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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! | |||
evie ♕ ( disney's ) descendants
001 as i rip my own face off with glee
and then somebody has the nerve to physically touch her and she's about to lose her damn job ripping an arm out of a socket and beating a tourist with it when--]
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Absolutely not. [oh god those semi-sarcastic pleas for help during her gay crisis really did summon her oh magic why do you continue to screw her over]
bye i'm dead
O-M-G, Freddie, what are you doing here? ( it's kind of squealed, sorry — both to freddie and the other shoppers. her gaze sweeps over the other girl from head to toe, as though confirming that she's really there, too, and suddenly, her demeanor turns deathly serious: )
You look so — drab.
( you know, besides freddie's signature makeup that evie is pretty sure isn't
disneyprogress city look™, even though she's certain her own hair color isn't quite within guidelines, either. drab feels like a kind way to describe the long, dull plaid skirt and the off white button down shirt that freddie's found herself stuck in. evie finds herself wishing that mal was here, if only to magic a splash of color onto the poor thing. )no subject
[there's a brief moment, where she hopes against hope that Evie is just going to end up being a. far too familiar tourist. but she glances down at her wrist and, well. there's confirmation. at least Evie missed the, uh. excitement. she would've been great at the interpersonal relationships part of it all! just. not. the. murder parts.]
So. They finally get around to dragging another VK here. Which is wicked, because I'm pretty sure if I went another hour without telling someone who will truly appreciate it that Maleficent made out with a giant space thumb, I would die again. [oops she's forgotten you don't casually mention that you died once all the time in conversation normally]
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except then freddie says a string of words that makes approximately zero sense to evie, her lips slipping into a small frown. ) Maleficent? Isn't she, you know — tiny and lizardy? ( die again? what's been going on over on the isle while evie's been in auradon?
this is seriously the opposite of fabmazing — it's serious. evie, for all intents and purposes, shelves this shopping experience, therefore shelving both pairs of ears. she leans in a little, practically whispering for fear of being overheard: ) Not that I'm saying that you should totally borrow the dress I have in my bag and ditch work, but I'm totally saying that you should borrow the dress I have in my bag and ditch work.
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["I'm still not entirely convinced Bill Nye won't have me lined up against a wall and shot if I skip work," she doesn't say, because honestly, fuck it, she deserves this. she hasn't considered hexing a single child today.]
Wanna hear it over coffee? They've got all kinds of flavors, and cream that isn't mostly lumps. Just let me change real quick-- I got my street clothes backstage.
[... oh god she. brought her... oh well this had to happen eventually it might as well happen like this because her life is an endless joke.
so Freddie comes out like five minutes later wearing pretty usual clothes for her, and also... well. it's a sleeveless sweater. it's rainbow. and in the middle of it is a teal mermaid.
and she's just looking at her like I fucking dare you to question any of this.]
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— anyway, freddie's return is enough to make evie's brain go right into fashion emergency mode, brows lifting sky high and mouth slightly parted in surprise. rainbow? mermaids? uma would have freddie's head for wearing something so heinous, she thinks, and uma's not even the closest thing to the fashion police that the isle's got. somehow, she's acquired even more questions in the short span of time since she got here. )
— C'mon, let's get out of here before someone says something, ( the princess urges, her voice very audibly reacting to the sight before her, but the look on freddie's face says to keep her mouth shut or else face the wrath of her dear old daddy's friends on the other side. it's straight onto main street, u.s.a. for evie, arm looping around freddie's and practically dragging her along for the ride. )
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but eventually they do find their way to the nearby Joffrey's, where Freddie gets a cup of milk and sugar that theoretically has coffee in it. and then comes the hard part: condensing what occurred in the manor into a digestible summary that doesn't leave her looking like the complete dork she ended up being.]
So... A while back, me and a bunch of other people got kidnapped and forced into this sorta... blood ritual. We were trapped in a manor and told the only way out was to get away with killing somebody else. [she pauses, glancing at her somewhat nervously, like... okay? is that a good base to build on?]
