned kimono. So she's regarding everything with similar confusion... until she spots an absolutely etherial-looking girl not far from her down the hallway.

Yeah, she might be gaping a little. At least for a few seconds, until she catches herself and snaps her mouth shut. She blushes a little. ]


U-uhm, sorry. Didn't mean to stare.
redheadcarrier: (Darkness)

[personal profile] redheadcarrier 2024-08-02 08:55 pm (UTC)(link)
Guess that's easy for the people who aren't dead.

[ Which isn't true. It was hard for her, when her mother died. She's just... being contrary, in a way. Trying to make sense of it all somehow. ]
levelshift: <user name=patch-robots site=livejournal.com> (jfc)

[personal profile] levelshift 2024-08-02 09:03 pm (UTC)(link)
[The most teenage eyeroll ever.]

Yeah, I am.
levelshift: https://www.pixiv.net/en/artworks/59332647 (go on)

[personal profile] levelshift 2024-08-02 09:11 pm (UTC)(link)
Accelerator was kind of counting on Izuku's shock, throwing someone else off-balance makes it easier to keep your own.

"I'm babysitting," he responds bluntly, maintaining a straight face. There's a 90% chance Asuka murders him if she hears that explanation, but whatever. He continues. "You know about the curfew, right? Don't tell me you're going out to make sure any stragglers stay safe."

It'd be the heroic thing to do, after all, putting your own wellbeing on the line to make sure complete strangers don't get hurt.
redheadcarrier: (brush my hair)

[personal profile] redheadcarrier 2024-08-02 09:14 pm (UTC)(link)
Somehow I kinda doubt you.

[ Does she? Or is she just saying that? ]

But I guess I have no choice but to listen!
100more: (c03)

[personal profile] 100more 2024-08-02 09:54 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Doesn't matter. Hob looks hesitant. ]

I wouldn't leave it up to the tailor's, if I were you. They might use some peculiar patterns if you're not specific.
utinam: icon by <user name="mooncat"> (did i forget)

[personal profile] utinam 2024-08-02 10:30 pm (UTC)(link)
[Nuvia felt a mix of exhaustion and exhilaration as she completed the cheerleading routine. The adrenaline pumped through her veins, making her proud that she had managed to learn and perform the routine in such a short time. The squad had worked hard to make the pep rallies the best they could be.

Taking her seat, she heard a hissing sound and turned to see a familiar figure squeezed uncomfortably between a larger student and the wall.]


Riz!

[But her excitement quickly turned to concern as she saw how he was being crushed.

Nuvia quickly asked the cheerleading captain if her friend could sit with them. The captain, understanding but firm, said it was okay as long as Nuvia didn’t get distracted and continued to cheer for the football team, especially when they were winning. Nuvia promised to keep an eye out.

Turning to the other individual, Nuvia asked politely.]


Could you please move so my friend can get out of the way?
utinam: icon by <user name="mooncat"> (time to save the world)

[personal profile] utinam 2024-08-02 10:50 pm (UTC)(link)
[Nuvia sensed the eyes on her, a familiar sensation in any crowded hallway. Her cloud-like hair often drew stares, and she'd grown used to it. Yet, when the girl in the flame-patterned kimono apologized, Nuvia felt a spark of curiosity. She turned, offering a gentle smile.]

It's alright. At least you're being polite about it.

[Nuvia's eyes then fell on the girl's kimono, and they lit up with genuine admiration.]

Your outfit is so unique and beautiful!

[Her sky-blue eyes shimmering with interest.]

It looks like a dress, but different. I've never seen anything like it before.

[Her curiosity was evident as she studied the intricate patterns and vibrant colors, genuinely fascinated by the garment.]

Where did you get it?
revengeisalie: (awkwardness abounds)

[personal profile] revengeisalie 2024-08-02 10:54 pm (UTC)(link)
Oh -- ah?

[ Rin's eyes widen in surprise. She doesn't think anyone's ever complimented her outfit before. Blushing again, she twirls one of her hair rings around her finger. ]

Uhm, I found it at the clothing store in Etraya. But it's the same thing I wore at home. For some reason, they had an exact copy. My old one got kinda torn.

[ Awkward laugh. ]
dirtytrenchcoat: (supersuits(17))

[personal profile] dirtytrenchcoat 2024-08-02 11:26 pm (UTC)(link)
[Of all things to be and to have to do, revisiting cashier work should bring back memories of frustration but it doesn't. Castiel enjoys the simplicity and the attention to detail, and as with most things he is overly attentive to the task making him an exemplary employee.

Being able to keep his wings has helped with the threshold of energy. When he does arrive home he's not tired or irritable and is all but happy to help Dean maintain the bunker and their wayward teenager, one Castiel doesn't know from Adam but is trying to understand and get to know despite the circumstances.

He's back from one such shift when he stumbles upon Dean making dinner, something more adventurous than he's used to witnessing him cook. Dean's always been great with burgers and the various cuts and filets of meat but this looked higher maintenance than that. Julienned vegetables and a home made butter garlic sauce. Castiel can't tell exactly what it is, but he peers over Dean's shoulder and dips a finger into the dish to taste the savory blend of herbs and spices.]


