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Entry tags:
- !mission log,
- baldurs gate: shadowheart,
- dc comics: damian wayne,
- dc comics: dick grayson,
- dc comics: tim drake,
- detroit become human: connor,
- dimension 20: fabian seacaster,
- dimension 20: gorgug thistlespring,
- mcu: peter parker,
- my hero academia: izuku midoriya,
- the sandman: hob gadling,
- xmcu: laura,
- ✘ alex rider | kyra vashenko-chao,
- ✘ blade of the immortal: asano rin,
- ✘ dceu | clark kent,
- ✘ final fantasy vii | aerith gainsboroug,
- ✘ mcu | natasha romanoff,
- ✘ neon genesis evangelion: asuka langley,
- ✘ original | nuvia,
- ✘ original: samil,
- ✘ worm: francis krouse
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.
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:
![]() ⏵ 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. 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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[She doesn't think it needs to be said. But she'll say it anyway. Aelwyn is in her work clothes, a chef uniform untucked with the top buttons opened up. She's outside her restaurant, a duffle bag on her shoulder, and a cigarette between her fingers.
Probably up to no good, yeah.
She doesn't seem particularly threatened by the presence of a teenage cop with a robot baby and a tit window though.]
Selling drugs for favours, if you must know. Why'd they give you a baby?
[She sounds more amused than surprised. It's probably distressing for him, especially in comparison to Aelwyn and Adaine's situation, but all the same... Aelwyn is an asshole.]
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But no. Of course he just had to tempt fate, and daring to hope for something better than just being stuck over at the police station meant that he happened to drive right towards Aelwyn Abernant. Like this day couldn't get any more embarrassing. And while her negging him might have been exciting in what feels like a very, very distant past at this point, with all of the developments of the last year it just feels even more awkward.
Which means Fabian looks fully speechless for a moment before he manages to force out: ]
W-Well, why didn't they give you one?
[ Throwing the ball right back at you, Aelwyn!! He's doing fine and great, actually!! ]
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[The kids are fine. She took charge of looking out for some of the younger teenagers in Gloucester, they all vanished without a trace. Fine. She's done that before.
The presence of a partner though, that grates on her. It's like another reminder, digging at her skin. What she's lost, what she'll get back. If she were any more self obsessed, she'd suggest it was an intentional slight.]
I'm aloof, perpetually judgemental and emotionally distant, though. That makes me the ideal father figure. You, on the other hand...
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First of all, not all fathers are like that. [ It's not like he doesn't know she's likely saying that because her and Adaine's father sucks.
But considering all the issues the setup of this place is blasting straight back into Fabian's mind, of course he's going to be defensive here. He's not even being defensive of himself as a father, since he doesn't feel like he's doing all that great so far. No, he's obviously being defensive of another man here. ] There are plenty of fathers out there who unconditionally love their children, and--
[ It sounds like he was about to go on about this.
But he's interrupted by the baby he's carrying, considering it starts to wail so loudly that it's louder than anything Fabian could even say. It's so close to Fabian's ear too that the boy visibly startles at the sound. ]
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Oh yes, looking at you I can just tell you're the result of some amazing parenting. [William Seacaster sold them palimpcests to stave off a midlife crisis. Penelope speculated idly when they were making plans to move on Zelda and Ostentatia that they were able to manipulate him so easily because Seacaster was jealous of his own son.
Strange what sticks in your mind after dying.]
But yes, there's exceptions to the archetype. There's also a cultural difference across the board, really. But there's a very specific type of family dynamic that's being put on display here, and it's never as pretty as it seems.
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Even though it's definitely still crying, making the situation only more awkward. Even when Fabian was pretty convinced any interaction with Aelwyn could not be more awkward than it already is by nature. ]
You don't even know anything about my parents.
[ Apparently he finds that important enough - there's something about insulting him that doesn't feel quite as bad, so that's not the part he protests, but something about going after his parents gets to him way more - to say in return, even while he's uselessly trying to soothe the baby. The rest of what she's saying will have to wait. ]
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I really don't need to, sweetie. [She leans against the wall, watching him struggle. There's a balance to maintain here. She doesn't quite want to isolate him, mostly for Adaine's sake. She can't say she's particularly moved by any reservations about hurting his feelings. Still, anyone with a brain could say that William fucking Seacaster would hit some roadblocks as far as parents go.
The fact that they're all the same, that the cycle persists, that the rot bleeds through no matter what anyone does, that's just a bonus. A family that offered to embrace her, that offered the same to everyone they preyed on. Devoured them and spat them out.
It sticks in her mind a little bit, the particular fears they were preying on. Even after she burned them all to ash.]
Most people would hire a sitter, you know. Bringing an infant into a confrontation with a violent criminal that has tried to kill you at least once doesn't seem like the best idea.
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.. which does seem to settle down for the moment.
Well, at least that's one good thing in this entire situation. It's something. ]
For the record, they didn't exactly tell me, "oh, go capture Aelwyn".
[ It's funny. Or maybe just kind of sad. Sometimes you can spend an entire time chasing a dream, being loud about it, only to maybe never actually want that to come true in the end. Some things are better as a fantasy, a cover up. Pretending to be something and want something, since you're never really going to get the thing in the end.