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that idea is reinforced when they enter the joffreys, and evie's eyes light up, promptly ordering the most sugary concoction she can find — with extra marshmallows, please. surely this will break the tension, ease the two of them into whatever's happened with freddie before she'd arrived.
the princess takes a dainty sip, crosses her legs, brows knitting together as she starts to listen to this horrible, terrible tale — even going so far as to gasp when freddie mentions killing. they've been taught bad things on the isle, stemming from their parents' actions, but the vks and the isle's other inhabitants have at least learned that threats and physical torture can often cause more harm than death. )
Kidnapped? By who? Blood ritual? I — ( she pauses, steels herself for her next question with a sip of her "coffee". ) Are you sure it wasn't your dad, testing you? I mean, our parents aren't really ... the most reasonable ... but even that seems a little far. Did you — ? ( evie simply can't bear finishing the rest of that question. )
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[she's. just going to save "also your mom was here, similarly alternate, also she's dead." for a later date.]
I... Yeah. Things went a little... Voodoo, y'know? I thought I could... [she shakes her head] It doesn't matter. At the end of the day, we saved everyone, beat the bad guys-- the whole hero thing. And as reward for going through all that... Well. I live here. And for all it is, I like it here. I have a family here-- a weird, weird family where a mouse is my other dad and a superhero is my big sister, but a family.
... And, as reward for you, sitting here and listening to all that heavy junk, here's the only part you're gonna actually care about. [dramatic pause. a grin.] I've also... got a girlfriend. And you definitely know who she is.
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evie is smart, and even while the idea of an ... alternate dimension seems even more outlandish than anything in their own world, she thinks that she might believe it, even if she'd like to get a second opinion from doug. an alternate version of their world would explain why that beautiful castle she'd ogled from afar looked iconic enough to recognize it as chad charming's castle — except upon further inspection, key details were different, like turret size, flag hue, moat depth ... (let's not go into how she knows what chad charming's castle looks like; evie'd had to reassemble the discarded fragments of so many tigger beat magazines back together piece by piece when she lived on the isle, considered garbage by the auradon kids and dumped into the isle's trash heaps. desperate times called for desperate measures.)
she lets the straw go free at last, relieved that at the very least, freddie's seemed to have erred on the side of good as much as she could have, despite the truly rotten circumstances she'd been thrown into. ) I'm glad you made it out of there, Freddie. ( and it's a genuine statement, full of heart, sincere and serious and —
did freddie just say she has — ) A girlfriend?! ( and evie could practically leap from her chair, but releases said excited energy by slapping her hands down against the table's surface instead. ) Freddie, who? Ohmygoodness, who is she? You have to tell me!
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[another dramatic pause. she literally can't help herself.]
I'm dating Princess Ariel. The Princess Ariel.
[so her gay disaster sweater should make just a bit more sense.]
Which... leads into a story that's a little bit longer. Did you know I helped out Prince Charming when he thought he'd killed an old lady? He and King Beast ended up doing a weird, convoluted murder plot the week after, though. But, Queen Belle was shacking up with some greasy goth boy in Hell. This is the life I've been forced to live, with not a single person who understands how hilarious it all is! [IT'S BEEN HELL]
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( evie has to say it out loud, repeat it, maybe only in order for it to ring true for her. freddie says that people from back home will think she's crazy and, well — the princess certainly finds herself confused for a multitude of reasons. at the very least, the sweater (she supposes) makes ... vague sense.
and yeah, okay, the rest of this story might make even less sense, the thought of true love — king beast and queen belle — separating, plotting evil things, truly stirring some strange feeling inside of her. )
I never thought there could be a place stranger than Auradon — or worse than the Isle. ( it's enough to make a frown cross evie's lips, ever the tragic sight.
still, there's something the princess can't ignore. )
Okay, but Princess Ariel? Arabella's aunt? Isn't she — ( get on with it, evie. ) Old?
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[she frowns, busying herself with her straw. better than admitting the weeks she'd spent on something close to a suicide mission, before realizing how pointless it was.]
It's all... weird timeline junk. You don't get used to it. Trust me.