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collectedlogs2020-06-30 06:04 pm
collectedmods) wrote in collectedlogs2020-06-30 06:04 pm
Entry tags:
- 9s,
- azula,
- cinnabar,
- constantin d'orsay,
- dimitri alexandre blaiddyd,
- dorothea arnault,
- dr. ivo 'eggman' robotnik,
- eichi tenshouin,
- eren yeager,
- felix hugo fraldarius,
- goro akechi,
- harrowhark nonagesimus,
- haymitch abernathy,
- historia reiss,
- intro log,
- leone abbacchio,
- lottie person,
- misa amane,
- prompto argentum,
- raylan givens,
- rei sakuma,
- ren amamiya,
- ruby rose,
- schuldig,
- silver the hedgehog,
- sylvain jose gautier,
- villanelle,
- wataru hibiki,
- zuko
INTRO LOG #1
INTRO LOG #1
Welcome to Collected’s first Intro Log! The information we’ve provided about the setting is not exhaustive - feel free to interact with the setting as you see fit. Rather than have specific prompts, our event posts throughout the game will generally have information listed out like this and players may come up with their own prompts.
If you have questions about the setting or the intro log, please ask them HERE in the comment thread! And most of all, have fun, shoppers.
PROMPTS
The first thing anyone does is gasp for air.
It’ll feel like the first breath you’ve taken in years. That’s right; before you can even become aware of your surroundings, the most immediate thing they’ll process is that you’re in water. Foul smelling water - like rotten eggs and decay. It’s pitch black, and you’re swimming in it with only your head above the surface. If the smell doesn’t deter you, the longer you stay in will; the water stings to have on your skin, chemical in nature.
So - you need to get out. This water can’t be okay to stay in. Once you’ve gathered enough about your surroundings, you’ll see that you’re inside a mall, of sorts. There’s a large (non-functioning) escalator in front of you that will lead you to the semi-safe havens of the second floor - but be careful, because everyone’s going to be gunning for that only exit.
» Once on the second floor, exploring will lead you to a few notes of interest: Long windows and tall glass doors show the conditions outside. The sky is a burnt orange, and there is a thick sort of fog on the horizon. Nothing for miles in every direction - just an empty parking lot, completely devoid of life or any sign that anyone has come across this place in many years. Even so, you’ll find the windows and doors unlocked, so getting outside is easy… the problem is what’s out there.
A trip outside will make it instantly clear why you see no life outside the mall’s walls: exposure to the radioactive sun outside causes your skin to bubble with welts, and the thick, toxic air of the outside is impossible to inhale without keeling over. It’s blistering hot, too. Even non-organic creatures would melt or be eroded by the sun’s radioactive qualities. One thing is abundantly obvious: you cannot survive outside. Not now, at least. Those who receive a burn or other damage from the conditions outside will discover that strangely enough, upon returning inside the mall, the wound begins to heal up on its own. Slowly, and extremely painfully, but it’s healing. That’s strange…
» Another thing of note is that there’s a food court on the second floor. There, you’ll find a variety of abandoned restaurants that have varying amounts of non-perishables inside - canned vegetables and preserved meats, as well as dusty old jars of sauces and the like. There are a few walk-in freezers with hefty locks on them, but if the locks are broken or picked, there’s actually some frozen rations, as well! Many of them are not labelled, so the dining experience will be pretty hit or miss. None of the stoves or cooking appliances in the food court work anymore, either, so you’ll have to get creative when it comes to cooking up these ingredients. (Or just, you know, eat them cold.)
» Throughout the mall’s bathrooms, water fountains, and gym showers, you’ll find that all the water in the mall is suspiciously clean. Like, way too clean to be normal in a place as run-down and clearly abandoned as this. You’ll find that toilets flush completely fine, and shower water heats up (eventually). Should you be grateful, or concerned?
» There’s an electronics store on the second floor, as well, along with a internet cafe. Should you try to turn on the computers in the internet cafe, you’ll find that it only opens to the same forum page: a site called Mall Watch. It’ll prompt you to make an account and password if you try posting to it. In the electronics store, you’ll also find that any phone you forage for and try to boot up will also only open up to this forum page. Weird!
» If you’re looking for a place to sleep, the department stores of the mall still have a variety of furniture sets collecting a lot of dust. Then again, no one’s around to tell you where to sleep - and maybe you don’t trust all these new faces you arrived with. If you’re okay sleeping on the floor of a random store, more power to you.
» You’ll probably want to do something about your clothes that were stained by the black water on the first floor.. try foraging for some clothes! Looking around, you’ll find that some clothes stores have some stock left over, though everything’s generally a mess in clothing stores - it’ll take you some time to find anything that’ll fit you. Looking around enough on this second floor, you might end up stumbling across some of your own belongings or clothing, or those of your peers.
