genessia | Event Log (Finding the Cure)

Entry tags:

Event Log (Finding the Cure)

Welcome to Happy Heights!

Attleton's premier amusement park!

Or at least it used to be.

Attleton's mayor has mentioned the unfortunate only access point to the items needed to make the tonic that will cure the tragic sense-depriving infection that's going around. They'd thought the disease was gone, so they hadn't bothered to maintain the area, but the wells are Happy Heights are the only place that's still going down to the aquifer. They could drill down but-- well, they don't have time for that before the disease really sets into permanence! The number of freak incidences and the decrepit state of the theme park will make it difficult to maneuver, but they've notified the electric company to turn the power on so that people can navigate their way through the park in order to gather the ingredients to make the cure.

Unfortunately, since it's been so long since the park's been opened, rain water and nature have all but wiped the park's map into illegibility. You're on your own for exploration and it's time to find at least four wells from different parts of the park. There are many, but none are a walk in the park to get to! They used to be part of a collection game kids could play when they came into the park.

The mayor warns everyone that the cure is incredibly sensitive to sunlight and oxygenation from the atmosphere- by the time a person can get four, the first extracted water will have their bioluminescence diminished. (And going to that park in the dark... it's too dangerous, he wouldn't recommend it!) It probably won't make it out of the park, so drink it right away! Good luck!

OOC NOTES: There will be different areas listed for different flowers that have soaked into the wishing wells' aquifer. Each area will have a couple of different scenarios you can play out- you're responsible for playing them out and you're welcome to have a blast with whatever you want to do! If you don't want to play it out but you did play sensory deprivation, feel free to handwave your character getting a cure, but remember: If you manage to have at least four different threads with 10 comments from your character, your character will receive an Attleton Charm ICly and for 'exceptionally valiant efforts' in eliminating the disease. (3 month prize claim limit puts this prize available until Dec. 21st.) To claim a charm, click here. Good luck!

Don't forget: If your character tampers with any of the things that are set up to get access to wells except when stated, the ride may explode or collapse, cutting off the well. Pretty unstable park, you know.

If your character wants to explore more of the park than where the wells are, they're more than welcome to. Feel free to make your own thread if you just want to have your character playing on any rides or doing things that they want- get creative, have fun, but the only areas with wells are those listed.

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

Alley followed the retreating animatronic until it came to a halt wherever it usually waited. She squinted suspiciously at it, and gave it a poke with one pointy, armored finger. It was a... machine? Like Genos, but without a human brain?

"If you come at me again," she told it, just in case it could hear and understand her, "I'm snapping you in half. Got it?"

Her voice echoed in the building, too loud. A little of the old harshness had crept back in with all of her almost-shouting. She couldn't hear it, but she could feel it, like sand in the back of her throat as old damage resurfaced.

Alley turned her back on the donkey, trailing after Cole and peering into the room he was inspecting. Her flashlight caught the three animatronics on the stage and she sneered, reaching for her mace.

And the daggers were back out again as Cole crept around the old, molded tables and leaning chairs. Unlike Alley, he could hear just fine and didn't like the sound of whatever was moving in the distance. It was so dark, even to a spirit. He spotted the boar's head on the wall and peered up at it. It gave him nothing in return. He didn't like the silence of the thoughts of these things that moved and talked on their own. They didn't want to share with him.

He looked over at Alley briefly before creeping closer to the stage.

Alleyana drew her mace, the corrupting rune crackling like fire around its blunt business end. She crept forward, too, ready to charge at anything that moved and wasn't Cole.

Cole got to the stage... And nothing. Unlike the donkey, they just stood there. He poked the boar with the tip of his dagger. It did nothing. He felt unsettled all the same, it felt like these should move. There was something about them that buzzed right on the edge of his ability to peer into the thoughts of others, but he couldn't get any 'closer'.

They weren't moving, still, so he turned to Alley and waved. All clear! For now.

Alley couldn't hear the distant moving, but she was still deeply unsettled by this place. For one, it was too dark, even for indoors. For another, her instincts were sharp and precise when it came to danger, and this place made her skin crawl.

She climbed up onto the stage to slowly circle the three... things, flashlight trained on them from her bar-arm and crackling mace held at the ready. Why would anyone even make these things? She also gave one a poke, to the back of the head with the end of her mace, her eyes narrow with suspicion.

"This place reeks of 'trap'."

Cole nodded in response. He tried not to look at the talking-animal-things. He wasn't sure what they'd tell him if they allowed him to listen, but it wouldn't be good.

Moving to the edge of the stage, he peered around, looking for more than just this. There was a door leading behind the stage. It was a start. He waved again to get Alley's attention and pointed to it.