What's this?
equivo: (pic#17106097)

[personal profile] equivo 2024-08-02 11:31 pm (UTC)(link)
[ This might literally be the least effective cover up Krouse has ever seen in his life. It's almost impressive in a tragic kind of way. Emphasis on the tragic.

Fabian has handled being kidnapped to another planet, mortal peril, and throwing a joint birthday party where he knew next to none of the guests for more than a few weeks with aplomb. It's this domestic arrangement that's left him stuttering and haplessly wide eyed, and there's something raw about that under his floundering.

When the baby cries, Krouse winces, muffling the reaction a hair too late. It probably doesn't matter. This isn't pretty however he approaches it. ]


Look, man -

[ He sighs, foot still propped against the door. ]

Just let me in. You go take care of the animatronic, I'll put this in the kitchen, and we'll survey the damage.

I'm not going to judge. I promise however bad you think it is, I've seen worse.
utinam: icon by <user name="mooncat"> (did i forget)

[personal profile] utinam 2024-08-02 11:39 pm (UTC)(link)
[Nuvia's sky-blue eyes softened with concern as she took in Rin's words. The girl’s blush and awkward laugh made Nuvia feel a pang of empathy.]

Oh, that's a shame. I'm sorry your original outfit got torn. Was it an accident? Are you okay?

[She stepped a little closer, her curiosity evident.]

It's such a beautiful outfit, and it suits you so well. I'm glad you were able to find another one, but... what happened to the first one?

[Nuvia's eyes sparkled with interest and care, hoping to reassure Rin that she genuinely wanted to know and that her concern was heartfelt. She could sense that Rin might need a bit of comfort, just as she often did herself.]
venatoris: tweak (pic#15237631)

[personal profile] venatoris 2024-08-02 11:46 pm (UTC)(link)
[ He thought he'd be more annoyed at playing Stepford Wife to Cas, but in the end, he kinda likes it. The kids kinda mouthy and sometimes there's stretches where he doesn't know what to do with himself, but in the end, it's nice. Peaceful in a way he hasn't really ever known.

Even if it's a mission that's surely going to blow up in his face at some point. Everything else has so far, so this time, he's expecting it.

That isn't to say he isn't still going to enjoy himself while he can - the music is low and it's newer Taylor Swift, stuff he hasn't heard, and he's got wine open instead of whiskey - a feat. An apron tied around his waist, he's concentrating on cooking when Cas gets home, barely glancing back when there's a sudden finger in the butter dish. He doesn't bother swatting it away, and his chastisement is half-hearted at best. Dean's had a nice day. ]


Hey! Hands off til I'm done. And, beef bourguignon. It's a Julia Child recipe I always wanted to try my hand at.
doctopoda: (down okay)

[personal profile] doctopoda 2024-08-03 12:47 am (UTC)(link)
Oh - no, nothing like that.

[That brings him back a bit from wherever he went, just there.]

I don't know. Nothing too bright - black, maybe red or green?
doctopoda: (consulting with the arm)

[personal profile] doctopoda 2024-08-03 01:07 am (UTC)(link)
Yes, yes, of course.

[No call to involve anyone else! And, with that, he's not sure there's much more "household business" to bother with. Otto wanders over to see how much food is already in the kitchen.]

Have you been through one of these missions before?
utinam: (no need to worry about me)

[personal profile] utinam 2024-08-03 01:14 am (UTC)(link)
Nuvia’s smile widened as she took in Izuku’s enthusiasm. She appreciated his genuine curiosity about her abilities and was eager to share.

“Well, I’m a long-range fighter, so I usually keep my distance and use my powers from afar. If I need to, though, I can handle hand-to-hand combat, but I prefer not to use weapons while sparring. As for your other questions…,” she began, organizing her thoughts.

“I do have some weaknesses against heatwaves and high humidity. My core has replaced my heart, stomach, and intestines, which means I don’t need to eat or sleep, but I can get tired. When I’m getting fatigued, my mist-like hair starts to get shorter."

As for the rest of his questions, she needed some time to think of the right words to use,

"Weather can affect me in different ways. For example, snow and thunderstorms can impact my abilities. Lightning can give me more energy instead of harming me, but if I absorb too much power at once, it can make me sick. I can manipulate water and its forms, including fluids, but I try to avoid using those powers unless it's absolutely necessary."

Only when her life is in absolute danger does she feel comfortable controlling someone by using their own fluids against them.

"I don't do laundry because I make my own clothes from the mist I create throughout my body. I call those water resources because I'm using what's inside me to create them. But I do need to bathe every day or else I would have a difficult time summoning the mist in my body to create clothes and hair. As for whether I’m a transformation or emitter type… I’m not really familiar with those terms. But I hope that answers your questions!”
equivo: (pic#17106068)

[personal profile] equivo 2024-08-03 02:10 am (UTC)(link)
[ The shape of Nuvia's story is starting to click into place enough for Krouse to grasp the outline. Someone - her missing mother? - raised her inside a protective circle of care, and then the world ripped her out of it. They might not have been able to keep her from understanding everything terrible about existing, but they kept enough of it off of her that she didn't make it a part of herself.

