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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! | |||
Henrietta Biggle | South Park: The Fractured But Whole
[What the hell is this?
At first she was just looking at some lame piece of garbage, next she was standing here in this barf-inducing crapsack. She has to admit, it is kind of shocking just how awful where she's been brought is, and for a moment Henrietta is slack-jawed in shock at it, cigarette holder drooping between her fingers.]
Oh my god.
[The words are spoken with a mixture of shock and disgust. Perhaps, even a little bit of terror. Not the reaction you'd really expect from most ten year olds.]
It's like a fiefdom of conformists.
[And she just takes an angry drag off her cigarette, smoke billowing between her clenched teeth.]
This is so lame.
Prompt B
[There had to be something or somewhere in this place that was not just utterly fucking awful. Henrietta, at least, didn't plan to just stalk the streets of this hellhole all day without any kind of direction. Her ego couldn't take it, having to pass each one of the stupid attractions in this place knowing she couldn't spit on each and every fucking one of them.
Then she comes to the Haunted Mansion. Even if it still looks like the dumb happy shit here, it's still the closest thing to looking kind of goth in this place. Who knows. There has to be something decent in this place.
Of course, she's disappointed almost immediately in it. By the time the ride gets to the portrait gallery, she's already smoking again, leaning against the side of the cart as bored as possible, rolling her eyes.]
It's like a gallery for the shitty demons who couldn't cut it in hell.
[This sucks. What an affront to everything goth.]
Prompt E
[This place even has its own stupid horrid conformist festivals. At least at home she could fully avoid all the dumb festivals or at least have her clique to hang out with, but here there's just nothing else to do but go to them. Go to them and talk about how fucking stupid and awful they are.
She decided she'd take a look at this wussy 'magic' class. Surprise. It's the most eye rolling thing she has ever seen, and at this point she is just leaning back in her chair.]
This is so fucking boring.
[She doesn't bother to whisper that either. Let everyone know how much this sucks. They deserve to know.]
B
This is why one of the portraits (the one with the zombie guy) seems to have gained a life of its own by floating off the wall and towards Henrietta. Just kidding, he took it off the wall. He holds it in front of his face like a mask and wiggles it at Henrietta.]
BOO!
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Oh my god. It's so much lamer up close.
[You didn't surprise her Kenny. You totally didn't, she's just taken aback by how utterly fucking lame the painting truly is.]
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[What could be more goth than that???]
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It's only sorta goth. The real souls of the damned are way grodier.
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I thought it was cool. [huff] And who says he's not real? Maybe the mansion's for real haunted.
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[She says that in full confidence as she flicks her cigarette out the other side of the cart and behind them.]
Haunting spirits would be way more goth than this. If this were a for real haunting, you might come in here with a soul but you won't be leaving with one.
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[The idea isn't really exciting because living without a soul just sounds like another way of dying, but it is funny to see her so mad about it.]
It's Disney, but really magic. So that means that this could be a haunted mansion, but really haunted. Annnd... If I was a soul-stealing ghost...
[He creeps up closer to her.]
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[She sounds as non-chalant about it as possible. Disney is some poser, fru-fru dumb magic. It totally undersold the power of darkness. But Kenny is right; there is real magic here. She doesn't know what to think of that. Sometimes there's a sense of wonder about it, but she remembers that's just a cheap reaction to how she had been. Before she became truly dead and wise to the world. Before she became goth.]
Well if you were a soul stealing ghost-
[She emphasizes the point by lightly jabbing a finger in Kenny's direction.]
I'd say you were shit out of luck when it comes to a meal. My soul is on lock to darker powers.
[She keeps an eye on Kenny as he creeps towards her. Just try and spook her again you goober. She dares you.]
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[Well, not really?? If it turns out this place is actually fucking evil and everything he thought was good turns out to be Elder God levels of vile and twisted, that will both a) justify whatever measures he has to take to get out of here, and b) confirm that Henrietta was...sort of right? Maybe a little? Honestly, he doesn't even know what her moral stance on this place is aside from it being consumerist and lame, which is tantamount to evil anyway.]
I guess that means I'll need you to be my shield. Only you can protect me.
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I don't know.
[Still. Considering all the other conformists and assholes who seem to be everywhere, the guy is alright. Not goth. But somehow alright. And alright is one of the better things anyone can hope to be in Henrietta's worldview.]
If you do that, you might have to give your soul up to something even worse.
[If this place somehow does go to shit - and how can it not, look how lame everything is - well. Maybe Henrietta can throw a freebie to the guy when it comes to protecting his soul. For now at least.
Not that she isn't going to mess with him anyway.]
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[There's a very serious pause. For maximum seriousness.]
And your awesome boobs.
[Yes, the most important part. Also spoilers as to why he's crept so close to begin with. You can practically hear the neckbeard wheezing.]
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And then puts it out on Kenny's coat.]
Down boy.
[That was the warning shot for now Kenny. The next one will go out on skin.]
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Can we sit together in the car? I'll need someone to hold my hand if things get too scary.
[Sometimes you got to swing a few misses before you get a few hits. Eventually something will work.]
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[God, what a loser, this guy.]
Do you need me to get you a night light for your room too, you baby?
[Keep swinging Kenny. This is going to be a long, drawn out game.
Still, she isn't actually stopping him.]
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[Look. LOOK. He's had girlfriends before, he knows what girls like. You can't do better than Kenny McCormick's Worldly Expertise (TM).]
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[Keep trying slugger. Maybe some day.]
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[He's still holding the portrait btw. Maybe he's going to take it with him on the ride, and then out of the mansion as a kickass souvenir. It would make the guys so jealous, especially if it really turns out to be haunted.]
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[Hey, go for it. She's not telling. Who knows, maybe it will be haunted. Like for reals haunted.
And that would be pretty goth. This is clearly for goth science.]
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He's probably buffed her once or twice as a ghost before.Truthfully, if there were ghosts here, it might be kind of useful for them. Maybe they'd turn out to be good ones who could help them out, or apathetic at worst. The latter may be more likely.]Anyway. [All this talking and they're finally at the front of the line, WOW, IMAGINE THAT!!] Ride with me?
[To his credit, it's a legitimate question this time.]
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Almost certainly. Girl isn't as sensitive to ghostly presence as she thinks.Ghosts of any kind would at least be something. It would maybe be one of the few things that wasn't conformist bullshit in this place.Henrietta just rolls her eyes at that last one. She doesn't say anything, but when she gets to the car, she scoots over to allow Kenny to get in along with her.
Come on nerd. You're getting your ride.]
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Excuse him as he gets in and tries to drag this fucking oil painting with its giant frame in with him. It's more difficult than it sounds and you better believe it's getting its own spot.
He already has a name for it. Maybe it already has one, but it probably isn't a good one, and also it looks gross as hell and that makes it cool, so come on in, Cornwallis.]
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You're not going to just stash it?
[She doesn't actually mind, she's just even a little surprised at the audacity of fucking bringing the thing with. She has to admit that is definitely anti-conformist. She digs it.]
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[He's all about flirting but he doesn't really want to make Henrietta uncomfortable, and he doesn't know how to carry this thing without it squishing the two of them together, so he settles for a sandwich position with Cornwallis in the middle. A real family outing, this.]
Besides he's okay, aren't you, Cornwallis?
[Cornwallis replies by fading into skeleton mode thanks to the way the light hits his sweet holographic surface.]
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Cornwallis though. We're naming this thing now? That's incredibly lame. ...Although, Cornwallis isn't the WORST name. It's a kind of gothic name, she supposes.]
He's looking better already, once he gets rid of all the skin.