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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! | |||
Donald Duck | Ducktales 2017 | Foolish Mortals CRAU
[Donald's... used to ending up in weird places by now. Not enough to like it, but at this point it's less surprising and more depressing. At least once he got over the initial panic.
Granted, the ticket thing was new (how fancy), but the first thing he's doing is trying to find the management. Because. You know. That worked out so well last time.
So yeah, there's just. A duck running around yelling at anyone (and anything) he encounters, as one does, in-between intervals of trying to tug the band off of his arm.]
Hey, what's the big idea? I didn't sign up for this! Somebody get this stupid thing off my wrist!
B
[Luckily, if there's anything that alleviates the pain of being stuck somewhere else again, it's Dole Whip. Lots of Dole Whip.
The table he's been occupying for most of the afternoon is currently empty save for the twenty or so Dole Whips just sitting there. You're welcome to attempt to take one, if you want, but if you do Donald will be quick to appear from... wherever he'd wandered off to, slapping it out of your hand and onto the ground.]
Beat it! Go buy your own!
Wildcard
[Want to do something else instead? Hit me!]
A
[Beaker's been yelled at plenty of times before by creatures bigger than him, but that never stops him from panicking. He retreats into his shirt, his bulging eyes poking out.
After a few moments, he pops his head back up again, just enough that he can "meep" a response. Not a very coherent one, of course...]
Me-mee mee-meep mimimieee-mee-muh. Mimeep meeena-meemeeep.
[He gestures at the band on his own wrist. He seems to be saying that he doesn't know any more than Donald does. Whether or not Donald understands that...]
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He does understand that the band on Beaker's wrist means he's not in charge here, though, so he just sighs in exasperated defeat.]
This is just great.
[And then eyes the guy. He has flimsy felt arms. Maybe they can just pull the band off of him and... he doesn't really know where to go from there, actually? He doesn't even know what these bands are for, but upsetting the system is usually a good way to kickstart an escape of some sort.]
Hey, have you tried pulling that off yet?
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He nods, and demonstrates, tugging lightly on the band as he speaks:]
Meemee-meeep mimiiimeee miniimii meemuh-mee...
[Sure enough, the band doesn't budge. Beaker doesn't look surprised, and shrugs his weird fake shoulders.]
Me-meep.
[He taps his chin, thinking. After a moment, he seems to remember something, and points to Donald's left triumphantly. Further down the path, there's a map billboard- maybe you can figure out where to find the management with that!]
B
Well, Negs is going to take his arm and sliiiiiiiide it across the table, knocking the rest of those cups onto the ground. Oh, and donald's getting the middle finger. Hope you're happy with yourself! :)]
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[he just fixes Negaduck with a glare. realistically, Donald knows that Negaduck is-- like that. he watched r3. he knows better to even bother humoring him. he won't stoop that low. Donald is above this situation.
so anyways he's going to run right on over to the nearest snack stand just to order another one-- and throw it at Negaduck's head once he's not paying attention.]