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progressmods) wrote2018-03-03 03:24 am
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progress city test drive #1
| Here You Leave Today And Enter The World Of Yesterday, Tomorrow And Fantasy. Welcome to Progress City's first official test drive meme! This game is a panfandom jamjar set in a flux dimension inspired by Disney Theme Parks (particularly Walt Disney World in Florida) and the original concept for EPCOT (a city that would connect to the theme parks). Whether you're looking to join us or are just here to play around for a little bit, we have a few prompts below for you - but you're also free to come up with your own! | |||
| Prompt A Whatever you're doing, wherever you are, you find a vintage-looking ticket. The next time you blink or close your eyes for any reason, you open them and find yourself somewhere else - Progress City's Ticket and Transportation Center. You have no idea how you got here, and definitely don't know how you got this weird thing on your wrist... You'll learn, eventually, that Progress City and it's world-class themeparks are a popular tourist dimension across this universe. People can get in here very easily, but for some reason, that unremovable band on your wrist isn't allowing you to use their transporters to get home. To compensate, you'll be offered a job in the parks and free housing for the duration of your stay. Is that something you're willing to take? | |||
| Prompt B While you're here, you might as well spend some time around the theme parks in your downtime. It's easy enough to get to them - the city offers free 24/7 monorail and peoplemover transportation to each park, and you also get a free annual pass for yourself with your stay (lucky you)! If you're at all familiar with Walt Disney World, these four parks will seem...remarkably familiar to you. But there's little subtle differences here and there that that make this seem different - and the ones in charge will seem confused by the concept of a "Walt Disney World". Must be a thing about different dimensions. Nevertheless, you're still going to have the occasional bit of free time here, so there's plenty to see and do here across all four areas. Go ride some rides and eat some Dole Whip, you crazy kids. | |||
| Prompt C With the housing, you also get offered a job by Progress City's mayor. Maybe you decide to take it, maybe you don't, he's not gonna kick you out of your apartment unless you deserve it. But this poses a good way to get some actual money. You'll be matched to a job around the resort - hopefully one you enjoy. You could end up working in the parks as a ride operator, serving food, managing a shop, working security, or ending up as a pool lifeguard. There are a number of possibilities here, and you can always change your job later on if you find one that may suit you more. | |||
| Prompt D Over time, the thing on your wrist changes. Namely, it'll start taking on new colors, designs and occasionally icons that reflect your character's personality and appearance. You'll find that by concentrating you'll be able to utilize your band to... cast magic spells, of all things. These also seem tailored to your character - summoning weapons, creating projectiles, putting foes to sleep? It seems that no two bands are alike when it comes to this. ...Occasionally, you'll spot one or two small ink blot-like creatures scurrying about the city or the parks, creating an inky mess and leaving a small amount of chaos in it's wake. Those don't seem advertised. Perhaps they'd be good to try out your new abilities on, or maybe you'd prefer to practice a little bit first. | |||
| Wildcard As always, feel free to come up with your own scenario if none of these inspire you! | |||
Scrooge McDuck | Ducktales (2017)
[He was in his business room about to sign another contract that would make him Millions - no, Billions! No - trillions more than his feathery hands can count! He's been to weirder places- being an adventurous explorer and all, but never was he taken to an amusement park. Not even in his youth did he ever go to one. Just another waste of time.
There's a mysterious ticket in his fist and a strange contraption around his wrist. Try as he might, he can't pull the damned thing off. A series of tugging and pulling at the band happens before walking towards anyone nearby the annoyed duck, pointing his cane at them to get their attention.]
D'you know how to take this blasted this off me? It's strapped in tight and I'd rather leave than dillydally along in this god-awful place!
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[Being away from the very thing he holds dear to his heart is the worst torture anyone can ever bring to him. He misses him so much; his warmth, his touch, his finish.
His number one dime. Oh how he misses him so. Stuck in this neverending land of laughter and funtime. Well, at least he’s back to earning his dimes from scratch. In the small amount of time being here, Scrooge found a job as head cashier in one of the many pizza joins littered in the amusement park. It may not be the same as financing and running a big business, but the feeling of being in charge and handling money is the same. He’s not happy, but he’ll make his time here worth it. He'll work his way up the ranks and run this place out of business. Or, perhaps, make use out of it? He has to think this one over.
In the meantime, you can find the old duck running one of the cash registers when he's supposed to be on break. He’s got an unfortunate case of resting bitch face but his tired eyes shine when a customer answers cash to his monotonous “cash or credit” inquire.
And I don't suppose you'd like to switch up a poor old man's day by ordering something other than pizza, would you?
[he doesn’t even try to make himself sound welcoming anymore.]
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No, sorry, I've been looking into it but it seems like it's stuck tight. But if I figure something out, I'll-- Uncle Scrooge!
[Yeah, her brain took a bit to catch up with her mouth, there, but she recognized the voice well enough after a while. She whirls around on a heel, throwing herself at him suddenly and wrapping her arms around his neck before pulling back abruptly, mind already racing again.]
What are you doing here? [She holds up a hand immediately after she's asked it.] Wait, never mind, I know how you got here. I just wasn't expecting to see you!