There's a reason they were already separated before they ever really got together. (Maybe more than one, really.) ]
It's not as if there would be any real danger in a place like this. [ No regular danger, anyway. The only danger here seems to perhaps come from what's keeping them here in the first place, and they aren't going to call in the cops for that. ] And even if there was, I know how to handle myself.
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She suspects that it won't be her that does it though. There's something worse at the root of this place.]
This place? This place is a fucking fly trap. [She shakes her head.] There's no crime, I'll grant you that.
Speaking of, want some cocaine?
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Look. You may not remember.
[ Surely. Everything is pointing towards Aelwyn being from an earlier point in time than him, and then with some.. weird time added onto that, judging by the person she had been looking for in that spaceship. ]
But I have changed. I am a new man now. [ .. It's the most stupid thing to declare so formally.
But that's Fabian for you. Clearly she missed his transformation, and she still thinks he's a guy who is weak enough for girls that he'd just let them do snuff off his chest! No more!!
(He's definitely still that desperate. But. He's trying to look better right now.) ]
This body is a temple!
[ A temple he poured bad baby milk in at several parties already. ]
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[Aelwyn squints at him. The idea that she might be carrying some expectation that doesn't match whatever present has allowed him to tattoo himself up like some kind of prized cow.
She didn't see him at Tellamine's weird summer camp, she didn't see him at the tower, she didn't see him at...
The party is one of the memories that she came back to. Found herself trapped there in her own nightmares more than once. She was surrounded by facimiles of beautiful women who all smiled and laughed and flirted as Aelwyn took the final step, and faltered.
All of Adaine's dipshit friends were there. Including Fabian. I came here to fuck! Huh. A bottle smashed over a head, snuff off someone's chest - his? Did she kiss him? She kissed a lot of people, screwed a fair few more.
Huh.]
First off... That's the single most cringeworthy way you could possibly even say that and you should feel bad.
[She inclines her head, thinking of how exactly to say this.]
Secondly. We've also only met once, right?
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.. except then Aelwyn continues, and it's like Fabian deflates like a balloon on the spot, his posture from a moment ago completely gone. Because her thinking they only met once sure is explaining a lot - it matches up with what he thought was going on here - and it also makes stuff incredibly awkward. Fabian does not want to be the one to tell her that he lusted after her for an entire spring break, only for them to get together in the most awkward of ways and separated just as quickly in a similarly awkward way.
Absolutely not. ]
No, we met more often than that. [ 'Met.' Sure. That's a safe word. Fabian loves hiding behind that safe word right now, thanks. ]
I'm a junior now. It's practically been two years for me since the party.
[ Because if she's saying they met once, then surely the time she must be remembering is the party, right? That's also what he was refering to initially. ]
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Wouldn't last long. Which explains why he struggles to look at her without flushing. Pining after her makes sense. She's hot. She's been aware of that fact for most of her life, and she's used it to her advantage a considerable amount. Still. She can't help but wonder...]
Yeah well - the last thing I remember from Spire is running off with your coach trapped in a gem and ditching you all in the woods. [She cocks her head.] Three years ago. Roughly.
Look, honey, the person you think I am? [That girl is dead. A necessary part of the process.] That's not me. I changed a lot more, I'd wager.
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Because he doesn't want to explain himself. There's a defensive instinct, but when Fabian actually uses his brain to think - for once - he realizes that he doesn't want to explain any of this at all. What does it even matter? She's clearly some different Aelwyn, and it's not even like he's close to the one back in his own world.
Just burying the entire thing has been easier this entire time, and Fabian doesn't want to make it harder now by attempting to explain complicated feelings to her. Talking about complicated feelings never works out for him, and it certainly won't now he's tired in the middle of trying to balance a boring useless job with a baby he doesn't know how to take care of. ]
Look, it doesn't matter who changed. There's-- nothing. [ There has never been anything, has there? Other than him embarrassing himself.
What else is new, right. ]
It's just that you're Adaine's sister, and she actually seems to care about having a bond with you now.
[ That's why he's talking to her.
There's nothing else if Fabian just pretends hard enough there isn't, there wasn't. ]
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Right then. [Aelwyn's good at accepting the stories they tell themselves to make the truth easier to bear. She spent the first eighteen years of her life doing it.] Nothing at all.
[It wouldn't matter regardless. Beyond them being strangers, Aelwyn has someone she would destroy the world a billion times over for, and she's far, far away from here.]
My sister is very dear to you, then. [Deflect. Her lips quirk into a small smile as she weaves together her elaborate trap.]
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Of course.
[ Especially when that statement is such a no-brainer. Fabian would easily say that about every single member of their adventuring party. He chose them over everything else a long time ago, going against his own father's word. ]
I just want her to be able to be happy, even here. [ Is he walking right into the trap, Aelwyn.. ]
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[Very non commital answer in a lot of ways. She should be happy for Adaine that she has all these loyal friends so committed to her. She's always deserved it, of course.
And yet.]
So. Do you like her?
[Direct, the kind of juvenile teasing she'd use when she was alive. See, a distraction.]
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[ .. oh.
Hold on.
Apparently that registered in Fabian's head just a moment too late. Aelwyn's tone, that is. Fabian assumed this was just a general kind of like, but no, that was a like-like tone. If Fabian had thought about it even just for a moment, he easily would have realized it-- and yet here the realization only hits him now, way belated.
It immediately makes his cheeks darken with a blush, which certainly isn't helping his case. ]
W-Wait! What are you implying?!