progress city test drive #2

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TEST DRIVE MEME

Here You Leave Today And Enter The World Of Yesterday, Tomorrow And Fantasy. Welcome to Progress City's second 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! Reserves for next cycle open on April 8th!

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!

Comments

A

[itsthecount]

Wow. Way to soccer mom at me, Sans Undertale. You'll have to talk to the black-and-white freak when you get the chance.

[listen, just let count olaf eat his eighth turkey leg today in fucking peace]

[deadendstreet]

Wow, I never would've guessed that corpses become skeletons. What a surprising new fact. [sarcasm]

Dude, I don't trust you at all. Parties in deadland? Sounds fake and suspicious.

A

[fashednable]

Hmph. Clearly, dahling, if that's what you're walking around in.

A

[fashednable]

My god, as if the spectacle of mediocrity couldn't get worse...

[There's a voice of utter disgust from behind Saber in line. Because of course there is.]

[seizemymoment]

[who is this sassy lost child]

Whether you believe me or not, I don't really care. Would you rather cease to exist upon dying? Sounds boring.

[seizemymoment]

...I understand nothing of what you just said, amigo. But! I take it this freak is in charge? What does he look like?

[not a chance he is here and he is ready to be an insufferable prick]

[seizemymoment]

Why, is there a problem with my Charro, señora?

C

[rogueguitarist]

[Hm. His plea not to tell the mayor was way too similar back when the music ban was still in place in the Rivera household. Miguel fidgets with his guitar strap, going from looking confused to determined. They mayor seems nice, but he doesn't want to put his friend at risk.]

I won't. He doesn't have to know about it.

[He then gives a toothy grin and offers a couple of disney dollars, already excited to hear him play.]

[avalion]

[She turns to the source of the judgement, taken aback as she looks down.]

Excuse me?

B!

[ilovepuppies]

[Star is gawking at all the little paper animals scattered about and lets out a squee of delight at the cat he offers.]

It's soooo cuuuuute!

[fashednable]

Just look at yourself, dahling! Is that your vacation wear or your outfit for the Plain Jane conference?

[fashednable]

What, problem? No problem. If you like style-less antiques.

bigby wolf (the wolf among us)

[sweariff]

B.
[Being at a theme park is an entirely new experience for Bigby. In all his centuries in the mundie world, he's never been to one. He's seen them on television, sure, and he's heard talk of them courtesy of the shit Jack spews from of his humblebragging mouth about all the wonderful places he's been to outside of Fabletown (most likely in his quest to find exciting new ways to con people and evade the law, Bigby's sure), but the idea of actually going to one is about as foreign as a trip to the moon. Bigby doesn't do vacations.

He also doesn't do rides, but here he is standing in line for one anyway. Curiosity overcomes personal standards. And there's nothing more curious than a big spooky house echoing ominous noises with a disproportionately huge line wrapped around it. It's not like he has anything better to do in the next hour anyway.

He's halfway through it when he comes to an interesting sight. It's the Haunted Mansion's pet cemetery. It's... Well, he guesses it's supposed to be cute, but it seems more morbid than anything. And one of the statues looks really strange.]

Someone has a sick sense of humor. [Seriously. Bigby isn't Toad's biggest fan by any means, but this—]


C.
[It's a beautiful day to be stuck in line. It's an even better day to be working at the front of it.

Look, let's cut right to it: Bigby never asked for this. That should be obvious, there's a whole mountain-sized pile of things he never asked for just chilling in the background. Some of them are, of course, more bearable than others; being abducted is a downright disgusting crime he can't forgive, being trapped in a place that's sort of like Florida might be even worse, but with time comes healing and he supposes he can learn to sort of acclimate to the way things are if he's given the freedom to move at his own pace. He supposes.

But being forced to work for these assholes, to be expected to perform a downgraded version of his job back home? At minimum wage? Well, someone's going to have to suffer for this. You know what they say about misery and company.

Today, Bigby's stuck doing security detail at the employee— excuse me, cast member entrance. And boy, is he in a sour mood. He's moving with as much efficiency as a machine, searching through bags and purses for the usual contraband. If he finds any, you can be sure it's going to be confiscated.]

—The hell?

[Uh-oh.]

What made you think you could bring this in?

[What is it? Well, that's up to you!]


wildcard
[yeah, we're doing this.]

C

[ilovepuppies]

[The contraband in question is a cutesy pink magic wand with wings and a bright yellow star in the middle. Very suspicious.]

