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progressmods) wrote2018-05-21 07:41 pm
progressmods) wrote2018-05-21 07:41 pm
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progress city test drive #3
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| 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 are always open! | |||
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. | |||
| Prompt E Every now and again, the city will host a Festival! Progress City prides itself in making festivals with great food and drink, and will happily let its citizens enjoy it for a nice discount! You can either look up examples of Disney festival treats or make up some yourself, but rest assured, everything you order will be simply amazing. If you're not too busy getting drunk to stand, there are also other events you can participate in! There are also small events your character can participate in! In this hypothetical festival, your character can take a cooking class, attend a seminar to learn basic magic tricks (with real magic!), or try out a fancy new VR game where you fight against other players as giant robots. | |||
| Wildcard As always, feel free to come up with your own scenario if none of these inspire you! | |||
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[Simon's still got his fucking handcuffs on, give him a break. He's been here for like 10 minutes at the most. He refuses to backdown, matching Pete's glare with one of his own.]
What rule do you claim that I broke?
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You, sir, were unlawfully loitering and being a general nuisance to the people. Why, imagine if someone wanted to walk there, only to find that you were there, standin' around and blocking the path! Terribly inconsiderate AND illegal!
[he's...not actually sure if there are any REAL laws in progress city but its fine]
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[He crosses his arms, unimpressed.]
I was standing outside the shop window, admiring the merchandise, and about to step inside. All that you have done is prevent me from moving, and cause a bigger loitering issue. By blocking the doorway yourself.
If you consider standing in one place for under a minute to be a crime, then I am afraid you have broken that rule, yourself.
[By the way, the "merchandise" in question is a plush hawk. Of course.]
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[He gives up trying to find a word and slams his fist against the palm of his hand.]
You're standing in the way of the fist of justice!
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[simon blackquill antifa icon]
So, you would arrest an innocent citizen attempting to buy goods in the area? The local storeowners must adore you.
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[Said with a strained smile. This guy's really getting on his nerves, not to mention the fact that Pete's essentially been backed into a corner.
Easy, Pete. You've got this. You've swindled your way out of too many places to be trapped by this weirdo.]
Listen, buster, I don't make the rules, I just enforce 'em. So if you don't gimme your cards right now, you'll be drinkin' out of a straw for the next month, see?
[...Is this guy a toon? He can't actually tell, and it's frankly creeping him out a little.]
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... Barring that, I will bury you with enough legal trouble to ruin whatever life you may have in this place.
Now, let me go into this shop,, and let me buy that toy hawk.
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Hah! I'd like to see you just try to take down the mighty Peg-Leg Pete!
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[Sadly, Blackquill doesn't actually have his blade. That was a bluff. He's also not really feeling up to fighting a giant cat man right now, especially since its immediately after learning that creatures like giant cat men exist.
But Blackquill is gonna rear his arms up and bring them down on Pete's head, smashing the chains of his handcuffs. He grins wildly, stretching out his newly-freed hands.
... And then he's going to try to dodge past Pete.]
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[The word appears above Pete's head, letters quaking in mid-air before disappearing. Several spirals and stars seem to radiate out from the impact. Pete staggers backwards--he hadn't been expecting that. By the time he clears his head, Blackquill has already slipped past him.]
HEY!
[He storms inside. Any trace of false kindness has been wiped from his face, replaced with an expression of sheer fury.]
Why, when I get my hands on you, you'll regret the day you ever decided to buy that stupid toy! C'mere, you--!
[He barrels towards the man, fully intending to body slam him into the shelves. Screw these shopkeepers--they can complain to Mayor Serling about the damages later.]
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Simon would take a minute to try to comprehend that cartoonish bullshit, but he's a bit busy trying to survive the fury of Pete.
He let his anger get the best of him, he knows that, especially when he feels himself slammed into the nearest shelf and toppling to the ground. The shelf collapses as well, trinkets shattering all over the floor. Blackquill winces for the sake of the shopkeep.
Speaking of-]
You there- call the bloody cops, or whatever counts as such in this town.
[He shouts that at the nearest employee, before kneeing Pete in the gut and wrenching himself free of the other's grip.
Simon has a few plans in mind, and none of them are particularly good. But this is the best one he's got.]
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[Pete doubles over for a second, trying to keep his grip on Blackquill but failing. Snarling, he scoops up a shattered trinket and throws it at him, hoping to catch him off guard.]
Why, you @#!$-- [how did he do that with his mouth] --I'll wring your neck out!
[He charges blindly back towards Blackquill, hands outstretched. The ground practically shakes as he runs.]
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Simon has the advantage of speed and smaller size, and he ducks past Pete again, kicking his leg out to trip Pete up as he does so.]
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[Pete stumbles forward and loses his balance, tumbling head over heels into a revolving merchandise display. The display topples over with a CRASH and begins to roll away with Pete running on top of it. This shouldn't be possible within the laws of physics, but when have toons ever cared about that?
Pete sticks out his hand to catch himself on a nearby pillar. He swings back around and grabs a conveniently-placed fake swordfish off the wall, pointing it threateningly towards Simon as he advances.]
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[Blackquill grabs the nearest sword-like object to him.
... Not very useful.
But he still brandishes it like a proper sword, prepared to fight Pete off while backing closer to the door.]
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[Pete makes a mental note to "encourage" the local shopkeepers to stop selling so much Mickey Mouse merchandise. As he rolls by, he thrusts the swordfish at Blackquill's head with unusual finesse.]
Take THAT!
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[Blackquill is trained enough with swords to fight back with ferocity, the broken chains of his handcuffs clinking as he swings his shitty toy sword. He blocks, parries, and jabs with a speed that's hard to keep up with, and he still has enough of a grip on the situation to keep an eye out for any bystanders. Simon continues to back up as he fights.
He's almost at the door.]
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ENOUGH! I'm endin' this stupid fight, once and for all!
[In a last resort, he throws the swordfish at Simon like a javelin, snarling.]
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It appears you've thrown your blade, and with it, the match. Pity.
[And NOW he makes a run for it out the door.]