More than anything, the longer you explore and scavenge the mall, you’ll recognize how eerily silent it is. If not for you and your peers here, this place would be totally desolate. Clearly, there’s no one around for miles, and as far as you can tell, you’ll only be able to survive here for as long as the supplies here last. No one’s coming to save you - no one even knows you’re here. In every sense of the word, you are alone.
For now.
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[ Misa scoffs right back, setting her hands on her hips. Okay, so maybe this alien doesn't really know what a camera is, but she's petty enough to not want to play nice with someone giving her massive attitude. Or, what she sees as massive attitude. ]
"Cameras" - they're things that record people! Whoever brought us here is probably watching us through them, so of course I'm going to look. Who are you to call me weird, anyway?!
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If you don't want to be weird, then stop doing weird things. [ they are standing firm on that position, apparently. ] ... Did you find one?
[ they don't know what cameras look like... they're imagining something like an eyeball? maybe an eyeball that can write things down somehow? ]
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[ Misa chimes, snidely, like a true and honest mean girl. She's immature, bratty, and not willing to let up on the fact that she's the normal one here, either, and she's not above bringing their appearance into this little spat.
Nonetheless, it takes a beat, but she removes her glare from Cinnabar to peek around in the store they're hiding in instead, huffing the world's most prissy huff. ]
Lucky for you, I haven't found one in here, either.
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... what do they look like?
[ after a few seconds, they mumble the question. Really, they'd like to escape this interaction now, having been reminded they belong less than they ever have, but it would be careless to not learn about something that might be used against them here. ]
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It depends on the kind. One in a store like this might be about this big, [ Misa holds out her hands a few inches apart. ] With a round part that does the actual recording.
[ Throughout all this, she's making motions with her hands to describe the shape of what a surveillance camera might look like. ]
They really don't have anything like that on your planet? How do you even take pictures, then?
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We just draw them...
[ they really are having a hard time grasping an alternative method of making an image, but they don't want her to scold them again ]
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[ Aren't aliens supposed to have super cool tech stuff.. this is disappointing. But thankfully she already ran into people who didn't even understand basic indoor plumbing, so she guesses she feels a tiny, itty bitty piece of sympathy in her heart for this apparently technology-less alien. Not that she's feeling bad for striking them down for calling her weird. Still, it's making her feel awkward just talking down to someone quite literally cowering away. She turns her attention away from them, kicking a dusty old phone case on the ground to the side with her platformed shoe. ]
Humans always think aliens will have super awesome technology compared to us, but you guys don't even have pictures!
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[ the idea of fantastic technology from the stars just makes them think of the Lunarians. Is that what she was expecting? In that case, it's for the best that she got let down here - though Cinnabar still hasn't written them off. ]
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[ Misa asks, simply, walking behind the register counter to look around for any sign of a camera that's been disconnected. Obviously the other is referring to their alien brethren, but knowing that alone is not enough to satiate her curiosity. It might be a fun tidbit to tell Rem and Ryuk whenever she gets back, too. ]
What are you, exactly?
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[ it's a simple answer - probably too simple - but they truly don't know how else to put it. They could explain about inclusions, and about being a mineral life form, and they could tell the story that Adamant always recited for them about how they came to be, but it doesn't really matter, and they don't know that she deserves (or cares) to hear it. They continue to watch her from where they sit in the corner with subdued interest. ]
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Uh-huh. Okay, sure. [ She doesn't seem totally convinced. ] You can obviously tell, but I'm just a regular old human...
[ Misa accepts this with surprising ease and a lack of curiosity towards asking them further questions - knowing what they are is enough, as more than one time in her life has she had to accept the existence of supernatural beings in a sudden and abrupt way. She merely shrugs and walks back from behind the counter, flicking her hair behind her shoulders as she strolls towards the exit, thinking that this person is just waiting on her to get out given their attitude, response, and stare. ]
Well, whatever you are, you should know this little secret - us humans are always worried about when we'll die, so I wouldn't follow around anyone else like you were earlier if I were you. Not everyone is as nice as me. Everyone thinks everyone's out to kill them, here.
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I know that. I'm not stupid. [ they've been watching -- and who wouldn't be worried about danger, showing up in a place like this? Even Cinnabar is worried, and they're functionally immortal. It's a matter of fact that the humans are scared. ] ... They can't hurt me. Not really. It doesn't matter.
[ a beat. ]
Anyway, I wasn't following you.
[ they aren't budging on that point ]
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[ She puffs, quite sourly, feeling in every way unappreciated for the help she just gave by looking for the camera, as well as for her very clearly sound advice. The audacity! To treat the one and only Misa Amane like this! While the brattier side of her is just itching for some sort of petty way to knock the other down again at the insistence, she just turns her nose up, making a mental note to never ask this alien for a favor. ]
Don't say I never tried to help you!
[ With a flippant wave, Misa flounces on out of there! First impression: done! ]