Wha- hey! That's my wand! Give it back!

B!

[humanoidtyphoon]

[Vash on the other hand, has quite enjoyed his time here, although there was a pang of guilt at having so much fun. Would everything at home be fine? His brother could be causing trouble again. He missed the insurance girls too...

He'd heard of Earth before while on the Project Seed's ship and... quite honestly he never in his wildest dreams imagined he'd be here, considering in his world Earth was inhabitable to the point humanity had looked for an alternative. The planet they crashed on - Gunsmoke - was so barren and beige, devoid of bright colours that he couldn't help be in awe. So he's been taking a stroll on his work break, taking in some of the sights when he spots Bigby and... slides in front of him quite humorously.]

Huh? Hello there mister! What's wrong? [he turns to look at what Bigby is looking at] Not a fan of Frogs?

[avalion]

I...

[She looks down at herself, at her rain poncho.]

I believe this to be the most appropriate outfit for this situation.

[sweariff]

[You're telling him.]

This is a wand? [He carefully turns it over in his hands, holding it like it could start leaking radioactive gunk at any second.] You're kidding me.

[sweariff]

Toads, actually.

[Honestly, as an animal himself, even he doesn't even really know what the difference between the two is. Maybe one is prone to moaning and general prickish behavior than the other.]

—He just. Kind of looks like someone I know. [Which in itself is a weird fucking comment to make to a stranger, especially a mundie, but hell. Nothing about their situation is normal, so maybe he has a bit more leeway than he usually would when dealing with...this.]

[ilovepuppies]

Uh, yeah, and it's really important to me so give it!

[She makes a move to snatch it back.]

[sweariff]

[Yeah, no, he's gonna just...hold this out of reach. Tantalizingly too, though in all fairness that's unintentional on his part.]

Okay, fair, but aren't these [he flashes the wrist of his free hand, showing her his MagicBand.] supposed to take the place of that? You know I can't let you in with this.

[ilovepuppies]

[That's just gonna make her try even harder to get it back.]

Rub it in, why don't ya? Of course it doesn't work anymore because they went and took my real magic away! But I still want it! It's got, like, sentimental value!

Jimmy McGill | Better Call Saul

[gimmejimmy]

a

[There's a rather panicky dude here, wearing a gaudy suit, who appears to be looking frantically. After tugging at his Magicband for a couple of minutes, you may see him approach you.]

Look, hi, I'm - bad form for what I presume is a hostage situation, I know, but I'm Jimmy McGill. I'm a lawyer from Albuquerque. I'd show you my driver's license if I had it but...

[Alright, this clearly isn't working.]

I gotta get home. My brother's sick. You help me and mark my words, I will tie this place up in so much litigation that their descendants are gonna be dealing with the paperwork.

wildcard

[here’s a message on the local bulletin board, posted by some throwaway account:]

so jw

whats the law lookin' like here because for the record i have a lotta questions so we'll start with those

1. lets say you have some sort of degree. anything along the lines of lets say a doctorate, a teaching license or a license to practice law. really any sort of significant certification. how easily is it to regain these things upon entering progress city or are there any real avenues to gain these things back??

i mean crunchy christ on a cracker there has to be some sort of system in place here

unless you people are set on sellin dole whips for the rest of your life

2. if there’s no avenue to regaining these things, can any hack comin in “accidentally” claim to have these things and be able to run a business that’s legitimate to all eyes but theirs??

3. local law enforcement. does it exist or have people here just become accustomed to the idea of 1984??

a

[mostwantedfrog]

[A lawyer, huh? Constantine ponders it over. Allying with him could be either really helpful or absolutely devastating, depending on how corrupt the guy is. The last thing he needs is some goody-two-shoes lawyer springing him out of this funland park and straight to prison. But a lawyer who'd be willing to keep him out of the gulag... And perhaps out of any legal trouble here should he, say, try to stage a coup...

Better to test the waters first.]

If I help... What is in it for me?

[gimmejimmy]

[...Okay, talking frog. You know what? Fine. He'll roll with it.]

Half. Half of the cut, provided this suit is successful - and you can be sure it will be.

[mostwantedfrog]

Hmm... do not know. Most here deal in weird fake money. "Didney Dollars." How can you be sure they will cough up real money?

Between helping you home, finding out truth of money situation, helping with suit... half may not be enough, da? Seventy five percent. And you must guarantee they have money to pay.