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[His mouth fired off before he could register a blur hurling towards him. His cane clatters off to the side somewhere and he's reeling from both the impact of the hug and the realization that this person looks and sounds uncannily like Della.
It can't be. No, but he doesn't loosen his grip on her arms nor does he stop staring at her. It's like looking at a ghost from his past, and it may as well be one.]
.... Della?
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[She means to stoop down to pick his cane back up for him, but it doesn't really seem like he's keen on letting her go. Probably going to get scolded for trying to tackle him like that, but she's been here for weeks now without seeing anyone she knew-- it's nice to see him again, she just got excited!
Except he doesn't look angry, really, he just looks confused. Which maybe is to be expected. The ticket thing was kind of weird. He's probably just as surprised to see her in a place like this, too. Plus it's not exactly like Della's making too much of an effort to not immediately overwhelm him (he's usually on the same level as her, it's strange for that to not be the case for once).]
Are you alright, Uncle Scrooge? I know it's-- oh, there's a bench right over there! There's a lot to explain, maybe you should be sitting...
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[Picking up his cane, he allows himself to be led towards the bench. ]
Ah.. this is where you've been this whole time?
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[She wonders how well he'll manage with a job, but there's some other more important stuff to get over, first. She'll direct him to someone who can explain better than she can, later (she doesn't have the patience for that), but right now she's just happy to see him here.
Even if he's being a bit confusing.]
Well, yeah, I've been here a couple of weeks now. I'm really glad to see you.
[But she's not with Scrooge constantly back home, or anything. He shouldn't be that surprised that she was gone for some days on end-- and, well, she hadn't exactly gotten confirmation on it but she'd assumed time didn't really pass the same way back home it did here. Maybe she was wrong.]
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But she's here. Alive, and despite the predicament they're in, he feels more at peace to see a familiar face.]
Ay, we've missed you too. Nothing's been the same since you left.
[Maybe it's... for the best he doesn't mention the difference of time that's passed between them? Not yet anyway, there are more important issues to deal with.]
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[She tries to make it obvious that she's teasing, but the situation is still starting to weird her out just a bit. Scrooge never acts like this, and two weeks isn't a terribly long time to go without hearing from one another. He may be-- well, old, but he's far from being emotionally compromised over... anything, really? Much less something like this.
She's just gonna try to not act visibly suspicious. For the moment, at least. Let him get accustomed to being here and then she can grill him for why he's acting so weird (Della does think far enough ahead about these things to have some degree of tact, on occasion). So, uh... topic change, maybe? She's going to attempt to keep the optimistic tone up, in any case.]
So... how's Don doing? Would've left him a note, but-- well, you don't really get a chance to, right? Those tickets work pretty fast!
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Tickets? Y'mean this?
[Scrooge pulls his crumpled ticket from his coat pocket, showing it to Della. Annoyance starts to creep back into his features.]
I don't recall paying for a trip to lie about doing nothing but-- [He waves his cane around hazardously in every direction.] eat popped corn! Cotton candy! Elephant ears! Whatever that is. Doesn't sound appetizing in the slightest.
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[She's not even remotely surprised that Scrooge already isn't a fan. And honestly, she can't argue with some of his points but she can at least clear up some of it.]
Oh, don't worry, you didn't pay for anything. And it's not exactly a vacation, you have to work. It's just like home, except-- well, I guess the food is kind of hard to get used to...
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I have to earn me millions back working in retail?! That'll take years! I won't have it! I won't, I won't, I won't!
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No, don't worry, Uncle Scrooge! It's not real money. Here, look--
[She checks a couple of her pockets before finding a small amount of very fake-looking currency and handing it over to Scrooge.]
It's just, you know, to buy food and stuff. The apartments are free.
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Hrm. Well there goes my plan in running this place out of business. How is fake money going to get us out of here? Has no one figured out a way out of here yet?
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[Somehow she doubts that's going to stop him from attempting to drain the place dry anyways, though.]
But it's not all that bad. You just have to get used to it! And we're great at rolling with the punches, right?
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You're right, nothing can bring us down when we're together. That being said, there's nothing stopping us from tearing this park apart to get home. Now... you're telling me others have been able to go home successfully?
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[She's mostly teasing though, regardless of how serious he was about the statement. She at least appreciates that his mood is up for the moment.]
And I'm pretty positive, yeah! We're just not really sure how it works. It's kinda an on-and-off sort of thing. It either works or it doesn't.
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[She makes a fair point, though. This place is just too good to consider running it down. He has the means (and money) to buy it from the owners.
he looks at the colorful band around his wrist quizzically.]
And I don't suppose this little contraption has anything to do with the transportation properties of this land, no?
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C
Do you have anything other than pizza? I'd at least entertain the idea.
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Oh, my... oh, I'll regret it later, but I think I want that. May I have one of those?
[She's wringing her hands as she says it, even as her eyes sparkle... is "meal before dessert" really such a huge thing for her? After a moment, her mouth opens again, a bit deadpan as her hands still.]
I'm trying to decide if that was a bad pun or an amusing accident.
c
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[who's this clown with his ruggedly good looks yet smelly physique.]
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Excuse me? I'll have you know I'm a king. ........And I took a bath just a little over a month ago!
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The king of what. The king of facial hair? if you haven't noticed we're not exactly in a kingdom of any sort.
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