He's not sure that's done her any favours. Soft people get hurt. She's learned that lesson. She'll keep learning it, if he knows anything about how the world works.

Just not from him. ]


Which isn't on you.

[ He taps ash off his cigarette, smiling like he hasn't entertained any of these thoughts. ]

It's more baggage. The things people carry around with them. They're carrying around the war, you're carrying around what happened to you. You can understand it, but that doesn't mean it doesn't hurt when they pick it up and hit you with it.
eatsnutsandkicksbutts: (SG - *WINK!*)

[personal profile] eatsnutsandkicksbutts 2024-08-03 02:37 am (UTC)(link)
Oh my god.

[ Doreen breaks into a huge, disbelieving grin. This is the best thing she's ever seen, this is amazing ]

I guess you could say you have a couple of helping hands? You're keeping your chores at arm's length?

[ SHE COULD GO ON!! ]
dirtytrenchcoat: (pic#15490958)

[personal profile] dirtytrenchcoat 2024-08-03 02:43 am (UTC)(link)
[Dean's a natural homemaker, not that Castiel ever saw a need to state it. His tremendously large heart and dedication to detail as well as his natural empathy saw to that being his reality.

The way he was raised also played a hand. Castiel isn't hungry, never is, but he does enjoy food here and there and sitting down to have a meal with Dean. He picks more than he has his fill and Dean gets the added benefit of eating what's left.]


It's good.

[The corner of Cas's lips turn up into a sly smile. Julia Child, he's vaguely familiar, thanks to Metatron but she holds no real sway over him. Not like the man in front of him, wearing the frilly cherry apron did. Dean had always kept his attention.]

How long will it be? Do I have time to change out of my work uniform?
100more: (c18)

[personal profile] 100more 2024-08-03 04:44 am (UTC)(link)
Sure, those are excellent choices.

[ Hob jots a few notes down. ]

It must be tough finding things that fit. Have you.. always had those?

[ The arms, obviously. Since they're mechanical, he probably wasn't born with them, right? ]
maximumlegend: (hard-headed)

[personal profile] maximumlegend 2024-08-03 06:38 am (UTC)(link)
I'm a cop, they can't arrest me.

[ .. it's just about the only upside to that title, but Fabian will be damned if he doesn't at least claim it. Everything else about it sucks, so he might as well see it as the get-out-of-jail-free card it is.

It doesn't help the crying baby though, so Fabian lifts the baby up to his shoulder, awkwardly starting to pat its back. T-There, there, baby? Or maybe burp? What do you want from him, he has no clue!! ]


Seriously, there is no way I would be afraid of what's in charge here. And I know the baby is fake, anyone can see that. It's just--

[ Hm.

See, the problem with getting all the other stuff out of the way is that it leaves only his most vulnerable reason left. One Fabian doesn't even consciously realize as a thought, since it's more just a feeling.

A feeling he doesn't want to dig into, let alone talk about to others. ]


I just-- feel like I can't.

[ He has no choice but to at least voice as much, even if he can't get into the details of it. Maybe that's why Fabian has such a troubled facial expression right now. ]
maximumlegend: (you'll see me when i do)

[personal profile] maximumlegend 2024-08-03 06:39 am (UTC)(link)
[ These truly are two completely clueless boys trying to work this out together. Because Fabian sounds just as unsure - or maybe even more unsure, in fact - when he answers with: ]

Like this?

[ He moves the baby. Just a little bit. He isn't holding it still against him anymore, actually moving the baby up and down a little, but it's a very slight movement. It's like Fabian is afraid of jostling the baby too hard and hurting it, judging by the small little bounces he's doing. ]

I--Is that helping? [ Maybe not, since the AI baby is still crying its little lungs out. Its little robotic lungs. ] I don't want to shake it, that seems wrong!
maximumlegend: (so i'll tell you what i want if)

[personal profile] maximumlegend 2024-08-03 06:40 am (UTC)(link)
Maybe they just think I'm very responsible!

[ Clearly. Totally. Look at this guy: practically the poster child for responsibility, right. ]

Look, I have no clue why they make certain people adults here and other people kids, alright? I'm also the only one of all my friends from back home who's an adult in the eyes of this place, apparently. And I--

[ Fabian stops talking.

Mostly because his baby starts wailing so loudly that he wouldn't be audible over it anyway. He instantly seems startled, moving to try and soothe the baby, but looking like he has exactly zero idea of what he's doing here. ]
revengeisalie: (Know my path know my guilt.)

[personal profile] revengeisalie 2024-08-03 08:40 am (UTC)(link)
[ Well, if she's asking... Rin is not usually one to keep many secrets. ]

I was, uhm, doing something pretty important... and I guess pretty dangerous back home when I arrived.

[ A pang of sadness hits her as she thinks about it. As she wonders if Manji is still stuck in that prison. Has it been months for him, too? Is he even still alive, in that case? Did he maybe get out himself?

And Doa? Isaku? Everyone else? ]