Alley made a gesture, 'hold', and knelt down to unhook her shield from her back and bolt it to her arm. The flashlight shook and spluttered a bit as she worked the wingnuts down over the duct-tape holding it in place to the same bar. Thankfully, she'd at least taped it to the 'bottom' of the false arm.

When she stood back up, it was to grab one of the animatronics by the shoulder and wrench it backwards, kicking the back of its knee as she did so. Once it was toppled, she moved on to the next.

"There's no way these things could get up silently, if they decide to move later. You'd hear them." Down another one came crashing! "I don't trust this shit. Torch the whole place if we didn't need it..."

Cole moved over and around each of the fallen animatronics, looking at them out of the side of his vision. He made sure each wasn't moving before nodding to Alley and scrambling towards the door. Cautious, he stood to the side of the door and let it swing out as he opened it, half expecting something to jump out. The noise was still there, as was the stillness of nothing to feel but himself and Alley.

Nothing came out of the door. Peering inside, he saw a lot of lights on poles, supplies, bits of costumes, chair. A storeroom? There was another door, it looked like it lead onto the stage itself.

Seeing no danger, he moved inside slowly.

Alleyana followed, shining her flashlight around the room. Its beam was slightly blocked by the edge of the shield, but worth it to be ready for a fight.

It landed on another boar animatronic, slumped on the ground against the wall. This one was all torn up and mangled, and stained with red.

"Well... shit."

Cole cringed away from it. He was plenty used to corpses. And demons. And demon possessed corpses. He didn't have to like them or want to be close to them. That thing smelled like a corpse! He scooted past it, back to the wall, facing it the entire time. It didn't move but he had a feeling it would the second they didn't have eyes on it.

Alley, of course, advanced on it. She had to keep her shield off to the side to keep the flashlight on the thing, but she held her mace ready. She gave it a nudge with one boot, eyes narrowed, and then crouched down more onto its level when it didn't so much as twitch.

She prodded open its mouth with the tip of her mace, lips curling back in another sneer as she found a second face inside. A machine face, but definitely a face.

"It's not right," Cole mumbled as he watched her, on edge. He moved closer only because she too was near it. The smell made him wrinkle his nose. It wasn't fresh enough to be vomit inducing but it wasn't nice. There was nothing to feel off the body, or whatever was in there.

He jabbed at it. It did nothing.

Alley couldn't hear him, of course, but she shared the sentiment anyway.

"Maker's balls," she swore instead. She'd stopped swearing by the Creators a long time ago... though she didn't believe in the Maker, it was a convenient icon to swear with.

On Thedas, these things would definitely be possessed. She wasn't convinced they weren't here, too.

Alley stood up, and gave the thing another nudge with her boot, this time hard enough to topple it onto its side. That didn't help the smell.

"There's still an upstairs to search. I'll go out first, in case our other... friends... are moving," like the donkey, or worse. She headed for the door, shield ready.

Cole nodded and followed a few feet behind her. If need be he could be by her side in an instant, or behind whatever was attacking her. He didn't look away from the rotten, toppled creature until they were out the door. He closed it after them.

A glance at the stage didn't help the uneasiness he felt. Those things must be a lot stealthier than they assumed. Wherever they were, they weren't where they left them.

Alleyana noticed this, too, and cursed vividly in elvhen.

"...I should have ripped their fucking legs off," she finished in the common tongue with a growl.

Cole ducked low, creeping along, about level with the tables as he moved along, searching for any signs of them. He could hear things but it was hard to tell what was the noise that was already there and what might be an approaching animatronic. He was almost to where they had entered the room before he looked back at her, wondering if he should continue.

The Inquisitor frowned slightly, weighing the options as she often did. They didn't know where those things had gone, and the one in the room behind her could be coming for the door at that very moment. And they still had no idea what was upstairs. It could be a small army of the damn things; more corpses; both. They could get flanked on the stairs easily.

"We're out of here," she decided. "Stealth for the door out; I'll be right behind you with my guard up."

Cole didn't argue, as much as they needed to get to one of the wells. This wasn't worth it. Who knew how powerful these things were. They were demons or spirits even he could get a read on! No thank you!

He threw a handful of black powder at his feet and vanished in the smoke it created. That done, he loped for the door, making sure to keep Alley in view.

Alleyana followed, shield up and mace ready. Three more shields rotated around her in the air as she activated Walking Fortress, just to be certain.

She pointed her mace at the donkey as she passed, a silent warning. And then they were outside again, the place's door shut firmly behind them.

Cole shivered once they were out the door and he could safely reappear. He pulled out a small notebook, scribbled something quickly, and offered it to her to read.

- Let's find somewhere safe. I don't like that place. -

"I agree," Alleyana unbolted her shield from her arm so she could replace it on her back. "If we ever have to come back here, we're bringing fire. Let's go."

And off they went.

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

Event Log (Finding the Cure)

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject